I'm a little freaked right now, and I'm not quite sure how to proceed. I just got off the night shift, and I'm only running off a few hours sleep, so sorry if this is jumbled up.
I guess if you don't already know, I'm doing night security at a big theatre venue. I'm the only one there from 12 to 7 am, when the first employees arrive. It's my job to walk around and make sure all the doors are locked and no one has snuck in or tried to break in.
It's a little creepy sometimes, but I don't really believe in ghosts or anything like that, and I have a side-arm to take care of anything else.
Well, we got to talking about Shakespeare on here the other night, and it reminded me of an old theatre superstition that you're not supposed to say "Macbeth" on a stage. You have to call it the "scottish play." I was in the stagehouse trying to explain this to one of the workers the other day without saying Macbeth.
I'm not superstitious so I went ahead and said it and explained it to him, then took off for the day. This was Saturday morning.
Sunday morning, around three, I was doing my rounds when I got to the stage backdoor and I thought I heard some whispering, the door was locked and no alarms had gone off, so I checked the outside area and couldn't find anything, so I took off and wrote it off as the wind or something.
Monday morning, at around three am, I was doing a round, and I went to check that same door. When I grabbed the handle to tug on it, I froze. I heard the whispering again, except this time I could make out "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" and then silence. The door was still secure, and once again no alarms had gone off. It was weird, but I thought maybe it was just air coming through the door when I tugged on it matched with an over active imagination from being isolated at night.
Except ealry this morning at about three am the same thing "Tomorrow and tomorrow," and then silence.
What should I do?
get some sleep
Tonight...
You.
Get ready to mace some ghost's ninny ass.
Ghosts are vagina-ys. All they do is whisper and flicker lights.
Challenge it to a Shakespeare off.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow is my personal piece for any audition, and iirc it's one of yours. Whatever it is probably will be outclassed by you and "play the Roman fool."
It's your imagination, though you tell yourself you don't believe in the superstition, you do believe it, even if you only believe it a little bit, though since you avoided saying it originally, it seems it's not too little. Anyway, you're freaking yourself out by slightly believing it, first night maybe was real wind, deep in your mind the thought "OH SHIT, AM I CURSED 'CAUSE I SAID MACBETH?!" probably occurred. Now your mind is playing with you, so you are hearing it again, and until you finally convince yourself that the superstition isn't real (and you have to actually do it, not just say you did it while the back of your head says "BUT WHAT IF IT'S REAL?! D=") and that ghosts aren't real, you will most likely hear it again.
Either that or someone is playing a prank on you.
If I were in your situation, every night, I'd get on the stage, and whisper "Macbeth," then convince myself nothing happened. Every night getting louder until I scare myself to death and eventually actually convince myself that it's a stupid superstition and isn't real.
i'd personally go for another quote rather that something from shakespeare
so i'd go and carry a wine glass with me and whenever i hear something i yell "WHAT IS A MAN" and throw it at where ever i heard it from
ghosts will be dumping some ectoplasm and will get the intercourse out of there
Fuck. Fuuuck. I just got a good chewing by my supervisor, who had to come out here at the buttcrack of dawn.
Last night I was doing my rounds again, and once again at three I went to check the door. As soon as I grabbed the handle, I heard someone whisper "tomorrow." Well, the door was locked, but you can still pull it open just enough to get a peek inside. I did and I saw something I dunno a shadow or something moving in there in the dark. I started jerking on the door trying to get it open and get whoever was inside. The vebue is supposed to be secure and empty at night. I couldn't get the door open but I heard the alarm go off. I kept trying for a few more minutes but finally gave up and ran around and checked the doors in adjacent buildings but they were all still locked too.
The facility supervisor got the alarm call and came out to see what was up and called my supervisor out as well. They did a sweep of the building and found nothing. Tjen the facility super watched the camera footage and said that no one is on camera for the night except for me. The footage shows me wildly jerking on the door and I guess I was the one that set off the alarm. They see no one else entering or leaving the building, and no other alarms were triggered.
The facility super locked everything back up and took off. My supervisor told me I looked like poop like I haven't slept for a couple of days and to go home and get some sleep.
He then told me I better fix my poop and not make him look like such an idiot. I just told him I heard something and saw something inside, nothing else about all this. He told me that this was the only post he had available for me and that if I intercourse ed up again I'd be done working for him.
But there was something in there. It doesn't matter if I've been sleeping or hearing whispers. I know what I saw. Something or somebody is intercourse ing with me.
I don't want to come back again tonight but I can't afford to lose this job and I think if I try to call in I will.
But there was something in there.
it was nothing more then your mind playing tricks on you
Possibly your shadow?
If you can see through it, it seems believable that you can make a shadow appear there.
There are a bunch of weird possibilities on what it could have been.
There also is a possibility that you have scarred yourself enough to have gone technically crazy and are hallucinating.
inb4 no one realizes that this will turn out to be a story other than me
Tongiht
The door handle is warm and the dooor is unlucked. I can hear people inside whispering and I have to go in its my job and I can't afford another intercourse up so I have to go in. Something is off way off because my first sets of patrols the door was locked and its cold as intercourse outside and there is no way that handle should be hot.
They keep whispering and eveb though I walked away from the door ican still hear them just as loud like they're right behind me over my shoulder but I can't make out the words.
I wrote a note to I dunno why but I wrote a note because I felt like I should tell somebody but I don't want to tell anybody if I don't have to What would theysay?
You writing a scary novel?
Without the scary?
Quote from: BOREDFANBOY on October 21, 2010, 04:47:31 AM
Tongiht
The door handle is warm and the dooor is unlucked. I can hear people inside whispering and I have to go in its my job and I can't afford another intercourse up so I have to go in. Something is off way off because my first sets of patrols the door was locked and its cold as intercourse outside and there is no way that handle should be hot.
They keep whispering and eveb though I walked away from the door ican still hear them just as loud like they're right behind me over my shoulder but I can't make out the words.
I wrote a note to I dunno why but I wrote a note because I felt like I should tell somebody but I don't want to tell anybody if I don't have to What would theysay?
You're just intercourse ing with us, right?
It's the phantom of the opera.
Quote from: SkyMyl on October 21, 2010, 12:51:48 PM
You're just intercourse ing with us, right?
I hope so.
Quote from: Mr. Badass. on October 21, 2010, 02:08:09 PM
It's the phantom of the opera.
Let's post songs from Phantom of the Opera.
Hello,
He told me not to give my name on here, so I'll just say I'm BOREDFANBOY'S wife. In the note they found, he told me to come on to this site and post for him.
I just read through his posts, hoping it would help us figure out what happened, but it doesn't help at all. I knew he hadn't been sleeping well, but I figured he was just getting used to a new schedule. I guess I should tell you what happened. I don't really know myself, though.
This morning when I came into work there were a lot of police cars at the theatre. I work at the same place he does security at, it means we can see eachother a little more often. I came in and one of the policeman stopped me and asked me my name. When I told him, he asked me to park and come speak with him. He started asking me a bunch of questions like "has your husband made any new friends recently" and "has he been behaving strangely." I told them that he had been tired and cranky lately, but it was because he hadn't been getting much sleep.
The policeman told me that he hadn't been at his usual spot when people started arriving for the day. People tried calling his cellphone, but no one could get an answer. One of the operations guys went ahead and started unlocking the venue when they found him. He was lying in the middle of the stage holding his stomach. The police say it looks like he was either stabbed or stabbed himself, but they were still looking for a knife. They took him to the closest hospital and tried to call me, but I don't usually answer the phone before I get to work.
The doctors say that he probably fainted due to blood loss from the wound, because the can't find a head wound or anything else like that. They say he should have woken up already, though. They're going to run some more tests tomorrow.
Before I left the theatre, though, the policeman gave me copies of two notes they found in his pocket. One of them was written by him, and it had some personal things that I'd rather not share. It also gave me directions to come on here and write what had happened. The other wasn't written by him, it wsa actually a poem or something like that. I think it might be the tomorrow thing he wrote about here.
"Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out, out brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more."
I don't know what it's supposed to mean or why he had it. Maybe you guys know. All I know is that I want him to get better and come back home. If you guys know anything besides what he wrote here, write it here. I need to know.
Thanks
All I can say is...goodness gracious. I hope he gets better.
Sounds like a good idea for a play.
yeah, that's a nice story
Holy poop...this is either Bored trolling us immensely, or this is completely legitimate. Knowing Bored, I'm going to assume the latter.
Here's praying he gets better soon.
Wait...wasn't Macbeth stabbed in the stomach?
I love that it omits lines of the great soliloquy.
What lines are those?
"Tis a tale told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
I think that about sums it up.
To the last syllable of recorded time
Quote from: BOREDFANBOY on October 22, 2010, 04:42:23 AM
What lines are those?
"Tis a tale told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
I think that about sums it up.
None of this was true after all, ze?
Oh come on guys, it was completely out of character from the first post. And I don't mean that in any offense to you, Bored. The story was great and I can see how it could possibly be believable to some. Except the wife part. People should have definitely realized it was a ruse after that. I really doubt that if something happened to you, the first thing on your mind would be this site (and your wife would immediately come onto this site after receiving your note while she was unsure whether you would be okay, but then again I don't know your wife). You do have a wife and kids, after all.
But yeah, a nice read. We should do more of these "is it real or is it fake" stories more often. And incorporate some real stories, too, to add to the guessing game.
Quote from: BOREDFANBOY on October 22, 2010, 04:42:23 AM
What lines are those?
"Tis a tale told by and idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
I think that about sums it up.
Did you omit that line to give a hint that your story was "a tale... signifying nothing"? If so, that makes this story even more win.
How could anyone believe it?
It was clear that it was rubbish.
Quote from: Mr. Badass. on October 22, 2010, 02:13:14 PM
How could anyone believe it?
It was clear that it was rubbish.
Gullibility.
Funny how no one showed their disbelief until
after it's almost confirmed fake.
I never really believed it, all I believed was that he was dumb enough to think something was haunting the place.
Why?
Quote from: Kaz on October 22, 2010, 02:26:17 PM
because this is NSFCD
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 22, 2010, 07:16:29 PM
Funny how no one showed their disbelief until after it's almost confirmed fake.
I never really believed it, all I believed was that he was dumb enough to think something was haunting the place.
Why?
Not showing disbelief does not mean that person believes it.
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 22, 2010, 07:16:29 PM
Funny how no one showed their disbelief until after it's almost confirmed fake.
I never really believed it, all I believed was that he was dumb enough to think something was haunting the place.
Why?
That's pretty good. Don't you have some whiny ninny or social reject forum you can go plague instead of being a constant annoyance here?
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 22, 2010, 07:16:29 PM
Funny how no one showed their disbelief until after it's almost confirmed fake.
I never really believed it, all I believed was that he was dumb enough to think something was haunting the place.
Why?
Quote from: TheDarkChief on October 20, 2010, 05:25:33 PM
inb4 no one realizes that this will turn out to be a story other than me
you're late about two pages
Quote from: BOREDFANBOY on October 22, 2010, 08:29:27 PM
That's pretty good. Don't you have some whiny ninny or social reject forum you can go plague instead of being a constant annoyance here?
What's the difference between a "social reject forum" and here?
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 22, 2010, 10:03:31 PM
What's the difference between a "social reject forum" and here?
a social reject forum doesn't have BFB
If I cared enough to look, about half of the users here on NSFCD basically admit to being social rejects, "I have no life, I have barely any friends, I never had a girlfriend, I'm at home all day, etc." (Obvious insult will likely happen here [except maybe now that I pointed it out]). And maybe half of the ones who haven't admitted it are indeed still social rejects. (Possibly here?)
But I guess that is overruled by the power of BFB.
inb4yes
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 23, 2010, 01:49:06 AM
If I cared enough to look, about half of the users here on NSFCD basically admit to being social rejects, "I have no life, I have barely any friends, I never had a girlfriend, I'm at home all day, etc." (Obvious insult will likely happen here [except maybe now that I pointed it out]). And maybe half of the ones who haven't admitted it are indeed still social rejects. (Possibly here?)
But I guess that is overruled by the power of BFB.
inb4yes
what are you talking about
are you trying to be witty again? man that didnt really work out well last time
and its obvious that like maybe half of the users here are social rejects seeing as its creator itself is a social reject since he keeps breaking everything, so jrdude you dont really need to care to look either, so just shut up you're not really that smart as you think you are
sorry just a pet peeve gotta point that out
I already know that I'm not very smart.
I seriously think a great load of this forum is literally retarded, no matter how many times I point out how stupid I am, or how smart I am not, people say that I think I'm smart.
Also, you make no sense in that post.
And it's not very witty to say "are you trying to be witty again?" every time I post something you think isn't funny.
Both of you can shut up.
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 23, 2010, 01:49:06 AM
If I cared enough to look, about half of the users here on NSFCD basically admit to being social rejects, "I have no life, I have barely any friends, I never had a girlfriend, I'm at home all day, etc." (Obvious insult will likely happen here [except maybe now that I pointed it out]). And maybe half of the ones who haven't admitted it are indeed still social rejects. (Possibly here?)
But I guess that is overruled by the power of BFB.
inb4yes
None of you emo faggots have anything on me, I won a god darned award for it here.
[USER WAS...PITIED FOR THIS POST...]
I'm not a social reject; society's a Neerb reject. ;)
Quote from: Mr. Badass. on October 24, 2010, 04:14:23 PM
None of you emo faggots have anything on me, I won a god darned award for it here.
[USER WAS...PITIED FOR THIS POST...]
Well that just made my day.
Also, Social Rejects are usually the cool kids. Either that or they're weird as hell. I can happily say 99.9% of those guys here fall under the cool kids category.
Better than some guy who keeps coming on here for nothing more than the stupid amusement of calling himself stupid so it seems that whenever he argues with someone, which he does a lot now, he is untouchable and never wrong.
By your logic, Bored was calling me either weird as hell or "one of the cool kids."
Also, I seem like I'm untouchable and never wrong? Awesome, I never knew that; I thought people always thought I was wrong and... "touchable" (not the best way to put it)
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 26, 2010, 11:37:21 PM
By your logic, Bored was calling me either weird as hell or "one of the cool kids."
Also, I seem like I'm untouchable and never wrong? Awesome, I never knew that; I thought people always thought I was wrong and... "touchable" (not the best way to put it)
You're a terrible troll Jr.
Thanks, especially since I'm not one.
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 27, 2010, 02:44:32 PM
Thanks, especially since I'm not one.
It seems to me, that you are trying to be.
Or you are just being a huge vagina cleaning devicebag because that is just you, in which case we have something in common ;)
It is just me, I am a huge vagina cleaning device. Around people I act nice and kind, but when I get more comfortable I become a vagina cleaning device and some end up hating my guts (not really), then eventually they realize I'm not a vagina cleaning device, just someone who jokes around a lot with douchy jokes.
Internet, I'm just a vagina cleaning device I guess.
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 27, 2010, 05:22:35 PM
It is just me, I am a huge vagina cleaning device. Around people I act nice and kind, but when I get more comfortable I become a vagina cleaning device and some end up hating my guts (not really), then eventually they realize I'm not a vagina cleaning device, just someone who jokes around a lot with douchy jokes.
Internet, I'm just a vagina cleaning device I guess.
Yeah, that's kind of what I said. But thanks for explaining it I guess.
I read that as basically
"No you're trying to be a troll, unless you're a vagina cleaning device like me, are you a vagina cleaning device?"
Quote from: JrDude 益 on October 28, 2010, 12:27:35 AM
I read that as basically
"No you're trying to be a troll, unless you're a vagina cleaning device like me, are you a vagina cleaning device?"
Reading? Like books?
Tsk what a fag
Quote from: Neerb on October 24, 2010, 04:34:23 PM
I'm not a social reject; society's a Neerb reject. ;)
I didn't know you were a solipsist.
Not necessarily; I think a better term would be "pseudo-hermit."
I like pie.