AnimalMother117: One time somebody said that most true stories from their experience tend to have the following characteristics: they are short, they are infrequent, they are not particularly special.
I have no doubt there are rational explanations for the following story, wherein nearly nothing happens, but since you asked I will share it with you: (I actually wrote it down close to when it happened, so I'll probably paste and edit that)
Last year I hurt my back, in January, but kept the habit of sleeping on a sleeping bag on the floor as it sometimes helps (nothing debilitating, I have just always had back pain to an extent but that time was bad enough I saw a doctor over it). Anyway, about April one night I was sleeping on the floor when I woke up. I often force myself awake as I still often times have bad dreams. At one point I heard either voiceless singing or whistling: not hard enough to use vocal cords or attain a high pitch. You know, more or less like when someone tries to imitate whistling when they cannot whistle. I thought that was odd but kept my eyes closed and only moved around enough to prove to myself that I was actually awake. I had left a DVD of the Simpsons playing, which was still ongoing (the third season, the disc with the Otto Show), but I know every line on the disc to the point that I knew that was not it and I was sure that I did hear someone doing that whistle/voiceless singing. I continued listening but after a little got up and looked around the room while maintaining the same basic lying position and noticed nothing awry. Then, rather suddenly, I hear a voice in my ear ask with an expectant tone, "Well...?"
That freaked the hell out of me. My eyes were absolutely open when this happened which makes it kind of funny that, in spite of that, I had the mentality to pretend like I was still asleep. I knew I was awake since I recall rolling over every trite prayer I knew in my mind as a calming mechanism. I stayed awake for another hour, I seem to recall, and nothing else happened.
I am no stranger to having odd things from when I am sleeping transition into those initial waking moments (kind of a gross story follows to illustrate that). There was this time when I was ten years old and in this dream I basically went about a normal day when, at some point, there was this cacophonous buzzing noise. I tried to cover my ears to stop hearing it but noticed that it actually got louder when I did that. I then started to hack up some kind of thing which, upon looking at it, was this cocooned wasp roughly three inches long. I shook myself awake, which I can do, but then I saw the freaking thing literally on the blanket in front of me. I tossed it onto the floor. After several moments of catching my breath I looked over the edge of the bed and noticed it was not there, of course it never was. Anyway, that's just a dream I had a long time ago. The previous story was from last year. I really was awake when it happened, it really did happen, and is pretty much my only ghost story.
Thanks for the great stories! The second one reminded me of a time I saw my bike was covered in spiders. I was a kid and ran to get my parents. I couldn't find them but made my way back to the bike. They were all gone. I am a schizophrenic patient and at the time I was not being treated. Still don't know if what I saw was real or not.
Warloch_Ahead: Once upon a time, there was a ghost. Freakin' spooky, man! Be sure to bring silver or magical weapons if you're not adept in unarmed combat.
Or a garrote. Everyone needs to pay the piper. Ghosts are not spared if they don't.
Randalator: I have been playing Richard Burns Rally recently and I swear there are ghost cars! Actual ghost cars! I'm afraid to go back! That game is haunted!
I'll need to sleep with the lights on tonight.
