Douchey, is that you?

[SquirrelBoy]

Okay, so I was carrying some stuff up to my new room and as I'm walking by the rug in the middle of the "loft"(it's at the top of the stairs between my brothers and my rooms). It flips itself over. I mean not the whole thing, but the one corner across from where I was just flips over. I had the window open but it would have to been a tornado to move it at all!

So at first I was scared pretty much shitless and after a minute or two I had worked up the courage to move the rug back. So I put the box I had down and as I go to stand up I hear these scratching noises. Like when one of my cats go running after I scare it. But it was coming from the left of me(the direction of my room I might add) and there was nothing there. So I flipped the rug back over, grabbed my box, tossed it on the bed, and got out of there as fast as I could.

So what do you guys think? Ghost? Douchey? Goblin? A taco with legs?

Since honestly this is still freaking me out and I've refused to sleep in my new house for tonight.

[Bengl Von Shadowstein]

Congratulations, SB.

You're the proud owner of a poltergeist.

[SquirrelBoy]

About time something exciting happened in my life.

[Arnold]

It's Manbearpig.

[SquirrelBoy]

Lol Arnold.

[MightySage]

This is not a laughing manner. Manbearpig is Serial Business.

[SquirrelBoy]

Yeah, because something consisting of three halves is really serial.

[SquirrelBoy]

My little friend payed me another visit Sunday night(just now getting a chance to post it), and I have to give thanks to Bengl.

It was, I think 3 or 4, in the morning when I woke up from a rather delightful dream to hear what I can best describe as someone "hopping" about my house. Now I was as tired as hell from working all day before, so I was pretty pissed. And not really thinking I yelled "knock it off!" as loud as I could. Luckily I had the house to myself that night or my parents probably would have killed me.

But that's not the point. What is the point is that not a second after I'd fallen back asleep that the sound got not only louder, but I swear it started coming from more than one place! I was tempted to jump out of bed and start screaming at the top my lungs the most foul things I could after not being allowed to sleep. But then I remembered Bengl's thread. So in the calmest voice I could muster in my drowsy state I said, "Look, it's been a long day and I just want to get some sleep. Can ya please stop, at least for tonight. Thank you."

No sooner had the last word departed from my lips did the sounds stop and the house was quiet. So thank you Bengl for sharing that little tip of yours. If ya hadn't I honestly don't know what I would've done. Not exactly something you'll find in your average ghost on books.