this made me go "urgh"
in my living room. No one's here though.
(Spitz, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:44, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

You tell the best stories.

(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:45, Reply)

I know.
I just thought I heard someone in the house and I got all scared, but it turned out it was the radiator clicking on so it wasn't someone in the house so now I'm not scared.
(Spitz, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:46, Reply)

You should ensure that you have a weapon close to hand anyway, just in case.
Just be careful not to stab up the postman by mistake.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:48, Reply)

When I was younger
I got home one night and an extractor fan was on. I looked all over the house for what in my mind was some psycho-murderer, then spent the rest of the evening until my family got home sitting with a knife next to me. Turned out the fan was just broken and hadn't switched off hours earlier.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 10:51, Reply)

I remember freaking out because I could hear voices and stuff in the house but couldn't locate the noise
this was when I lived in my parents house which was fucking huge and creaky. I dragged the poor dog around with me even though she's wussier than me and it ended up being my bloody walkman playing through the headphones.
(Spitz, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:07, Reply)

When I'd just moved to London I was alone in my student house, and traumatised by the wails of an abused baby from next door's garden.
Then my housemate from the countryside came home and called me a mong for nearly calling the police over some foxes fucking.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:15, Reply)

hahahaha

(Spitz, Fri 26 Nov 2010, 11:20, Reply)