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St. Jimmy:
Oh, well I'm not sure then.

Pokemaster MAC:

--- Quote from: TrainerX on August 14, 2011, 10:03:15 PM ---I don't really know how to explain it...

Spirits can manifest in an object, usually related to it's death or an object that it was attached to in life. It's sort of like it's storing it's energy in the object(I think). If the object is moved somewhere else in the world, the spirit moves with it.

Lance could explain it better, I'm not even sure if that was right  :-\

--- End quote ---

Like the pokemon Spiritomb :D

Mr Pokemon:
My friend told me a story about him going to his dead great-grandmother's house. He had to sleep in her old room. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he saw her sitting in a chair, and he felt a sense of pleasure before immediately falling asleep again.
He seemed really serious when he told the story, and he's not one to lie about things like that without confessing to it.
Just want to get your opinion on this.

Cloaked Schemer:
Hmm, there were some strange occurances in my life that could count as paranormal experiences. I mostly write them off as paranoia, but I might as well share.

1. When I was younger - around the age of eight or nine - my parents took my sister and I, along with a couple of their friends, to a nice restaurant. I can't remember the occasion, but I do remember that my father had asked for a more private table and we were brought to this small room (a wine-cellar, I would later learn) with only a couple of tables and a doorway without a door. After taking my seat, a feeling of unease swept over me and throughout the course of the dinner, it grew into absolute terror and panic. I have felt fear before, everyone has, but never before had I felt so... I don't know. Close to death? All I knew - all that was running through my head - was that I had to get out of that room immediately - I remember eventually being reduced to tears because of that, much to my parents' displeasure. To avoid further embarressment in front of their friends, my father had escorted me out of the restaurant - and I was mumbling my thanks the entire way. Once in the car, however, I felt much better, until I realized my father was going back into the restaurant. Naturally, I freaked out, but not for the normal reasons - not because I was an eight/nine year old child in the back of an empty car late at night, but because someone I loved was going back to the bad place. Again, I was in hysterics, begging him not to go back - begging him to just get my mother and sister and leave. Eventually, he gave in, but I recieved a great tongue lashing all the way home. I didn't mind in the slightest, I only felt great relief.

Now, I've always been somewhat paranoid, and under any other circumstance, I'd dismiss this entirely. But there's just something... wrong about how I felt. I've never felt fear so intense - as though I knew death would find me if I stayed too long in that room. I remember the feeling clearly, and it still gives me the creeps... I try to forget it.


2. My older step-sister sometimes claimed to see things that weren't there - more specifically, people. Normally, I'd roll my eyes at her or tell her to get some sleep, but there was one instance that really got to me. The day was either Saturday or Sunday - a day without school - and everyone was gathered in the family room to watch a bit of television (my father, my sister, my step-mother, my step-sister and myself). Now, let me give you a bit of insight on how my house is set up. The living room is right in front of the kitchen, separated only by a counter. To the direct right of the family room is an open staircase which led to a sort of half-catwalk upon which you could clearly see my younger sister's open door first followed by my open door. Getting back to the story, everything was fine - it was the middle of the day with the sun lighting up the house and we were watching some sort of comedy show when all of a sudden, my step-sister flips out. She jumps about a foot off the couch and grabs one of the pillows, kind of whisper-yelling "Oh my god!" Naturally we, her family, turn to her with concern and she looks at me. "Someone just went into your room!" she told me, eyes wide and serious, freaking me out a bit. Upon further questioning, she explained that she saw 'something' out of the corner of her eye move up the last few steps and disappear through my open doorway once she turned her head. She claimed the figure was humanoid, and seemed like a shadow. Looking up, I saw nothing, and neither did the rest of my family, so we dismissed my step-sister immediately. She was adamant though, and refused to believe that what she saw was a figment of her imagination. We tried to tell her that it was probably the ceiling fan in my room casting shadows (it was almost always on- I like my room really cold, otherwise I can't sleep). Unfortunately, when my younger sister and I went up to investigate (my older sister refused to go check it out) my fan was, surprisingly, not on. Since then, nearly every person in my immediate family (with the exception of my father) had some sort of weird... occurance.

- My step-mom thought she saw a child going through our pantry (and for that matter, thought that I had screamed her name early one morning, but I had not). Whoever it was or whatever it was faded before she could get a proper look. Now, she claims that she was just tired and seeing things.

- While my younger sister was sleeping, I went into her room to look for something. She could sleep through WWIII, so I wasn't concerned. All of a sudden, the eleven year old bolts upright and stares out the open door behind me with the most horrified expression on her face (her eyes were actually bulging and her entire frame was stiff) She looked as though a mass murderer were behind me, holding an axe over my head or something of that nature. For three or four minutes, I tried to shake her out of it, and eventually succeeded, only for my sister to look at me in confusion and fall back asleep.

- A few days after my step-sister's sixteenth birthday, the family and I were staying at a condo by the beach with only two rooms. One my dad and step-mom had, the other I shared with my sisters. That morning, my step-sister wakes me up, calling my name warily. She explains that at some point in the night, I had sat up in my bed and started chanting some sort of incoherent babble under my breath. Then, I repeated the phrase "three more times" thrice before returning to sleep. She said I was clutching my abdomen as if in pain, and rocking back and forth.

I would like to point out right now that I live in Florida - incredibly hot almost year round. I would also like to point out that my ceiling fan sucks. It does little more than circulate air and occasionally blows room temperature air at me. Now that you know that, you should also know that for a majority of the year, my room is an icebox. And only my room. No, my room does not have separate air conditioning and yes, I only use my fan. My step-mom always says that my room is unnaturally cold and that I must have one great fan, but I don't. On the rare days that my room isn't just cold, the fan does nothing. If anything, it just makes the room stuffy, so I leave it off.

Gardevoir:
Dude o.0 that's some freaky stuff...family haunted maybe?

Speaking of shadow people, my mother decided to get a video of me and my bro playing QWOP yesterday. She was looking dead serious at the video and called me over to watch it saying she saw shadow people (she watches all these dumb, fake ghost movies and is very paranoid). I went over and watched, and yes I did see shadows, but it wasn't shadow people. It was a weird black mist/smudge thing that alternated between getting bigger each time we laughed, and smaller when we would calm down. I looked at her, laughed, and called her crazy. I'm dismissing it as her camera being low quality, but is there anything similar? Just wondering, for all you people who know about this kind of stuff. Not asking her because all she does is watch the movies, not search for the actual facts.

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