Monsters & Demons

10:10 said:
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Have you ever danced with fire, feeling its searing heat licking at your fingertips? Have you tasted the bitter sting of getting too close, watching as your skin turned crimson in its fiery embrace?

In this vast, reflective world, all we perceive are masks, adorned with smiles that conceal hidden truths. They grin like the mischievous Cheshire Puss, disappearing and reappearing in the fantastical realm of Wonderland. Have you ever soared to great heights, witnessing the world dangling from delicate strings, its fragile existence held together by invisible forces?

Have you dared to venture into forbidden realms, those forbidden places that whisper warnings to others? Have you ever found yourself standing in a shower, its gentle glow flickering with candlelight, only to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure smirking at you? Have you heard a sinister grin echo through the darkness?

Have you ever engaged in a game of chess with the devil, where each move carries the weight of your soul? Or perhaps you've caressed the face of an angel, feeling the ethereal purity radiate through your fingertips?

Madness is never solitary; it embraces companionship. Nightmares, like restless spirits, refuse to slumber alone. For some, madness becomes a throne, a twisted seat of power. But for others, it remains a mere figment of imagination, a delicate illusion.

Psychiatrists claim that we are never truly alone and that there is always a presence lurking within our minds. However, I question the veracity of their words. I believe that the world shimmers uniquely for each of us, painting vividly different portraits in the tapestry of existence.

Have you ever glimpsed the impossible, those ethereal moments that defy the boundaries of reason and logic? Have you witnessed the extraordinary unfold before your very eyes, shattering the confines of what you believed to be possible?

Are you brave enough to share?
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Eff, anc and bflf?
 
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I was maybe 8 or 9 years old and the day was long and very cold. My dad and I were on our way to my grandmother. She took care most of the time. Upon our arrival, she mentioned that I must stay in the house for a couple of days.

During that time she would put salt on everything. Door frames windowsill and close to the bed. One day I asked her why she did this. She didn't say. Anyhow I woke up one morning. Sun was out and nothing indicated that I was about the have the scariest day of my life.

I went to the bathroom and as I closed the door, the room just shook violently. Now this could be from the mines blasting explosives. But for some reason, my nose was bleeding and I had the worst headache of my life. My grandmother opened the door and saw I was sitting down with this massive nosebleed. She spoke to me but I couldn't make out the words. Turns out my ears were bleeding as well.

To date, I am not sure what happened. But it felt like someone kicked me in the stomach, I was disorientated and off balance for a while. I would walk and fall walk and fall. To date, I don't know what happened.

My stepdad explained to me that he suspect it was a shockwave because I didn't know this at the time but nearly all the windows were cracked or broken. Shortly after this incident, my grandmother moved to Ogies.

I know it is not really a ghost story but it was the scariest thing that happened to me to date.
 
10:10 said:
wall of text warning.

I was maybe 8 or 9 years old and the day was long and very cold. My dad and I were on our way to my grandmother. She took care most of the time. Upon our arrival, she mentioned that I must stay in the house for a couple of days.

During that time she would put salt on everything. Door frames windowsill and close to the bed. One day I asked her why she did this. She didn't say. Anyhow I woke up one morning. Sun was out and nothing indicated that I was about the have the scariest day of my life.

I went to the bathroom and as I closed the door, the room just shook violently. Now this could be from the mines blasting explosives. But for some reason, my nose was bleeding and I had the worst headache of my life. My grandmother opened the door and saw I was sitting down with this massive nosebleed. She spoke to me but I couldn't make out the words. Turns out my ears were bleeding as well.

To date, I am not sure what happened. But it felt like someone kicked me in the stomach, I was disorientated and off balance for a while. I would walk and fall walk and fall. To date, I don't know what happened.

My stepdad explained to me that he suspect it was a shockwave because I didn't know this at the time but nearly all the windows were cracked or broken. Shortly after this incident, my grandmother moved to Ogies.

I know it is not really a ghost story but it was the scariest thing that happened to me to date.
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What does salt have to do with shockwaves
 
Pak Fa Fui said:
What does salt have to do with shockwaves
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Nothing. To this day I don't know what the relation is. I was told she moved because the houses on the property got condemned shortly afterward. According to my mother, my grandmother was superstitious and the salt was just something she did. I don't think there is much of a story behind it.

The houses on the property were demolished shortly after according to my mother. There is nothing left of the property. All the housing belonged to the company. The whole reason why I had to stay inside was we weren't supposed to be there at that time. My grandmother was in the process of moving when this happened.

But still, the scariest thing that ever happened to me. I don't remember much but I remember I was very scared. To this day I don't easily close a bathroom door.
 
WAslayer said:
Salt is said to ward off spirits.. it creates a barrier, that for whatever ghostly reason, they can't cross..
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Before all this stuff happened I was tested and found that I had a plethora of "mental conditions". My mother suspected that my grandmother thought I might have some type of curse on me. So maybe that explains it? I don't know much about my real father, but I do know he rolled with a very bad group of people.

My stepfather however is a loving man and I was his daughter in every sense of the word so I never had the need to find my real father, not that it matters. He doesn't exist in my mind. But back to the salt thing. My real father might have been the reason for it or my medical conditions could have prompted it.

My grandmother is as crazy as a bat herself but I love her. There is a little story here as well but my laptop is almost dead, no sun, no power, and the generator is empty.

this is fun:)
 
It's Angels and Demons.

Do Dan Brown such a dirty
 
But I would like to learn a bit more about all of you. Everyone here knows things go bump in the night so I really am looking forward to your stories. :love:
 
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