Its Ghost Story Time!

I watched a news & public affairs program yesterday on the television, they featured filipino stories.

There was one in a certain area that they believe there was an alien invasion or alien cult. They tell stories that they saw yellow glowing eyes which appeared to be only bats flying around the place.

I don't know how they say that a person is an expert or a paranormal expert. From what reference? From reading stories? They don't make sense really.

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ARE THERE ANY GHOSTS IN GAMEZ? I think I have a story about it ahahaha...

I was leveling up in Core when I suddenly died. It was Yen hahaha.

 

YES THERE IS GHOST IN GAMES MANY GHOST CAUSE LOT OF ITEMS BEEN GONE THE GHOST STOLE THEM :biggrin:

 

Lol, I don't think they're a paranormal expert :3

 

try to ask alente hahaha

 

alente is a paranormal expert in case like that .so the ghost will pay for what he done.......

 

Alente.. A paranormal expert? Never have I heard such a thing.

 

Zanada will bring up the raging Elmo if you guys don't get back on topic =x

 

YES HE IS...EXPERT IN PARANORMAL THINGS HAPPEN IN GAMEZ.................:biggrin:

 

Back on topic plz

 

I dont really know if dreamed it or if it where real...but ill just tell you all my story

It was like 7 years ago that my grampa died...I was ver joung at this time, I was just 3 or 4 years old but i really knew and loved him so it was a painfull farwell...and now since 2 or three years whenever something bad happens to me (like breaking an arm or smth like that) my grampa vistits me when I sleep...just to be accurate he visits me and my dad ( it was his father).
And last time I broke my arm (it was last year in summer) i felt him touching my broken arm when I was sleeping. I woke up and for a really short time I saw his face in front of me. At the next morning when i woke up my whole familiy was in kitchen allready for having breakfast and I wanted to tell them my story but they allready knew the my grampa was there because my dad got visited in this night too...


I dont think its really creepy but I think its a beautifull story of my life and it really fittng the topic

 

This thread is fun


-bumpzzz

 

haha surely theres some pretty good stories about korea rucbeth

 

Spare me the terror :[

 

I got one. I use to live in a house with a little girl. One night my mom was walking up the stairs, house was empty as we were just moving in, and she heard a little girl say " where's tony?"... Strange thing is the prior owner's name was Tony. She would also open my door. I have a tricky door that I always had to push firmly until i heard a double snap noise and it was closed all the way. One day I had my music on and was doing homework when I noticed my door just flings open a few feet.. I froze and looked to see if anyone one was home to do it in which I was the only one home..

Thats my story

 

Your story sounds kind of cute xD

 

awwwwwwwww u deleted my story D:

 

Im sorry but ninjas killed and cooked the cow and I couldn't stop them.

 

Lol :3 What was your story about, Tuttles?

 

Alright heres my real story...

Crickets stirred the night air with their songs as I sat on the porch and listened to them argue -- again.
"We can't afford for you to keep spending like this."

"It's one night with my friends! You're trying to put the blame for our financial ruin on me?"

I sighed and put my face in my hands. I hated hearing my parents fight, and tonight was the last time I planned to sit around and listen. Kicking at every rock in my path, I speed-walked down the driveway and into the neighborhood. I was able to relax a little once I left my house behind, but depression sank in. Home wasn't safe and secure anymore. I had to hide from my parents' wrath, though they never directed it at me, and money was making our household crumble.

Suddenly, I pulled my mind back into the present, my skin starting to crawl. The world around me was silent; even the cricket song was gone. I started walking faster. My ears caught the gentle clink of footsteps. Whirling around, I scanned the darkness, but there was nothing there, not even a stray cat.

"It's nothing," I whispered into the silence. "It's just my imagination."

I turned around and nearly screamed. A boy stood in front of me, his hand extended. There was a funny expression on his face -- not a smile, not a frown, just a knowing sadness.

"I'm Jason Paige," he said.

I managed to blurt out my name, then, "How did you -- "

"Can we walk?" He gestured towards the road.

Too stunned to do anything else, I nodded agreement and we strolled deeper into the neighborhood. As we talked, I lost my fear and enjoyed conversing with him. Hours passed; we walked into the next neighborhood, and I barely noticed.

Until my watch lit up with the time: 2 a.m. "Shoot! It's so late. I have to head home, Jason."

"I'll walk you back," he said.

We were quiet on the way back, until we reached the end of my driveway. He stopped, looked me deep in the eyes, and whispered, "Never wander the streets alone at night."

I blinked at him, confused, but he was already walking away. I gasped.

The back of his shirt was covered with still-dripping blood. He was leaving a morbid Hansel-and-Gretel trail of red drops behind him. I opened my mouth to call him back, but my mother's voice interrupted me.

"Get inside, young lady! Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

I had no explanation, and slunk up the stairs to bed, where it took me an hour to fall asleep.

The next morning, I joined my parents for breakfast, scraping my chair loudly against the floor to face a bowl of soggy cereal. My father shook his newspaper, frowning.

"Do you know some guy named Jason? He was about your age. Lived around here."

My spoon froze halfway to my mouth, and a cold shiver sped up my spine.

"He was murdered last night," my father continued. His frown deepened. "Some bullies along the YM street. About ten thirty, it says here."

It was him. It was Jason. The blood, the whispered warning, the sadness in his eyes... I had met the murdered boy just hours after his death. I quickly faced my cereal to hide my tears.


Alright this is my favorite story of alll times.

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My story was when i saw an epic cow killed superman D:

 

Isn't that a little quick to type a story, Tuttles? I'm calling you out on the art of "Copy and paste"