Several stories:First one is about me. When I was 16 I went out with this guy, I went out with him for a couple of years and it's the only thing me and my mum have ever disagreed about, and boy did we disagree! She hated him so much it was quite startling. Anyway throughout the whole time we were going out whenever I was actually with him I'd get a sense of someone looking at me and catch the sight of a guy in the distance or corner of the room or something. Kind of like you get when a coat is hung up and out of the corner of your eye it looks like someone then you realise it's not. Except with this guy when I actually looked there was never something to explain the shape I'd seen or anything and it happened all the time, always a guy standing up looking at me that I saw out of the corner of my eye. I also had a feeling of who it was, it was an old boss of my mum's he'd died when I was about 5. When my mum first moved to my area he gave her a job and they were great friends and he always said he'd look after me and her. I hadn't thought about this guy in years but as soon as I started seeing this character I knew it was him. Looking out for me like he'd promised because my mum was so worried about me.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:27,
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Next:This is a horrible thing that happened to my cousin. She has daughter, about 3 at the time, and a husband who's in the army and therefore away a lot. She lived in a cottage on the edge of her parents in law's land (they're loaded). Since they'd moved into this cottage her daughter had got an imaginary friend, a little boy she used to play with. They thought this was normal enough being an only child living in the middle of nowhere. After a while however she started saying that she didn't want to play with him anymore, so thinking it was an imaginary friend her mum just said well you don't have to just don't. This went on for some time and the daughter started getting quite upset that this boy kept coming back and she really didn't want to play with him, she wouldn't say why she just didn't like him anymore. One night when she was in one of these states her mum said she could sleep in her bed with her so he wouldn't come and ask her to play.
My cousin got woken in the middle of the night to her daughter screaming and being dragged down the bed and off the end. My cousine didn't see the boy just what he was doing which was very physical.
She grabbed the keys and drove in her nighty to her parents in laws' and wouldn't go back in the house till they did something.
They got the local priest in to excorcise and investigate. On looking in the church records he found out that a family had lived there who'd had a son, they think he may not have been baptised because for some reason when he died at the age of 4 he was buried in the garden and not in the churchyard. There had been no children living in the house since.
The theory was he was just as lonely as my cousins daughter had been, stuck in the house for years with no one to play with and got violent when he thought he'd be left alone again because she didn't want to play. Quite sad really.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:37,
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My cousin got woken in the middle of the night to her daughter screaming and being dragged down the bed and off the end. My cousine didn't see the boy just what he was doing which was very physical.
She grabbed the keys and drove in her nighty to her parents in laws' and wouldn't go back in the house till they did something.
They got the local priest in to excorcise and investigate. On looking in the church records he found out that a family had lived there who'd had a son, they think he may not have been baptised because for some reason when he died at the age of 4 he was buried in the garden and not in the churchyard. There had been no children living in the house since.
The theory was he was just as lonely as my cousins daughter had been, stuck in the house for years with no one to play with and got violent when he thought he'd be left alone again because she didn't want to play. Quite sad really.
Last one:When my mum was a little girl her dad's local had a traditional off-license bar which was like a little room at the side with a seperate door that sold beer and fags over the counter to take away. Despite being little (about 9) they new her dad so she was aloud to buy fags for him.
One day she went in and there was a new guy behind the counter. She thought this was odd but asked for her dads' fags which she was given and then he asked for the cash. He asked her for about a tenth of what they cost, she thought he was dumb and new and it was great because she could keep the change. She put the money on the counter and turned to leg it before he realised his mistake. Then she heard her sunday name being shouted from behind her. It was the landlord of the pub, no-one else was to be seen and he was asking what she thought she was playing at jumping over the counter and taking the fags and leaving the wrong money! Why hadn't she just shouted him if he wasn't there like normal. He basically accused her of stealing. She told her story but he said she was making it up because they didn't have a new guy. He also told her dad who didn't believ her either, she got a belting!
It was only when the story got back to the landlady she backed my mum up. She saw this guy all the time but never told her husband because she thought he'd just call her a silly moo! He had never bothered her so she just left him to it. They never found out how many other people he'd served without them knowing.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 15:45,
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One day she went in and there was a new guy behind the counter. She thought this was odd but asked for her dads' fags which she was given and then he asked for the cash. He asked her for about a tenth of what they cost, she thought he was dumb and new and it was great because she could keep the change. She put the money on the counter and turned to leg it before he realised his mistake. Then she heard her sunday name being shouted from behind her. It was the landlord of the pub, no-one else was to be seen and he was asking what she thought she was playing at jumping over the counter and taking the fags and leaving the wrong money! Why hadn't she just shouted him if he wasn't there like normal. He basically accused her of stealing. She told her story but he said she was making it up because they didn't have a new guy. He also told her dad who didn't believ her either, she got a belting!
It was only when the story got back to the landlady she backed my mum up. She saw this guy all the time but never told her husband because she thought he'd just call her a silly moo! He had never bothered her so she just left him to it. They never found out how many other people he'd served without them knowing.
Erm...Is anyone getting concerned that there might in fact be actual life after death? Which would suggest that god exists? Therefore most of us are going to hell? I'm off to church after work...
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:03,
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Hell?What is this hell place? *looks puzzled*
*flips through a dictionary*
Ahhh, Hell. Christian mythology. Gotcha.
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:17,
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*flips through a dictionary*
Ahhh, Hell. Christian mythology. Gotcha.
Being a ghostwouldn't be so bad if you had died somewhere good, like the ladies showers at the gym or a fireworks factory. Imagine the fun you could have!
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Tue 28 Oct 2003, 16:29,
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Life after death doens't suggest g o d exists at all.
Batshitmentalist is sane for once,
Tue 28 Oct 2003, 18:44,
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Was just thinking that myselfLife after death can just be phenomena - do do do do do phenomena. Maybe God is a ghost !
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Wed 29 Oct 2003, 9:46,
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MaybeGod is the ghost of everybody who didn't get stuck here.
Oooh... 'We are God. Resistance is futile. Your distinctivness will be added to our own.'
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Wed 29 Oct 2003, 20:02,
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Oooh... 'We are God. Resistance is futile. Your distinctivness will be added to our own.'
Near death experiences......have you noticed everyone says 'I saw a bright light' or 'I was floating upwards'
and never 'bloody hell, it was really hot and fiery!'
(and never 'bloody hell, it was really hot and fiery!'
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Thu 30 Oct 2003, 20:24,
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