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part 1 of however many
ten years ago i went to UH manoa on oahu.
met this girl we'll call noelle, fell in love like with her, everyone does their first time in hawaii.
noelle had one roommate in her dorm. pic is drawing of her dorm layout. her bed was on the opposite wall, but perpendicular to hers. her roommate lasted seven nights before she went home. every night she would wake up screaming that someone was trying to rape and kill her. noelle watched her sit up in bed scary movie style like being pulled forward by something. i laughed that off. she was hot but dumb.
recycling is a big thing in hawaii. everyone collected bottles and cans for cash because 15cents per at some centers near campus. so noelle's roommate left and took all of her stuff. noelle went to sleep that night and dreamed that she was alone in the room and a guy was talking to her. she woke up to this shit.
All of the bottles and cans in her trash bag, im talking damn near fifty of em. they were all standing upright all around the room: all over the floor, both desks, top of the closets, on the four posts of her twin bed, and all along the door frame and windowsills. the door swung inwards, so nobody did it and then left, somebody in the room had to have done it. i know this because she called me screaming hysterically to come over and 'save' her. i knocked the bottles over when i opened the door.
Yeah, i thought the same thing. hottie feeling lonely, takes advantage of her roomie being gone, puts the bottles up, calls the guy to come live with her and bang it out to ward off ghosts. i was totally down.
we clean up the bottles. i point out that its strange the other twin bed was the only surface with nothing on it. she comes up with the idea of turning it into a desk: putting all her bags and books and a chair facing it: presto, no longer a bed.
no problems for over two months. besides the problems in our relationship but thats another story.
then her younger sister comes to visit. lets call her tesla. we clear off the other bed for tesla. we all hang out and go to sleep. im a light sleeper, as is noelle.
i hear noises coming from her sister late at night. i look over and shes tossing and turning in her sheet. (so fucking humid only sleep w/a sheet) out of nowhere, she screams NOOOO and starts arching her back, emily rose style. i start yelling her name "TESLA TESLA WTF" i start shaking noelle "YOUR SISTER IS FUCKING TWEAKING OUT"
noelle wont wake up. its like shes paralyzed in her sleep. tesla jerks in an impossible movement and then lays still. i run and hit the lights to the room.
noelle sits up rubbing her eyes, tesla too. both totally normal. they ask me what the fuck im doing. i tell them what happened. they say im dreaming.
thats what i thought too.
then it happens again the next night. tesla isnt fine this time though. she is bawling, saying she had a dream a man was trying to rape and kill her, she wants to go home immediately.
tesla and noelles parents buy her a hotel room in waikiki w/the card they gave her(parents filthy rich nyc ppl)
tesla leaves, with all her stuff.
noelle and i get back to the room later that night after taking her to the hotel. we haven't fucked in days. we are both 18. down the rabbit hole. all the rabbit holes. we start on the desk next to her bed and knock a two liter of sprite onto her bed. we're naked laughing, she says she doesn't want to lay in that shit so we take it over to the other bed.
part 2
ive never been on this bed before, or even been on this side of the room now that i think about it. we're laughing, going at it. shes on her back and we're lost in the moment.
sorry for the shitty order. part 3
and then i feel it. the hairs on my neck and shoulders stand up. im super fucking cold. and its hawaii and humid and 88 degrees at night with no AC. and i slow down and start to think about how cold i am, and for the first time in a minute or so i look down at her face.
its scruntched up tight, frowning, and shes talking to herself. like psycho babbling shit. she keeps repeating "get away from the bookshelf get away from the bookshelf your hurting me" she doesnt have a bookshelf anywhere in her room.
and heres where it gets worse, and please dont judge me. i loved this girl. we did everything together. im married now ten years later to a different woman and we have a kid, and i love her just the same. but i still think about noelle alot. thats how i felt about her. so heres why i told you that.
i wanted to kill her. it was like i was under the influence but totally right in my mind. im not a violent guy, or at least i wasnt then, i enlisted a few years later and that changed. but i was this sweet puppy dog with her, never one bad thought.
and this intruding thought came into my mind. it wasnt a voice, it wasnt my concious. it was like a complete thought, like i was reading a single sentence on a piece of paper. this intrusive thought: just fucking kill her. just do it. just kill the bitch. it will be fun. youll enjoy yourself before and after. kill her now. smash her face in..
part 4
it was this non stop train of evil shit, shit that i never think on my own, telling me to do all sorts of fucked up shit. and i was scared. i started to cry because i felt like i was going insane. i was in psy150 and thought i was turning schitzo or something.
and the thoughts kept coming and coming. and i pushed her off me. she curled up into the fetal position crying for help. she kept saying over and over "the bookshelf, keep me away from the edges of the bed, kurt (me) keep me away from the edges of the bed."
and i didnt want to help her. i felt indifferent. i just watched her and tried to push the bad thoughts out of my mind. and thats when i saw it, i shit you not.
i sat up crosslegged on the mattress and put my back against the cinderblock wall, and started at the rest of the room. i had never seen it from this angle before. and i watched as her goddamn fucking closet dresser door slowly swung open by itself.
and i fucking pissed myself. i literally leaked a little on the mattress i was so in shock. i had never believed in this shit in my entire life. the closet door swung open and stopped, and nothing happend.
and i felt something. and im writing it here because i think this is the only place that can understand. i felt something, like with my entire body. i dont want to say presence because thats silly movie bullshit, but it literally felt like there was something standing in the center of the room but i couldnt see it. it felt like it was taking up air, taking up space, its like when your in a small room and there's alot of people and its hard to breathe. it felt like that.
Is this a ghost or am I just stupid/crazy?
So I'm home alone right now besides my dogs which you can possibly hear in the background and I'm singing for someone on snapchat. When I play it back, I hear another voice singing with me. I would have chalked it up to being an echo or something but it's only at one part and it sounds slightly different from my voice. It's just at the part where I sing "You"
Warning: High Volume and awful singing.
http://playingwiththeunknown.tumblr.com/post/144568128456/something-spooky-just-happened-i-was-singing-for
It's on my blog because I didn't feel like editing the file to make it smaller. This was recorded with an LG G2.
>>17706348
It harmonized perfectly though, didn't it? Lovely, regardless thanks for sharing.
import the file to audacity and isolate the frequency
Awful singing is right, holy hell. You need to stop that, seriously. Never sing again.
The ghost (or more likely your DOGS) are basically saying "Enough, you can't sing! This is how it's done!"
Found something interesting in my Prentice Hall Science Explorer "Earth's Waters" textbook.
Hmm, looking familiar.
Yup, there it is.
>OP confirmed sixth grader.
How can I meet with him. Not to sell my soul but to meet with him??
>>17706317
What makes you think he would want to meet with you?
>>17706320
I think he does because I know all about him and he would love to turn me...
>>17706352
Thats an arrogant way of thinking.
>where you live now
>how spooky it is
Im a New England fag just outside of Boston. We have lots of historical old places (buildings, cemeteries, land plots) with tons f ghost stories. Not many cryptids aside from some goblins and the dover demon.
this whole are also damn near creams itself on Halloween. Its like a second Christmas which is something ive always enjoyed
>western ma
>spooky as fuck
western ma mostly isn't spooky in the ghost sense, but the way everything looks is super creepy. we have a shit ton of old run down barns, open farms, and shit like that but it isn't ever nice.
pic related
North Texas
It can be pretty spooky. All of the small towns in the area have abandoned buildings and such. In my town we have a Halloween attraction that was at one point a Church that burnt down and (supposedly) was later used by Satanists for spoopy shit. And it's supposedly super duper haunted.
Then we have a certain bridge that is supposedly haunted because of all the weird shit people have done on it.
THEN in a town about an hour away there is a very tiny town with a school that got shut down because a kid was found dead (supposedly.) And the parents all pulled their kids out and sent them to new schools. so now it's a fuckpad for local teens and hobos.
>>17706296
mid west in the suburbs
fuck all happens here. barely any history, I don't there there are any cryptids or urban legends aside from the basic ones you hear every where. Worst of all is the muh chilluns parents. Anything at all happens and they freak out like there's an axe murderer on the loose. I just got an email about a neighborhood meeting with parents over "increased graffiti activity" on some vacant houses. Im only staying here because its cheaper but I don't know if I can do it
I posted this few times on /r9k/ but people there will rather masturbate to traps than actually try to suggest something.
So, basically, sometimes I get stuck in dreams.
Sometimes, mostly close to mornings, when I have to wake up, while still sleeping and having dreams, I get an idea that it's a dream and I'm sleeping, but whenever I try to wake up, I end up starting a new dream or starting everything over again. I close my eyes and open it just to find myself in another dream. This has happened to me several times this previous week, but actually started pretty long time ago. I did not care about it until now, when it got too frequent
Most of the time everything is just like reality, so much that I would not be able to distinguish it if I did not have the feeling that all of this was not real. I think it's some kind of sleep paralysis, but thing is I can fully control myself in dreams like this, while being aware that I'm sleeping
bump
help please
>>17706075
help with what? sounds like fun.
while this is happening can you feel your real life bodys senses? can you feel yourself laying down?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYu6hgkru7Q
Did or could something like this actually happen?
It did happen but nothing bad happened, they just neurologically shut down one by one and when they woke up they were pretty OK. The worst that not sleeping can do is put you in a coma.
>>17705636
people usually enter coma after 5 days without any sleep
so, no
>>17705636
>falling for an old creepypasta this lame
Come on now
Hi /x/. I just wanted to let you know that if you use visualization to guide yourself, anything is possible. It's key here. Miracles can happen! Thank you for listening.
Visualize what you can't see.
But why tell the swine, right?
They will go on eating and trampling and ignoring your rambling.
You know it.
Now shush, go back to your drawings.
>>17705090
How can i improve my visualization?
Not OP but I'm gunna bump this once out of curioisity. I'm also wondering if anyone has good advice on getting better at visualization.
So I know this guy as the OCD genius who made the tesla coil and discovered stuff on electricity.
However most of the internet know him for something else entirely. What is that?
33rd level free mason
Obsessed with fibonacci numbers, 3, 6, and 9 especially.
>>17705051
>fibonacci numbers
>6 and 9 especially
God you are a retard..
>>17704959
>discovered stuff
>>17705051
>fibonacci numbers, 3, 6, and 9 especially.
I hate you fucking retards KYS, I swear to God! fucking dumbasses.
With people like you around, no wonder most knowledge is kept secret.
You guys seem to hate skinwalkers when they have done nothing that is actually evil or wrong, they are just like a dog or cat in that human morals can't be applied to them.
A bear is not evil for attacking hikers in its territory and a snake is not evil for biting someone who travels too close, nature is nature and the same is for skinwalkers.
Think about this the next time you call a skinwalker evil/bad. They are just going about their daily routine.
>>17704950
Arent skinwalkers just windego? And aren't they supposedly people who have eaten human flesh in native american lore?
>>17704950
>White Knighting imaginary monsters created for overused creepypastas
top lel
>>17704950
sounds like something a skin walker would post
So the e-mail linked to the Heaven's Gate still replies to emails.
Here's the reply:
Here is my second question, will post reply when get:
why dont you ask them why the guy still replies if everyone already died?
The Secret School of Wisdom: The Authentic Ritual and Doctrines of the Illuminati
Ok so who has read and what did you think?
Also can anyone hook me up with pdf.
Confirming we got a confirm, bring out the shills.
CONFIRM A SHILL.
>>17704686
Pretty cool. Glad to have it, but Collectanae tend to have more interesting things.
>>17704686
You're not going to get real wisdom from any book, nor from anything anyone tells you, dickhead
Are the Ancient Ones real?
Tell me about those who lived before, and who sleep now.
>Are the Ancient Ones real?
>posts image from recent TV show ( True Detectives Season 1)
>>17704228
True Detective is heavily influenced by the King in Yellow, which was a heavy influence on HP Lovecraft and others.
Pretty relatable image.
>>17704228
damn, semantics are really bringing /x/ down.
WTF
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0gNKhFMg-bKyNNZ_MB3D9Q
This channel has WAY too many views to be real, and the comments are really weird. Kind of reminds me of those baby doctor games that pooped up everywhere. What is going on here?
I've seen a few channels like these, like baby toy unboxing videos or some shit that shouldn't be popular. All their videos have several million views and the comments are all either foreign laughter or keyboard spam.
Maybe the channel has a botnet that watches their videos over and over for the ad revenue? Maybe its some kind of money laundering thing?
No fucking clue man.
I'm eating iced cream right now though!
>>17704141
Wow Ethan, great moves! Keep it up, proud of you!
This happened a couple of weeks ago.
>walk into library at uni, it's a nice day, lots of people around
>sit down with 5-6 friends at a table on the loud floor
>have a pretty fun conversation, we study together for awhile
>next day I come in and 2-3 of the same friends are there
>casually mention something from the previous day's conversation
>nobody knows what I'm talking about
>gradually realize that they don't think I was there the day before
>ask one of the other guys who wasn't with the 2-3 about it later
>I wasn't there
These aren't people that would say I wasn't there just for shits and gigs. I legitimately was not physically there, or something was changed and whatever fucking timeline i am living in switched around. Anyone have similar experiences? causes? stories? explanations?
Before you turn to paranormal advice, not to be rude, but you should probably check your sanity first.
>>17703900
I have bpd and tourrette syndrome, but none of that is consistent with this. It's well managed, and keep in mind this is at least half an hour of missing time, from which I have no conflicting memories. your reply is warranted, but I've had a lot of time to mull this over.
Are you the kind of quiet guy that sits around and goes unnoticed?
I was in the same high school years and half my classmates probably didn't even know I existed.
