Paranormal Activity

[672]

*hugs and nuzles*

I know.. but hey, at least it gives you something to tell your grandkids, right?

Oh yeah. Don't visit old hospitals in Tallahassee, FL.

Or piss off certain unseen things.

And never turn friends into cats. You never know when you may need them. Right?

 

[Skip1934a]

Oh yeah. Don't visit old hospitals in Tallahassee, FL.

Or piss off certain unseen things.

And never turn friends into cats. You never know when you may need them. Right?

G'morning, 672. Have you posted any stories to Lit?

 

[FallingToFly]

G'morning, 672. Have you posted any stories to Lit?

Nope... she's had a bunch rejected though- she writes incredibly good and graphic horrotica extreme.

She also is the other half of A Love story in A Minor Key. Hence the reason she's my Kittay!

 

[Skip1934a]

Nope... she's had a bunch rejected though- she writes incredibly good and graphic horrotica extreme.

She also is the other half of A Love story in A Minor Key. Hence the reason she's my Kittay!

<click> A light bulb illuminates in my mind.

 

[Lisa Denton]

No. I don't want to Google that. I don't have to Google it to feel what you feel. I know what it means to be a battery for them, but what I want to know is why. And only...like peripheral vision. When I don't mean to see it, I do. When I don't mean to hear it, I do. But when I try, I don't see it and I don't hear it. When they know I'm looking, they disappear back into the shadows. Like when you can see planets or certain constellations in the sky. They don't appear very bright when you look directly at them, but when you kind of look off to the side you can see it so clearly. So why me? Ever since I moved here, more than 80% of the pictures we've taken, or more accurately that I've taken, holding the camera in my hands, orbs show up. I've seen them in my room, seen lights flicker, watched things fall that shouldn't, and listened to white noise--with staggering success. What is it about me? And why do they show themselves the way they do...when I'm not trying to see?

I saw what are called the "Brown Mountain Lights" at least I think thats the name (spank me if I'm wrong) in North Carolina. Along the Blue Ridge Parkway, which goes through the mountains of several states, there is actually a lil place to park there and a lil plague saying "Brown Mountain Lights" of course, but not much else.

You are standing way up on a mountain looking into a big valley. There are lights flyin around down there. I felt something strange, not scary, and wanted to climb down aways to see better but it looked dangerous, steep mountain footing.

A few days later a friend wanted to research them and do a paper on them for school and asked me to get some stuff at a library. Of course I read most of what I checked out of the library. One of the most interesting things was that since these lights have been around forever or almost. Back at some point,, 40's maybe or 50's, or dinosaur days , a government group like Corp Of Engineers or something did a report on them. I read it.

It said that the lights were reflections from locomotives (thats olden tymey talk for trains) that were running from nearby valleys, and that the reflections seemed to intensify and go on for long times probably due to some reflective type rock formations of something of that sort.

End of report said basically "everbody chill out, it ain't ghosts and shit, don't panick, we figured it out, go on about your business".

A follow up report a few years later, when the nearby valleys were flooded and the train tracks were under water and no trains were running, but the lights were still there, said basically "ooops, uh, maybe we was wrong, sorry, uh, cause of these lights has been changed to ..... unknown".

I thought it was all interesting. Paranormal? Baffling? Bizarre? No. Just interesting.


Another instance happened when I was a teen. Long story short is several carloads of kids out visitng some friends in the country boondocks areas. Most was drinking and silly but I only had one or two beers all night. After going from several house visiting peoples we wound up at one house. A few peoples were inside but most outside, at some point all the mostly sober drivers all got into one car and went into town for some beer or something, and didn't come back for hours.

After a while kids started running out of this house, freakin out, totally terrified, hair standing straight up, shaking all over. Peoples started asking who the fucks house is this anyways, and nobody knew. Of course the "oh fuckin god, we're stranded in the middle of the night at a freakin haunted house" screams started up.

I, being calm and mostly sober, and assuming this was the house of one of the peoples who went into town, decided to go into the house and defuse this situation. A few other brave peoples who hadn't been inside decide to follow behind me. Amidst calls of "for gods sake, don't go in there!!) we walked on in.

Within minutes the other brave souls behind me let out whimperin cries of terror and ran like chickenshits. Some screamin that something had grabbed them and stuff.

I walked through the house, sometimes sensing that something or someone was in my peripheral vision, but that if I were to look, they would not be there. They didn't seem scary or menacing or anything, and at one point, it did get bizarre.

I clearly heard a voice say, as if several peoples were discussing, and talking about me, say "no, its a friend".

The feelings I got that night were almost comforting, as if I were comforting peoples, and they were comforting me. I sat on a sofa and began looking through an old photo album. The pictures were all old, like black and white, and peoples with olden timey clothes and stuffs. I looked towards the back of the album, it didn't get any newer, and the album wasn't finished, as if it just stopped at a point long ago for some reason. I sat and looked and looked at all the pictures and hours later heard the car return carrying all the drivers.

As I walked out of the house more than a dozen peoples were looking at me as if I had just returned from the dead. A friend screamed that I was alive and hugged me. At that point with everyone together it became apparent what had happened.

The driver of the car which had left, had stopped at this house for directions after becoming lost. No one had answered his knock, and another driver said he knew where they were and was out of beer -- "beer run" -- and they had left assuming everyone would just wait a few minutes around the cars.

The peoples in the car that left agreed on one thing, they could not find beer, or town, or anything, And upon attempting to return, the road where this house was had disappeared. They had driven fo hours in circles to get back, somehow, when the road had re-appeared.

The rest of us, not having heard the conversation, assumed we were at another house we were visiting, the door was open, and peoples had just started going in.

Everyone thought I was looney because I wasn't looney, and for days asked me what had happened to me in that haunted house for hours by myself. The closest thing I could get to what I felt , was, that what they had thought was the black hooded death snatcher, I had felt was Casper the friendly ghost.

I think there was something in that house, more than one something, and it was playful in a mean way, scaring my friends, but just playful, meaning no harm. And it was comforted by my presence for a while, as I was by its presence.

I dunno, and that was the one other thing no one else could understand, I wasn't burning with curiousity about that night, I had just felt .................. nice.

 

[TE999]

Thot' I was a bit certifiable, till' read some of these posts!

When I was first married, the wife and I rented a cottage that had been used as a vacation getaway by an old couple.

They had been staying there off and on for fifteen years.

Then the man died. His wife followed soon after.

I fell asleep one night in the living room and woke up to see him standing in the kitchen.

Freaked me out!

As I watched, he smiled at me, walked across the living room and through the living room wall.

To this day, I don't know whether I dreamt it or not.

I never forgot it, obviously.

I also have a recurring dream of drowning at sea.

And I hate big ships, especially at dockside.

Oh yeah, I'm female when I'm drowning, with a ton of clothes on. Petticoats, long dress, etc.

If I'm lyin' , I'm dyin' !

I guess there's somethin' to this reincarnation business.

Or maybe I'm tryin' to reach my feminine side.

I dunno, it's weird, I'll tell you.

Thanks for listenin'.

Didn't mean to go all Dr. Phil on everyone.

Peace.

 

[672]

G'morning, 672. Have you posted any stories to Lit?

As FtF said, they do not accept the graphic nature of my melodical musings. Apparently you can't screw slaves with spiked dildos in stories. I haven't been motivated to write anything of that nature anymore, since last year.

Horrotica? I like that. ~squee~

And I refuse to dumb it down, especially for an internet story site. I am, as said, just here for the Free FtF Campaign. And the punch'n'pie.

 

[Skip1934a]

As FtF said, they do not accept the graphic nature of my melodical musings. Apparently you can't screw slaves with spiked dildos in stories. I haven't been motivated to write anything of that nature anymore, since last year.

Horrotica? I like that. ~squee~

And I refuse to dumb it down, especially for an internet story site. I am, as said, just here for the Free FtF Campaign. And the punch'n'pie.

Is there somewhere I can read anything you've written? You've aroused my interest.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

*bump Bump Bump*

So besides the couple of obvious strange goings-on in movies, like the ghost of the little boy that shows up on screen in Three Men and A Baby, or the controversial scene where you can see a man "hanging" from a tree in The Wizard of Oz, does anyone know of any other strange moments like this in other films?

I'm not talking movie ghosts, but things that showed up on camera when they weren't supposed to...

 

[Trinique_Fire]

bump............