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 Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 9:28 pm
There was a boy who was in a gang, known for bullying lower classmates, so he was walking home from school on a rainy day with his umbrella, he was went across a old bridge, humming a tune. He looked over the railing of the bridge, he saw a figure of a girl with long black hair very skinny but very pale but grayish looking, she looked like she was carrying an over-sized doll, he squinted his eye to get a better view, it was a body, a bloodied-up body. "It's Hikiko!" (Hikiko is a vengeful ghost that attacks any type of bullies and drag them until they are dead.) The Hikiko turned around slowly, raising her head, her decayed finger lifted and pointed at the boy. She lets out a strangled groan and starts limping after him since her ankle is broken. The boy ran toward's his apartment, he tossed aside his umbrella and looked behind him, Hikiko was right behind him, trying to grab for him. He dodged out of her way as the Hikiko dropped to one knee, quickly turning her head towards him. He knew he was close to his apartment and his apartment room was on the second floor. He went for the nearest elevator and leaned against the wall in the elevator, the door closed and he sighed. "What the hell was that about, why me?!" As he thought he was safe, he looked up to see in the window, the Hikiko looking in on him, her face was bashed up, her eyes nothing but white and she had only half of her lower jaw gone and her neck was broken which explains the strangled groans, but strings of hair was covering the rest of her face. He screamed and pressed for the second floor, and flew out the elevator when he reached his floor and ran to his apartment door, looking in his backpack for the keys, he heard a distance groan, he looked over at the stairs and sees her limping over the steps, he finds his key and unlocked the door, quickly jumps inside and locks the door. He looks through the peephole and sees nothing, he took a step back and tried to relax, something made his heart jump. The angry spirit was pounding on the door, but it sounded like 6 people were pounding on the door at the same time. He went to his room and hid under his covers from his bed, the pounding stops and he picks up his cellphone, calling his mom at work, the phone ringed and ringed, not getting through, he threw his cellphone across the room and sighed, "F uck!" something unexpected happen, a loud strangled groan everywhere in his room, he looked around frantically, he looks at his closet door the groaning stopped, the closet door opened slightly (Like a sliding door), a decayed hand with long brown nails slid through the crack and pushed it open more, slowly. The strangled groan turns into a menacing watery laughter, the boy tried leaving his room, but his bedroom door was locked, the hand grabbed his ankle, now he knows, that he was the next to be dragged.k o d i a k u I believe I lived with a ghost in my old house. I miss him. He was fun.
I sometimes spotted him on the landing on our staircase, like a silhouette or a shadow despite there being nothing else there to cast it. I wasn't the only one who saw him; my mom saw him sometimes too.
Also, he'd do kind of annoying things, usually with electronics.
One Halloween my friend and I were watching a Halloween special on the telly and after it was over I turned off the telly and walked her to the front door, and when we got to the front door, we heard the telly click back on. On Halloween, no less! Whatta little jerk. Scared the crap out of us. :I
He'd also mess with lights, like some lights wouldn't turn on the first time we flick the switch.
And then he'd turn on my laptop sometimes at night while I was sleeping, or my phone would ring once without any notification that it was actually ringing? The screen would turn on, but it would just be a blank screen instead of the text of who was calling, and there would only be a dial tone at the other side. That one I guess was the creepiest, but after a while I wasn't scared of him. He didn't seem to want to hurt me or anything, just freak me out. I guess that's what I'd do if I were ever a ghost, too...
I named him Cody.
ciel4 I've had contact with spirits and at least one deceased spirit who I'd known before she died. She was my grandmother. Shortly after she died when I was only 8, I was with my cousin talking and playing. We were on the topic of our grandma, and I decided that it would be neat to try to talk to her spirit. I started it almost jokingly at first, but I had a real desire to talk to her. Out loud I asked her a couple of questions (this was just a few rooms away from where she'd recently passed away). When I listened for an answer I was rather surprised to actually "feel" her talking to me. It was non-verbal, and I couldn't see her though I tried to, but I understood her responses and we had a brief conversation. The only question I still remember asking is the one I felt the clearest response to, which was, "Did you have a good life?," to which she responded to the effect of, "Yes. It was hard, but it was good enough." That week my mother reported that she felt my grandmother's presence in our room as we lay down to sleep, (again at the same house). She said she felt scared, but that she noticed my grandmother kissed me and tucked us both into bed before leaving. I was already asleep. I haven't had any contact with her since, but I still feel like she listens when I have something to say to her.
daft daft daft punkk This just happened yesterday from my step-sister's parents:
My sister's dad is a cop, along with his wife, a nurse, were sleeping at about 3:30 a.m. Their neighbors next door were arguing a few hours back. the neighbor's husband sliced his wife's wrist all the way through skin and muscle until the knife reached the bone while she was sleeping.
She woke up to a pain to her wrist, and noticed she was bleeding majorly. her husband tried attacking her, but she fled and ran out of her house and banging on the cop's door, knowing there was a nurse and he was a sheriff.
Thank goodness, for once, my sister's brother didn't unlock the door the night before, and so the wife struggledto get away and run in, hoping someone would help.
My sister's dad woke up to the sound of the neighbor choking from her husband, so he ran at him and pulled him away threatening him with a gun.
The nurse hopped out of bed and gave medical care to the neighbor right away.
My step brother ended up his morning clean blood off of walls.
this is a true story.
the end.
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