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i moved to the united states when i was 13, i was first living with my dad at his workplace, we had no where to stay, after a couple months of a good stable job we moved in to a house in california, i was living with my dad for a couple of years then decided to move to LA with my mom, who had recently moved to the USA a couple years later, i was still in school when i was living with my mom, 2 years left of highschool, well i lived in various apartments before the event happened, finally i was out of highschool, i decided to get a job but still couldnt afford something by myself, so i had to live with my family for a couple more years, we had just moved in to this 2 bd apartment i was barely getting my first job, so i started to save up, i was then living with my mom, sister, brother, his daugther, and my brothers wife's uncle, 7 people,

since we had recently moved in, everything was still scathered around, 1st day in our new apartment and thats when that thing happened, i had just finished moving some things around, i was tired and i was listening to some trance music, i fell asleep for a couple of hrs around 6 or 7 pm, so i knew i was going to stay up a bit later that night, 2am everyone was asleep already i was just playing mobile games on my phone, i wasnt that tired, my mom couldnt sleep at all, i dont know why, she was just wide awake, 4AM my brothers wifes unlce had to go to work at 5AM, i heard him get ready, we were sleeping in the living room with my mom and sister with some blankets on the floor, my om was to my left and to her left my sister, the door to the apartment that lead outside was tom my sisters left, i was right by the hallway that led to my brother his wife and his daugthers room, wood floor, the uncle had his own room, we were the ones without room, 4:30PM i was getting already tired but not enough to go to sleep, but i didnt want to mess up my sleeping schedule so i just turn up my drone music, calms me down and makes me go to sleep quite easy, 5AM the uncle left the house, my mom was still awake, she saw the guy left the house, at 5AM 10m mins later she said that the front door opened, followed by a super bright light, and then 5 figures like men enter the apartment,

she froze, she felt cold and could not move or speak, she claims that 2 of the figures grab her, one by the hands and the other one by the neck, 3 of them went to the room where my bro, his wife, and his daughter are sleeping, she could hear the steps on the wood, she was afraid they would kidnap the little girl, meanwhile that was happenening she said that one of the figures started to mumble things to her ear, not a language we humans know about, a couple minutes passed she wanted to scream, but yet she couldnt, she prayed to whatever she believes in, and she claims that they went away, she said her wrists and neck had a transparent dense liquid, kinda like snot, and on her neck as well, she told me about it the day after, i couldnt believe it but why would she lie about this? you know idk when she told me and the rest of my family about it she seemed very serious and she got pale, the little girl was there too and when she mentioned it she got scared, to this day i regret going to sleep that night

autismocloak

Mist?

>>19083477
It's not mist I'd call it thought.

The time

it means you're gay
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it means the time is 11:11 when you look at the clock

Why does no one bring up planes being able to travel from a to b from two possible directions, east or west

Why does no one walk to the edge and check if it's true?

>>19083372
why dont you

>>19083229
Nobody knows. We can only guess. He who claims otherwise is a fraud and a conman

>>19083229
Buddha didn't care about God, at all. He associated the idea of gods with Hinduism (or rather its predecessors) which he rejected, and felt that to ponder the nature of metaphysical beings in a physical world was counterproductive.

>>19083415
What did he care about? What was his main doctrine?

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>>19083071
Gimme sssssssome of thosssssse beansssss!!

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>>19083054

>>19082871
Why don't you stick to one thread you fag

>>19082871
The Jews are God's chosen people
God is behind everything

>>19082871
>Certain people claim
like pol ?

the single most retaredd board who falls for every psy op?

>
There's a small, inconspicuous building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type, it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door. The door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" If you respond with the phrase on the back of the card, the door will open and you will come into another room. Inside it you will find around five or more people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record continually. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows your personal information: name, birth date, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, and more. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature.

>If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. Sometimes, if you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.

>A secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in West Virginia. To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located in Cricket at 9:30 PM on September the twenty-first. The only uniform is a heavy overcoat and a green tie. Order an "Eggs and bacon platter with coffee." The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu is unavailable. Reply, "Well, just the coffee then." You'll be allowed to stay after closing time for the meet. The meeting itself is a meeting of minds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called "The Socratic Method." They hoist their mugs at the beginning and end of the meeting and say "Death to Socrates." It's rumored a little hemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.

Nigga I dont wanna get abducted by the MIB just for readin this shit

I'm out of the loop, what is exactly happening tonight?

literally quien? who is that dude

>>19082174
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>I could vaugely hear laughter, floating towards throughout the woods, as though this creature was mocking me, enjoying my terror.
>I stood up and spun around wildy, looking for this monster. I could not find it, and stopped, panting from the terror I was feeling, sapping away my breath. I stood there, for maybe a minute, regaining my breath, and I froze yet again, as a red liquid dripped onto my clothing.

>I knew it was above me

>I knew this, and it terrified me.
>I stayed there, worried that it might attack if I made a single move
>It went away, when the last remnants of night disappeared. I could hear voices in the distance, calling my name. It was my brother and father, they saw the blood on my clothes, and worried, asked what happened.
>I told them that when I was walking through the woods, I tripped into a pile of blood, deer blood, I made up on the spot. They too had not caught anything, and bored, they had come to get me so we could leave.
>I gladly came out of those woods, and I have since then, never went back. But it doesn't matter, because since then, it, it has followed me, throughout the night, it follows me, and vanishes at morning. I went into those woods last September, it has followed me since then. Even my house is no refuge, as it even follows there, laughing as I try to evade it. It does not harm me, though I don't know why.
>Perhaps it finds amusement in my struggles, perhaps one day it will be bored, perhaps...one day it will kill me, and dispose of another poor soul.

>>19082180
Girl here, btw (if that's why no responses)

/x/ is shit

yes. it makes it very easy to swat scrubs away who take themselves way too seriously.

>>19082157
>Nihilism is the belief that all values are baseless and that nothing can be known or communicated. It is often associated with extreme pessimism and a radical skepticism that condemns existence. A true nihilist would believe in nothing, have no loyalties, and no purpose other than, perhaps, an impulse to destroy.

Nihilism is a fucking meme. The only doorway to truth is to stop thinking as men but realizing we are awareness experiencing itself, we are not men, we are reality itself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2qTcT15sDA

Welcome to hell, who gives a shit

>>19081742
do you even know who the fuck that is?

>>19082188
Who is it

>>19081618
bump

>>19081618
Maybe the fresh Himalayan mountain air cleared them up?

>>19082055
Yeah apparently the salt is from Pakistan though. Also, you're no help.

Have you ever considered ur bipolar?

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>>19081473
Is that a rare Cirno?

Also on topic, go see a professional.

>>19081473
An easy way to get your libido back is exercise. Sitting around listening to music ain't gonna do shit. Every time I get a good work out, the next day I cum buckets.

An ayylmaos devise to hacking our trap collections

>>19081316

Maybe it was part of a pre-Neolithic Ur-Pornography network

What sort of enlightened tastes would the ancients have fapped to?

>>19081392
Shemales obviously, look at the Greeks