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Originally posted by antar
reply to post by Beldy
I stayed in the guest house in the back yard bordering a National Forrest, was clean and clear no drugs or alcohol, yet each night as the sun went down I felt compelled to stay put, to never venture outside the little room.
There were strange sounds in the distance each night, a mix between animal and human. One night I had a window open for the breeze and awoke to the sound of footsteps and a distinct low guttural sound. Through the slight wind coming into the little cottage style house you could smell something so strong and offensive it almost made you want to vomit.
I jumped up and turned on the lights and could hear, even feel the foot stomping heading back up to the forest under my bare feet on the floor.
Originally posted by Raxoxane
I had a cat that adored me,called him Spacey,after Kevin Spacey,aww he was a grand cat.One day i was in bed sick all day,half unconscious most of the time,one of those 1-day mystery ailments.My friend told me he "nursed" me all day long,he seemed to know something was wrong with me.
Then one day he just never came home.I was inconsolable,cried my eyes out for days,and even now,more than 10 years later,i still have a pic of him on my fridge.I hope he didnt suffer,i was so heartbroken.That may have been due to natural causes,his dissappearance,though-in that suburb there were lots of folks who hated cats.
The creepy part is my youngest daughter saw him once after that,on my bed with me-again a day when i was down sick with some bug,and i went to bed before the kids+hubby.So when she wanted to come say goodnight-she walked into my room,which was quite dark-and there was Spacey on the bed with me,but she said he had red glowing eyes.She swears to that,to this day.
So she skipped the goodnight
Im glad she told me though-i think Spacey wanted to comfort me or nurse me on another day when i was sick-I better stop here,thoughts of him can still make me weepy to this day!
Originally posted by SinMaker
reply to post by Beldy
We left that house when I was 12. Thank God. It truly was creepy. There are more stories of that house. Such as the Ouija board. I found the game board in the very large coat closet and asked my mom what it was. I was about 5 or 6 years old. She said you ask it questions and it tells you the answers.
Well, I couldn't spell, but understood yes and no. I asked it questions any child would ask. The planchette would move to the appropriate answer after I made my questions.
Without touching the board.
Originally posted by Nuke2013
Here is a scary story for you....
It starts 24 years ago and just ended 1 year ago.....Married to my ex wife !!! Need I say more ? lmao !