Nooooo please don't. I got treatment for my 'little problem' & the doctor said that I was cured. Besides the nice judge suppressed all deatils of the case so you are not allowed to show that picture around.Originally Posted by dveus
Nooooo please don't. I got treatment for my 'little problem' & the doctor said that I was cured. Besides the nice judge suppressed all deatils of the case so you are not allowed to show that picture around.Originally Posted by dveus
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
Too many to go into- life threatening stuff, some of it. The shortest and nicest example is that my dead grandpa taught me to ride a bike when I was about 6... he kept appearing in the passenger seats of cars all the way down the street, sort of urging me to catch up to him.
He was a funny old bugger when he was alive (having your leg blown off leading a charge from the trenches will do that to you) and on family outings that was always where he stayed, quietly smiling to himself with his hearing aid turned off. I never saw him again after that, but have been mad about two wheels ever since.
It *could* have been imagination, of course- but too many odd things have happened in my life that have no other explanation for me to be sure of that.
I'd agree with that. My first house was bought from a widow whose husband had died there. I was not aware of that at the time. For the first few nights I would wake up with the strongest feeling that someone was in the room & the room felt very cold. Eventually I sat up in bed & told whoever was there that this was my house & they were not welcome. The presence ceased to be & the room returned to normal temperature. Never happened again.Originally Posted by Mr Skid
Do you realise how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?
At my grandmas house in San Diego, California there is a picture of her father. My cousins when they were younger would aways go to that picture and kiss it. They also sometimes seem to be talking to my great grandfather. My mom did it, Me and my siblings did it. Even my neice does it. Every member of my family on my moms side from her generation on has done it. Must be something to it then.
Sever
Now and forever
you're just another lost soul about to be mine again
see her, you'll never free her
you must surrender it all
And give life to me again
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Spray em with water. Usually wakes me up when Im mumbelling incoherentlyOriginally Posted by Waylander
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
Don't think so mate. They're only newborns to 2 yearolds.Originally Posted by Sniper
Sever
Now and forever
you're just another lost soul about to be mine again
see her, you'll never free her
you must surrender it all
And give life to me again
Disturbed - Inside the Fire
Tell ya what - that little bugger gets around too - stops into our place quite regularly...Originally Posted by Lou Girardin
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Originally Posted by Mr Skid
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Originally Posted by placidfemme
Demons and Ghosts are two very different things. I dont imagine either one wishes to be confused.
Here are my stories, haven't really told many people because most people just treat you like you're insane and don't beleive you.
In a 60year old house in Whangarei, my bed was next to the window and quite often I would hear voices of old men talking away quite loud at like 4am in the morning.
At my present place, a few weeks ago I heard voices of little kids laughing and playing happily outside my window around 3am in the morning. That's weird cause our neighbour has only one daughter? I just put my head under the blanket and tried to go back to sleep
A mates last flatmate once heard a mans voice in her room that he recognised at 3am. He quizzed them both about it at different times and both my mate and the guy apparently in her room that night each thought he was mad.
She was alone and the dude was at his own place with his wife.
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I hate talking about this subject, almost as if talking will make something happen. But, as you all are...
I agree, ghosts and demons are different. Maybe I'd prefer the terms good spirits and bad spirits? Anyway:
My dad was in the navy when I was young. Whenever he went away, my mum and I were on our own (for months at a time). Everytime he went away, an elderly gentleman would "watch over" my mum, watching her sleep, following her around the house and so on. Mum thinks he was a patient she nursed before he died (she is a nurse obviously). I think he was a black man aswell. As time wore on, even when my dad came home he would hang around for a while. The scary part is, on quite a few occasions, he would squeese my dads leg, or pinch his toes, almost playfully/mischievously. He meant no harm, and was obviously wanting to repay a "debt" to mum, but it used to freak the shit out of dad!
In the oldest wing of the hospital in Cape Town where mum used to work, she has experienced many scary events. Coming on duty one night she saw an elderly woman in one of the beds. She said hi, and the woman replied nicely. Mum asked who the patient was, and the nursing staff said there was noone there, as the patient had died the day before or something!
One night mum had the horrible feeling of something following her, which she would JUST catch in the corner of her eye, but it would disappear as soon as she tried to focus on it. She said it was like a guineapig or very large rat like creature. A little while later an african woman (xhosa or zulu) said she must be careful as someone has put a curse on her, and she is being followed. African woman said she must never go anywhere alone, as she was in danger!
Lots of stories of swaying drip stands (heavy metal poles) and other moving objects. One day I plucked up the courage and mum took me to the old hospital block, then discommissioned. Got in the lift, and up to the worst affected floor. As the damn lift doors opened, I instantly got really cold, with goosebumps, the air was really thick and I felt an undeniable presence. I immediately hit the ground floor button and got the hell out of there!
I often have the feeling I'm not alone, and as such prefer not to walk around in the pitch darkI never played games like "glassy glassy" or the Ouji Board, as I have heard horror stories of people ending up dead shortly afterwards (suicide mostly).
We are NOT alone, and I don't think we will ever understand exactly how it all works.
Before I was born my parents were living in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) and they had a bad spirit living in their house - probably poltergeist is a better word for it. One night my mum was sitting in a big armchair when the whole chair lifted up and was flung to the other side of the room.Originally Posted by StoneChucker
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if said ghosts/netherworld entities were illegally occupying a property as described, there is a provision in the Residential Properties Act 1986:Originally Posted by Mr Skid
http://www.dbh.govt.nz/housing/tenancy/rta.html
An amicable resolution should be sought, taking into account both parties' property and/or customary rights.
Tha Jandal: Adding another dimension to "rubber side down"
Jandal [jan-duhl] noun: a mythical entity presiding over bikers
Jandal [jan-duhl] verb: "to jandal" is to involuntarily separate from one's boik.
Jandalled [jan-duhlled] past tense - usage: "bro, I've just gone and jandalled it"
Originally Posted by StoneChucker
Believe it or not, what you are describing is what the Xhosa call "Da Tokoloshie" Im sure a few of South Africans heard about it, especially when they socialised with the black people. I have heard about and been threatened to have it set on me.Originally Posted by Riff Raff
Its a Black myth that involves a little gremlin doing bad things to you whilst taunting you to take your own life.
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
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