Submitted by: Maria Anderson
Submitted: November, 2004.
Submitted by: Maria Anderson
Submitted: November, 2004.
Submitted by: Maria Anderson
Submitted: November, 2004.
Submitted: December, 2004.
Submitted By: Dennis B
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| Untitled Story Submitted by: Maria Anderson Submitted: November, 2004. |
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| I was sitting at my Mum's house because she had to go to work, (she lives in a place called Bright View which is the outskirts of Ipswich in Queensland.) The house is quite old, one of those removable houses and before it had been moved to where there lived a man who had killed himself in the farm area because his son had died in a car accident (as unbelievable as it sounds). But my Mum's boyfriend lived out where the people used to live. It was quite a big block of land surrounded by trees where the man had gassed himself in his car. The land had old horse stables made out of old bricks and also had a trotting track. In the middle of the track was more yards for horses and a small dam. The place was very spooky and I didn't enjoy going there at all. I always felt like I was being watched the whole time. But back to the story above was just some information about the house. So as I said before, I was sitting and watching tv because my Mum had to go to work. The day was rainy but not heavy rain just light rain here and there. But it was quite gloomy a day and really quite strange for the place. But I was watching tv and I could feel something near me like quite errie. I said in my head about 2 or 3 times over show me that you are here. All of a sudden the tv started flicking through channels. I looked to where the remote was and there was no way I was changing channels. I decided that maybe it was the rain or something along them lines so as to not scare myself. Instead I went outside to see the horses and feed them. When I got to the horses they all started running around rearing up that type of thing, just totally losing control of themselves. Even after putting food out for them, they wouldn't calm down which was very unusual for them. I could feel something near me and I was pretty sure that's what they were scared of. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| Untitled Story Submitted by: Maria Anderson Submitted: November, 2004. |
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| I've used the ouija board in the past. I was about 16 I'm guessing. Whenever I used the ouija board I found I knew the answers to questions before it spelt it out and I thought to myself I was pushing it without realizing it. So I said to my friends, ask something I don't know the answer to. But the answer as usual popped into my head when the spelling was about 2 letters in. It's very strange that I knew what it was spelling before it had finished. At my friends house one night about 10 at night, we made a board on a painting canvas and had a glass lense from a pair of reading glasses. We were asking questions and I still knew what the answers were and it was really getting frustrating not knowing why I knew. My friends were like, Well, Maria you must be pushing it, you keep knowing the answer. So I was really angry at myself for knowing the answer and I'm like okay lets ask it to give us a sign. So we asked it all together 3 times give us a sign. Then the lights went off in the bedroom. No one else was home except all of us in the room. I swear I think that's the fastest I've ran. It scared us so badly we didn't sleep in that room that night. My friends believed it wasn't me so yeah that was the last time I played with the ouija. Not that I wouldn't do it again but I find it's hard to find someone to do it with. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Untitled Story Submitted by: Maria Anderson Submitted: November, 2004. |
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| I had just called a taxi to go to my local shopping centre and I was just about to walk out the door to stand outside to wait. Suddenly, I heard kids voice calling "Henry, Henry, where are you?" I walked outside and had looked around for this kid that I just heard calling Henry. I looked down my street both ways and there was no kid. I just had to look cause otherwise it would bug me. I went in my house and walked down the hallway and just had to look out of curiosity if someone was in my house but no one was. My taxi had not arrived yet. So alright I thought to myself it was kids next door looking for their dog that always goes missing. But the kids dog next door was called Elf not Henry so I went next door and rang the door. I asked the Mother next door if they had lost Elf again cause I told her I could hear kids calling Henry. She looked at me strange and said the kids were at school so it wasn't them (lol). She added that the dog's name was Elf. At that time the taxi honked so I had to leave. Also I'd like to add that they are the only kids who live on my street. It doesn't mean someone wasn't walking down my street but as I said I walked straight out and they wouldn't of been ble to get off of my street that quickly. Perhaps it was a lost spirit? I'm unsure maybe of a young child. | ||||||||||||||||||
| Story of a Dream Submitted: December, 2004. Submitted By: Dennis B |
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| I have had many of my own experiences and the one I am going to tell is about my deceased Grandfather. He died 4 years ago now and a month or so ago I had a dream where I myself was back to the age of 5 or 6 and I was at his house and he came walking down the hall with no limp (he had a limp because of his braces from polio). He was dressed in white and he picked me up and told me that I shouldn't worry about him because everything was going to be ok. Once I woke up I thought nothing of it, it was just a dream and that I had made it up to make myself feel better about his passing. But I started to tell some of my cousins and 4 of them told me that they had the exact dream. I thought it kind of strange that we all had the same dream of him telling us that he was ok. | ||||||||||||||||||
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