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creepy house-sitting
i have been house and dog-sitting for three weeks now, and tonight is my last night here. That said, i was sitting on the couch when i heard a door open. i went over to check it out and the bathroom door was partially opened, which i know was closed. i left it as is. About a half hour later and i hear the door again. i go to check it out and it is now closed. The dog was outside. Nobody really knows the address where i am, so its not some one playing tricks. So then i bring the dog in and feed her, only she will not walk past the bathroom door to get to the food; she wants to eat, but has to walk by the bathroom door to get to her bowl. Instead this 140 pound Great Dane walks towards her food bowl, looks up at the bathroom door, and then turns tail into the living room. She did it about ten times. Hollywood perfect, i love how the last night that i am here things start to get creepy. Merci beaucoup.
derek |
hope you see ghost's.
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Well, it was nice knowing you.:cool:
They always get you at the very last moment when you least expect it, like you didn't know that:rolleyes: |
Wow, the does seem very creepy. I've spent the last 2 days all alone in my house and the noises in the loft are starting to bug me. We keep the loft hatch open and I swear I hear footsteps on the steps...
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I know you folks is scared, but...I am enjoying this thread quite a bit. Nothin' like creepy housesitting to rattle the nerves! Great thread. Lots of atmosphere.
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@ferret...they're coming to geeeet yoooou:eek: |
Twelve more hours and i am outta here. No problemo last night, but this little ghostie seems to prefer daylight. i cannot wait to get home...
d |
Did someone die in the grip of a powerful rage previously in the house?
If the answer is yes, going home is not going to help you one bit, Derek. |
A poem to cheer you up after you reach home, Derek...
The Closet Silently now you climb the stairs Time for rest, forget your cares You shut your window To stop the breeze The sweet sweet slumber is all you need Quickly now you shut your light And hurry into bed Rested on the cloud like pillow That sits below your head With out a care you drift off Deeply into sleep Dreams of laughter and happiness And money so knee deep But little do you know my friend What watches you, you can't see Nor can sweet mother, Or dear father Or the likes of all you three Your eyes shoot open, something's wrong Is it real or just a dream? Your closet door is open Whatever could it be? Before you slept you closed the door It was closed Oh so tight But now its open, open wide Something isn't right Could it be mother? Or maybe father? That opened the wooden door? Unlike you they are deep in sleep And wanting for some more Slowly now you begin to rise And get out of your bed You feel the room get hot And sweat pours from your head You know something is watching But watching you from where In the darkness of the closet Boy I tell you now...beware! - M. A. Tolli. |
There....y'see what I mean? This thread is creepy, creepy.
You watch out for them ghosties, y'hear? Ooooo! Moo ha ha! |
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