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09-17-2006, 07:23 PM | #21 |
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Dude, that sounds exactly like my older Brother's cat, same colour and everything.
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09-17-2006, 07:34 PM | #22 |
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Actually, that sounds alot like my cat. She hides from anyone she doesn't know. Mabe alot of cats are like that.
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09-17-2006, 07:57 PM | #23 |
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Once, my family and I were watching "Green Mile" and there is a part where the little white mouse Jingles (or something like that) runs off screen and about that time a mouse looking exactly like it came from under the tv. Crazy stuff.
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09-17-2006, 08:07 PM | #24 |
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I don't believe in the supernatural whatsoever, but after my cat died I began hearing his very, very distinctive meow everywhere. Despite it being nothing but wishful thinking on my part, it was pretty creepy as it was happening.
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09-17-2006, 09:23 PM | #25 |
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That's weird about that mouse thing.
I remember one time a long time ago, my aunt gave me this pretty little remote control car. It looked like a pink 80's Cadillac or something. Anyway, I used to play with it all the time. Well, one day she told me that she forgot to give me the batteries to it, so she asked me if I got batteries for it already. I told her No, I thought she already put batteries in it. Guess what? There were no batteries anywere! Not in the controller OR the car.
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09-17-2006, 09:33 PM | #26 |
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@Scary_Dream: If I woke up and there was anyone in my room besides me or my dog pass out right then and there from FEAR.
@Bloo2daMacs: That seems like normal cat behavior besides the attacking you part. Maybe she thought you were a stranger? Oh! And I have another story (recent) One night I woke up and my bedroom door was open (I sleep with it closed in fear that I might wake up and see someone or something staring at me from it). Well I thought my dad must had opened it for some reason or another so I went to shut it. Well I peered out of my room and saw my father (or a man about my father's build with my dad's black muscle shirt on and his shorts) standing in the hallway looking up. I shrugged and went to bed. The next morning at breakfast I asked my dad what was so intresting that he had to look at it in the hallway last night. He told me he wasn't in the hallway that night because he had actually taken his sleeping medication before going to bed.
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09-17-2006, 10:42 PM | #27 |
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My regular door isn't so much a problem, but I have a sliding-glass door that takes up almost an entire wall in my room, and I REFUSE to look at it while I'm trying to go to sleep. It's got opaque curtains over it (the same ones that I saw being pushed from behind!)
I have to freakin' sleep in that room.
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09-18-2006, 06:29 AM | #28 |
I go by Jam or Jammy now, don't call me kaytea
I also use them/them pronouns now, ignore the gender thing it's a lie
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I have on
okay one time when I was little me and my mom went into the kitchen to get something to eat and when we walked out the kitchen my mom screamed my name and she told me to look at my leg (forgot which one)and when I did I had a fresh cut running down from my top of my leg to the knee and that cut wasn't there when I walked into the kitchen and there was not sharp objects sticking out and I didn't scrape against anything
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09-18-2006, 12:55 PM | #29 |
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This isn't my story, but my friend Bonnie told me this story about her aunt. Well, her aunt bought this house from a really weird family, who would apparently pray very loudly very late at night and keep the neighbors awake. Well, she went up into the attic and found this box that said "do not open" on it. She, of course, was curious and opened it. Inside was this doll holding a picture of some girl laying on the kitchen table with her feet chopped off. There was other stuff too, but Bonnie couldn't remember.
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09-18-2006, 03:30 PM | #30 |
I go by Jam or Jammy now, don't call me kaytea
I also use them/them pronouns now, ignore the gender thing it's a lie
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*shudders* creepy O_O
and lol that was your 666 post XDD
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