When delusions become real

I know, I know, heard it too many times,
“No one else is in this house”
“You just think you hear footsteps, but there is no one there”

Sure sure, right.
I can ‘feel’ the footsteps, my monitor is shaking to the same vibrations as the “footsteps”, the coffee in my cup dances around as well to the same beat.

It’s a single family home, only other live body is sleeping in front of me.
Is it real or fantasy?

…how can I tell?

It is an earthquake???

It is California…could be, but doubt it would last this long.

Feels like someone- a decent sized person- is walking up and down the hallway, or in the next room, the floors are all hardwood, if you have them, you now the distinct vibration of another bi-pedal gait in the inside.

I even punched a half dollar sized peep hole in the wall (a few months ago, covered it with a sticky paper to hide) to see if I can “catch” the critters.

Are you wake or sleep?

A car exhaust with a deep timbre? An 18" sub-woofer pulsing away in the boot of a van passing by? A neighbour jumping up and down in anger? Can’t really see a lot of what could be to blame. If there’s no one moving around in the your house then it wasn’t the footsteps of someone in your house. You’d have heard evidence of them leaving. Elimination process :slight_smile:

they become real because they are

Sorry for the delay, tax day is too soon for me.

Always awake when hearing/feeling these “Footsteps”…this has plagued me for at least ? 8 years now, and I’m no closer to catching the foot owners than before.

I’m not the only one in the house who experiences this noise, and it’s driving him up the lemon tree too-really.

@Polymorphed,

There is someone/thing moving around in or around my house, and it has a distinct bi-pedal gait + enough mass to cause objects in my view to move enough to match the vibration.

Can’t imagine why anyone would want to be here in the first place, unless it’s to return the things they swiped in their 2-3 year cycle…maybe they aren’t “real” people, but someone is going through a lot of trouble to make me think they are.

I wish i could believe that i was alone and not being messed with.

But i was tazed once, and burned, and one bent my spine back till i had trouble breathing, and im pretty sure that strange infected cut i woke up with wasn’t nothing.

They do other things to. Ill get up and it’s 6:16 again, that has happened for years.

Alien shows up on halloween and i begin having strange “symptoms” that oddly resemble what they used to call possession. With levitations? Interesting disease id say.

I was ■■■■! Im just gonna get murdered? Damn.

I think somewhere near your house is some kind of large machinery or something causing the vibrations. I wish you would get on meds, @Csummers i think you wouldn’t feel as afraid as you are if you did.

Go and look. Look everywhere. Look two or three times if you have to. Look in, around and under things… That’s what I do. And, assuming you don’t find anyone, then you know and can remind yourself that there’s no one. Or look for them every time.

I don’t want to look anymore, I’m so tired of looking, I want to believe no one else has been in here, really I do.
I’m not afraid of them in the least, and meds never stopped the footsteps,no mater which one I tried.
The footprints on the floors that don’t match mine or his are why I keep being bothered by this all.
That and the disappearing/reappearing & broken/fixed again items let me know it’s more than just me thinking.

Let it go, @Csummers. Live your own life.

Live my own life?
With unwanted, uninvited crap I can’t control in my own house?
Don’t you think I’ve done just about all I’m able to let go?
This garbage just keeps returning, literally, how many times can I ditch something that won’t die?

…and let me guess, this is just another repeat of 1997 where all my so called delusions kept getting me stuck in a hospital,
with everyone blaming me for my situation despite my very loud protesting, took 5 long years to finally find the proof that it was intentional, and not me.

The light just went on this year for my mom, and I thought all the while I explained it right, so no surprise no one else canunderstand.

I apologize, @Csummers. My words let you recall bad past. I didn’t think carefully.

No, Sorry, I feel I’m the one who owes you an apology for being a crabby brat.

For what it’s worth: once, when I was under the delusion that I was the beneficiary of stigmata, I scratched myself so deeply (with my bassist “fingernails”) that I still have the scars. I did not feel any pain when I did it. I thought I was massaging my forearms and then as I lifted my hand - “omg stigmata is happening here too”. I did not feel any pain at the time or even afterwards. When a GP finally saw me it was from the other side of those 6" security door’s they call “psychiatric ward entrance”.

The moral of the story is that the brain is capable of some pretty amazing ■■■■ when it wants to maintain the particulars of its screenplay.

Don’t let it get to that point, mate. I’m lucky I didn’t dig a hole to China through my shin too. Just lucky to have a wife who made the right judgement call and got on the phone to the hospital - even when she herself wasn’t far off needing to be on the other side of those doors.

If they are delusions they are not real. If it’s real than it’s not a delusion. If it’s a delusion than it just seems real but it’s not.

Captain obvious here.

flies away

Missed this remark. My father thinks my problems are just the sum of a negative attitude and not enough faith in (his) god. See the link to the theme of my delusion?

Having family invalidate your struggle can really mess you up. It’s a good thing we have forums like this nowadays :slight_smile:

Yeah,
I understand it’s rational to say it’s only a delusion, but that’s because you’ve not stayed here in this house before.
Not many people have stayed beyond a night or two before they get into such a ? scared ? state that they run out the door visibly upset leaving all their things to be picked up later.

One friend stayed the night only to disappear by the early morning, he returned in the afternoon telling me he was so scared of the things he could see and hear that he spent the night on the bathroom floor under a blanket.
Only when the sun came up and it was light enough to see did he make a mad dash out the door and ran all the way home.

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Csummers - I do not want you to feel that my intention was to take any of the reality of your struggle away from you. I referred to my own experiences as delusions. Your perception is your business. :slight_smile:

Ultimately, empathy is a thing that has only really caught up with me in later life … so I hyper-compensate lol I just want you to feel safe, mate.