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2007-10-31 2:37:35 PM  
When I was about 14, my Uncle came from up north to live with us. The reason for the move was that he was very ill. He was an alcoholic most of his life and his liver was wreaking havoc on his body. By the time he moved in with us, he had huge ulcers on the inside of his legs, which required him to sit in a chair on our porch for hours at a time, soaking in the sunlight in an attempt to heal the sores. One night, I was going to a school dance with my friends and we decided to walk the 3 miles to the dance. Along the way, my mind was preoccupied with death and it was all I could talk about (not like me at all). After the dance, my Father picked us up and as we rounded the corner to our home, the ambulance in the driveway was in full view. I walked up just in time to see the paramedics leaving with my Uncle under a sheet that was pulled completely over him. According to my Mom, he was sitting on the couch and just went. At 3:11 a.m. I woke up to use the bathroom. As I entered the room, it was completely bright from the sunlight streaming in from the jalousie window, which was open. I peeked through the slats and observed my Uncle sitting in the chair with his legs spread apart soaking up the sunlight while smoking a cigarette. Then it hit me, this was the middle of the night. I turned back to look through the slats and it was completely dark, as it should have been the first time. I have believed ever since.
 
2007-10-31 2:37:49 PM  
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Amused.
 
2007-10-31 2:38:07 PM  
Skull Machine: And that's what creeped me out. Its eyes and mouth were nothing but dark caves - it looked like there was a little bit of white stretching between surfaces, but for the most part it was just black holes. It didn't have a nose, or any other defining features, just sort of an off-rounded head with little wisps of lines that looked like they could be hairs, but kept appearing and disappearing, and wafting around.

I don't believe in the supernatural, but that would be a definite britches-shiatter.
 
2007-10-31 2:38:30 PM  
Daffydil: Pontus and the Nail Drivers-This happens to me from time to time. Sometimes I even have to make breakfast for it.

I lol'd!! I'm going start using my own damn pic for the lol'd thingy...can't find any good ones.

/so breakfast Saturday?


Hey, you'd be a welcome sight. Pancakes?
 
2007-10-31 2:38:53 PM  
TLA: It was about 15 years ago while on a cross country trek. I was just outside of Amarillo, TX closing in on the New Mexico border. It was this time of year, so all over the radio were these call in and tell your ghost story bits.

This one in particular was a local favorite that I had heard in the Diner I ate at in Amarillo as well on the radio. It was about a girl murdered by her prom date in a motel room just west of Amarillo. The story was went like this. People who stayed in that motel were always seeing weird things, or being "woken up by a young girl." This girl would be gone as soon as they were truly awake, so they would tell themselves it was a creepy dream. BUT whenever they told anyone of the creepy dream and described the young girl that woke them, they always described the same girl, right down to the peach colored prom dress. Freaky.

So now its about 3:00AM and I am woken up by a young woman standing over my bed in my motel room just outside of Amarillo, TX. I say out loud, "are you the girl from the prom?"

She said, "No you idiot I'm the hooker you picked up in Oklahoma City, you gunna pay me and take me home or do I gotta call Big Jim."


Now THAT was funny - well done.
 
2007-10-31 2:39:02 PM  
mastertexan: Amused.

Yes they are... sort of like retards on pudding day
 
2007-10-31 2:39:03 PM  
My family recently moved into a house built in 1917 on main street in our little down. It's a twin and apparently used to be a doctor's office on one half (ours) at one time. There are glass windows in all the upstairs doors which is odd, because the other side of the house has solid doors.

Anyways, my dad broke his collar bone flying off his road bike after nearly hitting a deer one morning, so he was all wrapped up to stabilize it and drugged out on painkillers on our living room couch. My mom was upstairs in the master bedroom. He wakes up to her screaming at the top of her lungs, so he hobbles upstairs and finds her sitting on the edge of the bed saying how she saw a little boy staring at her when she woke up. My dad looked through the room and the house and found no such little boy. They both went back to bed, but not before my mom checked under the bed because it was so real to her. She, being the crazy lady she is, quietly said before she went to bed "go home to your mommy".

We had the neighbors from the other side of the house over shortly after that, and when my mom told the story, the lady who lived next door got really freaked out because she had similar experiences with something like that prior.

Sadly, despite living on the 3rd floor in a creepy small bedroom, I've yet to experience this supposed ghost, and I am skeptical, but I think it would be really cool...

No one else in my family has had an experience since, nor has the lady next door.
 
2007-10-31 2:39:38 PM  
Kangaroo_Ralph: Each year, the Boobies of this thread ought to start with a definition of sleep paralysis, because there are always a few posts that can be answered with this.

It used to terrify the shiat out of me, but ever since I found out what sleep paralysis is, I've come to enjoy the experience.

/typed "Boobies" on purpose


Ditto for raccoons.
 
2007-10-31 2:40:10 PM  
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2007-10-31 2:40:52 PM  
rebelyell2006: I saw a pair of raccoons out one night, and I also saw a pair of freshmen girls (they came from the freshman dorms and were wearing '11 shirts). The girls were purposely heading straight towards the raccoons. I bet they wanted to pet them.

I ran, only because I didn't want to get in trouble for laughing at them when they get bit.


I wonder how those rabies shots felt?
 
2007-10-31 2:40:58 PM  
Long story short, I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration.
 
2007-10-31 2:41:32 PM  
somerandomfarkchickgroupie: When I was a kid [...], I shared a [...] bed with my sister. [...] I was on top.

That's hot.


Thoughtcrime, thoughtcrime, thoughtcrime! You are now being tried and charged by the People's Republic of America!
 
2007-10-31 2:41:50 PM  
Pontus and the Nail Drivers-Hey, you'd be a welcome sight. Pancakes?

There are some really creepy stories in this thread. I will hold some of them to read later tonight...to my children...muuuaaaahhh!!

/but of course...with powdered sugar?
 
2007-10-31 2:42:30 PM  
Another nicestryker4526:
Or the lightbulb burned out.

I bet if most of you tried, you could find a perfectly cogent explanation for all of this stuff. Start with the fact that human senses and perception are notoriously unreliable and minds do, indeed, "play tricks" on people.


Yup, it burned out. I was in a very strange and disturbed state of mind overall too since my grief had been very overwhelming. (I still have PTSD symptoms from it all even after all these years). But the timing on it burning out was just way too perfect to be a simple coincidence in my mind. A few moments before or after would have been very different. So coincidence or not, it's nice to think my hubby did it for me.

Not so easy to reconcile it all with my agnostic leaning-toward-athiest beliefs though, it all just makes no sense. I finally figured don't have to try to explain it and I leave it all in the realm of "maybe..."

You won't convince my mom of those coincidences though. She seems pretty sure that he helps her find misplaced items, just like he did before he died.

When I sold his old truck, I didn't tell the very nice family that bought it that it was my husband's truck and that he'd passed away until after the deal was just about done. They then drove it home to another state, a trip through the desert in high summer it should not have been able to make by a long shot, but they did it with very little trouble. (I had made them bring a tow dolly for it). It's since survived several other things it shouldn't have, including being stolen and mechanical failures that just didn't fail as seriously as they should have or were caught just in the nick of time. The wife decided that my husband's ghost (she calls it his "angel") must be watching over them too and considers it a bonus.

/Hubbyyyyy, the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you knooooowww....
 
2007-10-31 2:44:18 PM  
FloridaWyld:

Keep going. I'm interested. So, how did you kill the kittens?
 
2007-10-31 2:45:02 PM  
When I was a little kid, I woke up one night to have this (new window) thing staring at me from about 6 inches from my face. It terrified me. I wasn't able to move or cry or anything. Yeah, I know it was sleep paralysis, but when i think about that moment, it still creeps me out 25 years later.

/Thanks Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World or whatever tv show I was watching at the time...
 
2007-10-31 2:45:34 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: Zarkin Frood: 3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Sure, racoons do that all the time, especially if they're threatened, and the big ones can easily be that tall. They can open doors and windows and are not shy about it.


Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).
 
2007-10-31 2:45:38 PM  
My ex lived in a converted pub (this being England), maybe 350 years old and weird stuff happened all the time, if you sat in the living room you could see the hallway mirror in the corner of your vision and there was constant movement. They got in a "medium", everyone was skeptical until he described the interior of the house over the phone. When he got there the dog just panicked, pissed everywhere and wouldn't come back until this guy left. He said everything in the house would be friendly as long as we stayed out of the dining room (hot all year round, even with the windows open in winter) and the attic. I made the mistake of going into the attic to fetch some stuff when they moved out and I just instantly got angry, I'm not kidding here, like furious, just from entering the room on my own. In the end we looked up records of deaths on the property and found around 15-20, with 2 that just freaked us out. The Landlord's wife had been having an affair, he found out and murdered them both in the dining room, then hung himself from the rafters in the attic.

Stuff used to move around all the time in that house and it freaked me out every time.

/Didn't believe in ghosts till I stayed in that house
//Certainly believe in them now
 
2007-10-31 2:45:48 PM  
vagina-But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.

ahhhhh! I could have gone years without getting a visual on that you know.
 
2007-10-31 2:45:57 PM  
Kangaroo_Ralph
Each year, the Boobies of this thread ought to start with a definition of sleep paralysis, because there are always a few posts that can be answered with this.

It used to terrify the shiat out of me, but ever since I found out what sleep paralysis is, I've come to enjoy the experience.

/typed "Boobies" on purpose


I think that what I, and what others experienced, was probably our mind playing tricks on us. And yes, it was probably due to our half-awake state. I would swear in court that I was wide awake and fully conscious of my surroundings when it happened to me, but my mind could have still invented something that wasn't there.

But that doesn't necessarily (probability is a different issue) mean that there isn't something about sleep, or simply it being very dark, or waking up that allows people to see something they normally wouldn't be aware of. I'm mostly playing devil's advocate, but so little is understood about sleep by science that it inherently offers some wiggly room for paranormal experiences.
 
2007-10-31 2:46:02 PM  
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Going there tonight!

\does not believe in ghosts
 
2007-10-31 2:47:13 PM  
kibblesnbits: Another nicestryker4526:
Or the lightbulb burned out.

I bet if most of you tried, you could find a perfectly cogent explanation for all of this stuff. Start with the fact that human senses and perception are notoriously unreliable and minds do, indeed, "play tricks" on people.

Yup, it burned out. I was in a very strange and disturbed state of mind overall too since my grief had been very overwhelming. (I still have PTSD symptoms from it all even after all these years). But the timing on it burning out was just way too perfect to be a simple coincidence in my mind. A few moments before or after would have been very different. So coincidence or not, it's nice to think my hubby did it for me.

Not so easy to reconcile it all with my agnostic leaning-toward-athiest beliefs though, it all just makes no sense. I finally figured don't have to try to explain it and I leave it all in the realm of "maybe..."

You won't convince my mom of those coincidences though. She seems pretty sure that he helps her find misplaced items, just like he did before he died.

When I sold his old truck, I didn't tell the very nice family that bought it that it was my husband's truck and that he'd passed away until after the deal was just about done. They then drove it home to another state, a trip through the desert in high summer it should not have been able to make by a long shot, but they did it with very little trouble. (I had made them bring a tow dolly for it). It's since survived several other things it shouldn't have, including being stolen and mechanical failures that just didn't fail as seriously as they should have or were caught just in the nick of time. The wife decided that my husband's ghost (she calls it his "angel") must be watching over them too and considers it a bonus.

/Hubbyyyyy, the friendly ghost, the friendliest ghost you knooooowww....


Yeah, I can see where you're coming from with the "it's nice to think so" stuff. I had a cousin who died when I was about 4 years old because of AIDS (well, because of something he caught while he had AIDS. You know what I meant). And for all the snarky farkers out there: Yes, he was gay, har har. He used to play Super Mario Brothers 3 with me all the time when I was three. I wasn't allowed to visit him in the hospital, and there aren't any photos of him in any of my family's photo albums (not the ones that I can find, anyways). I think he might've been disowned when they found out he was gay, or something. Anyways, I've often thought I've seen his ghost around either right before going to sleep or just after waking up, but I write it off as dreams.

At least I'm not being too snarky about everyone's "ghost" stories.
 
2007-10-31 2:47:28 PM  
Zarkin Frood-Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).

I'd like to believe it was real freaky shiat, honestly...I have to agree with you that a raccoon can not raise a window.
 
2007-10-31 2:47:42 PM  
Mine isn't scary, at least it wasn't to me at the time...

When I was around 11 or 12, my folks had bought my Great Grandmother's house in Tawas, Michigan - the two-story house was about 100 years old by this time, and my Great Grandma had moved to St. Helen, to a trailer next to my uncle's house. It was a "weekend" home, mostly for staying in when we went up for the weekends, when my Dad went fishing, or for family get-togethers...

One night, I awoke to the sound of creaking coming from outside of my room. My room was on the first floor, my parents slept upstairs at the top of a staircase with a door at the bottom. I got up expecting to see somebody walking around downstairs, but I saw nobody, and the creaking sound continued... the source was coming from the living room area in the front of the house (um, not my parent's room, I had thought of that). Upon entering the room, I saw the source of the noise... and old chair (one of those stuffed chairs that rocked), was rocking, hard, back and forth. I stood and watched this for a minute or so.

I reached out, touched it, and it stopped. Looking behind the chair, there was nobody; there was no breeze, and there was no traffic outside. I hadn't even held the chair - just touched it, and it stopped. Then I tried pushing the chair, already knowing what I would see - the chair rocked back then forth then slowed to a stop. I tried again, same result, the chair would not rock on its own.

Usually, this sort of thing might freak me out, except that I knew, from what my relatives had told me, that this was the chair that my Great Grandfather, who passed away shortly before I was born, sat in all the time. I actually slept very soundly at that thought, that my Great Grandpa was watching over us at night.

The house is gone now, we built a newer home there a few years later, and tore down the old one. The memory of that night still remains, though.
 
2007-10-31 2:48:14 PM  
vagina: Once when I was walking at night near a cemetery, I felt a hand entering my pants from the back and massaging my gentials. When I looked behind it was gone. It was a real Scarrry moment.
But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.


WIN.. and FAP
 
2007-10-31 2:48:17 PM  
This one time my sister and I were playing Stratego while our parents were at a friend's house for dinner, when the house started shaking and this brilliant light shined through the living room window and my sister floated away, meanwhile I was paralyzed and completely unable to move or help her. After that, things got really weird...
 
2007-10-31 2:50:44 PM  
My father died February 11th, 2005, and me and my mother decided to move, with my brother living separately. We sold it to my mother's co-worker, and he decided to leave my father's home office alone. The next winter, things were disappearing. There was a bottle of water left in the refrigerator that disappeared without a trace. The sink started breaking, both of them. Home construction stuff started disappearing too, and there were no footprints left in the snow. Although we're skeptical, my mother's co-worker thinks my father's ghost is haunting the house.
 
2007-10-31 2:51:19 PM  
naughtymonkey: I got married.....

I have a similar story, but mine has a happy ending. I got divoriced!!!

/miss the daughter tho
 
2007-10-31 2:52:04 PM  
My only kinda-freaky story:

I was in undergrad, and I had my own dorm room (i.e. no roommates), so I was the only one with a key to the door. I was working on a research paper during the wee hours of the night and left to go to the bathroom. I locked my door on my way out as I always did because of thefts that frequently occurred in my hall.

When I returned from the bathrom, on the computer screen where I had stopped writing my paper was typed "666".

To this day, I don't know how it happened. Computer virus? Someone hacked my computer? I accidentally hit the 6 key 3 times when I got up to leave? All I know is it kind of freaked me out, being the middle of the night and everything.
 
2007-10-31 2:52:21 PM  
Zarkin Frood: grizzlyjohnson: Zarkin Frood: 3 ft tall raccoons that run on their hind legs?

Sure, racoons do that all the time, especially if they're threatened, and the big ones can easily be that tall. They can open doors and windows and are not shy about it.

Ha! If it was all black, that's exactly what it looked like! :) I just wanna know how it unlatched my window from the inside and pulled it up (It was one of those floor-to-ceiling jammies that I couldnt even open myself. The only way I closed it every time was grabbing the frame and jumping up and putting all my weight on it).


Well, if you accept the fact that that was the one night you left it unlatched, then you have your explanation. I haven't seen much raccoons couldn't get into. Where I grew up they opened up the doors and windows to come in and get the cat food all the time. They get a little crack in a window, they'll work on it all night until they get it open.
 
2007-10-31 2:53:01 PM  
Okay, I was on the couch, eating some of those white cheddar puffed cheese balls, watching TV. I heard a strange noise. It's hard to describe but it sounded like a siren maybe an old air raid siren or something. I got up to investigate, still eating, and found nothing. I walk around the house, stuffing my face because I'm nervous and the air siren noise starts to get faster. I totally freaked out now, What the hell? Where is this noise coming from?
I turn the corner in one of the hallways and I'm face to face with something. I don't know what it is. It looks like a glowing blob standing about as tall as me with a red tint. I start to run, cheese puffs falling all over the place. It's following me!! I turn through another hallway and I take a quick peek behind me. There's four of them!! FOUR! They all look the same but they are tinted a different color. I take a shortcut through the dining room back into the room I was watching TV, the air siren noise is going so fast now, still eating from being scared shiatless. All four of these things find me. And as they are advancing on me, choking down cheese puffs I find this really big puff at the bottom. It's glowing but I eat the thing anyway and all four of the ghosts turn blue and start to run away. So I chased them down ate them too.
 
2007-10-31 2:53:39 PM  
Since a lot of people are talking about hallucinations, I'd like to share that I was reading one night, fell asleep, was awoken by a kitten, and then saw a one foot spider on the bed. It had big eyes and two fangs sticking out. I just froze, and watched it walk into the wall and disappear. I then got out of bed and half convinced my fiancee I was crazy.

Fortunately, after I'd calmed down, I realized spiders that big cannot walk through walls, and the probability of it being in my condo is minimal, so I therefore was likely half-dreaming.

Though I am still afraid one of those fangs will come out of the wall and stab me in the face while I sleep. :P
 
2007-10-31 2:54:17 PM  
vagina: Once when I was walking at night near a cemetery, I felt a hand entering my pants from the back and massaging my gentials. When I looked behind it was gone. It was a real Scarrry moment.
But then I woke up, to find my dog licking my genitals. I could have made him stop but for some reason I didn't.


thanks a lot, now i have to explain to my officemates why I am giggling uncontrolably.
 
2007-10-31 2:54:25 PM  
Daffydil: I'd like to believe it was real freaky shiat, honestly...I have to agree with you that a raccoon can not raise a window.

Seen 'em do it. Haven't seen one yet than can turn a doorknob, but anything else, bet on it.
 
2007-10-31 2:55:53 PM  
i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?
 
2007-10-31 2:59:47 PM  
Zarkin Frood: Redwing: I like Turtles

One night I woke up to find my window open, so I got up to close it and I saw something pull its little black hand off the ledge and go scurrying out into the yard and up the tree that faced my window.


So, you have raccoons? SCARY!
 
2007-10-31 3:00:21 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


You say that as though we would all be surprised!
 
2007-10-31 3:00:40 PM  
When I was younger, I would always wake up in the middle of the night with a mysterious figure hovering above me, breathing heavily. It had the face of an old woman, and long, flowing white hair. I would always complain to my folks that there was a ghost in my room, but they just laughed it off.
Finally, after bothering them every night for a week, my dad gave me an aluminum baseball bat with the words "Ghost Thumper" written on it, "Keep this next to your bed," he explained. "Next time you see a ghost, hit them with this!"
Sure enough, that very night, I woke up at 2 am. As the sleep dissipated from my eyes, the visage of the ghost appeared above me. "You're so peaceful when you sleep," croaked the ghoul. It started yammering on about the beauty and innocence of children. I knew this was my opportunity. I grabbed by Ghost Thumper and took a swing. Contact! I kept hitting her until she stopped putting up a fight. I left her quivering on the floor, as I dove under the covers. I would remain there until daylight.
I still remember the date. February 21, 1985. It was my 5th birthday. It was also they day that they found my great-grandma beaten to death (in that very same bedroom, spookily enough).
 
2007-10-31 3:01:10 PM  
grizzlyjohnson-Seen 'em do it. Haven't seen one yet than can turn a doorknob, but anything else, bet on it.

Yay! I love raccoons...

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2007-10-31 3:01:34 PM  
Not a story about me, but my Ex-Wife's great Aunt.

Her name was Linda, and she is the most excentric person I know. She had been married for several years, and her husband would always buy her a single yellow rose whenever he wanted to apologize for something.

He passed away 11 years ago, 6 months before their anniversary. On their anniversary after his passing, she went downstairs to get her laundry. At the bottom of the stairs was a single yellow rose laying on the floor next to a painting he had promised to finish for her.

Creepiest thing ever.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:33 PM  
sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?


We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:48 PM  
muzzrphochr: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

You say that as though we would all be surprised!


i know i am. i thought i'd be married with kids in a dead end job by now.
 
2007-10-31 3:02:54 PM  
This actually happened a few days ago to my wife. She was in my 11 month old son's room, sitting on a rocking chair while my son was hitting the ole milk bar. My son has a crapload of toys. Most of them make some kind of noise. There's this one in particular that is in the shape of a car/telephone. Rolls around and plays music and makes weird noises. So, it was all quiet in the room when suddenly this car/telephone makes a noise. It kind of sounds like a kissing sound. The eyes on the phone flash as if to say hi. Then it is quiet. After she puts my son down in his crib, she goes over to the toy to turn it off. It was already off. True, to the baby Jeebus, story.
 
2007-10-31 3:03:02 PM  
One night about a year ago I woke up suddenly from my sleep to see the shadowy figure of a person standing against the wall past the end of my bed. The figure just stood there for about three seconds while I was entirely frozen, unable to move an inch no matter how I tried. This whole time I was quite certain it was a burglar, and I was afraid my wife and I would both be killed if I didn't move and attack him, but I couldn't move at all.

After a few seconds though I managed to turn my head a little to get a better look, and as soon as I did so the shadow went zipping out the bedroom door without making a sound. At that point I realized it wasn't a burglar because the landing and stairs outside the room creak way too much not to make a sound. I was still paralyzed with fear though, and my heart was racing like mad. I finally regained full movement about 10 seconds later, but it took me about 3 minutes to calm down enough to even breath right.... I didn't get out of bed though, because I knew it was either a dream or a ghost, and either way searching the house would be pointless.

I don't think I have ever been quite so scared in my life, and yet I can think of no reason for it. The house is new construction, nothing special had happened in my life or my neighbors, and before the house was built it was just farmlands and wetlands in that general area, nothing special at all, and certainly no graveyards, or even a good place to bury someone you were trying to hide..... Although I do live about a half mile from the Green River of The Green River Killer fame.
 
2007-10-31 3:03:19 PM  
I only have one use for ghosts. A comeback.

"Suck my dick"
"I dont believe in ghosts"

/got nuttin
 
2007-10-31 3:03:42 PM  
nunoyo: Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I call this story

You just brought back all kinds of memories. Thanks :)


I just wanna say BOO too all you people who are being skeptical and pessimistic in this thread and BOO to the people making stuff up. The fun of ghost stories is that the events really happened and whether or not they are real or were a misperception of the person involved is the creepy part. Don't ruin it for the rest of us.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:16 PM  
rebelyell2006: sortanerd: i'm actually a 32 year old virgin.
scary, huh?

We can take care of that. After all, this is fark, where every male is a stud and every female is a playboy model. And everybody here farks three times a day unprotected without getting any STDs, and still has enough energy to work out in the gym. And everybody here can get drunk off their ass without any hangovers.


and none of us ever play warhammer either, eh?
//Witch Hunters and Space Wolves.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:25 PM  
I love ghost stories and I purchased my first house over a year ago (built in 1920). I have to say I've never had an experience in any house that I can't attribute to drugs, alcohol, fear, or the group dynamic. While I know many people have died in my house, I have never felt an eerie, ghostly presence.
 
2007-10-31 3:05:29 PM  
grizzlyjohnson 2007-10-31 01:39:43 PM
Pimple: Yes. it was a little ghost carebear. Now when this shiat happens I'm always scared at first and that fear always makes it look evil at first, so in front of it I saw appear a little canon, and I knew it was going to shoot the canon at me.

Pachelbel's ghost?


hahaha, classic.
 
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