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>>18022007
She's definitely the spookiest

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>>18021666
>It was so close that sometimes I wonder if I am actually dead
Dude. I can relate.
Can't be assed to greentext, long story short, was heading back home from a party with my cousin, it was like 4 AM. Cousin is driving. I fell asleep, then woke up to find my cousin (the driver) also sleeping and the car heading to a tree. Screamed like a bitch and woke my cousin up in the nick of time. That was too fucking close.

You could get struck by lightning, or hit by a meteor, or a falling piece of debris from an aircraft at any time.

>>18021666
great picture OP
made me lough
thank U
LOL

>>18021621
Ligthbulbs could last for decades but big ligth makes them break after a while otherwise they wouldent make money

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OP = spoonfeed me please, I can not be bothered to read the board or use Google.

>>18021634
>implyuing either offer any depth
best you get out of google is jfk assassination shit, like that hasn't been done to death.
/x/ does a lot of spoops like ghosts and vampires and astral planes
but not much on conspiracy.

it seems you have a very specific definition of reincarnation,death,life and what is and is not important.

my advice is to learn from whatever situation you are in good or bad whats the difference to someone that can live forever *reincarnate ...if you feel you cant handle say 80 years of life what makes you think you would be ready to handle the info gathered by 800 years of life and death
..there is no erasing anything ever...fighting that is fighting nature itself and is what is recognized as *evil,dark force etc..
The best way or and easiest way to deal with this situation is change your perspective.

Past lives are rare and I doubt you have had any.
If you commit suicide and by a miracle you have another life, your soul will be less full and life will just get harder with every reincarnation.

I highly recommend you not to commit suicide. First, because there are always options.
Second, because no, the next round may not be any better and you might not forget. In fact, there is the horrible chance to come back to life, remembering all your fear and pain and trauma, but without anything you know and love. Your language is not yours, your body is no longer yours, your name, your family, your favourite things - all gone. It might even be that when you come back, the world you know: nations, religions, political systems, is no more.

These are the greetings from a man who is no longer a man. A man, who can never again see the faces of his best friend. A man, who'se country and beliefs fell when he was away. A man, who wakes up every morning with a wrong body and a wrong brain.

>>18020817
Never seen this photo before, post more?

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>>18020817
Even if they were disproven (I think), the Belmez faces will always make my skin crawl.

Supposedly they were created by lead paint.

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Her father Anton Szandor LaVey wrote the "Satanic Bible"
This interview should be watched by both believers in God and non believers.
Very strong.

very interesting statement at 1:11:35 sec that pure true Satanism is only for the 1% of humanity for the rules and leaders of the World,that Satanism is not for the masses.

also apparently Satanist are very opposed to the rock and roll music,actually he said that they hate rock music,hmmm (at 1:09:55 sec)

LA Veys??
More like Le Gays

>>18019749
couldn't. I was frozen with fear, I couldn't even move or jump out of bed if I tried. Eventually I opened my eyes just a bit, and I could see it's face right over me. It's breath was hot and smelled like burning wood. When it noticed me looking at it, it smiled. it had very thin lips and lots of small sharp teeth. I remember it reaching out and touching my chest, but that wasn't the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing is that, after that, I wasn't afraid anymore. It's hard to describe, but in that moment, all of the fear just emptied out of me, and I instead felt very calm, and relaxed. After that, I don't remember much, I think I started drifting off to sleep. But I just remember feeling really warm, and really good. Kind of fuzzy and tingly.
When I woke up the next morning, the thing was gone. I had a strange taste in my mouth, like pennies, and my underwear was sticky and stained.

Every night after that I secretely hoped the thing would come back, but it never did. Eventually the summer came to an end and my parents took me back down south for school. My Aunt killed herself 2 months later, and the house was torn down not long after. Somone else bought the land under it, but didn't want the house, so they built a new one.

I never forgot that one night in the summer of 96' though. The night I met Marlen.

isn't that the thing from Splice?

>>18019769
Thanks anon! I thought it looked familiar!

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You must learn from the true professionals, OP.

>>18018337
Well yeah that's the obvious answer. I'm just wondering if there are actually accounts of people trying this.

>>18018327
I wouldn't recommend it

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>>18015879
Nothing will happen. History doesn't work like this kid.

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>>18015879
After the cube was put in was like like whaat.
The guidestones themselves are an oddity

>>18015895
I literally just learned about the additonal cube they placed and removed again in 2014.
I've always been strangely fascinated by the complex..

>Pull my shoulder down and start running in the opposite direction of her
>Reach about the end of the park and turn around, no woman in sight but my hand is death gripping my pepper spray.
>About 10 feet from where we were standing, the dog attached to the leash stretched out pointed towards the bushes.
>Pull out my phone and call 911.
>Basically tell operator some old lady was dragging her dead dog around, and leave out her inhuman speed.
>Operator sounds unamused but reluctantly sends down a officer.
>Constantly stare at bushes for what seems like hours but more like 8 minutes.
>Officer pulls up, no lights on and calls me over.
>Immediately when I turn around something runs from the bushes
>Officer sees it too, not entirely startled at first.
>I turn around raising my pepper spray towards the sound
>Officer slowly steps out of the car slowly, obviously confused
"Probably just a nest of rabbits"
"When did rabbits get that big?"
>Officer seems really pissed, but I understand, I seem crazy.
>He steps away from the car and has me follow him to where I saw the dog.
>Kinda expected the dog to be gone but the dog was still there.
It was a small fluffy dog with a shitty nose, Pomeranian I think.
>Officer kinda looks at it arms crossed and looks at me
>He glares at me and asks where the woman is.
"She ran off into the bushes when I called the police..."
>He kinda glares at me and says "Wait here" and walks to the bushes.
>He says something into his radio, looks back at me, and stands there.
>5 minutes later another cruiser pulls up with 2 officers inside one walks to the other officer the other walks to me.
>Officer starts questioning while the other 2 go into the bushes.
>I keep glancing over expecting them to come out with ghe old lady.
"Something seems to be a problem?"
"No just hoping they find the old lady, she seemed ill"
(Cont)

>>18014867
>Officer seems annoyed and closes his book and says "I'm gonna level with you, this is awfully suspicious, what's going on"
>Basically tell him everything about how creepy it was and he just silently nods the entire time.
>The other two officers emerge and are holding what appears to be torn pieces of the clothes the old woman was wearing.
Original responding officer asks if I recognize the articles, I tell him it's the old woman's clothing.
>At this time I feel stupid as they kinda stare at me before the responding officer says "Did you kill this dog?"
>I start to get nervous and defensive telling them no and repeating the parts I left out and how insane it sounded.
>The original officer kinda nods and walks me to his car and waves to the other officers.
>Starts talking to me about how weird this looks for me and they'll probably investigate it further.
>Drives me home and just as I'm getting out he stops me and says
"I suggest taking a different route, don't piss off anything you or I don't understand"
>Does this nice wave and smile and I got a feeling he knew I wasn't being over dramatic on the subject.
Still haven't gone running and I haven't heard anything from that morning. This was 4 days ago. I'd like insight and any other unexplained stories.

>>>I turn around raising my pepper spray towards the sound

>training for military
>has to carry around pepper spray like a frightened little girl

You can just stop posting.

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>>18014349
https://youtu.be/0XpLyDMOSz0

>>18014490
Translation? Is it Tagalog? Can't tell if that isn't just some crazy guy, either

>>18014490
>>18014529
Looks like monkey or something. With such shitty quality you can guess forever.

anyone have the Ausfag story? I love that one.

>>18012671
6107
The Woodlupine Atrocity
Over 100 years ago a young maid was raped and murdered on her way back from buying a tin of jam. She was left in scrub in the side of the road. Perpetrator found by black trackers who tracked him for miles - all because one of his boots had a distinctive heel that he had repaired on the cheap. He was caught and hanged, but whilst in jail got a lot of fan mail from women.

Sorry for not being spooky, OP, but it's all my area has.

>>18012762
>fan mail from women
Wait what?

>>18012774
Women tend to like bad people. It's why a lot of them go for drug dealers

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>>18006314
This, to the best of my recollection, is what the creature looked like and how it acted as it came across the clearing directly towards me. My first impression was of a huge man, about six feet tall, almost three feet wide and probably weighing somewhere near 300 pounds. It was covered from head to foot with dark brown, silver-tipped hair. But as it came closer I saw by its breasts that it was a female. And yet, its torso was not curved like a female’s. Its broad frame was straight from shoulder to hip. Its arms were much thicker than a man’s arms, and longer, reaching almost to its knees. Its feet were broader proportionately than a man’s, about five inches wide at the front and tapering to much thinner heels. When it walked it placed the heel of its foot down first, and I could see the grey-brown skin or hide on the soles of its feet.

It came to the edge of the bush I was hiding in, within twenty feet of me, and squatted down on its haunches. Reaching out its hands it pulled the branches of bushes toward it and stripped the leaves with its teeth. Its lips curled flexibly around the leaves as it ate. I was close enough to see that its teeth were white and even.

The shape of this creature’s head somewhat resembled a negro’s. The head was higher at the back than at the front. The nose was broad and flat. The lips and chin protruded farther than its nose. But the hair that covered it, leaving bare only the parts of the face around the mouth, nose and ears, made it resemble an animal as much as a human. None of its hair, even on the back of its head, was longer than an inch, and that on its face was much shorter. Its ears were shaped like a human’s ears. But its eyes were small and black like a bear’s. And its neck was unhuman. Thicker and shorter than any man’s I had ever seen.

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>>18006324

As I watched this creature, I wondered if some movie company was making a film at this place and that what I saw was an actor made up to look partly human and partly animal. But as I observed it more I decided it would be impossible to fake such a specimen. Anyway, I learned later that there was no such company near that area. Nor, in fact, did anyone live up Mica Mountain, according to the people who lived in Tete Jaune Cache.

Finally, the wild thing must have got my scent, for it looked directly at me through an opening in the brush. A look of amazement crossed its face. It looked so comical at the moment I had to grin. Still in a crouched position, it backed up three or four steps, then straightened up to its full height and started to walk rapidly back the way it had come. For a moment it watched me over its shoulder as it went, not exactly afraid, but as though it wanted no contact with anything strange.

The thought came to me that if I shot it, I would possibly have a specimen of great Interest to scientists the world over. I had heard stories about the Sasquatch, the giant hairy Indians that live in the legends of British Columbia Indians, and also, many claim, are still in fact alive today. Maybe this was a Sasquatch, I told myself.

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>>18006333
I levelled my rifle. The creature was still walking rapidly away, again turning its head to look in my direction. I lowered the rifle. Although I have called the creature “it,” I felt now that it was a human being and I knew I would never forgive myself if I killed it.

Just as it came to the other patch of brush it threw back its head and made a peculiar noise that seemed to be half laugh and half language, and which I can only describe as a kind of whinny. Then it walked from the small brush into a stand of lodgepole pine.

I stepped out into the opening and looked across a small ridge just beyond the pine to see if I could see it again. It came out on the ridge a couple of hundred yards away from me, tipped its head back again, and again emitted the only sound I had heard it make, but what this half-laugh, half-language was meant to convey, I do not know. It disappeared then, and I never saw it again.

I wanted to find out if it lived on vegetation entirely or ate meat as well, so I went down and looked for signs. I found it in five different places, and although I examined it thoroughly, could find no hair or shells of bugs or insects. So I believe it was strictly a vegetarian.

I found one place where it had slept for a couple of nights under a tree. Now, the nights were cool up the mountain, at this time of year especially, and yet it had not used a fire. I found no sign that it possessed even the simplest of tools. Nor a single companion while in this place.

Whether this creature was a Sasquatch I do not know. It will always remain a mystery to me, unless another one is found.
I hereby declare the above statement to be in every part true, to the best of my powers of observation and recollection.

The other day I had a dream where in vivid detail I brought 3 other people into a room for a battle royale. As soon as I explained what the plan was I immediately lifted up my machine gun/assault weapon and shot them all down point blank in the face. I woke up in sweats afterwards

>>18001369
Well, you certainly got them before they could get you. Maybe you are concerned about people or problems in general getting the drop on you, and so tend to go on the offensive right away?

I'll just copy post this to the new thread.

Any idea what it means?

> "wake up," In a forest with tall ass cedar trees but tons fo snow everywhere, middle of the day
>you can hear the wind through the trees whistling
>a good distance away I can see someone standing in between some trees
>the trees seem to line up like they are keeping me on track to walk straight towards her
> start walking towards her, very silent but wind whistling through the trees
>get close enough to her but still have a good amount of room between us, her back is towards me and she has longish hair
>immediately know who it is without her turning to me (deceased fiance)
>nothing is said for a long time till she slowly begins to turn to me
>I immediately close my eyes and turn my head down
>she says "look at me," Tell her I can't...not yet.
>tell her it will be a long time before we are together again but I will find her
>I open my eyes and now I'm on a snowy road during dusk
>to my left I can see pure darkness like nothing is there
>to my right the road turns right and I can't see
>I can see her running towards me from far away
>wake up

Any idea?