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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:33:06 GMT -5
While in high school I dated this guy who was a pagan. His family had been for several generations and he promised to show me ways to keep out things I didn't want in my house. My mon hated him because she said that he would just drag in more 'ghosty strays'. He only ever came over to my house once mainly because he didn't believe that I was telling the truth about the shadow man. My mom allowed it only if we kept the door open because she thought he was just making up excuses to be alone in my room with me. Which for all I know he could have been. He brought a bunch of different things with him. Different crystals, and sage, and a few books. He didn't get very far. As soon as he started unpacking his stuff he started crying his eyes out. He said that there were horrible things that lives here. He didn't think he could do anything about it. After a few minutes of him babbling about dark things and how he couldn't understand why I was such a happy person everything that was sitting on top of my bookshelf fell off. He just grabbed his things and left. My best friend in high school (we will call her megan) thought I was awesome because 'You have a demonic guardian! And that shit is fuckin brutal! ' but she also thought that if she eventually took enough LSD she would become god...So I never really put much into anything she said. Megan was funny as hell though, so I didn't mind her crazy. She saw the shadow man several times through our friendship. He never bothered her and never really came around if she was there. Most likely because she wanted him to 'come chill with the mortals' so badly. He doesn't do requests. Hell, he barely listens to me.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:34:08 GMT -5
Megan and I decided to go to a party with a bunch of her older brothers friends one night. Her dad and my mom were 'good friends' so they let us go so they could hang out for the night. This was my first time to ever try drinking alcohol.... And what a massacre it was.... A few of our classmates were there so I decided to hang out with them while Megan went to find her brother and tell him we were there. One of my friends, ('Eric'), had a bottle of cheap whiskey and coke mixed together... Mostly whiskey... He eventually convinced me to drink it. It wasn't bad so he convinced me to help him finish the bottle. I hadn't seen Megan in a while so I went to look for her. By this time I was pretty drunk but did not realize it at the time. I started asking around for her but no one had seen her. Eventually one of the guys she knew said she was in the back yard helping her brother and the girl who lived there set up the volleyball net in the pool. So being the drunken idiot I was, I followed him to the back yard.
Well turns out Megan wasn't back there... No one was... I ended up getting the shit beat out of me, raped, and left to bleed out in the yard. Extremely long story short, cops are call but I'm the one that ends up in cuffs, the guy got away with it and I never went to that house for parties again. Amusingly enough, a week later the guy had a mental break down and drove his car into a lake. He claimed that 'a tall man with horrible green eyes told him to go "meet the angels and maybe they would give a fuck".
The guy is still alive. He move schools after that. He never went to jail or anything. But come to find out I wasn't the only one he had raped. It's ok though, karma is a bitch and I have faith he will be raped one day. After high school I went to a nice little private college several miles from home. I didn't stay long. I left after my dorm fought on fire twice in the same month. And plus I just really didn't like the place. Plus there was just to much activity there. I stayed distracted and my grades were crap.
I ended up moving in with my boyfriend at the time and working as a tax preparer/ receptionist at one of my moms friends' office. I actually ended up living with this guy a while despite the shadow mans dislike of it. My boyfriend thought we had a 'sweet ass poltergeist'. While I was there I was constantly 'slipping' out of my body. At least that is what it feels like. Kinda like I fell sideways as soon as I try to lay down to sleep. At his house there was a ghost of an older woman that would wander from bedroom to bedroom. And if ever i felt like it was stuck out of my body she would tell me to 'be calm. Nothing bad will happen! Just enjoy what you see'. I liked that ghost lady...
We eventually rented an apartment. This place was full of shadow people. The doors would open themselves, we could never keep cups out with liquid or they would just fall off whatever they sat on. Naturally the shadow man followed me here as well. We lived there a little over a year. My boyfriend ended up becoming a violent control freak who thought I was a cheating whore... So I left him and moved back to my moms. The entire apartment complex caught on fire not to long afterward.
While living at my moms, I found a new boyfriend. A vegan pacifist, who thought that he was the reincarnation of some saint... I forget which one... Anyway, my sister got pregnant by this guy and he ended up saying that if she didn't have an abortion he would deal with it himself.. Some pacifist, huh? Just another example of completely non violent men losing their damn mind after living in the same house as I do... It's damn weird...
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:35:08 GMT -5
I found a tattoo apprenticeship not long after my nephew was born ( and the vegan dickhead having moved far far away). I am still creeped out by this place at night. You can see people walking in and out of the workrooms and constantly feel like there is something looming over you if you turn your back to the seterilization area.
I found my future husband ('ryan')working here. He came over from another shop and started working with us about the same time I was given full time. He has the exact same issue with a spirit following him. And it does pretty mic the same things.. Except it doesn't move things when it's upset. Still hates men...
My great aunt lived down the driveway from my mom in an old farm house. Its about 3 miles to her house and another 5ish (give or take) to the main road. This old woman was evil... She had refused her parents real medical care and made them live with her in their old age. She repeatedly beat them and starved them if they 'were bad'... She never allowed them to go outside or leAve their room for that matter.. And until they died she kept them this way.. Horrible old bitch.... Anyway, that was long before my time. I knew her as a paranoid old bat with bipolar tendencies. She had locks on every door in her house so 'the ghosts wouldn't get her'... She swore to god that there were giant hell hounds that tried to break into her house at night and kill her. Which I do not doubt... She saw Bigfoot every other day. And lived pretty much alone. Well she was getting up there in age and I would go check on her from time to make sure she hadn't died and no one had noticed. She was constantly telling me how the ghosts would scream at her for being a bad person and she just didn't know why they would do that. (Hmmm... Most likely the ghosts were Papa and Little Granny and they hated her for good damn reason. So no matter how many times she asked I never would look into it. ) I never felt anything threatening there. Never saw anything other than movement behind locked doors. So it didn't bother me... Therefore I found it justified and didn't care. One night I went to go check on her because we hadn't heard from her in a while. She didn't answer her door and none of the lights were on so I was kinda worried. She couldn't drive and the family hated her so no one would pick her up. My sister and I were the only ones that checked on her out of pitty. I call my sister and she and I searched the property looking for her. We eventually found her out by a condemned barn collapsed in a fire ant bed. The poor old woman had half her face chewed up by the ants. We called an ambulance and they took her to the hospital. She had had a mild stroke and was in shock because of the ant bites but only lived another two weeks. The entire time she kept saying she heard dogs and that the wolves were coming. I was passing her house one night on my way to meet Ryan for a date when my car started smoking and spewing high pressured hot ass liquid from under the hood. I called him and told him I wouldn't make it and he offered to come help. While I was waiting the door of my great aunts house flew open and every light turned on. I called my mom to come down the road and wait with me because I wasn't fond of sitting in the woods on a dirt road by myself with possibly vengeful ghosts. Thankfully she sat with me until Ryan got there and fixed my car. The three of us went and turned off the lights and closed and locked the door back. The next day we found out my great aunt had died. I assume that the spirits of her parents that stayed there just to make her life hell decided to leave and that was why the lights had turned on an the door opened. But Ryan believes they ghost raped my radiator and refuses to ride past her house at night in fear of car trouble. Hehe.
Ryan ad I built a house together not to long ago. Sadly enough with ghosts already and waiting. It's just inevitable.
I once slipped out of my body here... I sat up to find two spirits string down at me. The first was a dog headed man that wore nothing. The other looked like he had a scarecrow head. There was a horrible noise that sounded like a plastic bag caught in gale force winds ad they both started to disappear... But not like fading or anything... It looked like a video that is damaged and skipping. It scared me so badly my physical body actually sat up with me. The entire room smelled like burned hair for a week afterward...
About a week ago, Ryan, our two roommates, and I were all at home at the same time for the first time since we moved in more people. They were all playing the new Halo and I was giving the dog a bath. I started smelling something that was similar to burning paper and asked if they had just smoked or put out a candle. None of them had. So I go to dry off the dog and the door that goes to the laundry room opens and slaps a few times. None of this is a big deal or new to any of us so we laughed it off. The dog starts whining and ran to hide under the coffee table... Which is odd because normally he just half ass barks and goes back to doing whatever. I go to check it out and as soon as I do a wall of smoke comes pouring out of the room. I freak the hell out, grab the dog, and everyone gets the hell out. When we got outside the entire underneath of the house was engulfed in flames. When the fire truck got here the fire was already out except for a few places. My room mate had Done what he could with a waterhose. The rest of the fire was put out with half of a small fire extinguisher. The fire chief went in and did his thing but couldn't find evidence of a fire any bigger than they had put out. Hell none of the insulation was even scorched....
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 2:35:35 GMT -5
I live daily with so much strange goings on that I just decided to skim over most of it and highlight just the big stuff... Sorry but it would literally take forever to type otherwise.
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Post by f3n1xhvn732 on Dec 15, 2011 10:07:02 GMT -5
Yeah, I´m sure it´s true. It seems that you are one of the "special people". People with the talent to see ghosts and other "sobrenatural" stuff. The tall man is interesting though, is like your gardian... Heres another link with information about the other types of shadows (human ghosts): www.angelsghosts.com/shadow_people
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 14:50:33 GMT -5
That's my guess. He can be rediculously overprotective... Why he's there in the first place is beyond me. I haven't actually seen him since my house was on fire... Is it sad that I'm actually kinda worried? Lol. It's just weird not having Mr. Gangly chilling in the corner. Lol sorry I give things rediculous names so they don't seem as threatening. =}
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Post by f3n1xhvn732 on Dec 15, 2011 15:52:11 GMT -5
So he already disapeared. Well it only leaves more questions than answers... Also Mr. Gangly HAHAHAHA, sorry I can´t stop thinking is funny.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 17:07:02 GMT -5
He usually comes back after a while. He's only been gone for 2 months at the longest. And that's only when something severely fucked up has happened... So yeah idk. It's just weird when he leaves...
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Post by MissKat on Dec 15, 2011 17:07:55 GMT -5
Only ever been gone*** sorry. He's been MIA for almost 2 weeks this time. So no big deal really.
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Post by MissKat on Dec 22, 2011 15:47:10 GMT -5
Oddly enough a dream saved my life last last night. The entire week I kept dreaming that the breaks in my car went out. The emergency break would break off in my hand and the gas pedal would become stuck in the 'fuckin go!' possition. The car would continue to get smaller and crush me until I slam into a brick wall. Last night was my sister-in-laws 21st birthday. We were going to meet her at one of our favorite bars downtown. On the way I ended up freaking out and feeling like I was going to black out. We pulled over on the side of the highway while I tried collecting myself. Luckily enough I pulled over just in time to watch a tanker truck carrying gasoline take out 6 other cars I had been on the middle of before I pulled over. Gasoline spilled over all 4 lanes and cought on fire. Only two of the cars were still recognizable as vehicles afterward... If I would have kept going and not pulled over, we would have been crushed between the huge ass median and the truck.
Needless to say we didn't make it out to the bar. We were sittin there for 5 1/2 hours. It may have been coincidence but it was terrifyingly accurate. Either way I'm glad we made it out alright.
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Post by f3n1xhvn732 on Dec 23, 2011 10:06:16 GMT -5
Ok, thats interesting. Maybe precognition, I don´t know.
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