i think this did actually happen and then she blocked you
Spooky Experiences?
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lol wouldn't surprise me
"your friend brett said he want to rape me i don understand i never spoke to him before"
Raddy
Healer's Fist
Motherfucker needs a Limpia on that house fosho. Burn some sage n crack an egg
Branman65
I SHOWED MY GRANDPA SHOTA
My dad once saw the ghost of a civil war soldier when he was a kid.
This happened not long ago when I was in college. Me and a couple of other sorority girls decided to meet up with some friends at a lakeside campsite. That campsite was somewhat notorious because about 10 years previous a row boat close to shore had capsized and 4 people drowned. None of them could swim. None of them were wearing flotation devices. And all of them were negroes.
On this particular evening, we arrived at the campsite and went to store our stuff in the tent area which was away from the campfire and shrouded in darkness due to thick cloud cover. We had to use flashlights just to see where we were walking. As we neared the tents, we could hear a rustling sound. And then the whispering began.
Needless to say, we were a bit freaked out. The whispering didn’t sound like a language we were familiar with and then we heard someone or something laughing. We were standing in front of our tent and the sound was coming from the treeline about 25 metres away. We scanned the area with our flashlights but didn’t see anything unusual.
Then, the clouds suddenly parted and we were bathed in moonlight. The mysterious whispering seemed to increase. We freaked and turned to run back to where everyone was at the campfire. And that’s when we saw them: they emerged from the inky darkness of the treeline.
At first, all we could make out were white eyes and teeth. I could feel my skin crawl. Were these the apparitions I had heard stories about but never believed? Were they going to grab and take us down to the murky depths of the lake? We were frozen with fear.
But then these things stepped into the moonlight and we could see what they were and it was worse than we could have imagined! They were 3 of your typical feral negro urban ‘yoofs’ that some misguided limpwristed liberal charity thought would benefit from “being in nature”. Their campsite was next to ours.
Their names were something like DeVinyl, D’Brickashaw, and LaCroshinious. And on their return to nature they were spending their time spying on ‘dem whyte wimminz. Their hard-to-understand language was modern urban ebonics and the hooting and hollering they’re so fond of commenced with vigour once we made eye contact with them.
So we fled. We ran back to the campsite and told everyone about our encounter. The guys got up and sprinted to the tents worried about everyone’s stuff because.....negroes. The negroes were gone, but 2 guys remained with the tents all night because......negroes.
The next day, we saw a groidle of negroes playing in the shallow water - going no further than knee deep in the lake - and we suggested that they take a row boat out on the water. No, you don’t need to know how to row. Yes, it’s very safe. No, it doesn’t matter if you can’t swim. And Yes, there is free grape drank, free weed, and free KFC that someone stored in a cooler right in the middle of the lake - it’s difficult to see until you get there.
On this particular evening, we arrived at the campsite and went to store our stuff in the tent area which was away from the campfire and shrouded in darkness due to thick cloud cover. We had to use flashlights just to see where we were walking. As we neared the tents, we could hear a rustling sound. And then the whispering began.
Needless to say, we were a bit freaked out. The whispering didn’t sound like a language we were familiar with and then we heard someone or something laughing. We were standing in front of our tent and the sound was coming from the treeline about 25 metres away. We scanned the area with our flashlights but didn’t see anything unusual.
Then, the clouds suddenly parted and we were bathed in moonlight. The mysterious whispering seemed to increase. We freaked and turned to run back to where everyone was at the campfire. And that’s when we saw them: they emerged from the inky darkness of the treeline.
At first, all we could make out were white eyes and teeth. I could feel my skin crawl. Were these the apparitions I had heard stories about but never believed? Were they going to grab and take us down to the murky depths of the lake? We were frozen with fear.
But then these things stepped into the moonlight and we could see what they were and it was worse than we could have imagined! They were 3 of your typical feral negro urban ‘yoofs’ that some misguided limpwristed liberal charity thought would benefit from “being in nature”. Their campsite was next to ours.
Their names were something like DeVinyl, D’Brickashaw, and LaCroshinious. And on their return to nature they were spending their time spying on ‘dem whyte wimminz. Their hard-to-understand language was modern urban ebonics and the hooting and hollering they’re so fond of commenced with vigour once we made eye contact with them.
So we fled. We ran back to the campsite and told everyone about our encounter. The guys got up and sprinted to the tents worried about everyone’s stuff because.....negroes. The negroes were gone, but 2 guys remained with the tents all night because......negroes.
The next day, we saw a groidle of negroes playing in the shallow water - going no further than knee deep in the lake - and we suggested that they take a row boat out on the water. No, you don’t need to know how to row. Yes, it’s very safe. No, it doesn’t matter if you can’t swim. And Yes, there is free grape drank, free weed, and free KFC that someone stored in a cooler right in the middle of the lake - it’s difficult to see until you get there.
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I don't know the full details for this one, since I was a kid at the time and I heard the story third-hand.
It was rumored that somewhere deep in the mountains there was a place called the 'House of Laughter'. Basically an abandoned villa being taken over by the jungle. Now I'm not sure how often or when exactly this happened but it was said that if you approached the place you would start to hear laughter. Not just light chuckles mind you. Full blown, belly bursting laughter, from multiple people, like a recorded stage audience for sitcoms. It would never stop.
They said that if you ventured inside, to try and find the source you would never be seen again.Probably bullshit, but that's how it goes with local folklore.
It was rumored that somewhere deep in the mountains there was a place called the 'House of Laughter'. Basically an abandoned villa being taken over by the jungle. Now I'm not sure how often or when exactly this happened but it was said that if you approached the place you would start to hear laughter. Not just light chuckles mind you. Full blown, belly bursting laughter, from multiple people, like a recorded stage audience for sitcoms. It would never stop.
They said that if you ventured inside, to try and find the source you would never be seen again.Probably bullshit, but that's how it goes with local folklore.
i heard lots of stories like that growing up in the countryside, they're mostly bullshit like someone's grandpa coming back home and seeing the devil and devil attacking him, which totally wasn't grandpa getting drunk and coming up with a retarded story to cover up why he's home late and covered with bruises. other stories are just boring and similar to the one you told earlier: youg couple moves to an old house, sees some weird shit, discover that something is not right about the house (most popular story in my city mentions house built on an old graveyard.),then parson blesses the house and everything comes back to normal.
there's one story that stands out from the others tho. for a little cultural background you need to know that us catholics love our little wayside shrines, we put them all over the countryside for many different reasons: be it roadside crosses marking places of horrible accidents, shrines placed for protection in areas that were considered to be cursed, bigger shrines historically used as places of gathering and prayer for people unable to attend service, shrines built as a thank you etc. there are also shrines built out of remorse and guilt, and the story is about one of them.
during world war I, so called great war, my region was part of the mighty Austro-Hungary, fortunately my city saw very little action during that conflict although some local folks were recruited into kaiser's army and military transports were a common sight. one of those transports was a single Austrian officer, dunno if he was a local or a poor soul from another part of Habsburg Empire, the only thing about him we know for sure is that he carried payment for the troops stationed nearby. local farmer who's name remains unknown decided to murder the officer and take money for himself, he buried him in the forest, near the road where he killed him. used the money to get rich and years later out of remorse built a wayside shrine so that soul of the officer can rest at peace, some people say at night you can still see the ghost of unfortunate soldier haunting place of his death
the best part is the story's real, the shrine is still hanging from a very old tree and it looks like it was made before second world war and most local historians agree someone murdered an austro hungarian officer around my city. as for paranormal part of the story i've never seen the ghost myself by maybe someday when i wander through that forest road at night i will
Ah. That's why in the mountains, a lot of the sharp turns have little alcoves with statues of the Virgin Mary with candles.
I just remembered this the other day. I can't believe I forgot, since it was so odd. I brushed it off as some odd electrical phenomena, but there were some peculiarities that I think bear mentioning.
When I was bothering with college, I met this chick who had dreams of running for president. Anyhow, since I don't have a car to save some money, she drives me around, to go see places. She's friends with the curator of a local house-turned-museum. She shows me a picture of a figure of what appeared to be a woman sitting on the front steps of the house, saying that no one had been there when the picture had been taken. Ok. Sure.
The real thing was when we went inside to an upstairs room. It was claimed that the room was haunted by a man who liked touching the hair young women. Lo and behold, right before my eyes her hair rose up in the air, but only a strand, and it only happened to her. Curious, I stuck my hand into where I thought the "ghost" was, and almost immediately I felt my hand get shocked/cold. The curator and my friend made me apologize to the ghost, and that was that.
I wonder what it was? I WANT to see a ghost, but I won't believe something like this completely. It could have been some sort of parlor trick. Thoughts?
When I was bothering with college, I met this chick who had dreams of running for president. Anyhow, since I don't have a car to save some money, she drives me around, to go see places. She's friends with the curator of a local house-turned-museum. She shows me a picture of a figure of what appeared to be a woman sitting on the front steps of the house, saying that no one had been there when the picture had been taken. Ok. Sure.
The real thing was when we went inside to an upstairs room. It was claimed that the room was haunted by a man who liked touching the hair young women. Lo and behold, right before my eyes her hair rose up in the air, but only a strand, and it only happened to her. Curious, I stuck my hand into where I thought the "ghost" was, and almost immediately I felt my hand get shocked/cold. The curator and my friend made me apologize to the ghost, and that was that.
I wonder what it was? I WANT to see a ghost, but I won't believe something like this completely. It could have been some sort of parlor trick. Thoughts?
Call Me Tim
Dramacrat
Proof that Joe Biden is just an animated corpse. It's his ghost.
I saw somebody fucking a dead body
Never really had that many paranormal experiences aside from the fact I had some weird terrifying dreams. I had a weird dream about fighting in some ancient Roman gladiatorial arena against weird ass chimera monsters.
Do tell.
It was a bizarre dream.
I thought I was Cop looking at a crime scene. Looking at the Torture Room that the Snuff Flimers used, I found the bloody key for said Torture Room. So I went and found The Second Snuff Filmer fucking The Victim's dead body, I shoot him without hesitation and almost got trapped while doing so, I saw many dead bodies all Brutaley mutilated. It looked like the Pain Series page on ED but even worse, I Ran in an instead and also took pictures with it too, And Showing the dead bodies to the other cops.
Thankfully, My Alarm saved me from The Bizarre Dream
Are you sure you’re not remembering your vacation to Mexihell? They love torture and beheadings.