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Ghosts.... weird shit is in my house.
memo3300:
--- Quote from: Sabb on November 24, 2011, 05:01:41 PM ---My rationalization on ghosts is similar to that of my [non] belief in god. I'm too lazy and sick to rant though, so fkit.
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you know... you could search for a haunted place, risk your life, believe in ghosts, and end up believing in god.
Al most all the people who gets a traumatic experience with ghosts end up believing god.
Cheesicle:
The other day, my house's burglar alarm went off by itself. I was the only person in the house, and there was no one else.
Or so I hoped.
Well anyway, I turned off the alarm, and a few seconds later, it goes off again. It really creeped me out. I had to call my mom to get a technician to fix it.
Astropilot:
--- Quote from: Doctor Who on November 24, 2011, 07:22:58 PM ---Doing the bloody mary conspiracy, huh?
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Actually no. I just opened the door and it was gone.
Cheesicle:
Oh, just remembered this one time...
I was around 4 or 5 years old. I was still living in LA at that time, and at the time, there was a very tall mountainish-hill behind my neighborhood. It wasn't too tall, yet wasn't super short. Short enough so that you could see people on the mountain if there were any (there usually aren't any, in fact, this is the only time I've ever seen anyone on the mountain.), yet tall enough that it would take a while to climb up it.
Anyway, my babysitter took me out to pick up my brother from the bus stop. The walk to the bus stop from my house only takes literally 2 minutes. While we were walking there, I saw a man riding on a horse. I remember him because he was wearing a full stereotypical "cowboy" outfit. About 5 seconds later, when we reach the bus stop, I turn around again. The man is gone.
I look on the mountain, and there he is. At the top of the mountain, with his cowboy outfit and the same horse. It was like he just teleported from the street to the mountain. It was the first time I ever felt so strange about something before. I reasoned that there was no way the man could have climbed the mountain that fast. It was just impossible. Yet there he was, riding his horse at the top of the mountain. It was fucking weird.
Of course, my baby sitter didn't believe me when I told her.
Sabb:
--- Quote from: memo3300 on November 25, 2011, 04:13:21 AM ---you know... you could search for a haunted place, risk your life, believe in ghosts, and end up believing in god.
Al most all the people who gets a traumatic experience with ghosts end up believing god.
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Fortunately, I'm not the horror story cliché. So nope.
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