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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:41 am
My old house was haunted by the wife of the man we lived with, and other little things... And this man..
They didn't like us. At all....
But I know something followed me out of that house...
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:43 am
Ellipsis is cruise control for dramatic.
I still don't understand people's reaction to it. IF it's a ghost, I doubt it's really capable of anything.
The standing exception is the guy in that one ghost hunter video where a brick flies from the floor across the room and almost nails him in the face. Being freaked the hell out and running screaming is a perfectly good reaction.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:45 am
Yay for poltergeists, I suppose *tidies her room*
I'm curious now, Anna. Please tell, if you're comfortable with it? I'm not a believer myself, but it's still fascinating to hear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:45 am
I was ******** pushed down the stairs.
If that's not doing anything, I don't know what is.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:47 am
Alright. If ye want to know. I'll type out some good ol' times I've had with this house of mine...
Please give me a moment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:50 am
That's a pretty good trick. I imagine that's when one bothers to find an exorcist or whatever kids these days are using to counter the paranormal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:50 am
Thank you Anna, I appreciate it ^-^
*in the meantime, goes to do Sean's bidding and make herself breakfast*
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 2:55 am
lots of folk remedies that could be tried before turning to organised religion... like milk and honey left outside the back door to attract good spirits
It is more likely to attract stray cats, but that is the logical side of my brain talking xp
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:05 am
Simply Anneke Thank you Anna, I appreciate it ^-^
*in the meantime, goes to do Sean's bidding and make herself breakfast* *Huggles* Its the best meal of the day. xd Supposedly. I'm partial to dinner myself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:06 am
What's organized religion have to do with anything? If an exorcist is supposed to help, then huzzah and all that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:07 am
That one could also be to please the Fair Folk, Crystal 3nodding You know...you put out a bowl of milk for them and they protect your house for you, that kind of thing.
Personally, I think the best way to prevent possible otherwordly spirits from harming you, is to firmly believe that they can't. Worked for me so far 4laugh
*now goes for food, will be back shortly*
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:13 am
Simply Anneke That one could also be to please the Fair Folk, Crystal 3nodding You know...you put out a bowl of milk for them and they protect your house for you, that kind of thing. same diff when you are celtic dear whee ... although at the same time my ancestors knew that the "Fair Folk" and "Good Spirits" could be a serious pain in the a**.. hence the bribes xd
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:15 am
Where to start. Nine months to forage through.
I'll start from the first time I felt something. It was when I first stepped into the house. The woman was still alive, but something still felt odd about the atmosphere of the house, like I was being watched. But it was only her and her husband. Sandra was a vegetable, And Eric was a war vet. who sat in one place all day, smoking.
Anwho. When I looked in mirrors, it's response -my reflection- was slow. I'd be lying if I said I was okay seeing it.
Now I'll skip to when I was actually living there.
It's always nice to see things moving when no one is touching them. All the faucets turning on at once, the lights actually clicking on and off by themselves. The curtains would bunch to the side as if someone where looking out the window.
When I was in the only shower, it was upstairs, glass. Something would always open and close the door when I was washing. I just tried to ignore it and sing. Until it grabbed leg.
And on the subject of upstairs. There was a California king sized bed, and a tv. Very comfy to settle and relax on the whilst watching tv... Untill the massive was pushed from it's place with me still on it. I was home alone.
Not fun.
Also! There was a balcony. my friend Aleysia and I used to watch the starts from it, girl talk and what not. So one night, we where doing those said things and suddenly, the door behind us flings open and I heard a "Hey, keep it down." I ducked and hid, I was scared, but she turned around to see what it was. It was a man, standing there. The door slammed shut, and we sat there in shock for a few moments before speeding down stairs to talk to my dad. We asked him is Eric had gone up the stairs, he said no. My mom was asleep, and he was watching a movie, and hadn't moved himself.
Downstairs, and on the way, the stairs would often sound like people were lumbering up them, even though no one was. The microwave always moved out of it's place, and the sign above it went askew. When I'd watch tv, there would be this large, slow, limping shadow figure of a man with a hat out of the corner of my left eye. Smoke would float across the floors. Bu the one that ******** with my mind most was this little white thing that would slither it's hands around a corner of a hutch, just down a small walk way. it was white, it had HUGE black eyes, and it would just. Simply. Stare at you.
I would sleep walk A LOT. Doing really weird things, like gather all the paper throughout the house and leave then in odd places. I'd have vivid night terrors that things were eating me alive. They were so bad to the point where I'd scream and shake until my mom could settle me down with small stories and songs. From then on, I basically had to drug myself to sleep.
There was just so much. Like my Dog, Nala. she went insane, we had to give her away. my dog Simba died by that house, he was shot through the heart. So many DEAD things where outside of the house...
It was so horrible...
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:19 am
Godamn.
What was the hold up for nine months before getting away from that shitstorm?
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 3:23 am
We were building a house. We used to rent, but the landlord wanted to sell it for a stupidly high price.
We had no where else to stay...
We didn't have to pay rent. We lived with Mr. Ericson and fed him, kept him company...
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