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I can remember like it was yesterday. I was on my dad's ranch in Abilene, TX on a hot day with a breeze now and then. I was the age of 10 at the time that this occured.

Our ranch we had was 425+ acres, with 3 fields, an old barn, 2 stock tanks and wild game. well, my dad left for work around 6:00 that morning and i was left alone, so i thought. i was in the field north of our farmhouse digging for arrowheads and Indian beads (i found alot of artifacts in the area i was digging in) as i was digging i stumbled upon one carved precisely out of stone with jagged edges on them. as i was celebrating my victory l looked up a little ahead of me, about 50 feet or so and saw a man walking across our field. as i was carefully hiding in some brush trying not be seen, i was watching the tall man walk at a steady pace not making any noise at all. as a peered closer, i noticed him wearing yellowish hide like the Indians used to wear from buffalo hide or deer hide. then i called out: "what are you doing on private property?" then the Indian looked at my direction, then kept walking to the tree line at the edge of the field.

after this happened, i went inside and called my dad and told him it was an emergency (which it wasn't, i was just creeped out) about 20 minutes later he came and i told him what happened. and like most people, he said "its just your imagination."

about 2 weeks later this happened again except near one of the stock tanks. i was measuring how low our tank had got since the previous month, and i was on the bank of the tank when all of a sudden, i looked up and there was the indian again, walking past me. i yelled "hey old friend." and he looked at me again, except this time he looked a little longer."

after this occurred, i thought it would be respectful to place the beads and the arrowheads where i found them. for the last 3 years i was there, i never seen him again..

i will never forgot about my first ghost experience, since then i have had more, and will write about them.

This amazing, short animated video tells one very weird story. How come that chicken’s eyes glow red? Can that crab really shoot plasma death lasers? Is it really healthy for a moose to drink beer? Watch now and find out!

Yesterday I was doing laundry and having a relaxing day at home. I had dinner plans, therefore I was in a hurry so I ran down to the laundry room to grab my clothes out of the dryer. To my surprise the laundry room was locked. The laundry room door is always open and no one even has keys to that door. Of course I was annoyed, but I figured there is no reason to stress out about it. I called the building manager and asked that they unlock the door and I planned on gathering my things when I got home that night. Of course I forgot about my clothes when I got home and I just went to bed. Still not a big deal right?
I woke up this morning in a chipper mood and was looking forward to helping my friends put together their new office space in Hollywood. Of course I was running late, but right before I hopped in my Jeep to leave, I had a gut feeling I should go check on my clothes.
It was one of those weird moments when normally you would just walk into the laundry room, but I found myself looking in the window before I entered the crime scene. I noticed all my clothes were out of the dryer and laying on the floor to the side. At this point I was pissed off and I walked in to find out what the hell was going on. It was clear to me that a homeless man had made a bed out of my clothes on the floor to sleep. I walked over to pick them up and realized they were soaked with urine. I took a step back and noticed a magazine laying to the side. (see attached photo) The homeless man was clearly a BUTTMAN, so much so that he had shot his LOAD all over my favorite T-SHIRT. At this point, I was in total shock and it takes a hell of a lot to shock me these days. My jaw could not have been more on the floor until I turned around and looked down.
THE M*THER F*CKER TOOK A SH*T IN MY LAUNDRY BASKET!

Here's the background information. I work in a residence hall as a resident assistant. I assist the residents. However, this story isn't about the residents; it is about the staff that I worked with and cared so much about. Throughout the year we are trained to respect others, use appropriate and uplifting language, be cheery, pleasant, and helpful, and most importantly remain politically correct in all situations. Diversity training is essential. So it was to my surprise that I was awarded with the "Ratchet Residents of the Year Award" at the end of the year awards banquet.

Background about my residents. I had a floor of freshman college residents from all backgrounds of life, just looking to make friends and have fun. No harm in that right? Wrong. Yes, they made their share of mistakes and they paid for them as well. They were a bit overly-social at times and they were greatly persecuted by my staff for it. They weren't criticized to their faces, but instead to mine. I would bear the grunt of all things negative that happened on my floor. I was a first year RA with a co-RA who was a first year as well. The problem with us wasn't that we lacked experience, but the fact that, looking back, I had no real support from my co. I would do half of his bulletin boards, I'd be early to our events and set up and develop most of the plans, I would drive him anyplace he needed to go without asking for a cent of gas money or anything in return (GAS ISN'T CHEAP). He refused to write up any of our residents or even confront our residents over issues. Not a good thing. He pushed me to do it. I broke up many a party, a few fights, dealt with being frightened in the restroom, and the list goes on. But nobody credited me with that. I got the "Ratchet Residents" award. My residents were recognized before me, the actual staff member. I felt belittled.

Definition of "RATCHET"- Someone or a situation that is or acts:
ghetto
out of pocket
or just plain unnecessary

A very negative term for negative circumstances. Rarely ever used in a good way. I've never heard it used positively.

(a word that most of my staff didn't even know until they developed relationships with the few black people on our staff. It's a slang word primarily used in urban situations. Most of the staff was very suburban. Double it was like being stabbed with your own knife.)

Background on the remainder of the staff: On the staff, not too many people had vehicles or were willing to use them. Bittersweetly, I was blessed to have a vehicle in a close location on campus. I was very often asked for rides and errands and I never asked for anything in return. I like to help people.

Some car situations I encountered:
1. Being asked to drive for hours early in the morning to pick up pasta for an event, and retrieve 2 rice cookers from various locations that the address was unknown.
2. Being asked to pick up someone from clear across town at 12:00am because they missed the bus. They were more concerned with not being invited to a Plucker's dinner that I was on my way to after picking them up than gratitude or gas money.
3. At 8 am, taking a coworker to the dmv to pick up a license. I had a class a 11. I don't wake up until 10/10:30. I didn't ask for gas money.
4. Being told that a coworker needs to go pick up a toy and when the car was retrieved and waiting for a few minutes being told by phone that I didn't have to.
4. Being called only to drop a co-worker downtown to meet up with a friend in dense traffic.
5. The list continues...

I even swallowed my pride to get on good terms with a coworker that I disliked, to make life better. At the end of the year she threatened to snitch on everybody who went to a party if she got in trouble for an unrelated incident pertaining to her job efficiency.

At the end of the year, all my good deed were overlooked. All of my good times and cheerful manners were surpassed by my residents. There's more to living this story than you can read. It wasn't an isolated incident, it was building up over a period of 10 months. So ten months of reliability, kindness, and sociability were reduced down to an award for "Ratchet Residents."

Ok this is woman meets man from internet overseas for the first time. I had been talking to this English man for about 2 yrs. before I decided to finally meet up w/him overseas. We did the romantic thing rent a cottage that's over 300 something years old and traveled the local area towns & pubs nearby. There was this one pub we ended up going to called the Globe Inn & Pub. Kinda strange it's called the Globe. Well we went in and we were standing at a pub table drinking and people watching. No one was paying us any attention the whole time. Just a normal atmosphere people paying attention to the people they were with. But there was this one man sitting near the entrance of the pub just watching me. I never noticed until my partner told me that the man had been watching me for a long time. He said that there is no way this man could know me since I'm from the States. He said that he was watching me as if he knew me. I looked over and it was strange that we did make an instant connection but I instantly blew it off. I knew but I was in denial. What was even worse was that after I got home from England I pushed him out of my mind for a little while. Then it was like all of a sudden he was haunting my mind. I just kept thinking about him and just couldn't stop. I still remember the connection we made when I looked at him in the pub. I just know that we've been together before. I know that we know each other. The way he looked at me wasn't a man lusting over a woman. It was a soul connection. 'That's why he has haunted me for so long.

One day, I was in the phase of playing something, in doing all those activities which a child does. I had a sip of Whisky, quite bitter for me but I started taking it for all day long and almost on a 24X7 hrs basis. Soon a year passed and I cleared my secondary year exams, then I realized that the only work I can do is drinking. I continued with this habit till I crossed my Engineering exams. I was one of the most notorious students of my college. I used to bunk college and have whisky for the day long. To add to the glory, I also recall having beaten my teacher, my classmates, and my seniors. I was involved in all such activities in my college. I have more suspension letters than certificates, a student should have.
My first day of college if I reflect – it was 9:30AM, after having my usual dose of whisky I entered my class. Suddenly there was a pin drop silence in my class because they mistook me to be the teacher who would take the first class. But of course I crossed them and went to the last bench of class and had a seat.
With such kind of activities I had completed my engineering. I got two different things while I was in engineering, First my liver failed and now my name starts from “Er.” nothing new. Then finally my life took an unexpected and amazing change because my father sent me to a coaching center where I learnt how to crack “CAT”. From that day my mom told me not to drink and I stopped drinking. But as I knew it that CAT was not my cup of tea I focused on MAT and I scored a decent percentile. Now it was my turn to get a college of my type where I can study. Then I finally got a college and started my MBA.
On a very pleasant morning a girl entered the class. She was very pretty but carried lots of attitude with her. Her presence made me feel good though I am not sure why? May be her appearance was so attractive. She was a cute girl with very nice hair cut having an attitude that attracted me towards her. I need a long page or even a more to describe her beauty. She is a girl of values and limits, not a regular product/construction of Mr. God. I used to attend the college so that I can see her face. Many a times I tried to talk her but all the time something stopped me to do so. One day I broke the silence between us and said “Hi” to her and she replied in the same tone, I used. From that day we started talking but in the college hours only. The days are so interesting but the nights are very much boring for me, I don’t want to talk her like a fool for the whole night but ‘I miss her’ all the night and I keep on thinking about her. Then the days turned into months and I found that I really liked that lady who entered in my class a long time ago. In order to say the three words - I LOVE YOU, I went to college and found that she left for her hometown the previous night. Then I started talking to her with the help of SMSs. With the start of a simple ‘hi’, ‘hello’ we both started sharing almost everything and I told her what was my past. After having a decent talk I finally got the time because she is coming to college next morning. I dressed well and took her from the station to her room in the city. Next day she attended the college I was in complete anxiety that for the first time I would say those magical words to any girl. Finally I said “I LOVE YOU” but she replied – “I need time”…..
She is such a nice girl that she did not stop talking to me. For quite a considerable period of time we even fought with each other on some stupid reasons. One night I was talking to her and missing her badly because I was unable to see her face. I copied her picture from FB and I forgot this that I have done something like that as I am in habit of keep forgetting things. Time passed and one day she asked me that do you have any photograph of mine. I said “no” without thinking for a second as I was sure that I don’t have her snap. Then she suddenly started crying and said ”It’s been a very small time but I started liking you in spite of knowing your past, but you broke my trust” and the words she used that day were “You don’t love me that’s why you did that “.
How could I explain, how much I love her? It was a mistake. I am in a habit of forgetting things. I was as innocent as a child, for the first time in my life I cried and for 4-5 hours. I keep on crying and abusing myself that why you have such a bad habit. My mind recalled me her wordings in every 10-15 minutes. Then finally my phone rang I searched that into my bed, it was her message again “(my name) please try to sleep I got your point but you hurt me today, it will not be very easy for me to forget this but I will try. Bye…” Next day we have to go somewhere for our college work so I went to her home to pick her, I was wearing a black goggle so that she could not see my eyes as there is swelling around them because I was crying whole night. She said hi how are you? Fine, I replied. Then we completed our work came back to our home and for that day it was the only conversation we made because I was crying and she was upset. When we reached our destination she looked into my eyes and said” You don`t wished me today, Good Morning”. In few days we started talking and everything was fine. Somehow I succeeded in rebuilding her trust on me. I know I am having a habit of forgetting things and now she also knew it.
Now she gave me her snaps so that I will not steal that from FB. She said “if you need something that is related to me, just ask I will give it to you”. After that I always keep in mind that I am not supposed to hurt her again, as it gives a more pain to me. Hurting a girl was not that much tough for me being what I was earlier but she changed my views. A day before a week ago she was not feeling well and also missing her home badly so she went to her home town and now I am missing her badly. With this reason that she is with her family, she is unable able to talk to me and I am also busy working for some wedding function in my family but a day before yesterday she texted me – ‘how are you and all’, I also replied but I was feeling very much sleepy because I had a whole day work with my family. She was waiting for my reply but as I was feeling very much sleepy I fell asleep but she kept on waiting. Next day she was not at all in mood to talk but I somehow maintained the conversation. It was 12:30 in the afternoon and she suddenly texted me and we started our conversation but again she asked me – “if you are free then only talk to me else no need of waiting for you” .I was also in a bad mood I replied very casually that – “I want to have a sleep coz I am tired so don’t wait for me.” Meanwhile I started my Laptop so as to check my mails and to have a look on my FB account, that made her feel bad that I was not in mood to talk to her but I was using FB and she said that don’t want to talk to me its ok but don’t dare to ignore me.
I just wanted to say something to that pretty lady who entered into my class a long time ago that “I am not that bad”. I wanted to clear one thing to that beauteous girl “Don’t Love Me but Please Don’t Doubt on me”.
It’s been 3 months and 20 days since I proposed her and still waiting for her reply. But now she doesn’t even like me the last words she said to me when I said sorry “I don’t need anything from you (My Name), not even sorry”…..
I tried to talk her but she was ignoring me I wrote her a mail but she didn’t reply. I know only one thing I love her. I always conveyed my ‘sorry’ to her whether it was my fault or not but she never understood my sorry. I need to cry but she was my only shoulder.


“I love you... Please come back”

This is a true story, First I went drinking beer with a male friend, after I went straight home, there was a car accident on the freeway I was on the 6th lane in California the far lane, The cops came and started letting the cars off lane by lane, Lane 1 around 30 cars, Then lane 2 around 30 cars. Will mine took forever I was on the 6th, Now when you have to go pee and you just drank lots of beer and cops all around you what do you do? will I am a woman so yes I pee all over myself in my brand new 1995 S-10 Pickup. Got home my 3 grown kids laugh there butt off at me. I told them o.k. keep laughing your day will come, So yrs later my older daughter was at MC D's with my Granddaughter who she always says to her ask mama when you need to pee, she was around 3 yrs old. So my granddaughter ran from the playground with her underwear down below her feet saying mama i have to pee now. My daughter eyes open so wide and her mouth went to the ground screaming no baby not here everyone was laughing loud she was so embarrassing. Then my 2nd child was with my oldest daughter at a playground with his wife, my daughter and her husband. He sat down on a swing and was turning around and around so all ran to him and turned him faster and faster soon my son let go the turning swing and flew in the dirt leaving his pants and underwear on the swing. Big jeans. They laugh so hard that they never went to get his jeans for him so he ran off the swing but necked and got his jeans. My 3rd child went with me on the rollacoster ride at magic mountion in California. When we got off the ride, It was so windy that I seen something flying in the air pass my legs and I said what was that? Her eyes open wide and red I said what happen honey? She said that was my kotex mother it came out of my shorts. Now everyone going to no it is mind . So I ask her did you put your name on them,lol...She just said mother don't be funny. I laughed till I cried. she was 15 yrs old..What go's around comes around.lol

I am a 29 year old guy in love with a friend of mine a 22 year old girl. I only started realising in Januray 2008 how I felt about this girl, I have been in love before but nothing like this. I finally told her how I felt in March 2010 and her original response was interest and excitement. We went out with groups of friends on several occasions over 3 months but nothing serious.
Then she asked me out as a friend and we finally spent the day together but we kept it low key and casual. Then that night she told me she wanted to focus on her relationship with God at the moment and told me now was not a good time.
Ever since everything has changed. My friend cold shoulders me, she avoids social outings where I am present and she refuses to e mail me.
It's been nearly a year but I still love her even though she broke my heart. I love her more then I have ever loved anyone even my own family and it tears me up that she is avoiding me and that I have no idea how she feels about me.
All I want to do is tell her I still care without coming across as a stalker. I at least need some closure more then a 'now is not a good time' I need to know whether it will ever be a good time.
I wish it did not hurt and I wish I knew exactly what I was supposed to do but I have no idea and never imagined I could love someone who broke my heart more then my first girlfriend and even more then a girlfriend I was planning on proposing too. This girl has changed what I thought real love was and the ironic thing is she has also changed what I thought it meant to be broken hearted.

One of life's embarrassing moments
times two
First of all let me make it clear. This is a true unembellished story. Nancy was pregnant with our second child Aaron and was probably in about the 8th month, rather balloon like in shape!
We were attending a small church in Northwestern Ohio close to where both of us were raised. As we entered the sanctuary while looking for a pew that would accommodate my wife's delicate condition, we turned down the main aisle. I was walking directly behind Nancy when it happened! To my utter disbelief and sheer gut wrenching horror I looked down and saw my wife's underwear!!! My mind was a dizzying blur, almost an out of body experience! Different thoughts raced through my head. Oh God what do I do? If I ignored them, someone else might pick them up.... a really bad idea! "Will the owner of the white oversize panties please come to the lost and found" A really really bad idea!! If I move as in slow motion trying not to draw any extra attention, if that were even possible considering what had just happened, (After all how much more attention could we get!!!) an usher might assist me, an even worse idea! " Here sir, let me help with those.......!!!!!!!!!!!!" At this point my only two options were to
A. Faint, acting as though I was slain in the spirit, which would seem strange considering this was a non-charismatic church!
B. Act fast hoping that if I moved at lightning speed I could some how reverse time and wipe this event out my mind as well as of the minds of the 12 people who witnessed this but were now trying not to look by rearranging hymnals or making diverting comments. "Look Virgil, isn't that the third week in a row the pastor has worn that suit". "Yes Marge, It’s time for the ole love offering".
As You've probably guessed by now I chose the second one and during the following several years tried to blot this event
out of my mind. I was just getting over the night terrors and flashbacks, when "it" happened again!
(end of part one) ..Well apparently God has either a rather strange, almost twisted sense of humor or my wife needed to buy much better fitting underwear because as you've probably already guessed, "it" happened again!! Now nearly 6 years later and she, once again with child, at least 7 or 8 months worth, was back to the previous pear like shape! As fate or the mischievous hand of God would have it, we were again in church... This time we were in West Lafayette Indiana at a church we had only attended a handful of times. As we were exiting after the service, we stopped briefly to shake hands with a gentleman standing in the foyer....

As we started to engage in idle yet holy chit chat "something" fluttered softly downward toward the foyer's carpeted floor! At first my mind refused to accept the graphic reality of what my eyes were seeing! "Oh merciful God in heaven, tell me this is not happening again!" "Just let me die now!!!!!" The next few minutes seemed to last an eternity, with time moving as slowly as molasses in January! The sense of déjà vu and flashbacks to the incident 6 years earlier turned my brain into something resembling petrified silly putty! "Maybe you could send the rapture Lord!" my mind briefly uttered, but quickly rejected the idea when I realized that the three of us would probably be stuck in the same heavenly elevator having the same conversation only now accompanied by harps!

While I still consider this one of my most embarrassing moments, I'm sure it was equally awkward for the other gentleman! What is the appropriate comment to make in this situation. "Not another darn wardrobe malfunction" or "Sorry sir, static buildup..... your wife is the third pregnant lady this month to lose her.........!"
I also know this incident had to be difficult for my wife but let's face it, women only need to utter either of the magic "P" words (pregnant or pms) and are generally given a free ride no matter how wacky the behavior! "let's see mam, you ran five stop lights, created several free form crop circles and turned a poor cow into ground round. Pregnant?.....OK go on and have a nice day!"

Well we all stood there as still as dime store mannequins for what seemed like a hundred years!! I was still hoping the panties would somehow spontaneously explode to release me from this torment, but alas, that was not to be! I thought of ways to divert attention..... Perhaps start a conversation about da Bears since Chicago was close.... but reality set in and I remembered...I DON'T KNOW SQUAT ABOUT FOOTBALL!!! Darn it... I knew I should have signed up for those intramurals in the eighth grade! Maybe start coughing and act like I was choking.. yes that might just work! Then it hit me.. This guy that I hardly know would perform mouth to mouth on me.... Maybe not as good an idea as I had thought!! (a little too friendly) Well what finally happened was that I edged closer to my wife while straining to chit chat, snagged the panties on my wing tip, reached down as if scratching my leg, grabbed the panties (it was like poetry in motion) until I realized
my wife was standing on the other corner of the underwear!!! SNAP!!!!!! "Can this get any worse, Lord" We finally somehow extricated ourselves and hurriedly scampered out the door. This was our last visit to this church, that is without disguises!!!!

I'm in love with this boy, i have been for five years now. i was sitting at home one night and he texts me. i look at the message with a confused look. it said, "Hey i just wanted to say goodbye and i love you." i was confused. after talking to him i figured out he was planning to commit suicide. i remember so clearly how the tears instantly began to fall down my face. i tried to talk him out of it for an hour or more. after a while, he stopped texting me. i began to worry instantly, and i cried myself to sleep. the next morning i remember waking up with my heart hurting, and my first thought was "is he still alive?" i immediately texted him, but he didn't reply. i began to think the worst, that he killed himself. i began to cry again, i cried all the way to school. i remember walking into school thinking why i was there when the guy i loved was dead. i sat down on the floor by my friends locker, tears dry on my face. i remember the feeling i had when i saw him walk through the door. i immediately jumped to my feet and ran into his arms. i remember how safe i felt with his arms around me. i repeatedly said how happy was to see him at school, alive. i never wanted to let him go, his body was so warm against mine. i eventually let go, i had to so we could both go to class. i was so happy to know he was safe and alive, i smiled and cried tears of happiness all first period. i have second period with him, so after the bell rang i rushed to second period. when i walked in the door i once again told him how happy i was to see him. he came over to me and said "i need to show you something, ive only showed one other person, but i think you deserve to know." he turned is arm around and i saw them. the cuts. i grabbed his arm and said "please no" he took me in my arms again and said "its ok" tears began to run down m face again and the words managed to say were "please stay" i couldnt believe how close i was to losing one of the most important people in my life. but after talking to him and being there for him, he hasnt had another attempt at suicide again. he even went to the counsler at our school, on his own, no one asked or reported him. his cuts have healed and he is his self again. im so happy hes still alive. i love him!!

It were days of summer. The Sun was bright and its light was spreading all over the street. Being a jobless in those summer days, I had nothing substantial to do. I was living in city all alone, surviving on money sent by my father from far away home. My room was near a Nullah in outskirt of city . It was a dark room, deprived of sunlight even in scorching sun. I hated my room immensely. Part of the reason was its bad smell. It was impossible to pass day in claustrophobic situation. In these circumstances, my only respite was a park facing over my balcony. I would pass my days sitting in park, looking children playing clamorously. It was not boring as it seems in one look now. I had some books to accompany myself. I would sit on one of two benches of park and engross myself in reading, occasionally overlooking towards children. I was not alone in that park who would pass his day in park. I would often see a lady sitting next to my bench. She was not very fair but something in her deep eyes would force me to look towards her. She was short in stature yet her charm was something that could make any heart loss her beat. She had a blue gown over her body and two clips in her hair making her a sort of teenage girl. Her appearance seemed as she belonged to an affluent family. She would come to the park daily and would look towards playing children until they had gone to their home. I was certain that she must be related to these children. Her lost gesture and slow movement would make me restless and bemused as the same time. But I never dared to ask about her misery. Her mystique eyes always threw a static glance at those children.

Everyday I would come to that park and sat there for long. One day I made a mistake. It was not deliberate as my bench, where I would often sit, was occupied by some other old age men. I had no other option but to sit in another bench. It was same on which that mystique girl would sit. I had a strange feeling while I placed my books on bench. I thought she must be annoyed when she would see me sitting on her bench. But as time passed I again lost in my books, unaware of world around me. As bright afternoon approached, I sensed someone was standing near my bench. I looked up with an escaping gesture. She was there wearing a white Salwaar-kurta embroidered with twinkling star-shaped glasses. She had covered her face with a red Duppatta. She was looking at me. Her sharp glance was piercing through my body. I hesitated for sometime. A sudden smile came on my face as I started arranging my books randomly scattered on bench. I was also expecting a smile from her as a return to my smile. But her face was static as ever, no expression shown on her face. She was not more than an arm’s length away from me. I could easily feel her breathing. She was panting heavily as though she was in hurry to sit on that bench. “It is always hard to talk an unresponsive person” I thought. I controlled myself and placed all my book at one side on bench. Now bench had enough space to her sit down. She was still standing and looking at me. It was enough to frighten me ” What does she really want?” I thought. I was looking for an excuse to engage with me. Meanwhile my fear came down as she stepped up and occupied a corner of bench. Now I could see her hand, soft and unwrinkled. I could see her face clearly. Her eyebrows were cleverly set. Her lips seemed to me like a petal of red rose. Her gray-reddish hair were interrupting her view occasionally. She was looking at children. A sweet smell was coming from her. My eyes were into my book but mind was wandering. I was thinking about her unusual behavior of looking at these child nervously. I wanted to ask her but could not collect enough courage to utter a word. I could not believe how quickly two hours passed. She was leaving the park behind those children. She didn’t say a word in that two hours. I could see her leaving park with heavy steps. My heart was beating on its extreme. I felt a deep desire to call her back but my cowardice came between our way. I kept looking at her until her shadow faded away from my sight. Now I could see no one was there in park. But strangely solitude didn’t sweep me . Her glowing face and those two hours passed with her, were with me. I got up and started strolling to my room. That day changed me totally. I could feel a kind of empowerment in me. Now I would go park very early and wait for her. I could feel a certain belonging to her. It was quite futile to concentrate for me in book till she was in park, sitting next to my bench. Her dresses could change daily but her mystique look never changed. Now could know one or two things about her. I asked to those children if she was their relative. Even they didn’t know much about her. She was from Alaknanda society and had lost her father in an accident. She was still out of memories she shared with her father in that park. Her father would come with her daily in this park when she was a little child. This was the reason she would coming daily to that park only to look at children like a spectator. She could see herself in those playing children. She had an illusion that her father was still alive and she was among those child playing and singing . She was going to leave this town in a month as her mother did not want to live in town anymore. She wanted to utilize her remained time in that town. Her only desire was to pass her time with her father, might be in delusion.

Finally the day came, I could not see her in park. It was a doomsday for me. She had left for another town with her mother. On that particular day, She had not arrived in park until evening. The Bench, next to me, was empty. I was feeling a void, an unfulfilled desire, an emptiness. She was not there but still I could feel her presence on a corner of the bench. I could still see her bright face, her soft and unwrinkled hands, her Salwaar- kurta embroidered with twinkling glasses but she was not there.

When I was a child in the mid-70's, I vividly recall playing outside my grandparents' wood-frame farmhouse. Playing alone with a toy dumptruck, I felt something had changed. It was a gray sky day and I felt eerily alone, much more than normal just moments before.

I got up from the gravel driveway and went to the house to go inside. The door was locked. I knocked, thinking my mom or grandma would open the door. Nothing. Wind was whispering loudly through the trees. I went around the porch of the house, looking through a window. To my dismay, all the furniture was gone. Pictures on the wall, lamps and other familiar items were missing, and only a bare, empty living room was seen. I felt a real sense of worry set in. I felt utterly abandoned. I began to cry. A moment later, my mother opened the door and asked me what was wrong. She brought me inside and everything was intact!

Fast forward 20 years to 1994. My grandfather had just passed away, and I was in town for his funeral. My grandmother left the farmhouse and moved to another home. My cousin and I drove over to the old house and stopped by for memories' sake. I walked up to the front porch, and peered into the front window. All the familiar comforts were gone, and a stark, empty room was left. The sight reminded me of the time as a child some 20 years before!

Goosebumps erupted up and down my arms and back, and the hair on my head stood on end.

Was it possible that I experienced a "time slip" where time fast-forwards or rewinds unexpectedly then reverts back to current time?

A few short years ago I was a maintenance electrician at a nearby
college where my duties included changing light bulbs routinely throughout the campus. Each maintenance employee would be assigned the job on a rotational basis and my turn was due the following week.

One night I had a vivid dream where I was at work in an unfamiliar
room, standing in front of a group of tables, staring down at some antique musical instruments; they appeared to be mostly zithers and fiddles among
some other nondescript instruments that were native to the local mountain communities of the last few centuries.

As I stood in front of a table, a woman approached me on my right and
struck up a conversation just before I woke up and that was the
end of the dream. I thought no more about it.

One morning of the following week, I was sent to the campus museum (for the first time) to begin replacing the bulbs in some of the display rooms. I entered the farthest room to begin the process and noticed that the room was arranged EXACTLY like the room in my dream, with the same musical instruments and tables in the same configuration! While I was staring down at the instruments, a woman suddenly approached me on my right side and began talking to me-she was the curator of the museum! I can't even begin to describe what it felt like to discover that
I had taken a brief astral walk into the near future!

My story may not be new to everyone. But each story has its own uniqueness that sets it apart from others.

I am 23 and a staff nurse. Having only 1 1/2 year experience from my country, I came Saudi Arabia, hoping through this I can help my family and can earn something for my future. But luck was not on my side that time.Expecting to be assigned in hospital, I got dispensary instead. My manager came to take me, and with him is Hamud. That very moment our eyes met, I felt the world stood still, as if everything vanished and only the two of us were standing there...my heart skipped... and I knew from that time that something is there.But I didn't mind.

My first few months in dispensary was very depressing.I were in the state of culture shock for everything were new to me, and nothing seemed familiar at all.Each day I was adjusting to my new environment and learning my work.Also, each day, I never failed to learn something more about Hamud. My senior was always talking about him for he is a nice person.I were not coming near him or not even talking with him, unless my senior was with me, because I know in Saudi Arabia, particularly saudis, once they would see you talking with a guy, they would think something bad.But, I feel comfortable if he's around, and slowly, we became friends.Seeing him everyday making me fall for him.I knew, he felt the same way too for me... coz everyday, he was giving me some hints, like glancing at me more often, helping me even though I was not asking, pretending he touched my hand accidentally, and giving me his biggest smile everytime he would see me, as if that was the happiest moment of his life. Each night I would pray to God, if he is a nice man, let good things happen between us. But, I kept on holding my heart and tried not to love him.Why? First thing thing is, he is different from me, we are different nationals,speaking different language,practicing different culture, and having different religion. And secondly, I am a nurse, he is our helper. That is the biggest reason my pride could not accept.But setting this things aside, he is my ideal boy.He is so simple, so kind, so true. He may not be the richest man in the world, or the most handsome one, but I couldn't deny the fact that his name is what my heart is shouting for.Many times I tried to keep my heart away from him, and many times I was hurting him too much that it made him cry.He is the only guy I saw, who cried for me like that. Seeing his tears, makes my heart shatter to pieces. I want to hold him, wrap him around my arms, and assure him that everything will be fine. He will always tell me about how much he loves me, and asking why I am not believing him..If he will not have me, he will die. He told, only one thing he is praying to God for, and that is me.He doesn't want my money or anything, he just want my love.He told already to his parents about me, and planning to marry me as soon as possible.He already dreamed everything about how our future will be like.I was so overwhelmed after hearing all this from him, because I never expected this much he is serious about me. Only problem this time is my mother. She worked in Saudi for a very long time, and she doesn't like Hamud's people's character.Anyway, I still told her, and she got very angry with me. I was angry also because, why she couldn't understand my feelings.We didn't talk for a month.And when we got chance, she didn't mention him again.I know, she cannot accept him. I told Hamud about this, and he assured me that one day, my mother will accept him.And I asked how she will do that, my mother has a reason not to like him and that is because he is only a cleaner, having less salary, how he can feed a family?That is my main problem, and it came to my mind, better to go from here, so that he can start a new job, a better one, where he can earn more money.Because I know, as long as I am here, he will not leave this place.Then, I got a better reason to leave because of some family problem.I forwarded my resignation.When he learned about this, he become so depressed, he didn't eat and sleep.Then I assured him, only for 2years, then I will be back.Even when I return to my country, I will still talk to him everyday.So in that 2years, he should start a better life in preparation for us. Actually I don't have to tell him, because he is already planning what he will do. He knows everything, that is why I am trusting him a lot.

But, that 2 years has not yet began.Currently, I am still here in Saudi. I am going from here after 3months. After I'll go, he will leave this place also. He will end his contract with his company, so that he can get working visa so he can start his business as he likes.I am sure that after those 2 years, we can start our life together.We entrusted our life and our future to God. No one can stop us, and no one will ever will.Even in that time my mother will not allow,I will still fight for him, because he is worth fighting for.

A Lighthouse for Souls

I've had a lot of really strange mysterious dreams in my life and many seemingly unexplicable experiences. This is one of them.

One evening while I slept beside my wife in our house in Cheongju, South Korea, I dreamnt that I was working in a house close beside the ocean. My job and position was something like a lighthouse worker/operator. In this house of dreams, I was the only one awake working and watching my computer monitor for some type of signal from possibly beyond, very similar to like Jodi Foster in the movie contact. I had many windows in this house and I was staring out and looking from one window to the next doing my job, when all of a sudden, I noticed I was "getting a hit" on my signal detection device on my computer. I was quite surprised and astonished.

TAP TAP TAP!

Just then, in reality, I awoke from my dream to the sound of someone or something tapping on my real computer keyboard right beside my bed. As it appeared my dream and reality had merged into one, great shivers ran up spine and I immediately woke up my wife. Then I went and sat on my keyboard to see if anything was trying to communicate with me. All I found though, was my cousin in Canada, who I told my freaky experience too!

Former advertising executive Ed Haslam discussed how his investigation of the 1964 murder of a cancer researcher led him to a story which connects a massive contamination of the polio vaccine to our current cancer epidemic and even the JFK assassination. "When you look at the story, each piece fits in with each other piece, very cleanly and very logically," Haslam observed, "it's only when you stand back and look at it, that it looks as strange as it does."

While researching the mysterious death of Dr. Mary Sherman, Haslam discovered that polio vaccines created in the 1950's had been tainted with a cancer-causing virus. This contamination, he said, was detected after half of the doses, a staggering 100 million vaccines, had been administered to an unwitting public. Allegedly, the creators of the vaccine were afraid to admit the error and subsequently distributed the remaining half of the "medicine" as well. Having studied data on cancer diagnoses, Haslam noted that a "massive epidemic" of soft tissue cancers "erupts in the years following the polio vaccines." Making matters worse, he said, the cancer-causing virus could be transmitted sexually and has even appeared in grandchildren of people who received the compromised vaccine.

Realizing their grave mistake, Haslam said, those "in the know" about the widespread inoculation tried to develop a vaccine against it by mutating the virus using a particle accelerator. According to his research, it was during this process that they discovered that the radiation caused the virus to become even more aggressive. It was at that point, Haslam said, the project shifted over to weaponizing the cancer-causing virus. Eventually, the weaponized virus was so powerful that it would kill a human in 28 days. He claimed that this number was derived from a clandestine test of the virus on inmates from a Louisiana prison. The end result was a potent weapon that was virtually untraceable.

Making the story even more bizarre, many of the players in the cancer-causing virus story have connections to the JFK assassination. For instance, one of the researchers in the weaponization project had Lee Harvey Oswald as her bodyguard and handler. Additionally, one of the bases of operation for these studies was the home of longtime Kennedy assassination suspect David Ferrie. And, bringing the tale back to where it all started, on the very day that the Warren Commission began their investigation of the JFK assassination, Dr. Mary Sherman was murdered.

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The first thing I want to know from you is that do you have any girlfriend or not? If your answer is yes then it may be happen with you so please read it carefully and try to imagine yourself in it.
Have you ever experienced saying these words to someone you love?
It’s very hard to say goodbye to the one you love. So you do all you can to save your relationships when it’s on the point of breaking up. It doesn’t hurt so much to the one leaving, but to the one left behind, it’s painful. That’s why you do whatever you can to hold on, to work things out, to make everything right again.
In relationships, there will always be problems, hardships and some issues that couples have to experience to grow and test their love and relationship for each other. And when these problems come up in life, there’s always the risk to carry that relationship, that’s why it results in a breakup. But there are relationships that are saliently and are able to recover from that; as a result, the couple’s love for each other becomes stronger than ever. This takes a lot of effort and commitment on both sides to decide to handle relationship.
Some fights and little misunderstandings are part of a normal relationship. But when big problems come out like cheating, lying to each other, family issues, etc. then people want breakup. And after some time, recalling all things happened in life, the couple can decide to start over again or can be live with breakup.
In the case of a girl want to leave because she’s had no longer wants to be in the relationship, and the boy is still very much in love and refuses to accept the girl’s decision, then he can ask for another chance, or ask if they can start all over again. But he has to be ready for the answer. Because after first break up girls don’t want to start again. But this can work in some cases
When the mind is already made up for break up and the cannot repair relationship then there’s no turning back.
In this case I want to mention one true line said by my one of good friend Prakash Rathore “once go in will never back.”
Sometimes relationships are very complicated. It’s not always black and white. But feelings can change, situations can change, and most important thing that people can also change. Problems are just made by boy & girls, but ultimately, we are the ones who decide. It’s okay to ask for another chance, but after all is said and done; we have to respect our partner’s decision. Because we can’t force someone to feel a certain feeling just because we want them to. We have to be ready to hear the truth and accept it, no matter how difficult. Keep this in mind, the next time you find yourself asking, “Can’t We Start Over Again?”

Before I really begin this story I just want to tell u some precautions for reading this story. First don’t read this story by your mind, just read it with heart because for understanding a love story the first priority is of a heart with love. Second thing which may be some people will not like is this story is not for them who don’t believe in real love, and as a writer of this story these expectations are not so much. So at last just enjoy it………….
12th Dec- A cold evening of December, if you ask me personally I never like any cold evening of December as much as I like that Evening. This is may be because I am in Delhi for first time in my life in winters, and Delhi is famous for its winter season………sorry but I forget to introduce myself me Rahul, a simple guy from a small town who came to Delhi for pursuing Engineering. As like all that students who came to engineering every year, just because they always got from their surrounding environment that if you want to take a big pay cheque; Engineering is the best place for you. And without any shame I can also say that I am also one of them. But what happens with me in these some days changed my whole perception about the life.
After whole day’s project research, classes and some gyan about what u want to be in your life can you think what an Engineering student can do oh sorry you don’t have to use your mind in this story so I tell you, after whole this we can only think about a bottle of Vodka or may be beer (whom I always call my best lover in this world because she never make me feel alone). So I called my friend Ajay a guy from proper Delhi. He done all the things in his 25 year’s life which I cannot do in even 250 years life like drinking 22 Pegs of Vodka (Almost 3 liter) and driving his bike on highway, I don’t know from where he got these guts. So I told him to meet me at Moka our all time favorite bar. One more friend of mine is also coming Rajiv a perfect Fattu person I never got to know that why he come with us in our parties and every time saying the same thing-
“Hey Guys I have to go home early so I will not drink too much because my father told me that if I drink he will break my both the legs.” I always think about this line that how can a father break both the legs of his son, it will be a great loss for them also because after that he can’t go on job and no job means no money……..no money means no wife and no wife means no reproductivity. Hey then what will happen with their next generation. But we cannot believe on human being nowadays he can do all the things which he cannot think.
After fix thirty minutes we are at Moka bar, our part time home. DJ Ishant is playing, best DJ in whole Delhi and also a good friend of mine we just have to say him our selection of songs and after that he will play all the songs of our selection but it sometime become risky for him because after the 2 pegs of Vodka he know that Ajay’s favorite song will be the original version of “kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai” and if you are a drinker you can imagine that how hard to listen this song after two pegs of Vodka. Last time the manager of the bar told Ishant that he will fire him from job but that’s what I like about Ajay he never want that someone will get punishment for his work, and saying no to Ajay is a big problem for manager. So Ishant is here and our first favorite song after first peg of Vodka
“Ke aaj mera jee karda, kawa-2 me barsa”
But Moka have a problem also you cannot smoke in Bar, you have to go to backside of the bar to smoke that’s not a problem for me as I m not a regular smoker but Ajay’s lifeline is cigarette so we came back side of bar. And the worst thing for me is control myself when my best friend is smoking opposite of me, so that day I decided to not to control I lighten the next Cigratte Ajay and Rajiv went back inside bar but I decided to finish it with enjoying every puff of it…..
After sometime suddenly bar’s door opened a girl in blue jeans and black t-shirt came outside of the bar. Because of some law lighting I cannot see her face and after two peg of Vodka You can’t think much about girls….but damn god she is coming towards me. And then first time I saw the face of any girl with that much concentration which I give only to my physics Mam miss Shalini but we will not talk about her here. I became a statue when she came near to me. As I am little weak in my poetry but if I want to praise of his beauty I can copy some lines from a bollywood movie’s song-
“Chandan sa badan chanchal chit wan halke se tera woh muskana mujhe dosh na dena jag walo ho jau agar me deewana”
And finally I became deewana. In this whole incident I forgot one thing, the puff which was in my mouth. And finally I got first words from the mouth of an angel….and that words are-
“Hey hi can you tell me where the washroom, actually I am searching for it from last 5 minutes.”
At that time if Moka don’t have any washroom I can make it for them with my whole pocket money which I know not perfect for that but I can take some loan from my friends…
“It is on the upper floor”-
You will be happy that I helped a girl to get her washroom but I think you forget that puff which was in my mouth and now on the face of that girl………….oh my god she will kill me. If you are not aware of the fact I tell you that in Delhi if you do this kind of thing with any girl you will get a slap for sure but I am lucky I said sorry to her and she said no it’s ok, can you imagine how destiny sometimes become a good friend of your…..she left the place then and I also came back in bar where Ajay already drunk 6 pegs of Vodka and you know DJ is playing which song as usual Kabhi kabhi mere dil me………………
Suddenly a hard voice came from the backside table of our. When I saw backside I got shock, she is the same girl who just met me outside of bar. Manager is saying something to her; I have already four pegs of Vodka in my stomach so I understand only some sentences of that conversation-
“Who will pay these 4000 bucks?”
“But uncle we already told you that we came here for our close friend’s birthday party and when we went to washroom our friends left us and ran from here and we don’t have this much amount with us so can we pay it tomorrow.”
That was the voice for which I can do all abnormal things like cut my hand’s veins, commit suicide with the help of rope and also become mental like Salman khan in TERE NAAM. But how can an old sanki budha can understand this thing, he is repeating the same tape
“No you have to pay for this, otherwise give me your parent’s number I will call them and will take my money from them”.
A parent in bar this is one of the most embarrassing moments of someone’s life. Suddenly my heart got a feeling that I have to help that girl; I took 4000 rupees from Ajay and just went to manager.
“Take this, don’t you have manners how to talk with girls (and specially this kind of beautiful girls)”
Manager didn’t say any words to me because he knows that Ajay is there. He took the money and went back to his place. That was the first meeting of mine with that girl named Divya. She asked my number, so she can call me for giving back my rupees. And after that she left the place. First time I got that u can become happy after losing half of your pocket money for a girl for whom even who didn’t gave her number to you, but that was ok for me.
15 December- I was preparing for my next day’s assignment, suddenly bell rang. I just roughly pick up the phone and said HELLO and answer was-
“Hey hi I am Divya remember that moka bar incident, you helped me that time.”
If it was a matter of only 4000 bucks maybe I can forgot but it was that girl whom I cannot forget for even my life time. Actually she wants to meet me at Cannaught place for giving back my money. So we decided our official meeting at Connaught place. I reached there in half an hour and she was already there. How can be girls so punctual what I get to know about girls was that they take so much time for their makeup and all that? But she was not like them she looks awesome without makeup. We met for at least 20 minutes there. That was the starting of our friendship. Next in whole month of January we met almost for 5 times and spent a good time with each other. I realized now that she is perfect one for me. But as usual girls problems you cannot drink and smoke because they are bad things………..how can girls know this without drinking………that what is bad and good. But I left all the things, I think this is the reason why god made woman in this world so man cannot do bad things.
But at the same time I was in confusion also that she loves me or not? That was the last semester of my Engineering and I am sure that I will get a good job in placement interviews but my whole life is now depending on a girl with whom I was chatting till 3 in the night……..but don’t have the guts to say her that I love her….
12th February-It was 23rd birthday of mine and I, Ajay and Rajiv planned to celebrate it in mughal restaurant, Ajay’s plan was for Moka, but he came with me because that was my birthday and he can do anything for me. I also invited Divya on this occasion; she told me that she is coming with some friend so we are just waiting for her. After 15 minutes she came with a guy named Siddhartha. My mind is saying that time that I saw somewhere this guy and finally I got it.
Oh my god that was the same guy whom Ajay and I beaten in our second semester for misbehaving with a classmate of our. But what the rubbish he is doing with Divya. After sometime Ajay standup from there and he and Rajiv went out of restaurant. I was shocked what is happening here. After dinner Divya told me that she wants to talk with me. So we moved out of restaurant Siddhartha also left us in sometime. Now we are alone.
Almost after 10 minutes she started-
“You know Rahul; I never had a friend like you in my life. You are so special for me so when I think about your birthday, I was really confused but finally I got the gift for you. I love you Rahul…………………..”
I was become statue at that time I cannot believe on my ears what the Hell is happening with me, before I come out of my shock she gave me the second shock which later became a biggest mistake of my life-
“I know you are really nice person but you cannot live with people like Ajay, so I have a condition you have to leave Ajay if you really love me”
Dam god how can god give me two different type of shocks of my life at a same time, but that was a realty and I have to face that.
“I am giving you tonight for thinking so choose between me and Ajay”.
That was a hardest question for me to answer. Then Divya called a taxi and left the place……now it’s my turn of thinking……….I thought for whole night one side there is Ajay a friend cum guardian for me who gave me guts to live in a city like Delhi and another side Divya, without whom I cannot survive for even one moment..At last I decided to choose my love……….some people can blame me for this, but without experience it you cannot blame someone.
13 February-In morning I got call from Ajay who want to meet me at Moka but I refused and told him all the things which happened with me last night, and also about my decision. She just said these words to me and disconnects the phone……
“Okay so you are leaving me, the person who makes you survives in this Delhi.okk but remember you will have to pay for this”
After this conversation for half an hour I just thought about the whole past life of mine and role of Ajay’s in it. But that was past and my future is waiting for me at Mughal restaurant.
I met Divya at restaurant and told her about the decision. She said she is very happy for me that I took the right decision. After that meeting I met with Divya for almost six times in that month we were that like true lovers who will live their life on their own conditions. But that was not true; something was still in the folded hands of destiny. In March starting before some days of my last semester’s exam Divya stopped calling me and when I called her she was out of reaching. I called her for at least 50 times in a day but she didn’t take my phone. And finally worst day of my life came………………..
7th March-That day I tried for Divya’s phone for 15 times but she was not accepting my call. I thought maybe she is busy in some work so I send her a message for calling me………in midnight I got a message from Divya’s number and the message was-
“Hi Rahul sorry for not attending your calls, I have some problems at my home. My father fixed my engagement with a boy of our cast and he is a pass out from IIT Delhi. I will get marry to him in some months so I will not talk to you after this and I am also changing my number……..so bye for always take care….”
My blood was almost become Ice in my Body……how can she do this with me? But it happens….and I am now fully alone. I tried her call but it was switched off. I cried a lot that day. After this incident my life becomes just a formality. Rajiv was very upset for me. One day she came to me that I have to go with him at Moka because he has a birthday party of him there. Firstly I refused but at last I was ready, so before two days of last semester examination I was in Moka.
We were sitting on our favorite table but something is missing there that was Ajay my best friend whom I left just for a girl who has her own problems and don’t want any relationship with me. I was there after a long time. All things are the same but one table has a difference, a couple who is kissing each other. I was happy for them at least some people are there who have their love with them. But when I saw their faces it was a shock for me, you know who they are my best friend Ajay and my so called innocent lover Divya…………….I left that place as soon as possible………..
This is the end of this story before I tell you about that Rahul and his future life, I just want from you to think upon that whose fault is in this story, is it Rahul, is it Divya or is it Ajay……………….This story is purely not about the friendship or love it is about today’s world where we don’t have any respect for relations. And if I tell you about that what happens Rahul so now he is in a MNC Company a 35 year unmarried man who never believe on women. Divya is now a house wife in Delhi and living a life like hell, her husband every night beat her for what, even she don’t know. Ajay is still in Delhi doing the same enjoyment in Moka…………….thanks for reading my story and also I am thankful of some people who gave me inspiration of this story….!!!!!!!!!!!!

I put this in paranormal because of the details going along with this experience.

I came across this site looking for an answer to my experience.

Ok. So while in Seymour, IN my friend and I the other night were doing some ghost hunting. We had exact directions to where we needed to go. It's a railroad track, with a typical railroad track story of a car getting stuck on the tracks that's full of people and gets hit by a train.

We found the train track with some ease but there was too much snow to get over and turn around and flash our lights three times like the site said we should do. so we get turned around. and head back the way we came. we see headlights of another vehicle that disappear on this one lane gravel road. We get to where we think it was and there's no other tracks but ours. We chalk it up to a snow plow. Cause nothing ever happens when we go to these places though we can't tall if a snow plow had been on the main road or not.

As we head back north on Hwy 11. I begin to feel strange and I have seizures. So I state that I feel weird. Then I begin to black out. I tell my friend I'm blacking out as I can feel the blood draining from my head. She fears I'm having a seizure. My vision begins to go black as she stops at a stop sign. I repeat that I'm blacking out, then I'm out.

While I'm out I enter an all white room, with about 15-20 people in it all dressed in white. I know I should not be there. I couldn't see what was happening to these people but it was men women and children and I know they were some how being tortured and/or killed. They were screaming, crying, and begging and pleading, asking god to just take them and save them. The room started to fill with a bright light. Like headlights or a train light or maybe even a spotlight. I remember thinking I didn't belong there and how I couldn't leave my son. As the people disappeared in the light I started to say no and backed up into a wall, as the light got closer to me I threw my arms up in front of me as to stop it and screamed just before it took me. I came to screaming sitting in the car, I was in the passenger seat still and we were still stopped. My friend asked me if we were good now. i said no feeling around on the dash. and then fell back into the seat. she said you need air, just breath and rolled down the window and started to drive again. the cool crisp air brought me to more, and i popped up and all i could say was "that was freaking weird." and explained to my friend what I saw. She said she waited for one of my seizures but it never came. I don't know how long we were there or anything like that.

Now I'm trying to research what that kind of experience exactly was. People tell me I've seen something from the past or I've been to purgatory.

But I didn't die and come back. Or did I? I don't think so.

Any idea anyone?

We moved into this 3 apartment home in the summer of 2006. The house seemed old. In the first floor lived a married couple with a cat. In the second floor lived an elderly couple also with a cat. The third floor was my family's apartment. I was around 14 when we moved there. I had to share a room with my older sister who was 19 at the time. My brother got his own room, he was 17 at the time. My room had a little door that was the entrance to a crawled pace. When we first moved in there was a bed and old men’s clothes as well as little kids toys and coloring paper. We put all that stuff in the trash. The first few weeks went by normally. One night at around 2am I was awaken by the sound of little nails stuck on the floor carpet. It sounded like a cat scratching the floor. I woke my sister and she also heard the sound. We thought it was mice or a small animal in our room but when we turned on the lights on there was nothing there and the sound just stopped. Thinking it was a mouse we called my brother to inspect our room but he found nothing. We just went back to bed that night. The sound continued almost every night after that. There were no mice droppings and was unlikely that there would be mice with two cats in the house. I was always the first to be home from school. I was usually always alone at home for at least 3 hours till my brother would get home. One day I went home as usual went straight to my room to put my stuff down. I turned the stereo on to hear some music. I set the volume to a normal level and went to the kitchen to make a snack. About 10 minutes later the volume of the stereo suddenly turned all the way up. I started yelling at my brother to stop messing around but didn’t hear a reply. I went to my room furious at him but found nobody there. The stereo volume was at its maxim volume and no one was home to have turned it up. I lowered the volume thinking the stereo must be broken or something. I went back to the kitchen and seconds later the same thing happened I ran back to the room determine to find my brother and yell at him but no one was there. 15 minutes later I saw my brother through the window getting off his bus just getting home. When I told my sister about what had happen we turn the stereo on and listen to music for about 4 hrs without any problem. By this time I was terrified about being home alone. About a week passed from the stereo incident. I came home from school as normal went to my room and laid on my bed. Near my bedroom door was my sisters Ashton drake collection doll. She had bought it recently and was life sided she was 35 in tall. She said she was adorable and she wanted her so she could make clothes for her. We put her behind the door. My room door always stayed open and the doll was always hidden behind it. Which was a good thing since she was creepy looking to me. That day when I was laying in bed the doll suddenly fell closing the door. I thought nothing of it and stood up to pick the doll up. I set her in her same spot and open the door again as soon as I laid down again the doll fell down again. This time I was sort of scared. I stood up and put the doll in her same spot again only this time I angled her so that there was so way she could fall again. I re open the door and went back to the bed as soon as a sat down in the bed the doll fell again closing the door for the third time. I as so freaked out that I just waited outside till my brother got home. The scratching noise never stopped and the volume of the stereo sometimes mysteriously would turn up. I was very happy the day we moved out of that old house. don't know if it was a ghost but it was the weirdest things to have ever happen to me.