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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:24 pm
She knows shes dead...and she told me how she died. Her sistyer was murderd by her parents (her sisters name is Sally) I drew (very badly) picturs of them, Ill have to show them to you guys sometime. But her sister Sally was murderd by their parents because they blamed her for annes death. And they eventually went mad and killed her, brutally. They drowned her in the bathtub (the one between mine and my brothers room) and cut her with knifes and cut her hand partually off. and then hung her fron the ceiling in the bath room ='/ poor child
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:41 pm
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Electric Snowball Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:44 pm
*nod nod* Shes standing next to me..makeing me all cold (my finger tips are looking alittle pale O.x)
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voided_account rolled 6 12-sided dice:
11, 3, 8, 2, 4, 2
Total: 30 (6-72)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:21 pm
Yes. Plenty.
They are generally very pleasant and just sit there, leave you alone.
However, sometimes you come across diabolical ones.
For instance:
At my old home, there was a face of an old, large man with red eyes on my closet door. It was flat like a poster, but it seemed to move it's facial expressions in an agressive manner, like it was yelling at me. Behind him there was a pasture, and a woman came out of a shack/cabin screaming and running towards a fence that would impale her whenever she tried to approach and jump over it to get out. It was the same cabin/fence that was in my backyard. I think it was a repetative event scene. A pergatory of a sort, and I was petrified of that scene. I was only 6 when I first saw that, it was the first spirit that I had ever seen...
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voided_account rolled 20 100-sided dice:
13, 29, 46, 69, 52, 95, 74, 33, 70, 81, 11, 71, 70, 30, 97, 56, 37, 100, 40, 4
Total: 1078 (20-2000)
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:27 pm
I've also heard spirits in the woodsy-area of my new "home" and a girl was calling another girl named Anna, who a friend of mine and I believe is the voices little sister. The freaky thing is, a voice replied to the other voice with what sounded like Becca, which is my friend's name with whom experienced this with me. I hear these voices everytime I walk in those woods when it's foggy or mist outside, just before or after it rains. I know that all sounds so cliche' but I swear on my body and soul that it's true!
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:35 pm
Freaky. I don't think there are any spirits near my home becuase it was built by my parents when I was born. My whole neighborhood is less than two decades old, and I can't think of anyone who's died nearby. However, there is a really old farm behind my house, but the only presence I've ever felt from there is the smell of horse. Unfortunately, we're downwind.
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Electric Snowball Captain
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Broken Hearted Whisper Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 11:36 pm
This may sound really lame compared to the other stories but here it goes....
I was staying in florida with my mom, bestfriend, brother, and grandmother in an apartment which was once a garrage. My aunt was staying with my uncle in the house nextdoor. Her dog was in her arms when she put him on the bed. About two minutes later he was scared stiff literally, claws dug into the bed and refused to move.
So my aunt asked my mom if she would come into the room to check it out with her, I asked if i could tag along, my aunt knows i'm into that kind of stuff so... they brought everyone but my grandmother along.
The second i walked in My entire body went numb, my best friend got the most agonizing headache.
I found myself attracted to the other side of the room and looking at a porcelain cat. I told my mom and aunt that her dog was afraid of the cat sitting on the shelf.
My brother, and best friend looked at me like i was crazy but my aunt was also into spirits and things like that. so she said "do you think he'll calm down if we take the cat out of the room?" I said it'd be worth a shot.
So we took the cat out of the room and he was calm in an instant
The next day my aunt asked her brother about the porcelain cat and the room.
My uncle had told her that he once owned a cat that truley despised dogs because its sibling was killed by one.
It sat on the EXACT same shelf the porcelain one was sitting on when it was still alive. Its spirit saw my aunts dog and was angered by the poor little pup, so it apparently decided to terrorize it.
True story... completely true...
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:07 am
When I was little(6/7), and lived back in my old house, I could barely sleep. I'd get sent to bed a 7, and fall asleep at 11. Sometimes I'd leave my room, and sit near where the stairs were/were going to be built. I'd look at the area where the stairs were/were going to be, and sometimes, a man dressed in a tuxedo would walk down the stairs/where the stairs should be, then look up, as if he was waiting for some one. No one ever came, and he'd dissapear. It freaked me right out, but fasanated me so. I'd never tell anyone, because I was worried I'd get in trouble for being up at 11. Its either he was spirit, or my over active imagantion powered by sleepless night... xp
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Electric Snowball Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:16 am
Wynd the Spellcaster This may sound really lame compared to the other stories but here it goes.... I was staying in florida with my mom, bestfriend, brother, and grandmother in an apartment which was once a garrage. My aunt was staying with my uncle in the house nextdoor. Her dog was in her arms when she put him on the bed. About two minutes later he was scared stiff literally, claws dug into the bed and refused to move. So my aunt asked my mom if she would come into the room to check it out with her, I asked if i could tag along, my aunt knows i'm into that kind of stuff so... they brought everyone but my grandmother along. The second i walked in My entire body went numb, my best friend got the most agonizing headache. I found myself attracted to the other side of the room and looking at a porcelain cat. I told my mom and aunt that her dog was afraid of the cat sitting on the shelf. My brother, and best friend looked at me like i was crazy but my aunt was also into spirits and things like that. so she said "do you think he'll calm down if we take the cat out of the room?" I said it'd be worth a shot. So we took the cat out of the room and he was calm in an instant The next day my aunt asked her brother about the porcelain cat and the room. My uncle had told her that he once owned a cat that truley despised dogs because its sibling was killed by one. It sat on the EXACT same shelf the porcelain one was sitting on when it was still alive. Its spirit saw my aunts dog and was angered by the poor little pup, so it apparently decided to terrorize it. True story... completely true... The poor dog! I have two dogs, and all they're afraid of is squirrels. It's kinda funny actually, they are both really big.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:11 pm
My friend thinks im a medium, since i can see/talk to ghost/spirits/demons. So when I slept over her house a year ago she brought me to a trail in the woods of her neighborhood. The train led to an old Slave farm. Instantly I felt sooo unbeliveibly tired and hot (it was cold and windy out). Then the images faded into veiw, working in the fiels, and in the little house nearby, I watched several die and fade away before i quickly walked away and told my friend later at her house when I cooled off.
Aparently (i dont remeber this happening, all I remeber is liek falling asleep sudenly bt the same friend told me) a few weeks after that sleep over I came over again, and she complained that her porcilen doll was being controled by something. So I was holding it in my lap because im very fond of porcilen dolls. And I thought I had fallen asleep, she did too so she nudged my shoulder, she said I looked at her with glazed over eyes and started speaking in a british accent or something, asking her why she hated me. She even said I started crying like a 7 year old. I really only remeber falling asleep.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:51 am
i've had many a times felt an animal breathing down my neck whilst i was trying to sleep o.o
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 10:04 am
ToxicFlyaway My friend thinks im a medium, since i can see/talk to ghost/spirits/demons. So when I slept over her house a year ago she brought me to a trail in the woods of her neighborhood. The train led to an old Slave farm. Instantly I felt sooo unbeliveibly tired and hot (it was cold and windy out). Then the images faded into veiw, working in the fiels, and in the little house nearby, I watched several die and fade away before i quickly walked away and told my friend later at her house when I cooled off. Aparently (i dont remeber this happening, all I remeber is liek falling asleep sudenly bt the same friend told me) a few weeks after that sleep over I came over again, and she complained that her porcilen doll was being controled by something. So I was holding it in my lap because im very fond of porcilen dolls. And I thought I had fallen asleep, she did too so she nudged my shoulder, she said I looked at her with glazed over eyes and started speaking in a british accent or something, asking her why she hated me. She even said I started crying like a 7 year old. I really only remeber falling asleep. I feel bad for the porcilen doll!
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Electric Snowball Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:09 pm
arachno-sama i've had many a times felt an animal breathing down my neck whilst i was trying to sleep o.o Ewww! My dog sleeps with my brother, and I don't know how he stands it. I personally despise animal smell, fur, saliva and muddy pawprints.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 1:08 pm
I have a spirit that stays in my mother's old house. An 18 year old soilder named Tim, he and his sister. They are there because they were fighting in a war. But they were blown up, and now thrive in the musty shadows of an abandoned house.
And i have a ghost in my room. She is very shy though and only comes out when i am the only one awake. She doesn't speak the way Tim and his sister do, but she comunicates by writing on my hand as i sleep or lie down. (i dont have to be awake for her to come out)
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