I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. When you support Shop Catalog, you are supporting a community of authors, artists and creatives all over the world. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn't take. You know that's not really a little girl, don't you? Think of a person moving their arms like wings gracefully. I'm going to slow down and let them by. The Drive-By From formerlydickmove on : We were camping once, driving through some city, my dad was driving, my mom on the passenger seat, and I was kneeling behind them leaning on the boot that separated the truck from the camper. My brother and his family live in the house now, and they hear unexplainable sounds every so often, but nothing like what happened that winter.
Soon after all of this began happening, I started having episodes again. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. That night, Mercedes came down very ill. In her final moments, she would swat and hiss at something in the air. It was dark outside but this figure was more opaque so I could see this going on. It lifted me out of the bed by my hair and whipped me all over the room. My parents owned a small business that often brought clients to our remote little homestead, and over the years, we met some rather odd people.
These reminders cover all aspects of life: graduating, growing up, feeling lost, loving too much, struggling to find love, struggling to move on, trying to let go or going through a quarter life crisis. The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind. Nevertheless, he left after his consultation with my parents, but later at dinner, everyone admitted that he set them on edge. I asked my mom what she saw, and she said it was nothing.
Like it or not, the list as a legit writing form is here to stay. He started babbling about a little blond girl who isn't really a little girl. It's easy to consume, reads quickly, delivers information efficiently, and sometimes, changes lives seriously. As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week.
So I call Danny and check in with him. Exorcist Part 2 From Lori on : It was my 40th birthday. Side effects include trying scary-looking seafood, deciding to meet some of your coworker's friends for happy hour to expand your social group, and signing up for a salsa class. I was watching tv in the living room when I heard the doorbell ring. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905.
I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified. We kinda brushed it off as he was a kid and imagining or dreaming it. Sit down, buckle up, and prepare for 8 of the creepiest stories ever! Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman. The Little Girl That Wasn't From LadySparrow on : I lived in a house from hell for 4 years, from age 11 to 16 There was constantly something happening.
None of my stuff was missing or stolen and nothing happened, but it freaked the hell out of me. This book is more of a manual on how to navigate the hurdles of life and overcome them. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. You left, and you weren't supposed to. Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier.
Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. I could not walk the next day and I was sore below my waist. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie. I moved him into a different bedroom as this was now our spare room. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine.
She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents who did not want to believe. His demeanor was very strange and he was very interested in our black Persian cat named Mercedes. It was no mask, because you could see through the jaws. Then lifting me up again and throwing me down on the bed! Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley. Any questions, always feel free to drop us a line at.
As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and 20 or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies. I call her back and let her know all is well. After this, many strange things began happening around our home. As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Cursed House From leslieinlouisville on : When I was about 8-9, we lived in a house that my father built for us in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.