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bettie_x
Extreme Fanatic Posts: 1570 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 9/6/2002 at 11:05 PM |
This is for vampcourt and all those out there whoīve anxiously waited for a
topic of "ghost stories" to come up to let us all know all the fucked up
crazy undead shit youīve run into!
Iīll start...most of these sorts of things today I can probably attribute
to alcohol, lack of sleep, or partial insanity..but when I was younger,
boring, and unaware of the wonders of alcohol I feel to this day they are
very very real.
Iīm not a clairvoyant, a psychic, a medium....I just displace air and
pollute like every other person.
First time I had witnessed anything particularly frightening, I was a
little girl, in my bedroom, only with a nightlight and my wits to protect
me against the devil under my bed...but he wasnīt under my bed, he was in
my fucking cookie monster doll on my shelf. Little blue cookie bastard
would wait for mom to close the door, then when mom was gone, would maw and
roll his rattly eyes ALL NIGHT.
FUcking sucked, and I blame him for ruining my affection of dolls.
Then we got a oiuja board for xmas from the bastard next door. Mom didnīt
like it, but let us have it anyway. We used it, OFTEN. Then started doing
the bloody mary thing in the bathroom. Scaring the little kids, the big
kids thought, until I looked in the mirror and my neighbors facial
reflection fucking melted off. The bathroom had a barely detectable red
look to it. I didnīt use that bathroom for two years. I was 6.
I would often wake in the night paralysed, with little shadows scurrying in
the corners...a little girlīs nightmares from the movies dad letīs her
watch, but probably shouldnīt.
As everyone should be able to tell, despite fabulous parents, an all
american childhood, and lots of affection, I have a nasty disposition.
Hell, Iīm aries/taurus cusp...whatīd you expect?
Nasty dispositions aparently attract nasty things to their bedrooms. We
had moved to a new freshly built house across the street, and not even a
year had passed until my parents decided my middle sister and I needed
separate rooms before we killed each other. They built me a room in the
garage
I still canīt go into that room comfortably again...I polluted the
atmosphere so badly that even the outer garage near it and the hallway in
the house prompts me to avoid it at all cost. In essence, I brought the
demons TO me.
I woke one night, paralysed again (no biggie) but the familiar buzzing of
bees was not to be heard..just slow sour sounding wheezing. And a whole
new sensation to the paralysis....a pressure on my chest. I wrenched my
head to face front, looking down at my toes only to find a black misty
object obstructing my vision...the clock nearby read 1:02am. I lay there
for the better part of 15 min before "it" had finnished itīs business and I
was able to move again. That fucking sucked.
The following night, determined to not be run out of my own room that I had
customized with bright green/blue paint on the walls, fish stickers, and
ocean treasures, I again lay down to sleep...and wait. I woke again in
about two hours with a sense of pannic. I shot straight up in bed and SAW
a black shaddow rush right across my face. Fucker came to late...missed
me! *nyah*
After about a month of this I opted to sleep on the couch in the main
house. No problems followed me there.
On a lighter note, when I wasnīt being tormented in my sleep by ghastly
little bastards with bad breath, my old black lab that had been hit by a
car a year earlier, who had also resided every night of her life on the
steps outside my room in the garage, would peek her head in to see me every
so often...so I started to leave my door open for her...and the attacks
seemed to stop at her arrival. She was my watch doggie
Hell, even the cats that wouldnīt leave me alone wouldnīt follow me to that
room...and my dog howled whenever she was accidentally shut in.
Friends would not stay in there...even friends that didnīt know about
it.
Most of the other "ghosts" Iīve seen have been in dreams...when my
grandmother died unexpectedly, I was positively ruined. I couldnīt even go
to her funeral, which lead to a guilt that weighed me down month after
month that it passed. One night, I "dreamed" I was in a familiar
room..there were a lot of elderly people, as if at a wake. I felt horribly
out of place...people were eating, talking, hugging, drinking and
socializing...and all of a sudden a little hand tapped my shoulder, I
turned, and there was gram...all 5 feet 90 lbs of her. I instantly began
bawling and she put her little arms around me and I cried that I was sorry
that I couldnīt say goodbye (how cheezy, I know, but hey, I was only 16)
and how I missed her and I couldnīt let her go. She just sort of smiled at
me and laughed and made me feel ridiculous for crying in a good natured
way. She said things were great. She said she had lots of company, that
they got hot baths, lots of good food, and that she wasnīt sad. She said
she was glad to get to see me again, but was upset that I was so
distraught..and said I neednīt be, that she was "okay". Though 6 years
later I still cry when I think of her, but Iīm not guilt ridden, and know
that she knows how much she was to me.
New room, same house, new fun.
The paralysed with the feet thing...
Woke up from a horrid dream to a new familiar horror, paralyzation. I was
still shaky from a dream of being posessed, and hurt from the inside, and
such...very scary shit. Only to wake up unable to talk or move...great.
As I wondered how long it was going to last THIS time, a cold pressure
built up at my feet, I heard a child laugh, and felt little tiny infant
feet RUN up my body. Planted one spectral foot with five spectral piggies
right on the side of my face and OUT my window. The paralysis broke, and
once again, spent the night on the couch.
Tip of the iceberg , folks.....and now, all that sleepwalking/maiming
crap.
You know the rest.
Sooooo now itīs your turn! ____________________ Trapped in time. Surrounded by evil. Low on gas. |
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crash
Occasional Poster Posts: 37 Registered: 27/11/2005 Status: Offline
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posted on 21/12/2005 at 04:08 AM |
I've had quite a few interesting situations occur to me. First of all, when
I was about three years old my great grandmother died. Now, when she was
alive she would give the great grandkids candy that she had stuffed in her
drawers behind her clothes as she wasn't allowed sweets. After she died my
grandmother empty out her dresser but after the funeral little three year
old me wandered off to her room. I come back to find my parents and here I
have my arms full of candy. My parents asked me where I got it and I told
them my grandma Flo gave it to me.
I don't remember that instance however I think I saw her again when I was
around 12. I was sleeping in her old room with the door open. My
grandmother was in her room. I saw a woman walk across the hallway to the
bathroom but something didn't feel right so I called out for my grandma and
she responded from her room, not the bathroom.
Once I was a bit older we lived in this house that had some sort of
poltergeist or something. It did not like glass, whatever it was, as quite
a lot of our glasses would break in the kitchen. We believe that it only
stayed in that room. We had this huge glass jar that we kept cookies in,
sitting on the counter. It was a good five inches away from the edge and
oop... There it goes. Just slides right off the edge and breaks on the
ground. Another time my mother was opening a bottle of wine and the neck of
the bottle broke, leaving a huge "V" shaped shard of glass attached to the
cork... Which then cut into my mother's arm, from elbow to wrist, straight
to the muscle.
My dog would not go into that room. He would stop at the doorway and sniff
around the doorjam. I even attempted to lure him in there with a piece of
steak but he wouldn't have any of that.
While we were living in that house, my mother was walking to the store and
she had to cross this rather busy street. Suddenly this school bus turns
out of nowhere, almost hitting my mother then speeds off. Funny thing was
she was shoved out of the way of this bus as she was standing in front of
it. Later on, after contacting the police about this bus, we find out that
seven of my mother's hairs were caught in the grill of the bus.
Another house... Now, my uncle commited suicide when I was 12 years old. He
was only a couple years older than me so he was more like an older brother.
He oftens visits us in some way or another. One example... Early morning
hours, I'm getting ready for school. Sitting on the couch, putting on my
shoes. We had a stairway going upstairs and on the wall we had tons of
framed pictures. Suddenly this picture of my uncle flies off the wall and
lands about 3 feet away from me... 10 feet away from the wall it was just
hanging on. None of the other pictures were disturbed.
Another house... This one was interesting. This particular house is the
second oldest house on this side of the city. It's incredibly old. I
believed there were three spirits who lived here, also some other spirits
and things that visited from time to time. One morning as I was leaving my
room I paused for a moment outisde the door. I could feel something
standing to the side of me. I could hear breathing and could kind of feel
air moving past my neck. I turn and look in that direction, see nothing,
the turn and walk very fast through the hallway and guess what? The thing
chases me! As I got to the door, I could hear its footsteps running through
the hallway. Fucking Hell, I got through that door and down the stairs of
the deck so fucking fast...
The hallway in that house often had hot spots. If you'd walk through with
bare feet you could often feel places that were much, much warmer than the
rest of the floor. Slightly odd, I suppose.
In this house there was a ring of old fashioned keys. They were just
hanging in the pantry when we moved in. There was probably more than a
dozen of them and I don't believe they were for that particular house, but
for a whole bunch of other houses. Anyway... Not important. One afternoon I
came home from school to find these keys taken off the chain and thrown on
the end table in the living room. I called my dad to ask if he had done
anything with them. To this day we have no idea why they were sitting there
on the table like that. No one, to our knowledge, had been using them. No
one would need to use them anyway. *shrugs*
Another time I was laying in my bed with my friend, talking before
attempting sleep when we suddenly hear this loud, low groan coming from my
closet area. It sounded like the groaning you hear inside huge ships and
such. No one else was awake and there weren't any televisions on or
anything.
One time I was sleeping in my living room while my friend was in my
kitchen, using the computer. Everything was off except for some lights. My
friend suddenly hears talking, seemingly a conversation, coming from the
living room. She ventured in to see if I was awake and there I was, out
like a light. She left shortly after.
At one point my friend lived in the apartment below ours. Same house as the
last few stories. He claims that he'd often hear someone running back and
forth through the hallway upstairs when no one was home.
I'm sure I'm missing some stories here but I don't care to go on any
longer. I'm tired and I work tomorrow. Sleepy time...
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Alugarde
Member Posts: 185 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 23/6/2004 at 08:45 AM |
Once, just as I was walking into the computer room, the moment I was able
to see the entrance into the next room, I saw this creepy ass thing about
the size of my fist, maybe a little larger, that looked like a cross
between a monstrous fly and a bat. When it came into view it was in
mid-flight into the next room, where, once it left my field of vision, I
couldn't find it anymore. Although I was creeped out by the mirror that,
now that I think about it, the thing had been flying straight for.
A couple of times around the house I've seen for a split-second a cat that
we don't have, and then it would disappear. The most notable time was when
I was walking down the stairs I saw a cat sticking it's head out past the
banister, but there was no cat on the other side, and as soon as I saw it,
it just faded out of view. I'm fairly certain its our old cat(s), who I was
too young to remember much of.
A large amount of people in my college who live in dorms have dry erase
boards stuck to their room door. One time, while walking down the hall, I
heard a sudden banging sound, as of someone or something large colliding
with something solid, and I saw the board a room three or four rooms ahead
of me fly (not literally) off the door and land in the middle of the hall.
I knocked on the door in an attempt to tell the resident that their board
had fallen, but no one answered. I'm not sure if that's anything, but I
thought it at least worth mentioning.
One time, walking into the fourth floor study lounge of the same building,
I found every last piece of furniture in the room off in one corner, all
stacked up and balanced in an intricate way so that it looked like if you
moved one piece, the whole thing would collapse.
At the beginning of the same year, some girls down the hall from me
complained that there was a ghost in their room breaking things and groping
them. Wanting a ghost of my own, and wanting to stop the probably
unappreciated groping, I invited the ghost down to my room. The breaking
and groping stopped after I did that, and while nothing of mine was ever
broken or groped, I did often sense a presence on a spot on the wall just
next to where I sat, and somewhere in that room I inexplicably lost a small
purple diamond shaped stone that I fucking liked, and a pair of pants. Tore
the place apart when it came time to move out, and never found either.
On a side note: I'm go to college in Athens, Ohio, the 13th most haunted
place on the planet! Woot! ____________________ l33t is the bastard cousin of contractions. |
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Schizo
Extreme Fanatic Posts: 897 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 23/6/2004 at 02:55 AM |
When we first moved into this apartment, my fiance and I started seeing odd
shadows. There was one in the bathroom doorway, and I felt a chill when I
walked through it, and he and I both, at different times, saw a shadow like
a cat's head poke around the wall dividing the kitchen from the livingroom.
But I kind of wrote it off, because I know how easy it is to fabricate a
"sighting" if you want to. And anyway, this house was only built in the
70's, so it really hasn't had much time to attract much.
But now I am certain that there is Something in this apartment. It's not
bad or scary, but it's here, and I can't explain it away.
Ever since we moved in, my daughter has had trouble going to sleep at
night. She's not used to having her own room. She would scream when we
put her to bed, and cry "No, mommy, no mommy." She would wake up in the
middle of the night and scream, and nothing would quiet her except getting
her up (not an option) or letting her cry herself to sleep, which I
hate.
One night, she woke up after her daddy got home from work. He changed her
diaper, gave her a drink, did everything he could think of to calm her, but
nothing worked. So he had to leave her to cry it out, and he went to play
a video game. A few minutes later, he thought he saw something in the hall
out of the corner of his eye. A white something by her door. He turned to
look at it, but it was gone. At that moment, Riley stopped crying, said
"Hi," and started to introduce her stuffed animals - to someone. Ever
since that night, she has gone to bed willingly, even eagerly, and has
never, not ONCE woken up screaming. It's been two or three weeks, and no
screaming AT ALL! That's better than she's ever done, even in the old
apartment, in our room.
So, it appears, my daughter has a friend.
Oh, and the black shadows disappeared after that night. They were never
very alarming, just a little freaky, but they seem to be gone for good. I
don't know if they were bothering Riley before, and that was part of her
fear. I kind of miss them, but I don't miss the screaming, so no loss
without some gain!
____________________ "You can tell by the scars on my arms and the cracks in my hips and the
dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of
girls." - Dresden Dolls, "Girl Anachronism" |
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ladylilith
Occasional Poster Posts: 19 Registered: 2/5/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 6/6/2004 at 12:47 PM |
I have seen ghosts and had paranormal experiences for as long as I can
remember,but it doesn't really scare me,I think because I've always known
there are other things out there! My Nan and greatgrandmother both had the
gift (second sight),they were in great demand to read the tea leaves and
tell fortunes with playing cards-neither ever used tarot,just an ordinary
deck of playing cards.Both of them saw things other people couldn't,Nan
also used to astral travel,so all this sort of stuff was "normal" to me
(although the priest didn't like it!)
Anyway,to some of my experiences: when my Dad was still alive(he died when
I was 10) I had the bedroom at the front of the house,this room was ALWAYS
icy cold ,even in the height of summer,we couldn't warm it up any way we
tried.There was a cupboard in the wall where my toys were kept,I HATED that
cupboard,don't know why but it always gave me bad vibes.Anyhow,nothing ever
happened to me in that room,but my sister got attacked by SOMETHING every
night she slept in there!She is 3 years younger than me,don't know if that
was relevant or not.We would go to sleep,everything would be fine,then the
whole house would be woken up by her screaming blue murder,and Mum and Dad
would come running to see what was wrong.She would be absolutely
hysterical,saying that "a man and a woman in funny old fashioned clothes
are trying to get me,they want to kill me!"She would say they were trying
to throttle her,and she always had red marks on her throat,as if someone
had actually tried to throttle her! It only ever happened to her,and only
when she slept in that room,the ghosts never tried to hurt me.
When my Dad died,I woke up to find him and my Grandad sat on the end of my
bed and I had a conversation with them both,they told me to look after my
Mum,among other things.At the wake,I was sat on my Dad's seat in the living
room,talking to him,but no-one else could see him-although they could see a
dip in the seat near me,as if someone was sitting there.I have never seen
him since,but I have felt his presence,and that of my Grandad,among
others-there are always spirits around me.
I lived in a house where I used to hear a baby crying but the sounds came
from a cupboard and there was no-one there.I also lived in a house that had
a spirit cat that used to go from the corner of the living room,into the
hall and vanished into the meter cupboard there.
When I worked in a nursing home I saw a headless ghost in the mirror,it
didn't register at first,I was taking an armful of laundry up to the
resident's rooms,and just happened to catch a glimpse in the mirror of a
white top half and black trousers.I thought it was Tommy(one of the
residents).However,when I got to his room,it was empty.Ichecked all the
rooms on that wing,(about half a dozen rooms) but they were all empty.I
even checked the lounge there,which was hardly ever used-that was empty
too.There was no way anyone could have passed me,and no way they could get
out into the grounds through the lounge,the door was alarmed to stop anyone
breaking in.Puzzled by now,I went & checked where Tommy was,he had been in
the smoking lounge all day,and it was at the other end of the building.As I
told the other staff about it,it suddenly registered that I hadn't seen a
head on the "person" I had seen!! I must add,the site of the nursing home
was reputed to be the site of the battle of Preston Moor,during the civil
war.I had been told of a ghostly mist that emanated from another room,in
the other wing,but had never seen it myself.(couldn't be Walter,who's room
it was,he was 92,blind and bedridden).
I have seen many other strange things,but I'll leave them for another
day!!
[Edited on 6/6/2004 by ladylilith]
[Edited on 30/8/2004 by ladylilith] ____________________ Between the intent and the act falls the shadow. |
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Nykiro
Coward Posts: 2 Registered: 4/5/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 5/6/2004 at 10:29 PM |
hehe...wow...neat shit...i have one or two of my own...ever scence i was a
really little girl i traveled back and forth between kentucky and ohio and
between minnasota and ohio...im only 15 now and my parents got devorced
when i was around one or 2...not sure.., but anyway....there was one time
that me and my dad were traveling back from kentucky and it was a really
nice day ya know? and when i looked out my window i saw a huge white wolf
sitting by the side of the road and when i looked at him...our eyes sorta
conected...i dunno i felt really weird...and sorta just felt something...o
i should have mentioned before, im part indian, cherrokee to be
exact....but anyway i told my dad somthing didnt feel right...so we pulled
off at a gas station, i think he thought i ment i didnt feel good, o well
anyway a really bad storm him and a few people ended up getting hurt and
sent to the hospile...my experiance sounds sorta dumb..but i really think
he was trying to help me....ive seen him quite a bit after that...he even
has a name ...Its Nanouk...well i think its a he any way hehe ____________________ its better to burn out than to fade away...outta the blue and into the
black... they give you this but you pay for that
Can i kiss your face?
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Melusine
Coward Posts: 5 Registered: 8/10/2003 Status: Offline
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posted on 19/4/2004 at 03:55 PM |
My wicked guardian angel still haunting me! Last night I was in the living
room and I saw a very weird insect in the lamp. I thought it wasn't
strange until I heard a voice saying soon or something like that. I don't
know if the voice was only in my mind but suddenly the insect was gone and
the lamp fell over the table. I tried to laugh (even though I was a
little scared).... but I wish I knew what's going on... ____________________ Angels have no thought of ever returning you,
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Merry_Widow
Fanatic Posts: 598 Registered: 24/8/2002 Status: Offline
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posted on 14/4/2004 at 01:31 PM |
The house I grew up in is a damn clean house in the unconventional sense.
No wierd spots, no rooms that feel wierd, nothing negative. Just things
that belch. Shit you not. A few years ago before I left for school, I was
up late watching TV with my younger brother. When we finally decided that
we had enough, we shut down all the lights in the front, and I went into
the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had the door partially closed, but it was
open enough that I could still see what was going on outside. in the
hallway. I could hear my brother in his room, getting ready for bed, so I
did my thing, face, teeth, that whole bit. Then out of the corner of my eye
I saw someone move outside the door, towards the direction of the living
room. You know how if you only have a door partway open, you can see a
quick flash of someone walking by. I saw that, and I heard someone burp. I
mean really burp. This is what you hear if my siblings and I get our hands
on root beer. A serious belch. I thought it was my brother, and I was only
startled, not scared, so I kind of screeched and laughed and shut the door
the rest of the way really quickly and then opened it up again. That's when
my brother poked his head around the corner at the opposite end of the
hallway and asked me what I was doing. I asked him why he was screwing
around burping so loudly, and he assured me that he had done no such thing.
I know this kid. He wasn't lying to me. There is something in my house that
likes to let 'em rip at 2 in the morning. GO figure.
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Jesi
Occasional Poster Posts: 43 Registered: 30/3/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 13/4/2004 at 10:31 PM |
A couple days ago, around 1:15 a.m. or so, I began to feel something odd
present in my room. I cannot begin to describe the feeling I had with the
malevolent presence in my room. I remember wanting desperately to turn on
the light...and doing nothing. Suddenly, I heard the vicious barking of
several dogs inside my head. I thought I was going crazy. Then the
paralysis kicked in. Couldn't move or scream...only say "mmmm."
It lasted a couple of seconds, I'd say about 15, but it was enough to scare
the shit out of me.
I finally snapped out of it, picked up my crap, and spent the night on the
couch.
I have some trouble going to sleep now.
But it's just sleep paralysis... ____________________
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Melusine
Coward Posts: 5 Registered: 8/10/2003 Status: Offline
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posted on 10/4/2004 at 07:55 PM |
I'm sure after that experience you were full of peace. I felt the same
when my wicked guardian angel was breathing and staring me with those deep
strange eyes. I know I'm not alone, not even when there's no one around
me. I don't care if people think I'm crazy...I love my personal ghost ____________________ Angels have no thought of ever returning you,
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angel_of_death
Member Posts: 119 Registered: 4/4/2004 Status: Offline
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posted on 10/4/2004 at 05:04 PM |
my first paranormal encounter was when i was 16. I had just gont to bed
(can i just say that i have always felt very safe in my bedrooms) and was
in that place just between sleep and awake, when something hit my bed. now
my bed was old style, big, with huge thick wood frames, so for something to
hit it and make a loud noise and make the ENTIRE thing shake, the thing
must have been big. anyway, after the thud which woke me up my entire bed
began to shake for a few seconds. this freaked me out, i sat up and looked
around my room, and could not see a thing. so, i told my slef i was being
silly and laid back down. but i sat back up again for some reason, and saw
3 shadow people around my bed. they where tall and really skinny and even
tho my room was dark, i could see that they where black. i didn't scream or
move or anything i just camley sat there, and they all ran off. scared the
life out of me tho. i am convinced that the 3 figures where demons.
another encounter was last night (this was a good one ) i was at youth
(its a christian thing) and i was up the front listing to the band and
praying and i had my hands up and i felt something come up behind me and
put thier fingers through my fingers. i freaked out, but didnt open my eyes
cause i was afraid he would leave. i could feel evereything, the warmth of
the skin, the weight of the hands (they where heavey) the size, where they
where touching me. it was amazing and inside i was juts overcome with this
warmth and comfort. it was happing all night, and at one stage i wanted to
put my arms down but i couldn't, these hands where holding my hands there.
even since then i have juts felt... diffrent, in a good way. i know it
wasnt a person from youth cause someone would have said something, and in
my own little world, i think it was God. ____________________ I know whats it like to want to die, how it hurts to smile, how you try to
fit in but you can't, how you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill
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Melusine
Coward Posts: 5 Registered: 8/10/2003 Status: Offline
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posted on 10/4/2004 at 01:25 PM |
I've felt strange presences since I was 6 or 7....but I never saw them..til
last night. I was falling sleep when my dog started to cry like a wolf.
So I opened my eyes and I saw a strange face at the window, staring at me.
I didn't move, but I wasn't scared...I'm not sure why. I felt safe, even
thought the face was really creepy and I could hear him/her breathing. I'm
living alone right now so maybe It was my company..a wicked guardian angel
or somenthjing like that. At least that's what I want to believe.... ____________________ Angels have no thought of ever returning you,
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necromancer
Occasional Poster Posts: 48 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 13/6/2002 at 03:29 PM |
oooh, one of my favorite subjects too.
i experienced paranormal things from a very young age. i think it was the
land or energy within the land that my parents built both houses on, or
something like that.
hereīs a FEW of the things iīve witnessed: i first saw apparitions at
about age five or so. some where a shimmering white and others were
shrouded in blackness. and sometimes i only heard laughter, or music, or
chanting. once my brother and i were camping in our back yard. (we were
like 7 and 9) my parents left on the flood light because we did live out
in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but woods and fields for
miles. so, weīre way out in the backyard with our cats and dogs zipped up
inside the tent with us. we all settled down to sleep except for me.
something wasnīt right. i opened my eyes and sat up. there was a shadow
of an extremely large dog on the tent wall facing the flood light. it just
sat there, ears pointed, tongue hanging out and panting. i unzipped the
door and peered out. nothing between the house and tent. nothing! not
even a shrub or bush. i looked back inside the tent and the shadow was
still there. looked back outside again. nothing. there had to be a dog
present between the tent wall and light, and close too. the shadow was so
perfect that the īdogī had to be right next to the wall. or a wolf. the
more i watched the shadow, the more i thought of it as a wolf. it scared
the crap out of my brother and it spooked me. we made a mad dash for the
house. itīs funny because that wolf stayed with us ever since. never did
see it again, but heard it tromp across the wood floors, nails clicking.
over the years, i came to view it as a guard dog. even when i returned
home on leave from the military when i was twenty, the wolf was still
present. okay, small break here. when i was in the navy i was stationed
at pearl harbor. saw some spooky shit on base and in the barracks. my
room-mate and i were on opposite shifts, so one morning when i woke up, i
was alone. but not quite. i was lying on my side and someone was in the
bed with me lightly rubbing my neck. my eyes shot open, no one was
visible, but i did not move. the caressing actually felt damn good and was
turning me on. the fingers roamed over my breasts and stomach, then i
rolled over onto my back. when i moved, it left. vanished in that
instant. i know it was real because i was wide awake with my eyes open
while it occurred. after that, it never returned. damn!
anyway, back to my childhood. we had lots of supernatural visitors. even
my parents witnessed weird things and so did some of my friends. my
brother and i slept together a lot of nights even into our teens because of
some of the shit we saw. and mirrors scared the hell out of me! some of
the īthingsī were tricksters. i think they had a ball scaring us. once
playing hide-and-go-seek with my brother, i saw him in the big mirror that
hung over the piano. when you walked downstairs from the bedrooms, you had
to look into this mirror. i saw him behind me, he walked out of his
bedroom, turned and looked at me. his eyes were wild and reddish colored.
he shot me a weird smile and disappeared back into his bedroom. i turned
around and slowly walked back up the stairs. i called out his name and
looked for him in his empty room. got a cold chill and ran out of his
room, down the steps into the kitchen and out the back door. there was my
brother hiding out on the deck. shit!
iīve had my name whispered right into my ear and even felt the breath.
iīve seen a black hunched over figure about three feet tall leave my room
when i was six or seven. when i was ten and on summer vacation from
school, i was reading īgone with the windī in the living room. my parents
were at work and my brother over at a friendīs house. i heard singing and
music coming from the basement. i laid down and put my ear to the floor.
yep, definitely music and talking. i thought that someone must have left a
tv on or radio or something. i walked downstairs and peered down into the
basement. all quiet. i flipped on the lights and went down. absolutely
nothing. i got a cold shiver and the lights went out. man, i flew up out
of the basement and spent the rest of the day outside. no way was i going
back into the house.
one saturday morning, i woke up to black shadowy things (three of them)
floating and hovering around my room near the ceiling. my bedroom door was
closed. i donīt what the hell they were. i slipped out of bed and ran
outside in my pajamas. my parents and brother were all outside. no one
had been in the house. how do you explain that? after that, my mirror in
my bedroom started acting funny. it darkened. even my friends noticed it
and didnīt feel right being in my room. it was like something was inside
of it, watching.
lots of stuff similar to this happened, then we moved. my parents built
another house like 1/2 mile through the woods. ītheyī came along.
on a side note, my mom saw this werewolf looking thing when i was about
fifteen. she walked up to the mailboxes a mile from our second house at
dusk one evening. a short time later, she came running and screaming into
the house swearing she saw a werewolf. my dad and brother broke out the
guns and went looking for it while i asked my mom what she saw. she had
been walking through a wooded section and saw an enormous black dog
watching her from maybe fifty feet away. as she watched, it started
changing into something that resembled a man. thatīs when she started
running back to the house. my dad and brother never found anything. but
late that night i went looking. i walked the driveway back where she had
seen it. i walked on the main road through the corn fields (cornfields
give me the heeby jeebies!), walked all the way up to the small country
church, crossed to the back where the graveyard lies, then i walked through
the woods behind the church. there is a path through these woods and
fields that circles for miles behind our house. i called to it and sang;
nothing. at dawn i headed back to our house. that was when i saw it. i
was walking the main road back through the cornfields when i saw a black
dog as large as a horse. (it was at least five feet tall at the shoulders)
i walked slowly towards it and couldnīt believe what i was seeing. it
stood itīs ground and stared at me. as i got closer i could see that itīs
eyes were yellow. when i was maybe thirty feet away, it took off through
the corn field. it left broken corn stalks in itīs wake which is how i
knew it was real. i walked home and went to bed with a big smile on my
face because it was REAL.
hmmm, thereīs so many things that have happened. then thereīs the time i
was attacked by something. i was extremely depressed, okay, something i
want to point out here. it seems to me that whenever i was extremely
depressed and thinking of suicide, the paranormal things got worse. i
definitely think thereīs a link. anyway, i tried to commit suicide, it
didnīt work. instead, something started visiting me. it would come to me
at night while i was sleeping. i would wake paralyzed with it sitting on
my chest, so heavy i couldnīt breathe. it shook me from inside. sometimes
i would hear shrill laughing in front of my face. i think i passed out
everytime. when i woke in the morning i thought it was a bad dream, but i
noticed cuts and bruises. so, i knew it was real. once, it got inside my
mind. i heard drums and saw purple color behind my closed eyelids. when i
prayed, it left. scared the bejesus out of me. later, in the military, i
called to it on a dare from a friend. it came!!!!! havenīt seen it since,
but sometimes i think itīs still with me.
after all this, i have tried my best to ignore īoogiesī whenever i felt
them. i will say this, something is in this apartment. about a month ago,
i was drifting off to sleep when i heard a little girl laughing. i was
lying on my side on the bed facing the wall which is about two feet away.
my eyes shot open and i saw for a split second a little girl of maybe three
staring back at me. she had dark straight shoulder length hair and dark
eyes. maybe asian. iīve checked into it a little to see if a little girl
died here. iīve come up with nothing so far.
my husband used to think i was a little crazy until he visited my parentīs
house. he says the place gives him nightmares now. my parents sold off
all their land and now live in a small town outside of st. louis. iīm not
sure if i ever want to go back to either of those houses because i STILL
have nightmares from some of it.
i donīt know how to explain all of this. i think that some of īthemī are
spirits of dead people. but others i donīt feel that they were ever alive.
like they exist on a different plane than ours.
and then thereīs the out of body experiences and past life memories, but
thatīs another long story... ____________________
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Xaoswolf
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Howīs this...
One time I woke up in the middle of the night, scared rather shitless, so I
walked to my parents room, keeping my eyes open for the monsters under the
bed, or in the closet or where ever they happened to be. Well I didnīt see
anything the whole way across my room and down the hall, but, when I opened
my parents door, that was when I saw them. Anybody ever see the movie From
Beyond, or read the short story by lovecraft? You know how they saw these
weird fishy wormy floating things, well my parents room was full of the.
They were just chasing each other around, doing loops and figure 8īs around
the posts on the bed. Needless to say, that was one night that I went back
to bed instead of sleeping between mommy and daddy. ____________________ Sometimes I dream about dinosaurs shopping for cargo shorts at the Gap.
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