Sleepwalking
A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
( , Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
A friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
( , Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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Scary
Years ago I had a girlfriend who came from a large dysfunctional family. As a result she lived with her elderly aunt and uncle in a large old fashioned house in the countryside. A side effect of her broken home was sleep walking and night terrors which could be quite upsetting for her and rather unsettling for anyone with her.
On a rare occasion her ancient Aunt & Uncle went away so we slept together alone in the old house. At about 3am I woke and noticed she wasn't in bed. As I rubbed my eyes and looked around the dimly lit room I picked out a still, silhouetted figure watching me.
Liz was fully dressed in a smart work suit sitting at the antique dressing table, illuminated by a small lamp, staring right at me with a cold, dead expression.
My blood still runs cold just typing this after over 20 years.
( , Thu 30 Aug 2007, 15:24, Reply)
Years ago I had a girlfriend who came from a large dysfunctional family. As a result she lived with her elderly aunt and uncle in a large old fashioned house in the countryside. A side effect of her broken home was sleep walking and night terrors which could be quite upsetting for her and rather unsettling for anyone with her.
On a rare occasion her ancient Aunt & Uncle went away so we slept together alone in the old house. At about 3am I woke and noticed she wasn't in bed. As I rubbed my eyes and looked around the dimly lit room I picked out a still, silhouetted figure watching me.
Liz was fully dressed in a smart work suit sitting at the antique dressing table, illuminated by a small lamp, staring right at me with a cold, dead expression.
My blood still runs cold just typing this after over 20 years.
( , Thu 30 Aug 2007, 15:24, Reply)
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