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Ghost in Acapulco.
From: hidois
| Posted: 10/28/2004 2:31:47 PM | Message
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This is truly sad, I mean, this has been going
since the beginning of October, and it couldn't have fit a better
month, what with it almost Halloween, I feel this is a fitting end,
It's been the best topic I seen on gamefaq's so far, and I wonder if
it's going to be the best one ever, who knows?
It should end on Halloween, don't you think?
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"You know what's really funny? when the world ends, I'll be the only one left laughing."
It should end on Halloween, don't you think?
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"You know what's really funny? when the world ends, I'll be the only one left laughing."
From: SetoKaibaFan
| Posted: 10/28/2004 7:16:14 PM | Message
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Mom was called to school..uhoh
@_@
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Blahblah ;x
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Blahblah ;x
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/28/2004 9:13:04 PM | Message
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I'll look for some good Halloween stuff :) maybe
I'll even have my own stories to relate. But for now, heres a story
and a photo.
Pasty cowboy patron of the bar, or ghostly cowboy patron of the bar?
http://img71.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img71&image=gunfighters_ghost_lg.jpg
And . . .
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No one is listening until you fart.
Pasty cowboy patron of the bar, or ghostly cowboy patron of the bar?
http://img71.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img71&image=gunfighters_ghost_lg.jpg
And . . .
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No one is listening until you fart.
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/28/2004 9:13:34 PM | Message
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Brother's Violent Ghost
by Gina
My brother (we'll call "K") died a few years ago in a state penitentiary. He was in for manslaughter and was also a skinhead associated with the skins of Oregon. He was not a good boy, to put it mildly.
This story is a little involved so I'll just explain a few things first. He was doing a seven-year sentence when his girlfriend, the mother of his child, was busted for drug possession and her six-year-old son was caught in the crossfire in other words, going to be awarded to the state so I stepped in and took custody of my nephew (he's a great kid and a smart one, too). I had three of my own already and one more wasn't all that much trouble.
We lived in a townhouse group of condos and it was the four kids my husband, and I and we did the best we could on his salary as an electrician (non-union at the time).
Every other Sunday I'd take him up to go see his mom in prison, and we'd stay for a while and then we'd go home, but I absolutely did not want to take him to see his dad, my brother, especially as mixed up in violent stuff as he was I didn't feel it was right to expose a six-year-old child to that whole scene. His mother only took him up there once and no other time to my knowledge, but I'd let him talk to his dad on the phone and that was it. Then I'd get on the line with my brother and he'd get on my case about not taking him up to see him. I'd put my foot down and tell him point blank to clean up his (blank) and stop being such a violent derelict. He would get all pissy and I'd tell him to call next week, but NO, I was not going to take him up there to the men's prison.
About seven month's passed and I got a call from the state that my brother had been stabbed and was in very critical condition. He was being held in an infirmary up there and we could come to visit, but he was unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. This was just hours after it had happened and it sounded like last rites, for the most part.
My husband and I went up there, leaving the kids with our other sister. When we got there, he had already died. I called his girlfriend and she was pained, but somehow expected it as strangely did I.
We went home and made funeral arrangements, and four days later attended his funeral with all our family.
Three weeks later, strange things started to happen. We had a dog named Skeet who has a terrier. One night while watching TV, he started to bark wildly and growl at the front door. He wasn't a quiet dog by any means, but this dog was upset, and when I got to where he was, the dog's back end was flipped up and over and the dog began to vomit up blood and sputum like he was choking. Then, just as if the dog was kicked, he was flung across the hardwood floor over to the far wall. I strangely knew this was my brother doing this. I rushed to the dog and felt a gust of cold rush through me.
I was freaked out and grabbed up the dog and ran into the living room and over to where a couple of the kids were playing. I just sat there, daring not saying anything to the kids about this.
Later that night as I was going to bed, three police cruisers pulled up to the neighbor's house. With gumball lights glowing they were searching around my yard and my neighbor's yard. I went out and asked what they were doing. They said they had had a peeping tom in the area. I talked to my neighbor and he described my brother to a tee. He said in the shadows he saw a man with a bald head, very muscular, possible tattoos and had a wooly dark goatee. Then heard a window crash and still couldn't determine where it came from. The cops searched around for a good half hour and came up empty.
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No one is listening until you fart.
by Gina
My brother (we'll call "K") died a few years ago in a state penitentiary. He was in for manslaughter and was also a skinhead associated with the skins of Oregon. He was not a good boy, to put it mildly.
This story is a little involved so I'll just explain a few things first. He was doing a seven-year sentence when his girlfriend, the mother of his child, was busted for drug possession and her six-year-old son was caught in the crossfire in other words, going to be awarded to the state so I stepped in and took custody of my nephew (he's a great kid and a smart one, too). I had three of my own already and one more wasn't all that much trouble.
We lived in a townhouse group of condos and it was the four kids my husband, and I and we did the best we could on his salary as an electrician (non-union at the time).
Every other Sunday I'd take him up to go see his mom in prison, and we'd stay for a while and then we'd go home, but I absolutely did not want to take him to see his dad, my brother, especially as mixed up in violent stuff as he was I didn't feel it was right to expose a six-year-old child to that whole scene. His mother only took him up there once and no other time to my knowledge, but I'd let him talk to his dad on the phone and that was it. Then I'd get on the line with my brother and he'd get on my case about not taking him up to see him. I'd put my foot down and tell him point blank to clean up his (blank) and stop being such a violent derelict. He would get all pissy and I'd tell him to call next week, but NO, I was not going to take him up there to the men's prison.
About seven month's passed and I got a call from the state that my brother had been stabbed and was in very critical condition. He was being held in an infirmary up there and we could come to visit, but he was unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. This was just hours after it had happened and it sounded like last rites, for the most part.
My husband and I went up there, leaving the kids with our other sister. When we got there, he had already died. I called his girlfriend and she was pained, but somehow expected it as strangely did I.
We went home and made funeral arrangements, and four days later attended his funeral with all our family.
Three weeks later, strange things started to happen. We had a dog named Skeet who has a terrier. One night while watching TV, he started to bark wildly and growl at the front door. He wasn't a quiet dog by any means, but this dog was upset, and when I got to where he was, the dog's back end was flipped up and over and the dog began to vomit up blood and sputum like he was choking. Then, just as if the dog was kicked, he was flung across the hardwood floor over to the far wall. I strangely knew this was my brother doing this. I rushed to the dog and felt a gust of cold rush through me.
I was freaked out and grabbed up the dog and ran into the living room and over to where a couple of the kids were playing. I just sat there, daring not saying anything to the kids about this.
Later that night as I was going to bed, three police cruisers pulled up to the neighbor's house. With gumball lights glowing they were searching around my yard and my neighbor's yard. I went out and asked what they were doing. They said they had had a peeping tom in the area. I talked to my neighbor and he described my brother to a tee. He said in the shadows he saw a man with a bald head, very muscular, possible tattoos and had a wooly dark goatee. Then heard a window crash and still couldn't determine where it came from. The cops searched around for a good half hour and came up empty.
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No one is listening until you fart.
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/28/2004 9:15:54 PM | Message
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I went back in and checked up on my nephew, who
slept in the same room as one of my other sons and he seemed fine.
Then I heard a sound coming from downstairs. Thinking it was my
husband, I went down to go talk to him and when I walked into the
lighted kitchen, there was no one there. Just then the phone rang.
When I picked it up and said "hello," there was just silence on the
other end. So I took one last listen before hanging up when I
distinctly heard a male, low, raspy voice say, "Which one's my
son?"
I hung up the phone quickly and got my husband awake upstairs. I made plans to stay with my sister a few towns away. I took the kids over to their aunt's house and we spent the night there. My husband was p.o'd, but he got over it.
The next morning, I went back to our house, and right in front of the doorway on our concrete stoop was a big pile of dog feces.
My husband had a strange tale to tell. He said the house was broken into somehow and there was someone in the house and stomping on the floor. Then he said he heard what sounded like a car hood slamming shut and then opening and shutting. He went downstairs slowly. He's a good-sized guy and saw no one there, then heard someone upstairs. He took one of my eldest son's bats from the back and went up, again finding no one there either. He searched the whole place and there was no one there, so eventually went back to bed. The next morning, he found our family photo smashed on the floor with glass everywhere. That seemed to be all the damage.
I eventually got the kids from their aunt's where they spent a good part of the day and went back home. My husband was at work and we all went in and had a perfectly normal night.
Until I heard a scream from my daughter (11 at the time). I went up and she was running out of the bathroom. I rushed up to her. She said she was coming out of the shower and saw an outline of a man in a jumpsuit float not walk but float through the wall into what would be my two sons' room. I calmed her down and tried to convince her that it was just a trick of the mind. But she was not having it and insisted to sleep with me.
Weird things went on like this for a couple more days until it finally ceased and my brother was at peace. But it was definitely him. I know it.
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No one is listening until you fart.
I hung up the phone quickly and got my husband awake upstairs. I made plans to stay with my sister a few towns away. I took the kids over to their aunt's house and we spent the night there. My husband was p.o'd, but he got over it.
The next morning, I went back to our house, and right in front of the doorway on our concrete stoop was a big pile of dog feces.
My husband had a strange tale to tell. He said the house was broken into somehow and there was someone in the house and stomping on the floor. Then he said he heard what sounded like a car hood slamming shut and then opening and shutting. He went downstairs slowly. He's a good-sized guy and saw no one there, then heard someone upstairs. He took one of my eldest son's bats from the back and went up, again finding no one there either. He searched the whole place and there was no one there, so eventually went back to bed. The next morning, he found our family photo smashed on the floor with glass everywhere. That seemed to be all the damage.
I eventually got the kids from their aunt's where they spent a good part of the day and went back home. My husband was at work and we all went in and had a perfectly normal night.
Until I heard a scream from my daughter (11 at the time). I went up and she was running out of the bathroom. I rushed up to her. She said she was coming out of the shower and saw an outline of a man in a jumpsuit float not walk but float through the wall into what would be my two sons' room. I calmed her down and tried to convince her that it was just a trick of the mind. But she was not having it and insisted to sleep with me.
Weird things went on like this for a couple more days until it finally ceased and my brother was at peace. But it was definitely him. I know it.
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No one is listening until you fart.
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/29/2004 9:19:03 AM | Message
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I've been reading this for the past few days
(between classes, but never at night :o) and I must
say...Zasraik...I'll have your babies.
Tag and a bump. <3
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Tag and a bump. <3
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
From: hidois
| Posted: 10/29/2004 9:47:36 AM | Message
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I've been reading this since the
beginning.
And Zasraik, I'll have your babies too! and I'm not even a woman!
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"Hey computer man! check out my dinosaur!"
Jack Chick is the greatest person ever.
And Zasraik, I'll have your babies too! and I'm not even a woman!
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"Hey computer man! check out my dinosaur!"
Jack Chick is the greatest person ever.
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/29/2004 11:26:09 AM | Message
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Psssssssht, back off. he's mine.
I jest. But really, more stories! More stories!!
And now to be even more completely random...about that Bunnyman story:
My boyfriend came to visit last weekend (I go to school on Long Island, he's in Pennsylvania) and we watched the marathon of Scariest Places on Earth on ABC Family. They had the Bunnyman thing, but it was slightly varied from what I read in here.
They told the story about the escaped patients and the hangings and blah blah blah. And then they took a group of teens from the local high school and some old dude (who I guess was a historian) took them around. They went into the woods where they said the Bunnyman was. They saw nothing but heard the cameraman come up behind them and crunch some leaves. The idiots ran out of the woods all scared. Then the creepy old man took them to the house of the Adrian girl. They went in, it was abandoned (duh. makes the show "scarier"). They looked around, nothing happened. I guess a chandelier swung from wind, but they said it was "Adrian's ghost." They went downstairs to a nicely furnished basement (led by a supercool black kid who didn't get scared once. I'm a fan of his) and looked into a tiny bathroom. Why there was a bathroom in a supposedly "uninhabited basement", complete with toilet paper and some sort of modern cleaning solution container on the sink, I couldn't tell you. But some nerdy girl went in. The mirror above the sink was smashed and the pieces were neatly arranged in a pile in the sink. She opened the shower curtain and lo and behold, there wree "bloody ahndprints." She calmly turned and said, "There's bloody handprints on the shower wall," shrugged and joined the group again. At this point, I knew it was fake. Bad actress. Also, as they were leaving the house, "get out" and something else were written in "blood" on the walls. Moving along, their last stop was thankfully the bridge. Some chick was shoved in there against her will and she walked to the end and said "bunnyman" thrice. Nothing happened. No lights, no noises, nothing. She just screamed and ran out of the bridge. And according to clichι, fell before she left the bridge. Her friends watched her. I was hoping she'd be devoured. Nothing happened.
Pointless, stupid. I don't believe in the Bunnyman. Jersey Devil? No. Bigfoot? Maybe. Nessie? No. Ghosts? Yes. Zasraik's stories? Keep me up at night.
I still want to have his babies.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
I jest. But really, more stories! More stories!!
And now to be even more completely random...about that Bunnyman story:
My boyfriend came to visit last weekend (I go to school on Long Island, he's in Pennsylvania) and we watched the marathon of Scariest Places on Earth on ABC Family. They had the Bunnyman thing, but it was slightly varied from what I read in here.
They told the story about the escaped patients and the hangings and blah blah blah. And then they took a group of teens from the local high school and some old dude (who I guess was a historian) took them around. They went into the woods where they said the Bunnyman was. They saw nothing but heard the cameraman come up behind them and crunch some leaves. The idiots ran out of the woods all scared. Then the creepy old man took them to the house of the Adrian girl. They went in, it was abandoned (duh. makes the show "scarier"). They looked around, nothing happened. I guess a chandelier swung from wind, but they said it was "Adrian's ghost." They went downstairs to a nicely furnished basement (led by a supercool black kid who didn't get scared once. I'm a fan of his) and looked into a tiny bathroom. Why there was a bathroom in a supposedly "uninhabited basement", complete with toilet paper and some sort of modern cleaning solution container on the sink, I couldn't tell you. But some nerdy girl went in. The mirror above the sink was smashed and the pieces were neatly arranged in a pile in the sink. She opened the shower curtain and lo and behold, there wree "bloody ahndprints." She calmly turned and said, "There's bloody handprints on the shower wall," shrugged and joined the group again. At this point, I knew it was fake. Bad actress. Also, as they were leaving the house, "get out" and something else were written in "blood" on the walls. Moving along, their last stop was thankfully the bridge. Some chick was shoved in there against her will and she walked to the end and said "bunnyman" thrice. Nothing happened. No lights, no noises, nothing. She just screamed and ran out of the bridge. And according to clichι, fell before she left the bridge. Her friends watched her. I was hoping she'd be devoured. Nothing happened.
Pointless, stupid. I don't believe in the Bunnyman. Jersey Devil? No. Bigfoot? Maybe. Nessie? No. Ghosts? Yes. Zasraik's stories? Keep me up at night.
I still want to have his babies.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/29/2004 5:38:35 PM | Message
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Well, I'm flattered :) and thank you for that
story, even if it was fake.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: SetoKaibaFan
| Posted: 10/29/2004 7:24:25 PM | Message
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Hey Zas, don't you post on the MK:D
boards?
And let's all have his babies @_@
The brother ghost story sounds very odd and familiar. I think I've heard a similar story. The Bell Witch, I believe, was also a very violent ghost but she was nice to the mother of the family she haunted. Goes to show you, don't make people who are about to die mad. X_X
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Blahblah ;x
And let's all have his babies @_@
The brother ghost story sounds very odd and familiar. I think I've heard a similar story. The Bell Witch, I believe, was also a very violent ghost but she was nice to the mother of the family she haunted. Goes to show you, don't make people who are about to die mad. X_X
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Blahblah ;x
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/29/2004 8:15:16 PM | Message
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No, can't say that I do. I mostly post here and
on the Final Fantasy X-2 social board for my "Something for you FF
fans" thread. VISIT THAT THREAD! The power of Zasraik compels
you!
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Validus
| Posted: 10/29/2004 11:31:02 PM | Message
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Having talked to my family a little more, I have
a few more ghost stories from my families past to contribute, though
one of them is fairly dubious considering how drug addled her brain
was.
Story 1: my aunt and uncle used to live in a house they deemed "haunted" with my two step cousins ( my aunt's from a prior marriage).
Various incidents that occurred in that house, almost always during lightning storms
Battery powered toys would activate, i.e. toy firetrucks would turn on with lights flashing and drive in a straight line, even if there were no batteries in them. Lights would flicker on and off, appliances would turn on at random. There's at least 5 witnesses that say the toy truck drove across the room with its lights going even though there were no batteries in it.
Now, the suspect part of the next part of this story ( same house) is that my aunt was a drug addict. I'm not exactly sure which drugs, but apparently they were hard ones, so I'm not sure how reliable anything she said is, god rest her soul.
But one day she called her step-mother ( my grandma), terrified and crying, asking her to come pick her and her daughters up. She was too scared to even go outside to her own car.
She says that she was sitting on the couch watching television and heard a car door slam.
She looked out the window and saw my uncle's van parked out in front of the house. She went to the door, opened it, and went back to the couch and waited. She said she waited 5 minutes, and when nobody came in, she went back to the window, the van wasn't there. She went to the door and she said she heard a voice unlike anything on this earth, it said "Nobody is here!" and then it laughed, demonically. She slammed the door and locked it and went right to the phone.
My grandmother, thinking it was my uncle playing a trick ( even though that was unlike him) called work and he was there and hadn't left all night.
My aunt was so terrified that my grandmother did go over there, picked them up, and they spent the night at her house.
Story 1: my aunt and uncle used to live in a house they deemed "haunted" with my two step cousins ( my aunt's from a prior marriage).
Various incidents that occurred in that house, almost always during lightning storms
Battery powered toys would activate, i.e. toy firetrucks would turn on with lights flashing and drive in a straight line, even if there were no batteries in them. Lights would flicker on and off, appliances would turn on at random. There's at least 5 witnesses that say the toy truck drove across the room with its lights going even though there were no batteries in it.
Now, the suspect part of the next part of this story ( same house) is that my aunt was a drug addict. I'm not exactly sure which drugs, but apparently they were hard ones, so I'm not sure how reliable anything she said is, god rest her soul.
But one day she called her step-mother ( my grandma), terrified and crying, asking her to come pick her and her daughters up. She was too scared to even go outside to her own car.
She says that she was sitting on the couch watching television and heard a car door slam.
She looked out the window and saw my uncle's van parked out in front of the house. She went to the door, opened it, and went back to the couch and waited. She said she waited 5 minutes, and when nobody came in, she went back to the window, the van wasn't there. She went to the door and she said she heard a voice unlike anything on this earth, it said "Nobody is here!" and then it laughed, demonically. She slammed the door and locked it and went right to the phone.
My grandmother, thinking it was my uncle playing a trick ( even though that was unlike him) called work and he was there and hadn't left all night.
My aunt was so terrified that my grandmother did go over there, picked them up, and they spent the night at her house.
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/30/2004 7:45:38 AM | Message
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There's a lot of electricity floating around
during thunder and lightning storms. Perhaps the cause for the toys
was the electrical currents in the air causing sparks inside the
toy's mechanisms. It's possible.
imvho, the part about the voice...I'm doubting the validity of that. I've had friends who, on crack and acid, claimed to see "giant killer bunnies"...aka trees.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
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imvho, the part about the voice...I'm doubting the validity of that. I've had friends who, on crack and acid, claimed to see "giant killer bunnies"...aka trees.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
From: creature201
| Posted: 10/30/2004 8:28:32 AM | Message
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I don't really have scary stories... But, There
is one strange occurence, i didn't witness it, it was mom and her
friend, her friend was on the computer and my mom was watching Tv
(There next to each other... like this...
[TV]
..o O{C}
o=Mom O=friend {C}=Computer) Her friend said she saw a white floating thing out of the corner of her eye, when she turned to look, a cat fell onto my mom's shoulder, they said that it couldn't have jumped, because they would've heard it, they were thinking it was a ghost holding the cat...
Strange huh?
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http://creatureschamber.tripod.com/
It's the best website, cause it's mine.
[TV]
..o O{C}
o=Mom O=friend {C}=Computer) Her friend said she saw a white floating thing out of the corner of her eye, when she turned to look, a cat fell onto my mom's shoulder, they said that it couldn't have jumped, because they would've heard it, they were thinking it was a ghost holding the cat...
Strange huh?
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http://creatureschamber.tripod.com/
It's the best website, cause it's mine.
From: theburningtroll
| Posted: 10/30/2004 9:02:51 AM | Message
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Zasraik after reading all of these stories I
decided to make an account on gamefaqs.com just to compliment you on
your amazing stories(I have no idea why I named it the burning
troll). But anyways your stories nearly killed me about 10 minutes
ago. Yesterday I was playing with one of those sticky-hand thingys
you get out of quarter machines at resteraunts, and while I was
tossing it in the air it got stuck to the ceiling. Anyways it stayed
there all day and today just as I was finishing up the 47 pages of
text on the topic it fell off the ceiling onto my shoulder, and I
can honestly say that these stories have made me so jumpy that I
fell backwards in my chair screaming like a little girl. So along
with complimenting you I also wanted to say thanks for making me
completly paranoid :).
From: Validus
| Posted: 10/30/2004 11:56:56 AM | Message
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I agree, it's highly dubious. I wouldn't even
mention it were it not for the fact that it occurred in the same
house as a whole slew of other paranormal events.
I'm fairly sure coke and speed were more her thing, as opposed to lsd/acid/pcp, but, yeah, highly suspect nonet he less.
As for the "strange things happening during storms" I could perhaps see that were it not for the fact it didn't just start up for a second
It started up, lights blaring, drove in a straight line 20 feet across the room. Without batteries. 5 people witnessed it ( two children, two teenagers, one adult)
I'm fairly sure coke and speed were more her thing, as opposed to lsd/acid/pcp, but, yeah, highly suspect nonet he less.
As for the "strange things happening during storms" I could perhaps see that were it not for the fact it didn't just start up for a second
It started up, lights blaring, drove in a straight line 20 feet across the room. Without batteries. 5 people witnessed it ( two children, two teenagers, one adult)
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/30/2004 4:52:56 PM | Message
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Chances are, any drug would make you hallucinate
enough to see something and have it not be there...and if she was on
coke, then I'm sure she heard a lot more voices than
that.
However, i still hold to my theory of the electrical charges.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
However, i still hold to my theory of the electrical charges.
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
From: SetoKaibaFan
| Posted: 10/30/2004 10:03:56 PM | Message
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Dopamine can make you think
anything.
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Blahblah ;x
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Blahblah ;x
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 12:20:09 AM | Message
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Happy
Halloween.
http://img57.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img57&image=happyhalloween.gif
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
http://img57.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img57&image=happyhalloween.gif
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:42:56 AM | Message
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Bump...*clings to topic, sobbing*
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From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:12:30 PM | Message
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And let's go out with a bang.
Little Boy Ghost
by Angel
I seriously believe that my home is haunted. From the first week that we had the house, I knew that the house was haunted. It appeared to me as a little boy standing at the end of my hallway looking back at me as I was sitting on my living room sofa.
It was about 11p.m. I was by myself at the house that night. I had just returned from the hospital because my wife had just given birth to our son. As I sat there watching TV, I happened to look down the hallway. The house was pretty much dark; all the lights were off in the house for the exception of the light coming off the TV in the living room and the light from my bedroom, which is at the end of the hallway.
He stayed there staring at me for a few seconds before turning and walking into my bedroom. I sat there in shock. My first thought was that someone had broken into my home, so I jumped up and ran toward the bedroom. Once in there, I looked around and saw nothing. I looked everywhere, but I could not find that little boy.
Years later, my sister-in-law, who lived with us a short while, would also see this little boy. She would tell me that after a late night at work, she came home and pulled up to the house. She noticed our blinds in the living room area were raised up and she could see a little head looking out of them. She figured to herself that it was our son that was up and was looking out the window. As she got off her truck and walked up to the front door, the little head went back in and the blinds closed. When she came in, she said that all the lights were off in the house except the kitchen light and that she found our son asleep in his room. No one else was awake in the house. I do think my house is haunted, but I figure that this ghost isn't really harming anyone, so we just let him be.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
Little Boy Ghost
by Angel
I seriously believe that my home is haunted. From the first week that we had the house, I knew that the house was haunted. It appeared to me as a little boy standing at the end of my hallway looking back at me as I was sitting on my living room sofa.
It was about 11p.m. I was by myself at the house that night. I had just returned from the hospital because my wife had just given birth to our son. As I sat there watching TV, I happened to look down the hallway. The house was pretty much dark; all the lights were off in the house for the exception of the light coming off the TV in the living room and the light from my bedroom, which is at the end of the hallway.
He stayed there staring at me for a few seconds before turning and walking into my bedroom. I sat there in shock. My first thought was that someone had broken into my home, so I jumped up and ran toward the bedroom. Once in there, I looked around and saw nothing. I looked everywhere, but I could not find that little boy.
Years later, my sister-in-law, who lived with us a short while, would also see this little boy. She would tell me that after a late night at work, she came home and pulled up to the house. She noticed our blinds in the living room area were raised up and she could see a little head looking out of them. She figured to herself that it was our son that was up and was looking out the window. As she got off her truck and walked up to the front door, the little head went back in and the blinds closed. When she came in, she said that all the lights were off in the house except the kitchen light and that she found our son asleep in his room. No one else was awake in the house. I do think my house is haunted, but I figure that this ghost isn't really harming anyone, so we just let him be.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:14:46 PM | Message
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The Old Woman's Ghost
by Sarah Cigan
When I was 12, I was visiting my cousin's house. We all used to play hide-and-go-seek games and would have the time of our lives. We decided to play and I was chosen to be it. I counted to 100, but during the count I cheated and saw them all go upstairs. I finished counting and ran up the stairs. I searched my aunt's room, but no one was in there. As I stepped out of my aunt's room I heard a strange noise almost like a wailing sound. I figured it was my youngest cousin and she couldn't be quiet. I knew I had her. I slowly walked to the attic (for that's where I heard the sound). I heard it again and when I got to the door I hesitated and then burst in the room and I think I cried, "Got ya!" or something like that.
I almost had a heart attack for what I saw in the room wasn't my baby cousin. I will never forget the sight. It was an elderly woman in a gray shawl. She was holding, I think, a necklace or bracelet. I wanted to run, but I was frozen in fear. She looked up at me and I wanted to run. She had cold eyes. No soul at all. It seemed like the more I stared the closer she came. By then I broke out of my fear and I ran screaming down the stairs. My mother came to see what was wrong and all my cousins came out of their hiding places. I told them what happened and my mom checked it out. My aunt told me that before she bought the house an old woman and her husband lived here. Ever since that experience, I've never been in my aunt's attic.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Sarah Cigan
When I was 12, I was visiting my cousin's house. We all used to play hide-and-go-seek games and would have the time of our lives. We decided to play and I was chosen to be it. I counted to 100, but during the count I cheated and saw them all go upstairs. I finished counting and ran up the stairs. I searched my aunt's room, but no one was in there. As I stepped out of my aunt's room I heard a strange noise almost like a wailing sound. I figured it was my youngest cousin and she couldn't be quiet. I knew I had her. I slowly walked to the attic (for that's where I heard the sound). I heard it again and when I got to the door I hesitated and then burst in the room and I think I cried, "Got ya!" or something like that.
I almost had a heart attack for what I saw in the room wasn't my baby cousin. I will never forget the sight. It was an elderly woman in a gray shawl. She was holding, I think, a necklace or bracelet. I wanted to run, but I was frozen in fear. She looked up at me and I wanted to run. She had cold eyes. No soul at all. It seemed like the more I stared the closer she came. By then I broke out of my fear and I ran screaming down the stairs. My mother came to see what was wrong and all my cousins came out of their hiding places. I told them what happened and my mom checked it out. My aunt told me that before she bought the house an old woman and her husband lived here. Ever since that experience, I've never been in my aunt's attic.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:20:40 PM | Message
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The Grinning Demon
by Charles
I have only told this story to my sister who is two years younger than I. I was born in Sydney Australia to Maltese immigrants. At the age of nine, my family decided to move back to Malta. My parents separated when we arrived. My sister and I lived with my mother at my grandmother's tiny terrace house where two of my uncles also lived. It was cramped in the evening when we settled for bed.
One uncle slept on a single bed in the front room. My grandmother, mother and young sister slept on the double bed in the main bedroom. I slept on a mattress on the floor beside the double bed. In between the two rooms was a "gap" room wide enough to hold a fold-out single bed where my other uncle slept. This is also the spot where the religious shrine was kept, as all good Catholic families have.
One night, I woke up to my mother weeping and waling. My head and face were covered in blood. My mother had just had a miscarriage about two months into a pregnancy. I don't recall much else happening as I must have been in shock or some sort of daze. I know I was scared.
My mother was taken to hospital and things were cleaned up. I remember settling into bed with my uncle (heads at opposite ends) in the narrow "gap" room. I felt protected by the dim glow of the eternal light that lit the shrine. Except when I looked at the opposite end of the "gap" room, where the light didn't reach, I swore to my sister I saw the face of dark olive-skinned man with black curly hair grinning and then disappearing back into the shadow. To this day, I remember the face vividly and the look of satisfaction on its face.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Charles
I have only told this story to my sister who is two years younger than I. I was born in Sydney Australia to Maltese immigrants. At the age of nine, my family decided to move back to Malta. My parents separated when we arrived. My sister and I lived with my mother at my grandmother's tiny terrace house where two of my uncles also lived. It was cramped in the evening when we settled for bed.
One uncle slept on a single bed in the front room. My grandmother, mother and young sister slept on the double bed in the main bedroom. I slept on a mattress on the floor beside the double bed. In between the two rooms was a "gap" room wide enough to hold a fold-out single bed where my other uncle slept. This is also the spot where the religious shrine was kept, as all good Catholic families have.
One night, I woke up to my mother weeping and waling. My head and face were covered in blood. My mother had just had a miscarriage about two months into a pregnancy. I don't recall much else happening as I must have been in shock or some sort of daze. I know I was scared.
My mother was taken to hospital and things were cleaned up. I remember settling into bed with my uncle (heads at opposite ends) in the narrow "gap" room. I felt protected by the dim glow of the eternal light that lit the shrine. Except when I looked at the opposite end of the "gap" room, where the light didn't reach, I swore to my sister I saw the face of dark olive-skinned man with black curly hair grinning and then disappearing back into the shadow. To this day, I remember the face vividly and the look of satisfaction on its face.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:22:37 PM | Message
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Creature at the Cabin Door
by Andy
In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).
We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.
We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.
The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.
To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Andy
In the spring of '96 or '97, two of my best friends (who are brothers) and I decided we wanted to go camping and get drunk. We lived in the Adirondack Mts. of New York at the time. There is an old mine with a ton of huge abandoned buildings. This is where we decided to camp. We all had our own four-wheelers and we met outside of the gates in the morning sometime, and rode through the miles of overgrown roads until we found an old shack of some sort that was in fairly good condition (for what we had in mind anyway).
We unpacked all of our gear and left it in the shack while we went off to hunt small game. (Actually, we were playing with guns, just .22s.) We had expended all of our ammunition by about 5 in the afternoon and decided to head back to the shack to get drunk. When we got there, my friend Blayne (the younger of the brothers) went inside to grab the cooler. When he was inside, we heard him start swearing. Brad and I went inside and learned why he was angry. All of our things had been strewn about the cabin. At first we were thinking a black bear must have done it until I realized that none of the food was touched. It was more like somebody was rummaging through our clothes and equiptment. This was strange because we were at least 8 or 9 miles from the entrance, and we didn't find any footprints outside the shack besides our own.
We picked up the mess and forgot about it. Later that night, we were in the cabin and were well on our way to anebriation, when we began hearing somthing scratching and moving around outside the door (which had a set of two cheesy little bolt lock type things holding it shut from the inside). We thought it was some animal. We decided to not let it bother us because we didnt have any shells left for the rifles anyway. Blayne, who was always a little high strung, wanted to go out and scare whatever it was. We said no, we didnt think it was a good idea. His argument was that we were all excellent wrestlers and that we could handle whatever was out there. Our argument was rabies. End of argument.
The scratching, which got annoying if not a little persistent at times, was forgotten in our drunken stupor. We didnt even remember until Brad got up in the morning to relieve outside (we had been using a large pipe in the floor until then) when he noticed somthing unusual. There were deep gouge marks in the door about 2.5-3 feet up the door, like something was trying to claw and pry its way in (which we didn't hear). But most disturbing of all were the tracks all around the shack. It looked like the tracks of a child, with five toes just like a humans, only the tracks were about 10-11 inches long and only about two inches wide, like the feet were stretched out. None of us had ever come accross any tracks like that before. It could have been some animal of some sort that I had never come across before, but the tracks just didnt seem right.
To this day, I wonder what would have happened if we let Blayne open that door.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Validus
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:24:56 PM | Message
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That reminds me of the last two paranormal
experiences my family has experienced. Everything I've already
mentioned was on my dad's side of the family, the following two were
on my mom's side.
My aunt and uncle have a tendency to move every 3 to 8 months, as they try to live above their means and are forced to move when their cash runs short, but as soon as they seem to be doing a little better they instantly move into another place above their means.
At one of their more recent apartments ( about three apartments back) they said their place was haunted by the ghost of a little boy. They said they never saw it directly, but heard a whispering voice constantly. They said it sounded very kind and innocent, and often was it was just childish giggling. They'd wake up and things would be moved. This would happen constantly, despite the fact that they lived alone. And not just the odd thing here or there, but multiple things, every night.
At christmas, they decided to buy a gift for the ghost, and they bought ( humorously enough, since it seems like it ties in to the rest of the story) a toy fire engine. Before they went to bed, they said "this is for you" and put it on an end table in their living room.
They woke up the next morning and the toy truck was right outside their bedroom door. They said they never once felt afraid, they said they could almost sense the goodness of the spirit.
The next story is a little shorter. Once, while fooling around with a Quija board in my aunt's room, my mom, two aunts, and a childhood friend of theirs claim that they saw the disembodied head of a man staring at them with rage in his eyes from their bathroom mirror. They were 15, 17 and 18 at the time, and all claim to have seen it. They screamed at the top of their longs until their father came into the room, but the face was gone from the mirror. It did, however, leave a foggy outline of a face ( if you need to visualize it, picture the "face on mars", but in condensation, like after as hower).
To this day, she won't let me own a Quija board, not that I'd want one.
and that, ladies and gents, is all I've got.
Aside from my little shadow experience, which I'm still convinced was just my eyes playign tricks on me, I have never personally had a paranormal experience. These are all just stories in my family.
My aunt and uncle have a tendency to move every 3 to 8 months, as they try to live above their means and are forced to move when their cash runs short, but as soon as they seem to be doing a little better they instantly move into another place above their means.
At one of their more recent apartments ( about three apartments back) they said their place was haunted by the ghost of a little boy. They said they never saw it directly, but heard a whispering voice constantly. They said it sounded very kind and innocent, and often was it was just childish giggling. They'd wake up and things would be moved. This would happen constantly, despite the fact that they lived alone. And not just the odd thing here or there, but multiple things, every night.
At christmas, they decided to buy a gift for the ghost, and they bought ( humorously enough, since it seems like it ties in to the rest of the story) a toy fire engine. Before they went to bed, they said "this is for you" and put it on an end table in their living room.
They woke up the next morning and the toy truck was right outside their bedroom door. They said they never once felt afraid, they said they could almost sense the goodness of the spirit.
The next story is a little shorter. Once, while fooling around with a Quija board in my aunt's room, my mom, two aunts, and a childhood friend of theirs claim that they saw the disembodied head of a man staring at them with rage in his eyes from their bathroom mirror. They were 15, 17 and 18 at the time, and all claim to have seen it. They screamed at the top of their longs until their father came into the room, but the face was gone from the mirror. It did, however, leave a foggy outline of a face ( if you need to visualize it, picture the "face on mars", but in condensation, like after as hower).
To this day, she won't let me own a Quija board, not that I'd want one.
and that, ladies and gents, is all I've got.
Aside from my little shadow experience, which I'm still convinced was just my eyes playign tricks on me, I have never personally had a paranormal experience. These are all just stories in my family.
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 4:41:06 PM | Message
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The Horrible Creature
by Pat
This is a true experience that happened to me, and to this day, I hope it never happens again. I have never been so frightened in my life, before or since.
In the early 1980s, I was working night shift as a nurse where I worked. My job allowed me to read or watch TV during my shift unless I was needed for patient care, so I took to reading the Bible. As it happened, I had been deep into studying the Bible with a correspondence course while I was at work, filling a spiritual need. I went home after work one morning and went right to bed.
A few things important to my story: my husband and I were in our late 20s and had bought a very large house that was over 100 years old. We were remodeling it. Before we moved in, I never understood why it was always colder inside the house than it was outside, so I usually sent my young daughter, Julie, outside to play while we were working on the place, tearing down walls, painting and building, etc. No matter how much we worked on the place, which was spacious and well built, I never liked living there. It had a very dark and musty cellar with very steep steps and an electric light that hung down from a cord in the ceiling. One time that light went out while I was there and scared the daylights out of me. Luckily, the door was open at the top and I quickly got out of there. After that, I rarely went down there, since it gave me the creeps. The other important thing was the layout of my bedroom. It was painted a medium dark blue, and the single, large window was covered with cardboard, tinfoil and heavy drapes. When the bedroom door was closed, it was so dark in there, that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. This was a bad idea, as I later discovered.
I fell fast asleep that morning as nothing had been worrying me. As a matter of fact, I felt loved and secure. My husband was working outside, and I was alone. Gradually, I "heard" a voice that said, "Pat, you must wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up...NOW!!!" This "voice" made me understand that I was in extreme danger. It was not a voice like you hear with your ears, but I knew it was telling me that I must wake up. It was urgently insistent with this warning. I immediately sat bolt upright in that pitch black room and became aware of something incredibly evil in the room with me. My heart began to beat really fast and hard, like it was trying to jump right out of my chest. In cases like this, I have heard that it gets really cold in one's room, but I don't remember that happening.
I opened my eyes and saw something hideous. I don't know how I saw anything in the room, since there was no light source, but I did see it. It did not glow or shine, but it was visible to me. Or perhaps I sensed it psychically, and my brain interpreted it as a visual thing. I don't really know, but it was definitely there. I know that some might say I was dreaming, but this was no dream. I was as wide awake as you are now.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Pat
This is a true experience that happened to me, and to this day, I hope it never happens again. I have never been so frightened in my life, before or since.
In the early 1980s, I was working night shift as a nurse where I worked. My job allowed me to read or watch TV during my shift unless I was needed for patient care, so I took to reading the Bible. As it happened, I had been deep into studying the Bible with a correspondence course while I was at work, filling a spiritual need. I went home after work one morning and went right to bed.
A few things important to my story: my husband and I were in our late 20s and had bought a very large house that was over 100 years old. We were remodeling it. Before we moved in, I never understood why it was always colder inside the house than it was outside, so I usually sent my young daughter, Julie, outside to play while we were working on the place, tearing down walls, painting and building, etc. No matter how much we worked on the place, which was spacious and well built, I never liked living there. It had a very dark and musty cellar with very steep steps and an electric light that hung down from a cord in the ceiling. One time that light went out while I was there and scared the daylights out of me. Luckily, the door was open at the top and I quickly got out of there. After that, I rarely went down there, since it gave me the creeps. The other important thing was the layout of my bedroom. It was painted a medium dark blue, and the single, large window was covered with cardboard, tinfoil and heavy drapes. When the bedroom door was closed, it was so dark in there, that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. This was a bad idea, as I later discovered.
I fell fast asleep that morning as nothing had been worrying me. As a matter of fact, I felt loved and secure. My husband was working outside, and I was alone. Gradually, I "heard" a voice that said, "Pat, you must wake up. Wake up, wake up, wake up...NOW!!!" This "voice" made me understand that I was in extreme danger. It was not a voice like you hear with your ears, but I knew it was telling me that I must wake up. It was urgently insistent with this warning. I immediately sat bolt upright in that pitch black room and became aware of something incredibly evil in the room with me. My heart began to beat really fast and hard, like it was trying to jump right out of my chest. In cases like this, I have heard that it gets really cold in one's room, but I don't remember that happening.
I opened my eyes and saw something hideous. I don't know how I saw anything in the room, since there was no light source, but I did see it. It did not glow or shine, but it was visible to me. Or perhaps I sensed it psychically, and my brain interpreted it as a visual thing. I don't really know, but it was definitely there. I know that some might say I was dreaming, but this was no dream. I was as wide awake as you are now.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 10/31/2004 6:07:46 PM | Message
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Zasraik, you never cease to amaze me. Where do
you get these stories from?
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
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POPE IS DOPE | Posted: 10/31/2004 7:58:49 PM | Message
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OMGOMGOMGOMG!!
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But...all the cool kids are doin' it...
Coco monkay
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But...all the cool kids are doin' it...
Coco monkay
From: zeroelement9
| Posted: 10/31/2004 8:20:32 PM | Message
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I feel somewhat bad posting this, but...
My grandmother died april of this year. Apparently, at the same time she died, my uncle(who lived with my grandparents)was woken up because he thought that he heard my grandma telling him to answer the phone.
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"...anyone could change sides when they choose because we always have a good and a bad side to each and every one of us."-acred24
My grandmother died april of this year. Apparently, at the same time she died, my uncle(who lived with my grandparents)was woken up because he thought that he heard my grandma telling him to answer the phone.
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"...anyone could change sides when they choose because we always have a good and a bad side to each and every one of us."-acred24
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:04:16 PM | Message
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Child Haunting
by BigDaddy
I have lived in a haunted house for the past seven years. The house is over 100 years old. The house was once a doctor's office; he cared for very ill children. One night while lying in bed, my wife and I heard what sounded like children playing in the living room, but when I got up to investigate, there was nothing there. As I turned to leave, I heard the faint call of a small child calling, "Mommy." I got a chill that I will never forget.
I asked my wife if she had heard the voice; she heard it, too. We have had our feet tickled, our hair touched and the sound of children calling for their mommies. One night there was a sound that came from the den. There was a lamp laying on the floor. It was four feet from the table that it sets on. When I was picking up the lamp, I could hear the sound of a child laughing. I ran out of that room as fast as my six foot five, 280-pound body could move. I fear no man, but whatever this is has made me stop and think.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by BigDaddy
I have lived in a haunted house for the past seven years. The house is over 100 years old. The house was once a doctor's office; he cared for very ill children. One night while lying in bed, my wife and I heard what sounded like children playing in the living room, but when I got up to investigate, there was nothing there. As I turned to leave, I heard the faint call of a small child calling, "Mommy." I got a chill that I will never forget.
I asked my wife if she had heard the voice; she heard it, too. We have had our feet tickled, our hair touched and the sound of children calling for their mommies. One night there was a sound that came from the den. There was a lamp laying on the floor. It was four feet from the table that it sets on. When I was picking up the lamp, I could hear the sound of a child laughing. I ran out of that room as fast as my six foot five, 280-pound body could move. I fear no man, but whatever this is has made me stop and think.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:06:53 PM | Message
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Phantom Hand
by Kate R.
Over the summer, my older sister went to visit some out-of-state friends. While she was gone, my other sister (younger) got to use her room. This left me overjoyed, because it meant that I had my room (which I had previously shared with my younger sister) all to myself.
One lazy weekend morning, I was enjoying sleeping in as much as I possibly could. I had lain in bed for a while, too lazy to get up or even open my eyes. One of my hands protruded from beneath the blankets on the side of my bed which faced the wall, but I was too lazy to pull it back under my sheet. Suddenly, a hand grabbed mine and started tugging on it. My mind still hazy with sleep, I figured that it must be one of my sisters trying to wake me up. I grunted and whined a bit with my eyes still closed and tried to squirm my way out of her grasp, but the hand which tugged on mine held on solidly.
Becoming even more annoyed at whichever sister was doing this, I twisted my hand around and grabbed the pointer finger of the hand that grasped mine, pulled on it for a second, then dug my fingernails into it - not too hard, but hard enough to be painful. The other hand started and let go of mine and withdrew itself. I expected to hear someone say "Ouch! Why'd you do that, Katie? Sheesh, just waking you up..." But no one did. The second the hand withdrew without a sound, my eyes flew open and I looked around. Not only was nobody sitting on my bed wedged between myself and the wall, which was the only place they could possibly have reached my hand from without sitting directly on top of me, there was no one else in the room, and the solid wood doors were tightly shut. It simply wasn't physically possible for someone to escape that fast without me knowing it. I would have felt their weight leave the bed had they been sitting on it and then risen, and they wouldn't have had time to do even that.
I never did find out what hand held mine or why it did this.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Kate R.
Over the summer, my older sister went to visit some out-of-state friends. While she was gone, my other sister (younger) got to use her room. This left me overjoyed, because it meant that I had my room (which I had previously shared with my younger sister) all to myself.
One lazy weekend morning, I was enjoying sleeping in as much as I possibly could. I had lain in bed for a while, too lazy to get up or even open my eyes. One of my hands protruded from beneath the blankets on the side of my bed which faced the wall, but I was too lazy to pull it back under my sheet. Suddenly, a hand grabbed mine and started tugging on it. My mind still hazy with sleep, I figured that it must be one of my sisters trying to wake me up. I grunted and whined a bit with my eyes still closed and tried to squirm my way out of her grasp, but the hand which tugged on mine held on solidly.
Becoming even more annoyed at whichever sister was doing this, I twisted my hand around and grabbed the pointer finger of the hand that grasped mine, pulled on it for a second, then dug my fingernails into it - not too hard, but hard enough to be painful. The other hand started and let go of mine and withdrew itself. I expected to hear someone say "Ouch! Why'd you do that, Katie? Sheesh, just waking you up..." But no one did. The second the hand withdrew without a sound, my eyes flew open and I looked around. Not only was nobody sitting on my bed wedged between myself and the wall, which was the only place they could possibly have reached my hand from without sitting directly on top of me, there was no one else in the room, and the solid wood doors were tightly shut. It simply wasn't physically possible for someone to escape that fast without me knowing it. I would have felt their weight leave the bed had they been sitting on it and then risen, and they wouldn't have had time to do even that.
I never did find out what hand held mine or why it did this.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:09:59 PM | Message
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Halloween Scare
by Eve K.
In October, when I was younger, my mum and sister went to my neighbor's house, leaving me alone in the house. It was about 4:30 and already beginning to get dark. I took that opportunity to sneak upstairs into the attic to try on some Halloween stuff. I quickly ran up the steps, knowing that if my mum came back and caught me, I would be in deep trouble. Although all the windows were shut, I felt a cold breeze pass through me, but I thought nothing of it at first because I had had no past experiences of paranormal phenomena.
I got out the bag with the Halloween stuff and put on a witch's hat. It was then that I felt and heard a knock on the hat. I immediately removed the hat and turned around, only to realize that there was nothing behind me tall enough for me to have knocked the hat against. As I bent down to pick up the bag, which I had dropped whilst turning around, I saw the handle to the bathroom door turn and the door rapidly opened. I walked cautiously into the bathroom, wondering what had caused the door to open in such a way. I began to feel extremely uneasy and I had a feeling that there was another presence in the room except me. I looked out of the window to check my mother and sister were still outside, and sure enough they were. Just as I was about to turn away form the window, I saw the reflection of the cupboard door sliding open. I turned around hastily to try and see what was causing these incidents, but I wasn't quick enough to catch whatever it was.
Freaked out by what had just happened, I threw the bag back into the cardboard box where it had been all year and hurriedly ran downstairs and out into the front garden, waiting anxiously for my mum to return home. That night, I had a nightmare about what might have followed if I had stayed up there any longer. Evil, gleaming red eyes stared at me from the bathroom cupboard, locking me in the toilet and causing complete havoc all around the house. Several unexplainable things have happened up there since then, including "self-breaking" objects and the computer I keep up there printing strange symbols and writing, but this has been one of the scariest so far.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Eve K.
In October, when I was younger, my mum and sister went to my neighbor's house, leaving me alone in the house. It was about 4:30 and already beginning to get dark. I took that opportunity to sneak upstairs into the attic to try on some Halloween stuff. I quickly ran up the steps, knowing that if my mum came back and caught me, I would be in deep trouble. Although all the windows were shut, I felt a cold breeze pass through me, but I thought nothing of it at first because I had had no past experiences of paranormal phenomena.
I got out the bag with the Halloween stuff and put on a witch's hat. It was then that I felt and heard a knock on the hat. I immediately removed the hat and turned around, only to realize that there was nothing behind me tall enough for me to have knocked the hat against. As I bent down to pick up the bag, which I had dropped whilst turning around, I saw the handle to the bathroom door turn and the door rapidly opened. I walked cautiously into the bathroom, wondering what had caused the door to open in such a way. I began to feel extremely uneasy and I had a feeling that there was another presence in the room except me. I looked out of the window to check my mother and sister were still outside, and sure enough they were. Just as I was about to turn away form the window, I saw the reflection of the cupboard door sliding open. I turned around hastily to try and see what was causing these incidents, but I wasn't quick enough to catch whatever it was.
Freaked out by what had just happened, I threw the bag back into the cardboard box where it had been all year and hurriedly ran downstairs and out into the front garden, waiting anxiously for my mum to return home. That night, I had a nightmare about what might have followed if I had stayed up there any longer. Evil, gleaming red eyes stared at me from the bathroom cupboard, locking me in the toilet and causing complete havoc all around the house. Several unexplainable things have happened up there since then, including "self-breaking" objects and the computer I keep up there printing strange symbols and writing, but this has been one of the scariest so far.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:10:48 PM | Message
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Halloween Scare
by Eve K.
In October, when I was younger, my mum and sister went to my neighbor's house, leaving me alone in the house. It was about 4:30 and already beginning to get dark. I took that opportunity to sneak upstairs into the attic to try on some Halloween stuff. I quickly ran up the steps, knowing that if my mum came back and caught me, I would be in deep trouble. Although all the windows were shut, I felt a cold breeze pass through me, but I thought nothing of it at first because I had had no past experiences of paranormal phenomena.
I got out the bag with the Halloween stuff and put on a witch's hat. It was then that I felt and heard a knock on the hat. I immediately removed the hat and turned around, only to realize that there was nothing behind me tall enough for me to have knocked the hat against. As I bent down to pick up the bag, which I had dropped whilst turning around, I saw the handle to the bathroom door turn and the door rapidly opened. I walked cautiously into the bathroom, wondering what had caused the door to open in such a way. I began to feel extremely uneasy and I had a feeling that there was another presence in the room except me. I looked out of the window to check my mother and sister were still outside, and sure enough they were. Just as I was about to turn away form the window, I saw the reflection of the cupboard door sliding open. I turned around hastily to try and see what was causing these incidents, but I wasn't quick enough to catch whatever it was.
Freaked out by what had just happened, I threw the bag back into the cardboard box where it had been all year and hurriedly ran downstairs and out into the front garden, waiting anxiously for my mum to return home. That night, I had a nightmare about what might have followed if I had stayed up there any longer. Evil, gleaming red eyes stared at me from the bathroom cupboard, locking me in the toilet and causing complete havoc all around the house. Several unexplainable things have happened up there since then, including "self-breaking" objects and the computer I keep up there printing strange symbols and writing, but this has been one of the scariest so far.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
by Eve K.
In October, when I was younger, my mum and sister went to my neighbor's house, leaving me alone in the house. It was about 4:30 and already beginning to get dark. I took that opportunity to sneak upstairs into the attic to try on some Halloween stuff. I quickly ran up the steps, knowing that if my mum came back and caught me, I would be in deep trouble. Although all the windows were shut, I felt a cold breeze pass through me, but I thought nothing of it at first because I had had no past experiences of paranormal phenomena.
I got out the bag with the Halloween stuff and put on a witch's hat. It was then that I felt and heard a knock on the hat. I immediately removed the hat and turned around, only to realize that there was nothing behind me tall enough for me to have knocked the hat against. As I bent down to pick up the bag, which I had dropped whilst turning around, I saw the handle to the bathroom door turn and the door rapidly opened. I walked cautiously into the bathroom, wondering what had caused the door to open in such a way. I began to feel extremely uneasy and I had a feeling that there was another presence in the room except me. I looked out of the window to check my mother and sister were still outside, and sure enough they were. Just as I was about to turn away form the window, I saw the reflection of the cupboard door sliding open. I turned around hastily to try and see what was causing these incidents, but I wasn't quick enough to catch whatever it was.
Freaked out by what had just happened, I threw the bag back into the cardboard box where it had been all year and hurriedly ran downstairs and out into the front garden, waiting anxiously for my mum to return home. That night, I had a nightmare about what might have followed if I had stayed up there any longer. Evil, gleaming red eyes stared at me from the bathroom cupboard, locking me in the toilet and causing complete havoc all around the house. Several unexplainable things have happened up there since then, including "self-breaking" objects and the computer I keep up there printing strange symbols and writing, but this has been one of the scariest so far.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:11:16 PM | Message
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Most of my recent stories have come from
paranormal.about.com, HaloChick.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:24:43 PM | Message
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Note: The following story edited slightly for
grammatical errors.
While I was in Philippines during my vacation, I stayed with my relatives in the province, country-side. One night I was walking around the woods trying very hard not to stare at the dark forest. As I was walking along, I encountered a lady in a white dress. I asked her if she needed help or directions. I asked if she was one of my aunts or cousins, but she gave no response. I went up to her to look at her face, but it was covered by her hair. So I looked closer and closer at her face, and I still couldn't see it because the darkness also covered her face. So I decided to return home. As I proceeded back to my house, she started crying, and then she ran into the dark forest. I was about to follow her, but I heard my mom calling me from the house. As I got there, my relatives all gave me a weird, terrified look. I asked them what was wrong, and my Mom said she saw me talking with the white lady. I really didn't care until she told me that white lady was a ghost. The story of the white lady goes like this. . . The white lady lures you into the forest at night and gets you lost, and you will never be found again. The story horrified me because I was so close to following her into the forest.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
While I was in Philippines during my vacation, I stayed with my relatives in the province, country-side. One night I was walking around the woods trying very hard not to stare at the dark forest. As I was walking along, I encountered a lady in a white dress. I asked her if she needed help or directions. I asked if she was one of my aunts or cousins, but she gave no response. I went up to her to look at her face, but it was covered by her hair. So I looked closer and closer at her face, and I still couldn't see it because the darkness also covered her face. So I decided to return home. As I proceeded back to my house, she started crying, and then she ran into the dark forest. I was about to follow her, but I heard my mom calling me from the house. As I got there, my relatives all gave me a weird, terrified look. I asked them what was wrong, and my Mom said she saw me talking with the white lady. I really didn't care until she told me that white lady was a ghost. The story of the white lady goes like this. . . The white lady lures you into the forest at night and gets you lost, and you will never be found again. The story horrified me because I was so close to following her into the forest.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 10/31/2004 10:27:40 PM | Message
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Before I go on, I'd like to know if I haven't
told you about the Korean woman in the tree.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: Terror
In Flames | Posted: 10/31/2004 10:59:22 PM | Message
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last post on halloween!
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"Fueled, these new shores burn. dark past lies cold.... Shadow, My sweet shadow... To you I look no more!!!!" - In Flames- "My Sweet Shadow"
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"Fueled, these new shores burn. dark past lies cold.... Shadow, My sweet shadow... To you I look no more!!!!" - In Flames- "My Sweet Shadow"
From: Terror
In Flames | Posted: 10/31/2004 11:01:06 PM | Message
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and yes, you have....
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"Fueled, these new shores burn. dark past lies cold.... Shadow, My sweet shadow... To you I look no more!!!!" - In Flames- "My Sweet Shadow"
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"Fueled, these new shores burn. dark past lies cold.... Shadow, My sweet shadow... To you I look no more!!!!" - In Flames- "My Sweet Shadow"
From: Zasraik
| Posted: 11/1/2004 1:27:38 AM | Message
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Bump in the night.
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
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That which we call sin in others is experiment for us. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Experience," Essays, 1844
From: HaloChick628
| Posted: 11/1/2004 10:20:32 AM | Message
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more more moreeeeeeeeeeee!
Zasraik, you should quit your job (if you have one) and become a storyteller around a campfire. I'll become a permanent audience. <333
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
Zasraik, you should quit your job (if you have one) and become a storyteller around a campfire. I'll become a permanent audience. <333
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[v_9] All those who believe in Telekenesis raise my hand.
(i heart bash.org more than i heart ZPsycho182)
From: Hood
Intellectual | Posted: 11/1/2004 10:27:17 AM | Message
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Uh, has anybody saved this
topic?
From: GameMasterGuy2002
| Posted: 11/1/2004 12:55:35 PM | Message
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Scary stories are awesome! Yay
Zasarak!
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Future co-founder of Investa Studios.
The future maker of the GameSphere! Buy it when it comes!
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Future co-founder of Investa Studios.
The future maker of the GameSphere! Buy it when it comes!
From: The
Dark Dominator | Posted: 11/1/2004 1:43:42 PM | Message
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Excellent topic. I haven't even read all of it
yet. But I'll save it and finish the part I haven't read yet.
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My shadow cannot be illuminated. My plans cannot be eliminated. My will can never be undone...
https://www.angelfire.com/realm3/pchalloffame/
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My shadow cannot be illuminated. My plans cannot be eliminated. My will can never be undone...
https://www.angelfire.com/realm3/pchalloffame/
From: Dragonfire
Mage | Posted: 11/1/2004 1:44:52 PM | Message
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You know, it sounds an awful lot like Shadow
Creatures. I don't think of the ones I experienced as being ghosts,
but I didn't get a good look on them.
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"O to be a dragon...of silkworm size or immense..."
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"O to be a dragon...of silkworm size or immense..."
From: RG
Kid | Posted: 11/1/2004 1:48:42 PM | Message
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*signs his name before the topic reaches
500*
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P3 600Mhz,512RAM,64mbGeForce4MX440. *Sigh*
Status: hear me cry! T_T
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P3 600Mhz,512RAM,64mbGeForce4MX440. *Sigh*
Status: hear me cry! T_T
From: SoScandalous
| Posted: 11/1/2004 1:50:19 PM | Message
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Wow great topic.
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3 RIP Dale Earnhardt, The Intimidator 3
https://www.angelfire.com/weird2/wierdunusualstuff/index.html
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3 RIP Dale Earnhardt, The Intimidator 3
https://www.angelfire.com/weird2/wierdunusualstuff/index.html
From: GandalfTheGreat
| Posted: 11/1/2004 1:51:11 PM | Message
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One for the P/C Hall of Fame.
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"Next time throw yourself in and rid us of your stupidity!"
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"Next time throw yourself in and rid us of your stupidity!"
From: TheGreatBequeather
| Posted: 11/1/2004 1:52:01 PM | Message
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Almost to 500.
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I don't know why or how, but that is also irrelevant in itself. The only relevant thing is accepting the facts. - The Dark Dominator
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I don't know why or how, but that is also irrelevant in itself. The only relevant thing is accepting the facts. - The Dark Dominator
From: Otacon
14112 | Posted: 11/1/2004 1:52:45 PM | Message
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499
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Codename: Otacon || Name: Hal Emmerich.
Otacon's Codec frequency: 141.12.
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Codename: Otacon || Name: Hal Emmerich.
Otacon's Codec frequency: 141.12.
From: The
Dark Dominator | Posted: 11/1/2004 1:53:14 PM | Message
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500!
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My shadow cannot be illuminated. My plans cannot be eliminated. My will can never be undone...
https://www.angelfire.com/realm3/pchalloffame/
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My shadow cannot be illuminated. My plans cannot be eliminated. My will can never be undone...
https://www.angelfire.com/realm3/pchalloffame/