This may be my new favorite forum.

Back when I was in high school, (now in college) I was sleeping in my bedroom. I always had the radio on when I slept. I woke up and heard no music only static. Then I heard some really demonic moaning coming from the radio. That freaked me out pretty badly.

Later that same year I awoke to see something sitting on my lamp by my bed. It sort of had a gargolye look to it. Naturally after blinking it was not there. I told myself it was a dream.

The scariest thing happened the same year also. I awoke to see my bedroom door was opened and someone was looking at me. All I could see was a man's figure and he was wearing one of those flat-topped round hats like from the 1920's carnival barker. I forced myself to keep my eyes on him while I reached for my lamp. I had my eyes open the whole time and when I turned on my lamp, my door was not open and there was nobody there.

I hate visiting my home now and staying in that room.

I posted something here earlier, about my apartment being haunted. Well, I have an update.

A couple days ago, I had been awakened by my wife so she could say goodbye before she went to work. Now, it's getting kinda cold up here (I live in northeast Ohio), and she forgot to close a window in the bedroom. I got a little ticked, and slamed the window shut, cursing under my breath. As I moved to the bed, I walked through a cold spot that was too cold to have been a draft from the window, and felt like whatever it was didn't like what I had just said. So I said "Sorry" out loud, and it went away. But it left behind the smell of cigarette smoke.

As I've said before, no one in my building now smokes, and neither do my wife and I.

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not much of a story but one day i was outside at night and at the end of the street it sort of looked like a drunk but i dont think it was because it looked liek it was 10 ft tall and he just like stumbled around in the street and once he got like 50 feet away it looked like he fell down onto someones lawn but i didnt see him get up, run away, or even see something laying on the ground just like disappeared.
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Have to read the rest of this topic at night!

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"Now That I know that there's something to know I cant not know just because I'm afraid that someone will know, I know, You Know?" - Willow

This isn't much of a story, really. Last night I was reading a book after my friends left and a pack of colored pencils, which were sitting near the middle of the couch, were flung violently from the couch and landed probably a good 3-4 inches from where they had been before. I could say it was the slope and I hadn't been paying attention, but the slope of the couch cushions only goes toward the ground when someone's sitting on them. Otherwise they slant back toward the back of the couch.

Weird stuff.
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I've never had anything I could really qualify as a paranormal experience, though I seem to be the only one in my family.

The only thing that comes close are two entirely unnotable occurrences in my house since I've been here, both involving shadows.

A few years ago, while sleeping on the couch, I saw a shape that looked like a human head creep across the wall at 4 in the morning, but itmoved in such a way that a shadow does when a car drives by with its headlights late at night, I just didn't hear a car. I chalked it up to the tv covering up the noise, didn't even give it a second thought.

A few months ago, however, it was late at night once again ( about 3:30 am) and I went downstairs from my room to get a glass of iced tea and some pringles and when I go to walk back to the staircase I freeze, because even though there are no lights in the room and it's dark ( not technically pitchblack, there was some mild light from a hallway around the corner, I could make out basic shapes, there seemed to be a roughly man sized patch of space *right* in front of the stairway that was just *darker* than all the space around it. It didn't have features, like arms or whatever, it just kind of looked like a 6 foot tall blob of space darker than the rest of the space around it. I just closed my eyes, walked through it, then went upstairs. I found it a notable experience and wanted to get back to my computer to talk to somebody ( kind of feel less alone) and my cable connection was down, which kind of added to the freakitude. The cable connection came back up about 35 minutes later, though. Probably just a routine outage. It still isn't anything I could really qualify as a paranormal experience, as opposed to a trick of the eyes.

Now, as for the rest of my family, they *all* seem to have paranormal experiences, most of which come from one house that me and a large deal of my extended family used to live at.

There was a point in my life when I was about 6 that many members of my extended family were doing sort of poorly, financially, and I lived in a house with my grandmother, my parents, my uncle george, my uncle harry, and my two cousins (whom my grandmother took care of, because both of their parents died in separate occurrences. That has nothing to do with the stories, however)

Every last person but me and my mother claims to have had numerous paranormal experiences in that house.

My grandmother, who wakes up two hours earlier than everybody in the house, claimed that when she turned into the kitchen, there was an old man at the liquor cabinet, drinking the whiskey. My grandmother, ( who *never* drinks, if that's what you may be thinking) showed the bottle to the rest of the family, and a significant dent had been made in it.

Both of my cousins said that the rocking chair on the porch would *very* abruptly stop and start all the time, as if somebody had plopped down into it or grabbed it to stop it. They *and both uncles* claimed to have had seen an old man walking through the house at various times..

My dad, while up late one night, said a puppy jumped onto his bed, looking very friendly and playful, it walked up to my dad, circles a bit, and just laid down. My dad reaches to pet it, and he said it just faded away as his hand got to it.

Some older cousins I have ( who didn't live there but often came to do housework fo ra few extra bucks) said they sometimes heard faint barking from inside the garage, and while cleaning it once, found a tape recorder among the pile of junk that was left behind when we bought the house.

On the recorder you could clearly hear a family ( parents, children, and an old man) as well as two different dogs barking.

They still don't like people bringing up that house, I have nothing but pleasant memories, but it apparently was a very unnerving house for everybody else.

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Silent Scream
by Liz

When my mother was in her late teens/early 20s, she lived with a friend of hers in a very small apartment. This apartment was so small, she says, that it was only about two steps from the living room couch to the front door. Also they lived on the bottom floor on a street that never saw much action. One evening she and her friend/roommate were watching TV or conversing when my mom happened to look out the window next to the front door. What she saw horrified her.

There was a man's face that was pure white (as if painted) with a "scream" frozen on his face. She says "it was as if he was yelling, but there was no noise and his face didn't move." The silent scream? My mom hates being scared, so naturally she got angry and swung open the door... no one was there. The road was empty and no kid playing a prank could run that fast.

Stunned, she told her friend what just happened. As she finished her tale the phone rang... it was the hospital. Her mom had just had a stroke.

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And thank you for your contributions, Validus. One last one for tonight, from paranormal.about.com of course.

Lost Time
by Douglas

This story takes place in Austintown, Ohio on Route 76 back in 1981. I was 20. Dad asked me if I wanted to look at a house that was for rent. The next morning we went to his mom's house at 5:00 for some coffee. She asked what we were doing out so early. Dad told her that we were meeting a realtor at at 6:00. At 5:30, we left getting to the house a couple minutes before 6.

As we pulled in the drive, we noticed the yard had not been cared for. The house was a rectangular two-story dwelling with front windows only on the second floor. As we got out of the van, it was a quiet, calm day except for two kids laughing in the back yard. We figured it was the neighbor kids from across the street. As we approached the back of the house, there was a swing set with two swings. They were swinging in opposite directions with nobody on them. There was laughter of a boy and a girl. Another quick glance and the swings were still. Dad asked if I had seen that. I had.

We proceeded back to the side of the house. We passed the garage. It had two wooden doors with small glass panes. We looked in the window. The garage had a dirt floor and was empty. We walked up to the side porch. The door was unlocked so we went inside.
Dad turned on the switch, but no lights came on. I tried a few with no luck. The inside of the house was weird. There was a large room with doorways branching off. The living room was like none I had ever seen. It was about 10x40 with no windows except for the small one in the door. I went back into where dad was. He was trying to open the basement door, which was locked. Dad asked if I was ready to go. Instead of leaving, he went into the living room and stared out the front door window for about three or four minutes. I was about to go upstairs when I got an eerie feeling. So, I stayed in the main area.

Dad then came out and asked if I was ready to go again. At that point, dad made the remark that we hadn't tried that door. We had. It was the locked basement door. He turned the knob and the door opened. The hair on the back of my kneck stood up. Now I was getting scared. Dad flipped the light switch and it came on. I was wondering why the other lights didn't come on earlier. Dad proceeded to go down the steps, but I was leary. I went down. The basement was small. There was an old wringer washer with a loaded revolver on the lid. It was like the silver and ivory-handled cap guns that kids use today. I picked it up four inches off the lid and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light cord moving. The lights went out and the door slammed shut. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. I felt aimlessly for my dad. Holding his shirt, we went up the stairs. At the top, he stopped and let out a blood-curdling scream. It made my blood run cold. I pushed him and he pushed the door open. All the lights were on and it was dark outside.

After jumping in the van, dad turned the headlights on. The garage doors were open. There was a lamb lying on the dirt floor with its throat slashed, jerking violently. Blood was running into the dirt.

When we arrived back at my grandmother's, it was 2:30 a.m. She asked where we had been all day. We had lost 21 hours in five minutes time in the basement. Later, we drove past the house and all the doors were shut and the lights were out. When I would ask dad about what he had seen, he would cuddle in the corner and shake like a kid crying. To this day, I don't know what he saw and I don't want to know. Since he has passed away, I will never know.

When I went back in 1987, to see if the house was still there, it was boarded up. There was a large FBI sign on the house stating that for your own safety, stay out. I'm going back in July, 2004 to see if the house is still there.

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You know, ghosts always seemed sort of weird to me, why would they do the stuff they do? why is it they play out the events that happened to them prior to their death? and why is it they do it in front of living people? I always wondered what, exactly, a ghost is.

Judging by what they do, I'd say ghosts are a kind of mentality, that one memory of them dying over and over again, looping forever and ever, maybe it's their memory's mixing with our minds, like their memory's are transfered to our mind, and we see weird things like someone running down a hall or someone scared out of their mind.

Once again, however, this doesn't explain things like ghosts in pictures or weird recorded sounds. maybe ghosts are like a entity that's made up of nothing but memory's, that stays in the place they left it in, that's probably the entity coming in contact with the object in question.

Of course I could be wrong, can't everyone? I'm just trying to think up an explanation, but there might not be one, who knows?
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Fort Vancouver High School - When the school was built in the 1930's a maintenance man died while putting up a basketball hoop 40 feet in the air his ladder broke and he fell to his death...Some people say that late at night when you are in the gym you can hear the sound of a ladder falling and a loud crash along with a man falling from what looks like thin air and when he hits the ground you hear a loud crack...one of the past teachers that worked there said to a couple of the new teachers that they saw the same thing, plus when the went to look at the man they saw his bones poking out of his neck then he disappeared into thin air.

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I went to that High School!!!
I never knew about that ghost.

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Bump, Wonderful board by the way, very creepy...
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Great story guys! I've finally read through all the the pages, heh! I've started reading like last week i think but my ADSL service was down shortly after that and I can't dig out any time to finish the reading until now, in my collage's computer lab. I have a few stuff to share too, I'll try to summarise everything in one post since I don't know when will I able to check out you guys again so here goes!

My paranormal encounters aren't as scary as many people here had experience though, in fact, I don't really know if they're considered paranormal. Anyway it happens to me even when I was just a kid. Every night, when its pitch black, I can see a faint glowing figures, its something like those illusions your eyes see when you look into a light source and you turn it off immediately. The figure, that appears in many random shape, sometimes humanoid form. They always appear and hold still at one place for a few seconds, then its as they were "swimming" upwards and disappear in mid-air. I've only told a handful of friends about this, mostly unable to find the words to describe it, and most of them would get really freaked out. But I'm not afraid of those things myself, it happens to me too often and I really though its actually normal. (Because there's once when I can hear this loud beating sound in the middle of the night, I got really scared until someone told me its actually my own heart-beat, somehow affected my ears or something. :))

To describe it in details, it appears when the surrounding it totally or nearly pitch black. It would appear to be faint in the beginning, but when I try to focus on them, they become clearer and clearer until it would disrupt my vision before they disappear. Some of the friend told me its an eye disease, where you would have problem seeing things in the dark. I might be, but I can see tings in the dark very well, and if I try not to focus on them when they appears, they will remain a faint glow and disappear. A few years ago, I've finally got bad eyes, a great price for sitting in front of the computer and tv for too long, I've spoken the problem to an eye specialist and he did some test on me and confirmed that I have no color blind or whatever eye dicease they call it.(phew!) He told me they're just illusions. I still experience this sort of things until now.

I hope you guys understand what I'm trying to tell you guys. Dang its a simple situation and I have to write so demm long to describe it, that why I've always hesitate to tell the others.

Also, for people who hunting for all the ghost and paranormal movies, I've got just the thing for ya. Its not a movie, but its an anime - Serial Experiments Lain. Its the best paranormal anime I've ever watched, I've een bought her DVD set. All hail Lain!!! Its not suppose to be a horror type anime though, just paranormal, and it will make you thinking. A very interesting anime that I think everyone should watch it, there's also other thing why I like this anime so much, I'm not gonna point it out now heh! Discover it yourself if you wanto. ^_^

Also, about half a year ago, someone come out with the 2 topic with the similar title of "Scary Asian Story". Great topics both hit 500 posts. One of the poster created a site and summarise all the great stories, like the Red Eye. I've lost his url unfortunately, I hope somebody here can repost the URL again, you guys should check that out too.

As I've mention early I'm in the computer lab and the air conditioning here are operating at an insane level, I have cold air blowing on me since I'm sitting here and I really think the temperature here has dropped to 19-20 degree celcius and I wear is a thin t-shirt, my fingers are ffffrrreeeeezing, I'ma getting outta here now. I hope I can get back to you guys soon.

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Want to see really freaky.....check this out.

http://ghoststudy.com/monthly/oct04/amityville.htm

Right, where do I start...Basically, me and my girlfriend have experienced a few ghostly experiences before, so we decided to find some local ghost stories and see if they were real.

First off, my stories. This first one is when I was at work. I wash the dishes at my local pub, but the business wasn't great one day and I ended up doing little work in my 4-hour shift. Anyhoo, I was sitting on a desk, and suddenly the door slams shut. Wierd things start to happen, like the door leading to the kitchen opens and shuts. I freak, and then see this glowing picture in the window, which made my heart pound. I tell one of the waitresses (whose parents own the pub) and she shows me this picture. It shows two men standing after a gold game (I think), in the 1800s. To my shock, the man on the left is the man who I saw in the window. She then goes on to say that he caught a terrible virus whilst at the pub (which was then his house), and he'd recently left his wife to come over here. He died within 3 days but his body wasn't found for 2 weeks. Anyways, this man was the great-great grandfather to the waitress.

For the record, this is a British ghost, in my local city of Carlisle, Cumbria
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WOW, thats gotta be the the best 9 pages I've ever read.
Seriously, BEST.TOPIC.EVER...And it probably will stay that way.
btw you know that picture with the soldiers, I've seen that picture before and I read that the face look suspiciously like a man that recently died at that military base. I think he got caught in a propeller or something.
You say that Ringu was based on a true story, could anyone give me some more info on that. I mean, did she live in a well for 60 years and nobody ever heard her or found out about her, how come she didn't starve?

Anyway, thanks for a great thread you guys.
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Dammit, sorry I've been gone for so long. Moved out of my house, into my own pad, and the place doesn't have DSL. So, I'm back here playing catch up. Nice topic still!
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I went to that High School!!!
I never knew about that ghost.

=P Gooooo Trappers!
Anyway, yeah. Most people don't talk about it. It's kinda on the downlow.
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As most things like this are. Not many people like to talk about ghosts, for fear of being labled "crazy."
I love the fact I can see or feel spirits, but sometimes it can be scary.

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Thanks for the scares!
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No no, I never said that Ring (I refuse to say it any other way. When I first watched it I pronounced it Ring :P) was based off a true story :) I think you misheard me. What I said was, in later spinoffs and such it was revealed that Sadako had lived longer than anyone had thought, maybe sixty or seventy years inside of that well. I'm pretty sure I saw that in the spinoff the Spiral, but if you want canon read the book.
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Oh, i'm sorry, I must have read it to fast.

And that story you told about a doll that told things into a mans ear and then they really happened.
I read a book by Stephen King thats about the same thing, almost the same ending and all to.
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Zasraik, from your first post I can tell it was just a nightmare.
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Bump.
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This one has been goin around for quite some time now but I'll ost it anyway.

ANCIENT CHINESE TORTURE

A young man was lost wandering in a forest, when he came upon a small house. He knocked on the door and was greeted by an ancient Chinese man with a long, grey beard. "I'm lost," said the man. "Can you put me up for the night?"
"Certainly," the Chinese man said, "but on one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter, I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man."

"Ok," said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old as well, and entered the house.

Before dinner, the daughter came down the stairs. She was young,beautiful, and had a fantastic figure. She was obviously attracted to the young man since she couldn't keep her eyes off him during the meal. Remembering the old man's warning, he ignored her and went up to bed alone. But during he night, he could bear it no longer, and sneaked into her room for a night of passion. He was careful to keep everything quiet so the old man wouldn't hear. Near dawn he crept back to his room, exhausted, but happy.

He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a large rock on his chest with a note on it that read, "Chinese Torture 1: Large rock on chest." "Well, that's pretty crappy," he thought. "If that's the best the old man can do then I don't have much to worry about." He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window and threw the boulder out. As he did so he noticed another note on it that read: "Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle." In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was already getting close to the end. Figuring that a few broken bones was better than castration, he jumped out of the window after the boulder. As he plummeted downward he saw a large sign on the ground that read, "Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bedpost."

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Spooky bump...

That last one doesn't have anything to do with ghosts...
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ghosts don't exist
you people are gullible
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REIGNING KING OF THE FALCO EMPIRE. OBEY ME!

Bumpage from a Ghost

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If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten.

Dear Mister Fett,

The Falco Empire doesn't exist, you're stupid (there, I said it).
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Hey! I got a great idea! lets call each other stupid back and forth! that will accomplish a lot of stuff , like nothing.
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Got a story, I typed it up on an other topic, but it fits in here.

There is this house across the street from my parents' house, that everyone on the block calls the "Vampire's House." You never saw anyone enter or leave during the day, and at night, the only lights came from the basement.
At the time of this, I still lived at home. The family who lived there had just moved suddenly. No moving vans were seen, no one saw them packing. Just gone, in one day.
About six months later, no one had moved into the house, even though it was for rent, cheap. I decided to get a group of my friends together to investigate. So we get outside the back door, and everybody but me chickens out. I go in, but everybody else stays outside, to keep watch. I went to the upstairs first, just to eliminate anyone hiding out up there. Nothing interesting, but there was a feeling of being watched.
Then I moved downstairs to the first floor. There was nothing there except some black candles in the kitchen, and some splattered wax, from a knocked over tray of candles. The feeling of being watched was stronger.
Then there was the basement... The basement was as large as the whole first floor, wide open. No walls, except the foundation. The room was barely lit by the small windows at ground level. There was nothing in the room but some more black candles on the floor, and a large circle on the floor of some greyish-white powder, with some writing I recognised from a copy of the REAL Necronomicon, which my grandfather had. In this circle there lay two halberds, a type of pole-arm. There was a missing section of one of them. As I reached to pick them up, there was that being watched feeling again, but this time, it was almost a physical presence in the room. It started to moan, then roared. Naturally, I took off running, halberds in hands.
I never went back in to investigate further, but the house has had several tennants in the ten years since then. None of them stayed for more than a year, and most left in a hurry.
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Do you still posses the halbert? O_o It would be cool if you could get some pics. Anyway, here's another story about a guy and his caving experience. Its old, but its still a good read. No jokes this time.

http://www.holyshiite.com/caver/

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I recognised from a copy of the REAL Necronomicon, which my grandfather had.

Ie! Ie! Cthulhu Fhtagn!

Not to sound rude or anything, but I'd be interested to know how your grandfather had a "real Necronomicon", when the real Necronomicon doesn't exist. Nor does Necronomicon really even translate to anything comprehensible. You could, I suppose, be talking about either of the "spellbooks" released as the Necronomicon, one of which is worthless and the other of which is just Sumerian myths and rites warped slightly as to not seem completely Sumerian in nature.
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*sweet tagging action*
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"Yeah, like how to sell it!" - zachgreen

About that caving thing, uh, at one point it cut off, not like it didn't say Next, but when i clicked next it just said the page cannot be founf, what gives?
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well, it just stopped there, no more, he never finish the story.
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Keep the good topic up!
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Le bump.
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That Caving story is really interesting once u get near the end (I found page 9 the most interesting of them all)

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Im alone in my house, its dark and I just read most of this topic and all that cave story so I am ****ing myself at the moment.

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Bump, it looks like this topic will be dying soon.
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Bump. :( Yeah, it does seem like it'll be dying. I've run out of things worth speaking of myself, being as I've been too busy fighting an Animal Crossing addiction to do much of anything else.
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"If I was a woman, I'd have to piss every 1d6 rounds." --adamg0d

None ghost related but true story. *warning* sick content.

A girl gave her boyfriend an oral *** and a few days later her mouth started having bumps under and over her tongue.

She went to see a doctor and he found some unhatched eggs under her skin and some larva (worms) as well. She had maggots growing in her mouth.

Eventually she told the doctor what happened a few days ago. He said that this would only be possible if her boyfriend previously had *** with a dead body or animal.

Well, her boyfriend works at a morgue too :(
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