This is my ghost story.
I was vacationing in a small cottage by a lake. I was so close to the water that I could hear the waves lapping against the shore every night when I went to bed. But on the second night, I heard something else, a kind of mournful singing. At first I thought it was a loon. But when I went to the window to look out, I saw her.
There was a young woman in a white nightdress walking along the shore, and she was singing. The song had no words, or at least no words I recognized. It is quite possible she was singing in a language I didn't know.
I was mesmerized, and just watched her as she walked past my window and out of sight.
Of course, it's possible that she was a sleepwalker, or someone playing a prank, or maybe just a musically-inclined girl who liked to go for walks in the middle of the night, but I like to think I saw a ghost.
It makes for a better story that way.
I realize most people probably aren't interested in hearing this, but...
Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zip. I have never experienced anything supernatural. Now, I don't necessarily not believe in the supernatural because of this, though, I do think the only way I can believe is if it happens to me. I don't think that people who claim they've seen ghosts or UFOs or whatever are lying...usually. (There is the whole Fourth Kind incident, which I've decided is a cover up for a cultist society that kidnaps members of their communities and eats them. Seriously, I watched the entire movie and came up with the whole scenario. Okay, so I'm joking, but I think a cultist society is a lot more plausible than alien abduction. That's just me.) I myself have not experienced anything and see no reason to believe I will in the future, and that is my story.
Нет, не заслуживает. Но он должен быть прощён. Это нужно прощающему, а не предателю.
Некоторые думают, что можно простить на первый раз. Предавая, человек переступает невидимую границу между добром и злом, а дальше - перестает адекватно воспринимать их очертания. Предательство становится образом жизни. Человек даже считает, что несет в мир добро. Дегенерация в чистом виде. Он очень себе нравится и не замечает в зеркале уродливого отражения своей гордыни.
Для того, кого предали, мир переворачивается с ног на голову, и, слава богу, если человеку удастся снова собрать себя в единое целое после такого. Можно понять, можно даже принять факт, что так бывает. Можно жить дальше. Никто и не заметит, что с ним не ладно (все это глубоко внутри), но рубец останется навсегда. Доверие между людьми - драгоценность, его так мало. Если вдруг тебе его подарили, нужно беречь это, как самое дорогое. Стоит ли топтать ногами слабый огонек?
Можно ли простить? - Простить нужно СЕБЯ за излишнюю доверчивость (часто это воспринимается как слабость и неадекват). Научиться жить, сначала с этим, позже без него. Как говорится, "похерить в бозе". А в остальном - бог простит. Он мудрый.
А ему это надо? Все зависит от деталей, от мелочей. Такой вопрос в ОБЩЕМ не решить.Работали мы с партнером душа в душу семь лет, а потом он взял и кинул меня да еше и обокрал. Вроде все ясно, а в глубине души я его понимаю - побоялся что я его кину и решил не мучиться сомнениями (Быть или не быть?), а сыграть на опережение. Уметь верить и доверять - это я вам скажу тяжело. Понимаю, что какими-то своими поступками дал усомниться в своей искренности и порядочности, что может сам подтолкнул его к этому предательству, но от этого он для меня не становится порядочным человеком и это не значит, что я его прощу. Правда я думаю, что ему это глубоко по барабану.
Наверное, предавших прощать необходимо. Просто сделать это очень трудно. Ведь ничто так не ценится, как доверие.
Уходя, надо оставаться человеком, выполнять ранее взятые на себя обязательства. Нельзя где-то насрать и при этом остаться "белым и пушистым".
I was pretty angry and pretty much in a dark place for a very long time. I had a hell of a time and it wasn't until fairly recently that I got my act together and moved back after a seven year absence of living full time in this house. I was nervous, because weird shit happened around me all the time. I've been back and so far, I've only had a couple of nights where I heard someone breathing behind me which freaked me out. Other than that, nothing has happened.
My mother has said that because I don't have that darkness in me, whatever it was that was more or less feeding on all the blackness I had and now that it has nothing to feed on, it's moved away.
I'm fine with that, to be honest.
На самом деле любить себя, а самое главное признавать что ты не идеален и не пытаться скрыть это от окружающих и в первую очередь от самого себя - трудно и этому нужно учиться со временем, не сразу. На мой взгляд полюбить себя настоящего тяжело и жить с пониманием этого еще тяжелее. Мы всю жизнь стремимся себя сделать лучше. Начиная с улучшения внешней этикетки и заканчивая тем, что выдаем какие то увлечения или привычки за свои, которые таковыми не являются. Но мы делаем это, т.к. это - модно, и принято быть в обществе. Если ты не как все, то ты кажешься странным.
Быть как все и иметь собственное мнение невозможно. Если ты как все - то и мнения у тебя своего нет. Ты слился со всеми, и ты уже не личность, а просто амеба, которая лишь своим присутствием увеличивает количество живого материала на определенной территории Земли.
After that we took the cd out, and each night it was light clockwork; watch the time, watch the player, watch it cut on, get up and turn it back off, then get back to whatever I was doing.
Спустя пару дней эта самая Оля заболела... и тут начались весьма интересные события происходить. Начали приходить всякого рода милые СМС-ки от нее, начала меня при общении называть исключительно как "милый", "дорогой" и т. д.... постоянные сообщения о том как хочет быстрее меня увидеть, как соскучилась и все в таком роде... Вот спустя 3 недели мы встретились... и.... и ничего. Я бы сказал даже провели время хуже, чем обычно... и вот наступает очередная суббота в которую мы должны встретится... 22,10,2011! Сегодня (в пятницу) Оля позвонила и спрашивает, не буду ли я против если она погуляет с одним другом, которого я слегка знаю. ну я как бы и не особо против был, по скольку все одна компания, я сам часто гуляю вдвоем с другими подругами, но это просто прогулки, и ничего больше. Поэтому тут особо нечего предъявлять ей. Пошла гулять с этим парнем, говорила, что им надо о чем то чисто вдвоем поговорить, но потом встретили еще одну нашу общую подругу и пошли гулять уже втроем! Вот тут блин, если встреча перешла из приват в публичную, то почему бы не позвать всех остальных в том числе и меня, а? Так вот, пришла домой пьяная... и пишет мне "Петь, мы завтра не сможем увидеться, меня родители запалили..."... а знаете, что самое смешное? То что она сказала родителям, что идет гулять со мной! И сказала: "Если Тебе папа позвонит, скажи мол я отошла там куда то!"... Договорились, что завтра сам к ней съезжу, поговорим.
Вот и что мне делать, а? Понимаете, ближе ее у меня никого сейчас нету. Раньше все было просто супер... а теперь наши отношения летят в тартарары. При этом она мне постоянно высказывают огромную кучу благодарностей за то, что я у нее есть, что так о ней забочусь, как никто другой и никогда. И я очень ее люблю, но такую, какой она была до похода на эту ночь кино и не ее ту очень не хватает... а сейчас... а сейчас я вижу все больше пофигизма в свою сторону!
Course, I had to be an idiot and take the Microsoft and Linux path as opposed to the Cisco and Linux path, I'm pretty sure I'd be learning more if I went that route (not learning anything from the Windows Server administration courses, beyond how inappropriate virtual machines are for learning how to set up a domain controller, which tends to be repeated about halfway through each class).
The next day.. on our way down.. I wasn't really looking where i was going.. and I fell off the cliff. I felt like something pulled my bag so I did not fall like a Ferrari dashing through a red light.. I fell like a feather from a birds wing falling on the ground.
The cliff was as high as 4 floors of an apartment... and I had no scratch no broken bones what so ever.
there was another night that i was home alone again and my bedroom was in the basement and you could hear people walking thru every room upstairs. I thought i had left the door unlocked so i went upstairs with a baseball bat and phone and couldnt find anyone and that was the last time that when my parents left the house that i would ever stay by myself.
Но стоит вычеркнуть его из своей жизни, т.к. предаст еще раз.
That new development area has more houses in it now.
Yay for them.
When I started hearing stories (serious ones, not let's-freak-the-kids-out ones) from my family members about seeing shadows on the wall I took precautionary measures so I wouldn't share their experience. I used to cover myself with a blanket so I wouldn't see anything since my bed was facing the hallway. One night when I was nine my mom found me nearly dead because, according to her, I was just a few minutes away from suffocation. Dumb kid much? Needless to say, I never did that again. It's not a good morning when the first thing your mom says to you is, "You almost died last night."
My mom woke me up another night because the kid we were babysitting (oblivious to our situation) came to her in tears telling her that he'd heard heavy footsteps in the kitchen. That was a very uncomfortable rest of the night squashed together on the loveseat, let me tell you.
I could sit here and type up a whole seven year's worth of stories but you probably already think I'm more than crazy so I'll stop it there. Ghosts though, I definitely believe in them. If anybody else has a story they'd like to share I would love to hear it.
Незнаю, что за предательство но как бы между прочим, измена не всегда предательство.
For this moment of my life - yes. I always forgive everyone for everything.
My revenge is possible but in case of serious damage to my life or to life of someone from my family. Thanks God, he don't let such situation occur. That is the reason why I learned to forgive people and not to hold any negative deeply in soul.
I forgave and gave other chances to such people, but they considered me to be stupid fool and weak jerk.
Thus, the current tendency is that I forgive but I never forget. I just make my conclusion and try to avoid such people at all.
To cross them out from my life. And this moment is irreversible.
OH LAWD! Actually, in the second house my family lived in, EVERYONE experienced weird things.
My brother and my mother were luckiest, I think. One night the three of us were in my room watching late night TV. I was eight or so, and wasn't yet used to staying up, so I fell asleep in short order. My mother and my brother both swear to this day that the entire room suddenly lit up, with incredibly bright light. They disagree on the color of the light (my brother says it was blue, my mother says it was pink. I suspect she saw pink because I had... pink curtains shut up) but what they both agree on was that there was absolutely no sound. No helicopter blade thudding, nothing. My brother went to the window to see what was going on, and he says that the light ended just above the treeline, but nothing was visible. They both agree that the sky then went as bright as day, and then the light disappeared.
My mother is not the sort to tell me this kind of story just to poke fun at me, and while my brother IS, he couldn't keep a straight face if it was false.
My mother also saw something else the night we came home from my grandfather's funeral. There was a hallway that connected my bedroom door and that of my grandparents', and the lights were off because we were mostly getting ready for bed. I was already asleep, still being of a pretty young age, and my mother was watching something on TV. She says she saw a little ball of blue light, traveling very slowly towards my room from my grandparents'. She insists it was not a passing car's headlights, and it really couldn't have been because 1. the hallway was open on one side, so there was no wall for any headlights to reflect off of and 2. we were on the second floor, too high up for headlights to reach unless someone silly decided to ramp up the driveway. When she realized the light was coming closer, my mother called out "who's there", and the light immediately winked out.
My own personal experience was less dramatic. One night I woke up around midnight, feeling kinda thirsty. I was about to brave going downstairs (I <i>hated</i> the ground floor and basement of the house, because they felt very creepy) and I was sitting at the top of the curving staircase that led to the foyer when I noticed a blue light coming from the direction of the kitchen. From the top of that staircase, you couldn't actually see into the kitchen, and we definitely had no appliances or...well, anything, that gave off a blue light. I don't mean it was like, vaguely blue either, it was BLUE. Still, I thought maybe a family member was down there, so I called out "Mom?" a couple of times. No response, no noise. I went back to my room, pulled the covers over my head and slept with the lights on.
My mother and I also saw something one night when we were driving home. Up in the sky were REALLY BRIGHT ovals, about six or seven, clustered together and all of them much, much larger than an airplane would've been at that distance. All of them moved erratically back and forth, up and down, very quickly, and what was weirder was that they looked like they were all <i>behind</i> clouds. I've ruled out searchlights, because they don't move that fast, you can usually see at least some of the beam, and any reflections they make off of clouds don't tend to be so sharp and clear. I don't know what the heck they were.
There were also just "bad feelings" about certain areas of that house. If you looked at it from a bird's eye view, all the rooms on one half of the house had the bad feeling. The rest were okay. Some of those rooms, I didn't want to be alone in, and I often felt like I was being watched, or that I was in someone else's home, if that makes any sense.
NOW THAT I'VE GIVEN MYSELF THE WILLIES, IT'S BEDTIME!
Сам прошел через это ,это червяк тебя грызёт ,начинается внутренняя война, это реально как считается что на правом плече ангел а на левом чёрт. Ну и вот ангел да прости у вас дети сколько вмести прошли ,да и сам ты вон чего ????,а чёрт ты чего сдурел ты же мужик или тряпка да все друзья и знакомые знают и смеются над тобой (и ты начинаешь реально над этим задумываться и всматриваться в глаза своих знакомых ).Другое дело ты можешь сам искать оправдание её измены потому что тебе так лучше ,так удобней ,да тебя наверняка страшит тот факт что если её не простить то тогда надо что-то делать ,а это сложно ,дети душевная травма, квартира которую надо будит пилить ,страшит что надо будит поменять весь сложившийся возможно за многие годы уклад жизни (да и как я без своего любимого диванчика) ,и бывает так что прощают пытаясь изменить судьбу (а как говорят японцы от судьбы не уйдёшь а жизнь просто иллюзия ),говоря себе что есть я, ну извинила не сотрётся ,дети вот главное ,а потом ты начинаешь себя ненавидеть и говорить себе слабак живёшь с блядью.
Так что если ты просто проводишь соц опрос то это моё мнение,а если просишь совета то это совет ,
For the record I am so into this topic it's quite disturbing lol. But yes something to fill in the blanks between the drought of posts on this LJ.
A little bit of history, my dad and paternal granddad both have the Sight. Meaning that the both of them could see ghosts. I still remember the terrifying yet amusing as all hell story my late granddad told me about how he got chased by This Ghost but that's another story for another time.
Then again since this IS a fic/writing journal of sorts I guess it's fitting that I'm writing about this topic. Even if the stories are on a more personal level. Prepare for word vomit now.
Anyways when I was about 14/15 my family moved into one of those double storey apartments where the bedrooms were all located on the second floor. I don't remember ever recalling anything... Negative about the house, but basically things went to hell and the family almost split up during our stay in the house. My granddad stayed with us, and you could say I took over his bedroom about two months after he passed away. I remember there would be the sound of a little girl giggling directly outside my bedroom window at 3/4 am in the morning. The disturbing thing about this was the fact that there was no way directly possible for anyone much less a small girl to actually be able to be directly outside said window without floating or having a ladder. Then there was that one Chinese New Year where I ended up sleeping at 6/7am (Just a couple hours nap really since we left the house at 11 for visiting after) when I had my windows shut tight before I collapsed into bed. The freaky shit about that was as I was in that half-asleep half-awake state something suddenly started banging against the bedroom window. Banging as in someone slamming their fist against the window demanding to be let in kinda bang. Found out later that day that there had been an eclipse around the time it happened. Whether or not the two are linked I leave you to be the judge.
Now the downsides of having a Dad who can 'See' and literally Sense these kinda things is having him pop into your room in the middle of the night telling you to not step out of the bedroom and then heading to bed is... Unnerving, to say the least. That and the fact that both him (and the dog I got last year) hated to step into my room for any reason unless they absolutely had to was... Yea.
The final straw though that really scared the hell out of me was what my dad told me after we had moved out of the place into another which was thankfully in a different neighbourhood. Apparently I had not been living alone in that room. According to him there had been what was a black shadow/presence with an evil aura of sorts that had been hanging around me while I was living in that room. And after we moved out of the house and took apart the altar it moved out of my room and took up residence in the kitchen. Creepy little girl laughter and furious bangs on the window I can handle. The black shadow with the evil aura that is supposedly a demon? I have never been so thankful in my life to move out of a god damned house before.
But not everything takes place at home, as I found out the past year I've been working at the Starbucks near my place. It has complete outdoor seating and the only parts which have air-conditioning to them are the backroom and what we call the fish tank that is the bar/cashier area. I've seen black and white shadows moving back and forth across the windows and I swear I've had things stalk me to the trash dump and back to store when I go on my trash runs. Which I normally go on my own except for one time where I got too damned freaked out to go on my own. My god brother (Bless his soul I still don't know what I did to deserve someone like him) thankfully didn't ask too many questions until we got into the cab. Reason for me being so creeped out? We have this huge bin with wheels that we use on our trash runs and I had it parked out of the way in the corridor behind the store. And every time I walked by it out of the corner of my eye I would see a old, ancient tiny little man no taller than the bin standing next to it just staring at me every time I passed by. Which was pretty often since I would pass by it bringing stuff back and forth to wash. And as expected every time I stopped and did a double take he wouldn't be there, but if I were to look out of the corner of my eye he would be. Standing there, in the same exact position just staring. It didn't help that I already was starting to have one of those chill run down my spine very bad feeling about the place in general that evening. If my god brother/manager hadn't agreed to follow me when I went for trash run even now it makes me cold just thinking about what could have happened to me. Thankfully it hasn't repeated itself since then but I'm a little overly paranoid now when it comes to working the closing shifts.
Long post, long rant but I'm pretty much done here. If the writing/language is crap I'm using "I just finished shift" as an excuse. Still hope you enjoyed it, I know I'm not since I just scared the hell out of myself again thinking of these stories. ♥
So, a few weeks ago, somehow and for whatever reason, I decided to outside during the night (it wasn't too late, though it was totally dark out) to check on some rat's cages by the shed, which is less than 5 meters away from the house, and as I walked back inside, I saw something flash right in front of my eyes. It resembled a young boy wearing a blue jacket and it was gone in a split second. It wasn't creepy nor scary, but it certainly made me jump back and run inside afterwards.
Never had anything remotely strange happen either before or after this.
A few years ago my cat ran away and I assume got hit by a car or something or else he would have come back. Anyway we threw away all his things(cat food, cat bowl, toys, catnip etc.) but at night I would hear cat food being eaten downstairs in the kitchen and then it would stop. A few times afterward I would hear tiny cat-like steps walking from the bathroom all the way down the hall to my room and then stop right outside the closed door. About a year after that first cat ran away I got a new one and suddenly all the noises just stopped; I never hear him walkng around or eatting food; I swear it was my first cats ghost or something. It didn't so much as freak me out as weird me out.
Something else happened a few summers ago near the start of the school year. It was about 5am and I was in bed with my dog Morgan and all my lights were off. For some reason I felt strongly that something was watching me and my eyes kept being drawn to the corner between my bookshelf and the window. That corner is darker than the rest of my room and never gets much light in it and I felt like something was there watching me. I just thought I'd would just lay there awake until 6am when the sun was starting to come up since I live by the horror movie rule that everything is okay when the sun comes up, but I just kept getting more and more freaked out and scared as time was going by I had no idea why that was. Eventually I felt like it was like going all over my room and I started just trying to watch everywhere because I felt like something was about to jump out at me. Eventually it got so bad I started praying to God(which I barely ever do) to help me and I kept recting the Lord's Prayer which I only knew because of that necklace commercial. I kept looking around everywhere and especially towards the corner and I saw a weird bright white like foot wide light on my window shade next to the corner. It was reall weird because I had never seen it before then and my windowshades are thick so no light can shine through them. I then started looking around the room to see if it was reflecting off of something since light comes in throungh the tiny spaces between my shades and the wall, but I couldn't find anything. I had no idea what it was and eventually it turned daytime and I was finally able to go to sleep. I woke up in the afternoon and figured that the light could have been coming off of DS since it was the only new thing that had been brought into my room that night but I found it wasen't that reflective so I figured some sort of light must of made it's way through my shades somehow so I turned my DS up as bright as I could and put it right up against the back of my shades but I couldn't see the light through it at all. I haven't seen the light since then or prayed so much since then but sometimes at the end of summer I feel something watching me in that corner; just not as strong as it was and I now sleep with a Bible and recite the Lord's Prayer whenever I start getting that scared again.
-- > I remember when I was in the middle of my beautiful dream , it was already 3:00 am so I have to wake up for school . So my cellphone alarmed and I opened my eyes slowly .. The climax is when I saw a man which I don't know , starring at me and he stays in front of me >.<
huh !! what a scary night . know what I did ?? I get my pillow and cover my face so hard. i failed to go to school because of that incident ..
Лучше поверить предателю, чем не поверить брату. Ибо если веришь предателю, то спасёшь своё дело, из-за которого тебя предают. Если не поверишь брату, то спасая себя, погубишь общее дело. Тогда и тебе нет смысла более держаться за оное. Если это дело жизни, то погубишь и детей своих. Не ищи тех, кто хочет тебя убить, ибо оные всегда прячутся и в засаде, и подставят под твой кулак брата твоего. Наберись терпения и увидишь предателей, и простишь их, ибо они уже получили своё. Храни Бог
Недавно нашла на страничке одной знакомой. очень в тему. Перечитываю теперь часто)
"Живи ! Пока тебе живется ! Устал ? Возьми и отдышишь ! Упал ? Держись за руку друга ! А если друга нет... Молись ! Попросят ? Ты отдай, не думай. Не оценили ? Не сердись. Закрыли дверь ? Не возвращайся... Хотят учить тебя ? Учись ! Спешат предать ? Не поддавайся ! А предали ? Прощеньем мсти ! Открыли душу ? Открывайся...Но все до капли не дари ! Когда-нибудь тебе придется, вернуться к этим же словам. Живи ! Пока тебе живется ! А Бог все видит здесь и там".
But my overall favorite class (that I've EVER taken) was orchestra in high school. (And middle school, because I had the same teacher). I miss that class so much, and I haven't played my violin for a couple of months now ( D: D: D:) because something's wrong with my A tuning peg. And like I even have money to fix it. But. Seriously. I can't imagine what my life would be like now without that class. Or without any of my music teachers (thanks Karah, Ms. G, and daddy).
Also. It's almost 5am. Not cool, man. Not cool.
there's also nothing like having some really nice pens to write with, speaking of classes. or some really nice pencils. and a new spiral notebook. fuck.