I live in an old Victorian house in some obscure part of south west England. When I was little I got freaked out a couple of times. But recently (im about 18) I really did get quite worried.
It started with a sound like audio feedback. A sort of hum. It wasnt a real problem at first, but it was really out of place in the silence. I have grown used to hearing footsteps up the stars when somebody visits, or the sound of cars going by outside. You know, sounds steadily get closer and I have plenty of time to figure out whats going on. This sound would just start up anywhere nearby with no warning. So I would be tense, try to find the source of the noise, and then it would be gone after a few mins. Maybe a day or two would go by and it would show up again, humming like a microphone. Me and my mother searched the room and found no source of the interference. This went on for a month, I wondered if my mother was listening in on my conversations or something with a radio. But that is just paranoia setting in. Eventually it stopped, no reason, no explanation. I still cant see what happened.
Another thing, thanks to that episode of doctor who with the weeping angels I now cant stop perceiving inanimate objects as alive. And my mum owns a shop, full of bloody manikins. Even better was when she grew a fondness for cardboad cut-outs of celebrities. Yeah I pretty much needed to stay upstairs all night for the sake of my sanity. A humanoid shadow is one thing, a full human being is another.
It started with a sound like audio feedback. A sort of hum. It wasnt a real problem at first, but it was really out of place in the silence. I have grown used to hearing footsteps up the stars when somebody visits, or the sound of cars going by outside. You know, sounds steadily get closer and I have plenty of time to figure out whats going on. This sound would just start up anywhere nearby with no warning. So I would be tense, try to find the source of the noise, and then it would be gone after a few mins. Maybe a day or two would go by and it would show up again, humming like a microphone. Me and my mother searched the room and found no source of the interference. This went on for a month, I wondered if my mother was listening in on my conversations or something with a radio. But that is just paranoia setting in. Eventually it stopped, no reason, no explanation. I still cant see what happened.
Another thing, thanks to that episode of doctor who with the weeping angels I now cant stop perceiving inanimate objects as alive. And my mum owns a shop, full of bloody manikins. Even better was when she grew a fondness for cardboad cut-outs of celebrities. Yeah I pretty much needed to stay upstairs all night for the sake of my sanity. A humanoid shadow is one thing, a full human being is another.
