We have been wrong about enough stuff for me to know that we are nowhere close to knowing it all.
I believe in ghosts and other supernatural things. I have never seen one, but I really believe it's because I do not want to see one. I run the other way if I even feel like there could be another "presence" in the room. I don't welcome it. I don't listen for it. And I don't want to know about it. But I believe they are there.
I think if you are open to those things and welcome them in, you will see them. My aunt swears she has seen multiple ghosts in her life. She doesn't brag about it, but she will tell you if you ask about it. One she saw at a friends house and asked if there was a girl upstairs and they told her about the ghost seen by them from time to time. There is no doubt if I went in that house, that I wouldn't see it because I don't want to.
I have been to that eery place once in my life. I don't know if I was dreaming but I don't think I was. As I was falling asleep I heard voices, so I focused in on them. They became louder and louder and the only thing I could describe it as was good vs. evil spirits fighting. I don't know how I know that's what it is because I couldn't tell what the things were saying, however, it was clear to me what was going on. Scared the fuck out of me. I have almost gone back to that place when I am falling asleep, but I refuse now. If I have to turn on the TV to create some noise to block that shit out I do.
I don't want to hear them or see them. That shit freaks me out and I don't mess with it.
Sleep paralysis?
That is what I later figured out that it may have been. It was some freaky shit.Friendly advice, take it or leave it. Don't go to sleep again. Ever. They are after you friend.
Friendly advice, take it or leave it. Don't go to sleep again. Ever. They are after you friend.(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110127053526/villains/images/9/9c/Hhn071.jpg)
That is what I later figured out that it may have been. It was some freaky shit.
Met my wife at Auburn. Her senior year up there, she had a poltergeist, or mischevous spirit, in her apartment. Got so bad that we went to the apartment manager and asked if anyone had died or had anything bad ever happened in there. No real scary stuff, just weird, unexplainable crap happening all the time. A few things:
She and I are alone, sitting on the couch watching TV late one night and the faucet in the bathroom turns on hot water, full blast. It's just us in there.
We were in her kitchen cooking up something and she had a hot pad hanging on one of those plastic hooks with an adhesive back that you stick on the wall. I reached to get the hot pad and it was lying on the counter, underneath the hook, which was now turned upside down. Odd. No biggee. Except that the only way you could turn the hook back or get it off the wall was to rip some of the sheetrock off with it. Plus, I had already used the hot pad a few minutes earlier and hung it back on the hook.
She and her roommate went to Wendy's and while sitting at the drive through, one asked the other what time it was. They got back to the apartment and when they started eating, one of them noticed the digital clock they had on a shelf was no longer there. Weird. They found the clock unplugged with the cord wrapped around it and sitting behind a speaker. The time on it was exactly the time one of them had said while in the drive through.
The weirdest was this. The lady across the hall was a tutor, hired by the University to work with the athletes so there were football and basketball players constantly in and out of there. One particular basketball player who did fairly well at AU and in the pros and does a little NBA commentating and is really bad at golf.....usually needed all night tutoring sessions. But I digress. A lot of times we'd have the door open and some would come in, sit around and talk. One night, several of the players were in there including Ed West, tight end that played a little pro ball himself. All of a sudden, West looks at the sliding glass window that goes out on the balcony (3rd floor) and there is the perfect imprint of the profile of some evil looking face on the glass. We'd all been in there for 10-15 minutes seated where we were pretty much facing that glass. That face had not been there. West freaked out and about knocked over 3 people on his way out the door. The face/head itself was incredibly detailed, right down to the hair and even the pores on the face. It faded soon after.
Personally, I like to think I woke up the spirits with all the powerful pounding she and I were doing every night. I'm good like that. But other than the sex, there were some really weird things going on in that apartment.
Me and Bo were talking about name droppers one day. He agreed with me that it's just irritating when people do that. Cam agreed.Dude, ask your wife about the night that the vase fell off of her headboard like an earthquake had....Nevermind. Good story you had there.
I used to tell War Eagle!!!'s sister that she had a ghost in her clothes to get her naked.It sounds like it would work on WE.
I used to tell War Eagle!!!'s sister that she had a ghost in her clothes to get her naked.
And she moaned like a wildebeast.
One night, several of the players were in there including Ed West, tight end that played a little pro ball himself. All of a sudden, West looks at the sliding glass window that goes out on the balcony (3rd floor) and there is the perfect imprint of the profile of some evil looking face on the glass. We'd all been in there for 10-15 minutes seated where we were pretty much facing that glass. That face had not been there. West freaked out and about knocked over 3 people on his way out the door. The face/head itself was incredibly detailed, right down to the hair and even the pores on the face. It faded soon after.
Personally, I like to think I woke up the spirits with all the powerful pounding she and I were doing every night. I'm good like that. But other than the sex, there were some really weird things going on in that apartment.
If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say.
Ed lived up the street from me for a couple of years. Nice guy. Then he moved...I sure as hell don't blame him. I'm surprised that he stayed that long.
Symmetrical book stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947.
You’re right, no human being would stack books like this.
My Ouija experience was when I was in 5th or 6th grade. My folks were at work, and it was summer. Buddy comes over with his board, so we close the blinds, light a candle, and start trying to get it to work. After about 15-20 minutes of nothing happening, my buddy yells at the board "Goddammit, show me a fudgeing sign if you're there." And the glass candle exploded. We flipped the lights on, and when I looked at the remnants, noticed that the wick had burnt to a point where it was leaning against the glass. So we rationalized that the wick caused the candle to explode.
My buddy gets up to go to the bathroom, and while he's in there, it's quiet, except for the tick-tock of the Cuckoo Clock hanging right by the bathroom. Now, this clock hadn't worked in years, if you hit the pendulum, it would work for about a minute or two, but then stop. When my buddy came out of the bathroom, I asked him why he hit the pendulum to freak me out. He said he didn't hit it. I said he was full of shoot, stood up to grab it. Just as my hand reached for it, the pendulum stopped completely mid-swing. Didn't come to a gradual stop, which one would expect. It was almost like someone grabbed it to stop before my hand got to it.
And I've never wanted to do Ouija since.
I sure as hell don't blame him. I'm surprised that he stayed that long.
My Ouija experience was when I was in 5th or 6th grade. My folks were at work, and it was summer. Buddy comes over with his board, so we close the blinds, light a candle, and start trying to get it to work. After about 15-20 minutes of nothing happening, my buddy yells at the board "Goddammit, show me a fucking sign if you're there." And the glass candle exploded. We flipped the lights on, and when I looked at the remnants, noticed that the wick had burnt to a point where it was leaning against the glass. So we rationalized that the wick caused the candle to explode.
My buddy gets up to go to the bathroom, and while he's in there, it's quiet, except for the tick-tock of the Cuckoo Clock hanging right by the bathroom. Now, this clock hadn't worked in years, if you hit the pendulum, it would work for about a minute or two, but then stop. When my buddy came out of the bathroom, I asked him why he hit the pendulum to freak me out. He said he didn't hit it. I said he was full of shit, stood up to grab it. Just as my hand reached for it, the pendulum stopped completely mid-swing. Didn't come to a gradual stop, which one would expect. It was almost like someone grabbed it to stop before my hand got to it.
And I've never wanted to do Ouija since.
Lights out, buddy in the bathroom, playing with wicks and pendulums.
I know where this is going.
Some chick brought a Ouija board back to the dorm at Judson one night. The hall goody goody suck up reported her to the dorm mom, who promptly had a major freak the fuck out fit. She confiscated it and probably burned it. Good old Southern Baptist superstition.
My only ghost encounter ever was at Huntington. Went there for piano lessons. The doors to the conservatory were horribly heavy - took me and the other 3rd grade kid working together to just open one. So we are sitting there, making horrible noises alleged to be piano music, and BAM! Both doors flew open together, slammed back against the wall, and would not move back to close, even tho they had one of those automatic close rods at the top. Those huge heavy doors were glued to the wall. No drafts, not a single opened window. And our music room was in the basement of the dorm where the Red Lady killed herself.
The truth is out there, y'all. I personally am comforted every time I am alone in my house and catch a whiff of my beloved Poppa's cologne. I know he is watching over me like he always did, and is enjoying his grandkids. No way does all the energy in our bodies just flip to "off" when our earthly vessel dies. It must go somewhere.
All I know is that this forum is full of some pussy ass motherfudgeers.
Ooh...ooh the ghost is gonna get me! Beetlejuice....beetlejuice
Beetlejuice? Oh shoot
That's three times. Ya'll are screwed now. I'm out of this thread before it's too late.
Beetlejuice? Oh shit
So some good came from it. :poke:
Whatever...
CANDYMAN.
CANDYMAN.
CANDYMAN.
Whatever...
CANDYMAN.
CANDYMAN.
CANDYMAN.
Well hell if that works.
Pornstars
Pornstars
Pornstars
You might want to be a little more specific
You might want to be a little more specific
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If as Christians, we believe in a God, a Holy Spirit and afterlife, all of which we've never seen, and will defend that belief with every fiber of our being, why would we question that there are other things going on around us?
And yes, I believe in teh supernaturals.
No, you are not alone Kaos. Evil Spirits? Yup. Good Spirits? Yup. Reincarnation? Yup. Working in a machine shop I've always felt a presence...watching me program, deburr, clean, etc. It's never done anything mischievous, just watches me work.That's the security cameras watching you slip drill bits and parts into your lunch box. I would can the one piece at a time plan. You're no Johnny Cash.
No, you are not alone Kaos. Evil Spirits? Yup. Good Spirits? Yup. Reincarnation? Yup. Working in a machine shop I've always felt a presence...watching me program, deburr, clean, etc. It's never done anything mischievous, just watches me work.
The eyes of Ward compel you!
Constantly watching...judging...."look at the drill press"....."look at the drill press".
SSERP LLIRD!
SSERP LLIRD!
SSERP LLIRD!
Way to think it through.
The eyes of Ward compel you!