Monsters & Demons

I have been in places I should not have been, in conditions I should not have been in.

When the condition wore off, and read about similar incidents, I wonder by myself what the hell was I thinking.

Then I call my friend to gather the pieces of the puzzle, and later that afternoon, we laugh it off as yet another awesome drunken adventure.
 
10:10 said:


Now it is true you get the fakes and we see it all the time. But then sometimes you see something that hits a bit to close to home and it is not easy to watch or explain.

But you tell me if this is real or not.
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The only logical explanation I have is that homo and trannies aren't deluded, but they mess with your own warped view on reality :p
 
I packed up today and did my last orders. All my work is done. Turned my business phone off. A nice thing about ending a chapter is we get to start a new one. I think I am done with this chapter of my life. I don't know if it is time to close the book blew out the candle that has been burning on both sides for so long now.

Did you know, I don't have or own a mirror? I normally use the car's mirrors to make myself more presentable. In my little home, I don't have one.

Once upon a time, I was just small, looking at a mirror. One day I was alone in my mother's bedroom and I looked left and the reflection didn't. It stared at me. I lift my hands it didn't. As a child, I saw a friend at first. Someone to talk to someone that understands. I spend hours in front of the mirror with my only friend.

One day I looked at the mirror and my friend looked back at me. I spoke and said, "Hi how are you today,". My friend said she can no longer stay. I started to cry so did she, my tears were clear hers were red. She disappeared my reflection became my own again. From that day my right eye's tears are blood. It is a medical condition so they say.

I then realized the only thing that ever cared about me wasn't even supposed to care at all. I lit a candle and said goodbye. I cried and blew the candle out. 10 days later the mirror shattered. They say it was the heat of the candle I lit 10 days ago.

I just said my friend went home.

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The problem is the mainstream media have sensationalized the topic, just like ufos or ancient creatures that still exist or don't exist.

So most of us who have experienced or are experiencing events don't really speak up about the topic in fear of being ridiculed.

Look, the majority of these so-called ghost shows are a load of bullocks. Never the less, I've had my fair share of traumatic life experiences and played with things I shouldn't have when younger.

I have encountered shadow men in dodgy places, the ones in the corner of the eyes. I had a friend die after the school matric dance and visit me in the dead of night. I've also experienced the foot prints left in flour in the house after a loved one passed away. The most haunting is the sleep paralysis demon that used to occur in my early 20's, then suddenly stopped.

Every now and then, I get the feeling something is lurking about, but I no longer fear these events and chalk it up to nerves or imagination or maybe I'm a medium who knows. :D

So some things cannot be disputed, some things can. I would wager it all depends on your personal experience and beliefs.
 
10:10 said:
I packed up today and did my last orders. All my work is done. Turned my business phone off. A nice thing about ending a chapter is we get to start a new one. I think I am done with this chapter of my life. I don't know if it is time to close the book blew out the candle that has been burning on both sides for so long now.

Did you know, I don't have or own a mirror? I normally use the car's mirrors to make myself more presentable. In my little home, I don't have one.

Once upon a time, I was just small, looking at a mirror. One day I was alone in my mother's bedroom and I looked left and the reflection didn't. It stared at me. I lift my hands it didn't. As a child, I saw a friend at first. Someone to talk to someone that understands. I spend hours in front of the mirror with my only friend.

One day I looked at the mirror and my friend looked back at me. I spoke and said, "Hi how are you today,". My friend said she can no longer stay. I started to cry so did she, my tears were clear hers were red. She disappeared my reflection became my own again. From that day my right eye's tears are blood. It is a medical condition so they say.

I then realized the only thing that ever cared about me wasn't even supposed to care at all. I lit a candle and said goodbye. I cried and blew the candle out. 10 days later the mirror shattered. They say it was the heat of the candle I lit 10 days ago.

I just said my friend went home.

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Would love to see a pic of you crying blood :eek:
 
My sleep paralysis succubus must be afraid of me cause I never get the kinky experience from a sexy demon girl. :(
 
Another life story you might find interesting.

I was in the hospital having surgery on my arm. I was in my early teens, and one of my more stupid ideas was to cut my wrists. I wasn't a very happy child. The woman across from me had the most beautiful cat resting at her feet. The cat was grey and black, one eye green, the other blue.

When the doctor came to visit the woman, they paid the cat no mind, and I just assumed the doctor didn't mind it. As the doctor left the room, I looked at the cat, and it just stared at me, then turned its attention to the woman and lay on her bed again.

Day turned into night, and the device on the woman's arm started beeping. The nurses came into the room and started panicking; they pulled the curtains shut. I was still groggy and struggled to focus. A little while later, all was silent.

The woman was moved; I don't know where. There was just an empty space where the bed was. I blinked and saw the cat sitting where the bed was. I looked at it and felt sorry for it. I stood up and walked to it. I spoke to it, trying to comfort it, but it just stared at me, those lovely eyes so kind and warming.

I tried to get it on my bed, but it didn't want to. I felt cold and walked over to my bed again. As I placed the drip back onto its hanger, I noticed the cat was gone again.

The doctor walked in and smiled.

The doctor smiled at me, "Glad to see you're up." He took hold of my arm and inspected the stitching. "What happened to the lady?" I pointed at the empty space. He said she had passed away. No other explanation was given. I asked him about the cat. I was ready to adopt it. He just looked at me, "What cat?" "The one that was on her bed all the time," I answered. He said there was no cat. He then suggested I should get some rest and try to eat.

To this day, I wonder whose cat it was. It was such a lovely animal, with very kind eyes.
 
10:10 said:
Another life story you might find interesting.

I was in the hospital having surgery on my arm. I was in my early teens, and one of my more stupid ideas was to cut my wrists. I wasn't a very happy child. The woman across from me had the most beautiful cat resting at her feet. The cat was grey and black, one eye green, the other blue.

When the doctor came to visit the woman, they paid the cat no mind, and I just assumed the doctor didn't mind it. As the doctor left the room, I looked at the cat, and it just stared at me, then turned its attention to the woman and lay on her bed again.

Day turned into night, and the device on the woman's arm started beeping. The nurses came into the room and started panicking; they pulled the curtains shut. I was still groggy and struggled to focus. A little while later, all was silent.

The woman was moved; I don't know where. There was just an empty space where the bed was. I blinked and saw the cat sitting where the bed was. I looked at it and felt sorry for it. I stood up and walked to it. I spoke to it, trying to comfort it, but it just stared at me, those lovely eyes so kind and warming.

I tried to get it on my bed, but it didn't want to. I felt cold and walked over to my bed again. As I placed the drip back onto its hanger, I noticed the cat was gone again.

The doctor walked in and smiled.

The doctor smiled at me, "Glad to see you're up." He took hold of my arm and inspected the stitching. "What happened to the lady?" I pointed at the empty space. He said she had passed away. No other explanation was given. I asked him about the cat. I was ready to adopt it. He just looked at me, "What cat?" "The one that was on her bed all the time," I answered. He said there was no cat. He then suggested I should get some rest and try to eat.

To this day, I wonder whose cat it was. It was such a lovely animal, with very kind eyes.
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Nothing deep about a hallucination.
 
EADC said:
Nothing deep about a hallucination.
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I didn't know it at the time, but as the internet became more accessible, it turns out cats across the world seem to know when people are going to die. Many hospitals across many countries report this. It is not proof of anything, but it is real and not a hallucination.

That is the part that gets me: how did the doctor not see the cat? That bothers me to this day. I was moved out of intensive care in a day or two. I can't tell you if there are doors leading to the outside or not. I don't know. Funny enough, I actually started smoking on that same day.

An elderly woman looked at my arm, didn't ask anything, and handed me a cigarette. It is why I remember that day so vividly.

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10:10 said:
I didn't know it at the time, but as the internet became more accessible, it turns out cats across the world seem to know when people are going to die. Many hospitals across many countries report this. It is not proof of anything, but it is real and not a hallucination.

That is the part that gets me: how did the doctor not see the cat? That bothers me to this day. I was moved out of intensive care in a day or two. I can't tell you if there are doors leading to the outside or not. I don't know. Funny enough, I actually started smoking on that same day.

An elderly woman looked at my arm, didn't ask anything, and handed me a cigarette. It is why I remember that day so vividly.

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Cum Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc.

Its still a hallucination.
 
I have to admit you had me stomped I didn't recocnize it was lattin but I think that was by design. I never went to law school but I think I still have the book they gave me that explains "Legal Latin" when I did data capturing.
 
10:10 said:
I have to admit you had me stomped I didn't recocnize it was lattin but I think that was by design. I never went to law school but I think I still have the book they gave me that explains "Legal Latin" when I did data capturing.
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You had me stumped . I didn't recognise this as English .
 
Ninja said:
You had me stumped . I didn't recognise this as English .
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I did report it to get it removed but was told it is perfectly fine. I was hoping to keep this little thread focused on paranormal things. It is a fun topic but your friends and you always want to ruin everything and I don't have the ability to stop you. So moving on I guess.
 
I own a pocket watch; how I got it, however, is a bit of a story.

At this point in my life, I found myself alone a lot. I didn't go to school; there was no point to it. So most days, I would wander around aimlessly. My stepfather was working at the shipyard, and I was mostly on my own. One day, while staring out of the window, I saw a white-necked raven trying to get into my room. It seemed to panic, and I opened the window and let it in.

Upon inspection, I saw that it was tangled in fishing line. The poor thing was bleeding, so I calmed it down by softly speaking to it. It seemed to respond, but I suspected it was tired. I took out my scissors and slowly snipped away at the line.

After a few minutes, I got all of it off. Then, I gave it some water and opened the window again. It drank the water and sat on my bed, falling asleep. I knew they eat almost anything, so I grabbed a bit of raw mince and let it peck it from my hand. It had its fill and drank some more water. It slept on my bed until the next day.

I left the window open as I had to go with my stepfather to visit a headmaster since I was tutored privately. Upon our return, the raven was gone. But on my bed, where it slept, I found a silver pocket watch. When I picked it up, I heard the flutter of wings.

I never saw the raven again, but I still have the pocket watch to this day. It still brings me a smile when I hold it.
 
@10:10 , I noticed that as soon as you disappear, @Ross85 appears and as soon as he disappears, you reappear.

Not that I'm paranoid, but I wondered why you went dead quiet then suddenly came out of nowhere.

I'm also not stalking you, but your stories are so batshit crazy that I thought you had to maybe be trolling, so i just looked up the next best troll I know.

I mean check this coincidence out
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Ross also said this when he had never engaged 10:10 before


it is your alt account on every post 10:10 make you are there to answer it is on every single page of this forum
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Just thought I'd share, since it's pretty spooky...
 
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