Our Little Paranormal Thread

[Foopzheart]

INCOMING SPOOKS
THIS WILL BE THE MOST TERRIFYING THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN
EVER

GET READY

FOR THE SCARE OF YOUR LIFE

it's getting to that time of year again

[Boxorino]

INCOMING SPOOKS
THIS WILL BE THE MOST TERRIFYING THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN
EVER

GET READY

FOR THE SCARE OF YOUR LIFE

it's getting to that time of year again

goddamnit babe

[Foopzheart]

INCOMING SPOOKS
THIS WILL BE THE MOST TERRIFYING THING YOU'VE EVER SEEN
EVER

GET READY

FOR THE SCARE OF YOUR LIFE

it's getting to that time of year again

goddamnit babe

striking fear into hearts since 2012

[Foopzheart]

SPOOKY QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Have you had any paranormal experiences? If so, what?

[Boxorino]

SPOOKY QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Have you had any paranormal experiences? If so, what?

i think one time i saw a woman's silhouette skitter across my ceiling??
but that was just probably one of the rare sightings of the faceless old woman.

[Mewtwo Power]

Nintendo probably did this for a joke, just to scare everybody.

[Foopzheart]

Those were to set the mood, friends. Because today, we're talking about aliens. Are they real? Do you believe? It's hard to say whether it's real or not. So much proof, but is it legitimate? Maybe.

You see, the probability of life other than here, on our planet, is high. Obviously, the universe is vast--infinite, even--and full of planets and moons and stars and holes and God knows what else. Which is exactly my point. Who know what else lies beyond our vision? It could be grays, or reptilians, or sontarons, or vogons, or again, God knows what.

It could be any of these, I believe, but by God I can't bring myself to believe there's nothing out there, so really, the picture says it all, I want to believe.

What do you think?

[IsAmy]

I know this thread is more dead than my activity, however I'm working on a story (don't worry, they're not as cringy as they were back in 2012), and I will post half of it. While I made most of it, a friend of mine helped make the dialogue and made some edits here and there!


When I was 14 and a freshman in high school, I wasn’t a very popular guy. It was the beginning of year and I was the type of kid who was still reading comics and wasn’t too good at sparking friendships with my peers. Besides some acquaintances in my classes, I was somewhat of a loner. I did have one good friend, Mitchell Erickson, a moderately popular guy and likeable guy.

We met in a sort of cliche way. I was sitting alone at lunch, picking at my lifeless cafeteria food with a spork (our school had delinquent problems and we weren’t allowed the luxury of actual plastic forks) while holding up a comic to my face with the other hand.

“Woah dude, is that Deadpool?” I looked up to see Mitchell looking down at me, grinning like the nice dude he is.

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorite comics. Why, do you like it?” I inquired to be polite, half-expecting him to tease me for reading comic books past age 8.

“Yeah, my brother is really into it. I read his comics sometimes, and I like Deadpool the best,” Mitchell answered, then added, “Evan, right? I’m Mitchell.” I nodded the affirmative and shook his hand, smiling because that's what you're supposed to do when you meet polite people. I was a little new to the whole camaraderie thing.

We continued chatting about Deadpool and other comics that we liked, until the bell rang and we had to part ways to our separate classes.

The next day, Mitchell sat with me at my table right away. I was used to the occasional loner also tagging along and sitting with me from time to time, but Mitchell obviously sat down because he wanted to see me. I was humbled that he was taking time out of his popular normalcy to sit with me and keep me company, and although I was usually content by my lonesome, I wasn’t about to tell the guy to shoo. I appreciated having someone actually hold a conversation with me. We talked about comics, our home lives, school, and even basketball (his prime sport that I happened to also be a fan of). This went on for a few more days, then we exchanged numbers and started going to each other’s houses for the next few months. It felt great to have a best friend.

The first time I went to his house was interesting. I was very intimidated by his dad, who I quickly learned was an alcoholic, but his mom treated me with respect. When I first met Mitchell’s sister, Sienna, I was confused because she looked just like him, but the girl-version, Mitchell casually mentioned she was his twin sister. Apparently she was home-schooled early on in middle school, while Mitchell had continued on in public school as his older brother had. Later, I had developed feelings for her, which Mitchell did not know about.

My expressions manifested themselves as subtle nods and eye contact at first, but slowly worked up to brushing against her with my hand “accidentally,” or, while we were all together, jokingly punching her in the shoulder, or teasing her for her looks. Under-socialized me was convinced this was the only way I could show that I was into her. She seemed to reciprocate. During the winter, when we three were in the living room sipping cocoa and lounging on the sofa watching Christmas cartoons, she reached past Mitchell to brush a tuft of my hair behind my ear. I looked at her and froze, surprised she went out of her way to touch me. I was a lot more confident after that.

When I was 17, Mitchell and I were so close, we were like brothers. He would tell me everything, and I told him everything--well, almost everything. My feelings for Sienna had branched out into full-on love: I thought of her every second I could, and didn’t touch my comics much in those months. In order to kickstart a relationship, I decided to consult the Internet for tips and videos on how to get Sienna to fall for me. I knew she liked snowboarding, riding horses, and cats, so I bought her a stuffed cat from my mom’s old taxidermist boyfriend. Sienna commented that she really liked it, although I overheard her tell Mitchell that she thought it was a little musty. Overall I think she was impressed at the lengths I went through to show that I care about her. After all, that thing was not cheap, and contacting Scott after seven years was super weird.

Anyway, Valentine’s Day was approaching when I heard a rumor that Sienna was going to the dance with some football guy. Being the trusting guy I am, I brushed off the rumor, but decided to approach her about it to be sure. She insisted that it wasn’t true, and I calmed down, relieved that my darling was safe from the clutches of a jock. The whole incident got me get on board with the idea of bringing her to the spring fling, so I got my tux and her dress in order. We were going to wear purple, because that was her favorite color. I had placed the dress on Mitchell’s front porch, all nice and neat in its plastic bag. I trusted that Sienna would be ecstatic and ever-grateful when she saw my gift.

February 13th, the Valentine Spring Fling date. I had borrowed my mom’s car for the occasion and was waiting outside Sienna’s house, but she didn’t come out. I went around the house and attempted to open the fence gate to find it padlocked. It was one of those chain-linked fences that is taller than usual, six feet instead of the four- or five-foot ones most people have. I was chagrined that the Erikson’s were such careful people, but then again it was understandable because Mitchell’s mom was a 911 operator and his dad was a psychiatric nurse. It didn’t matter anyway, because I could see what I wanted to see: The kitchen light was on. Someone was home.

I ran to the front door and rang the doorbell a few times, calling for Sienna. I checked my watch to see that the dance was starting in ten minutes. She emerged through the entryway wearing the dazzling purple dress like I had expected.

“You look beautiful, Sienna.” She sheepishly looked down at her dress and said thank you with a small smile, obviously blushing.

I took her arm in mine and together we walked to the front yard gate. Sienna unlocked and then re-locked it. Strangely, as we were walking to my car, I noticed my Uncle David sitting in his beat-up Oldsmobile across the street from Sienna's neighbor's house. I tried to peer closer to see what he was doing, but he was just staring at our general direction, unsmiling. Uncle David was the black sheep of the family: No one associated with him, and I personally suspected it was because he is insane.
I briefly wondered what the hell his business here was, and I had a flash of anger as I wondered if he was here waiting on a drug deal or something else nefarious. Sienna's neighborhood was nice and safe, and I didn't want to think that my Uncle David was selling drugs to her neighbors.

Brushing off the creepiness of that run-in, we got in my new but very used 1989 Toyota Supra. Sienna and I enjoyed an uneventful but enjoyable drive. We kept looking at each other and smiling -- Her, looking into her lap shyly whenever our eyes met, me grinning like a dog that I was taking the prettiest girl in school on a date in front of everyone.

The dance itself was somewhat of a fast-paced blur, but I know I had a good time. I remembered a few flashes of dancing with Sienna, drinking with Mitch, and a hotel, but nothing of later that night. The next day at noon, I woke up alone in a hotel bed. It was definitely one of those cheap hotels, but appeared to be good enough for a couple's night. Even though I didn't see any sign of Sienna or her things, I assumed I had spent the night with her, and silently congratulated myself for a job well-done.

I put on my clothes and decided to looked for Sienna, but she was definitely not in the room. The clerk at the check-in desk didn't report seeing her in the lobby either, so I checked out and walked around the perimeter of the hotel, looking for any sign of her leaving. I called Mitch.

“Hey man, do you know where the hell Sienna is? I know we were at a hotel but she isn’t here anymore!”

“She's not here -- I thought she was with you?!”

I hear a large inhale, an exhale followed by a raging fit of coughs.

“What the fuck Mitch? Can’t you do anything right?” I was getting angry and worried. I obviously wasn’t thinking rationally.

“Dude, chill out man. I swear I don’t know where she is. Try Jessica's house!” I hung up, mixed emotions swirling around my brain. Since Jessica and Sienna were pretty good friends, it dawned on me that she might know better than Mitch where Sienna was.

I checked out of the hotel and drove over to Jessica's house, blaring Black Sabbath like a man on a mission. Finally I arrived at her McMansion (her parents were pretty well-off), and rang the doorbell.

The woman I assumed to be Jessica's mother answered the door. She looked almost crestfallen when she saw me, as if she had been expecting someone else to turn up on her doorstep.

"Hi, are you Mrs. Morrison? I'm wondering if Jessica is here, and if so if I could talk to her for a second. It's kind of important."

"Were you one of the kids hanging out with Jessica last night? What's your name?" She said this almost accusingly and narrowed her eyes at me. I stammered my name but before I could ask what the hell was going on, she snipped, "You better stay right there, because I'm calling the police. Jessica didn't come home last night and I think you might know why. She didn't even have her keys . . . I found them on the table after she left. . . . " She continued rambling hysterically and started dialing on the cordless phone I just noticed she had been holding.

For some reason, I ran back to my car. It was just like instinct or something. My heart was beating fast, and a chill ran up and down my body, especially in my legs. However, as it was February, and still technically winter, I slipped on the ice, and before I knew it,

That's the half. Story is called Evan. Keep in mind that this is not the full story at all, as time progresses it will become way harder to keep everything in that half.