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Posts by -SpectraL

  1. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Imagine the nerve of not using the "Ph" in their collective identity! Outrageous!
  2. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Icecubes are best.
  3. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Not much meat on 'em...
  4. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by BlueNigga Mankind is doomed to crash and die, we are a virus on this world

    Indeed. A cancerous plague which will soon be wiped out, except for a select few genuine faithful. They'll never even see it coming, with their heads stuck in their cell phones and their brains in their shoes.
  5. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    The account I gave is completely true. None of it was made up.
  6. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by spacepantz not unless you say your a pedofile.

    I'm asking BlueNigga. You won't even talk to me.
  7. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    YouTube videos were never broken.
  8. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by BlueNigga I want to hear your side if this

    Will anything I say be held against me?
  9. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by spacepantz Not with you but your on a political spectrum that Id rather not even talk to.

    Now you've hurt my feelings.
  10. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Nothing wrong with a good fried chicken.
  11. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Originally posted by BlueNigga what… that's it? no more debating?

    Sure. Let's debate the inevitable collapse of man's so-called kingdom. It's not a matter of if, just when.
  12. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    I 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+00:00
  13. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    That's right. Get rid of all the borders, too, and all the border agents. Get rid of all government. Get rid of all laws. If a terrorist appears, you shoot the fucker. No more terrorist. Problem solved. Fuck the politically correct bullshit. Fuck the world in its entirety.
  14. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    The 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.
  15. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    There 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.
  16. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    I like black people.
  17. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    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.
  18. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    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.
  19. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    TheDarkRodent is obviously in his glory in this thread.

    *backs away slowly into the mist*
  20. -SpectraL coward [the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
    Get rid of money. Get rid of lotteries. Get rid of corporations. Get rid of shopping malls. Get rid of celebrities. Get rid of movies. It's all just brainwashing, greed and propaganda anyways, at the end of the day. Just get rid of it all. This should be the new age, the "Get Rid" age. That's where we get rid of all these useless fucks and take back the world God gave us. Burn their kingdom to the ground. Hang them all from the lamposts. Not just another civil war, but an all-out eradication of the festering cancer we like to call "progress", and everything associated with it.

    Post last edited by -SpectraL at 2017-04-21T21:10:52.258357+00:00
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