Mukatsuku

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I'm an insomniac; if I want to sleep on a regular cycle, I must use an OTC sleep aid. if I don't, I'm up all night. My husband sleeps soundly every night, from 11 PM til 7 AM.

I began to notice when I was doing one of my 'all nighters', that I'd smell cigarette smoke rather strongly in my living/dining room (where I'd sit with my laptop on the sofa). This area is 18 feet down a hallway from the master bedroom. The bedroom door is always closed when my husband sleeps.

The cigarette smoke smell is strong, doesn't linger too long, but is absolutely unmistakable, and it comes from a certain area by my dining table.

No matter where I am in the house when the smoke arrives, if I get up and walk to the dining table, the smell intensifies there. There is no window in this area, so I don't think the smoke is seeping in from outside. I thought that might be the case when the weather was warm, and windows were open at night; but it happens when the [central] air conditioning is on and all windows are closed. It happens when the furnace is running and all the windows are closed. It happens when nothing is 'running' and all the windows are closed.

My husband is never awake when the smoke 'arrives', so I'm certain it's not from him in any way. He has never smoked in the house.


I live in a house in a semi-rural area. there is an 80 foot wide empty lot on one side, between us and the next house to the west. I don't think anyone smokes in that house. To the east is our large garage, and the woman who lives in the house beyond that I know doesn't smoke. To the north of us, beyond our backyard is a large soybean field and no houses for a mile to the north. To the south of us is a a 50' hill to a single lane road, and the house opposite is empty for the winter season. The area is dotted with oak, hickory and pine trees and lots of grass.

I've lived here a couple of months, with my husband, who is a smoker, but he only smokes outside of the house. I'm very sensitive to tobacco smoke, as I have never smoked, outside of trying it once or twice when I was a teenager, decades ago.

The smoke 'comes' and 'goes' quickly. But it is obvious and strong enough to be very noticeable and to tick me off.

A friend of mine suggested I tell 'whomever' is smoking to simply stop. I'll have to remember to do that during the next all-nighter. It happened again, around 6 AM this morning.

Mukatsuku

You need this to record the smell to make sure it is real

http://technology.newscientist.com/a...mg19125586.300

Smells can be triggered in the brain by memories or by illnesses - do you feel ok?
If so, convince a friend to stay with you in that room and see if you both smell it.

Aimee Weber

Aimee Weber

MenuBar Memorial

Okay - true story of one of the strangest events I've ever experienced.

Prefaced with the fact that I steadfastly disbelieve in "ghosts" or apparitions of people who have passed on. Parallel quantum waves, maybe, but not ghosts...

After my uncle Dave and his wife Annie got married, they bought a nice house in Glenn-Lyon, Pennsylvania. An Idyllic little home - white picket fence and everything.

After a few weeks, Dave would come to Gran'ma's house literally in tears about the weird things happening at their house. He was a hardcore person who wasn't prone to tears, so, while we laughed about some of his stories, we had to agree that something must be going on there to make such a strong person break down.

After a while, we got very concerned about his mental health. They had contacted several churches, suggesting that an exorcism be performed on their house, only to be laughed at. Coincidentally, the movie "The Exorcist" had just been released around the time of these events, so everybody was like "Yeah sure - we saw that movie too".

So one day, my aunt Helen and I decided to spend the night at their house and report back to Gran'ma and Gran'pa if we see any strange things.

Well, we spent the whole day there and nothing out of the ordinary at all.

After dinner, we kicked back in the living room to watch TV. Annie loved her new kitchen, and we could hear her singing and humming like queen of the castle while she cleaned up the dishes etc.

Dave, on the other hand - he's a strange cat - the kind of guy that keeps a fully-loaded double-barrel 12 gauge shotgun around at all times.

Well, it was the perfect family scene - little toddler crawling on the floor while we watch TV...

Suddenly, with no notice, the little baby's eyes bugged out and he started screaming bloody murder! We all looked at each other and at the kid, as Dave jumped up to grab him and see what the trouble was.

As he went to grab him, the kid suddenly "popped it in reverse" - like a B-Movie effect, the kid crawled backwards REAL FAST in a semi circle and ended up screaming under the coffee-table.

Dave pulled the kid out and comforted him as he slowly calmed down.

This was kind of odd, but it's Dave's kid, and a certain amount of weirdness is to be expected, so my summation was "...weird kid, probably gonna grow up retarded."

So after things calmed down, we resumed watching TV and Annie went back to her kitchen.

After a while, the front door suddenly burst open and I saw someone run inside and quickly dash up the stairs. My first thought was that it was Annie's little brother getting in trouble again and running into the house to avoid a fight or something.

But Dave grabbed his shotgun and ran up the stairs with me right behind him.

As we ran up the stairs, I couldn't see much with his big butt in front of me, but I did see the door of the linen closet slam shut and the doorknob shaking back and forth as if someone on the inside was trying to lock it or something.

BOOM!!

Dave let loose with both barrels, blowing the doorknob clear off. The door slowly opened showing nothing inside except a big hole in the wall.

A shotgun going off indoors is a deafening experience. We were standing there dazed for a few seconds, unable to hear anything except for the ringing in our ears. As the deafness subsided a little, I could vaguely hear Annie screaming like crazy in the kitchen.

I said "Oh sh!t Dave! Some of the shot hit Annie!"

We ran downstairs quickly to find Annie standing in the back of the kitchen screaming in terror. The doors of the cupboards were slamming open and shut all by themselves, and the dishes she had just washed were shuffling onto the ground like a deck of cards, one at a time.

The kitchen was freezing cold - we could see steam from our breaths which I couldn't tell if it was really steam or just us exhaling the smoke from the shotgun blast. I turned around and saw my old aunt Helen pick up the baby and haul ass down the driveway as fast as her chubby little legs would carry her.

At this point the lights in the house started going on/off and curtains blowing - even though the windows were closed. We got the hell outta there quick!

We jumped into Dave's jeep, and he can't get the thing started. The women were in hysterics, my ears were still ringing and the baby was screaming. We could see all the lights in the house turning on/off all by themselves - I couldn't hear much, but there was some mention of the weird sounds, but all I could hear was my ears still ringing.

Dave did something under the jeep's hood, it started up and we hauled outta there. A few times the jeep seemed to sway out of control and Dave said something was pulling the steering wheel. I said "Don't bring these ghosts to gran'ma's house Dave, she's got enough to worry about."

They left all their stuff at that house and never went back.

Later he told me that there was some history to that house. Seems the houses in that neighborhood were built over an old mine disaster. Sometime in the past (the story goes), the mine caved in, killing the miners and taking their homes/families down with them. It was bull-dozed over and new houses built on top of it. I don't know if that's a true story or not, but it's their justification for the strange things that happened there. He says it makes sense because one of the weird things they heard in the house sounded like miners in boots marching to clock-in to work.

It was a really strange experience - like something right out of a horror movie - special effects and all, but it still didn't convince me that there is some fanciful afterlife where dead people walk the planet.

But if that's what life-after-death is like, I'll be sure to come back here and let you know.

Joshua Nightshade

Well that's certainly weird and interesting.

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Squeedoo S

Nice story, Menubar.

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Mukatsuku

Halloween party tonight - keep the ghost stories coming

MenuBar Memorial

I just thought of something. If I'm gonna die and get back to you here...

What if ghosts can't type? Maybe they just mash on the keyboard like zombies "2!@ƒ¬çƒø˙œúeqiø" or even worse, in ALL CAPS!

I'd better invest in some voice transcription software. But even then, from what I've seen, ghosts don't talk much, and when they do it's all "WHOOoooo..." and "Rrrawwrr" and "I have your mother in here" kinda stuff.

Also, if I'm a ghost, I'm not sure if I'd be able to log into this account, so I'd probably have to use an alt. But I can come up with something you'd recognize, like "MenuBar Memorial (deceased)" or "Remember MenuBar Memorial?" It sucks but I think I can live with it... er, whatever.

I'd better get started setting up a gmail account, maybe a blog, because it's going to be a pain in the ass setting all that up when I'm dead. I'm sure I'd have better things to do with my time - like hiding in women's showers and stuff.

So if you see someone like me post something weird like "!sdf∆˚¬fgijh¥345©we∆˚6" or stuff about your dead mother in all caps, you'll know that death sucks and that you'll probably want to make other plans.

Damn - I'd better go change my password, I don't want some dead me messin' around with my stuff.

Aimee Weber

MenuBar, just get a Ouija Keyboard.

Siobhan OFlynn

I've posted my ghostly experience previously on SC, but as the entire archive went POOF, I will re interate it here for your reading pleasure.

When I was on my honeymoon in the little town of Micanopy, FL, staying at a lovely bed and breakfast called The Herlong Mansion, I got hit in the head twice by a ghost while taking a nap.

It was two days after the wedding and we'd gone out in the morning for breakfast and to do some shopping in the antique shops on main street. We went back to our room after lunch and I was exhausted. It'd had started raining, so I figured it was a good time for a nap. With my husband stretched out on the bed beside me watching tv, I dozed off only to wake when something literally smacked me on the top of my head. I looked up at my new husband and said crossly "What did you do that for?" to which he replied "Huh? What did I do?" And I sleepily muttered "Don't hit me in the head again!" then I pulled the coverlet over my head and fell back to sleep. I woke up again when I felt the same sharp "rap" on the top of my head! My husband looked at me quizzically and vehemently denied being the culprit.

Nothing else untoward happened while we were there, even though the house is supposed to be haunted. We took a tour of the whole mansion and when we stopped in "Inez's Room" I expressed the wish to stay there when we went back for our anniversary. My husband was kind of quiet, neither agreeing or disagreeing with my wish at that time. Some months later, we were discussing where to stay for our anniversary and I wanted to book "Inez's Room". He was adamantly opposed saying "No way, I felt something in that room, it's definitely haunted." Now, my husband is a pretty level headed guy, but he does have a "gift" as he describes it, for feeling spirits or hauntings. It used to freak me out when he'd describe things he'd experienced during his life. But he's so "regular" in general, I just chalk it up to it really being something he can feel.

Anyway, he adamandly refused to stay in Inez's Room and I argued back that he told me that the house wasn't haunted when we were staying there. He looked at me calmly and said "What do you think hit you in the head while you were sleeping that day?" I'd actually forgotten all about it and my eyes flew open as I remembered. "You said that room wasn't haunted!" I said, irritated. He replied "If I'd said it was a ghost, you wouldn't have stayed, would you?" I agreed, I wouldn't have! He continued "The spirit or ghost in that room wasn't malevolent, it was just making itself known. Belleve me, if I thought we were in danger, we wouldn't have stayed." Which I know was true. He is very protective. Anyway. that is my boring but true ghost story. Below is the link to the website for the place we stayed in. We stayed in "The Pump House."

http://www.herlong.com/

* I just clicked on the link and they've changed the names of the rooms. Inez's Room is now known as the Iris Suite, apparently. We stayed in the Pump House Cottage.

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MenuBar Memorial

Aimee - that's phenomenal!

It's got Cats! It's got Christ! It's got an Apple Key!