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>>18261728
No one cares

>>18261732
I care

And I'm not OP

>>18261735
If you're not OP then >>18261732 is, because there were only two posters in this thread when I got here.

This picture is triggering me to read.

>>18261733

that was the plan all along.

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With hope that Cheswick will answer my prayers

>>18261687
>does /x/ have any similar stories?
Not for certain on my end, no, but at the risk of straining your relation with your spirit twin you should start recording this stuff and running tests.

You say mostly it's been nonverbal or physical but chiefly a clairvoyant interaction or intervention? I'm going to take a shot in the dark and guess it's only been when you're in dire need or some stringent, nonrepeatable condition like that.

>>18261687
I had a feeling that the spirit of my great grandmother saved me from getting run over by a car twice.

>>18262076
And yet you don't post a greentext about it. Why you gotta be such a fag?

the appalachians are creepy af for some reason, probably the weird hillbillies who let their kids starve in trailer parks while they drink moonshine

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Not necessarily haunted but I came across an abandoned water facility just sort of walking through a trail and there were fences cut and shït so we went through you couldn't get in but I thought hey I'll post this I got a ton more pictures let me know if you're interested in more

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We needed to go through a propped open fence to get actually in

>>18261590
It's a shame that the dog is so badly photoshopped into the pic, forgotten american folklore is such an interesting topic.

>>18261412
Ask Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.

>>18261426
Yeah I'll send her an email.
Oh wait...

>>18261412
Not power exclusively. Just the usual. Wealth, Lust, Power, etc.

tal vez solo te querían hacer una broma

>>18261403
Aprende a escribir, pinche retrasado.

>>18261403
No se si es intencionado, pero puede afectarte si dejas que te afecte, es una cuestión psicológica, si piensas que te han maldito, empezarás a comportarte como tal y te saldrán las cosas mal, si piensas que es una bendición lo mismo pero positivamente. Lo mejor es que no le des importancia, seguramente ha sido alguien por hacer la gracia, ni siquiera parecen cartas con una simbología negativa

In the summer of '12 a young man discovers dextromethorphan. It's cheap. Easily attainable. He doesn't have a job at the time. All he wants to do is take red skittle after red skittle.

He stares at a table. It's littered with fifty-six red pills. They're all coated in a red layer. Time release. It's meant to deter what he's about to do.

Handful by handful he shovels the small pills into his mouth. He chases them with water. They leave a semi sweet taste in the back of his throat.

Soon the strange thoughts come. The news is playing on his TV. He can see splotches over news anchor's foreheads. But only the center. And only on half of them. Then it happens and his heart sinks.

The anchor woman seems to stare right out of the TV and into his eyes. Her lips begin to move, "There are connections everywhere. Never stop digging."

His heart begins to pound in his chest. He can't believe what he's seeing and hearing. But he let's it go. Coincidences, things happen. On top of that, the drugs...

He's glued to channel 32 the entire night. Coincidence after coincidence happens as he sails up from first to second plateau. He can't part his teeth. If he had gotten up he would have walked like a robot. Soon he hits the third plateau. His consciousness moves up and a little to the left. It's all so surreal.
Finally the straw that breaks his back falls on him. He sees an anchor and two ludicrously dressed people talking and laughing. It's not even about the news. A bearded man with red hair and a monocle responds to another who's dressed in mostly black. A little like Marylin Manson.

"You know, we'd gladly take the reigns again," He sips from a glass of water placed in front of him, "But every time a dumb brainy smarty gets a leg up you want to put us right back down!" The eccentric man laughs and hits the table for emphasis. Just to show he's a good sport about his lot in life.

The front door opens. The self destructive man's room adjacent to it. A knock, "Jack, you awake man?"

It's his little brother, Alexander. The door creaks open and there the younger man stands. His eyes find a desolate room. Formerly empty boxes of store bought cookies filled with a white foamy substance. Alexander's eyes move up to a slumped over mass. Jack hadn't had any real food in days. He looks like an emaciated skeleton.

"Yeah..." His voice seems far away. Like he's speaking under his breath and backing away at the same time, "Been awake the past few days."

Alexander pulls his hat off. It has a pro second amendment message scrawled across it but Jack's vision is already doubling. Plateau sigma here he comes.

Alex's fingers pull something out from a flap just behind the bill. It's a small reflective package with a picture of Scooby Doo chuckling like a mad dog. "Picked this up on the way home", starts the younger brother. "Let's go on the back porch."

They sit by the water. Manatees swim by. One even lets Alexander pet it.

Jack crafts a makeshift pipe. It's an empty twelve ounce beer can with seven wholes punched in it. Six are in a hexagon form and one is a gaping carb on the side.

Jack's lungs fill with thick smoke. It's full of research chems. Possibly even some scheduele I - IV chemicals. It has an affect on him. Almost like a cure.

Jack looks to his brother with a somber face, "I'm going to the hospital, aren't I?"

Alexander nods, "Probably so." He takes a long drag from the can, "You need it.'' As he attempts to hold the cancerous smoke in his lungs.

"That's the thing...", exhales a tired Jack, "I think I'm back... I know I've been saying crazy things the last few months but I don't believe them right now. It's the drugs."
First excerpt, the rest is here. http://pastebin.com/1KbnfSay

Your turn.

fuck it im down

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I would love a stream. Can't do one myself...
Anyone willing to do it?

>>18261219
sure thing.

made by Hasbro. the same company that makes My Little Pony.

>>18261205
So if you made your own board it would not be made by Hasbro and so then you think it'd be not a toy.

>>18261205
So you're saying I can summon a magic talking horse with one?

>>18261116
sit alone and be sad :(

>>18261141
Just like 99% of all the other holidays...

>>18261116
Harry Potter

Ask someone with a clue to show you how to use the catalog.

>>18261113
Hows the catalog supposed to help?

Only find "scary youtube vidoes" threads.

no discussing or anything.

Unfavorable semicircle is some spooky shit

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https://discord.gg/DBQwdzx

quality

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>>18261065

Minerva is a harambe troll, Rhh is a good ruser. RIP to the feeble minded who've joined/formed actual cults out of this

>>18261022
It was probably a lot more hospitable when they built the structures. The sea has probably swallowed up some of the island too, meaning it could have been larger at one point, but the paths could have just led to where they dock boats or something. If only a few generations lived there at some point, it could have been a colony that didn't manage to sustain itself. It's intriguing though to think that people once moved there to set up a new life and it all is lost to time now.

>>18261088
Sea levels have remained pretty constant for the last 3 Millenia, so if parts of the island did get swallowed up then the Civilization on Malden must be pretty old. It's interesting to think what it must of been like for the last inhabitants of the island - did it go out in an eruption of violence, or did the population slowly dwindle out, eventually reaching one or two individuals sitting alone among their temples and pyramids.

>>18261022
>So why did a group of about 100 Polynesians go and colonise this miserable scrap of land, somehow put up with the lack of any natural resource, then go to the trouble of building megalithic structures and pathways that go straight into the ocean?

There are three different island each less than 500 miles away from Malden with inhabitants. I have no trouble believing one or all of these natives decided this island was special somehow, and built culturally significant structures with no permanent settlement.

Thus, the pathway doesn't lead TO the ocean, it leads FROM the ocean. And since no one lived there, but only traveled there for rites of passage or some holy event or succession of rulers or whatever, there would be no expectation of housing or need of resources to live on.

Is there something in the recordings to contradict this hypothesis?