Agreed. My local library is clinically whitewashed with bright green floors, extensive glass and more computers than book shelves. I'd love a more traditional library.
I think I might be going insane. Either that or something very, very strange is happening.
To start, I have no history of mental illness. I've been depressed once or twice, but for normal reasons (homesick, break up, etc). I've smoked pot a few times, I drink socially, but that's about the extent of my drug use. However, I think I've begun to hallucinate or something. I don't generally believe in the paranormal, but I figured maybe you guys could help.
I think this started about five months ago. I was still seeing my ex-boyfriend, and we were living together. Things were alright, the relationship had cooled off a bit, but there was nothing going on that I would consider cause for alarm or anything like that until one night I woke up. I swear I heard a man say my name right next to my ear. It was so clear I actually sat up in bed and asked my ex what he wanted. He hadn't said or heard anything and looked really shaken up. He had been awake texting someone (he said it was his brother).
I didn't think much of the voice, figuring it was a dream. The texting, on the other hand, bothered me. On top of that over the next few weeks my ex began complaining. He said he felt like he was being watched in our house. He got extremely jumpy, even snapping and almost hitting me when I surprised him. I started getting suspicious.
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Anonymous 01/28/10(Thu)01:00 No.3448206
To make a long story shorter, one day I was over at a friend's house and my cell rang. My ex's number. When I answered there was no sound, like a lost connection. I thought it was weird and called him back. He said he hadn't called me, but he seemed really strained. Already paranoid, I decided to head back to our house and see just what was up. Right as I approached the door, I heard it again. A man's voice, same one, right in my ear, except this time he was shushing me. I froze and looked around. Everything was quiet. Way, way too quiet and still. It was as though a blanket had been thrown over everything to keep things muffled, and this is a pretty lively neighborhood. There at least should have been birds and bugs or dogs barking. It made my hair stand on end, and I hesitated entering the house.
While I was pausing, I just happened to catch another woman sneaking out the side door. I might have missed her if I hadn't stopped to look around.
That's just the beginning though.
Shortly after this, as you can imagine, I moved into my own apartment. This is where the crazy starts. Every so often, everything will go quiet just like that night. No sound, no movement, no nothing. Even when I've tried to make noise by turning on the TV or clearing my throat, it all sounds muffled until the silence passes. Freaked out by this, I mentioned it in passing. That's when she reminded me of something.
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Anonymous 01/28/10(Thu)01:06 No.3448251
You should move in with your auntie and uncle
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Anonymous 01/28/10(Thu)01:10 No.3448284
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Beau. I used to make up all kinds of stories about Beau and the adventures he had, and I'd love to tell me mom all about them. I only very vaguely remember this stuff, but Mom told me what she knew. Apparently, Beau was the King of the Quiet Place. Upon being asked where the Quiet Place was, little me just shrugged. Apparently it wasn't a very nice place, very dark and too quiet, and Beau got lonely. So one day he went searching for someone to play with, and that's how he found me.
When Mom told me about this, she didn't laugh or joke about it like she does when talking about my older brother's imaginary dinosaur. Beau wasn't all fun and games. Beau was creepy. She never saved the drawings I did of him, but there was one that really stuck in her mind. It was a picture of Beau in his Kingdom. The Quiet place was all very dark blue and black, with shadowy figures barely standing out. King Beau was pale but had a huge smile full of sharp teeth. The look of the drawing was unsettling enough that she showed it to my pediatrician and asked if she should be worried. He told her it was normal.
The reason she told me all this was that there were a few other strange details. Sometimes she'd come into my room when I was playing and there would be a heavy, oppressive silence. Some nights I'd wake Mom up by singing in my room "to scare the silence away". I was a quiet kid, but for a time I really receded into myself. I'd wake up crying with nightmares or complaining that Beau was whispering to me and wouldn't leave me alone.
Little by little this tapered off. Mom assumed that I had grown out of my imaginary friend and it was over. I was pretty unnerved.
I am currently homeless. Nevertheless, I love Eliza Dushku and want to save her show. Recently I was kicked out of my homeless shelter for passing out fliers. There is only 1 episode left, it's time for an emergency meeting!
There will be an emergency meeting to save Dollhouse.
Dollhouse unofficial fansite toresimonsen.wordpress.com Tore loves Eliza <3
The meeting will be held on January 28, 2010 in the Downtown Central library in Minneapolis from 1 pm to 3 pm. Mostly collecting signatures for the petition, though I may make some brief remarks.
I planned to discuss the meeting by putting up signs with the Downtown Improvement District. The receptionist behind the desk rejected my sign as too unprofessional and in my personal interest.
Please come help save the show! I am doing this because I love Eliza Dushku, and want to save her show.
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Anonymous 01/27/10(Wed)15:56 No.6905766
the fuck
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Anonymous 01/27/10(Wed)15:57 No.6905774
Where are you posting from? Where do you watch Dollhouse episodes? Why are you homeless?
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Anonymous 01/27/10(Wed)15:57 No.6905778
wasn't that show cancelled due to being extremely gay?
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Anonymous 01/27/10(Wed)16:00 No.6905795
I used to be in a psychiatric hospital with a guy who make leaflets about Eastenders and kept handing them out all day long. He was convinced it was the best show of all time. And the joke was he never even watched the fucking show, he "just knew"
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RULES: must be designed in MSpaint The creative anwsers are best... and usually wrong.
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This Halonet stream was jacked by the Rebel Alliance to bring the people the series finale of Late Night with Zuckuss, which is now a restricted data feed by the Imperial Communications & Broadcasting Board.
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Anonymous 01/28/10(Thu)07:26 No.88740
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