Post by silver on Mar 29, 2011 21:16:02 GMT -5
Hey loves.
I adore all things paranormal, from ghosts to near-death experiences, and while I have a few tales myself, they all take place somewhere else; the house I grew up in which had its own 'ghost', the house my friend's family rented when I was twelve (the creepiest house ever) and trips to certain places. The house I live in now has always been completely mundane. Around 3am New Year's Day, some footsteps sound in the hallway, every year, but that's it.
Recently though, something weird started happening. Above the computer room is my old room - I moved into my Mum's room when she got a medical bed in the living room - and I started hearing my cat up there night and day. Scratching and jumping, that sort of thing. My brother heard it too, and it's not faint or anything, it's loud as hell. One afternoon I was typing away and I heard the noise start up again - but the scratching was so loud I actually stopped to wonder how Cookie was doing it. I mean, my bedroom's carpeted and it definitely sounded like it was under the floorboards, right on the ceiling. I found myself wandering into the living room to ask Mum if Cookie'd been given catnip - he makes the loudest ruckus on a 'nip high - and there he was. Asleep on her bed. After about sixty seconds of staring, pale and perplexed, Mum asked if I was ever going to tell her what was wrong.
We came to the conclusion that we have mice. One small mouse can make a lot of noise when under floorboards, as I recall from unfortunate experience, but this was louder than that - hence the plural. So we made a mental note to drop the cat in the room and instead talked about the news. But then things got weirder. I started to hear Mum's voice talking to me, frequently. I'd go into her room and ask what she needed, and she'd look at me blankly and say she didn't call me. I'd be talking to her, seriously mid-sentence, and hear her interrupt me. The first time I got annoyed and asked her to wait for me to finish, to the same reaction as before.
It reached its peak last week. The noises upstairs were so frequent I had to drown them out with music. Mum started hearing me speak to her when I hadn't opened my mouth. Three times there was an enormous crash from the kitchen, and when I ran in cursing Cookie, nothing was out of place and the cat was lying down elsewhere looking affronted. And he's just not that good an actor. Everything I set down disappeared, and on Wednesday I was (completely unfairly) complaining about Mum's part-time homehelp for moving all my stuff.
Thursday was the worst. The scratching and thumping was constant, the cat kept freaking out and chasing something that wasn't there - while not on a 'nip high - the mysterious crash went off again and Mum and I almost had an argument because I knew she had called me in and she knew I had interrupted her while she was talking, neither of which happened. The next morning Mum was in an ambulance, then admitted to hospital. Right now she's incapable of breathing or eating; she's on a feeding tube and a ventilator.
Since she left, it's all stopped. There's not a peep from upstairs. Cookie misses Mum but chases nothing unless given catnip (at which point he chases me). Nobody's called my name or mumbled behind me, and the kitchen has stopped making nonsensical crashing noises. It really hit its stride the day before she was admitted, and that, it seems, was that.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm Irish that has me thinking this; our legends are full of sidhe that warn of impending disaster. But it's just so... weird. Like something really really wanted to get our attention, to warn us that something horrible was going to happen - but then why did it suck at it?! Rather than annoying me half to death, couldn't it have appeared all wispy and translucent and just told me? Freaking weird.
Any opinions would be welcome, including skeptical ones (though I don't sound it, I'm actually one myself). If anybody has similar stories, I'd love to hear them :]
I adore all things paranormal, from ghosts to near-death experiences, and while I have a few tales myself, they all take place somewhere else; the house I grew up in which had its own 'ghost', the house my friend's family rented when I was twelve (the creepiest house ever) and trips to certain places. The house I live in now has always been completely mundane. Around 3am New Year's Day, some footsteps sound in the hallway, every year, but that's it.
Recently though, something weird started happening. Above the computer room is my old room - I moved into my Mum's room when she got a medical bed in the living room - and I started hearing my cat up there night and day. Scratching and jumping, that sort of thing. My brother heard it too, and it's not faint or anything, it's loud as hell. One afternoon I was typing away and I heard the noise start up again - but the scratching was so loud I actually stopped to wonder how Cookie was doing it. I mean, my bedroom's carpeted and it definitely sounded like it was under the floorboards, right on the ceiling. I found myself wandering into the living room to ask Mum if Cookie'd been given catnip - he makes the loudest ruckus on a 'nip high - and there he was. Asleep on her bed. After about sixty seconds of staring, pale and perplexed, Mum asked if I was ever going to tell her what was wrong.
We came to the conclusion that we have mice. One small mouse can make a lot of noise when under floorboards, as I recall from unfortunate experience, but this was louder than that - hence the plural. So we made a mental note to drop the cat in the room and instead talked about the news. But then things got weirder. I started to hear Mum's voice talking to me, frequently. I'd go into her room and ask what she needed, and she'd look at me blankly and say she didn't call me. I'd be talking to her, seriously mid-sentence, and hear her interrupt me. The first time I got annoyed and asked her to wait for me to finish, to the same reaction as before.
It reached its peak last week. The noises upstairs were so frequent I had to drown them out with music. Mum started hearing me speak to her when I hadn't opened my mouth. Three times there was an enormous crash from the kitchen, and when I ran in cursing Cookie, nothing was out of place and the cat was lying down elsewhere looking affronted. And he's just not that good an actor. Everything I set down disappeared, and on Wednesday I was (completely unfairly) complaining about Mum's part-time homehelp for moving all my stuff.
Thursday was the worst. The scratching and thumping was constant, the cat kept freaking out and chasing something that wasn't there - while not on a 'nip high - the mysterious crash went off again and Mum and I almost had an argument because I knew she had called me in and she knew I had interrupted her while she was talking, neither of which happened. The next morning Mum was in an ambulance, then admitted to hospital. Right now she's incapable of breathing or eating; she's on a feeding tube and a ventilator.
Since she left, it's all stopped. There's not a peep from upstairs. Cookie misses Mum but chases nothing unless given catnip (at which point he chases me). Nobody's called my name or mumbled behind me, and the kitchen has stopped making nonsensical crashing noises. It really hit its stride the day before she was admitted, and that, it seems, was that.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm Irish that has me thinking this; our legends are full of sidhe that warn of impending disaster. But it's just so... weird. Like something really really wanted to get our attention, to warn us that something horrible was going to happen - but then why did it suck at it?! Rather than annoying me half to death, couldn't it have appeared all wispy and translucent and just told me? Freaking weird.
Any opinions would be welcome, including skeptical ones (though I don't sound it, I'm actually one myself). If anybody has similar stories, I'd love to hear them :]
In any case, I'd place traps (& not rely on the cat to do it for you) just to be sure that they don't come back if that is what the scratching sound was. 