Ghost Stories
12Marsupialized wrote:I can assure you snuff films exist, I used to work at a porn video store and there is a whole network of sick fucks out there trading tapes of the sickest shit you can imagine
Snopes says they don't exist.
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/madmen/snuff.htm
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13Around 6 years ago my girlfriend at the time woke me up in the middle of the night. which i thought was odd, she had never done this before for any reason. so my first thought was a burglar or the dog got out the gate.
I asked her what the problem was. She said she thought someone was in our room. Now the room was just a typical 4 wall box. Not a lot of room to hide a full grown person. The light was off but there was enough light for me to see most of the angles. Nobody was in the room except for us.
But i could feel something opressive or evil and it was fucking scary. We both agreed there was a presence in the room that was unexplained or not of this plane. this feeling persisted for at least 3 minutes and then it was gone. Never happened again.
I don't know how old the house was or the history of any things that had happened good or bad. i have also never seen a ghost, seen any paranormal activity except for that night. It was real though, i felt it.
Whatever it was, it was not positive or happy.
We lived at the house for 2 more years after that and everything was fine. ( except for our crumbling relationship!)
Not a real exciting story. Why i even bothered was for just that reason of the banality. It wasn't a floating severed head or a poltergeist
putting my records in reverse alphabetical order. it was just the pure presence of evil and it made me believe that there may be something to
ghost's and all of that.
Cheers
I asked her what the problem was. She said she thought someone was in our room. Now the room was just a typical 4 wall box. Not a lot of room to hide a full grown person. The light was off but there was enough light for me to see most of the angles. Nobody was in the room except for us.
But i could feel something opressive or evil and it was fucking scary. We both agreed there was a presence in the room that was unexplained or not of this plane. this feeling persisted for at least 3 minutes and then it was gone. Never happened again.
I don't know how old the house was or the history of any things that had happened good or bad. i have also never seen a ghost, seen any paranormal activity except for that night. It was real though, i felt it.
Whatever it was, it was not positive or happy.
We lived at the house for 2 more years after that and everything was fine. ( except for our crumbling relationship!)
Not a real exciting story. Why i even bothered was for just that reason of the banality. It wasn't a floating severed head or a poltergeist
putting my records in reverse alphabetical order. it was just the pure presence of evil and it made me believe that there may be something to
ghost's and all of that.
Cheers
ChoCko is back in town!
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15Oh fuck I have tons of ghosts in my house. There was a lot of stuff going on when I first moved in and started remodelling, but things have been pretty quiet lately. I think we just learned to live with each other. When I first bought the place, it took me over a month to even stick around after dark. I would just get really freaked out as soon as the sun went down. I have way too many stories to tell...
One of the weirdest happened when I was demolishing all the old plaster in the front room of the downstairs apartment. It was just after darkness fell, and I took a breather. I put my hand down on the windowsill, and was just kind of zoned out for a minute, catching my breath. I noticed that my finger was moving around involuntarily, and when I looked down, I saw that I had written the words GET OUT! in the dust.
One of the weirdest happened when I was demolishing all the old plaster in the front room of the downstairs apartment. It was just after darkness fell, and I took a breather. I put my hand down on the windowsill, and was just kind of zoned out for a minute, catching my breath. I noticed that my finger was moving around involuntarily, and when I looked down, I saw that I had written the words GET OUT! in the dust.
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16turnbullac wrote:Oh fuck I have tons of ghosts in my house. There was a lot of stuff going on when I first moved in and started remodelling, but things have been pretty quiet lately. I think we just learned to live with each other. When I first bought the place, it took me over a month to even stick around after dark. I would just get really freaked out as soon as the sun went down. I have way too many stories to tell...
One of the weirdest happened when I was demolishing all the old plaster in the front room of the downstairs apartment. It was just after darkness fell, and I took a breather. I put my hand down on the windowsill, and was just kind of zoned out for a minute, catching my breath. I noticed that my finger was moving around involuntarily, and when I looked down, I saw that I had written the words GET OUT! in the dust.
you lie.
in other news: the book, "lullabye" and "haunted" by chuck palahniuk ain't all bad, despite what you may have heard.
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17I'm totally tearing up. This stuff makes me cry as well.
Oh shit. As I was reading this (almost midnight) a friend came up and started banging on my window. My fingers are shaking.
Oh shit. As I was reading this (almost midnight) a friend came up and started banging on my window. My fingers are shaking.
amybugbee wrote:We put out this movie 'CLUB SATAN: The Witches Sabbath'
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19I don't/won't hold a strong opinion on whether or not ghosts exist, though I see no reason why they wouldn't. It's like getting into a debate about whether animals have free will or are only able to act out of instinct. It's unanswerable.
There's been a handful of times where I've been pretty sure there's a ghost that hangs out in my practice space. It's a room that used to be a locker room; it's one room of a very large steel factory. It doesn't seem unreasonable to think that somebody died in a steel factory in a fucked-up way at some point through the ages.
I've never thought it to be hostile. There's been maybe two or three times where I saw something out of the corner of my eye, like a light of some sort that was moving. One time I felt something come toward me and through me. It felt strange. I kept playing.
If there is a ghost there, I hope it likes my music.
There's been a handful of times where I've been pretty sure there's a ghost that hangs out in my practice space. It's a room that used to be a locker room; it's one room of a very large steel factory. It doesn't seem unreasonable to think that somebody died in a steel factory in a fucked-up way at some point through the ages.
I've never thought it to be hostile. There's been maybe two or three times where I saw something out of the corner of my eye, like a light of some sort that was moving. One time I felt something come toward me and through me. It felt strange. I kept playing.
If there is a ghost there, I hope it likes my music.
LVP wrote:If, say, 10% of lions tried to kill gazelles, compared with 10% of savannah animals in general, I think that gazelle would be a lousy racist jerk.
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20Ok, I have one that is related to audio equipment...
I used to live in an old (1915) condo in a six-flat on the south edge of Uptown in Chicago. Our place was the finished basement and first floor. Among more than a couple odd things being moved (including a glass carboy for beermaking being thrown 10 feet across the storage room and shattered from the shelf it was sitting on with over a foot of clearance to the edge) etc, we had several instances of feeling weird cold drafts - in the summertime - around the stairs or in the basement, and one of our friends that looked after our cat while we were gone expressed reluctance to do so again as "you guys have something in the basement".
My home studio was set up at the far end of the basement (basically one big room), and I was toiling away late one night playing with some sequencing software and my Akai S2800. It was about 3am, and I was taking a short break to light a cigarette and dig up some more samples, when suddenly this groaning sound erupted from the speakers, at double the volume of anything else that night. I froze. Then, this slow, strange rhythm started playing with a droning noise...loose, but seemingly orchestrated. I was a little freaked, but I figured ok...old building, power surge - my synth is freaking out. So, I unplugged the MIDI cables from the back of the sampler.
It kept playing.
Now, I'm freaked. For those unfamiliar, the S2800 is a simple machine. You load samples, and trigger them via MIDI - no onboard sequencing or triggering capability beyond the "play" button for a single sample. This was a multi-track performance of some sort.
Once I managed to shake out of my stupor, I grabbed a tape and jammed it into my 8-track. The music stopped, but I hit record and sat down. After about a 2 minute break, it did it again. Similar, but with some minor differences in timing and note selection.
I should also mention that the entire time, I feel chilled and my hair in on end. My wife (apl4eris to you) ran down halfway through the second time, asking what this was, and also experienced this cold/electrical feeling.
After a few minutes, it stopped, and never played again. The sampler worked perfectly to this day, and I have absolutely no rational explanation for this, but here is what I got on tape, for your judgement.
Sweet dreams.
P.S. I intend to use this as a hidden track on a record, so all rights reserved.
I used to live in an old (1915) condo in a six-flat on the south edge of Uptown in Chicago. Our place was the finished basement and first floor. Among more than a couple odd things being moved (including a glass carboy for beermaking being thrown 10 feet across the storage room and shattered from the shelf it was sitting on with over a foot of clearance to the edge) etc, we had several instances of feeling weird cold drafts - in the summertime - around the stairs or in the basement, and one of our friends that looked after our cat while we were gone expressed reluctance to do so again as "you guys have something in the basement".
My home studio was set up at the far end of the basement (basically one big room), and I was toiling away late one night playing with some sequencing software and my Akai S2800. It was about 3am, and I was taking a short break to light a cigarette and dig up some more samples, when suddenly this groaning sound erupted from the speakers, at double the volume of anything else that night. I froze. Then, this slow, strange rhythm started playing with a droning noise...loose, but seemingly orchestrated. I was a little freaked, but I figured ok...old building, power surge - my synth is freaking out. So, I unplugged the MIDI cables from the back of the sampler.
It kept playing.
Now, I'm freaked. For those unfamiliar, the S2800 is a simple machine. You load samples, and trigger them via MIDI - no onboard sequencing or triggering capability beyond the "play" button for a single sample. This was a multi-track performance of some sort.
Once I managed to shake out of my stupor, I grabbed a tape and jammed it into my 8-track. The music stopped, but I hit record and sat down. After about a 2 minute break, it did it again. Similar, but with some minor differences in timing and note selection.
I should also mention that the entire time, I feel chilled and my hair in on end. My wife (apl4eris to you) ran down halfway through the second time, asking what this was, and also experienced this cold/electrical feeling.
After a few minutes, it stopped, and never played again. The sampler worked perfectly to this day, and I have absolutely no rational explanation for this, but here is what I got on tape, for your judgement.
Sweet dreams.
P.S. I intend to use this as a hidden track on a record, so all rights reserved.