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[rat girl]

DarkPrincess, on Apr 11 2006, 01:41 PM, said:

HalloweenPixie, on Apr 10 2006, 04:35 PM, said:

He HAD been a Real Person at some time, he's just minus a flesh and blood body now is all


lol true darkprincess. Now, I'm just curious if casper and that boy I saw years ago are the same. Course I'd settle for casper returning my dvd's at this point. I finally got my fork and teapot back.

LOL that's good! I'm still missing so many things at this point that I've stopped worrying about it! I used to be a pretty heavy smoker, one day I went and got a pack of cigarettes and when I got home I laid them on the kitchen table and went to the bathroom, when I came back I made a cup of tea and went to pick up the pack. It was gone. I retraced my steps thinking I had lost my mind and laid them elsewhere Finally after a hour of searching I was going back to the store to get a new pack, I grabbed my shoes from the closet and there was the pack of cigs in my shoe!!! Sheesh.

LOL something or someone was maybe trying to tell you something!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

did you give up smoking after that??

[kats_god]

I would have.

Here is a new question on this same subject. Did your parents believe in "the boogey man"?

[GhostCat]

kats_god, on Apr 12 2006, 05:24 PM, said:

I would have.

Here is a new question on this same subject. Did your parents believe in "the boogey man"?

My parents did not, but I sure did. We had a second stairway in our house off of a big back hallway, which was not used much, my older brother told me that is where the "Boogey Man" lived. I stayed out of there. I also thought the Boogey Man" also slept under my bed, so when the lights were out, I would run and jump quick so he wouldn't grab my feet.

[DarkPrincess]

kats_god, on Apr 12 2006, 05:24 PM, said:

I would have.

Here is a new question on this same subject. Did your parents believe in "the boogey man"?

Nope! My Mother got VERY ticked off whenever my sisters or cousins tried to pull the Boogy Man crap on me. I was Always scared of the dark when I was little, had to really work hard at it when I was a teenager to get past it to some degree.

Edited by DarkPrincess, 12 April 2006 - 07:36 PM.

[kats_god]

But why were you afrade of the dark?

[DarkPrincess]

kats_god, on Apr 13 2006, 07:59 AM, said:

But why were you afrade of the dark?

That's a good question, and I don't have an answer. I just always was for as long as I can remember even to this day at nearly 39 years old (in June) I still have a problem with dark, Not out side, but inside. Closterphobia doesn't help either. Drives me Mad! I hate basements with a passion and to be honest, I avoid basements if at all possible, tornado season is the worst for me, If I'm alone in the house with just the dogs, I won't hit the basement unless I can actually SEE the tornado. If I don't see it I don't bother. The dogs hate our basement too, none go down there unless I physically carry them down. and even then they are shivering and fussing around, No Problem getting them back up though...I open the safe room door and they are gone like little furry bullets. LOL I feel the same way, all to often when forced to go down it's all I can do not to fly up those stairs. LOL

[civilwarbuff]

i had an imaginary friend named tito.where in the world i got that name i dont know.i didnt even know of the jackson 5 back then.when i was younger i use to hear whispers in my room.my sister who was always asleep never heard it.we shared a room.my parents thought i had an overactive imagination.but i dont ever remember seeing him.just talking to him.but the whispers sounded like more than one person talking.i couldnt make anything out but it scared me as a kid.my sister never had an imaginary friend.her loss huh.

maybe thats why i have always loved the paranormal.it started out when i was very young.

[kats_god]

I think this is a pretty interesting thread so I figured i'd wake it back up and see if any newer villagers would like to add some.

[kats_god]

kats_god, on Mar 27 2006, 02:23 PM, said:

Now that we are older and think back to childhood....were some to the thing that we encountered real? Most of us have had imaginary friend but were they imaginary or paranormal? The boogey man, was he made up by our parents or was there really somebody or something there? What do you think.

Back when I was little I remember having an imaginary dog that I would play with. The strange thing is that we own 3 or 4 dogs at any given time....so there was no need for me to make beleave I had one. Could it have been a puppy that had died in that house?

Anybody else have anything like that happen to them? Lets hear it.

Here is the original post from 2006

[biada]

From age 9-12, I use to see shadow people. Just dark silhouette staring at me from a distance as I slept or just walking about the house.

I didn't see any eyes. And they didn't disappear once I saw them. (most say they see it from the corner of their eyes). I saw them dead on.

1st time lasted for a long time. It was a women with curly hair, and she just watched me. While I was sleeping.

2nd time, was a man walking from the kitchen to the living room. Last for about 30 seconds, he turned around, ducked, covered his head, and vanished into thin air.

Once we moved out, I no longer saw anything.

So I believed that house was haunted. And what I saw was real.

Edited by biada, 30 September 2009 - 05:09 PM.

[dancinmiriam]

Thank you, Kats, for bringing back the thread. I wanted, first, to say to Redhead what a beautiful story of your 'imaginary' friend Harold! You related it perfectly - I felt the pathos of that story right through the monitor. I grew up with fairly 'believing' parents - my mom held rather unorthodox beliefs as it was, and my dad had grown up with a family from the Appalachians with lots of stories of the local 'witch' and how my grandmother could doctor any illness/wound, magically. Some houses seemed to be busier than others, but all the activity pretty much followed me wherever I went. One incident happened actually in my adult life, but Redhead's story made me think of it, as I also experienced it with my sister. We had a house together in our early twenties that had been many things and only recently, a house. At one point it had been a chiropractor's office - back in the 40/50's- who unfortunately (for those he botched) took on a side job of doing abortions. For you youngin's out there - it was very, very illegal then. Well, we had gotten used to a woman hanging around, especially in the back bedroom which turned out to be the OR as it were. We never saw her, but you could sense this almost overwhelming sadness when she was around - it was palpable. We had guests over for a dinner, most of which were doubters about the supernatural, and as we related the story of this sad event in our home, one of the guests heard crying and was himself brought to the brink of tears. We felt like we had somehow abandoned her when we moved.

[seekeroftruth]

My oldest daughter had an imaginary friend until she turned 9. His name was Duncan. She would spend hours talking or playing with him. She says that he lived on this land first and that his mom was not liking that we lived here. She stayed scared for a long time, until one day she came to tell me that Duncan's mom said it was ok that we lived here as long as Duncan could stay her friend. Which worried me, but still i said Ok, then well tell duncan he has to clean up his messes and put away the toys when hes done. That seemed to work just fine until her 9th birthday. We went shopping for party supplies and came home to a turned upside down bedroom. It looked as if someone went thru it putting everything in the floor. She yelled at Duncan, You cant come back to my room anymore you made a mess and You arent my friend. She says that it was the only time she didnt feel like he was watching her all the time. Now my youngest is talking to a "friend" named Grace. Who knows, children im told can see what adults cant. I sure hope its nothing malicious. I always say outloud in my home, Im not afraid of you, this is My home and you arent allowed to touch, harm or do anything to us. So far peace has maintained.

[Kittie Danger]

I had not one, but two imaginary friends, Coozie, and Sambo, Coozie was a little girl & Sambo, just as the name implies was a huge African American man. I don't know if these were ghosts, to me they were real, but people told me they didn't exist, so eventually they either went away or I blocked them I guess. Coozie would get me in trouble by helping me make mud pies & see how many would stick to the house. Sambo would try to talk me out of it. We grew up on a farm & he would go w/me on feeding rounds, tell me what chickens would peck & chase me, or if a goat w/a mean streak was coming up behind me & things like that. He was older, not elderly but he always had on overalls and his hair was just graying at the temples, he'd always have a big smile & the kindest way about him, he was almost a bodyguard or protector. I haven't thought of them in years, but in doing so now, it almost brings tears to my eyes at how wonderful my 'friends' were & how much fun we had togeather, the trouble Coozie got me into & what Sambo would help me to say to get out of it.

[kats_god]

Kittie Danger, on Dec 30 2009, 09:47 PM, said:

I had not one, but two imaginary friends, Coozie, and Sambo, Coozie was a little girl & Sambo, just as the name implies was a huge African American man. I don't know if these were ghosts, to me they were real, but people told me they didn't exist, so eventually they either went away or I blocked them I guess. Coozie would get me in trouble by helping me make mud pies & see how many would stick to the house. Sambo would try to talk me out of it. We grew up on a farm & he would go w/me on feeding rounds, tell me what chickens would peck & chase me, or if a goat w/a mean streak was coming up behind me & things like that. He was older, not elderly but he always had on overalls and his hair was just graying at the temples, he'd always have a big smile & the kindest way about him, he was almost a bodyguard or protector. I haven't thought of them in years, but in doing so now, it almost brings tears to my eyes at how wonderful my 'friends' were & how much fun we had togeather, the trouble Coozie got me into & what Sambo would help me to say to get out of it.

Thats pretty interesting kittie...thanks for sharing it with us.

[GiaCat21]

I'm STILL afraid of the monsters under my bed and refuse to dangle any body part over the edge at night... Of course if you looked at that abyss you'd be frightened too! And I still HATE closets and can not sleep if my closet doors are open even a crack. And when I sleep I have the covers pulled up over my head because what I can't see can't see me (or so I'd like to think).