Trying to sleep

>>laptop keeps WHIIRRRRRRing every minutes
Just turn it off you dummy

>ye olde 2012
>attend college
>college was far
>had to rent out a room with another dude
>said person is into /x/ shit and was said to be put through college bc their christian parents hated their way of handling religion
>autistic fucker
>autistic myself, so i got along a bit with them
>lets call the dude alex
>alex talked about lucid dreams all the time
>showed me full blown e-novels of lucid dreams they had, drew rough pictures as well
>the dreams look rpg based most of the time
>they played rpgs, so nothing really wrong with alex besides the fact they remember their own dreams more than usual

>one summer morning
>alex slept in
>looks in pain when they were sleeping
>try to wake them up
>not budging
>whack him with one of his sketchbooks, whispering "power of the gods compel you"
>unresponsive other than their face twisting in agony
>okay.png
>left them for class
>>during breaks inbetween classes
>found alex in a balcony drawing some weird shit
>its some dude getting walled in by a room
>alex looked cheery, for someone who slept bad
>asked alex what happened earlier
>"dude i think i made a friend"
>what
>i ask alex what he meant by that
>"i think i had a visitor in my dream, he followed me out"
>out where?
>"here! he's out with us here"

>look around, see nothing
>ask again about what happened in the dream
>"i was getting walled in like this guy in the sketch"
>he taps to the sketchbook
>"and then as the walls stopped, i felt my shoulders being pressed down"
>"i wasnt getting walled in by anything anymore, i heard a voice that told me i should've gotten myself in a better situation. then it laughed."
>"i think i woke up after he laughed. i felt something hit me but i couldn't move my eyes open or anything. then i felt my shoulders grabbed back and i could suddenly see and move again"
>alex then starts to describe that he walked around a dream version of our room and says he saw who the voice belonged to
>the guy was apparently a bald weirdo with fangs and pointy ears
>the baldy said as long as alex manages to keep hold of his surroundings, he wouldnt have a dream like that again
>alex said nothing bad happened after that, but he said he keeps hearing the baldy's voice after he woke up
>start to regret hitting him with his sketchbook

>classes start again, so try to get to
alex's predicament out of my head while studying
>the following days were fairly normal
>kept joking around with alex saying he still talks to the baldy
>didnt realize that for him, he really was talking to it
>start to wonder if it is a demon
>one day
>using laptop, doing homework while talking to alex
>alex remarks that baldy kept him in line by giving him reminders
>i ask this
>"does baldy remind you youre a faggot for talking about him all the time?"
>laptop suddenly freezes
>alex retorts that baldy didnt like what i said
>he goes quiet for a while and retreats to his side of the room
>laptop had unsaved homework
>curse baldy for making me waste half of my day on redoing everything

there are no ghost, those are the shadow people trying to fuck with you man.

>cuddle with tulpa last night
what the fuck man

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>implying you wouldn't cuddle your tulpa if your mental powers were strong enough

>after that incident, start rifling through alex's stuff
>find a shitton of matches and candles
>find a sigil drawn onto a piece of paper
>moments after finding sigil, find several more smaller ones hidden behind furniture and in between his stuff
>look through sketchbooks
>see baldys stupid fanged smile plastered through some pages
>in one page, alex wrote that hes been feeling less depressed because he talked with baldy all the time
>noticed in the past week he talked less to me
>feel stupid for feeling threatened that some imaginary cueball is stealing my friend's attention
>realize that alex might have some more screws loose than usual
>hatch plan to divert his attention from baldy

you're schizo, seek help with a psych

iirc you can easily fuck things up if you don't create your tulpa properly.

not worth the risk if you ask me.

>read up online that a change of diet could help with schizophrenic symptoms
>do my best to start changing our snacks and keep offering them to alex
>eventually take on cooking and try to keep alex from eating garbage that makes him worse
>he stops talking to me about baldy at this time period
>feel triumphant
>didnt realize at this point, alex caught on to my move
>but he misread my intentions
>"hey user, i know youre trying to hide it, but i don't roll that way"
>start glaring at him and ask what he meant
>"baldy told me. he knows youre gay and he wants me to accept you for who you are"
>MOTHERFUCKING HELL
>try to calmly explain that i only cook and buy healthy crap just so he stops acting so autistic
>later that night, while he sleeps
>find alex's sketchbook and tear a picture of baldy into pieces
>find out in the same hour, we have a blackout
>it lasted for the next 16 hours

this seems like it isn't gonna end well for alex...

>trying to sleep
>summer night
>window ac unit is on
>throughout the week notice the side panel get more fucked up by the day
>theres gaps in the window because panels dont fit perfectly anymore
>the folding part in between the sliding frames is unattached and cant attach it anymore
>getting ready to sleep
>lights and tv off
>only thing running is the ac
>trying sleep
>all of a sudden her light rattling and scuffling from ac
>try not breath or move
>eyes locked on the unit
>see my panels start to move
>street lights are seeping through
>see a silhouette of a figure
>"no way ! Dont tell me mice are the reason ac is fucked up
>see a cloud of smoke reflect off the light
>oder enters nostril
>thats a familar smell
>another cloud
>get up really quick toward ac
>see someone running
>realize what the smell is
>its crack
>mfw the fucking druggie spic across the street has been blowing crack smoke into my window all week to get me hooked on drugs so he can try and support his habit when i want to score some but have to go through him because no crack connect so i have to serve him some for getting it
>ill kill this motherfucker
>mfw i cant believe how much of a shit bag someone really has to be to do something like this
>realize that crackwhores hang outside my street too doing same shit
>at least theyll suck my dick for buying it
>new year
>spending a good 4-500 for an indoor ac with exaust vent that is metal and fits my window perfectly so this fucking beaner cant rip it apart
>also buy myself a kendra lust fleshlight so no need for hookers either
>not this year cocksuckas

>talked to alex less during these next few months
>he eventually stops accepting the food i cook
>try to sneak in glances at his dream journal when he isnt looking
>way more mentions of baldy
>mostly nightmares written down of him
>look for sigils, find they periodically get moved around the room
>melted candles and burnt up matchsticks show up in the trash
>not good
>try to talk to him when he gets back from class
>"hey alex, been a while since we last talked"
>he looked even more tired than usual
>lost weight from buying and eating mostly junk food
>he glances at me and for a second looks like he'd ignore me
>then i hear him croak out "it sucks"
>i dive in
>"its baldy, right?"
>"yeah. that guys not letting me sleep."
>i asked why
>"hes everywhere in my dreams. even the ones i try to craft for myself. i try to keep him out of it and he finds me."
>"hes killing me every time, user. i think he really is killing me"
>i handed him a mirror, replying with "no shit, man"
>"he can hear us you know. i'm scared"

>>lost weight from buying and eating mostly junk food
Oh boy i wish it worked that way.

>i ask him what made baldy stay for so long
>dont believe for a second that it was really a demon
>still want to give alex a peace of mind
>"i offered baldy my hair and blood"
>what
>alex said he told baldy he wouldnt believe he was real
>then baldy asked to offer him something "of substance" and make him believe
>like the dumbass alex was, he gave something that belonged to his body
>alex goes on to explain the reason baldy's wreaking so much havoc is because he believes alex is his property
>at a loss for words, ask if i could help
>he says he doesnt know what i could do to help
>try to come up with a plan that doesnt just involve food
>i have to make alex believe that hes not hearing baldy or seeing him anymore
the fucker would eat like two small packs of oreos and call it lunch. he didn't eat breakfast and would eat one small pack of chips as dinner. he was a twig at that point.

Damit user continue the story

Post more asshole, /x/ is shit right now.

>next day was a day off from school for both of us
>wake up earlier than alex, who was sleeping in like a buttface
>google up any sort of ritual that might fool alex into thinking baldy has gone away
>remember that im a brokeass college student and the most basic of rituals is all i can do
>settle for a bowl of water with some rosemary
>take some of alex's candles and burn them
>bowl is on table near alex's part of the room
>alex has woken up, goes to the bathroom like usual and once he comes out, sees the weird rosemary bowl
>"the fuck are you doing user?"
>i tell him straight that i'm not letting a bitchy demon take my friend
>"alex, i need you to stay calm. you need to hold your breath too, so i can catch the demon offguard. i don't know if this will work, but i need your full cooperation."
>"okay?"
>he stands still at the doorway
>"alex, you have to come closer to the table"
>"why?"
>"just do it"
>he inches closer and stands still once again
>alex is a shrimp compared to me, so it was easy for me to hatch up my next step in the plan
>i dunked his face into the bowl of water

>alex's first instinct to this was to squirm out of my hand, tracking water all over the table
>i screamed out "no", and grabbed the back of his head again and dunked his face in further than the first time
>this time he stopped squirming and started groaning
>i took this as a sign of cooperation
>"this is for your own good alex, if the demon senses you might die, he might leave"
>i hold his face further in for the next 5 seconds
>"alex, if you can't take it anymore, i'll let you go. don't breathe in the water"
>10 seconds later, alex taps his hand out as a sign
>i let go and watch as alex exhales and coughs out water
>realize this looks like attempted murder
>oh fuck i am going to jail
>look into alex's face
>"bro, i'm okay. don't worry about me"
>ask if he still hears baldy
>"well, not yet..."
>yes!
>"but we need to see if he's going to come back in my dreams. he was just there last night"
>fuck

Still lurks for story,pls continue

>bald
>fangs
>mfw baldy is a dinosaur

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>a few minutes go on as i clean the table of the candles and bowl
>ask alex while i cleaned
>"alex, you're not mad?"
>he shook his head and looked into the bowl
>"we need to get rid of all this. i mean, if baldy's realized that i'm alive... i don't know. i just hope this works"
>we both wait a while for the candles to burn down
>buried the bowl and candles outside in a park
>notice rosemary flecks on alex's hair
>try not to point it out in case he thinks its a good omen
>apparently rosemary is good for warding off spirits, so i was hoping thats enough for him to believe he's safe
>later that night
>alex tells me he's been feeling better the whole day
>tell him that's good and say if he ever needs help again, i'll be there
>lights off, head off to sleep

>kept tossing and turning in my sleep
>weather was cool at night, but for some reason i was sweating buckets
>at some point, wake up and see the shadow of a person head straight from the foot of my bed to my side
>feel awful when the shadow walked towards me
>i spotted pointy ears on the shadow from what little light there was in the room
>motherfucker

>i drift off to sleep after what seemed like 6 hours
>the darkness segued into what looks like a park full of dead trees
>it looked like the same park where alex and i went to, but everything else was rotting
>sitting at that very spot where we buried the bowl and candles was the asshole that kept haunting alex
>however, unlike the smug smiles alex drew him with, he wore a frown
>he did not move
>neither did i
>i was too afraid to move
>here in flesh, i saw that the demon was taller and looked much stronger than i was
>for a few seconds, nothing happened
>then i felt a pressure on my shoulders, beckoning me to hunch down
>then i felt a pain in the back of my knees, catching me offguard and making me lose my footing
>i was fully on the ground when the demon turned and walked toward me
>fuck
>he didn't change expression until he looked me square in the eyes, his face inches from my own
>i saw the very same mocking smile that haunted me the past few months, plastered onto his face
>then followed by that, a voice that shook through every bone in my body
>"you look so surprised, user. did you think you were safe at all?"

>sets alarm for 10am
>ring ring, snooze. ring, snooze. ring ring, deactivate alarm.
>12pm, knock knock knock. Half asleep. Knock knock knock. Fucking huh? Knock knock knock knock
>finally look out window. fucking pest at the door holding some bullshit.
Pretty sure it was some political advertising faggot wasting peoples time doing the most worthless job in town that day, because there were political papers on the counter inside saying "sorry we missed you!". On the other hand, thanks for the wake up call to that obnoxious faggot knocking on doors when everyone is at work and leaving shit in their mailboxes or whatever.

Several possibilities
>you were falling asleep, so your body was switching over to focus on imaginary stimulation more
>your focus improved so you got better at imagining the sensation
>mix of both
Or you were already dreaming without realizing it. False awakening can be really trippy.

ahhhh, I get that way when I am at the peak of my life's insanity

I don't envy that position

>the demon grin widened as he picked me up from the nape of my neck
>it felt like a couple of blades slicing through my skin. the touch burned and charred right through my skin and seared right into my bone
>i couldn't scream
>i couldn't move
>"how arrogant are you to think you wouldn't be visited?"
>he lifted his face up, then looks over to the burial spot
>"ah, i know what to do. you could pay for this. then your friend will be spared.
>"this will hurt you as much as it hurt me"
>i felt my face sink into the mud that caked the ground of the park
>i could feel dirt and worms squirm against my face
>i felt bugs crawl into every orifice in my face
>parasites wriggled into the pores of my skin and ate through the flesh i had in my face
>as my face was pushed further in, the roots of dead trees impaled my eyes
>i felt the ground swallow me up
>all while hearing the muffled laughter of the demon
>as i reached the core of the earth, i was cooked alive
>everything was dark again
>i grew numb as i woke up
>alex was awake, staring from his side of the room
>"hey user, are you okay?"

>every muscle in my body was sore from what little sleep i got
>but i understood what had to be done
>"alex, we need to get rid of your sketchbooks and shit"
>"wait what"
>i grabbed his bags and ran my fingers through the books, only to be stopped
>"user, why?"
>"because of baldy? he went into my dreams and buried me alive. shit's serious"
>"ah"
>silence
>alex mutters "is that why he wasn't there this time?" and takes out the sketchbooks
>we call in sick for college and decide it was time to prune everything of the bald demon
>e v e r y t h i n g

>sigils and candles were the very obvious things to throw out
>but his sketchbooks were a mess
>i didn't think he would mix up drawing characters of his and the demon in one page
>sometimes his sketches overlapped and made it impossible to tear up the demon part
>"alex. alex, is this okay with you?"
>silence
>alex replies "i mean, if i had to choose between my sanity and a few lines of oil and graphite in sheets of paper...."
>he threw the sketchbooks all out without hesitation
>"fuck it, i'm going digital anyway"
>we turned to the computer and deleted all traces of the demon-related entries
>even overwriting free space so there was no way to retrace the file back to its original form
>as we deleted the last remnants of the files, i tied up the garbage bag we threw the stuff in
>we were done

>or so i thought
>i had forgotten about the matchsticks that were used to light the candles with
>alex at the last minute, remembered and threw them back into the bag
>just as i was about to retie the bag, i find him taking out a large, decorative button with a metal lace looped into the holes
>"alex what the fuck is that"
>alex looks at me, then back at the button
>"it's something i was saving for a summoning... i had it before i moved. i thought there was going to be some good out of this but... yeah"
>he dejectedly throws the button in
>no wonder his parents sent him here with me

>we rode out to the open fields near a busy highway
>opened car door
>threw the bag with everything inside into the highway
>hightail it in case some cops saw us
>no dreams or voices from baldy ever since
2012 was a year i'd rather forget, but it was nice to get to tell it all to you. feels like a weight off my back.

Great stuff, thanks for finishing your story user

no problem dude
it's possible. i haven't been sleeping well last week and i've been adjusting to sleeping earlier this time. maybe a change in temperature?
i freaked out because i kept hearing that dumbass demon always pushed down alex's shoulders for some reason.
baldys a punkass bitch demon that looks like a shitty bald elf thats ripped for some goddamned reason
this is very true
i tried to make one that helped me with chemistry homework once and all it did was give me dreams with numbers and formulas
weird shit
self-induced psychosis is not the same as schizophrenia

This guy gets it
If I have the human equivalent of a teddy bear I'd cuddle the shit out of it

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>dude theres a demon haunting my friend
>better think of a solution
>.
>.
>drown him
>nailed it

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>>"baldy told me. he knows youre gay and he wants me to accept you for who you are"
>baldys a punkass bitch demon that looks like a shitty bald elf thats ripped for some goddamned reason
>alex hung out with this for months
user I think he might be a faggot

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Isn't what user did something more like baptism? Just a bit more fucked up than the regular kind?

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Never mind the bald demon, tell us about the chemistry tulpa
Was it sentient? Did it have a personality?
Were there more tulpas like this?

>*WHIRRRRRRRRR*
>OH NO NOT AGAIN I JUST WANT MY SLEEP NOOOOOOO

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nah dude it was straight up drowning
didn't you read the greentexts?
i programmed the chem tulpa to only recite chem formulas, but it absorbed some parts of my css class and started mixing up everything
it eventually did get a personality, it was like an overbearing parent that swears its doing the right thing for me
i had to kill it just so i don't fuck up my tests on accident
i had a tulpa that recited history. that one was cooler than the chem tulpa, helped me out of being unfocused and made weird songs about history so i could revise stuff properly

hello what is the best resource for a starting tulpamancer with 0 experience such as myself? thank you oh wise one

both of these golden posts are relatable and extremely funny thank you for staving off suicide for me another day comedian anons

>be me
>be 16 living in two story apartment with my family
>everytime my family leaves this weird tension floats in the air
>eventually it starts up again
>sounds like someone running up and down the fucking stairs
>this is all after i see someone out of the peripherals in our kitchen reaching for the cupboard
>this is all after my mom locked herself in her room and someone was violently banging on the door
>this is all after she saw a woman with long black hair in the house
>i have to check again, as silently as possible for the 15th time in a row, being as silent as possible, tiptoeing to the stair case around the wall, to make sure it's not the cats
>i turn around the corner
>and look at the stairs
>surprise, no cats to be found
>just like there never is
>i go back to the living room
>sure enough the sounds start up again
>this usually goes on for about 5 - 10 minutes each time
>just this constant noise of someone running up and down the stairs
>it's just the cat's though... right?
>BANG... BANG... BANG!!!
>whole wall the stairs is attached to is shaking
>fuck no
>run to front door
>open the door
>dad's standing there, just about to knock
>those sounds never ever happen again

Can this be a robot's tell their personal ghost stories thread?

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>Can this be a robot's tell their personal ghost stories thread?
sure, nobody's stopping anyone here
try tulpa.info , i have been making tulpas long before there were online guides for making one, this site has some fairly solid advice for tulpamancing
there's also tulpa.io, but i haven't looked too hard into it. you can compare notes and see how well the methods work for you

i figured
i called him a faggot several times but he was not very phased by the name-calling

>The Virgin Alex
>The Chad user

I started hearing the voices when I'm going to sleep after they lowered my antipsychotics. I never heard voices before, only after I got on schizo meds and had them lowered. Fuck having your brain permanently damaged by drugs. I wish I could sue somebody.

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>i dunked his face into the bowl of water

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This is me. I only started hearing voices, opera singing, and a phantom radio after medication. I also got bitch tits when I was put on Risperdal during puberty. Sure is fun to be a feminine zombie, sleeping and eating and losing years just because "maybe you have bipolar disorder". Fuck that, I was 11 years old when I was diagnosed and I definitely have depression but I've never been manic.

I also hallucinate when it's pitch black. If there's any light at all, I can sleep normally (except for the sounds), but if it's totally dark, I CANNOT sleep well. The prisoner's fireworks start appearing and I lay there watching colorful patterns slowly morph into people and places and enter a waking dream.

https:\\discordapp.com\invite\8qeq9Xn

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discord
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/schizo/ server, come join lads

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But isn't the point of creating a Tulpa to actually give it enough energy so that it can become semi-real? So isn't that a success? Unless of course it's just another faggot demon.

LARP faggots pls fuck off my board
FUCKI G SICK OF YOU DUMBFUCK NORMIES
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Seethe more faggo.