So a couple weeks ago, my dad entered a contract with an Amish company to have our decaying roof replaced with a metal roof. How they are doing this is ripping off the decaying roof, replacing it with covering, and then add the metal siding and roof material to it. We are currently in the covering process. I'm not sure what it's made out of; I gotta go talk with Pops about that. Anywhoo, we are in that process right now, while slowly adding in metal siding to the dorm windows.
Right now, there is a clawing at my wall, the one closest to my shower. I had Pops go check it out, and he came to the quick conclusion (after listening to the clawing, scratching, and various movement) that there is definitely something trapped in my roof, preferably a bird or a bat. Before the project started, this area was open, so there were probably nests in there. Apparently, the Amish guys put the covering on and trapped the nest in, so the birdies or batties are trying to get out. Well, they got a fixed time limit, so might wanna hurry that up...I have to sleep in a couple hours.
So..where am I going with this...Oh yeah! I guess you could share your freaky house stories in this thread, that'd be cool and stuff...
If it was smart, it wouldn't be on the highway in the first place...
I have a story about pidgeons...
So when I was nine or ten, my family went to New york city for some reason that I no longer remember. Anyway, we were walking back to our hotel, and it was somewhat dark outside. Not dark enough that we were worried about getting mugged, but dark enough for the streetlights to be on.
About half a block down, I see this pile of fur/feathers under a street light. Naturally, I assumed it was a dead rabbit (because that is quite common where I live), but when we got closer we realized it was something much more horrible.
There were like five or six rats, each one about half the length of my forearm(not including tail), eating a pidgeon. The pidgeon was still alive, but it had a broken wing or something. It kept trying to escape, but then the pack of rats would run after it and start eating it again.
I remember when I was 9 years old or so I came back from a baseball game with my uncle. I went into the kitchen and my parents were preparing the meal, I believe it was cajun chicken. Then a mouse tried to scurry across the floor. Remember the noise Adam Sandler made in Billy Madison when he saw the kid peed himself? I made that noise and jumped across the kitchen and stomped on the mouse. My kleets were pretty bloody after that...
Oh well. Dad was proud, and Mom was grossed out. My uncle was just laughing his backside off.
Frank, if a calf, anywhere, walks onto a fire ant mound, its toast.
Aknerd, know wonder you can't remember why your parents took you into the city. I bet you had nightmares for days after that. Rats are the original garbage collectors.
In the South I guess we are a little bit more immune to such sites. When I lived near the ocean I would laugh whenever I would hear of the tourists complaining that their beloved pet had gone missing. They would always mention feeding alligators first. When traveling, don't feed the wildlife, its just not smart.
My school got tons of dragons flies, flying around the outdoor basketball court. They were not there when i was 1st grade then when i was 2nd grade, there were tons, and now at second semester, they're gone... what do you all think of it ?
and my friend told me that he killed a rat with his dad's airsoft rifle.... ? lol ?
we buyed a house. after all furniture was in, we hear a loud buzzing. my dad go to the attic and wasps were everywhere. he called the exterminator. now the wasps are gone.
Other wildlife encounters are more obvious, such as swarms of migrating dragonflies. That dragonflies migrate is news to me. One species, known as the black saddlebag, bears a striking resemblance to flying miniature Harley-Davidsons. There are also 12-spotted skimmer and green darner dragonflies galore, all of them heading south across the lake. Migrating sharp-shin hawks dart distinctively by the dozens high above. They are also hard to miss, as are their prey.
I thought the miniature Harley's was funny; I would love to have a picture of that!
I mean the door really slams because i look behind me because i hear the floor creaking then the door is normal then all of a sudden you hear SLAM. And the door creaks pretty loud when it moves slowly.
Ah. Then you're right, your house is haunted. Run!
