Pascal wrote:I always had a fear of ghosts when I was little, irrational, well you be the judge cause I still am to a certain extent. When I was two or three, one of the earliest memories I have, was waking up one morning and my feat felt like they were burning. Consequently taking a logical step, I went into the bathroom, climbed onto the sink and put my feet under water (hey it seemed logical to me). Looking into the mirror in front of me was a giant single eyeball floating above the toilet (yet surprisingly no toilet fears), I turned around and there was nothing over the toilet, looked at the the mirror and their it was staring at me... terrified to death I made sure not to make any sudden movements and left the room in terror. Telling the event to my mother and sister the next day they tell me to this day that the wierdest part of the story was that my room smelt like smoke that day.
We had other wierd occurances in our house that defied all kinds of sense. A lightbulb was garunteed to burn out every night my father worked graveyards. But the most odd didn't happen until later when I was 8. playing with my action figures on the floor while my mother sat by and watched. I love to make sound effects... and still do. So I of course I was making shooting and explosion sounds. Also note that on this instance we were the only two in the house, my father was at work. Out of the clear blue the power in the whole house went off and on in sinc with one of my shooting sound effects. Looking back at my mother I thought it was funny so, just to test things, I did two of the same sound effects in rapid succession leaving a short break in between them. Upon doing so the electricity also went out in the exact same periods. It was incredibly scary but I wanted to prove the logic of science over mysticism to my mother, so I went to the only place I could go to prove that this was all just a coincidece. Upstairs, where all previous wierd things had taken place. Walking into my room I mocked the possibility of ghosts at the top of my voice... needless to say it wasn't a bright decision, no sooner had I finished my remarks than all the lights in the house went out and stayed out for a good few seconds! Leaving me running and screaming down the stairs in the dark.
So I ask the question, illogical fear or semi-logical fear? Today I can actually sleep upstairs (something I couldn't bring my self to do for about ten years) and I don't feel a drop of fear except at rare occassions at night one or two hours into sleeping when I feel the an overwhelming urge to sleep down stair and leave the room ASAP. But this could just be a lagging memory of fear from my childhood experiences. You be the judge.
Pascal
That would have been pretty scary.
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Those stories are freaky! And weird. Why does he have all the weird stuff happen to him?
Tornadoes are super rare where I live, so I really had nothing to worry about at all. Still though, whenever we do get a tornado warning in my area, it always unnerves me. o_o
