INTERESTING!
And, I don't know......next post....:Bolt:
No, really, logically, I would say I believe in very little about the "supernatural". Ghosts, I do believe in them, but I have reason to. Demons, I'm afraid the idea that horned ones popping in from other dimensions and vampires running around the sewers is slightly more believable. Does that make me a bad Catholic?
I guess MAYBE if I stretched the ghost theory far enough, I might be able to say that a ghost could take over a body and so therefore maybe a BAD person's ghost could "possess" a person. But, your basic demons that people talk about, I think are less likely than the Loch Ness Monster, Big Foot AND Aliens combined....and I do believe in those three!:lmao:
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But, you didn't SAY it was a ghost story thread!
I don't know, mine aren't very spooky, my aunt has better ones.
Most of you know my Mom died when I was born and I also had a best friend die when I was 13.
Most of them are just times when I feel "hugged".
But, my friend has been a bit more spooky. On the way home from the funeral, Phil Collins' Against All Odds came on the radio. Sure, pretty common at the time. It was quite eerie how well it fit with the scenerio.
As I got older, it's obviously become more and more rare to hear on the radio. And yet, MANY times when I'm horribly miserable, crying, sad, scared...things of that sort, it just pops on the radio. Three times on the way out of the cemetary to visit. And, in fact, just the other day when I was worried about my Dad's surgery, I got in the car to get my daughter and was worried and concerned that my Mom hadn't called yet and kind of half praying for someone up there to watch out for him and it popped on.
There was only one big one.
On one trip to the cemetary a few years ago (it was actually on the way between home and where I went to college) I had my dog with me. I lugged the poor thing everywhere. He was my first Chow and I was REALLY BIG on socializing him as a puppy.
Anyway, we were on our way to see my parents and I thought I might just bop by the cemetary to say hi and "show off" my puppy. (I know, not much to show a grave other than the possibility the dog would pee on the headstone, but it made sense to me.) I stopped the car and got out and the puppy LEAPT over the front seat and out the door (which he NEVER did and was barely big enough to do) and went tearing through the cemetary barking and growling like a lunatic.
There was stupid me, running behind him, looking for any cemetary workers or visitors and not being able to figure out why my sweet, adorable puppy was suddenly acting like Cujo.
He ran top speed through the cemetary and stopped short right in front of my friend's headstone barking and growling at the air.
He'd never been to the cemetary before and I just kept kind of staring around me to see if anyone was watching this insanity and had the chills like mad. (Not "supernatural" chills like they talk about, just creepy chills.)
I finally just said, "Ummmm...I brought my puppy to see you?" And the dog suddenly stopped all the barking and growling and went back to his normal, adorable self, like nothing had ever happened.
He never did it again. In fact, the next time I brought him, he was just a goofball and wanted to run all over the place for a place to pee.
But, it was enough to convince me.