I don't hallucinate. I never have. I have super vivid dreams, but the crazy shit stays in there.
In my parents house, around 14 or 16, I was in my room on the computer late at night--1:30 or so perhaps, I was always up real late on the weekends (til like 4am). I always had a cup on my desk with a drink in it, though it would always eventually be empty. At this time on this night, it was empty--no ice, no condensation, totally dry. I was staring at my monitor and something drew my attention to that cup and I stared at it. Suddenly, it moved about 2 inches to the right. I lost my mind and ran downstairs in far fewer steps than should have been possible. After I gathered my senses, I went back up and checked the bottom of the cup: dry, totally dry. It wasn't condensation, I didn't bump the desk. It just... moved, as if someone grabbed it and just moved it to the side deliberately.
Other times I'd be in the kitchen before I walked to the bus stop for school and I'd hear stuff crash in the basement. I'd go check and nothing would be on the floor or otherwise misplaced. We did have a problem with birds getting into the house via the chimney, so I was never completely sure--though they made quite a ruckus when you went down there to get the birds out, so I don't think it was always a bird issue--they made their presence known.
I don't hallucinate. I never have. I have super vivid dreams, but the crazy shit stays in there.
In my parents house, around 14 or 16, I was in my room on the computer late at night--1:30 or so perhaps, I was always up real late on the weekends (til like 4am). I always had a cup on my desk with a drink in it, though it would always eventually be empty. At this time on this night, it was empty--no ice, no condensation, totally dry. I was staring at my monitor and something drew my attention to that cup and I stared at it. Suddenly, it moved about 2 inches to the right. I lost my mind and ran downstairs in far fewer steps than should have been possible. After I gathered my senses, I went back up and checked the bottom of the cup: dry, totally dry. It wasn't condensation, I didn't bump the desk. It just... moved, as if someone grabbed it and just moved it to the side deliberately.
Other times I'd be in the kitchen before I walked to the bus stop for school and I'd hear stuff crash in the basement. I'd go check and nothing would be on the floor or otherwise misplaced. We did have a problem with birds getting into the house via the chimney, so I was never completely sure--though they made quite a ruckus when you went down there to get the birds out, so I don't think it was always a bird issue--they made their presence known.
I don't hallucinate. I never have. I have super vivid dreams, but the crazy shit stays in there.
In my parents house, around 14 or 16, I was in my room on the computer late at night--1:30 or so perhaps, I was always up real late on the weekends (til like 4am). I always had a cup on my desk with a drink in it, though it would always eventually be empty. At this time on this night, it was empty--no ice, no condensation, totally dry. I was staring at my monitor and something drew my attention to that cup and I stared at it. Suddenly, it moved about 2 inches to the right. I lost my mind and ran downstairs in far fewer steps than should have been possible. After I gathered my senses, I went back up and checked the bottom of the cup: dry, totally dry. It wasn't condensation, I didn't bump the desk. It just... moved, as if someone grabbed it and just moved it to the side deliberately.
Other times I'd be in the kitchen before I walked to the bus stop for school and I'd hear stuff crash in the basement. I'd go check and nothing would be on the floor or otherwise misplaced. We did have a problem with birds getting into the house via the chimney, so I was never completely sure--though they made quite a ruckus when you went down there to get the birds out, so I don't think it was always a bird issue--they made their presence known.