@Stewade Where are we on that downvote functionality??
Oooooohhhh, we got us a real smart guy here.quanah said:
If you believe in ghosts you are dumber than dog *****
ballchain said:
I was sitting on the toilet one morning, groganing out the "Hellapeo" Munchie Meal from Jack in the Box I slathered my gullet in during the previous nights' drinking session. The phone rang, startling me, but also helping me wake up a bit....
It was dark the night before. No moon, overcast, and dreary. The wind was gusting 15-20. With each gust, some branches would rake across the edge of the house, letting out a squeal as they clawed their way across the siding. Inside, it sounded like far-off screams of a woman in danger - begging from the shadows for help - hoping, waiting, fading.
My tired eyes tried to focus as I lumbered across the creaking floor, looking for my phone. Upon finding it, I thumbed at the answer button, not paying attention to who was calling. The voice on the other end was crackling, and I couldn't make out what they were saying... was it "help?" Was it "hell?" I don't know - the call dropped.
I gazed around for a moment, trying to collect my bearings. I staggered back toward where I began this journey and, HOLY *****!!!!! Right there in front of me was a most terrifying sight!
Floating in the toilet bowl was a grotesque creature - one which I'd forgot to send downstream. I thought I saw a ghost, but it was just leftovers. I flushed the toilet, and got on with the rest of my morning.
Brian Earl Spilner said:
quanah said:
If you want entertainment, y'all mutha****as need to watch Scooby Doo.
quanah said:
If you believe in ghosts you are dumber than dog *****
quanah said:
If you want entertainment, y'all mutha****as need to watch Scooby Doo.
AnyOtherName said:Quote:
Redass : what church camp is that. You should tell the name so people don't send their kids there.
It happens at every church camp, so good luck with that. I have plenty of christian summer camp spiritual warfare stories. Also, have a few friends that have had first hand experiences with it.
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This one is pretty weak compared to summer camp stories
One of my personal experiences was during winter break one year while I was in college. My friend and I were both youth leaders in college. He went to TCU and we brought one of our friends who was an Aggie and also a non practicing Jew out to my TCU friend's property. A plot of 100 acres outside of Dallas in Wylie, Texas.
Our plan was just to hang out, make a fire, roast some hot dogs, and just catch up. We ended up getting into the discussion about our faith and was starting to get interesting Out of the side of us we hear foot steps coming from the distance. We listened and thought it was prob a skunk or a raccoon, but these footsteps sounded too similar to a humans. They got closer and closer. I grabbed the hatchet we brought for the wood, and my friends grabbed whatever was around them.
Remember these are 3 college dudes all stone cold scared of whatever was walking at us and none of us doubted that they were human steps. We were yelling at whatever was coming at us to stop, but couldn't see a thing past the line of trees by us. The steps kept coming from 100 feet or so. We all freaked and decided to throw everything in the jeep and get the hell out of there. As we were pulling away we stopped next to area we were sitting to dump water on the ashes from the car window and as we were doing that we heard a deep deep laugh come from right behind the trees.
We sped the hell out of there like a bunch of little girls in shock and went to Waffle House afterwards and pretty much had to explain to our friend that it was a clear case of warfare going on.
I'll share some summer camp stories tonight when everyone is going to bed.
I'd be more upset about the fact that you lived in a bathroom.sharkenleo said:
Legend in my dorm has it that a dude killed himself in the shower a few years back on the third floor, two doors down from the RA's dorm. And I heard the story last semester. Where do I live this semester? On the third floor, two doors down from the RA. And I hadn't even remembered the story till now. And now I'm freaked out.
Screw that. I say you should go home and mock the ghost, and let it know that the house is yours, and there is nothing it can do to make you leave.BenFiasco14 said:
Sounds like your house is haunted.
I'd recommend calling a priest or Bruce Campbell (perhaps both) ASAP.
In the meantime, lie a line of salt in front of your kids' bedroom doors and yours as well. I'd also invest in a wooden stake and some garlic just in case.
Geralt of Rivia said:Screw that. I say you should go home and mock the ghost, and let it know that the house is yours, and there is nothing it can do to make you leave.BenFiasco14 said:
Sounds like your house is haunted.
I'd recommend calling a priest or Bruce Campbell (perhaps both) ASAP.
In the meantime, lie a line of salt in front of your kids' bedroom doors and yours as well. I'd also invest in a wooden stake and some garlic just in case.
That should go over well
Maybe get a Ouija board and ask a few questions in the living room. If it catches fire, well, these things happen.BenFiasco14 said:
Sounds like your house is haunted.
I'd recommend calling a priest or Bruce Campbell (perhaps both) ASAP.
In the meantime, lie a line of salt in front of your kids' bedroom doors and yours as well. I'd also invest in a wooden stake and some garlic just in case.
Found it.redass89 said:
I hate telling this story because to this day it still really bothers me, but here it goes....
A few years ago I worked at a summer camp all summer (ill leave the name out of the story). It is a Christian camp, we (counselors) did a lot of spreading the good word to campers. It was a very spiritual place. Of course, with spirituality comes spiritual warfare....during orientation we were warned/encouraged to read through and know ephesians. People told stories about waking up in the middle of the night and having kids speaking in tongues and seeing huge black figures (that were much bigger than anyone at the camp) standing in the middle of the cabins looking at them. I didn't believe in that stuff, so I just assumed people were just screwing with us newbies to the camp. But then this happened to me.....
After working there about a month, me and some other counselors were up late having a very good bible study. We had a long prayer and left, each going in different directions. My friend and I were walking back to our cabins (he was in the one right next to me). We happened to be in between sessions this particular night, so the kids were not there. So myself and my buddy get to our cabin and we "Y" to each go to to our separate cabins (doors were separated by about 15 feet). Right as I get to my door I hear my friends door squeak open and then I hear him say "Oh My God" as he falls to his knees. I sprinted over to his door confused because the kids were not there. Right as I get to the door I see one of the steel bunk-beds that the campers sleep on being dragged from the corner of the room to the center. Like someone was standing at one end dragging it (let me remind you that NO ONE was in the room). It was dragged about six feet before it stopped being drug. Then it was chunked like someone was "hammer throwing" it across the room so violently that left the ground and slammed into another set of steel bunk-beds and bent both of the frames.
Needless to say, it was hands-down the scariest thing I've ever witnessed with my own eyes. I spent the rest of the night in the sanctuary in prayer and quit the next day....I've never been back since.
Brian Earl Spilner said:Found it.redass89 said:
I hate telling this story because to this day it still really bothers me, but here it goes....
A few years ago I worked at a summer camp all summer (ill leave the name out of the story). It is a Christian camp, we (counselors) did a lot of spreading the good word to campers. It was a very spiritual place. Of course, with spirituality comes spiritual warfare....during orientation we were warned/encouraged to read through and know ephesians. People told stories about waking up in the middle of the night and having kids speaking in tongues and seeing huge black figures (that were much bigger than anyone at the camp) standing in the middle of the cabins looking at them. I didn't believe in that stuff, so I just assumed people were just screwing with us newbies to the camp. But then this happened to me.....
After working there about a month, me and some other counselors were up late having a very good bible study. We had a long prayer and left, each going in different directions. My friend and I were walking back to our cabins (he was in the one right next to me). We happened to be in between sessions this particular night, so the kids were not there. So myself and my buddy get to our cabin and we "Y" to each go to to our separate cabins (doors were separated by about 15 feet). Right as I get to my door I hear my friends door squeak open and then I hear him say "Oh My God" as he falls to his knees. I sprinted over to his door confused because the kids were not there. Right as I get to the door I see one of the steel bunk-beds that the campers sleep on being dragged from the corner of the room to the center. Like someone was standing at one end dragging it (let me remind you that NO ONE was in the room). It was dragged about six feet before it stopped being drug. Then it was chunked like someone was "hammer throwing" it across the room so violently that left the ground and slammed into another set of steel bunk-beds and bent both of the frames.
Needless to say, it was hands-down the scariest thing I've ever witnessed with my own eyes. I spent the rest of the night in the sanctuary in prayer and quit the next day....I've never been back since.
6 years later, "spiritual warfare" still makes me laugh.