Encounters with the Supernatural
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The_Universe
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Keep the thread alive!
best...thread....ever! Keep posting people! I'm out of spookiness!
best...thread....ever! Keep posting people! I'm out of spookiness!
The_Universe
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Door Thudder
Yessir--we're talking about your posts. *shudders*
What else happened? If there's worse than door thudder, and you're alright telling us, then please do so!
Yessir--we're talking about your posts. *shudders*
What else happened? If there's worse than door thudder, and you're alright telling us, then please do so!
dave_o
Explorer
Okay, fine, I'll post more. 
My SAN score must be so high after all I've been through.
In San Diego, over the summer, I stayed in my girlfriend's mom's place. It's a huge, old contemporary Californian home, and I was staying in one of the unused bedrooms. Throughout my stay I kept feeling hands on my sides and stuff while I was asleep, and I'd wake up, thinking it was my Salem - only, she was sound asleep in her bedroom.
"Hmm," I thought, "ghosty, nothing unusual for me."
One night, I was walking through my hallway, coming from the bathroom. My vision starts to get hazy, as the hallway seems to fill up with a dark-colored mist. Standing at the end of the hall is a girl, about my height, looking down at her feet. Since I'm in night vision mode, I walk toward her, thinking it's my girlfriend.
And my arms pass through her, and she seems to dissipate into the rest. I ran back into the living room and hid under the covers.
Not enough?
A few years back, here, in Dave's Evil-o-Rama (moving in May, moving in May, moving in May), all the dogs on this stretch of road died. Around fifteen dogs in total.
That night, I was out on the back porch, with my uncle and a few friends. The moon was full, as cliche as it is, and it was during the dog days of summer. The humidity was so bad that it was actually difficult to see. Way up the road, we hear a dog barking. Nothing unusual, until it makes a few strangled cries which get cut off.
It happens again, closer. I start fearing for my dogs, so my uncle produces the ever-present hillbilly shotgun from his truck. (Sigh, I hate Kentucky) We stand sort of close to the dogs, around twenty yards away, when we hear our neighbor's dogs start howling and barking. My aunt hastily grabs our dogs, shoving them inside, and going inside with them.
Thusly, my uncle and the rest of us run to the neighbors. We hear their dogs make the same strangled cry, and see our neighbors walking back toward their house, scared to f'in death. When asked what happened, they wouldn't say a word.
Fifteen dogs dead, one night, with no visible wounds save for the ones a few inflicted on themselves.
I live here.
Edit - Did I talk about the stalker in the woods yet?
My SAN score must be so high after all I've been through.In San Diego, over the summer, I stayed in my girlfriend's mom's place. It's a huge, old contemporary Californian home, and I was staying in one of the unused bedrooms. Throughout my stay I kept feeling hands on my sides and stuff while I was asleep, and I'd wake up, thinking it was my Salem - only, she was sound asleep in her bedroom.
"Hmm," I thought, "ghosty, nothing unusual for me."
One night, I was walking through my hallway, coming from the bathroom. My vision starts to get hazy, as the hallway seems to fill up with a dark-colored mist. Standing at the end of the hall is a girl, about my height, looking down at her feet. Since I'm in night vision mode, I walk toward her, thinking it's my girlfriend.
And my arms pass through her, and she seems to dissipate into the rest. I ran back into the living room and hid under the covers.
Not enough?
A few years back, here, in Dave's Evil-o-Rama (moving in May, moving in May, moving in May), all the dogs on this stretch of road died. Around fifteen dogs in total.
That night, I was out on the back porch, with my uncle and a few friends. The moon was full, as cliche as it is, and it was during the dog days of summer. The humidity was so bad that it was actually difficult to see. Way up the road, we hear a dog barking. Nothing unusual, until it makes a few strangled cries which get cut off.
It happens again, closer. I start fearing for my dogs, so my uncle produces the ever-present hillbilly shotgun from his truck. (Sigh, I hate Kentucky) We stand sort of close to the dogs, around twenty yards away, when we hear our neighbor's dogs start howling and barking. My aunt hastily grabs our dogs, shoving them inside, and going inside with them.
Thusly, my uncle and the rest of us run to the neighbors. We hear their dogs make the same strangled cry, and see our neighbors walking back toward their house, scared to f'in death. When asked what happened, they wouldn't say a word.
Fifteen dogs dead, one night, with no visible wounds save for the ones a few inflicted on themselves.
I live here.
Edit - Did I talk about the stalker in the woods yet?
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WayneLigon
Adventurer
dave_o said:Is the "door thudder" everyone is talking about from my stories?
Believe me, worse things have happened.
*shudder*
Tell more?
Clueless
Webmonkey
dave_o said:Fifteen dogs dead, one night, with no visible wounds save for the ones a few inflicted on themselves.
I live here.
Edit - Did I talk about the stalker in the woods yet?
.... *stare*
*why* have you not moved yet?
On the other hand - keep talking, yer getting me ideas.
I've got one, but it's nothing too scary.
When I was 5 or 6, my family and I were all sitting around my great grandmother's kitchen table. My great aunt decided to show us this great party trick she knew where she could cleanse people of "the evil eye". (I put that in quotes because I can't remember what she called it, but it was something along those lines) Anyway, she went to the cupboard and got a bowl, brought it to the sink, and filled it with water. Then she went to the other cupboard and got a bottle of olive oil. She said that if the oil separated from the water, like it's supposed to, that you were free of the evil eye. If it blended with the water, she'd have to do some incantation until it separated. Well, she started with my mother, touching her forehead, whispering something, and then dropping oil into the water. It separated like normal. She went to my dad, and at first it blended, but after she said her "incantation", it separated. It continued like this with mixed results (people being afflicted to varying degrees, or some not at all, like my mom) until it got to me. When she dropped the oil into the water, it blended. No matter how many times she said the incantation, it stayed that way. After several minutes of trying, she decided to move on to my cousin who was sitting next to me. When she touched his forehead, the oil separated.
I've always assumed that she was just messing with me somehow, but to this day I haven't figured out how. I thought maybe she had dish detergent on her hand or something, but I don't get how she could have timed that last part so well without touching the bowl.
When I was 5 or 6, my family and I were all sitting around my great grandmother's kitchen table. My great aunt decided to show us this great party trick she knew where she could cleanse people of "the evil eye". (I put that in quotes because I can't remember what she called it, but it was something along those lines) Anyway, she went to the cupboard and got a bowl, brought it to the sink, and filled it with water. Then she went to the other cupboard and got a bottle of olive oil. She said that if the oil separated from the water, like it's supposed to, that you were free of the evil eye. If it blended with the water, she'd have to do some incantation until it separated. Well, she started with my mother, touching her forehead, whispering something, and then dropping oil into the water. It separated like normal. She went to my dad, and at first it blended, but after she said her "incantation", it separated. It continued like this with mixed results (people being afflicted to varying degrees, or some not at all, like my mom) until it got to me. When she dropped the oil into the water, it blended. No matter how many times she said the incantation, it stayed that way. After several minutes of trying, she decided to move on to my cousin who was sitting next to me. When she touched his forehead, the oil separated.
I've always assumed that she was just messing with me somehow, but to this day I haven't figured out how. I thought maybe she had dish detergent on her hand or something, but I don't get how she could have timed that last part so well without touching the bowl.
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