|Story Number 2:
I'm sitting alone at my computer one night in my townhouse at school. I was the only person home at the time, when I hear the toilet flush. I was like OK, WTF!?! . Then, after a couple minutes, I decide it was just RITs crappy plumbing and go back to staring at VWVortex (not homework ). Turn my music back up and find some thread that's interesting, when all of a sudden, the room gets real cold and my music turns off. Not just ends, but the volume knob is turned off. I have one of those Creative computer speaker setups with the little knoby job that clicks when its shut off, and I heard that click. At this point, I was a little wierded out, because there had been other weird things happening at this house before (but I'll get into that later). I turn it back on, and not 30 seconds later I feel a cold, hard, bony hand on my shoulder, feels almost skeletal, and I barely hear and almost inaudible, Stop that racket! At which point I almost crapped myself. I swung around, to see who was there, felt my hand contact something, but saw what can only be described as an area of distortion of the rest of the stuff in the room. It was like a smaller version of a little old lady (Ok, I'm not sleeping tonight... ), but not really, it was humanoid in shape, but nothing was defined. I stared at it for what seemed like 15 minutes, but was really about a blink, and then it vanished. The room then returns to its original temperature. I'm sure it wasnt just a chill, because I could actually see condensation building on the windows, and I could see my breath. I went outside, and at that point, my roommate had just pulled in. I told him what happened, and he said, ok, now that makes 2 of us, lets get the hell out of here. I didnt sleep for 3 days.