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 Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 2:57 pm
These are two different stories that happened at two different points in time. I thought I'd just tell both of them in one thread because I'm two lazy to make two new threads. The Antique shop is about a dream I had when I was younger. The Ghost Woman is about a ghost I in my friends house around three years ago. I think I should get on with the stories now.
The Antique Shop
When I was younger, I had a dream about an antique shop. There was a porcelian doll sitting on one of the shelves and the doll seemed to watch me where ever I went. My dad was with me in the shop and I'm not even sure why we were there. I'm not too sure what happened anymore seeing as I was young when I had this dream, but I do remember some of what happened. I'll tell you all I can.
The doll somehow stole my soul and I was stuck inside its tiny porcelian shell. It was an evil spirit that had done it. I remember that in the dream I was looking around and sitting on this small stool. Being a doll, I couldn't tell my dad where I was. After that part it's really nothing but a blur so I can't tell anymore about the dream.
The Ghost Woman
It was the fall and I was outside in my neighbors backyard hanging out with my friends. We were playing around and I told them that I was going to go grab my halloween book from there bedroom so I could read them some of the stories. They had a fairly big sized house of two stories and the inside was pretty well spaced. I went inside and walked up the narrow stair case to go into their playroom and grab my book and soda. It seemed normal walking up the stairs.
Upon reaching the top, I looked directly into the room. I saw what looked like the bottom of a torn white dress flying into their ceiling. I grabbed my book and soda and flew down the stairs. I flew out the door and ran and told them. I then asked them if they wanted to go up there and see if anything else would happen.
We all headed back inside and up the stairs. I remember there being a few kids with me, but one or two stopped halfway up. When we reached the top we went into the room where I'd seen the dress, but there was nothing. We turned back for the stairs and this huge flash of light flashed right in our faces. Right after that, all the lights upstairs flickered violently and the creepy part was that they had been off just seconds before.
We all ran down the stairs screaming. The stairs were so slim that we even tripped a few times. After a while of cooling down, we went back up the stairs and explored again. Nothing else happened and it got late. I decided it was time for me to go home and I did just that.
Random note:
I can't really remember how many kids were there. It was three or four, maybe even five. Anyway, I remember being the only girl going all the way back up the stairs. I also remember that the ghost I saw in their house was what got me completely into paranormal activity. I was slightly afraid when we went back up, but the fear didn't come close to the amount of curiousity I felt.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:23 pm
I could probably write a short book of random stories from all the experiences I've had.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:30 pm
Foxgirl_Chrys I could probably write a short book of random stories from all the experiences I've had. i'd buy it
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 3:43 pm
I don't have too many stories, but it's good too know you'd buy it. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 2:19 pm
Hooo, creepy. The dream really gets me...a doll, I was always freaked out by dolls. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:29 pm
There's a story that says that the reason why dolls are hollow is so that they can be a shell for a spirit. That right there was a crappy some up of the actual story I heard, but it works for me.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 10:27 am
apparently dolls were meant to contain souls of the dead twisted
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