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Encounters with the Supernatural

Bad_English

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Hmmm lurking and the changes of lifes fortunes

I will make this one short.

Back in the day, 1973 in a Northwestern US town, that at the time was very small and crouched in the shadows of the cascades. Us locals used to go up on the 'middle fork' road which dated before the 1920's and supported logging, fishing, mining and hunting.

Of course this was the 70's and we were quite the roudy bunch of misfits. It was decided late one night about 1 AM, as we were unable to get anyone to buy us beer and we had no other mischief (herbal), save our on going obsession with LotR. So we hopped into the old 71 Cougar and booked out into night.

Now the Middle fork has a reputation; but not one we were aware of and a history that goes back quite a ways, but it was only after this night and asking alot of questions, this made sense.

It was decided not to go too far as it still was late spring and the wash outs up further would have reaped havoc on the car finding a spur road that lead out to a wide spot in the narrow valley so we could look at the stars and try to convince one of the girls to 'make out'. The loneliness and darkness was sure to work on them, (alas, it did not) shutting off the car and waiting abit for our eyes to get used to the moon light, we talked of the usual stuff. Galadriel and Frodo and how no one could ever make a movie that could even encompass the depth of the story.

The night was warm enough you could get away with a sweatshirt and soon we walked out on to the huge sandbar. People seperated to 'talk' and others tried to show off and build interest from the one other present and unattached girl.

I would say we got out about 300 yards out onto the gravel, when the couple in front of us stopped and instead of holding hands and all that they looked around as if startled.

As we approached the sound of the rushing water that filled the background with a soft echo seemed to stop. When we got closer, the air seemed to chill and we could see our breath when tha moon suddenly drooped behind a cloud everybody jumped and we looked about but could see nothing. Now youth played into this, we decided it was the moon and although the light breeze stopped it was just we needed to make a fire.

Turning to the northeast, for some reason we walked towards a stand of willows clustered around a log embedded in the sand. There forty feet away was an old fire ring with charred wood in it, we can do something and look cool. Then one of the other guys pulled out a pint of whiskey, he stole from his gramps and the adventure began.

We suddenly felt invulerable and every one scattered to find firewood, except the couple of whom the girl was still disturbed about the strange, cold spot. Her friend amazingly went off by herself looking, so we could not be shown up. The search for wood, was a noisy affair perhaps brought on by the moment earlier and the burning burbon in our stomachs.

The fire going and the fight over the last of the whiskey over, we got warm the only sound was the popping of the burning wood and the soft movement of the water echoing off the tall ring of trees, far away. We got quiet, and other than occasional bits of conversation we mostly sat and stared into the flames.

The wind suddenly started the trees to rustle and move and drown out the river as we looked about, some of us stood, suddenly a loud bang came from up close. Sounding like our friends small caliber pistol or larger, we all turned at him he sat look at us a shocked look on his face.

Now everybody was moving in the direction we thought was towards the car. The wind had stopped and the night got very cold, and fingers of mist were creeping out of the trees. "God!" We cannot leave the fire and our folks would be more angry at the fire left than the girls and the booze. So we head back and as we start to kick sand over it another loud report goes off and a hot rock comes flying out of the fire.

"Some one is shooting at us! Screw the fire we are booking!!" Now we are trying to move at a dignified scramble what was once an easy walk turned into struggle for every step. Once again we get stopped in the same spot a chill that just seems to take your breath away and all sound seems muted except your breath and the sensation of something watching and it was evil the hair stood up on my neck.

Strange you could look about there was no movement save the mist and the trees stood as if watching and waiting for something. Then the relief as I saw the reflection of the now setting moon on the chrome bumper of the car as a brief gap in the fog formed.

The cold spot was investigated during the day and out on that sand and gravel bar it was always colder and sound seemed deadened. Even in the daylight you felt it.

But we did however solve the mystery of the 'shots'.

The explosion was a phenomina from what are called "clay babies" natural concretions in clay that in this case was formed during the last ice age. The water trapped in the concretion super heats then explodes throwing red hot fragments out. Frightening the heck out of dumb a******
that should have known better.

The area on the 'middle fork' that we decided to stop at had a rock formation hidden in the hills nearby, that according to tradition was made from the hair of some sisters abducted by 'spirits from the moon' to be their brides.

The women grew their hair long and made a rope in order to climb down from the moon and they pulled the rope down so as to stop the 'spirits' from following. The hair fell and made the rocks.

Oh the name of the tribe the women come from translates to "Childern of the Moon." or Snoqualmie.

The broken half circle of mountain called Mount Si, is supposed to be a portion of the moon that fell from the sky. It was called "Twin Peaks" on TV.

The name of the river is also the Snoqualmie and the famous satquatch tracks were made in the 80's by a good, and very drunk friend of mine. Who cut off some old cross counrty skies and made a plywood feet nailed to it and on the bottom was cardboard, cause even a drunk knows a plywood print has to have something on it.

Lubricated with Jack Daniels he puts them on his feet only to discover the stiff plywood feet caused him spring board, in a marvelous show of luck and dexterity to wind up making huge drunken strides into the river. Where he barely survived drowning with those monstrosites attached to his feet only to finally remove them 40 yards down stream and drag his wet self out onto the rocks.

News crews, researchers, plaster castings, and a very drunk wet friend. Now you cannot say that is not scary.

You know Twin Peaks was filmed in part there and in that year about 8 miles away Ted Bundy' first victims were found. And the truth about the cherry pies made famous during the filming was, made from a can. Ted continued his terror for many years to come.
 

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^Graff

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*thread necromancy*
The following story is fiction, as far as I can tell, but it's the same flavor as some of the other stories on this thread. Some of you may have read this before, when I posted it on WoTC's CoC forums.

http://www.holyshiite.com/caver/

Personally, I haven't had many weird encounters. I had sleep paralysis once, and premonitions a half-dozen time in my life (nothing major). I do have Deja Vu often, though. Sometimes I have it 2-3 times a day.

And what's up with Dave-O? Has anything else happened at your house? Are you still moving in May?
 
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The_Universe

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^Graff said:
*thread necromancy*
The following story is fiction, as far as I can tell, but it's the same flavor as some of the other stories on this thread. Some of you may have read this before, when I posted it on WoTC's CoC forums.

http://www.holyshiite.com/caver/

Personally, I haven't had many weird encounters. I had sleep paralysis once, and premonitions a half-dozen time in my life (nothing major). I do have Deja Vu often, though. Sometimes I have it 2-3 times a day.

And what's up with Dave-O? Has anything else happened at your house? Are you still moving in May?
I am assuming that the author intentionally leaves the 11th page unloadable?

Very clever. Creepy, too. It's no doorthudder or Black-eyed kids, but definitely scary. Too much seems contrived to be true, but it makes a great story. If anybody knows 'Ted,' send him by the boards!
 

Freaky story I've never really told anyone...

Background...

My grandmother wasn't the most positive of people... in fact, I would go so far as to say, for most of her life, she was a very bad person. She cheated on my grandfather for years and years, aborted a baby for not logical reason and showed no remorse, abused her children, and managed though her illness to make the lives of her children and grandchildren completely miserable.

However, in the two years before her death at the young age of 61, her and I became close. She and I visited weekly--she told me about her entire life. And, I felt bad for her. She had emphasima (spelling?) and was suffering from liver failure due to her years and years of alchohol abuse and chain smoking...
As she grew sicker and sicker, I tried to ask her about the afterlife... what she thought was going to happen after she died--it could no longer be denied that she would, in the very near future, pass away.
I got little to no reply. She was raised Catholic. My grandfather made a large show of having the priest there to read her her last rights and whatnot every time she came close to death... but, she never really took it seriously.

When I was called out of the classroom on an early May afternoon, I knew what the principal was going to tell me... Gram was dead... it was no surprise...
Her funeral was rough... I consider myself to be christian... though, no preacher... I knew that she had not accepted God into her heart... and, if anyone has been placed in that situation before-- you know... it hurts worse than anything.

The night after her funeral, I had the most vivid dream I've ever had in my entire life... my grandmother screaming in brutal pain... her frail body, twisted and contorted and she writhed in what shifted from flames to snow... she wept and cried out... and begged for it to stop. I just stood... or floated... and there was nothing I could do. I reached out for her but the heat or cold would be too extreme for me to get to her.

I awoke weeping in a way that I've never wept before. I can't say that I know for sure... but, after that dream, I became almost certain that my grandmother went to Hell.

I don't know if this story really applies... it is the closest I have to a story about the afterlife reaching out and touching me directly.
I've never really told anyone as it's depressing... but, there's a first time for everything.
 



Here's a weird story that I just remembered while looking through this thread again..

My ex-boyfriend and a friend of his-- both named Jon-- were traveling through Madison, WI a couple years ago... while stopped at a gas station, they noticed a man in the rear of the 7-11 ramming repeatedly into the large brick wall... apparently he was slamming into it so hard that he was knocking his own teeth out and appeared to have broken his nose.
Jon and Jon, both generally caring people, were a little weirded out--but, at the same time, were very concerned. As they walked back toward the man, he cried out in a very un-humanly deep voice to stay away. His voice changed very suddenly and he started to weep-- claiming to be possessed by demons. He said that he was attempting to get the demons OUT by slamming himself into the wall.

When Jon and Jon offered to get help, his voice went back to the deep scary hell voice and he demanded they leave him immediately. Then, he started to run at them...

Needless to say, they were incredibly terrified. Ran back to their car, and quickly drove away.

The Jons called me right away afterwards to tell me about their brush with the freak man behind the 7-11...

I'm sure that I am missing some very creepy details... but, my memory does not always serve me as well as I would like...
 
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cignus_pfaccari

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More weird stuff that I forgot to mention back in October...

One night, at the old apartment, about 2-3 AM, I felt something, that I'd have to describe as a cat leaping off my bed. Well, we had a cat that came in for feeding and petting, but Chairman Mao didn't come to the door that night. Now that I think about it, it was about that time that my pet cat at home would've died (my parents, of course, forgot to tell me until I asked how she was doing).

Another thing, back in 2001. I mentioned in an earlier post that a friend Saw Things in her bedroom. Well, we'll call her Georgia Girl, since she was, at the time, living in Savannah, GA. At night, she saw things in her bedroom...like pictures of her and her mother and sister changing into those of rural black slaves or sharecroppers (she's of Polish extraction). A pile of laundry on a chair became a little boy, etc. It seems, though, that this started after she inherited some furniture from her grandfather, who'd also lived in Savannah, and put the chairs in her room.

I'd had some weird things happen in college and after, so I took what my witch friend suggested it and relayed to Georgia Girl...take some ivy and orange peel and stuff, say some prayers over it, and then swish it around the room while praying with the ivy. She never went into details, but it apparently worked. (Note that when I tried it, I didn't see any demons frying, but there was a nice lemony scent!)

Brad
 

LazerPointer

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I love this thread. I have no events that I can add (for which I am thankful, despite how damn interesting it would be) but I did experience sleep paralysis once only.

It was mid-afternoon, I was napping on the couch, and I woke up completely immobile. I heard someone fumbling with the front door. After 10-20 seconds it stopped, and I lay there waiting to see if anyone had come in for about five minutes. I eventually decided to fall asleep again. I think my head probably made up the doorknob sounds, and I'm really glad it didn't make up more. Keep the stories coming!
 

blackshirt5

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The_Universe said:
Blackshirt, what happened to the story you had here earlier today?! I didn't get a chance to read it, and now it's gone! YARGH!
Realized that it didn't really seem supernatural(but for the short version, my girlfriend, her mother, her mother's mother, and her mother's grandmother all look EXACTLY ALIKE; as in, mistaking old pictures of Great-Grandma Hilda for my Brooke). Also, wanna look more into how often things fall on the remaining three, Brooke, Talba(her mom), and Grandma Heller(stuff around the house ALWAYS falls on those three, and just those three; never Brooke's stepdad, Keith, or her sisters, or anyone who comes to visit; it's never anything dangerous or life-threatening, at least not toomuchso, just irritating and annoying), before I post that part of the story; all I know is that I've spent plenty of time in that house and even walking to the fridge in the middle of the night, nothing falls on me.

Plus, it just seems spooooooky! My story DISAPPEARED! *waggles fingers and makes spooky moaning sounds*
 
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The_Universe

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I agree, Blackshirt--I had been reading back through the thread, and when I came back to your most recent post, I was shocked--GHOSTS STOLE YOUR STORY!

But then rationality kicked back in. I think the identical generations thing is VERY strange...at the very least, someone has consistently dominant genes. Are they all the oldest (or only) girl in the family? Does the trend extend back before her grandmother?

Haunted chairs are neat.

Cignus, what part of Arlington are you in?
 

blackshirt5

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Yeah, each of them ARE the oldest girls in the family.

Dunno about it extending back past them, that's as far back as the pictures go(Brooke's Great-Grandmother was the first american generation, before that, they were in Europe).
 

The_Universe

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blackshirt5 said:
Yeah, each of them ARE the oldest girls in the family.

Dunno about it extending back past them, that's as far back as the pictures go(Brooke's Great-Grandmother was the first american generation, before that, they were in Europe).
One more commonality. I don't really remember much from High School Biology, but even with science on my side, three nearly identical generations is a tremendous coincidence...highly unlikely. But, if there'a anything I know, it's that just because something is unlikely doesn't mean that there is something changing the rules--unlikely things happen...just less often. :)

Does Grandma remember if she looked like her mother? Did your girlfriend's mom remember thinking that her mother looked like her grandmother? Do they think it's odd? This is just so fascinating! :D
 

The_Universe

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RingXero said:
And the best so far, (in fact this has made it into my game)
- The White Owl - Repeated sitings by multiple independant people, all without knowledge of what other people have seen. This owl is either normal sized or up to 4 feet tall, and in all cases without any discernable face, no eyes or beak, just a smooth 'face'. Soft white light emanates from it, so that it is easily seen in the dark. Will be standing on the ground, or on a bench, or tree branch, when seen, will 'stare' at person a couple seconds, then always fly into the Barn's second floor wall. This side wall has no holes or windows.
RX
This sounds a lot like descriptions of the mothman--the thing from the movie from a couple of years ago with Richard Gere. the shape, the color, even the eyes sound like descriptions I have read in Keel's books, among other places...

Also, I demand more supernatural stories!

uh...please.
 

Lucky Number

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i finally quit lurking and register

1- My mother once rented an apartment which had a haunted kitchen, at least while she was there. More than once, she walked inside to discover a spot where the temperature was drastically and inexplicably lower, and at least once, something that was laying in a stable position (no way it could have fallen from just wind or being bumped into) was thrown across the kitchen while she was in a different room.

2- Myself, i've had a number of dreams where i would experience some simple, rather uninteresting event, such as standing in line in a restaurant while talking familiarly with a person i did not know at the time of the dream. Several months later, i would find myself experiencing the exact same event several times, exactly as it was in the dream- in the case of the restaurant, it was one i had never been in until i met my girlfriend, who turned out to be the person in the dream, and the restaurant was one with distinctive internal architecture.

3- i live in the Hudson River Valley, near Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow, and the state of the famed Washington Irving (who set his stories in those towns). Though i've never been there, i've heard many times that Irving's ghost will sexually harass young women (nothing serious, as far as i've heard). Aside from that, the Valley is just really creepy in and around that area. People walking in broad daylight have been suddenly overcome by feelings of fear and apprehension.

4- While riding from a friend's birthday party, i was snapped out of a state of drowsiness by a feeling of 'unnaturalness', and began noticing that the people in the area we (my father was driving) were passing through had a slightly bizzarre cast to their features. Several minutes later, we passed the sign for Indian Point.

5- My grandparents have a property upstate which relies on a septic tank for sewage, and the system has a maintenance tunnel behind the house. One day, the tunnel was open for whatever reason, and i looked inside at the tunnel floor, where sunlight was shining down from above. I saw two or three of what i thought were very large bullfrogs, and wondered at how they got down there. Then i noticed the patterns on their backs, and realized that it was the colour and markings of the pickerel toads which frequent the area in the summertime. Pickerel toads are a little smaller than a kiwi fruit, but these amphibians were about the size of grapefruits. Whether they were large bullfrogs with markings that somehow matched a species of toad (the bullfrogs in this area are an avocado green, whereas the pickerels are primarily tan), or toads the size of large frogs, i can't be sure. However, i did later see one sitting before the garden on the opposite end of the house, so i know it wasn't a trick of light and shadow (it hopped away into the brush when i tried to catch it).

6- If you're a New Yorker within driving distance of NYC, you've at least heard firsthand accounts of the sewer rats. The size of cats, monstrous things with vicious temperaments. A former classmate claimed to have kept one as a pet, though the truth of this is doubtful.

7- Any number of inexplicable technological/mechanical quirks and failures may be blamed upon gremlins. My girlfriend says she is fairly certain there are some living in a tree outside her window.

8- Since childhood, i've been haunted by visions and what i was fairly certain were imagined monsters lurking near my bed. However, in the past year, some of these 'imagined' creatures reached out to me, and i came to understand that they were not harmful, but protective in nature. Their horrific appearance was something akin to that of a gargoyle- designed more to frighten away even more terrible things than to put fear into regular people. As far as i have determined, they are called Darklings or Darkling Folk. At least one has possessed my body to carry on a conversation (speaking in a poorly faked english accent), mostly because he has no body of his own, not even an immaterial one.



A Modern game set in the areas of the lower Hudson River Valley and NYC, possibly crossing into Jersey occasionally, would have a fairly good variety in the monsters. Aside from a variety of ghosts, "monstrous" versions of normal animals, gargoyles (a number of buildings in the city have them), and the numerous devils (including the famed Jersey Devil), one may also easily include monsters which immigrated here from other regions.
 

Lucky Number

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hellbender said:
The technique is a weird sort of regression. Simply picture in your mind the 49th hexagram (ko) of the I-Ching upon a door in your mind. Then mentally open the door and walk through. I find it easiest to draw out the figure, stare at it to get a good impression, and mentally paint it upon a door then push the door open. One aspect is that for me, every time I do this, it is a wooden door underground. I have only had to be restrained once, some people go berserk, some have pleasant experiences. I learned through later investigation that this was used as a form of past life regression by budding psychologists of the early portion of the last century. It is thought of as an experiment in atavism.

Except for what mark is on the door, this sounds exactly like a dream recollection exercise my mother was taught- she was taught it by her sister, who swears she learned it thusly-

Walking her dog down the street, she struck up a conversation with an old woman who happened along. Somehow the topic arrived at dreams, and the woman suggested visualizing a hall ending at a doorway with the word "dreams" upon it, and opening it. The woman disappeared as soon as this conversation ended, and it occured to my aunt later on that she had appeared in such a manner that she would have been seen coming up or down the street- there was nothing but a tall wall on either side of the road, nothing an elderly woman could or would scale easily.

My aunt is convinced she dreamed the whole thing after nodding off from the repetitive motion of walking, though i don't know many people who fall asleep while walking.

Anyway, the method reportedly works for recalling dreams, though i have yet to actually open the door (i have visualized it once or twice).
 

The Goblin King

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Lucky Number said:
2- Myself, i've had a number of dreams where i would experience some simple, rather uninteresting event, such as standing in line in a restaurant while talking familiarly with a person i did not know at the time of the dream. Several months later, i would find myself experiencing the exact same event several times, exactly as it was in the dream- in the case of the restaurant, it was one i had never been in until i met my girlfriend, who turned out to be the person in the dream, and the restaurant was one with distinctive internal architecture.

Deja Vu is wierd for me too. Is there any scientific explanation for deja vu? I often experience it however I have always dismissed it. My daily routine is very boring. One day is very much like the last with little variation. When I get the feeling "Hey, I've done this before." I'm all like "Dur! We do this every day."
 

Xath

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I've had some odd experiences, but only one of them has been truely frightening.

1) I will never use a Ouij- board again. When I was 10 years old (about) a bunch of us were playing with a board and "talking" to spirits. But as 10 year olds are prone to do, we were moving the pointer ourselves. We talked to a man every day for about 2 weeks. But during the 2nd week, i picked up the pointer and had a vivid premonition/vision/i don't know. A horrific face combined with a feeling that there was a taint everywhere. Decidedly evil. I never touched a board again. Even when I worked for WotC, I never restocked them.

2)I have had a few dreams that have seemed wierd. Some others on the board have described similar experiences. When I first moved to Catonsville, MD, I had a dream about a building I had never seen before, with a play-ground area outside. There was a double door entrance and I recall that the hallway inside was carpeted blue. A few days later, my mom and I were riding our bikes to explore our new neighborhood. Surely enough, I saw that building and went to investigate the carpeting. Blue.

3) I had a dream on the night of April 12 which stuck with me after waking. The only things seemingly stressed were the military and June 12, 2010. But I guess I won't know if anything happens until then.

4) Apparently sometimes I make uncanny predictions. When I was 2 years old, I was in the car with my mom and I asked her why a bus would be on a sidewalk. She said that busses wouldn't be on a sidewalk. Five blocks later, we turn a corner and what do you know; a bus on the sidewalk.

5) I knew my aunt was pregnant before she told anyone.

6) Once when playing Cities and Knights of Catan, a friend of mine was dealt a yellow action card and I told him what it was before he looked at it. For the rest of that game, I was able to choose which cards would be most beneficial for people to steal from one another, and which cards the player didn't want to be stolen from them. At first, my friends were annoyed and then intrigued by the accuracy.

7) This is more of a place thing. The Medieval Museum in Paris is inside what were originally Roman Baths in the 4th century, and then in the 12th century, an abbess was built onto the ruins of the bath. The lower levels of the baths were used as a crypt and you can go down there today. Now, this is not the most popular of museums in Paris, so most of the time, you're alone in any given room. In the crypt you can hear moaning, which is easily explainable by the pipes and the Metro which run nearby. But neither of those explains the eerie feelings people seem to get down there.
 

Hemlock Stones

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All The Scary Is Awesome Stuff!

GREETINGS!

First I'd like to thank everybody for all the different posts. The stuff is all incredible. I am going to try the I-Ching thing and see what happens.

Here are some of the weird things I've experienced.

When I was seven on a Sunday night I asked what time it was. I could have looked at the clock on the wall in the same room but didn't. (Yes, I could tell time at that age ;) ) I was told 7:30 PM. About 15 minutes later the phone rang and it was my brother calling to tell my Mom that our father had died. My father had passed away at 7:30 PM in Florida. I was in Michigan at the time.

I remember one time I had fallen asleep. My dog was on the bed with me and had also fallen asleep at the same time. I started having a weird dream. I was walking down the street to my next-door neighbor's house. What was strange was the view I had as I walked. It was as if I was only two feet tall. I got to the driveway of the house and looked at one of those maroon picker bushes. The colors were all wrong. It freaked me out and I woke up. I looked over at my dog, and he was in the throes of a dream. I think somehow I was dreaming about the same thing he was.

This is probably the freakest thing I have ever experienced. I just got dropped off home from work. One of my co-workers got drunk and smashed their car into the side of my parked car. Needless to say I was upset about it. I walked in the house. I was angry. I was storming about the house and my dog seized up and had some kind of an attack. The dog went out and I was fairly certain she was dead. I felt no heart beat. I started crying and held her in my arms and started praying. My dog came back! The dog was a bit loopy for about ten minutes and then everything was normal. The vetrenarian examined the dog about a month later and didn't find anything wrong.

This is my last dog story. My dog and I were outside one night. I walked with the dog to the corner of the street. The dog was doing her business. I noticed two big black shapes running down the street. As the shapes got closer to me and my dog, they were two huge black dogs. Both the same breed, I think an elkhound or an irish setter. I yelled at my dog to get by me, I didn't want her to run into the street if she got spooked by the two dogs. When I yelled, one of the two black dogs darted into the street and got hit by a car. One of the dogs kept on running. The other lay dead in the street bleeding. The next morning there was no sign of either dog. No puddle of blood, no drag marks, nothing.

Keep up with all the posts!

So Sayeth the Bone Daddy! :cool:
 

blackshirt5

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The_Universe said:
One more commonality. I don't really remember much from High School Biology, but even with science on my side, three nearly identical generations is a tremendous coincidence...highly unlikely. But, if there'a anything I know, it's that just because something is unlikely doesn't mean that there is something changing the rules--unlikely things happen...just less often. :)

Does Grandma remember if she looked like her mother? Did your girlfriend's mom remember thinking that her mother looked like her grandmother? Do they think it's odd? This is just so fascinating! :D

Oh, they all know they look like their mothers. And it was 4 generations(Brooke's great-grandmother, Brooke's grandmother, Brooke's mother, and Brooke), not 3. The picture I saw was Talba(Brooke's mom)'s grandmother.

And Talba finds it funny; Brooke thinks it's creepy(and I think is a bit sad that when she's 40 she'll look like her mom).
 

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