I had a poltergeist and other stories...I've had a couple of stories.
The most longterm one was a poltergeist in my parents house (we moved in there seven years before I moved to Uni). I was always the last one up - watching TV - and always the first up - for school. One night, I went up to bed, came downstairs, and found all of my stuff that had been in the bathroom (razor, hairbrush, toothbrush, that kind of thing)now piled neatly on top of the piano under the stairs.
I assumed that somebody had been tidying, moved the stuff out and thought nothing of it. Until this had been going on two or three times a week for three months. At this point, I had a go at my family, and asked them to stop moving my stuff - which they knew nothing about. It even happened when I was the only one in the house. This went on for about four years, sometimes as rarely as once a month, sometimes as often as twice a day. Also, some of my things - books, etc - would go missing, and then turn up in obvious places. The weirdest was a book, which was one of my favourites and difficult to find in Ireland, which went missing for two years. I'd looked for it occasionally, and turned the house upside down searching for it. Since it was a Dr Who book, it's unlikely any of the rest of my family would have sneaked it off. It turned up one day on my desk on top of my homework - nobody had been in the room.
This doesn't compare to what happened to my dad once. He was driving home, in bad weather conditions - fog. In the Irish countryside, streetlights are a rare commodity, and even rarer ten - fifteen years ago. So the most sensible thing to do was to follow the tailights of the car ahead of you (and hope not to follow it into their driveway). My dads following this car, and he's only got a rough idea where he is. The car is going straight on, and my dad suddenly realises that there should be a sharp right around here. He slows right down, and sure enough - sharp right. The other car has gone, and my dad drives home. The next morning, he's going back the same way, and he stops where this sharp right was. If he'd gone straight on? Big fuck off river.
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The most longterm one was a poltergeist in my parents house (we moved in there seven years before I moved to Uni). I was always the last one up - watching TV - and always the first up - for school. One night, I went up to bed, came downstairs, and found all of my stuff that had been in the bathroom (razor, hairbrush, toothbrush, that kind of thing)now piled neatly on top of the piano under the stairs.
I assumed that somebody had been tidying, moved the stuff out and thought nothing of it. Until this had been going on two or three times a week for three months. At this point, I had a go at my family, and asked them to stop moving my stuff - which they knew nothing about. It even happened when I was the only one in the house. This went on for about four years, sometimes as rarely as once a month, sometimes as often as twice a day. Also, some of my things - books, etc - would go missing, and then turn up in obvious places. The weirdest was a book, which was one of my favourites and difficult to find in Ireland, which went missing for two years. I'd looked for it occasionally, and turned the house upside down searching for it. Since it was a Dr Who book, it's unlikely any of the rest of my family would have sneaked it off. It turned up one day on my desk on top of my homework - nobody had been in the room.
This doesn't compare to what happened to my dad once. He was driving home, in bad weather conditions - fog. In the Irish countryside, streetlights are a rare commodity, and even rarer ten - fifteen years ago. So the most sensible thing to do was to follow the tailights of the car ahead of you (and hope not to follow it into their driveway). My dads following this car, and he's only got a rough idea where he is. The car is going straight on, and my dad suddenly realises that there should be a sharp right around here. He slows right down, and sure enough - sharp right. The other car has gone, and my dad drives home. The next morning, he's going back the same way, and he stops where this sharp right was. If he'd gone straight on? Big fuck off river.