you can't tell us you have so many stories and not tell more?


start telling... or write a novel and post it on a website or something, but hurry up im bored...

Well ... All my best friends around have parents that died in atrocious conditions . They almost disappeared at the same period and in the neighbourhood, some families used to speak about maledictions. I grew in a multiethnic community where moroccan, arab, italian, portuguese, tunisian families used to live together there and the superstition is a strong belief in these communities ... Some elders were convinced that sometimes the death or the curse don't come naturally ...

Geoff

When I was five, I saw a horse trailer with Rudolph the red nose reindeer ( a REAL reindeer ) driving down the road in the middle of summer. I swear. It was either real or that was the first sign of my hyperactive imagination.

And when I was 9 - I woke up and the tooth fairy had dropped my little envelope with the tooth in it by the door. I followed these little boot prints all around the yard (it had snowed, conveniently enough) and all of a sudden the boot prints stopped in the middle of a field. And NO I wasn't following myself around in a circle.

I don't know if that's necessarily supernatural but I wanted to say it anyway. One weird thing did happen to me a few years ago though.

In 2001 my boyfriend's mother was losing the cancer battle. It started in her knee then spread into her lungs and eventually her brain. Really tough time. There were days when she was fine and there were other days when it was like you were talking to a 6 month old baby. Well the night that she passed away, I was sleeping and my grandfather (who also died from cancer in 1992) just appeared when I was in that half awake, half asleep sort of state. He told me that things were about to get harder but that my boyfriend's mom was going to be out of pain very soon and that it was important for me to be there for my boyfriend since it would cause him more pain than anyone else. I swear to you, my whole body was pins and needles the entire time he was there and for a few minutes afterwards. I was in tears, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.

A few minutes later the feeling in my body was slowly coming back and there was a "knock knock knock" on the floor (our bedroom was in the attic) My boyfriend jumped up and went downstairs to see who it was but everyone was asleep. He sat with his mom for a few hours and when we woke up in the morning, she had passed away.

That was the single weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. I've got tears in my eyes just thinking about it. I swear to you, I can remember the exact feelings and emotions and it's so overwhelming. SO yes, I believe there is a god, ghosts and everything in between. I just don't think these things exist in the way people preach them to be. I believe they are different for everyone... But they're real.

wow thats messed....

I have tears in my eyes just trying to imagine the scene ...

Geoff

MY ex g/f used to mess about with black magic etc, and man did she have some fucked up stories to tell. I'm not sure how genuine they all were but comparing 3 people all saw the same thing it seems pretty likely. Basicaly they messed about with some stones and spells etc, the room was suddenly filled with shadows of people all around, then a tortured face apeared at the window and they shit themseles something cronic, 3 people all saw the same thing. Take it for what it's worth but just hearing the story creeped me out.

She was an interesting person, once stood on cold ice looked down and couldn't stop screaming, was convinced she had stood on a corpses arm. Those were freaky times.

I have tears in my eyes just trying to imagine the scene ...

Geoff

you sure it's not the thought of splitting up your marriage by doing Cristina Scabbia

Weird, right? On one hand it scared the hell out of me but on the other hand, it was like 'hey, whether you're ready or not, you need to be strong right now' and it was just mystifying. I don't know. But I will never forget it.

no no ... Apohis, seriously ... I'm so sensitive that I paint things in my head
That's weird but I can clearly imagine how everything happened for Mistress2metal ...

Geoff

no no ... Apohis, seriously ... I'm so sensitive that I paint things in my head
That's weird but I can clearly imagine how everything happened for Mistress2metal ...

Geoff

sorry, I reverted back to Automatic Jerk Status.

It's a sign of a prolific creative and highly aware person to be able to mentally portray something so vividly...


it sounds like Im trying to brown-nose now so Ill shut up

MY ex g/f used to mess about with black magic etc, and man did she have some fucked up stories to tell. I'm not sure how genuine they all were but comparing 3 people all saw the same thing it seems pretty likely. Basicaly they messed about with some stones and spells etc, the room was suddenly filled with shadows of people all around, then a tortured face apeared at the window and they shit themseles something cronic, 3 people all saw the same thing. Take it for what it's worth but just hearing the story creeped me out.

She was an interesting person, once stood on cold ice looked down and couldn't stop screaming, was convinced she had stood on a corpses arm. Those were freaky times.

Shit, you reminded me of something. When I was about 18 I guess, I sort of did a little dabbling with wiccan and pagan magic and I was at work one day, sitting outside smoking a cigarette and this black lady and her son, who was probably about 4 or 5 years old, were going into the store. The kid was screaming at the top of his lungs and trying to pull away from her but she just pulled him into the store and I SWWWWEAAAAAR for a brief second, there was a weird shadowy thing zipping around him. I couldn't figure it out but just chalked it up to the fact that kids are less tainted than adults and more in tune with things around us. He was fine once he got into the store but he was screaming like someone was trying to kill him when they were outside. That was odd. Haven't thought of that in a long time.

Hardly supernatural but a while back I was on a real bad downer and a real bad depression trip, I turned off all the lights and sat bolt upright listening to city pretty loud in the dark, I had the worst feelings of fear, paranoia, anger and regret ive ever felt in my life, I was convinced I wasn't alone in the room and started seeing things moving about but they were too fast to catch with my eyes. Never have I listened to City in pitch black again because I was seriosuly shit scared.

I had to stop my medication in the end since I was seeing things all the time, every object in my room would bend and any figurines would come to life and move about, I would see clowns riding around my room on bikes and by the end of the night I was sat having a conversation with my Dreamcast. Those were also very fucked up times.

Hardly supernatural but a while back I was on a real bad downer and a real bad depression trip, I turned off all the lights and sat bolt upright listening to city pretty loud in the dark, I had the worst feelings of fear, paranoia, anger and regret ive ever felt in my life, I was convinced I wasn't alone in the room and started seeing things moving about but they were too fast to catch with my eyes. Never have I listened to City in pitch black again because I was seriosuly shit scared.

I had to stop my medication in the end since I was seeing things all the time, every object in my room would bend and any figurines would come to life and move about, I would see clowns riding around my room on bikes and by the end of the night I was sat having a conversation with my Dreamcast. Those were also very fucked up times.

You had me until the dreamcast conversation - I've had those things happen, maybe not as severe, but I think your paranoias sort of "come to life" so to speak... you get into a deep little corner of your mind where the normal rules don't apply and it just takes over,....

Thing was I was convinced it was talking to me, even though I couldn't make out what it was saying. I went and sat at the edge of the bed started patting it and talking it as if it was real. In the end I was telling everything in my room to shut up and trying to get some sleep. As soon as I stopped the medication it never happened again. It was probably the mix of stuff I was on, 13 tablets a day isn't healthy.

A quick thought - that old DeathLady from Geoff's adventures turned out to be his avatar

On the supernatural side of life... let me think... Nah, nothing there, just mere coincidences and occurances...

*goes back to writing his comic book script beginning in a cemetary *