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2017-04-21 at 3:15 PM UTCAn interesting, non-computer related story about your real life. I'm serious. Something about your love life, or some time you got your ass kicked. Anything.
I just want to see if you really have anything to contribute other than your try-hard internet wise man act. You seem to think that you do, so prove it for once. -
2017-04-21 at 4:25 PM UTC^he told us a story about fishing awhile back and it was a good story and he also told us a story about being a preacher man
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2017-04-21 at 4:41 PM UTC
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2017-04-21 at 4:46 PM UTC
Originally posted by Fox Paws An interesting, non-computer related story about your real life. I'm serious. Something about your love life, or some time you got your ass kicked. Anything.
I just want to see if you really have anything to contribute other than your try-hard internet wise man act. You seem to think that you do, so prove it for once.
stfu and don't encourage him -
2017-04-21 at 8:32 PM UTCWell
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2017-04-21 at 8:36 PM UTC
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2017-04-21 at 9:21 PM UTCThis is a true story. I walked into a bedroom at about 3am once, and the bed was floating about three feet off the floor. It was floating right there in mid air, gently swaying slightly from side to side, like a boat on the water. I walked up to it, crouched down, and looked under the bed. All four legs were off the floor. I walked to the side of the bed and shook the shoulder of the person sleeping in it. They wouldn't wake up. I shook harder. No response. I grabbed the person by the arm and yanked. Their eyes finally came open. And the moment their eyes opened, the bed slammed fully down flat with a loud bang. I told the person their bed was floating. The person said they knew. I asked them how they knew. They said it was a spirit that was playing games with them. I told the person to get the fuck out of the house, because that's what I was going to do next.
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2017-04-21 at 9:25 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL This is a true story. I walked into a bedroom at about 3am once, and the bed was floating about three feet off the floor. It was floating right there in mid air, gently swaying slightly from side to side, like a boat on the water. I walked up to it, crouched down, and looked under the bed. All four legs were off the floor. I walked to the side of the bed and shook the shoulder of the person sleeping in it. They wouldn't wake up. I shook harder. No response. I grabbed the person by the arm and yanked. Their eyes finally came open. And the moment their eyes opened, the bed slammed fully down flat with a loud bang. I told the person their bed was floating. The person said they knew. I asked them how they knew. They said it was a spirit that was playing games with them. I told the person to get the fuck out of the house, because that's what I was going to do next.
This story has to be self motivated based on having sleep paralysis which can sometimes happen when your trying to sleep where you get a weird feeling of floating and if you wake up while in sleep paralysis you get a jolt of energy almost like adrenaline which usually jumps you from the bed making it feel like you just fell and hit the bed really hard. -
2017-04-21 at 9:25 PM UTCDid you ever go back
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2017-04-21 at 9:26 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL This is a true story. I walked into a bedroom at about 3am once, and the bed was floating about three feet off the floor. It was floating right there in mid air, gently swaying slightly from side to side, like a boat on the water. I walked up to it, crouched down, and looked under the bed. All four legs were off the floor. I walked to the side of the bed and shook the shoulder of the person sleeping in it. They wouldn't wake up. I shook harder. No response. I grabbed the person by the arm and yanked. Their eyes finally came open. And the moment their eyes opened, the bed slammed fully down flat with a loud bang. I told the person their bed was floating. The person said they knew. I asked them how they knew. They said it was a spirit that was playing games with them. I told the person to get the fuck out of the house, because that's what I was going to do next.
Seems pretty plausible , you told that person to get out of your area, because it was their eneregy that was going to kill you in yoursleep. then the pigs would of just chalked it up to.. oh well he died in his sleep.. because thats how western culture works with entities. If you were in afrika and you randomly woke up and grabbed a rock and smashed your bunk mates head in, they wouldn't think too much about it because they understand that stuff more than americans do.
But I've listened to douglas diethcrich a lil bit and if you have intent underneith such weird/scary circumstances you can slice those fuckers up. they aren't melevonent and aren't demonds, but they are someones curse against you. Thats what I believe.
And by the way certain people are more susceptible to those beings more than other depending on race, race is a real thing. People think that koreans and vietnemes and japansese are all one race but they really aren't.
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2017-04-21 at 9:41 PM UTCThere was no sleep paralyses. I was wide awake. It really did happen. No, I've never been back. It was a really ancient 20-bedroom house in Old Montreal, probably built around 1870 or so. I also witnessed heavy furniture move by themselves across the floor in the living room on one occasion, and experienced several other supernatural happenings.
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2017-04-21 at 9:47 PM UTCIt was 1989
Bonfire Night
When the red mist first enveloped his character traits
He found himself with no control over his fists wailing on some dickhead’s face from his council estate
See many moons had passed since the hope of a 2 point 4 landlubber life style had been smashed into smithereens
It was a year ago this very day that the intravenous sludge pumping had taken off at a wild speed
He found himself a regular at the phone boxes
Cherry Lambrini
Bicarb from the corner shop
Back to the mold covered wormhole mattress stained practice baccy packs full of flints and butts stinking
Nuff guzzling drugs
Vein deposit lumps clogging his mug stuck in the mud the AM doth greet him
Spastic Speck sat in a deluge of acid tabs
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2017-04-21 at 10:03 PM UTCThere was an old iron cross in a vintage picture frame hanging on the wall in my bedroom. It had green on some sections of the iron and it was pockmarked, indicating it was probably hundreds, if not thousands, of years old. It literally radiated a field of pure evil whenever you looked at it, or touched it, or even stood in its vicinity - I can only describe the feeling as an ice-cold, sub-zero feeling of supernatural energy. One night, I removed it and stuffed it under a pile of garbage that was near the sidewalk next door. The next morning, when I awoke, it was back on the wall in the exact same spot. True story.
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2017-04-21 at 10:13 PM UTCI don't think they had picture frames thousands of years ago. I think they just had cave art. That's cool though, what was the address? I'd like to go there myself and document my findings for a book I'm writing.
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2017-04-21 at 10:24 PM UTCThe woman who owned the house, who was heavily into voodoo and the occult, would often start wailing and howling late at night, and if you looked out in the hallway, you would see her with mud all over her face, with just the eyes showing, and cabbage leaves stuck to the upper part of her head and hair, which was also covered in mud. She would pace back and forth throughout the house, snarling and grunting and sobbing and shrieking, really inhuman sounds. But you would never see her during the day. I was told she had two kids, which I had never seen at the house at all the entire time I was there.
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2017-04-21 at 10:41 PM UTCWhy were you there in the first place?
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2017-04-21 at 10:43 PM UTC
Originally posted by -SpectraL There was no sleep paralyses. I was wide awake. It really did happen. No, I've never been back. It was a really ancient 20-bedroom house in Old Montreal, probably built around 1870 or so. I also witnessed heavy furniture move by themselves across the floor in the living room on one occasion, and experienced several other supernatural happenings.
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2017-04-21 at 11:19 PM UTCI was there staying for a week while I attended an event at the Olympic Stadium. Rooms, apartments and houses were volunteered by the locals. I ended up in this house. I didn't stay the entire week either. Just four days and four nights of heavy paranormal activity was enough to know to get the hell out of there.
The final night, I finally realized the actual threat once and for all. After small knicknacks and keepsakes and other items from the shelf in the living room started streaking through the air like bullets one late night, traveling through the air so fast you could hardly see them, pulverizing into literal dust and fragments against the walls, with heavy furniture sliding by themselves across the floor, I ran for the front door. When I got to the door, I looked at the deadbolt, and it was definitely in the open position, but when I turned the handle and yanked on the door, it was stuck solid. Wouldn't even budge a millimeter. I twisted the deadbolt to locked, and then back to open, and I could clearly see the slide bolt was withdrawn inside the lock, and there was no other lock on the door, and pulled. Frozen solid in the frame. I looked back down the hallway and I could see this large blur coming right up it from toward the living room; it appeared as it would look if you looked at a spot in the air just over the flames of a campfire, floating about a foot or two off the floor, about 4 feet across and over 7 or 8 feet tall, and it was definitely coming my way fast up the long hallway.
So I yanked on the door back and forth with all my might, but it still wouldn't budge an inch, and then all of a sudden it just released, like out of a vacuum, as if pulling the door out of a sucking, pulling, attractive force, is the only way I can describe it. Once the door was open, I ran headlong down the long flight of steps to the street below, and then looked up to the front door. It was right there, in the doorway. This shimmering, transparent blur. It just hovered right there under the archway, moving slightly up and down, and slightly left and right. It floated just inside the doorway and kind of pulsed. Then, as I looked up to the doorway in frozen horror, it started sending terrible, horrible thoughts and urgent messages into my mind, and tried to overpower my mind telepathically. I was almost locked in place, like almost in a trance, my muscles all locked up, my energy just drained right out, it felt like a wave of complete hopelessness x10 that just seized the entire body. I fell down twice, then scrambled up and I ran down the street and got the hell out of there, leaving all my spare clothes and possessions behind, even my shoes. Flagged a taxi, grabbed the nearest motel. Tried to forget about it over the years, blot it out of memory completely, but never quite could.
{edit} I just hope it didn't follow me.
Post last edited by -SpectraL at 2017-04-21T23:21:58.681933+00:00The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
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