Strange fish               

                                 Strange confusion       

I'm a very open-minded person, and I have experienced mild paranormal events before, and this certainly didn't scare me so much as it fascinated me. While in college for engineering, I, like many of my friends and college students all over, experimented with hallucinogens. Not to excess, and never in an unsafe way. I believe that in the end they made me a much better person, and really opened my eyes, so to speak, to myself and the world around me. It's also worth mentioning that I've always had powerful internal vision, i.e. I can easily create images or objects in my mind from scratch, but after my experimentation with mushrooms and lsd, I found that power amplified manyfold. At this point in my life I can create realistic three dimensional images or scenes in my head with just a little concentration, with full control over the images and their transformations. It's actually quite handy in my field, like a 3d modeling software combined with a physics simulator in my head. Anyway, a few months after my most potent trip, I was in class one day, trying to keep myself from dozing off as usual. The professor had the lights off as he was giving a PowerPoint presentation. I felt my phone buzz, and I snapped out of my daze. I held the phone below desk level to look at it, and I can't really describe it, but at that instant I felt my mental sight jump from my own eyes to my professor's. It was like in a movie, where there was this rushing tunnel, it only lasted a fraction of a second, but suddenly I was seeing what my professor saw. I (he) looked at me and saw myself looking down at my phone, with the light from the screen shining up into my face. Then I (he) looked across the class at other students. The detail was perfect, I can still recall that image in my mind like it was actually me looking with my own eyes. As quickly as it happened it stopped, and I looked around and saw that what I saw through his eyes was totally accurate. Down to the position of the students in my class and what they were wearing. It's interesting to note that it was completely in my mind's eye, while I was seeing all this I was also looking at my phone, reading the text. The whole thing lasted not more than 2 seconds, but it has always stayed with me, and although I feel like I'm quite good at imagining things through others' eyes (literally, I find it easy to imagine what others might be seeing and feeling, almost empathically), I've never experienced something so immediate, real, and verifiably accurate, before that or ever again. I also didn't have a particularly strong bond with that professor or anything, I liked him and he liked me but nothing out of the ordinary. Anybody have any thoughts on what that might have been?

                                   Dark Forest

                  There is this knocking in the wall   

I sleep my head next to a wall which works as a separator between another room's closet. There is not much too it apart from an occasional knocking sound, it is a quick sequence of 2 taps and occasionally 3 taps. Being echoish more than a knocking sound should be, I believe it is coming from inside the wall. Normal house phenomena, right?
I have a laptop using which I am typing right now. When it is in sleep mode, it makes this really irritating high pitch noise that drives me crazy so I completely cut the power and unplug it so it doesn't make any sounds - and it does not.
Yesterday morning something strange happened; I went to sleep really late, at 3ish AM. Then the usual nightly event came in - the knocking.
I never made ANY deal out of it but this time, for some reason it creeped me out. It was a lot more persistent than it ever was and then my laptop randomly turned itself on (the power from it was cut and I killed the system).
Now the last part I wouldn't be surprised if it were hallucinations but I was like seeing the darkness crawl away into the darkest corner. It was a really strange sight, by crawling away I mean it didn't go away instantly but more progressively and slowly.
Maybe I am grabbing at straws here but you never know.

 

                                     Shadow     

I have some questions and I was wondering if anyone could help.
I've had some interesting experiences since I was a small kid. I'm not claiming that I "see dead people." I'm just saying that I tend to know when "things" are around. I've become pretty good at cleansing my space, keeping things out, using prayer to keep other things at bay.
Last night I prayed for guidance. I prayed to the Christian God and was very clear that I was seeking guidance from him and his angels and nothing else. However, I was woken to the sound of hissing. I thought nothing of it and rolled over and back to sleep. Then I heard the hissing again, opened my eyes, and a shadow person (may have been more than one) was standing over me. I saw what looked like a weird stick diagram that glowed red. It unfolded until it looked like a stick person. I didn't feel like the presence was "good" so I began yelling and chased it out of the house. (waking up family members in the process...) It left behind a foul smell. Closest thing I can compare the smell to is a foul smell I used to remember from my great grandmother's house or a nursing home; it was pungent mix of urine and decay.
Anyways, I've felt drained all day. My question: what could that stick figure have meant? I was asking guidance for my life: where should I be, what am I meant to do. This glowing stick figure didn't really answer the question.
TLDR: What could a glowing red stick figure of a person, manipulated by a shadow person, mean?

 

                                  The violin   

The tenant, so tired, left to visit to the old man. He was going to complain. He knocked and knocked but there was no reply. He knew the old man was in there, the violin could be heard, crying out to the building.
He tried to open the door, but it was stuck. He worked it a bit more and finally the door opened. A cloud burst over the new tenant, suffocating him in darkness. The cloud fell to the ground; there was a crunch for every step the man took. On closer watch, the man noticed that it was the remains of butterflies, so many butterflies. So beautiful, they were of all colours, yet none, they were the colours out of space, impossible.
The tenant walked into the room, but found nothing, no food in the cupboards, no sign of the man, or his beloved violin. The tenant was dazed “how could that be” he thought. He decided to leave the room and go back to his apartment, believing it to be all just a bad dream.
Crunch went every step
Crunch. Crunch.
He closed the door behind him, but the moment the door locked, the violin could be heard. Bewildered, he went to open the door. It wouldn’t open again. This time the tenant peered through the keyhole to see if he could see the man. All there was, was an unfathomable darkness. As he was looking through the keyhole, he saw the colours again, but slowly the music became a hum, one hum sang by thousands, if not millions of beautiful, tiny creatures.
Then it stopped
It shot through the keyhole into the tenants head, blackness ensued as he fell into the living abyss. He woke up the next morning, no recollection of the night before. He carried on with his daily routine
Get up, eat go to work, come home eat go to sleep.
But this night was different. He slept peacefully, lulled by the music, his dreamless sleep fueled by the hum

                                         Fear     

Do you ever suddenly wake up in the middle of the night? Your heart feels like it's in your throat and your eyes struggle to adjust in the darkness. You can't shake the feeling of impending doom, like something's watching you. Like at any moment something could jump out of your closet or grab your foot from under the covers. Some of you might feel this often. But don't fret, it won't come out of your closet or crawl out from under your bed. You might feel temporary relief when you realise this. That is a mistake, because you always forget to look up. 

                                          Jesse   

People hated that I would never smile. I had no reason to. My parents died when I was young and I live with my drunkard uncle. My expressions are usually forced.

I was in the girls locker room when a girl named Jesse comes up to me and asks why I never smile. I answer and am immediately attacked by the Jesse and the rest of the girls.

I struggle, but I have my hair pulled my face and body beaten. I reach for something, anything.

Scissors. I grabbed them and started stabbing anyone. I wasn't going to let this happen. It felt like I was gonna die.

I killed them. I took the bodies and cut a smile on them to where they were literally grinning ear to ear.

Why smile when they can do it for me?

                               Behind me  

I've been meaning to move out of this dump for years. My shitty minimum wage job doesn't get me much but one day I'll save up enough. I live in a crappy one room one bathroom apartment, and might I mention that my neighbor has been creeping me out for some time now. I've caught him following me out sometimes and so I've gone out and bought myself a small knife and pepper spray.

He's so... creepy. He's always wearing dark clothes, with a black motorcycle helmet. I can't see his eyes but I know he's staring at me. I've invested in some proper locks and a security webcam because of him.

I turned on my computer and waited for the day's video to load as I took a sip of my juice. Nothing abnormal. I took another sip and started to text my friend. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark figure on the screen. I turned my head slowly and watched as my neighbor walked around my room, took a drink out of.. the same cup I just drank out of, and left my room.

I shook. In anger and in fear. Immediately I burst up and ran outside and banged on his door.

"Hey! You fucker, I caught you in my room. I'm calling the police now, you piece of shit pervert! Did you fucking hear me? You're fucked now!"
There was no reply and I returned to my room and locked the door. I picked up the phone, ready to call the police, when I noticed that the video on my screen was fast forwarded, to just a few minutes from now.

It showed me leaving the room. It showed a man in a motorcycle helmet slip in through the door I had carelessly left unlocked for a second. It showed the man hide in the dark corner of the room

My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution.
I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back. Sorry for the lack of posts guys, I promise there will be more posts soon! Stay creepy.

                           Moments of meditation

                                      Mama

In noaptea eterna, lumanarile-s stinse,

Te caut mama, prin cioburi de vise,

Cu aer peren, vagi forme imbraci,

Din camera ta, te aud cum taci.

Ce-ntarzie clipa, acum si mereu,

Cand ma vei afla cu plansetul meu?

La icoana ta, aici, ma inchin,

Privirea cobor si mia stau putin...