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bump in the night.
bump in the night.
Don't tell him that: now he's going to bump his topic twice as often.It's bright day over half of the world!
Don't tell him that: now he's going to bump his topic twice as often.
bump in the night.
The end of the bed...
A few years ago, I had just got into bed and was laying there awake on my side, listening to music through the headphones. I did not feel at all sleepy, so trying to get into a comfortable position I rolled over onto my back.
I opened my eyes, and stood at the end of my bed, clear as day, a much darker shadow that anything in the corner of my room, a tall man in what appeared to be a top hat. Due to the darkness, I couldn't make out any features on this man, but it vanished nearly the moment I saw it, yet the shape was clear to me, a man in seemingly old Victorian gear.
The feeling of terror is inexplainable, but I had to go downstairs and post a thread about it on the forum I frequented. Nowadays I am willing to put that down to a case of starting to fall asleep, despite not feeling tired and the chemicals inducing that sleep causing visions or hallucinations. I have never seen anything like that before, or again.
The Haunting Song
This is perhaps my only actual encounter with anything paranormal, if the above stories can be explained away. This occured when I was about thirteen years old, but had been happening for years. It was rare, maybe once or twice a year, maybe once every two years, I could never remember but it would happen as I lay in the same bed from my story before. I would lie awake, and hear this haunting song, being sung by a woman outside, beyond my back garden coming from the back alley. The song would echo down the alley, but I could never make out the words.
I would hear the same song by the same voice every year or two, as I said I couldn't remember the time frame. I asked my friends if they had heard the singing but no one had ever heard it. I had always put it down to someone playing music out of their room, but it still scared me.
One night I heard the singing again, when I was about thirteen, so I decided to go down, through the garden and into the alley where I was sure the singing was coming from.
I opened the gate and stepped into the moonlit dark, staring down the alley. I saw a woman, in a white gown, stood in the alley. I was sure she was the one singing, but as I looked at her she walked out of the alley down a small path, out of view and the singing stopped.
Since then I have heard the singing again, but as of right now I haven't heard it in perhaps six or seven years. Maybe it was a woman who liked to sing in the dead of night, and was spooked when I stepped out, but I have met no neighbor that has heard it other than myself.
bump in the night.
bump in the night(or day depending where u are).
bump in the night.
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day bumpage.
sometimes they bump in the day.
bump in the night.
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