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I come into my office and notice some of my trinkets have moved. I know it's not housekeeping because they don't dust.
Is the building just shifting?
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Read about Jinns...
Sure, I was sittin' in my Lazy Boy when the Spurs put 5 in their trophy case, June of '13. A spook, from France, a French spook somehow got it out of the Spurs Trophy Case & into the Heat Trophy Case.
I about myself.
yea bruh I seent a ghost when I was 10-12, scared the out of me
thats the worst got damn ghost story I ever read guyEveryone here knows I don't believe in bull just because some book says I should, and I am a logical thinker... But I will admit there was this one time that was really weird.... It didn't freak me out, but it did fascinate me.
I will admit experiencing such an event only because I was not alone at the time and both me and the other person have no logical explanation of what happened, and yes, we both experienced it at the exact same time.
So here is the setup..... This was about 8 years ago... I had a movie that I got from a torrent or something, cant remember the movie (it wasn't a horror movie or anything like that from what I remember).... Anyway, me and my best friend were watching it off of my computer, which had very localized speakers, I mean, it wasn't room surround sound, it was just a pair of speakers right next to the monitor.... I distinctly remember it was a cam recording. I have no pets in the house and no one else is home... it is just us 2 drinking and bull ting watching this movie. Keep in mind it was a CAM recording.
So we are watching this movie and, at the same time, hear this kind of mumbling voice towards the front door, not outside, it sounded like it was in the hallway.... We both swung our heads towards the sound at the same time and confirmed with each other that we heard the same thing. We decided to go outside for a smoke and we thought, logically, it was a cam recording of the movie so it must have been someone in the theatre being captured on audio making noise.... so we rewound it back to the point we heard the noise.... Nothing.
That is probably the one situation I have been in, which another person can corroborate, that I cannot explain.
Can I explain it? No.
Am I going to fall on my knees and pray about it?no.
I haven't seen anything 'supernatural' but on Friday night I did see something really cool. I was getting out of my car and looked up at the sky with alarm because I saw a bright light with sparks trailing behind it in the sky. But a moment later it disappeared. I knew immediately it was a meteorite that burned up in the atmosphere. I've never seen anything like it.
yes...my I have...
We lived in Omaha back in the mid-70's in a trailer and had a washer that had this lint filter cartridge in it that would catch the lint, then you could extract the cartridge tap it on the side of your trash can and reinsert it. Girl & I would get a kick out of it seeing how much you could knock off. One day it just disappeared. "Hey, Dale come here." I mean it was ing gone. Gone, gone. She ain't a practical joker and either am I. And nobody lived with us, no kids then. Just gone. Two weeks later it showed back up in that washer. "Hey, Dale come here."
We lived in Phoenix early in this century. I was lower than skunk one Sunday afternoon. We was waitin' for the flight to leave LAX to the state capital. Down like 1-3, weak- thin. I was typing my lament to the old AZ Central site and the children were in the living room. All the sudden, a tumult, a like tsunami in the middle of in' drought laden Phoenix hit. A big er, drove the children out into the ing street, screaming for Dad (me). I don't have to tell you what it was, what had happened. Suffice to say:::that in' horn as Horry's shot came in out of the setting sun was like-I don't know...smelled like supernatural ish.
You would know being the instigator that you are usually.
I don't believe in ghosts or aliens on this planet.
Shutup, Waylon.
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