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Re: ParaNormal oogie's that go BUMP in the night
by Rogue (judenouveau@yahoo.com)
on Aug 22, 2001 - 09:59 PM
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My life is lived for moments such as these. Met a grandfather of mine who died five years prior to my birth through what some would call spooky circumstances. Often the experience is shaped by your own fears, like acid trips.
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Re: ParaNormal oogie's that go BUMP in the night
by Meranda_Jade (scurtis510@home.com)
on Aug 24, 2001 - 11:11 PM
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That happened to you too, huh? I've told that one (about the dark thing paralyzing you) to people before and they said I was having a nightmare... creepiest thing...terrified me... There was one time, when I went to bed, and was struck by paralysis as soon as my head hit the pillow, and all noise stopped, not even the wind blowing... then I shook off the paralysis, and went into the hall and everything had a greenish glow to it... I went into the living room, and saw my roomate laying on the couch (he was supposed to be at work) and as soon as I spoke to him, I was back in bed, trying to shake off the paralysis.. this went on a few times, and every time the things in the living room would change... like the television would be in odd places... like the ceiling... and every time I tried to get him to help me, it would reset... finally I just stood there and looked at him, and he opened his eyes (which were already open), and the new eyes were a gold color, creepiest thing and I can't explain it any better than that.... and asked, "so, have you found it yet?" "What?" I asked... "what you've been looking for" he replied... I was back in bed and I shook off the paralysis again, then the sounds came back, and everything looked normal... I looked at the clock and the whole thing had taken an hour, exactly... my roommate was still at work... that was not a dream... the funny thing was, it took me a while to notice that anything strange was happening, or that I was repeating...
the other time I had an occurrence like that, I was in my own apartment, I'd just been there about a week... I got that paralysis, and I felt this big black creeping thing hovering over me... I fought it, and it spat something onto me... when I shook that off, I ran over to my neighbor's apartment, panicked, and told them what had happened... they went over and cleansed the place for me, and gave me some charm to keep it away... I could still feel the stuff the thing had spat onto me... they said it was psychic residue.. those were two of the strangest things that ever happened to me...
haven't had any episodes like that for a while, but it is very frightening when it does happen...
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Re: ParaNormal oogie's that go BUMP in the night
by necromancer (raina_dillon@hotmail.com)
on Apr 12, 2002 - 10:41 PM
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NO, they are not fun!
Okay, first let me turn on the lights in the house. Lights are now on. I'll tell you now that I am not on anything. Hopefully writing about 'it' won't attract it to me tonight. I don't think it is a ghost. You'll understand soon.
I started seeing ghosts when I was little, like 4. I remember very clearly because I would ask my mom about them and she told me that whoever/whatever I saw didn't exist. It was all my imagination. But I don't see them anymore, just occasionally feel one.
Well, we moved a few years later. My parents actually built the house themselves, so it wasn't the house, it was the land. *okay, big chill* I don't know how big of an area this covers, but big enough that when my parents built a second house a few years later about 1/2 mile away we were still on it. While building both houses, we found some indian stuff buried in the dirt.
Started with just little things like hearing my name whispered into my ear and actually feeling the breath brush against my cheek. First, it was just this one, that I was aware of anyway. Later a wolf. It sure looked like a wolf. He was friendly. I think he was like a guard dog or something. I've only seen him once, the rest of the time I heard him crossing the wooden floors. A bunch more stuff happened, but it was all benign.
When we moved 1/2 mile away to the second house, they came along. Nothing bad yet, just weird freaky stuff. When I was in my teens, I tried to commit suicide. That's when things got bad. It's like something woke up. Hell, I don't know. I don't see why someone trying to off themselves would wake something up. But it seems that it did. I would wake up paralyzed, totally unable to move or breathe. Something extremely heavy would sit on me. It was so heavy, I couldn't even breathe. Then I'd hear shrill laughing right in front of me in the darkness. I would wake up the next morning and at first I thought it was just a nightmare. Then I would notice bruises and sometimes cuts. I really thought I was going insane or something. I did tell my parents, but they told me I had been reading too many Stephen King and vampire books. I think they thought I did it for attention. Not even.
The thing that scared the shit out of me was when it tried to get into my mind and body. I was sleeping at the time. It was like being icecold and sweaty at the same time. I heard what sounded like drums. I woke up but couldn't move at all not to even open my eyes. I swear I felt it moving around in my mind. The drums were beating furiously in my head. They were so loud that it was almost deafening. I started seeing purple splashes of color behind my closed eyelids. I started praying in my mind. As soon as I did this, it let up almost immediately. I wouldn't sleep alone after that for a month. It never did it again, but it was not gone.
I graduated highschool and enlisted in the Navy. It didn't follow me right away. After Basic, I was sent to Philadelphia for training. I was there for 2-3 months and got to talking to one of my room-mates about this type of stuff. She thought it would be cool if I called it. Stupid me. I did. I gave it a mental image of where I was located. It came.
Once again, it would wake me up by sitting on my chest, paralyzing me. But this time it was pissed because I had left it. I don't know how I knew but I did. The room-mate that had wanted me to call it in the first place felt it too and wanted me to get rid of it. How?
Soon after, I left for my new assignment in Hawaii. It did not follow. I will never do anything so stupid again. I don't fuck around with that stuff. If I see something or feel something, I let it go. I hope to God that I left "it" in that barracks room in Philly.
I'm sleeping with the lights on tonight. No wait. I am not going to go to sleep tonight.
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