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Hey I admit I lived in a backwood town but why would the police use a lantern instead of a flashlight?
lol I did think of that though. it's the unsolved mysteries of unsolved mystery, lol Have any of you heard of Resurection Mary? I spent time in chicago and have friends that have storries of her. wow they are freaky.
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ok i got a little thing but i thought it was ghost at the time but i was ill. when i was about 14 i was laying in my room i had troble sleeping so i was laying in my bed in the dark then this man started talking to me saying in this deep voice cassidy dont go to sleep talk to me instead so i sat up as fast as i could first i was really scared but then i suddely wasnt scared at all. well as weird as this sounds but it was about 2 am when i started talking to him and we talked about all kinds of stuff for hours but around 7 or 8 he said i have to go and see my daughter (we talked about his daughter alot) and he left the next night he came back with his daughter around 7 pm then the next day my dad said he heard me talking and i said ya i was talking to robert and he said whop was robert and i told him well long story short it came out robert wasnt real i was a little messed up in the head. yup it was kinda sad for me to find out that he wasnt real but what ever.
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that really was creepy...
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oh i have another
3:35 AM my gandpa was dieing my grandma came to check on him he stopped moving 3:36 AM he suddenly gasped and my grandma screamed 3:37 AM he died then the man who lived across the street came over and said he heard a scream he said he thought that that was what happened and he said that after the scream when he died his sons tv turned on all of a sudden and his son sat up in his sleep and said "don't be afraid of the first one just push right through" |
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That don't make no sense.
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it happened right when he died it was creepy
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When I was 6, my cousin and I were listening to music up in the attic. There was a headboard tied between two walls to the right of us. I started to here a loud banging sound, and when we looked over, the headboard was jumping up and down. It was about 6 inches off the ground every time it jumped. We looked a little closer and there was no one there making it jump. We ran as fast as we could down the stairs.
Then another time I was sitting on my bed with a friend. My stereo was completely off, but then the speakers started talking. It was a weird muffled growling voice, and my friend and I checked to see if it was on at all. It wasn't. We unplugged it to see if it would still talk, and it did. At this point we were scared to death, so we ran out of my room and sat in the livingroom. That was when I was 17. That same night my huge rubber Junkyard Dog figure jumped off it's shelf and landed on my face. It nearly broke my nose. A few months ago I was getting ready for work and I yelled down to my mom to ask her a question. We carried on a full conversation, and I my little sister even chimed in. When I came down the stairs to see if they were ready to go they were both still in bed completely passed out. I woke up my mom and asked her if had been talking to me and she said no. She didn't believe me, but then the same thing happened to her a couple days ago. Every house that I have lived in was haunted. It would take me a couple hours to type out all of the unexplained things that have happened to make me come to this conclusion. I am not scared like I used to be. I am pretty used to it.
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