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Originally posted by murkybubble:

turns out my brain waves are a bit irregular

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Originally posted by k r i s t i n:
you get hallucinations? that's scary? what are they?

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Bob: between 30 and 40 years old. wears a janitorial uniform with a nametag that says "Bob." smells strongly of rotting things. tells me to hurt myself. often provides tools with which to hurt myself. has protracted conversations with me where he confirms my worst fears, such as that no one loves me, my friends don't care about me, if i died no one would miss me, etc. he also "proves" it... one night i was hanging out with my friends and he showed up, so i went to talk to him, and he kept telling me that my friends didn't even realize that i had wandered off because they didn't care about me, and i kept yelling at him and saying he was wrong........ and then when i went back to where my friends were, they had all left. i had to wait for an hour and a half in the middle of nowhere until one of their cellphones got reception.

Vanilla Lady: late 20s, early 30s. smells like cheap vanilla perfume. she doesn't talk... just stares at me with a horrified expression on her face. she always wears dresses, and her hair is always mussed up. she's not that bothersome except that she likes to make horror movie style entrances... i'll open the fridge, and when i close the door, she'll be there.

Knife Girl: little kid. she likes to chase me. she cries a lot and screams at me whenever i look at her, because she thinks i only give a crap about her cuz she's a kid. she leaves knives around a lot, like they'll be there the next morning wherever it was that i saw her.

Old Man: creepiest motherfucker EVER. he hangs out in the "library" in my house, which is really just my dad's collection of really old stuff... old piano, old books, old radios, old autographed pictures, old lamps, old cameras... all stuff from between the 30s and late 50s. he's in a wheelchair, which squeaks, so if i forget about him, he'll just roll back and forth. he laughs at me, and it sounds like he's panting for air. i don't think he has teeth. he smells kind of like bacon. his head juts out when he grips the sides of his wheelchair and it looks like he's a turtle or something. he's really wrinkly. he must be really damned old. he has film over his eyes, so it looks like he's not looking at me, but he fully is.

Voices: i occasionally hear voices. they tend to threaten me in really convoluted ways... like telling me that they're going to slice off my eyelids and rub salt in my eyes, or hide thumb tacks in my food. it makes me really paranoid.

Random Shit: sometimes my walls melt. sometimes my stuffed animals move around. my tv jumps up and down sometimes... once i tried to prove to myself that i was imagining it, so i stuck my hand under it, and it came crashing down on it and bruised my hand really badly. my doctor says i must have subconciously hit my hand against something in order to convince myself that my tv really was bouncing. the random shit usually happens when i'm overly tired, while the people and voices come around when i'm really stressed or upset about something.

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Originally posted by NSA:
You should write a movie script for that, it could be a cool story. But people would have to die and stuff, maybe you could kill off all your old friends you dont like.. to appease the voices.. mhmmm.

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Originally posted by k r i s t i n:
now i'm afraid that eventually i might see stuff like that.

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Originally posted by Foo:
when i was younger and lived at my old house, i used to hallucinate wierd coloured giraffes

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