This will sound really odd, but I feel like I'm being haunted these days; tonight after work, I got home, and lay down- I didn't sleep, but time sort of skipped forward until it was 10pm. I went outside to have a cigarette, and the nightsky was flashing like a strobe, sort of flipping between light blue to dark dark blue really fast. I also keep hearing a really strange crying/screaming noise in my backyard, but I can't confirm that anyone else is hearing it. Not that its in my mind or a hallucination, but maybe something in my soul...?? I don't know. I feel off kilter, like I'm dreaming......??
That's freaky, man. I could maybe accept that this is due to bupe withdrawal, but it seems pretty strange for an opiate... I've certainly never had anything like that happen. How long has this been going on? Did it coincide with stopping bupe or is has it been going on longer?
willow11 said:
I feel troubled, and its not a manifestation of a mental illness or drug abuse. I always thought the dark side of reality was something to embrace, but its starting to break at times when I really don't want it too. Feel scared; not anxious, but scared like a distant figure is watching me from the shadows....
Yeah, when I was younger I loved watching horror movies and gore and I liked to think about dark and evil stuff and I was drawn to seeing sorrow and drama and so forth on TV... but after I had my first mushroom trip I just felt like... I didn't want to let that kind of stuff in. I grew up in suburbia, USA and my entire life up until then was one big period of increasing densensitization, and then psychedelics helped me to become sensitive again (which I much prefer), and I just felt like it was a bad idea to seek that kind of stuff out. Like there's enough darkness in the world that I can't help but be exposed to, so why would I add more purposely? I'd rather absorb stuff that's positive and happy.

I know you've not had the same opinion since I've known you. So it could be that in a weakened emotional/mental state, it's emerging from your subconsciousness in a very strong way. Particularly since I know you've been into learning about/possibly practicing the occult.
I have to say, it also sounds a little like psychosis, though obviously enough that you're making sense and appear coherent, but I don't know if you have a history of that, other than when using drugs that can cause it. I don't know man, I've never experienced anything like what you describe, except maybe when I was a little kid and I saw something really scary in a movie or something and I would be terrified every night by my imagination and convinced it was really happening.
I have also recently been haunted.
Long story short:
I slept one night (many nights actually) in the living room since I have been snoring for the past few weeks and I give NotDeja a break from close proximity snoring. So I'm sleeping in living room, she's in bed. We both fall asleep. Midnight.
I am sleeping on my side, naked without a blanket (since I run hot). I feel something tubular and firm poke the outside of my butthole a few times (3-4). It does not penetrate. I sit bolt upright near the last pokes (they woke me up). I whisper what the fuck. Notdeja is sleeping 20 yards away with ear plugs in.
I get up and piss and go lay back down. I wonder what poked me (a ghost?). About two minutes later notDeja starts screaming. I know now what is happening we are being attacked. I full tilt run toward the bed and her screams. I jump on top of the loft bed and ask her whats wrong while simultaneously feeling around and pulling her away from the edge (a long drop). She's short of breath and I watch her claw at her neck. She is crying. I hug her and try to soothe her. She tells me something was wrapped around her neck choking her.
Creepy as fuck.
That's fucked up man.

I've had hauntings for sure, but none as frightening as that. The most off-putting one I've actually had personally happened within the last year. My wife and I were in bed at night, and snuggling started to turn into other things. Then somewhere in the middle of things, all of a sudden, from RIGHT next to the bed (like 3 feet away from us), there came a loud, even and very deliberate knocking, emanating from the wooden dresser that's there:
*knock knock knock knock*. We both froze and looked at each other, and I got up and looked out the windows, down at the deck, and all around the perimeter of the house to make sure no one was there, because at first we assumed it was someone knocking on the door or something (even though it definitely distinctly was coming from the dresser). It sounded 100% exactly like someone knocking on it with their knuckle, as I discovered when doing exactly that on the dresser. So after a minute of looking at each other with hesitation, I said "if someone's here, can you knock again?" And within a second or two, the exact same knocking, 4 knocks from someone's knuckles, came from the dresser, 3 feet away from us. So obviously that creeped us out, and was also not cool because we got the distinct impression that it was someone watching us... rather violating, especially for her. I told whatever it was to get some manners and get out of there, and we never heard the knocking again. But the mood was definitely broken.
So the short version of this story is, some spirits are cockblockers. :D