Strange Phenomena

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Yes and it was cat related as well.

I was seeing a lass years ago who had a particularly anti-social cat. Only ever went near her dad.

Any way, was sitting in her front room and the cat walked in and just stood looking at the two of us.

Carrying on I said, I think I'll hypnotise your cat.

I made some daft meow noises and wiggled my fingers at the cat while it was just stood looking.

After a few seconds of the 'hypnosis' the cat keeled over and lay on it's side looking at us for a few minutes before it got back up and mooched out of the room.

'eeeeeeee, how did you do that? that was amazing, do it again' (ex GF not the cat of course)
 
Yes and it was cat related as well.

I was seeing a lass years ago who had a particularly anti-social cat. Only ever went near her dad.

Any way, was sitting in her front room and the cat walked in and just stood looking at the two of us.

Carrying on I said, I think I'll hypnotise your cat.

I made some daft meow noises and wiggled my fingers at the cat while it was just stood looking.

After a few seconds of the 'hypnosis' the cat keeled over and lay on it's side looking at us for a few minutes before it got back up and mooched out of the room.

'eeeeeeee, how did you do that? that was amazing, do it again' (ex GF not the cat of course)
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Few years ago I was laying on the couch watching a film in the dark one night, the cat was behind the sofa messing around as they always f***ing do. So anyway, the cat goes quiet and I start hearing this weird cackling noise coming from behind me, sounded like a groaning, creaking kind of noise, hard to explain. So I sit up and look over, and the cat's standing there, arched back, frozen f***ing stiff, staring at the doorway/corner of the room. I immedietly get goosebumps and this feeling of dread rush over me, but can't see anything cos it's pitch f***ing black in the house. I'm asking the cat "what? who's there you daft twat?", but it just ignores me and stays frozen in this weird f***ing arched position, staring at the door. Staring at whatever is making that f***ing noise. So I'm shitting myself at this point, I grab the remote control to use as a club and grab a pillow for some protection (?) and start edging towards the door, club at the ready, pillow held up to my chest like a f***ing shield. I get to the doorway, turn the light on, there's nothing there. I turn around to look at the cat... it's standing there, arched back, taking a shit on the f***ing carpet. Turns out the cackling noise was just the cat taking a f***ing shit.

This didn't happen to me btw. It's an old creepy pasta I read years ago.
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I heard a dog ask Esther Rantzen for sausages !
Haha was waiting for that..
 
My mam swears to this day that following my dad dying when I was a young'n, she would come upstairs to my bedroom and whilst I was happily playing away there was an old woman, in a Victorian style dress, standing in the corner of my room looking over me who would try and close the door on her when she approached. Freaked her out so much that we moved. Mental. Probs all in her head, but still...
 
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