I used to love these threads on reddit. I’ll go first.
This one is kinda mundane and is most likely a hypnogogic/pompic hallucination but it used to happen A LOT when I was younger and I kinda realised earlier that it’s been a long time since I last noticed it.
So from about the onset of puberty till my early mid twenties, at least a few times a month I’d be falling asleep, drifting in and out of sleep, or even woken up by- my bed shaking.
Usually it was a steady-ish rumble, almost like being on a train, but like 1/10 times I’d wake up to my bed rocking like someone was shaking it.
It scared me a few times when it was particularly violent, but as I freeze up when scared I’d just be lying there terrified, wondering why the fuck this was happening and hoping the bed didn’t start squeaking. Usually when this shaking happened though it was just a thing I noticed, filed away as a curiosity, and tried to go back to sleep.
This happened in probably every place I lived (which was a lot of places as I was moving like 2 or 3 times a year most years from about 11 till 16, then less so as I got older) and mostly around the south east of England. And I very rarely lived on a main road with heavy vehicles on it or by railways either, so it wasn’t environmental. We do get the occasional very minor earthquake here every ten years or so, and it’s a similar feeling!
I was reading late at night in the living room. Decided to go to bed, so i put the book down in the center of a large coffee table. I went to bed and just after falling asleep, i woke up to a loud bang. Ive dealt with exploding head syndrome my whole life so i thought it was that at first but it sounded different. I got out of bed to make sure all the doors were locked and stuff and saw my book on the floor of the opposite side of the living room. There were no animals in the house, i was completly alone and all the doors were locked. Also, it didn’t sound like the book fell onto the floor. It was a BANG, like it was thrown flat on the floor hard. The book was in an open area about 10 ft from the coffee table. By the way the book was a thick hard cover book, not like a magazine or something light.
You got any theories?
I’ve had stuff like that happen a few times, I mostly put it down to brief psychosis or mice knocking shit off shelves though.
The otherwise inevitable paranoia about being stalked or a home invasion, if they were actually happening, would not have been a fun experience. And like there’s not much I’d have been able to do anyway as police are useless wankers and people who break into houses while the residents are home are psychos best avoided.
Commiserations on the exploding head syndrome btw, that does not sound pleasant.
Well, nothing that makes logical sense. Ive gone through the scenarios and none of them work out. Windows werent open, doors were locked, no animals or anyone else in the house, big heavy book at least 10ft from where i left it…
Then i start thinking of the time frame. My mom had just passed weeks before. I was in her house that was to be sold off to pay for some back taxes and mortgage. She wouldn’t have been happy about that and that was the day i started the process of selling it. IDK man…im as skeptical as they come but sometimes, yeah. idk.