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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 1094314" data-attributes="member: 2933">Okay, fine, I'll post more. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> 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? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" />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.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f641.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":(" title="Frown    :("  data-smilie="3"data-shortname=":(" />Edit - Did I talk about the stalker in the woods yet?</blockquote>

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