Question of the day.

What’s the strangest/scariest thing you’ve seen in the middle of the night?

My answer:

Not really seen it but heard it, and not just in the middle of the night but for a good few months, but it started in the middle of the night. We still lived in our previous house in the countryside where I had a room in the attic. One night in summer I woke up, I think it wasn’t that scary strange thing that woke me up initially, if I remember correctly I was feeling unwell physically or something like that. In any case, I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Suddenly I heard a weird, faint but clear noise. I still sort of remember what it sounded like but can’t even describe it in a good way, yet I remember that the first time I heard it it reminded me of something like the noise that a sheep or a goat would make, only a lot fainter and shorter and kinda raspy. There was no way there were any such animals in our area so I found this really bizarre and a little creepy because it quite clearly sounded like it came from somewhere in my room. Since it didn’t repeat for some time and I couldn’t come up with a good idea for what it could be, I decided I must have imagined it, but I couldn’t settle back to sleep. And then I heard it again. And again, after a while. And again. And a few more times. Sometimes hearing a sound to which I can’t attribute a source can really trigger my sensory anxiety, and I think it can be potentially scary for a lot of people even when they don’t have the sensory anxiety problem. In order to be able to fall back to sleep and not freak out completely I tried to think that there certainly must be some normal, prosaic reason for why I was hearing this, I just simply didn’t know what it was. I finally managed to fall asleep, but to my fear and frustration I could still hear it. I asked my Mum what could it be, perhaps there’s something in my room, but she had no idea. She came up there, but couldn’t hear anything, so she said I must’ve been imagining it at night like I thought. Only I could still hear it at regular intervals throughout the day. And the next day, and for the rest of the summer. Eventually I sort of got used to my invisible, creepy roommate, invading my little Bibiel haven, but it was really annoying, and when I was home alone, when it was really quiet or the night time, it would still creep me out, even just the idea that no one else hears it. So what does that mean? Am I going crazy? My Mum tried hearing out for it multiple times ’cause I kept complaining about it but the malicious thing never made the noise when she was in the room, or if it did, she wouldn’t hear it because we were talking or some other noises were masking it. When I mentioned it she laughed that I must be smoking something and that it’s not fair that I won’t share with the rest of the family. ๐Ÿ˜€ Dad often had a habit of taking a nap in my room, ’cause it was the quietest, which I utterly hated because he snores, as Sofi once said, like a million of dinosaurs. Still, I was hoping that one time when he comes, before he falls asleep, or after he wakes up, he’ll hear it. Thing is, my Dad falls asleep immediately, doesn’t even need five minutes.

The summer holidays had finished and the new school year had started, so I went to school and wasn’t home for the next at least two weeks. I hoped that by the time I come back, my roommate would get bored not having anyone in there to creep out and would magically disappear just as he appeared, or maybe Mum would find him. No such luck. I remember that when I came home I guess just for a weekend, I went upstairs to go to sleep, and when I was already falling asleep, I heard it again. And that was the case for the next few months, I don’t know how long. Finally, at some point Mum did hear it. She was relaxing in my room, and I was there too, and at some point we both heard it and she was all like: “Gosh, what was that?!” Then she kept looking around the room to locate the thing, which wasn’t easy, because it wasn’t very loud and only made the noise once in a while. Finally, she found it. Under a bean bag, there lay Sofi’s old toy phone, and right when she discovered it, it pleaded guilty by making that noise again. Its battery was dying, so that was why it sounded so weird. Sofi was no longer interested in it, so the phone went to trash, which I felt evil satisfaction about. ๐Ÿ˜€

And how about you? ๐Ÿ™‚

11 thoughts on “Question of the day.”

  1. The strangest that I can think of was when I was staying at a hostel in Italy. I was in a dorm room with several other people, and some dude woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me to stop snoring.

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  2. It was the phone?! Wow, I didn’t see that coming! ๐Ÿ˜€ Hilarious story!

    Hmm…. fun question, by the way! It wasn’t the middle of the night, but I was visiting my former friend, Kristi, and staying in this gothic rental house that I had all to myself. Huge, ancient, drafty rooms, there had to be a ghost, or ghosts plural. I was in bed and not yet awake, either because it was midmorning or I was taking a nap, I’m not sure which. But sunshine was streaming into the room. My eyes were closed and I was semi-awake, sort of waking up but not yet awake, and I felt a finger trace a path on my mattress about a foot behind my back. The path ran for about a foot long and then the finger quit. When I woke up, I was like, that was weird! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

    My brother used to own a haunted house in Old Louisville which is featured in many books about all the haunted houses of that neighborhood. I should’ve spent the night with him to get the ghostly experience that he was always telling me about, but alas, the house was foreclosed upon (he had a mold problem he couldn’t afford to repair), and I lost my chance. Darn it all!

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    1. Hahaha yeah, it was really scary and frustrating when it was happening but now it’s very hilarious. ๐Ÿ˜€
      Gothic houses are so cool and atmospheric, I’d love to stay in one, even if it would be a bit creepy! ๐Ÿ˜€ Your experience definitely sounds very weird and interesting.

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  3. what an ordeal ๐Ÿ˜€ I think the scariest thing I’ve heard at night is wild cats crying, it sounded so much like a baby outside my window, crying! It scared the daylights out of me!

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    1. Oh gosh, wild cats can be super scary at times and the impressively wide range of sounds they can make! When I first heard them in our previous house in the middle of the night it scared the shit out of me as I had no idea what that even was, and it didn’t even sound like babies but just totally creepy wailing, lol. Now we have a lot of wild cats in the neighbourhood and they also make loads of sounds and if someone happens to stay at our house for the night they often get scared that it’s babies or a woman screaming or whatever. We also used to have foxes in the neighbourhood and they could sound creepy too.

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  4. My goodness I was on the edge of my seat reading that. I had to laugh as a similar situation happened to me. I had bagged up my girls old stuffed animals to donate and they were in the back of my closest. I kept hearing a muffled what sounded like growling, but when I finally found it, it was one those old talking gremlins. Furbies, I think they were called and every now and then it would cry out “FUUUURRRRRBEEEEEEE”. That bag got donated the next day.

    But that wasn’t the scariest thing. And mine is very stupid, actually. When I was a child I was terrified of my father’s chest of drawers. It had two small drawers at the top (eyes) and three big drawers. To me it was a face with an angry mouth. Anyway, despite being frightened, I would still function and walk passed it to get to my room. I would always wave and say hi. (Yeah, crazy, I know.) One day, I went upstairs and the bottom drawer was slightly open. My dad, a former Navy man, had his white t-shirts folded and stacked. It looked like teeth. I froze in my tracks and started crying. I think I begged my parents to close the door to their room for months after that. They could not understand my fear, but I am telling you it was debilitating.

    I grew out of that stage, of course, until I was visiting my parents (my girls are born at this point, so I’m in my 30s) and walked passed my parents’ room and there “he” was. Staring at me. All those memories flooded back as if it was yesterday. My mom offered the chest of drawers to me for the house. I politely declined.

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    1. Oh my, it’s awful you were scared of that chest of drawers for so long and no one could understand it! And then those teeth! It’s weird how sometimes our brains can turn such a neutral thing into the creepiest creature or something like that. I think your waving and talking this angry face is understandable as I guess you must have wanted to make it feel less scary or angry by doing so.

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