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Post by Dontrocktheboat on Feb 22, 2017 13:24:33 GMT
A campout where my friends had this tape recorder and were trying to do a seance. When we played it back: If you you can hear us, we are not dead.
Freaky, I know. We loaded it up to youtube, but the channel never received hits and I think they took it down.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 22, 2017 21:51:45 GMT
A campout where my friends had this tape recorder and were trying to do a seance. When we played it back: If you you can hear us, we are not dead. Freaky, I know. We loaded it up to youtube, but the channel never received hits and I think they took it down. Good ghost story; actually, it reminds me of a story that was told by a girl I used to work with. Any way you can upload it here? I'm unduly fascinated by this stuff.
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Post by Dontrocktheboat on Feb 22, 2017 21:55:16 GMT
I'll see if one of my girlfriends still have it. I hope uploading a recording is the same as images.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 21:56:54 GMT
A campout where my friends had this tape recorder and were trying to do a seance. When we played it back: If you you can hear us, we are not dead. Freaky, I know. We loaded it up to youtube, but the channel never received hits and I think they took it down. Good ghost story; actually, it reminds me of a story that was told by a girl I used to work with. Any way you can upload it here? I'm unduly fascinated by this stuff. Unfortunately, so am I. It scares me but I like reading about it.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 22, 2017 21:57:41 GMT
One of the scariest things for me was a few years ago when I had several hypnopompic hallucinations over the span of a week. A hypnopompic hallucination is something you see as you are awakening from sleep. It's not really there, but you are seeing it as if it were real. (It is different from sleep paralysis in that you are able to move and react to what you are seeing). Spiders are a common theme among these type of hallucinations for some reason, and that's exactly what I saw as well. The last one I had was particularly frightening because I woke up to this abnormally huge spider that was almost as big as my bedroom door that it was latched onto. That must have been horrible for you; thank you for being open enough to share it. I have never experienced hypnopompic hallucinations, but I have experienced both sleep paralysis and night terrors. In the former case, I saw the " shadow man" that some people have seen while in night terrors. I do not believe it was supernatural, but I will say it is terrifying. Night terrors, however, seem ever worse, at least to me, though, thanks be to God, I've only experienced them once. They are like nightmares, except indescribable, and fill you with such--well!--such terror that you can hardly breathe. I woke up that night screaming something--you will forgive how silly it sounds--about numbers, and something out to get me. That's all I really know. But sleep is quite scary, is it not, because you can't control yourself or anything else while you're in its midst. Sorry if that scares anyone tonight!
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 22, 2017 22:07:14 GMT
Good ghost story; actually, it reminds me of a story that was told by a girl I used to work with. Any way you can upload it here? I'm unduly fascinated by this stuff. Unfortunately, so am I. It scares me but I like reading about it. My thoughts exactly, though perhaps the fact that we simultaneously are scared by and like something is not too inexplicable. There is a large literature (see, in particular, Joseph Campbell's work) on the human quest for the mysterious, the unknown, the numinous; we long for it because we long for a knowledge of grander, higher things than the mere humdrum of daily life. Our desire for being scared, our shock of pleasure at a horror movie or even a creepy, eerie tale, do scare us and worry us, but also reinforce that search for the numinous. There's a passage in The Wind in the Willows that bears some repeating. Rat and Mole are about to meet the god Pan, the wild, untamed Lord of Nature: "'Rat!' he [Mole] found breath to whisper, shaking. 'Are you afraid? 'Afraid?' murmured the Rat... . 'Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet—and yet—O, Mole, I am afraid!'"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 22:42:24 GMT
Unfortunately, so am I. It scares me but I like reading about it. There's a passage in The Wind in the Willows that bears some repeating. Rat and Mole are about to meet the god Pan, the wild, untamed Lord of Nature: "'Rat!' he [Mole] found breath to whisper, shaking. 'Are you afraid? 'Afraid?' murmured the Rat... . 'Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet—and yet—O, Mole, I am afraid!'" How wonderful this book is.
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Post by scabab on Feb 22, 2017 23:17:05 GMT
Probably the time when I was like 10 years old and it was summer and I'd just come out my house and went around the corner with a friend who was a year younger.
There was an umbrella just on the pavement. Literally about 10 meters across the road there was a car with two muslims standimg outside the car, one in the back seat and one at the driving wheel.
One of them called out to us to ask if we could pass the umbrella to them. Immediate danger sign, I turned around bolted back to my house.
I looked over my shoulder to see if they were chasing us when I see that my friend had actually picked up the umbrella and was halfway across the road to them.
I remember shouting something at him that caused him to drop it and run. We thankfully got back to my house.
But yeah my friend in particular was extremely lucky and I practically saved his life because if I hadn't shouted him those men would have shoved him in that car and nobody would have heard from him again.
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Post by juicebox07 on Feb 23, 2017 6:47:07 GMT
One of the scariest things for me was a few years ago when I had several hypnopompic hallucinations over the span of a week. A hypnopompic hallucination is something you see as you are awakening from sleep. It's not really there, but you are seeing it as if it were real. (It is different from sleep paralysis in that you are able to move and react to what you are seeing). Spiders are a common theme among these type of hallucinations for some reason, and that's exactly what I saw as well. The last one I had was particularly frightening because I woke up to this abnormally huge spider that was almost as big as my bedroom door that it was latched onto. That must have been horrible for you; thank you for being open enough to share it. I have never experienced hypnopompic hallucinations, but I have experienced both sleep paralysis and night terrors. In the former case, I saw the " shadow man" that some people have seen while in night terrors. I do not believe it was supernatural, but I will say it is terrifying. Night terrors, however, seem ever worse, at least to me, though, thanks be to God, I've only experienced them once. They are like nightmares, except indescribable, and fill you with such--well!--such terror that you can hardly breathe. I woke up that night screaming something--you will forgive how silly it sounds--about numbers, and something out to get me. That's all I really know. But sleep is quite scary, is it not, because you can't control yourself or anything else while you're in its midst. Sorry if that scares anyone tonight! I awake from sleep in the middle of the night and saw a "shadow man" before too. I stared at it for a few seconds and then it faded away. It was probably just a hallucination though.
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Post by naterdawg on Feb 24, 2017 22:25:49 GMT
This is an absolutely TRUE story:
I had an unusual occurrence happen to me when I was 7 years old. Even now, I have no explanation for what happened, but I DO know that it did happen and in broad daylight, too! The memory is still crystal clear, and every time summer rolls around, I find my thoughts returning to that long ago August day in 1960.
I lived on a dead end street then, at the top of a hill. The road just dropped off into a wooded gully, and behind that, the forest seemed to go on endlessly. One side of our house faced those woods, and I'd oftentimes lean out of my upstairs bedroom window and watch the trees sway and shiver in the wind. My best friends lived directly across from us, and their house, too, bordered the woods (except completely opposite, obviously).
One very hot summery afternoon, I went over to my friends and was told by their mom that they were taking a nap. This always struck me as funny--my parents never made me take a nap after eating, but this mom was a true believer in letting the stomach "rest" after a meal. Anyway, I was bored and decided to wait for them to finish their nap...so, I saw where they'd lined up a few child-size folding chairs along the edge of the woods and sat in one. My back was to the woods, and I was directly facing the side of their house.
As I sat there alone, I became aware that everything became deathly quiet. It was one of those hot days when sounds seemed distant--a dog yapping, a car horn--but far removed from my reality. And as I relaxed, I became aware of something else: a rustling in the trees behind me. Actually, more like a snapping and crackling. My first thought was that a squirrel was bouncing from tree limb to tree limb.
Then, I turned to see if I could find the squirrel. As I did, I saw, approximately 12 or so feet behind me, a kid (whom I didn't know) staring at me from behind a tree. He had dark hair, was about 10 years old, and smiled when my eyes met his. But I got the distinct impression that he hadn't been smiling until that very moment.
Now, a kid skulking through the woods isn't a big deal, but when I tell you what was unusual about this particular kid, you'll understand why the incident has haunted me for more than 5 decades.
When he smiled at me, I saw that he had STICKS growing out of his face. Not long sticks, but tiny branches that broke off into several smaller branches. They were all over his face, very similar to Pinhead from the Hellraiser films (though not as dense). As he smiled, they moved, and there was nothing fun in that smile.
Something told me to run, and that's exactly what I did. I ran back home and into the house. Hours later, my friends came to get me and I related what I'd seen. Of course, they wanted to check it out, so I very cautiously went with them. All we found was three chairs up against the woods, with one turned FACING the woods. When I'd left, that chair (the one I'd been sitting in) was facing the house.
After that, we'd laugh about the "stick boy," but I've never felt comfortable in the woods since. And why? Because I've always had the feeling he was sneaking up on me to "take me," if that makes any sense. The rational part of my mind says "no," but the part where mysteries hold sway tells me he was part of the woods, a sprite, or something else just as weird.
I've told this story many, many times over the years, and the reactions always fall into two categories: either it frightens, or the people listening dismiss it as a childhood fantasy. But it wasn't a fantasy. It really happened.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 24, 2017 23:10:23 GMT
This is an absolutely TRUE story: I had an unusual occurrence happen to me when I was 7 years old. Even now, I have no explanation for what happened, but I DO know that it did happen and in broad daylight, too! The memory is still crystal clear, and every time summer rolls around, I find my thoughts returning to that long ago August day in 1960. I lived on a dead end street then, at the top of a hill. The road just dropped off into a wooded gully, and behind that, the forest seemed to go on endlessly. One side of our house faced those woods, and I'd oftentimes lean out of my upstairs bedroom window and watch the trees sway and shiver in the wind. My best friends lived directly across from us, and their house, too, bordered the woods (except completely opposite, obviously). One very hot summery afternoon, I went over to my friends and was told by their mom that they were taking a nap. This always struck me as funny--my parents never made me take a nap after eating, but this mom was a true believer in letting the stomach "rest" after a meal. Anyway, I was bored and decided to wait for them to finish their nap...so, I saw where they'd lined up a few child-size folding chairs along the edge of the woods and sat in one. My back was to the woods, and I was directly facing the side of their house. As I sat there alone, I became aware that everything became deathly quiet. It was one of those hot days when sounds seemed distant--a dog yapping, a car horn--but far removed from my reality. And as I relaxed, I became aware of something else: a rustling in the trees behind me. Actually, more like a snapping and crackling. My first thought was that a squirrel was bouncing from tree limb to tree limb. Then, I turned to see if I could find the squirrel. As I did, I saw, approximately 12 or so feet behind me, a kid (whom I didn't know) staring at me from behind a tree. He had dark hair, was about 10 years old, and smiled when my eyes met his. But I got the distinct impression that he hadn't been smiling until that very moment. Now, a kid skulking through the woods isn't a big deal, but when I tell you what was unusual about this particular kid, you'll understand why the incident has haunted me for more than 5 decades. When he smiled at me, I saw that he had STICKS growing out of his face. Not long sticks, but tiny branches that broke off into several smaller branches. They were all over his face, very similar to Pinhead from the Hellraiser films (though not as dense). As he smiled, they moved, and there was nothing fun in that smile. Something told me to run, and that's exactly what I did. I ran back home and into the house. Hours later, my friends came to get me and I related what I'd seen. Of course, they wanted to check it out, so I very cautiously went with them. All we found was three chairs up against the woods, with one turned FACING the woods. When I'd left, that chair (the one I'd been sitting in) was facing the house. After that, we'd laugh about the "stick boy," but I've never felt comfortable in the woods since. And why? Because I've always had the feeling he was sneaking up on me to "take me," if that makes any sense. The rational part of my mind says "no," but the part where mysteries hold sway tells me he was part of the woods, a sprite, or something else just as weird. I've told this story many, many times over the years, and the reactions always fall into two categories: either it frightens, or the people listening dismiss it as a childhood fantasy. But it wasn't a fantasy. It really happened. Thank you for an excellent and quite scary true story. I know it's sometimes difficult to share these, especially through the Internet with people you don't know personally, so thanks for doing so. I believe you. I've had that one wild experience I documented above, and I've had others that, while not "supernatural" or even all that "scary," seemed to indicate a disrupt in the order of things. I should perhaps write down the tale one of these days about my "ESP" experience. Even so, I'm going to play the skeptic because, even though I believe in it, I do try to approach these things skeptically. Does that make sense? Just because there may be ghosts does not mean that every thing is a ghost, in other words. So I'll ask: could it have been a boy who was playing in the woods and had gotten covered with twigs and sticks? I mean, could the tiny branches have been in his hair and attached to the hairs on his arm, and you, already scared, thought of them as growing out? That would explain his appearance and also the movement of the lawn chair, if he moved it for some reason or another. I know that, if you had thought that was possible, you would have written it down, but I just thought I'd ask. Thanks again.
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Post by naterdawg on Feb 25, 2017 1:06:28 GMT
This is an absolutely TRUE story: I had an unusual occurrence happen to me when I was 7 years old. Even now, I have no explanation for what happened, but I DO know that it did happen and in broad daylight, too! The memory is still crystal clear, and every time summer rolls around, I find my thoughts returning to that long ago August day in 1960. I lived on a dead end street then, at the top of a hill. The road just dropped off into a wooded gully, and behind that, the forest seemed to go on endlessly. One side of our house faced those woods, and I'd oftentimes lean out of my upstairs bedroom window and watch the trees sway and shiver in the wind. My best friends lived directly across from us, and their house, too, bordered the woods (except completely opposite, obviously). One very hot summery afternoon, I went over to my friends and was told by their mom that they were taking a nap. This always struck me as funny--my parents never made me take a nap after eating, but this mom was a true believer in letting the stomach "rest" after a meal. Anyway, I was bored and decided to wait for them to finish their nap...so, I saw where they'd lined up a few child-size folding chairs along the edge of the woods and sat in one. My back was to the woods, and I was directly facing the side of their house. As I sat there alone, I became aware that everything became deathly quiet. It was one of those hot days when sounds seemed distant--a dog yapping, a car horn--but far removed from my reality. And as I relaxed, I became aware of something else: a rustling in the trees behind me. Actually, more like a snapping and crackling. My first thought was that a squirrel was bouncing from tree limb to tree limb. Then, I turned to see if I could find the squirrel. As I did, I saw, approximately 12 or so feet behind me, a kid (whom I didn't know) staring at me from behind a tree. He had dark hair, was about 10 years old, and smiled when my eyes met his. But I got the distinct impression that he hadn't been smiling until that very moment. Now, a kid skulking through the woods isn't a big deal, but when I tell you what was unusual about this particular kid, you'll understand why the incident has haunted me for more than 5 decades. When he smiled at me, I saw that he had STICKS growing out of his face. Not long sticks, but tiny branches that broke off into several smaller branches. They were all over his face, very similar to Pinhead from the Hellraiser films (though not as dense). As he smiled, they moved, and there was nothing fun in that smile. Something told me to run, and that's exactly what I did. I ran back home and into the house. Hours later, my friends came to get me and I related what I'd seen. Of course, they wanted to check it out, so I very cautiously went with them. All we found was three chairs up against the woods, with one turned FACING the woods. When I'd left, that chair (the one I'd been sitting in) was facing the house. After that, we'd laugh about the "stick boy," but I've never felt comfortable in the woods since. And why? Because I've always had the feeling he was sneaking up on me to "take me," if that makes any sense. The rational part of my mind says "no," but the part where mysteries hold sway tells me he was part of the woods, a sprite, or something else just as weird. I've told this story many, many times over the years, and the reactions always fall into two categories: either it frightens, or the people listening dismiss it as a childhood fantasy. But it wasn't a fantasy. It really happened. Thank you for an excellent and quite scary true story. I know it's sometimes difficult to share these, especially through the Internet with people you don't know personally, so thanks for doing so. I believe you. I've had that one wild experience I documented above, and I've had others that, while not "supernatural" or even all that "scary," seemed to indicate a disrupt in the order of things. I should perhaps write down the tale one of these days about my "ESP" experience. Even so, I'm going to play the skeptic because, even though I believe in it, I do try to approach these things skeptically. Does that make sense? Just because there may be ghosts does not mean that every thing is a ghost, in other words. So I'll ask: could it have been a boy who was playing in the woods and had gotten covered with twigs and sticks? I mean, could the tiny branches have been in his hair and attached to the hairs on his arm, and you, already scared, thought of them as growing out? That would explain his appearance and also the movement of the lawn chair, if he moved it for some reason or another. I know that, if you had thought that was possible, you would have written it down, but I just thought I'd ask. Thanks again. I've been asked that very same question--could it have been some boy from the neighborhood who was probably looking at you through some branches? And all I can say is, I knew every kid in that neighborhood, and I'd never seen him before. He'd obviously been sneaking up on me. Why? Let's say he was a complete stranger from some other neighborhood, what could he accomplish by sneaking up on me? The yard I was sitting in could've been mine, so I don't know why a strange kid would try to scare me on my own property, especially if I had the potential to kick the crap out of him. Thing is, the "atmosphere" of that occurrence is what stays with me. How the day suddenly became so quiet. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of something moving through the trees behind me. That's why I'd turned, to see what was making that noise. Well, it wasn't a squirrel, it was that kid walking through the dead leaves on the forest floor. Over the years, I've wondered just what it could've been, looking at it from a supernatural angle. I've always found the woods eerie, with their quietness and large expanse. I truly think he was a creature of those woods, perhaps a sprite or even a wendigo. Whatever the case, I'm glad he didn't get me, or else I wouldn't be writing these words!
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 25, 2017 2:46:06 GMT
Thank you for an excellent and quite scary true story. I know it's sometimes difficult to share these, especially through the Internet with people you don't know personally, so thanks for doing so. I believe you. I've had that one wild experience I documented above, and I've had others that, while not "supernatural" or even all that "scary," seemed to indicate a disrupt in the order of things. I should perhaps write down the tale one of these days about my "ESP" experience. Even so, I'm going to play the skeptic because, even though I believe in it, I do try to approach these things skeptically. Does that make sense? Just because there may be ghosts does not mean that every thing is a ghost, in other words. So I'll ask: could it have been a boy who was playing in the woods and had gotten covered with twigs and sticks? I mean, could the tiny branches have been in his hair and attached to the hairs on his arm, and you, already scared, thought of them as growing out? That would explain his appearance and also the movement of the lawn chair, if he moved it for some reason or another. I know that, if you had thought that was possible, you would have written it down, but I just thought I'd ask. Thanks again. I've been asked that very same question--could it have been some boy from the neighborhood who was probably looking at you through some branches? And all I can say is, I knew every kid in that neighborhood, and I'd never seen him before. He'd obviously been sneaking up on me. Why? Let's say he was a complete stranger from some other neighborhood, what could he accomplish by sneaking up on me? The yard I was sitting in could've been mine, so I don't know why a strange kid would try to scare me on my own property, especially if I had the potential to kick the crap out of him. Thing is, the "atmosphere" of that occurrence is what stays with me. How the day suddenly became so quiet. I couldn't hear anything but the sound of something moving through the trees behind me. That's why I'd turned, to see what was making that noise. Well, it wasn't a squirrel, it was that kid walking through the dead leaves on the forest floor. Over the years, I've wondered just what it could've been, looking at it from a supernatural angle. I've always found the woods eerie, with their quietness and large expanse. I truly think he was a creature of those woods, perhaps a sprite or even a wendigo. Whatever the case, I'm glad he didn't get me, or else I wouldn't be writing these words! I mean, arguably, it could have been someone you didn't know in the neighborhood or a visitor in the neighborhood, just as you were visiting your friend. Boys do tend to sneak up on each other (at least, I did when playing), even when they don't know each other. Kinda like a cowboys-and-Indians kind of thing? But I'm going to defer to your thoughts on it, because you were there and I wasn't. It seems that people who are only-skeptics (the folks who would never, ever admit in a million years that there's even the faintest possibility of something supernatural/paranormal) wildly underestimate feeling, emotion, and intuition. However one believes they got there, creation, evolution, or something else (I'm not going to go into that debate!), they are powerful and often accurate reactions of the human mind. If you truly felt a very sinister atmosphere, for apparently no reason, I would say that something strange was indeed going on. A few quick words on my own thoughts, just to clarify. I wrote before that "I don't really believe in that stuff," and by and large I don't. That is to say, as I wrote before, if someone came to me and said she had a ghost in her house, I would originally start looking for alternate explanations. But I also believe that I don't have all the answers, and I am open to the possibility of the super- or preternatural.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 25, 2017 2:49:21 GMT
On the subject of atmosphere, I know first hand how powerful it is. This story is a bit more "story-shaped," if less scary or even obviously supernatural, than the one in Venice.
There is a property near where I live called the "Gardiner Farm." It is still a working farm, but around fifty years ago it was owned by the Gardiners, four siblings (two sisters and two brothers) who never married and just all lived together, farming and selling their goods from their front porch. When they died, they left the house and grounds to the county, which, as noted, still uses it for a working farm. There is a fun, silly event there every year called the "Pickle Festival." The farmhouse is closed now, but it used to be open for tours during the festival.
Well! About 150 years ago, the four siblings' grandparents had lived in the farmhouse, where they murdered by a mute servant. When I went on a tour of the house, everyone took pictures of the fireplace, where the two of them had had their heads bashed in.
Then we entered another room. I was immediately struck by a terrible feeling of coldness (yup, I know, it's as cliched as it gets), a nasty, sickening feeling in the air. I felt that my throat was closing up on me (though it felt quite different from an allergic reaction, which I have had many times as well). I had to leave the room. When the rest of the group came out, I asked the tour guide if anything had happened in the room.
"No," she said, confused. "The murder happened around the fireplace, as I said."
"But nothing has happened in that room?"
She shook her head no.
We explored the rest of the house, and it was fascinating, but I still had qualms about that room. So, as I was leaving, I asked one of the older tour guides if she knew anything that had happened in that room.
"No...no..." she murmured, pensively.
"Nothing?"
"Well... Well, that was the room where they laid the corpses for the wake."
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Post by Dontrocktheboat on Feb 25, 2017 2:50:40 GMT
Hey Sal. Update: I talked with my best friend and she will check her tapes for it. If anyone still has it,vshe will.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 25, 2017 3:02:38 GMT
Hey Sal. Update: I talked with my best friend and she will check her tapes for it. If anyone still has it,vshe will. Thanks. By the way, still no response from the Mandela Effect lady. I don't know if she'd have a non-American example even if she did respond.
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Post by Dontrocktheboat on Feb 25, 2017 3:24:33 GMT
That is what I fear. I like to believe it, but I need more evidence from the countries. I saw some of your examples and so far all easily explained.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 25, 2017 21:17:07 GMT
Some 12 years ago, I was in my parents computer room fooling around with a friends' cellphone camera. It was one of the early ones, so you could only take pictures with it and the quality was obviously shít. I had it in camera mode while watching the room through the display, when all of a sudden I saw this woman in Victorian clothes standing in a corner smiling at me. At this point I didn't freak out, so I looked up to see if anything was there, which it wasn't. Then I put my eyes on the display again and to my surprise she was still there, smiling at me. NOW I freaked out (note: as I just typed 'now' I somehow accidentally posted this message without using my mouse... ), dropped the phone, ran screaming into my parents living room and threw myself into their sofa, just sitting there staring and shaking while they wondered wtf was going on. Too bad I freaked out and never took a picture, but I was a bit hungover that day so nothing would've probably shown on that picture anyway. Just my head messing with me, I guess. Pretty darn' spooky, Mike. I know you've got a skeptical explanation at the bottom of your post, but is there any kind of history to the house? The possibility that anyone died there, etc.? I just ask because I do enjoy investigating these stories.
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Post by goldilocksinthezone on Feb 25, 2017 23:36:43 GMT
I try not to pay attention. I live alone now so it's important to not be scared Do you leave the radio or television on or have a pet for companionship?
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Post by Blue on Feb 26, 2017 2:01:52 GMT
I try not to pay attention. I live alone now so it's important to not be scared Do you leave the radio or television on or have a pet for companionship? I cant sleep with the radio or TV playing, I need white noise like a fan going. I have a cat, but he's not allowed in my room at night.
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