around the fire

[Maeve]

*scribbles down the ones she hasn't read yet*

I've read "Black Cat" and "The Pit and the Pendulum" but my favorite is "The Tell Tale Heart"! Sooo good!

[19101989]

Well as the last posts were about dreams I have the feeling to share my experience .with dreams with you
I had experienced what is called "sleep paralysis"
In fact I was through this scary experience twice but the one which really made me sit shivering for almost two hours was my first one
After a long day spent in the countryside and after drinking buckets of coffee *wherever we went, we have to drink this heavy drink with all its kinds, Nescafe, capotshino , coffee with milk etc..* We returned home. I have to study for my exam but I was unlike most of the people have my brain spin with coffee and went directly to my bed to have a nap before studying. I slept in my shared room with my sis, she was sitting on her bed studying something about the bones I did not get and I did not care to *as always *. I slept and during my nap I saw my self standing in a pavement, staring in the sky. It was dark and full of stars. Twinkled stars. I was not felling good, I stirred and opened my eyes a little to look at my sis half sleep. Then I drew again in the dreams world. I saw myself in the last position but I was hanging on to a column still staring at the starry sky and I felt my self fall. After that I felt something wrap my whole body tightly and a felling of numb covered me totally. I opened my eyes and looked at my sis direction to ask for help but she was not there. I opened my mouth to scream but no thing came out. I lost my voice and the blanket was squeezing me tighter. I heard a ghostly voice saying to me "I will not leave you, you are mine". I felt my breath go away. And I finally opened my eyes in the real world with a faint gasp, and looked toward my sis to see her still sitting in her last position. Then she looked at me worriedly when she saw the horrible look on my face. I asked her where she has been but she said that she did not leave her place since I slept. I sit on my bed shivering. It was my first physical nightmare if there is some thing like that. After that I read a story talk about "sleep paralysis". I read articles about it. The more I read, the more I discover that it was my experience.
"sleep paralysis " is really well-known in the myths world . The myths believed that this case caused by a sleep monster which lies heavily on the sleeping person and makes him see horrible nightmares. But you can find the scientific diagnosis in this website
www.stanford.edu/~dement/paralysis.html
but this can not ever decrease the atrocity of this experience

[Doubar]

*weighs head* Aye, heard about it in my neurology lectures. It had only been mentioned there, though. Am sorry you had to experience this, Bryn.

[Rongar]

@doubar, can't wait to get the storeies after X-mas!

alex, Woah.......!

Rumina, I love Edgar Allen Poe too! And the Tale Tell Heart is my fav too!!

[stinky cheese man]

Hehe.

Get enough rest
Keep regular sleep schedules.

Hm, nope, definitely not me. ;D

[Rongar]

If you're not careful, you'll get sick!!

[19101989]

Dec 2, 2009 18:10:43 GMT -5 Rongar said:

If you're not careful, you'll get sick!!

Mala: how that can make me sick ? if u directed your last post to me not cheese man .
well i know that "sleep paralysis " some times - if it repeated periodically - causes "epilepsy".....
. but at the same time it can occur accidentally when the conditions causing it happen . just like in my conditions

after drinking buckets of coffee

. it can be caused by " * Sleeping in a face upwards or supine position
* Irregular sleeping schedules; naps, sleeping in, sleep deprivation..*beware stinky *
* Increased stress
* Sudden environmental/lifestyle changes
* A lucid dream that immediately precedes the episode.*
in my case i slept my face upwards , although i used to sleep on my stomach not on my back .there is 84% of people who suffer from this phenomenon in different conditions and about 7% of them from students specially university students due to the third reason. but it is not dangerous when it happens once or twice . it is really dangerous when it repeats regularly .

[Rongar]

((scracthes head...))

Eh, Bryn?

My bad, I meant to direct that to Mody, but that was interesting info all the same....

All I know about sleeping problems is that if I sleep too much I get bad headachs.......

[stinky cheese man]

It should be obvious that Rongar was talking to me, because she posted three days after I did, and if she was referring to someone else, then she is supposed to start with "@ ...."

[Rongar]

;D

[19101989]

oh sorry rongar i got it wrong . but thanks for not embarrassing me . you are really gentle . *directs a sided look toward stinky cheese man *
well as i was the one who suffered then i thought that you was commenting on me .
@mody : you know something . sleeping early yesterday was not such a bad idea .

[stinky cheese man]

Dec 6, 2009 2:25:53 GMT -5 @19101989 said:

oh sorry rongar i got it wrong . but thanks for not embarrassing me . you are really gentle . *directs a sided look toward stinky cheese man *

;D

@mody : you know something . sleeping early yesterday was not such a bad idea .

Oh, why is that?

[19101989]

@stinky :

@mody : you know something . sleeping early yesterday was not such a bad idea .
Oh, why is that?

oh come on stinky guess why ?
now let us from all of this and listen to this story . it is part of a novel i read before . the novel was dread.
P.S , the places and the characters are not mine and i do not know if it happened really or not.
here :
" The snows flow in torrents in a horrible world…a world where the upper hand was for the white color…when white became the color of death. A world forgot words like "warm","sun", and "flowers" for a very long time. We are now in north England in the year 1257A.C. the place is "septal of glitch" passage near great glen tunnel. The area is a horrible wide swamp, where no body entered and came back to tell what he saw. The darkness and the fallen snow bear the responsibility of making this spot out of the human being map. It is a paradise for ghosts and devils. In fact the people from near villages were talking about the ghostly lights they saw in jungles and in the middle of the swamps late in night. This is the beginning scenes our story starts with and it is of course not so encouraging or optimistic scene. But…, can you see? Can you see that rider thrust into the dark swamps on his horse back? How brave and skilled he is! How can he find his way? And how can not he fall from the force of the snows stroking him? There is something horrifying in his shadow mien which covered all his body. Some thing in his erect sit on the back of his horse. The shape of the horse itself with the steam ascended from his nose, like a legend dragon from the myths of the old was sowing awe in the mightiest men's hearts.
Who is this rider?
What did he want?
Where did he come from? And where is he going to?
All these questions are without answers. At least for now.

Inside one of the woodcutters' huts, the whole family gathered around fire and hot soap. It is such a beautiful moment during the whole day. The soap is empty from meat of course as hunting became rare in this season. But who cares? When the blood froze in the vines, do you have another choice? It is enough for the food to be hot. The woodcutter was the bigger among the sitters. He was called "William". His wife stood next to the burner cooking the soap, then pouring it in pottery to drink from it. The spoons were not being innovated yet. Come on and sit with them and let the bitter cold and ice play their cruel games with nature. Their only slogan is "no mercy for wayfarers".

The woodcutters said in a coarse voice "give us more soap, merry ...my day was so tough ". Did you hear the last syllable? Did you recognize the language? It is not the English of course or if we seek accuracy it is the English when it was newborn. This language transferred to them through Celtic and German tribes which invaded the north of the country. So it is more like Germany and still has a lot of time to separate and be solitary and have its own rules.
They heard nocks on the old wooden door. They exchanged glances…No one can come in such deadly cold, so who made it?
The wife said in terrified imbecility "do not open O William ...just the devil can walk in such blizzards ". He said during lifting the flambeau in his left arm "if he is a wayfarer, we should give him shelter, woman. this is the law of the king". But for more safety he took an ax and came near the door and shouted "who is there?" .the voice came deep from abysmal wells to reply" a wayfarer seeks shelter and food and is ready to pay "."From where?" the woodcutter shouted again. "From the north where the Celtic chivalry gobble blaze and the devils of the seas wrestle to win the souls of the sailors ..." The voice was strong, commanding, and deep. But no thing in it was calling for bad omen. "William" stretched his hand and removed the bolt to open the door. With the comer the storms came in and the snowflakes broke in the hut. The fire danced violently. A horror and cold gasp took away the breath of the wife and the kids. Then the stranger entered the hut and the door was closed. "What about your horse? If you have one" said William. "It is perished. Sheep are weaker than us in bearing this weather". Then the stranger sat down. What was really odd was that the stranger's face remains hidden in the shadow of the cloak he wore and the fire could not erase the aura of obscurity around him. But the snowflakes began to melt on his cloak and fall to the ground making sound like "bleek!…bleek! " . With a shaking hand the wife gave the stranger some soap in a small vessel. He raised it to his mouth and sipped a little. The silence dominated the place. For their astonishment the sound of the storm out there began to fade. The woodcutter wished if the man talk..Chatter just to erase the dread filled the atmosphere. Finally the stranger broke the uncomfortable silence and said "good soap, oh woodcutter". Then he put his hands in his cloak and searched until he found a golden coin he tossed it unfriendly on the wooden table and said "gold. I am always paying with gold". The woodcutter shivered. He did not touch a gold coin during all his life. They used to the barter system. There were no coins in their society. "Sire, this is a lot..." said the astonished man."No it's your gold. Take it". With a dirty trembling hand the woodcutter stretched his fingers to take the shiny coin and put it into his clothes." by the god if this is the price of hosting a stranger, then it is a good bargain" William thought . The stranger rolled his eyes around the place till his gaze spotted the kids and then he wandered "are those your children?" In adulation the woodcutter answered. "Yes sir, jack, jone, and Elisabeth"." good kids. Delicious food. I mean the kids" the stranger said." where are you going sir? The woodcutter asked. The stranger continued having his dinner then he said "I am going to "lotean"… Edinburgh... I have to deliver an urgent massage to "Stewart" family". He said that in ordinary voice as if he did not find any thing weird in this. The woodcutter had an urgent feeling to pull the veil from the stranger's face .every thing will be settled then. But the story began to explain itself now. This stranger is a rich noble came from Scotland emirate holding a massage. This massage almost has a conspiratorial form. And had to be handed to Stewart's kings in lotean . "What is important in all of this? Masters came and went. But your life still the same" the woodcutter shrugged. "Delicious food. I mean the kids" did he said (delicious food. I mean the kids??" "What did that suppose to mean?" he thought."But the man was talking in such staidness. My ears must deceive me" he thought again. After that the stranger yawned. His eyelid became heavy and sleep invaded him totally. The woodcutter motioned to a place in the corner and said" I am afraid we do not have a place more comfortable. you will sleep here tonight and I will sleep in my place. The wife and the kids will sleep upon the heater." The stranger nodded in agreement. Then he deliberately got up. So tall dreadful, startling. He went to the direction of the leathers and lied down. He slept in a heart beat. The wife said in horror "who is he? He is frightening?" his husband raised a finger warning and whispered "hush! Woman! He is just a noble wayfarer and he paid with gold..That is all what I care for right now "."William, what is this drops?" the wife said. Then she fell on the knees and touched the dust... Yes. There was no doubt. They were drops of blood. She traced the drops till her gaze reached the sleeping stranger. She realized that he was the source of the bloody drops. The bleek-bleek sound she heard caused by some thing heavier and thicker not by water as she thought .she showed her husband the bloody stain. "Did you see? This stranger was and still bleeding?"."Impossible, woman. He was quite and steadfast". Suddenly a voice boomed in the silence, it was neighing of a horse. If his horse managed to be a live in this stormy night, then why the stranger claimed that his horse died. "This stranger was lying. And above that all he absolutely did not comfort me ".the wife said in trembling sound. The man looked at the blood on the floor. He wanted to tell her how foolish she was. But it was obvious and clear of doubts. "Is he a devil came from the swamps?" he thought. "I will go get the rest of the woodcutters."hud " and "Edgar " will crash his throat if he was what I think ?"He told her. She grabbed his hand to stop him and whispered "let us take a look at his face first."." but why?" he said harshly.' we do not need the others laugh at us if he appeared to be just a simple wayfarer "."Good idea" he agreed. After that he took the ax and approaches cautiously from the sleeping man who had his face in front of them. "Bring the flame closer merry. I can not see any thing". She brought it closer. The man was completely sleeping as if he never slept before. The shades of his sackcloth covered all his features. So with more cautious the woodcutter stretched his hand to erase them from his face…….and what he saw was not good at all.
After one day, an epidemic devastated the entire "Scotland" emirate. It killed hundreds and the dead bodies accumulated in the roads and did not find any one to bury them. The preacher "Justinian" and who was one of the few preachers in this early era wrote about this epidemic and its symptoms. "If the god does not help us, then all of us are perishable "those were his last words whose echo continued ringing through the centuries. But no one knew what the reason of this epidemic was. And it's ended as it's started like too many epidemics spread in the medieval era.

sorry for being too long
P.S i translated this part so read carefully !

[Scratch]

Whoa, that's a chilly plague D:

I've been having too many dreamless sleeps as of late, so I'll let you know if any spooky or weird dreams pop up whenever I'm hibernating.

[Sinbad]

This is not really a ghost story in the strict sense but something that I remembered again a moment ago.

When I was still at my training school, me and most of the history department would make a two day trip to Weimar with the 10th graders every year. So I went there twice. Near Weimar, there is a former concentration camp which is a memorial place nowadays. You can go there and look at things, you can get guided tours or walk around without it (Maybe the one or other saw it on the news when Barack Obama went there early this year).

So one of my colleagues back at that school, who is around 40 years old, told me that before she had started working as a teacher, she had been working in a museum in Bonn (earlier capitol of West Germany) and then she had applied to work with the memorial museum at Buchenwald. She told me she had come there for her application some years back and that she had stayed there for a night.
You got to know that there are buildings right before the gates, longish buildings that have been renovated but where the SS soldiers used to live back in the way. My colleague said that she had not been able to sleep properly that night, because whenever she was about to drift off to sleep, she would hear the sound of soldier boots outside on the corridor even though there was nobody there.

I am noone to believe in ghosts or haunted places but whatever it is, something´s got to have an effect on places like that *shudders*