And, I remember thinking it’s late and I’m tired and I think I’ll go to bed after I just get this little bit right.
In my old halls of residence the whole basement was a practice room suite. There were about 16 rooms, and about 7 of them didn't have windows. We were allowed to practice between 9am-11pm in the ones facing peoples rooms and the others were 24hours. They got no sunlight and smelt very strange....especially the ones which didn't have windows! Once I was unprepared for a piano lesson or something and stayed up all night practicing. At about 4am I was the only person down there, practicing the last movement of Beethoven Les Adiuex sonata. It was always kind of spooky fown there, and there were many rumours going around about what the building was before it was halls of residence. I wasn't really paying attention to anything other than my practice when suddenly the lights outside the room went off. I nearly died, and completly froze (you can always hear the door open to the basement if someone enters, and this time it was silence). I went out to see if there was anyone there, and there wasn't. I turned the light back on again, and started practicing again....10 minutes later I swear someone looked into my room! I jumped out of my seat and ran to the door and looked up and down the corridor and nobody was there. I checked all the rooms and nobody was around....there was an awful feeling in the basement as well...I was really spooked. I ran and grabbed my music and fled to my room and spent the night with my headphones practicing on the clavinova! The creepy thing was that when I told people about this a few of them had had similar experiences!
That has heppened to me and i guess it is tiredness that allows the mind to imagine things.I was climbing down Ben Nevis a fews years back in a snowstorm and i was knackered. I was sure someone was behind me as i kept hearing footsteps, but when i stopped the, footsteps stopped as well.Once i was certain i was making love to Pamela Anderson. Then i woke up and discovered i had ripped all the clothes off my teddybear.Thal
I played in a church by myself at night and was certain I heard something whistle while I was playing. When I stopped playing the whistling stopped. I don't think it is any ghost or dead person spirit because I don't believe in that rubbish, there is always some simple reason behind it all.I scare the hell out of visitors to my house sometimes by opening and closing the front bedroom door because as you do that it causes air pressure through the house and makes the living room glass sliding door shake like mad Some people have actually ran out of the house!I constantly feel a presence around me when I play in that Anglican Church and I am all alone. It feels like there is something in the room with you. It doesn't disturb me because it is psychosomatic, it can never harm you.
Once i was certain i was making love to Pamela Anderson. Then i woke up and discovered i had ripped all the clothes off my teddybear.Thal
One night, at about 1 AM, I was practicing through the Liszt transcription of Saint-Saens' Danse Macabre on my electric piano, which is right in front of a wall. On that wall is a poster which is reflective enough to see the room behind me. My door was closed, and I was the only one in there, but I could swear something walked across the room. I'm getting creeped out just thinking about it!
There are spirits that walk around but you don't see them though.
Why, why, why do these strange happenings seem to happen at night or early morning I wonder.
Once when i was practicing the second movement of beethovens moonlight sonata...All of a sudden I heard a cat howl and then the doorbell rang...so i went to the door to answer it..but noone was there...so i started to yell at my brother for playing a trick on me...but he swore he didnt ring it...so i had him stand by the piano while i continued...we heard the doorbell ring again and then we heard someone with a soft...ghostly vioce say something...it scared me to death...then my piano bench all of a sudden fell over...my brother didnt push it..and there wasnt an earthquake...but then...we heard footsteps...outside coming near...but when we looked there was noone there and the footsteps stopped....i dont know whats happening!!!! and btw happy easter to all christians!!!!
When the body is tired and the mind relaxed you will be more likely to experience such events.
I don't think the day is important, as Christians cannot even agree what Sunday is Easter Sunday.
If you are worried, i would be inclined to ask your local priest for advice. That will put your mind at rest as well as the spirit who is probably trying to tell you he likes your playing.
My Aunt was worried when she kept hearing footsteps running up and down the stairs and ringing the doorbell. She had the house "blessed" and it stopped happening.
I don't believe in ghosts at all and think they're figments of the imagination. However, I have scared myself many times and if someone asked me to go sit in a dark scary house alone at night I would never do it. In actuality, I cannot imagine a place darker and scarier than the human mind, and I never underestimate it's power to trick and scare us.
Cats don't howl, and it was probably a neighbor.
Man, this gives me the jitters!!!
Sometimes somebody plays on my piano in the night. Of course it's in my dreams, but it sounds so real and I always wake up
Sometimes if I'm the only person home at night, I'll run through the stuff I'm practicing a few times. If I'm getting sick of practicing, idk why but I'll try to purposely play something that sounds 'spooky'. There's a massive window spanning nearly the entire wall behind my piano in the sunroom, and there's a forest right outside; most of the time I'll just walk away from the piano when I'm pretty much trying to scare myself by playing freaky stuff. I don't actually see or hear anything supernatural, it's just the perfect atmosphere from a typical horror scene, and it'll get to me
Strange, I've been into music for 35 years and I cannot recall one dream about music or playing music. I guess I must have had them over the years but I just don't recall any. I guess you would only remember the bad ones anyway.
I was practicing a slow piece of Beethoven the other night and it was very late (almost morning). And, I remember thinking it’s late and I’m tired and I think I’ll go to bed after I just get this little bit right. Just at that point as my mind was wondering off to bed and I was still happily playing away, I felt as if somebody was standing behind me. However, at my lodgings this would be almost impossible. It scared the bejesus out of me.This happens to me not a lot, but sometimes… I wish it wouldn’t happen.Anybody else have this problem?
I sometimes have nightmares of how I'm in houses or stores with several pianos and there's always something wrong or new to the ways the keys are organized and I can never manage to play them. Sometimes I'm naked as well. The meaning of the dreams are so obvious so I can't do anything but to laugh at them. A friend of mine once dreamed that he had 1 hour to live in which he had to complete Sviatoslav Richters unfinished symphony. If he managed to complete it his life would be spared, but he was reasoning with himself that it wasn't really worth it since it would ruin the piece so he chose death instead. Hilarious dream.
The 'ghosts' are real, and never speak that you're not believe in it in Bali, or something bad will happen to you... Even you're not believe in it you mustn't tell it to anybody... (many places in Java are spooky too...)Well? Me and Cai once playing piano in the music room in my school and I heard something while Cai's playing. But when Cai stopped her playing, it stopped. I asked Cai did she hear that sound, but she said she didn't hear it. But oh well, I'm so tired in that day.. Maybe just my imagination. My school is an old building from a century ago, and... not only one or two person here have counter 'them'... he =3. I've once dreamed that I've been chased by Beethoven's Ghost
I once had a dream where I sat down to play a piece in front of an audience in Carnegie Hall, and forgot the whole piece right before I began.
Even more horrific, I once had a dream of playing a Steinway, but it had the touch and feel of a Yamaha. Horrific!
I'll dream music from time to time. Dream music is amazing, probably because there're no filters when we're in the land of nod - it's some sort of idealistic purity.In one dream I was in a basement, friends were all around partying, having fun, causing chaos... Alfred Brendel comes walking down and plays some stunning Liszt on the walls (there's never a piano around when ya need one!), everyone's amazed. I've never thought to play piano on a wall so I gave it a shot, and to my surprise I did very well, until I started thinking about it and it all fell apart. Brendel tells me to keep practicing, then goes upstairs with everyone else to party in the kitchen.I stayed downstairs practicing on the wall until dinosaurs came rampaging through a time portal. Sid was upset that dinosaurs were making a mess of her house so I went after 'em with grenades. Brendel must have left, can't be fighting dinosaurs at his age.
Maybe it was Beethoven.
Topic: A bit spooky 