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Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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Shadows that move..
back in 92 some friends of mine decided to go to an old cementary and bring an owigeboard..
needless to say we came on the scene and was shocked.. sorry.. my beliefs are that only angles and demons walk the earth.. that little ghost of Timmy isnt so.. its something worse.. or good depends.. they were going along.. and all 15 of us saw these shadows near the grave markers.. now it really gets werid..cuz they moved around us.. i grabed my friend, Monica. and proceded to jump a 3 1/5 foot fence.. every one got out.. next day we went to look the place over.. the board was mauled.. and it was a clear bright sky at the gate.. by the time we reached the headstone near the back corner.. it rained.. the closer we got the harder the rain.. when we got to the spot we noticed that the rain was outlining shapes around the area... we walked back to the front gate when we got there the rain stopped.. funny thing was.. my damn car was dry.. we never went back. on a side note for 4 years after that no matter where me and my two friends moved.. we saw the shadows..
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Everything's better with bacon
Location: In your local grocer's freezer.
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Freaky, where was the cemetary?
There is a supposedly haunted cemetary right across the street from my office...I wonder what it would be like to do a ouija board thing there?
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Junkie
Location: Louisiana
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an old baptist graveyard.. *shudders* and the shadows were hanging out beyond the church's light.. very weird.. but hey i've seen alot of crap go down in my life i can't explain.. I could make 12 epi of the xfiles if i wanted too.
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies. |
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lost and found
Location: Berkeley
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Never use one of those infernal things without closing the session by saying "Goodbye" to whomever or whatever you've contacted. At the very least. I don't know if I believe in those boards or not, but I do have certain superstitions and have read too many horror stories about them to not tell people to use extreme caution when handling a ouija board.
Ideally, you want to say a prayer of protection before and afterward, and tell the spirits to not follow you home, in the name of God. That's standard practice for any supernatural investigation, actually. I imagine the prayers would reduce your chances of contact, but who wants to deal with malevolent entities anyway? Do some ouija research at http://www.ghosts.org./ouija.html
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Semi-Atomic
Location: Home.
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I have become more cynical since I played with that kind of thing, so I can't say how much was my mind paying tricks and how much was real. I do remember having very several strange expierinces thoughout that whole period. Shadows/lights moving, sounds, getting "vibes" from places like I was highly tuned in. I also had more sightings of my pooka (a kind of animal spirit that causes mischief) around this time, as well.
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Tilted
Location: Auckland
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That's scary
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A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting |
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Optimistic Skeptic
Location: Midway between a Beehive and Centennial
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A long time ago some friends and I decided to bring a tape recorder to a cemetery. We had heard somewhere or seen a TV show which said you could record the voices of ghosts. We put the recorder down and walked off to find the grave of someone's grandfather. We came back and left without incident. We went to someone's house to listen to the tape and pretty soon we started hearing noises which sounded like voices. We got all freaked out and decided to stop listening to the tape. The next morning we all got together again to listen to the tape. Guess what we heard? Nothing. I mean nothing special. Just the wind in the trees and the leaves blowing on the ground. That was it, no voices, nothing unusual. I think we imagined the whole thing from the night before because we were so wired about having gone to the cemetary.
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