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Fresh cap from the other thread.

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>>17339758
Anyone got a full cap of this?

>>17339758
bump

>>17339758
I need the rest

>>17339719
Boring ghosts memory incoming,

>lived in Vallejo Cali around 3rd grade >help mom unpack groceries
>place can veggie on counter top and continue loading up bottom of fridge
>can starts spinning and rotating in a circle mildly like a earth & sun relationship model.
>mom looks at me playfully says, "ooooo ghooostsss!"
>we finish putting away stuff and i go upstairs to mess with hotwheels connectable tracks

>Left with two baby sitter girls
>vividly remember their friends and one tried to convince me the other had fake boobs
>the night transpires, theyre both passed out on the couch eventually
>dont remember why im awake
>hear a ball bouncing down the stairs
>go to foot of the stairs and hear it again
>found it odd that i can hear it bounce pass me but i dont see it

I rememeber looking for the ball upstairs and the girls frantically telling me to come downstairs, refusing to go up and get me. My parents came home, we all fell asleep downstairs and im pretty sure we moved to San diego shortly after.

>>17339891
live right near red line.

Will try with a friend soon.

>>17339719
a better title would be "Anyways, Cannibals"

alright i got a good story if anyones interested

>be me 16
>be at friends house
>old town used to be nothing but plantations
>we decide to do a gathering
>there was three of us so the circle was weird
>we do it nothing really odd happens except for there was this feather
>?
>this feather thing on her bar in the living room
>it kept moving
>it was an apartment with no a/c unit at all
>so no vents
>it keeps moving and moving everytime i ask something
>okay this is boring
>we close up the circle
>decide to take pictures with this old professional camera that has flash
>typical pictures around the living room where we did this gathering
>took a picture of the back of the living room
>nothing different really except a small white greyish orb
>we take pictures of the front door and front hallway
>Nothing at all can see everything with the flash on
>take more pictures of the living room before moving upstairs
>We took another picture of the front door and hallway
>Pure fucking darkness.
>what the fuck is this the flash was on
>take another picture for assurance
>it shines bright can see everything
>go back to look at the other dark picture
>there was a grey face staring right at the camera and fades out slowly as i stare at it
cont?

>>17340087
>dont remember why im awake
you wanted to cop a feel

>>17340340
ALWAYS FUCKING COTINUE

>Be me, four years ago, just browsing some boards in my house
>Live in semi rural area by the sea, fishing village of sorts
>It's December or January, so knee high snow everywhere
>About 11 in the evening
>Want to smoke, so head outside
>Decide that I want to piss so go to the bush
>Its dark as hell, but can see the neighbours fence just right in front of me, about 5 or so metres away
>Piss
>Suddenly a huge figure of what looks like a shadow of a humanoid walks besides the neighbours fence on my side
>Can see that thing for two seconds, then it disappears
>Don't think too much about it, but instinctively walk back inside without any fear or uneasiness
>Realise I didn't hear nothing
>If that was a man I should've had heard it moving through knee deep snow
>ohfuckwhatdidisee.PNG
>check the fence for tracks next morning
>nothing in the snow
What did I see?

In August 2014 I did a thing and nothing happened. Then a couple days later I was meditating and felt something weird. Mentally I said "is some thing there? What's your name?" then suddenly my body started moving on its own, I picked up a notebook and the thing moving me wrote out its name. Well the thing I came into contact with stuck around for a week inside me, sometimes it left, and we had a great time just being best buddies.The sensation of it possessing me was nothing I've ever felt before it was amazing and at times it's the only thing I would ever say is truly euphoric.

Then something bad happened and we had a falling out. I'm not going to talk about that part. It left temporarily and I was sent to a mental hospital. I only spent a week there either because they're super incompetent or I'm just a good liar/actor, I should have been in there for months. But while I was there it kept torturing me and all of reality was completely destroyed. Of course I was diagnosed shizophrenic.

So I come back home and I'm constantly on edge, feeling like shit from the meds and thinking that I'll have to deal with this all my life. Suddenly the thing comes back, it was gone just before I got home, and starts apologizing and shit. At this point I'm just like fuck it, whatever happens, happens.
1/2

2/2
So it stays around with me but the feeling is different like it pities me or something. And this goes on for a couple months. I've been taking my meds, changed them, fucking nothing but feeling like a 90 year old with cerebral palsy. I stop taking my meds and like 4-5 months later this thing is still around. However it feels like it's bored with me, since is stopped the meds my mood improved vastly and I stopped having a constant pain literally everywhere on my body.

At about 7-8 months since I came into contact with the thing, took antipsychotics and then stopped, it was still there. But it talked to me less, felt like it didn't want to be there but it had to, like it just needed to watch over me even at a distance. Then one day it was just gone. I really missed it. Few weeks went by and I tried something, it sort of came back briefly. I don't actually remember what was said, I don't even remember if I said good bye. And now I'm too much of a coward to try and contact it again.

I still wonder if it was real. The meds did literally nothing and it left on it's own and since then I haven't felt or heard anything inside of me that isn't me. The one thing that gets me is, my dog died after it left and that night while I was sleeping I woke up and felt this golden euphoric feeling in the pit of my chest that was the exact same thing it used to do. And I don't know if it was trying to comfort me because even feeling that I was still depressed, it was a weird mix of emotions, or if I was just caught in some sort of hard dream.

Hello rato.

Anyone have the Iraq story by "guard"?

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>>17340047
Looks like that was the end.

>>17341191
10/10 I kekkled

>be me
>young child around 2-4 years old
>swing on playset in the backyard
>swing on it every nice day
>every time I reach the peak on the forward swing, someone tickles my feet

Grandma thinks it was her father, my great-grandfather

>>17343434
Come to think of it, I've got quite a few encounters with spirits, none bad in any way though
If anyone wants I can share, though it may not be terribly exciting since there's no blood or anything

>>17343440
Share, we always want to hear.

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>>17339719
>be me
>age 18-21
>sometimes when alone at home in my family home I would hear steps coming up the stairs
>would always check to see if anyone was there
>never anyone
>assume its just floor creaking
>old house, creaky floor.
>some nights something would bang on my door and I would just turn on all my lights and wait it out.
>it took me 3 years to realize it wasnt spoops, it was just captain fatass our cat.
>when he goes up and down the stairs it sounds like a goddamn person

>>17343815
Dumb story, cute cat.

>>17339719

Colorado Cannabis

This happened about a month ago. I came to visit my Aunt and Uncle who had previously warned me of a ghost in the house. On Christmas day a brush/duster thing that was attached to a dust pan flung off and flew across the kitchen floor, leaving the dustpan still standing. Needless to say I believe in ghosts now. Also cabinets in the bathroom opening and closing while no one being in there. I also get very uncomfortable like someone is in the room staring at me when I wake up in the middle of night. Only spooky things that has happened to me

>>17343843
I know, i love him but my mom hates him and the apartment Im in doesnt allow pets.

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I wake up with what appear to be scars on the sides of my lower torso just above the hips and on my legs.
Still don't believe in ghosts though.

>>17343880
That's aliens.

>>17343884
You sure? I think id remember telling an alien he can have my anal virginity

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Some anon posted this picture before of a blurry rock with eyes drawn on asking if it was a new spoop.

>>17343711
Okay
>be about a year ago
>own a dog, border collie
>live in the suburbs
>in the basement when you go down the stairs, there's a cutout in the wall
>forms sort of a ledge overlooking the basement
>whenever someone wants to call someone up from the basement (dinner, etc.) they stand at the cutout and call you
>enough with context setting
>be me, sitting and playing far cry 4 on ps4
>dog laying at my feet, I'm on the couch
>dogs ears suddenly perk up
>she gets up and moves to the middle of the room
>sits in the middle of the room perfectly calm and in direct view of the cutout
>she keeps a lock on with someone moving down the stairs
>theres no one there
>my dog is watching ghosts walk down the basement stairs

This progressed even more until this happened 4 months ago
>dog has done the stairs look thing about 30 times now
>one day it happens again, family knows about it since I've recorded it
>family is spiritual (christian)
>this time my dog does it but when the spirit gets to the bottom of the stairs
>she trots over to the bottom of the stairs and sits there looking up at someone
>her ears are down and her tail is wagging, like someone is petting her on the head

After this my mother and grandma both said it was my great grandfather.
I have more if anyone wants it

>>17345327
I lost this one, thanks.

>>17345085
Give more

Made a thread at the start of the year about some weird experiences I had as a Boy Scout. I'll just post what I had in there.


I have lived my entire life in Oklahoma, and it’s probably just about as rural as most of you think it is. Outside of the Oklahoma City/Moore/Norman area and Tulsa, Oklahoma is mostly small towns, casinos, and lots (I mean lots) of woods and open plains. Backcountry galore; a perfect place to teach young scouts the basics without throwing them right into the heart of the fray. It’s usually pretty quiet everywhere you go and people are generally friendly. We’re the definition of fly-over state. If there’s one thing people probably immediately relate to Oklahoma, it’s Indians/Native land/reservations/folklore/etc. While this stuff isn’t prevalent in the bigger cities, it becomes incredibly prominent as you enter the more rural parts of the state. (For those curious, I’m not sure how much land is still legally considered “Native”, but it’s probably more than any other state.) This particular incident occurred the Summer of 2011 at a Scout camp not too far from the Oklahoma/Texas border. This was the last trip I ever made out there, and I don’t really regret it. Camp lasts Sunday through Saturday, One week. Arrive on Sunday, work on merit badges Monday -Thursday, chill Friday, leave Saturday.

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>>17339891
can find the src image? google 4chan /x/ archive or whatever the board was

>>17345887


The leaders of my troop were comprised almost entirely of one family, whom I'll call the Perkins. There was the great-grandfather, C, the grandfather, D, and the grandson, Buck. C was about 75 when I joined, and fit the "crotchety old man" stereotype like a glove. He was abrasive, impatient, and quick to lose his temper while at the same time happy help any boy that didn't ask stupid questions. C was also a war veteran (not sure which war though). D was a lot like his father, except... I duno. Cryptic? I guess what I'm trying to say is that you could tell D had seen some shit. He was a little out there, very "my way or the highway", "do what I say if you don't wanna die" kind of guy. Probably 60-ish, but built like a bear. The man was massive and intimidating, and he knew it. To this day I think D knows a hell of a lot more about this particular incident than he'll ever tell, but I never had the courage to ask him about anything. Buck, the grandson, was about a year older than me. Buck was a bit thick in the head, but he was tough and built just like his granddad. He was also as loyal as a golden retriever, and the word "fear" wasn't exactly in his rather limited vocabulary. But I digress

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Another key player was my best friend at the time, Dylan. Dylan was stubborn, headstrong, and generally looking for trouble. He and I started scouts together at 6, and were the only two that had stuck together since that time. We were usually inseparable, which probably saved our lives that night. Now, I was about the opposite of Dylan. I was meek, easily scared, and suffered from constitutional delay, which means that I looked like I was 10 even though I was 15. Pic related. I'm the scrawny kid in the blue. This was taken earlier in 2011, around April.

>>17345903


So anyway, we had been going to this scout camp for as long as I had been involved with the troop. Every Summer (usually in June or July) we'd make our week trip down there and head home. Dylan and I knew what the camp was supposed to feel like and sound like, as did C and D (who had been going there for 20 odd ears or so.) This year, we immediately knew something was off. Have you ever walked into a place and just felt, like, bad vibes? Like, bad energy just kind of taking up residence somewhere? It was kind of like that the moment we drove thorugh the gates. The younger boys seemed pretty oblivious, but I know Dylan felt like I did. And D. Man, I don't think I've ever seen D as tense as he was that whole week. He was normally pretty chillax if a little strict, but he was on edge the moment we arrived on the grounds until we left on Saturday. I suppose the best way to do this from here on ut is give a chronological account of events that happened day to day over the week. That's the only way I can think to do this without losing myself and you guys.

>>17345907


The first thing you do when arriving at camp is drive to the registration office to confirm campsites, number of boys/leaders/etc. We did this, but D was gone for a very long time. When he came back, he was being escorted by the camp ranger. As D was hopping back into the sedan, I remember hearing the ranger say something like "Just let me know ASAP if anything happens". While this isn't an odd thing to say or hear, I now wonder if it held a deeper meaning.

Our campsite was toward the Northeast end of camp, down in a tiny valley surrounded by rock outcroppings on the North and South. The Northern outcroppings were split from East to West, and created what we called the "storm shelter"; basically this little crevice we'd hide in if severe weather ever srpang up. I was assigned to check up on it, make sure it was clear of debris and shit before the week started.

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>>17345914

So I walk around to the shelter, and I am slammed with this awful smell. I knew it was something dead, and it smelled big. Once got down into the crevice, I saw that it wasn't something big, but a bunch of smaller animals in piles: birds, foxes, raccoons, parts of a deer. There was a TON of dead, mutilated bodies back there. I nearly pked it smelled so bad. THe heat didn't help either. Alarm bells weren't really ringing yet, but I was definitely weirded out. I told D about it, and he siad e'd have a look and clean up and that I should just forget about it. Pic related; similar looking to the storm shelter.

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>>17345917

Monday

Our camp site was basically set up as one giant semi circle: our tents formed a ring that almost enclosed pavilions in the center. Very little time was actually spent at our campsite, as we were all out working on merit badges, at the mess hall/cantina/shooting range/lake/etc. There was no reason for any boy to be in camp, and it was rare to find one who wanted to stay in camp. Dylan and I stuck together most evenings, and Monday night we decided to shoot (or rather, Dylan decided to shoot; I was terrible shot, and didn't want to pay for ammo I'd end up wasting). We were about halfway to the range when he relaized he'd forgotten his money, se we turned around and headed back towards camp. When we got there, it was empty as expected, but we noticed one of the tent flaps had been left opened (big probelm there; D was constantly on us to keep our flaps shut, so as to keep any curious woodland animals/insects out of our tents). So I walked over there to zip it up when I realized that it was still zipped, and that the door had simply been ripped open. The tent had been ransacked. Sleeping bags were shredded, trunks flipped over and the supplies gone through, it was an utter wreck. I called Dylan over, and our conversation went sometig like
>Shit man. Holy Hell. Who would do this?
>I dunno man. It wasn't one of our boys; D would make sure he'd never see the light of day again. Should we tell him?
>Do you wanna have your head bit off? Let's let him find it for himself.

That was a stupid decision in hindsight. We should have found D and alerted him immeditely. But since we didn't wanna suffer his wrath, we didn't. When we got back to camp that night, everyone was on edge. All the yunger boys were freaking out, whispering about bigfoot, etc. D told us that the rest of the week, we all had to be back in camp before sundown. (Which I thought was kind of pointless. The tent had been ransacked during the day, but whatever). Pic related; similar to campsite

>>17345923


Tuesday

Tuesday was actually pretty uneventful. All I recall is that sme boys a couple campsites over from ours got spooked because they heard noises in and around their campsite that night. If I'm being honest, that could have been anything. There's an awful lot of animal life out in rural Oklahoma, and it's not unusual for new/amatuer scouts to accidentally lure raccoons/foxes/occassioanlly bigger things into camp by leaving food out at night. But I still have to wonder if it was related to my other experiences that week.

>>17345929

Wednesday

Wednesday was different. The bad vibes seemed to be getting stronger. Or maybe that was just me getting more wound up. I dunno. What I do know is that the mess hall had been broken into the night before, and utterly wrecked. Food had been half eaten, supplies were strewn everywhere. At least, that's what I heard. We weren't allowed up the mess hall until dinner that night, by which time the camp had cleaned everything up. Of course, everyone was on edge now. There were mutterings and whisperings, rumors circulating that basically would have been an /x/ wet dream.

>Did you hear? They found some homeless guy camping out on the other side of the lake.

>Tom found some really weird footprints outside his tent last night. Did you see them?

>I heard some weird mating call last night, did anyone else?

>Could have sworn I was being stalked while walking back to camp last night. Anyone else feel the same way?

Out of all of these rumors, there was one that stuck out to me after the week was over, and the only reason it did is because it reminded me of my experience on Sunday.

>I found a dead raccoon outside my tent last night. It was, like, mutilated and shit. Which one of you fuckers thought that would be funny?

I guess outside of the mess hall business, Wednesday was pretty uneventful too, just really tense.

>>17345934

Thursday.

Holy shit man. Thursday. Thursday night, the camp would always sort of hold this party thing out by the main gate to sort of celebrate the hard work evetyone had put in over the week. There would a bonfire, a chuckwagon (basically the canteen on wheels), stories and songs, lots of boy scout stuff, you know? Anyways, D was super agaisnt letting anyone in the troop go. He wanted to keep every boy in camp that night. But after listening to 12 and 13 year olds whine and cry for 30 minutes, he kind of begrudgingly changed his mind and allowed them to go as long as they were escorted by the older boys. So Buck, Dylan and I were pretty much responsible for coralling 15 middle schoolers. D said he had a meeting to go to (which I knew was a lie. Scoutmaster meetings were always held in the mornings, never at night. But what the hell). So the three of us start walking them down there, whenI realize that we've left the flahslights back at camp and we only have about 5 minutes of light left. I tell Dylan and Buck to go on ahead of me, but both insist on coming. In the end, Buck escorted the kids to the bonfire whuile Dylan and I went back to camp.

That was a mistake for multiple reasons. We had only been gone about 10 minutes (which means it was almost dark once we got back), but our camp was totalled. Our pavillions had been torn down, tents and their contents wehere strewn about everwhere, food was out and scattered, it was a complete mess. Alarm bells were basically screaming "CODE RED CODE RED GTFO RIGHT NOW" but Dylan was already into the camp before I coulkd stop him. That's when the smell hit us. That smell of dead, decaying stuff, but this time it was mixed with something else. Kind of like spoiled milk? I'm not entirely sure how to describe it. Not the burnt copper/blood scent /x/ says is related to goatmen, I know what that smells like. This was something else.

>>17345939

Dylan and I both agreed that we needed to find D ASAP. Fate was on our side that night, because not a second later he rushed into camp in full commando mode. I'm talking giant knife on his hip, brandishing a pistol (sorry, I don't know anything about guns) and the biggest flshlight I've ever seen. Dylan and I immeditatley start blubbering to D about what was going on begging for answers and almost crying. He told us both to shut up and the arsest, but quietest voice I've ever heard. That's when I noticed his face for the first time. He had a gash down the right side of his forehead that was bleeding pretty profusely, and a massive bruise beginning to envelop the left side of his face. It looked like he had picked a fight with a titanium beam and lost. Let me juist remind you that D is about 6' 7" and around 260lbs. of pure muscle. Whatever bested him was fucking strong.

D beckoned us over to him an the conversation was something like

>Where the hell are the kids?
>The bonfire, sir.
>What the fuck are you two doing back here?
>We forgot the flashlights, sir.
>Alright... Alright. Here's what's gonna happan. Dylan, I'm gonna give you this knife, okay? Anon, you go get those flashlight you were talking about and point them towards the storm shelter. I'm going over there. If anything but me comes out, you two run like hell, do you understand?

We nodded, and off he went. He rounded the corner into the shelter, and that's about when we heard the noise. Have you ever heard someone trying to talk while choking on their own blood or something like that? That sort of gurgling, gasping noise? That's what it sounded like, mixed with a sort of low growling. Dylan and I stood there frozen for what felt like hours, but was robably more like 5 minutes when that noise abruptly ceased and D returned pale as s sheet but in one peice.

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PLS READ this is not a story but a question

anyone knows if /x/ did something related to the guy who was killed by corrupt police?


pic for sharing

>>17345942


So D escorted us there, and refused to answer any of our questions or give us any sort of closure as to what had just happened. All he said was

>I don't think we'll have to worry about anything for the rest of the week.

So we went to the bonfire, but Dylan and I kept to ourselves and tried to figure out what the hell was going on. When we got back to camp, we did our best repair as much as we could in the dark. Dylan and I didn't sleep at all that night; we were wide awake. At what must have been about midnight, I heard a few noises outside and saw a flashlight beam waving aroumd before finally coming to stillmpoition, pointed towards the storm shelter. I poked my head out of my tent, and observed D sitting a chiar, flaslight pointed at the storm shelter, watching and waiting. I watched D all night, and Friday I finally got some answers

>>17345947


By Friday, I mean about 6:30 that morning. Around then C came out of is tent and proceeded to have a ot exactly quiet conversation with D. Now bear with me, as I'm reconstructing this from memory, so some bits might not be entirely accurate.

>Anything new?
>No. I've been out here all night. Nothing since I saw it earlier.
>I still think you're wrong. They never come this far South, especially this time of year. Mus have been something else.
>I know what I saw, dad. I'm telling you, their getting bolder.
>...Or more desperate.
>Or more desperate.
>Well, I'm heading to the mess hall. Need my coffee. Want anything?

And they proceeded to talk about Breakfast for awhile and C eventually left. I figured if I wanted any sort of closure as to last night, now was my only chance to talk to D alone. So I approached D, but before I could say anything he turns around a gave me a look that could have curdled new milk. I stopped in my tracks, and he says

>Come. Sit.

So I sat next to him, and this all I got out of him.

>You were pretty bave last night, kid. Incredibly stupid, but brave.

...

>What did you see?
>Nothing, sir.
>Mmmmm.

He was quiet for a good five minutes, and I finally mustered up the courage to ask him what the hell was going on.
>Sir.
>Yes?
>Pardon me sir, but... What was it? What's going on?
>How old are you, Anon?
>15, sir.
>...Anon, the world is a far darker place than you realize right now. You're too young. Let me give a peice of advice that you need to keep in your head during times just like this. Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to. Or that you already know the answer to.
>Do I know the answer to this question, sir?
>Do you?
>...It wasn't natural, was it sir?
>Depends on your definition of natural, Anon. To me, the thing that's terrorized us all week is as natural as any other creature in these woods and on this Earth. Simply a darker side of nature, one that usually stays away from heavily trafficked areas like this

>>17345952


>They don't like people in large groups.
>Then what's it doing here, sir?
>...Honestly, Anon, I don't know. I think it got confused. Lost, even.
>Is it gone, Sir?
>For now, yes. I don't think it will come back while we're here.

Dylan woke up about then, as did the rest of the camp, so our conversation was cut short.

The rest of Friday was pretty uneventful. Dylan, Buck and I palled around camp for awhile, talking about what we thought it was. Or rather, Buck and I did. Dylan didn't really talk about it, and acted increasingly irritated as the day went on. Friday night, all was well. I slept heavily. Had bad dreams, but I slept.

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>>17345953


Saturday

We were up about 6:30 that morning to tear down camp. I was ready to go, and even though D was reassuring Friday mornig, I could tell he was eager to leave to. He was tense, and would often stop to look towards the storm shelter. About 11:30, D asked me to heck the shelter area and "clean it up" with him (even though no one had actually used it at all that week).

We got back there, and it was completely different than what I'd seen Sunday. It been cleaned, spotlessly so. And something similar to pic related had been marked on each side of the canyon walls. I assume it's Native, but I don't know what it means and have never particularly cared to find out.

We left about noon, and I've never gone back. So that's my big story, the one I can't really explain. I know D knew way more than he was letting on. I think Buck knew more than I did too, but he clammed up whenever I tried to talk to him about it. So /x/, what do you think? What was it? I think it was Native American, to say the least. But I don't know what.

I have a couple more if anyone is interested, and can answer questions too. I'll be here for awhile yet.

>>17183757
Speculative, I'm afraid. That's part of the reason I'm posting to /x/. Any /x/philes have any idea as to what this thing could have been?

>>17345960
no i fell asleep jfc

>>17342429
you can barely touch 7' ceilings on your tippy toes? im 6'0 and can put my palm flat on 8' ceilings. nigga r u 4'5? fake and gay.

>amensia. woke up in strange room
>have pencil and diary tho
>mfw

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>>17345946
pic is the nights at light im guessing

>>17345894
also if anyone can link me the 4plebs archive for this post i can do a photoshop >>17345894

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>>17339732
what lol
theres like 3 faces there

>>17345689
Okay, this is one of a few like this

>walk to skool
>walk is fairly long, 30 mins, I take a route through some quiet streets
>i listen to a playlist of March music I made
>a good chunk of it is German (don't judge me)
>enough backstory

>walking to the school one morning last spring
>listening to Ein Heller Und Ein Batzen
>my ear buds are falling out so I take them out of my ears to set them again
>ive hit stop on my phone before I took out the buds so no more audio is coming out
>hear humming behind me and what sounds like dress shoes smacking the pavement
>humming is to the tune of Ein Heller Und Ein Batzen
>what the hell?
>turn around
>no one's there of course
>look around at the houses
>window drapes are drawn, lights off, etc.
>okay, what is going on
>chalk it up to me being stupid
>put eat buds back in and play next song
>argonnerwaldlied
>out of curiosity I pull my buds out again and stop the track
>humming behind me to the tune of Argonnerwaldlied and the dress shoes smacking sound
>i say fuck it and book it to school

I can give more, not sure if it's too interesting

>>17340944

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>>17346840

>>17340584
>>17340590
???? ??? ?????

I'm pretty sure I met a vampire when I was on a vacation is Louisiana many years ago. I was visiting family and while walking around downtown with them, I asked a middle aged man for the time. He couldn't have been more than 29 years old, but he was pale yet very healthy looking. He had very bright emerald green eyes, almost as if they were backlit. Don't know how to explain it any better. Anyway, when I asked him for the time, he chuckled and said "I think it's 2008, but I could be wrong". He winked at my cousins and I and walked off. Maybe he was just a dick, but we all felt kinda drawn to him if you will. It was a weird sensation and experience all in all. Still haven't been able to explain it.

>>17342822
Why are they saying "Trent is fine"?

>be me a long time ago
>sitting in room
>suddenly a ghost appears
>starts flieing around the room
>aaaaaaaaa
>it says boo
>i spooped and ran away

it was pretty scary

>>17347816
So anon won't go look for him.

>>17345887
I used to work in texoma on the Oklahoma side that shit is weird over there

>>17349128

I'm telling you man, head about an hour outside of any major metropolitan area and it's as rural as Northern Maine. I have no doubt Oklahoma is home to some of the weirdest shit imaginable.

>>17340507
Riddle #1 he saw his reflection

>>17346156
More just keep going man

>>17349378
>at this time I learn more about my great-grandfather
>turns out he was in the army of a very prominent European nation that had a dictator with a toothbrush mustache
>he served on the eastern front in WWII
>decide not to tell anyone about my experiences with the dress shoes and humming as they'd call me schizo
>I eventually come to the realisation that it's not dress shoes
>they're marching boots

fast forward to June of last year
>stayed out late to work on summative project with friends
>walking home after dark
>forgot earbuds at home so I have no music
>as I walk down the dead quiet streets I half expect something spoopy to jump out and kill me
>start whistling my favourite march to my self, Erika
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fc-DgRO1SrQ
>after about 20 seconds of that someone else picks up the tune
>then 4 more take it up in rapid succession
>holy fuck what the actual hell
>there's 5 people behind me whistling to the song I'm whistling to
>it's very faint, like the humming was, but you can definitely hear it
>I pick up the pace
>I didn't know what the hell was going on, I thought I was going insane
>as soon as I start speed-walking the smacking starts again
>actually sounds like 5 pairs of boots hitting the pavement in step with the tune
>I've since stopped whistling and now whatever is behind me is doing it on it's own
>my vision is tunneling as I just want to get out of there
>frightened to all heck
>I don't watch where I'm stepping and I trip on a chipped part of the sidewalk
>fall face first
>brace my fall with my hands but it still hurts when I hit the concrete
>marching and whistling stops
>a man across the street steps out of his car in the driveway holding a cigarette
>"hey bud, are you okay?"
>"I'm okay" I call after him
>he nods and gets back in his car
>he's probably forbidden to smoke in the house

1/?

>>17349561
>I get up and palm my hands together
>they got scraped as I went down
>look behind me
>no one there, obviously
>adrenaline wore off with my fall
>begin to think about it
>run the checklist through my head
>Have this/these thing/s harmed me?
>no
>Have I ever really been given reason to think they'd harm me?
>no
>What are they?
>I couldn't answer the last one exactly
>I knew they were spirits or ghosts
>powerful enough to create sounds
>but not powerful enough to create a visible form (or maybe they are and they choose not to)
>I push it out of my head and walk the rest of the way home
>taking extra care not to whistle

2/?

>>17349580
Now we fast forward to the middle of July last year
>at a family gathering
>my family is German in case you didn't get that from the first part of this story
>Oma is head of the family
>she's not like full on head, setting rules for the whole 30+ person family to follow
>she's just the oldest so everyone looks to her as the 'head', you know?
>eventually one day I will probably have this 'head' position as I am her direct grandson
>for some reason, the majority of the family besides my mother, Oma, Tante and Opa believe we are rednecks
>this is because Oma's brothers moved out to small town Ontario
>once I asked my mom about it
>she said it was just a big joke that we all play
>I could not for the life of me grasp it since I grew up in the city
>I asked Oma about it
>"I don't know what the hell they were thinking, raising their children like that"
>"the anon family are not rednecks!"
>she was referring to her brothers and their parenting
>ANYWAYS

>gathering is winding down
>getting late, everyone is outside having beers
>sitting in kitchen watching tv on a small panasonic with Oma
>out of the blue I ask her
>"did you or your dad ever hear marching out of no where?"
>awkward silence as she stares at me
>her brow furrows as if she's either trying to figure out my motive or wondering if she HAS heard it
>finally she speaks
>"why, have you heard it too?"
>I am bewildered
>"yes, I have, about 5 times now"
>"when did it start?"
>"right after march break here with you"
>during this march break, I found out that my great grandfather was a soldier
>"yes, sounds like it's right, starts right after you open your eyes"
>she turns off the tv
>"when my dad was still alive, he had friends over, from the war"
>this was in small town 60's Canada, where you could get away with being a veteran of an enemy army
>"they would take about hearing 'them'"
>I ask who
>she can't tell me, she doesn't remember the conversation
>mind you, this would have been over 50 years ago

3/?

>>17349626
Mas

>>17349626
>knees weak
>moms spaghetti

4/?

>>17349626
>"they would go up to the bedroom, the 3 of them, and play music"
>what music, I asked
>"obviously from the war"
>"they came down after a few hours and talk about meeting again to listen to the squad"
>I am puzzled by this
>she says that soon after she heard the music for the first time, she would hear footsteps around the house and faint humming
>Oma told me her dad would say "there they are again"

4/?

>>17349810
>she tells me that over the years, the original 3 that visited lost 1
>he died of complications with an earlier wound in his lung from the war
>a week after the funereal there was 2 pairs of footsteps around the house and the humming was slightly louder
>Oma's dad at the time: "Looks like they've not wasted any time getting reacquainted."
>Everyone in the house could hear these sounds
>great Opa, great Oma, Oma, and her brothers all heard them
>they would only start when great Opa played his records or when the war friends were over
>a few years after that, the last 2 war friends had passed
>Oma had moved out by now and was living by herself, pregnant with my mom
>when she visited her parents once, the marching started right when she entered the house followed her wherever she went inside
>be it the kitchen or living room
>great Opa says "you know, they are quite fond your baby"
>"who?" asked my Oma
>"you know, the boys! since anon and anon had passed they haven't left me alone"
>"must be their old loyalty still coming through"

5/?

I hope someone is capping all of this
>>17343434
>>17345085
>>17346156
>>17349561
>>17349580
>>17349626
>>17349810

>>17349837
>Oma says she remembered that incident in particular VERY clearly as there was no doubt there were spirits in the house
>4 pairs of boots hitting the carpet and hardwood throughout the place

2 decades pass
>great Opa passes away
>I am not even a glitter in my mom's eye, who is 20 something years old at this point
>after the funereal my Oma packs up all of his belongings and stores them away
>many things get taken by her brothers
>medals, records, letters, etc
>all war artifacts that form such a complete picture of a man when together that it would be museum quality
btw, I've actually seen these medals and vinyls myself, great Opa was a very decorated man
>anyways
>marching stops
>mom and her sister never hear it
>in fact no one hears it again
>Oma stops her story here
>"I thought that it was just something that my dad had when he was alive."
>"I thought that if the sounds got louder each time one of the men passed, my dad would join them and I would still be connected"
>I ask her if she can figure out who the men were
>"Well, now that I've retold the whole thing, it seems pretty obvious that the boots were the men under his command"
This was the first time I heard that my great Opa had anyone under his command
Turns out his was a sergeant and led a small squad of 5 men including himself. One of those 4 under him died in the war.

>needless to say I am extremely spooped and weirded out by the whole thing
>thankfully mom says it's time to go and we leave

6/?

>>17349864
>go home and it is late
>have forgotten about the story for the most part
>hit the hay and catch some sleep
>I got a very weird dream that night
>I'm in front of an old house in the middle of the woods
>Looks to be a good 150 years old
>It's big
>white outer walls
>massive barn door attached to the side of it
>go in through front door
>its big and it's old
>house is outfitted with fireplace, stove, etc
>old, wood furniture
>go in through kitchen
>see closed door at the side of the kitchen
>can see light flickering under the door
>flames?
>I wake up
>think nothing of it
>throughout the day I feel this strange urge to go to Germany
>like, almost as if I don't go, I'll die
>very creeped out by this
>the next night, the dream happens again
>and then the next night
>and the next
>until finally I'm freaked out that I've had the same dream 4 days in a row
>almost afraid to go to sleep
>finally will myself to go to sleep
>afraid I'll get the same dream for the 5th time
>I move through the house just like the last 4 times
>until finally I reach the door on the side of the kitchen
>flames (?) flickering under it
>this time something different
>the dream is not ending here
>my head moves to look right next to the door
>metal plaque on the wall
>I take a closer look at it
>the plaque reads "IT'S THERE"
>dream ends
>at this point I'm ready to say that I'm going nuts
>my mom sees me distressed and tired out
>"what's wrong?"
>I ask her if she has ever seen a house like the one in my dreams
>describe it in detail to her
>I left out the plaque
>her only reply "I don't know, ask your Oma"
>call Oma
>ask her about the house
>she stops me as soon as I say barn door
>"that was my parents old house in Germany"
>"it's in the black forest, it's still in the family"
>say thanks and hang up
>I am fucking off the wall
>I'm having dreams of an old family house I've never seen or heard of before
>decide that the "IT'S THERE" plaque is important

7/8
Next one is the last

>>17349935
Well?

>>17349935
>contact cousins that live in the house in germany
>talk to them to up to about 2 weeks ago, become friends
>I asked them about the layout of the house back at the beginning of January
>they tell me that next to the kitchen is the den
>I ask if there's a fireplace in there
>they say "random question, but yes"
>haven't responded to them since

And that's the end of the story

So what do I do guys?

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>>17349970
smoke meth, fuck bitches

>>17349975
Good advice

>>17349561
man that's like ideal ghosty experience. (i've only read this part, so not if it gets bad)

but having a ghosty whos attached b/c cares about you in some weird way and they interacts in little non intrusive ways, just adding a little flavor to your day.
wish i had a ghost platoon that whistled and marched with me

>>17341191
I now have a new fetish.

>>17347675
what?

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Not my experiences, but my mother's. She's a retired nurse that worked in the OR and she would always tell stories how the OR was haunted, especially in the graveyard shifts. She would say that a lot of her coworkers would see spooky shit like a woman in white but with no visible legs. I'll tell a couple of those stories she told me.
This was in Puerto Rico.

>One day, a tropical storm was passing the island
>there's a blackout during the graveyard shift
>Workers in the OR suddenly see a woman in white floating around
>She has no legs
>workers shit brix

>Graveyard shifts get boring really fast
>Sometimes My mom and others would fool with the PA system by turning it on and eavesdrop on any conversation going on
>One day, her friends see the thing turns on by itself
>They hear a lot of people in the lobby, like if it was during the day
>They check the lobby
>No one is there

>My mom was talking with her friend
>All of a sudden her friend changes composure
>She's scared shitless
>"I-Im leaving"
>"Why?"
>"There's an old man with a hat behind you"
>"Your shitting me"
>Mom looks behind her
>no one there
>friend left
>Mom tells me that friend would see shit like that all the time, like in the windows and lobbies

cont.

Why did you make a thread that is essentially just reaffirming the topic of the board, idiot?

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>>17351999

>During Graveyard shift
>Intern see's a lady walking around
>Goes to her to tell her the OR is off limits
>loses her in a corridor
>he goes the other way around to intercept her
>he finds her
>She's blood drenched and with a horrifying face
>Intern bolts it, I believe

>They have special rooms for workers to sleep during the shift
>Friend of my mother is just sleepng
>sees door opens
>there's a shadowy figure at the door
>the thing is scanning the room, as if looking for something
>friend just freezes as to not make the thing notice her
>thing leaves
>friend stays awake through the whole shift

>Mom and two of her coworkers where finishing up a surgey
>Coworkers would take the patient to his room on the other floor
>Mom would finish up the cleaning
>While she was finishing she heard someone whistling
>"Back so soon eh?" she shouted
>No answer
>She went outside the room and saw nobody
>There was no one in the OR, just silence
>She power walks to the elevetaor where at that moment her coworkers came up

>Mom and co. were talking in the reception
>suddenly something white passes them by very quickly
>she said she tought she saw wings oif somekind

>One night, her friend was organizing stuff in the OR
>All of a sudden, she hears something like a pig being murdered
>Janitor was also there, gets very spooked and tells her he's leaving
>friend continues her work
>she hears it again
>this time she sees the silhouette of something demonic
>She fells something grabs her and takes her out the room
>she's a religious person and believes God or an angel got her out of there
>she and a catholic coworker were in the worker bedrooms praying for the rest of the night.

Eventually, they called a priest to exorcise the OR and the activity stopped. I know there were other stories but those are the stories my mother remembers.
Hope you enjoyed them.

>>17345960
That was really good, id like to read more

>>17352018
Actually I'm new to this board and would like some decent greentext so good thread op fuck this guy

>be army fag
>Afghanistan
>at Bagram (Parwan Providence)
>be me 2013
>working base security for a tour
>having to drive around base responding to shots fired, IEDs going off, weird ass sandies walking around in restricted areas close to base
>few nights after a major attack on the base (over 700 sandies dead, 3 ISAF men dead)
>weird shit starts happening around the time the major attack happened
>our motion sensors, ground lazers and other base defenses start malfunctioning
>constant alerts saying that our inner fence lines have been compromised
>almost every night this shit happens around 0200
>one night, as we where scanning out outter fence line with night vision
>see 7 mudslimes just sitting there by our exterior fence line.
>they are just standing there, looking straight at us, like they see us and know we are there
>it's fucking dark, we aren't amitting light and we know for 100% sure they cannot see us
>buddy gets the fucking creeps. Wants to alert CO
>they are way in the designated shoot zone, lethal force is authorized where they are
>grab my thermal camera
>scan the area
>no fucking people are standing out there
>this is flat terrain, no holes, craters or divots. Not even fucking rocks. There is a solid mile that is cleared out, and they where way past that mile
>see the blued silhouettes of 5 mudslimes
>max creep I about shit myself, I think I did piss myself
>hand over thermal to buddy
>he's so fucking creeped out and he about cries
>I'm back on night vision
>see only 1 mudslime
>okay what the fuck man
>watching this fucking ghost, he's eyeing my fucking soul
>I blink and the fucking ghost is charging straight for us.
>I yell open fire and my buddy racks his 240 and sprays the fucking area and unloads a 300 round belt
>CO comes out
continuing

>>17351609
>.gif
Alrightalrightalright. I've seen this posted before. Same file type and everything, even some other people commenting on the .gif part, but never anybody actually talking about the story. Is it good/bad? Or am I gonna' have to open this shit up in Photoshop and scare myself because of it?

>>17352196
>CO yells at us, asking why the fuck were firing
>Tell CO about the whole fucking thing
>me and buddy are visually rocked the fuck up
>CO laughs at us
>laughs
>me and buddy have the most fucked up mixed look ever
>tells us, so you guys seen that shit too blahblahblah
>you're not the only one who saw that shit
>what
>CO said this place is haunted as shit
>tells us there's been more than 2,000 confirmed kills here
>tells us not to tell the rest of the PLT for morale purposes
>training incident
>tell 3 other trusted dudes
>one dude on night patrol, same thing happens to him

Don't go to Afghanistan, this place is fucking haunted. 2 combat tours and I've seen some unexplained shit happen

>>17352197

This one is fine anon only one frame, it's a mediocre pasta imo

>>17349561
You have to make your grandfather proud!

>>17339719
I have 2
>be about 8 or 9
>every single night, 2 black figures would peer into my room
>the figures would hold the frame of the door, and lean over
>one day I say enough is enough
>I stand up to go check it out and they duck back into the hallway, behind the doorframe
>I go into the hallway and nothing
I guess it was shadow people? They look extremely small, like kids I suppose

second story
>Me, same age
>some nights, rather than the two children, I would see a large figure, larger than the door, standing just outside
>This scared me because the other ones I felt like I could write off as my imagination
>Figure was so tall, I could only see its body, maybe taller than the ceiling would allow, extremely wide too, I'd compare it to the silhouette on the babadook poster
>Scared the shit out of me
>duck under covers and when I come up, it's gone
>happened about 3-4 times

Since then, I've moved, and I don't see that shit anymore

>>17352373
Yeah but I don't know what the hell is going on
Is there something I have to get out of the old house that's halfway across the world?
Do I leave it?
It's clear to me now that the marching and whistling (sometimes humming) is him and his men.

>>17352397
Listen to what he's trying to tell you. The Third Reich is still burning among many Germanic descendents such as you.

>>17352401
I don't know anything about his political opinions except that he said 'hitler saved the fatherland' and that when he moved to Canada he voted for Diefenbaker in the 50's

My mom has some weird stuff that's happened to her. She's told me these stories multiple times and they don't change, even if I go years between asking her about them.
>80s, mom flips houses for a living
>one house, nearly as big as a mansion
>living there while fixing it up with a few roommates
>really grand staircases between the three or so floors of the house, they room on the 2nd
>mom is on the first floor, can see staircase to second floor from where she is
>one roommate is on the second floor, apparently saw this as well
>nighttime, everything going normally until my mom starts feeling uneasy suddenly
>she's sensitive to these things due to experiencing so many
>look to staircase
>an orb, but more like a flickering flame, slowly moving up stairs
>mom frozen, staring
>roommate appears on landing as thing travels up stairs, sees it and gets spooked, running back into the floor proper
>thing goes into floor after her and seemingly vanishes

Another one, she would hear a cocktail party going on through the fireplace from the basement, but going down there there'd be nothing. She said that it was clearly audible, you could hear glasses clinking together and the low murmur of conversation.

You guys wanna see some paranormal activity for yourselves? It's quick, easy, and totally harmless for you and the ghosties.
Go to your nearest church, day or night doesn't matter
Take a picture of the altar
See all the light orbs

>>17352393
I saw something just like that when I was about 6. Every other night, I'd see whole clumps of little shadows leaning through the doorway and staring at me. They looked like the Furby collection my sister had in the basement had decided to go for a walk.
I never bothered to get out of bed and investigate because I was convinced it was all an elaborate prank my cousin Tommy was playing on me.
In hindsight, there were a couple holes in my logic. Like the fact that there were way to many Furbies lining the doorway to be propped up by human hands.
Not only that, my cousin was a half hour's drive away living in the suburbs of Chicago at the time.


The thought of that old house gives me the creeps. I couldn't give you an exact date, but sometime before the Furbies started peeping on me, I was slowly drifting to sleep one night when suddenly this long, green thing that looked like a human-sized stick of broccoli with a face jumped up from the floor in front of my bed and started speaking gibberish to me. Its voice had this distinct, metally "twang" effect to it, and it only managed to speak for a half second before I was screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs. My 45 year old, 270 pound dad ran into my room stark naked, flipped the lightswitch on with one hand and was holding a Glock with the other.
Between the broccoli monster and my dad's half-erect horse cock, I'm not sure which sight was more traumatizing to six-year-old me.

Now that I think about it, there was all sorts of weird shit going on around that old house.

>>17340340
No. Don't continue. If you have to ask, just don't bother.

>>17353733
Especially in the basement. I hated that place, but that was where my parents set up all of the toys my sister and I had, so I spent a lot of time there.
Whenever I was down there by myself, I'd always have the feeling someone was watching me. Every now and then, I'd even hear a voice that sounded just like my mother's voice calling my name.
And if I went upstairs to see what she wanted, my mother would, 90% of the time, tell me that she never called my name.
What's more, I would always hear weird thumps coming from whichever half of the basement I wasn't in. Not very spooky, but it added to the crushing atmosphere of the place.

And I'd see things around the property, too. Instant flashes of someone or something running out of the corner of my eye before disappearing. Or I'd see a glitch in the matrix. Like the time I was looking out a window into my backyard and saw a long line of raccoons climb out of our garbage can, turn to me and wave hello, and then scurry behind the garage. And like a gif file, the raccoons would go through the same exact frames of motion over and over and over until I looked away. This was back in 2000, and I wouldn't even find out what the internet was until my classmates starting talking about some new website called "youtube" years later.

Another time, I was roughhousing with my dad and sister, and my dad decided it would be a fun prank if he threw me on the couch and smothered me between the couch cushions until I cried. He was a real asshole back then.
Well, I was squished between the cushions, it's pitch black, and then I'm suddenly staring face to face with these two dogs that looked like the creepy animatronics that you would find in Chuck-e-Cheese's. And once again, I'm screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs because I have no idea why my dad is trying to feed me to these uncanny ghost dogs.

Nothing else springs to mind, but my family has a lot of other paranormal experiences.

>>17353799
Two dubs in a row. Spooky.

My mother had a lot of experiences with ghosts that she would talk about whenever we'd have a family gathering.

Like when she was a little girl playing hide-and-seek with her siblings and cousins at their grandpa's house (grandpa was a Russian Cossack, but that's not important to the story). My mom ran into the basement to hide behind the firewood pile, and as she's hiding there, she watches as a blue man she had never seen before walks down the basement stairs, looks right through her, and then moves towards the firewood pile without moving. She sat perfectly still until the blue man walked into a wall and disappeared, and then she ran back upstairs screaming and crying about the ghost in the basement.

Years later, as a teenager, she and her cousins decided to play with a ouja board. They found a ghost and asked it to prove to them that it was real. My mom's cousin starts laughing, and then all the other girls start laughing until they realize that her cousin wasn't laughing at all, but crying because her fingers were twisting like pretzels. They threw the ouja board away after that.

>>17352412
Okay so I think my best option is to go visit the house in Germany.
I emailed the cousins, they say the best time is in the summer
Kind of a long ways off but I'll make sure to keep you guys updated when the time comes

This one is recent
>be me
>work at kitchen in a coffee house, along with three guys
>about a week a go
>everyone minding their own bussines, coleagues folding croissant dough, doing relatively quiet stuff
>out of fucking nowhere a jar full of forks and spoons crashes to the floor from a table
>fucking racket
>we laugh kinda nervous, kinda incredulous

days after that
>have the afternoon shift alone
>sitting at table wraping baguettes
>all is silent, not much work to do
>bunch of metallic bowls and a box of baking sheets fall from a shelf, where they always stand really firmly as heavy as they are.
>get startled and a little puzzled at the inexplicability of it.
>gather everything and put it back, trying to find a physical explanation. Doesnt seem to be any.

And the last weird event to happen
>three days ago
>kitchen is full, again everyone at their own shit, but facing away from stove.
>pass behind one of my coworkers and in front of the stove to get something
>everything normal
>return to working area
>from the corner of my eye notice something bright
>burner is on
>what_the_actual_fuck.zip
>"guys did one of you turned the stove on?"
>everyone faces the goddamn thing
>nobody fucking turned it on
>we chuckle nervously again

they blame on me, say I turned it on while passing but I really didnt had any contact with the bloody knobs of anything so I could do it.

>>17352204
Moar please

so this happened to me today
> going to mates house, got picked up in his car
> don't usually ride with the windows down, but his mum split a drink in there and it smells despite being cleaned
> when we get to his place i start winding my window up (automatic) and see him doing the same
> being competitive see that mine will reach the top first
> go to get out of the car and turn to him
> window fully down
> "hey anon did i wind my window up?"
> "yeah? i saw you do it"
we kinda shrugged it off, but there was no way it could have gone all the way down in a split second since they're so slow and without a noise. plus I've experienced a bunch of stuff personally over the years and i know that he's a christian with a strong faith and has even cast spirits out of people in the past

>>17352204
Same fag, another story from my bestfriend. Had told me about it one drunken night

>be armyfag
>be 2014
>at Camp Bastion at center of operation
>preparing for a night village raid(which was very uncommon, I'm talking about finding a 4 leaf clover in a patch of dirt)
>CO briefs us on our objectives
>search and destroy
>supposed to sneak into the villages and find weapons and IEDs blow up said buildings hiding the various items

Night raids almost never happen, I mean we're not special forces. This was very weird
>CO tells the briefees that this is top secret and considered need to know
>everyone's weirded out by now
>leave tomorrow that night
>we have 3 people who worked for the alphabet soup, he couldn't remember who they worked for accompanying us
>they carried these bio suits, what you see in those zombie movies
>fastforward to the next night
>everyone getting psyched
>Helmund providence is like the meat grinder, guys die way to much out there
>get orders that the raid is changed abit
>abit
>half the teams will separate out
>his team was to go into the farm side of the town, other team took main center
>have these black suits riding with us
>not the typical black suits, they knew how to handle weapons. Didn't flinch when the .50s vibrated the humvee
>fastforward 2 hours
>team starts pulling into the villages
>we had a big spotlight on our front of the humvees
>suits order them to turn the spotlight on
>they ignore them, typical I don't take orders from you
>after a few minutes of arguing they turn it on
>round a corner wall
>4 mudslimes standing outside of a little metal building, size of a hut
>they give the gunner a very weird look
>suits tell the gunner to open fire
>can't unless we're being shot at
>they start running towards the 3 humvees they have that methhead look to them

Cont.

>>17355521
>gunner opens fire
>red everywhere
>a few seconds later 6 mudslimes run out of the shack
>shaking their hands in the air derka derka
>they have this weird ass look in their eyes too
>they charge the first humvee
>they start to punch the ballistic glass and actually leave indents in the shit
>the second humvee opens fire
>the suits order everyone to stay in the vehicles
>suits and his squad get out of the humvee
>suits put on there biosuits or whatever
>as standard procedure we must check the dead for intel
>they tell them that they must not go near the bodies or the blood or bad things will happen
>bad things
>they then told them that they'll take care of them after there through here
>they follow them to the metal hut
>suit tells them that they need to stay outside because something bad is inside
fastforward 30 minutes into it
>they come out with some shit in biohazard bags
>they then tell them to throw some Comp4 and some incin. Grenades
>one of his squad mates walks in through the door
>he yells holy shit
>the squad peers inside, they see what appears to be either a really fancy meth lab or a biological weapons lab
>they get the chills and they blow the lab to the ground
>suits check the squadmates with those blue flashlights
>everyone "clears inspection"
>2 of the suits drag all the bodies that we smoked into a pile, they ask us to throw some of the humvees gas and burn them quick
>they burn the bodies
>suits take off gear and throw it on top of the burning mudslimes
>suits mutter that it's not good to be around this area for much longer
>OP is called off and they where to return to base ASAP
>the suits debrief them, saying that it was a meth lab of some sorts
>everyone in the company is in fear for the rest of the deployment

TDLR; My buddy's company either destroyed a meth lab or a chemical weapons lab on the down low and cannot legally speak about it.

They violated multiple Geneva laws and did shady stuff.

sorry it's not longer really busy

>>17355564
........

>>17355564
What's with all the reports of werewolves inhabiting the Afghan mountains? Is it just villagers telling stories to servicemen or..?

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>>17349970
Will cap because it's cool

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>>17349970

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>>17345960

>>17357077
Nice to see some OC on this board

>>17357139

Never thought I'd live to see my stories screencapped. Thanks man.

>>17355681
I've never heard about any werewolf stories

There's a lot of folklore around the place though

I don't speak Arabic so I never knew what they where saying

The interpreters that we had with us on the second deployment where very superstitious

They did some odd things, never explained themselfs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwXjdlSzM5I

I'm made a thread of my experiences.

>>17353520

Hey guys, marching ghosts anon here
I swear to God I've been getting more paranormal stuff happening. Maybe it's been going on all along and I've just noticed now.

Last night I caught a whiff of perfume an old lady would wear. I smelt it for about 3 seconds while I was releasing my tensions. I'm ashamed to say that I finished my act.

Today, while enjoying family day by playing some Fallout 4, I smelt it again. My dog smelt it too because she started trotting around sniffing the air.

This is just flat out weird. I'm not a psychic or anything so why am I experiencing all this ghostie stuffs?

PS, should I fap anymore now that I know ghosts are watching?

>>17358396
Afghans mainly speak Dari, a sort of dialect of Farsi. Arabic is primarily spoken in countries west of Iran.

Just thought I had to point that out.

>>17361355
I never picked that up.

Most of the time they either yell at you and call you a murderer or a rapist in broken English or spit at you.

Spending a whole deployment where your surrounded by these mudslimes, not knowing if one of them in the crowd has explosives strapped to them makes you put your rifle muzzle on all of them


You can't learn their language or try too because it humanizes them, and that's no good in a war zone where almost everyone you meet is two faced.

They'll chant us and thank us, we give them different items from food to medicine, but once we leave they'll go back to being savages and plotting to kill us again, shooting their pre Cold War ak47s and shitting in the streets as we leave

>>17353733
>green thing that looked like a human-sized stick of broccoli with a face jumped up from the floor in front of my bed and started speaking gibberish to me
jesus christ wtf

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>>17339758
>Snowy forest just like in The Wendigo
>Native American buddy who knows about the wendigo just like in The Wendigo
>Follow the footprints just like in The Wendigo
>Get lost just like in The Wendigo
>Friend skedaddles just like in The Wendigo
Copy of Algernon Blackwood/10

I don't understand how so many of you wendigo-obsessed faggots have never read the ORIGINAL wendigo story. It's literally called The Wendigo. Short story by Algernon Blackwood, one of the masters of horror.

Just posted this in another thread but it probably fits better here:
So I am mentally ill. Currently going through the process of finding a diagnosis. This colors my story a great deal, but I see (or saw) shadow people all the time.

When I say "shadow people" I actually mean "exclusively Hat Man."

So basically I'd just be chilling and Hat M8 would just be kinda leaning over my shoulder to see whatever mischief I was getting up to on the computer. I was never afraid. I never even acknowledged him, actually. It was very peculiar. After a few weeks of that Hat Man stopped visiting and was replaced by an ex-girlfriend of mine who would just kind of stand there smiling all cute-like and looking at me. And then she stood in the corner while I was making out with some drunk girl at a party. Hallucinated-ex scowled when she finally caught my eye and then never came back again.

But none of that was supposed to be the main thing here. Does anyone remember the blood moon that we had a little while ago? Well I had a real fucking experience that not. I thought it was the fucking rapture I swear to god. Will greentext in another post.

>>17364288
>be me
>be 22
>be blood moon night
>be in Maine
>Astronomy-nerd friend calls me and tells me to go look at the blood moon
>Like half an hour until it's supposed to be at its peak or whatever
>Go out on the porch in PJ's and sneakers
>Incredibly cold what the fuck
>Shoulda brought a sweatshirt
>Sitting on porch waiting for blood moon
>Realize that I've pulled my necklace out from under my shirt and am now holding the silver cross on it
>Like really holding it
>The pain of the sharp corners is what made me realize I was holding it.
This would be the time to tell you that I live in the middle of nowhere. Just a house in the middle of a large field that ends in woods in three directions, the only non-woods end is the one I'm facing, which ends in a road.
>Hear laughing
wut.jpg
>More laughing
>"Okay, this must just be me being fucked. I'll just call someone and talk until the blood moon is a thing."
>Take out phone
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>Fuck low power mode
>Call astronomy nerd friend
>no answer
>Call another friend
>No answer
>Run through contact list and call whoever is appropriate (basically I didn't call my boss or anything. Called friends and my sister and such)
>Nobody answers
>Laughing intensifies
>"What are those red dots in my field?"
>Start to see shapes around the red dots
>Shadow people
>Only they're kids
The strangest part at this point is that I stopped feeling afraid. I had never been afraid of the hallucinations I had been having until this point, and the fear went away as soon as the laughter was given a body. Strange
>There's at least 100 of them chilling out in my front yard
>Some are hiding behind things/each other
>One is crawling out from under my car
>A few are in my car peeking out the window
>Laughter stops
>I start to ignore them as I realize the blood moon is doing blood moon things

cont.

>>17364299
>Realize I'm retarded for not taking pictures of shadow kids
>Take out phone
shouldveenteredlowpowermode.gif
>Son of a bitch the thing is dead
>I almost never use my phone, so I rarely ever charge it
>Dead as a damned doornail
>Watch blood moon
>Go inside
>When I get back to my desk I see that someone is trying to Skype call me
>Throw on headset, answer call
>Astronomy-nerd
>Bitches to me about how cool the moon was
>Just a moon bb
>"Goodight, anon."
>Take off headset
>Trumpets
>Fucking trumpets going ham
>Sound coming from within my skull
>instant migraine
>Panic
>grab crucifix off of wall and hold it as tight as I can
thisistheend.webm
>Trumpet sounds stop
>realize I've been screaming the Lord's Prayer over and over as loud as I can
>Eventually fall asleep wearing a cross and pendant of Saint Michael
>Sleep next to the crucifix from my wall and my bible
>Wake up the next morning and am relieved that we all still exist
>Damn was I glad I started my psych eval the next day

Turns out I'm probably insane.

>>17340417
Probably this

>>17351615
Why would you post this garbage?

>>17368120
Top tier parody.

>>17339719
Dealt with a demon for over a year that haunted solely me in my family. Throwing shit around the house when I was alone, symbolic dreams with real scars and bruises afterwards, couldn't sleep much around that time because of the constant fear. Had two friends who never came back after shit went down while they were over one day. Also have had weird dreams where I feel like I'm part of something big but not sure. Have had a few psychic moments with other people around to confirm that I can't explain. Plus some more but that's about it.

>>17345327
I lose my shit at this one everytime.

>>17339732
I cannot stand the way this faggot writes can someone please summarize this?

>>17370362
Go to wood, spooky shit happens. It runs in the family.

>>17340584
>>17340590

HOLY FUCK HOW STUPID DO YOU GET
>FUCKING WITH SPIRITS CASUALLY LIKE THAT
>LETTING THEM IN LIKE THAT
>NOT IMMEDIATELY GOING TO A PRIEST AND GETTIGN A HOLY WATER ENEMA
>MARY JOSEPH AND BABY JESUS I HOPE YOU WEREN'T ACTUALLY THIS RETARDED

>>17341191
Kek

>>17340584
>>17340590

I've had similar experiences I guess

>>17351615
THA BEST

>>17370732
>believing a mental patient with a story this vague

Also turn off your cruise control.

>>17370976

More "real" than anything you'll ever experience

>>17345946
Oh lord! It's the first time I've seen someone other than me post that screenshot. Glad to see someone saved my stories!

>>17371980
I was thinking "The hell is someone with such stories from, Bulgaria". And yes, you are.

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>>17343891
I spat out my drink reading that shit

>>17351615
Fucking Hilarious

>>17370976
no?

>>17361118
If it's really you, have you gone to Germany to check that shit out?

>>17359511
>SQUEALING IN THE NIGHT
>POUDING FOR MY LIFE
>I'LL COOOME ON YOUUU

>>17373130
Haha, you Bulgarian?

The first time I felt the bell was the purest experience ever.
Follow the bell
.. ..
.. .

>>17345960
>dam son

Can't rightly say what it could have been, all I know is that there's quite a bit more out beyond our cities than the labcoats tell us there is. Great story, btw.

>>17374137
Screw off, you bellend.

>>17349970
Fuck, I wish I knew.

Still,
>alte kamaraden coming back from the dead to watch over squadmate's grandson
>mein hertz

>>17373884
WHERE IS THE REST

>>17374360
THERE'S MORE??

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>>17346846
nigger this is the plot for Stargate

>>17355564
lol, dude. There's not even a market for Meth in the UK, why would there be one in fucking Afghan? Just say Heroin next time if you want it to sound legit.

http://youtu.be/wvJAgrUBF4w

>>17374451
This can't be the end?

>>17351615
>I didn't even have time to eat fries.
Every time. Every. Fucking. Time.

>>17340340
MOAR

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bampin

>>17375531
He came back once and said he writes up his stories in advance and will post all of them at once. We just have to wait.

>>17339719
you mean, "Everyone RP hard as fuck" right?

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>>17378283
Why are you on /x/?

This one is too original to be RP.

>>17378283
far worse than any roleplaying is this bullshit constantly in every thread no matter the topic

>>17339719
>Post your experience with the paranormal.

"RP Thread initiated"

i dont have any stories off the top of my head but a very strong feeling in my gut that there is a story to tell? i need help remembering but im afraid of what that entails

>>17378283
>>17378544
You should RP having a life sometime.