Paranormal Experiences

So, I had this pack of matches...


Also, I don't believe in ghosts. It's not religious of why I don't, I've just not had any experiences. My parents and me grandma do, I just haven't had any experience so there is no reason to.
 
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill
There’s a house where no one lives
So you take a big bag of your big city money there
And buy it.

But at night, the house is dark
And you’re all alone, there’s a noise upstairs
At the top of the stairs, there’s a door
And you take a deep breath and try it.

And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door
There’s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before.

And there’s the creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always open…

And there’s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a pretty mouth
To swallow you whole…

So you scream and you close the door
And you tell yourself it was just a dream
In the morning you head into town,
‘Cause you want to go antiquing.

In the store there’s a strange old man
With a wandering eye and a withered hand
When he hands you the old wooden box
You can hear his old bones creaking.

And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see
That someone carved your name into the tarnished silver key.

And there’s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always open…

And there’s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a pretty mouth
To swallow you whole…

And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you
And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too
The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed
The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head – and you are crazy.

Now it’s late and you head downstairs
’Cause you just can’t sleep so you make some tea
And the doll disapprovingly asks
If you really need that much honey.
You decide that you’ve had enough
And you lock the doll in the wooden box
You put the box in the fireplace
Next to your bag of big city money.

As the smoke fills up your tiny room there’s nothing you can do
And far too late you see the one inside the box is you.

And there’s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always open…

And there’s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It’s got a pretty mouth
To swallow you whole…
 
My friends and i were just fooling around out on a street.It was a very hot night.We were just telling jokes and stuff when suddenly the streetlight sort of reduced the amount of light and a second after we hear some kind of loud chanting in the distance.The temperature rises suddenly.Everybody just looked at each other with the stupidest face ever.It passed 2 mins later and everyone was like wtf?
 
One time, I was walking in the sun in my neighborhood during summer (noone was there but me as it was a weekday, and there are no other kids in the area) and I'm walking down the street. I walk straight down the street because we're relatively remote from most areas and you'll easily know when a car is coming.
Anyway, I'm walking down the road, and there's this eary smell in the air that I dismiss as the neigbors dog, when suddenly I see something disgusting running towards me from the shadow of a house to my right. It had what I swear was rotting flesh, and had the shape of some sort of bizzare chicken, and behind it I see the neighbors portable cooler/refirgerator.
Thankfully, my grandparents house is just ahead and to my left.
I run as fast as I can, with it making some bizzare clucking/gurgling noise behind me, and just barely escaping the thing, and when I look back from my grandparent's door, there was nothing...
I can only theorise that I had just had to ditch the stinking decomposing chicken from the sun-baked styrofoam cooler.
 
And there?s a creepy doll
That always follows you
It?s got a pretty mouth
To swallow you whole?
That sounds hot.

No real paranormal experiences from me, but apparently my mum and her sister used to weejee (sp?) board a lot, and they've seen spirits and the like, as well as a wall of cold that trapped them in a room. I'm not sure if I believe her, but she rarely if at all lies about such things.
 
Earlier this year, I was at my friend's mom's house, just me him and this other moron, the three of us sitting at the downstairs dinner table just sharing stories, when we heard steps coming from upstairs....

Nice story, but the low pressure thing still doesn't really explain why there were footstep noises up there in the first place, or why there were noises behind the closed door before you tried opening it. Ponder that!
 
When your soul is shredded by it's own jaws in a blazing mass of hellfire, call me.
 
One time I called my friend, but I had died a few hours prior. He got really creeped out, lol.
 
Nice story, but the low pressure thing still doesn't really explain why there were footstep noises up there in the first place, or why there were noises behind the closed door before you tried opening it. Ponder that!

We did actually. As soon as we figured the door out, my friend went "What about the footsteps though?"

I figured out that it was a fat wooden ball tied to one of the curtain rope things being slammed up against the wall when the wind picked up.
 
One time I was up for days and while driving at around 3 AM I saw hundreds of children in the road. These were shadows though. Not shadows but more like... black outlines. Just blank black bodies of children (miniature sized) jumping or walking in place. It persisted until I got inside and asleep. I will never forget it, ever.
 
One time RacketyTendons came back from the dead. Chilling!
 
I'm a skeptic until I start seeing knives and chairs being hurled at me. Everything else is questionable.

Granted. If I die before you, I will hurl a BlackSmiths Anvil at you from beyond the grave :O



There was this one time when my parents had went on holiday, and left my sister and me at home (she had work and I had college). One night when I went to the bathroom, I peered round at my parents room, and at that point I thought I saw a figure sleeping in my parents bed (I couldn't make out the fuigure as the room was too dark). My sister generally does this when my parents were away, so I thought nothing of it.

Next day, when I was having breakfast, my sister came down and asked me why I was sleeping in my parents bed. Obviously I dodn't, but she thought I did. Apparently when she was going to go to bed, she was going to sleep in our parents bed, but notice a dark and shadowy figure already sleeping there and assumed it was me.

Lets just say there was hell of a story to tell when out mum and dad came back.

There was also one instance in the same house where I almost felt like I was being possessed. I was hardly awake at the time, but I felt wierd and I could hear bizzarre things coming out my mouth. I woke up sharply after that instance from the shock. It took me 15 minutes to bookup the courage to go back to sleep.



There was also one thing that occured at my old house. One time when I was like 12 years old, I woke up in bed I heard speech that I couldn't make out. So I got out of bed and investigated, thinking it would be one of my sisters sleep talking. However the closer I heard, the more I noticed it was male voices, sounding like asian (probably chinese), coming from my toilet. I went screaming into my parents room and jumped into there bed, with my knee narrowly missing where my dads crotch was located at the time.


One thing that has been occuring lately is that I wake up and my bedside lamp is already turned on (I only turn them on when I'm going to the toilet during the night)
 
When I get a sharp pain in my anus I know satan has buggered me. Disturbing I know. But I enjoy it.
 
Perhaps if you keep this up the highlight of your funeral might be your iron wit rather than the truly disturbing way in which you died
"Here lies Dekstar, who was a funny bastard until a doll bit his cock off and he died of blood loss. Loving son and doll enthusiast."
 
I went screaming into my parents room and jumped into there bed, with my knee narrowly missing where my dads crotch was located at the time.
His dad has since transplanted his crotch onto his forearm. It's a great conversation starter.
 
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