Redemption     

Last night i faced my fears
The ghosts that haunted me for years
I entered the cemetery, my heart in my hands
To you i shall deliver it
To you i owe my past
I ask for your forgiveness
While screaming out my lungs
I plead for you to hear me
Spare my soul and bring me healing
I plead for you to hear me
Take my heart that is still beating
I plead for you to hear me
I am sorry that yours does not.

                                 Being wird

                                     The Forest        

Antiquely called The Forest of the Revenants.
Commonly known as "The Forest of the Ghosts" by children .
The rare fungi that populates its detritus is one of the most notable discoveries of this century.
This fungus is the underlying cause of the somnambulous horde that continuously wanders the forest. The notoriety of this fact led it to become it's eponym.
Until the last century, it was widely, and erroneously, believed that the forest was occupied by the common dead, or even by ghosts.
The density and the great expanse of the forest, along with the fear people felt towards the possibility of getting lost there, led to the postponement of its eventual exploration and careful investigation.
Upon investigation, it was discovered that it was actually living people who had their nervous systems compromised by inhaling the high concentration of spores.
As it is now well known, these spores contain a psychoactive substance that permanently damages many areas of the brain, causing the unfortunate victims to wander aimlessly through the forest.
What is not commonly known is that these spores have the unique quality of behaving like a virus, altering the DNA of the host, specifically the alleles, in a way that it produces the effect of significantly retarding aging.
Upon further investigation it was discovered that some of the people that wandered there, are actually hundreds of years old.
While most victims soon die out of thirst, hunger, or worse fates, some are taken care of by a few sparse and diligent sects which feed, bathe, clothe, guard, and worship a select number of prominent people.

It is documented that the origin of some of these sects stem from the initial efforts of the loved ones of some of the people which lived in the mountain.
They traditionally knew somewhat effective methods of avoiding contamination by inhalation, and were the pioneers who built the first trails across the forest.
Today the most enthusiastic sects stem from the effort and obsession of the lovers of these victims, which then became objects of lust and adoration of subsequent generations.
Though the people that wander there are essentially harmless, the high concentration of spores still pose a threat.
That is why visitors should stay walking along the trails, and never wander off.
Since the forest is large and dense, it is possible that visitors may not see any of its peripatetic population in a particular visit.
The forest is apt for children to visit under the supervision of adults, but under no circumstance shall they be present during the evening, when the amorous sects ritually manifest themselves.
This precaution is taken however far away they may be, as the sounds echo and can travel a considerable distance. 

                                          Halloweed    

Late October afternoon...Mam and I sat on our front porch, enjoying the view of the Amish farmland all around us. We watched idly as a lone car came up the road, swerved suddenly, then lurched to a stop on its remaining three tires. An Englischer lady got out, looked in consternation at the tire, then hopefully up to us on the porch.
"Gut day to ya," I called, friendly-like. "Looks like ya could use some help, ja?"
"I sure could," she answered, relieved. "No phone signal out here in Amish country."
"I'll get my Dat; he can hitch Bess up and give ya a ride to town to get your tire fixed," I told her. "It's only three miles from here to Lancaster. We'll have ya there in no time."
Mam and the Englischer lady were chatting about our jack o'lanterns on the porch when Dat and I returned. "But I thought you Amish didn't celebrate Halloween? Isn't it against your religion?" she asked.
"Ach, we love Halloween,"Dat replied, pulling a butcher knife from his tool apron. "But then, we're not Amish," and he grabbed the lady, and cut her throat neat and quick as you please. Mam had a big crock handy, and.my mouth watered as I saw all that blood gushing out, warm and deep red. Soon as the lady had bled out, Dat hauled her around to the back porch. We'd make sausages out of the rest of her, to take to Lancaster on Market Day. We only needed the blood.
I guess Englischers would call us vampires, of a sort. We've lived among the Amish for hundreds of years. They don't celebrate Halloween, but we do. We love Halloween so much, we pretty much wear our Amish costumes year 'round. I walked down to the road to pick up the nail board Dat had put out to catch a car. It wouldn't do to have a neighbor's horse step on it.
It's only three miles from here to Lancaster, but once we catch someone, they usually never make it to town....

                                              OZN

                               Strange coincidences     

I don't really know if this is a paranormal thing, but I just don't know where to put it. It could also just be nothing at all - simply a series of random coincidences.
Periodically, words will "match up" in my brain. It could be that a song is playing while I'm reading, and a word in the song and a word I am reading will match up at exactly the same moment, or when something on the radio matches up with something I'm thinking... little things like this where one word will occur in two mediums at once and I'll notice. Sometimes it'll happen multiple times per day, and sometimes I won't notice it for days.
It's a weird phenomenon and has been happening for as long as I can remember, but I can't put a name to it. Can anyone explain what it might be (cause I can't exactly google it) or if it happens to you? Of course, it could just be nothing, but it happen too frequently for me to think that it's nothing.

 

                                   Dream     

I sleep with my T.V on. This morning I woke up around 10 am and the tv was still on. I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep again. While I was still conscious, I starting to see things with my third eye. I noticed something weird. I noticed I was imagining things I was hearing from my T.V, but before whatever it was on T.V actually happened.
I don't remember what I see, but for example, let's say there was a sitcom on the T.V. The characters are having random conversations and bring up Football. In my close state to REM, I would imagine someone playing football or something along the lines of that.
This is always happening to me. I believe anything that makes noise will be incorporated into my dream, but will appear before I actually hear it. Same thing goes for when my mom is yelling to me, or I hear something outside my house. It's like I see it coming.

 

                               Forest on fire

                                     Strange experience      

Sunday evening, I stayed at my boyfriend's house (technically his mom's house). I woke up around 2am unable to sleep, feeling as though my breathing was restricted. I've woken up like this before there, but I usually just get up and get some water, go to the bathroom, and head back to bed, but this time I felt really uneasy. I shook it off because I had just woken up from a really odd dream about my absent mother. She's not deceased, she just bailed when I was really young. I watched TV for awhile and fell back asleep.
In the morning, my boyfriend left for work so we said our goodbyes and I went back to sleep since I didn't need to be in class until noon. His uncle and mom had both left as well. I'm a fairly light sleeper, and was awoken by the feeling of weight shifting on the bed, as though someone was getting into bed with me, but it was definitely too light to be my boyfriend, and he was at work anyway so being in between being awake and asleep I thought maybe it was his dog. Still too light to be her and there was no noise, plus we keep the door closed anyway. It felt like a child, probably 7-8 years old. I laid there for a minute, now awake, and waited. Next I felt what felt like someone running their hand across the surface of the mattress right next to my side that I was facing away from. That kinda tripped me out so I sat up and just looked around and clearly no one was there that I could see.
I didn't really know what to think, so I just got up and got ready for the day, went to class, and then my boyfriend came to my apartment to meet me so we could go to dinner with my family. I had mentioned to him that I thought I had an experience that morning and told him about it. He said that when he and his mother first moved into the house when he was little he had a lot of experiences particularly when he was sleeping. He felt someone watching him, hands lingering over his face, etc. He told his mother about it and she went to the local library to research the house. He said that his friends had mentioned getting up at night and seeing a little girl in a nightgown near the old coal room in the basement (his room was in the finished part of the basement at the time).
When his mom went to the library, she read an old newspaper article about the family living in the house at one point and the father locked his wife and children into the coal room and burned them alive. I haven't read into it but I'm planning on going to the library as well to see if I can find anything for myself since I haven't had much luck finding information online.
I just thought I would share my experience with you guys and maybe I could get some insight as to how to find more information

 

                        

                                Strange lightning

                                   We follow rules      

Angels. Demons. God. Me. We follow rules.
"Prayers? His job." I pointed up. "I do deals." The kid nodded. Kevin Parker. Killed 173 people involving torture, rape, arson. Kid's got style. "What do you want?"
"I'm...bored. I need...inspiration. Someone like you, could help me. Give me something to work towards. My...grand finale." Kid's got vision.
I considered. He'd done well, but could do more.
"I want your knowledge. Your...soul." He said. "Not...forever of course. Just...for a bit. To see what you see. Souls have memory." Kid's got smarts.
"What do I get? Usual deal is your soul, but your's is already dark."
"There's deathbed confessions," he smirked. Taunting me? Kid's got balls.
But he is right. Those do....work.....
"What the hell?" I say. Smiling, I reach out my hand. "Your soul forever for one day of mine. My soul's all yours."
He beams, accepting my handshake. A tingle passes as souls swap.
He recoils, jumps up, staggers out of the bar. Eons of evil memories hit him instantly. I close my eyes, imagining what he'll do, who he'll hurt. I can't hurt people directly, but this way...I'm involved. I sit for hours, fantasizing, sipping my drink, letting warmth course through me....warmth....
I jerk up in agony. Warmth turns to pain. No...nothing is ALLOWED to hurt me. Time slows, pain increases. Focusing my energy, I shift to him.
He's sitting alone in a cheap hotel room, holding a gun. Through pain, I see him speaking, but it takes time to focus. Is he....praying?
He looks up, smiles, winks.
"If I die before I wake...." Gun goes to his head. No...
"I pray the Lord MY soul to take!"
*bang*

                              Giant butterfly

                                        John       

"John!" I called out as the door slammed closed behind me. "Are you home?"
I walked in and threw my purse and keys on the kitchen table. The keys made a metal jingle and slid across the wood. "John!"
He wasn't home. I looked all through the house - the bedrooms, the living room, even out in the yard (I thought maybe he'd be working in the garden). He was nowhere to be found. Strange, as the SUV was in the driveway.
He must have gone out for a walk, I thought, and sighed. I went inside and put on a pot of tea, and settled into the couch to make some headway on my Agatha Christie.
Hours passed, and it got to be the evening, around the time we would normally start making dinner but he still hadn't come back. I was starting to become worried. I picked up my cell and dialed, and heard, far off, the sound of his phone ringing, and the distant muffled hum of it vibrating.
The basement! Of course, it was the only place I hadn't checked.
"John!" I called out, phone in hand, running down the creaky wooden steps. The vibrating hum continued and I realized something wasn't right; the sound was coming from the ceiling, from a far dark corner of the basement.
"John?"
And then I looked up a saw it: John's bloody body, wrapped up in silver strands of gossamer in a giant cocoon, his limbs bent all at wrong angles. His eyes were still wide open in horror and his mouth agape.
The creature crouched atop him hissed, and turned to face me.

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                                       Reincarnation of my grandmother      

My grandmother passed away about six weeks ago. I live about 200 miles from my family, and am pretty busy with school and raising my 2 1/2 year old daughter. I decided it was easier to leave her home with my husband and just go to the funeral myself, then it would be to try and take them with me. Despite the distance, I have tried to make it down often to see my family, so my daughter knows her great-grandmother pretty well. I've tried to explain to her that she won't see grandma again, that she died, she's in heaven, etc. I'm in favor of being (age-appropriately) honest with children, and I'm not just going to sweep my grandmother's death under the rug and pretend she never existed.
My father came up yesterday for a quick visit, and brought some of my grandmother's things for me. It was a lot of stuff. This morning, I was going through it, and organizing it. My daughter was curious about the new stuff, so I gently explained to her again that they came from grandma's house, and that she had died, which meant we wouldn't see her anymore. I asked her if she understood, and her response stopped me in my tracks. "Yes" she said "grandma died, and went away, and now she's a baby". We're not very religious, and as far as I know, she has not been introduced to the concept of reincarnation. She then picked up a marker, explained to me that grandma now had a red puppy, and drew a picture of it for me. She also told me that my grandmother lived in a small house, still lived in her mommy's tummy, and that she had two happy parents. I have no idea what to think about all this. edit: She also told me my grandma was "a boy now".

                           Strange happenings     

'm no good at story telling so I'm just gonna throw these out there and see if anyone else experienced something similar.

1. At a very early age (maybe 3 or 4) I told my mother I chose her and that I already knew how her life would turn out. This spooked her because she's not religious,neither am I, and apparently I knew names of people she knew 20 years before.
2. At age 9 we were traveling to the walmart that was 10 miles away at night. Suddenly I started screaming that we were going to die and started crying really loud. Turns out we were on the wrong side of the road for a good 4 miles on this pitch black road and would have likely wrecked if I didn't make them pay attention.
3. Just a few months after the car incident, my friends and I were playing in some woods. The little wooded area was thick with blackberry bushes so there was only 1 way in and out without hurting yourself. We were doing what kids do, destroying stuff without care. After spending a few hours hammering nails into random trees and hacking at the bushes with a machete a man came out of the bushes. He was tall and white, he had a brown shirt and brown pants on. He was clean and didn't appear homeless (we had no homeless in my small town). He told us to stop damaging nature and that trees shouldn't be abused. Normally I wouldn't even remember an event like this but the feelings he gave off were very strange, it felt like he was there but really far away. Anyways after telling us to respect nature he turned around and walked through the bushes. He didn't seem to mind the thorns and didn't struggle to get through. He just kinda melted through the bushes. Being young I can see why I can't explain it in vivid detail. My grandmother told me I met a nature guardian but she was really involved in paranormal stuff back then.

I'm not sure that I'd classify these as paranormal but these memories have certainly stuck with me for my adult life as something I cannot explain. I've never had a hallucination auditory or visual but I do have frequent deja vu as if I've seen things that are currently happening happen already. Sorry for the long post.

 

                                         Strange fish               

                                 Strange confusion       

I'm a very open-minded person, and I have experienced mild paranormal events before, and this certainly didn't scare me so much as it fascinated me. While in college for engineering, I, like many of my friends and college students all over, experimented with hallucinogens. Not to excess, and never in an unsafe way. I believe that in the end they made me a much better person, and really opened my eyes, so to speak, to myself and the world around me. It's also worth mentioning that I've always had powerful internal vision, i.e. I can easily create images or objects in my mind from scratch, but after my experimentation with mushrooms and lsd, I found that power amplified manyfold. At this point in my life I can create realistic three dimensional images or scenes in my head with just a little concentration, with full control over the images and their transformations. It's actually quite handy in my field, like a 3d modeling software combined with a physics simulator in my head. Anyway, a few months after my most potent trip, I was in class one day, trying to keep myself from dozing off as usual. The professor had the lights off as he was giving a PowerPoint presentation. I felt my phone buzz, and I snapped out of my daze. I held the phone below desk level to look at it, and I can't really describe it, but at that instant I felt my mental sight jump from my own eyes to my professor's. It was like in a movie, where there was this rushing tunnel, it only lasted a fraction of a second, but suddenly I was seeing what my professor saw. I (he) looked at me and saw myself looking down at my phone, with the light from the screen shining up into my face. Then I (he) looked across the class at other students. The detail was perfect, I can still recall that image in my mind like it was actually me looking with my own eyes. As quickly as it happened it stopped, and I looked around and saw that what I saw through his eyes was totally accurate. Down to the position of the students in my class and what they were wearing. It's interesting to note that it was completely in my mind's eye, while I was seeing all this I was also looking at my phone, reading the text. The whole thing lasted not more than 2 seconds, but it has always stayed with me, and although I feel like I'm quite good at imagining things through others' eyes (literally, I find it easy to imagine what others might be seeing and feeling, almost empathically), I've never experienced something so immediate, real, and verifiably accurate, before that or ever again. I also didn't have a particularly strong bond with that professor or anything, I liked him and he liked me but nothing out of the ordinary. Anybody have any thoughts on what that might have been?

                                   Dark Forest

                  There is this knocking in the wall   

I sleep my head next to a wall which works as a separator between another room's closet. There is not much too it apart from an occasional knocking sound, it is a quick sequence of 2 taps and occasionally 3 taps. Being echoish more than a knocking sound should be, I believe it is coming from inside the wall. Normal house phenomena, right?
I have a laptop using which I am typing right now. When it is in sleep mode, it makes this really irritating high pitch noise that drives me crazy so I completely cut the power and unplug it so it doesn't make any sounds - and it does not.
Yesterday morning something strange happened; I went to sleep really late, at 3ish AM. Then the usual nightly event came in - the knocking.
I never made ANY deal out of it but this time, for some reason it creeped me out. It was a lot more persistent than it ever was and then my laptop randomly turned itself on (the power from it was cut and I killed the system).
Now the last part I wouldn't be surprised if it were hallucinations but I was like seeing the darkness crawl away into the darkest corner. It was a really strange sight, by crawling away I mean it didn't go away instantly but more progressively and slowly.
Maybe I am grabbing at straws here but you never know.

 

                                     Shadow     

I have some questions and I was wondering if anyone could help.
I've had some interesting experiences since I was a small kid. I'm not claiming that I "see dead people." I'm just saying that I tend to know when "things" are around. I've become pretty good at cleansing my space, keeping things out, using prayer to keep other things at bay.
Last night I prayed for guidance. I prayed to the Christian God and was very clear that I was seeking guidance from him and his angels and nothing else. However, I was woken to the sound of hissing. I thought nothing of it and rolled over and back to sleep. Then I heard the hissing again, opened my eyes, and a shadow person (may have been more than one) was standing over me. I saw what looked like a weird stick diagram that glowed red. It unfolded until it looked like a stick person. I didn't feel like the presence was "good" so I began yelling and chased it out of the house. (waking up family members in the process...) It left behind a foul smell. Closest thing I can compare the smell to is a foul smell I used to remember from my great grandmother's house or a nursing home; it was pungent mix of urine and decay.
Anyways, I've felt drained all day. My question: what could that stick figure have meant? I was asking guidance for my life: where should I be, what am I meant to do. This glowing stick figure didn't really answer the question.
TLDR: What could a glowing red stick figure of a person, manipulated by a shadow person, mean?

 

                                  The violin   

The tenant, so tired, left to visit to the old man. He was going to complain. He knocked and knocked but there was no reply. He knew the old man was in there, the violin could be heard, crying out to the building.
He tried to open the door, but it was stuck. He worked it a bit more and finally the door opened. A cloud burst over the new tenant, suffocating him in darkness. The cloud fell to the ground; there was a crunch for every step the man took. On closer watch, the man noticed that it was the remains of butterflies, so many butterflies. So beautiful, they were of all colours, yet none, they were the colours out of space, impossible.
The tenant walked into the room, but found nothing, no food in the cupboards, no sign of the man, or his beloved violin. The tenant was dazed “how could that be” he thought. He decided to leave the room and go back to his apartment, believing it to be all just a bad dream.
Crunch went every step
Crunch. Crunch.
He closed the door behind him, but the moment the door locked, the violin could be heard. Bewildered, he went to open the door. It wouldn’t open again. This time the tenant peered through the keyhole to see if he could see the man. All there was, was an unfathomable darkness. As he was looking through the keyhole, he saw the colours again, but slowly the music became a hum, one hum sang by thousands, if not millions of beautiful, tiny creatures.
Then it stopped
It shot through the keyhole into the tenants head, blackness ensued as he fell into the living abyss. He woke up the next morning, no recollection of the night before. He carried on with his daily routine
Get up, eat go to work, come home eat go to sleep.
But this night was different. He slept peacefully, lulled by the music, his dreamless sleep fueled by the hum

                                         Fear     

Do you ever suddenly wake up in the middle of the night? Your heart feels like it's in your throat and your eyes struggle to adjust in the darkness. You can't shake the feeling of impending doom, like something's watching you. Like at any moment something could jump out of your closet or grab your foot from under the covers. Some of you might feel this often. But don't fret, it won't come out of your closet or crawl out from under your bed. You might feel temporary relief when you realise this. That is a mistake, because you always forget to look up. 

                                          Jesse   

People hated that I would never smile. I had no reason to. My parents died when I was young and I live with my drunkard uncle. My expressions are usually forced.

I was in the girls locker room when a girl named Jesse comes up to me and asks why I never smile. I answer and am immediately attacked by the Jesse and the rest of the girls.

I struggle, but I have my hair pulled my face and body beaten. I reach for something, anything.

Scissors. I grabbed them and started stabbing anyone. I wasn't going to let this happen. It felt like I was gonna die.

I killed them. I took the bodies and cut a smile on them to where they were literally grinning ear to ear.

Why smile when they can do it for me?

                               Behind me  

I've been meaning to move out of this dump for years. My shitty minimum wage job doesn't get me much but one day I'll save up enough. I live in a crappy one room one bathroom apartment, and might I mention that my neighbor has been creeping me out for some time now. I've caught him following me out sometimes and so I've gone out and bought myself a small knife and pepper spray.

He's so... creepy. He's always wearing dark clothes, with a black motorcycle helmet. I can't see his eyes but I know he's staring at me. I've invested in some proper locks and a security webcam because of him.

I turned on my computer and waited for the day's video to load as I took a sip of my juice. Nothing abnormal. I took another sip and started to text my friend. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark figure on the screen. I turned my head slowly and watched as my neighbor walked around my room, took a drink out of.. the same cup I just drank out of, and left my room.

I shook. In anger and in fear. Immediately I burst up and ran outside and banged on his door.

"Hey! You fucker, I caught you in my room. I'm calling the police now, you piece of shit pervert! Did you fucking hear me? You're fucked now!"
There was no reply and I returned to my room and locked the door. I picked up the phone, ready to call the police, when I noticed that the video on my screen was fast forwarded, to just a few minutes from now.

It showed me leaving the room. It showed a man in a motorcycle helmet slip in through the door I had carelessly left unlocked for a second. It showed the man hide in the dark corner of the room

My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution.
I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back. Sorry for the lack of posts guys, I promise there will be more posts soon! Stay creepy.

                           Moments of meditation

                                      Mama

In noaptea eterna, lumanarile-s stinse,

Te caut mama, prin cioburi de vise,

Cu aer peren, vagi forme imbraci,

Din camera ta, te aud cum taci.

Ce-ntarzie clipa, acum si mereu,

Cand ma vei afla cu plansetul meu?

La icoana ta, aici, ma inchin,

Privirea cobor si mia stau putin...

 

                          Black cat and old house                

                                     The strange forest                  

Eternal night candles are extinguished, I am the mother through the broken dreams ...

If you give me a kiss, no one to the world not to now...

Air evergreen dress vague shapes in your room, you hear how quiet...

Sunset slowly down the soft wings and cold ...

Eerie feeling ... and while it`s like to kill...

Honey, often hear rustling poplars, the empty my soul I pray to approach...

Why delay the moment, now and always, when I`ll find my crying?

You can run but you can not escape .

Creature nightmare

I was injured badly. My severed arm lay only feet away from my kneeling body. I looked up at the desfigured animal. It lay there, motionless. Only the animal`s deep breaths were visible in this bitter-cold air. I pushed myself up onto my feet, picked up my gun and walked through the snow, over to the dying animal.The through of wanting to see this beast suffer prolonged my definite kill. I just stood there and watched as this animal continued to die. It seemed like the blood would never stop flowing. Soon this creature will realize what is it like to feel nothing at all.Whit my gun still pointed at the animal`s guivering head, I kneleed and whispered into its ear, "How does it feel?"The response pushed me onto my back. The animal could speak! It could speak my tongue. Out of pure shok, I took my gun, put it to the animals head, and shut. I watched as its head fell back against the blood-stained snow. I wa still in shock. I could not get myself to move.

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Dark....

This is my birthday and this is the icon from my grandmother

Invisibility spell 

Premonition  

 Mother...

In the eternal night, candles are extinguished, / Mother I looked through broken dreams, /
Air perenia vague shapes dress, / In your room, you hear the quit,/ What late moment now and again,/ When I`ll find my crying?/ In your icon here, I worship,/ Look down and stay awhile...

It rained one day....

Twilight...