07 Feb 2016, 12:47 am
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07 Feb 2016, 12:47 am
07 Feb 2016, 12:51 am
07 Feb 2016, 12:51 am
That's more freaky than coincidence. Why birds? Why at the exact same time?
Why did I even think of posting about a kookaburra right then? I never do.
It would normally never occur to me.
I don't know
Aliens?
07 Feb 2016, 12:53 am
ImAnAspie
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07 Feb 2016, 12:54 am
My TRUE ACCOUNT of what's been happening here was completely overlooked
I WANT SOMEONE TO READ THIS - I WANT COMMENTS - I suppose, what can you say. No one knows anything.
THIS IS REAL - IT'S FACTUAL - I'm Not Mad - Neither are the other people who have experienced stuff here!
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Seriously though, I'm staying in this old, dilapidated fibro house that was built back in the 1940's. A woman lived here and died when she was in her 70's. She had a cat. Me, Boo and some friends I used to have, have all seen her and the cat.
From where my bed is, I can see out the back veranda window and some nights, if I'm looking out that direction, I see the shadow, like a silhouette of someone walking from what I call my spare room into the dining room.
Once, I saw Boo run into the front room and I've gone in there to play a trick on him only to find out he wasn't in there but asleep on his pussycat bag on the back veranda.
At times, I smell perfume and I don't own any. I recognise the smell. I just don't know what it's called.
One day, my friends came around. I wasn't home but they said they saw somthing in the house through the window that made them sh!t themselves and they took off.
I hear things through the night. I know what a house settling from a hot day to a cold night sounds like. It's not that. It's a knocking sound. Usually 3 knocks.
The woman that used to live here was named Joyce Gimbert - don't know what her cat's name was but she died in this house from a stroke and she's still here! So's the cat.
I know this. I've seen it - others have seen it. My friend won't even come back here since seeing that.
Sometimes, I'll be sitting in the loungeroom and I feel like someone is there with me.
I talk to her at times. I don't think she's malicious. I still call it her house but it reminds me so much of the hose I grew up in.
They're going to tear it down eventually an redevelop. That'll be such a shame. This is Joyce's home ...
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07 Feb 2016, 12:55 am
07 Feb 2016, 1:00 am
07 Feb 2016, 1:03 am
I keep having the urge to cry! 
I'M SO MOODY!
07 Feb 2016, 1:03 am
I WANT SOMEONE TO READ THIS - I WANT COMMENTS - I suppose, what can you say. No one knows anything.
THIS IS REAL - IT'S FACTUAL - I'm Not Mad - Neither are the other people who have experienced stuff here!
--
Seriously though, I'm staying in this old, dilapidated fibro house that was built back in the 1940's. A woman lived here and died when she was in her 70's. She had a cat. Me, Boo and some friends I used to have, have all seen her and the cat.
From where my bed is, I can see out the back veranda window and some nights, if I'm looking out that direction, I see the shadow, like a silhouette of someone walking from what I call my spare room into the dining room.
Once, I saw Boo run into the front room and I've gone in there to play a trick on him only to find out he wasn't in there but asleep on his pussycat bag on the back veranda.
At times, I smell perfume and I don't own any. I recognise the smell. I just don't know what it's called.
One day, my friends came around. I wasn't home but they said they saw somthing in the house through the window that made them sh!t themselves and they took off.
I hear things through the night. I know what a house settling from a hot day to a cold night sounds like. It's not that. It's a knocking sound. Usually 3 knocks.
The woman that used to live here was named Joyce Gimbert - don't know what her cat's name was but she died in this house from a stroke and she's still here! So's the cat.
I know this. I've seen it - others have seen it. My friend won't even come back here since seeing that.
Sometimes, I'll be sitting in the loungeroom and I feel like someone is there with me.
I talk to her at times. I don't think she's malicious. I still call it her house but it reminds me so much of the hose I grew up in.
They're going to tear it down eventually an redevelop. That'll be such a shame. This is Joyce's home ...
Yep.
That seems pretty ordinary to me.
07 Feb 2016, 1:07 am
07 Feb 2016, 1:10 am
I WANT SOMEONE TO READ THIS - I WANT COMMENTS - I suppose, what can you say. No one knows anything.
THIS IS REAL - IT'S FACTUAL - I'm Not Mad - Neither are the other people who have experienced stuff here!
--
Seriously though, I'm staying in this old, dilapidated fibro house that was built back in the 1940's. A woman lived here and died when she was in her 70's. She had a cat. Me, Boo and some friends I used to have, have all seen her and the cat.
From where my bed is, I can see out the back veranda window and some nights, if I'm looking out that direction, I see the shadow, like a silhouette of someone walking from what I call my spare room into the dining room.
Once, I saw Boo run into the front room and I've gone in there to play a trick on him only to find out he wasn't in there but asleep on his pussycat bag on the back veranda.
At times, I smell perfume and I don't own any. I recognise the smell. I just don't know what it's called.
One day, my friends came around. I wasn't home but they said they saw somthing in the house through the window that made them sh!t themselves and they took off.
I hear things through the night. I know what a house settling from a hot day to a cold night sounds like. It's not that. It's a knocking sound. Usually 3 knocks.
The woman that used to live here was named Joyce Gimbert - don't know what her cat's name was but she died in this house from a stroke and she's still here! So's the cat.
I know this. I've seen it - others have seen it. My friend won't even come back here since seeing that.
Sometimes, I'll be sitting in the loungeroom and I feel like someone is there with me.
I talk to her at times. I don't think she's malicious. I still call it her house but it reminds me so much of the hose I grew up in.
They're going to tear it down eventually an redevelop. That'll be such a shame. This is Joyce's home ...
When I was in middle school our science teacher told us about a scientific theory behind ghosts/hauntings: Imagine a video tape (yes the old school ones) that's been recorded over multiple times. After a while, the numerous recordings start to degrade the tape and old images/scenes start to come through in small 'holes' on the newest recording. So the theory is that the concept of time is (for lack of a better term) 'recorded' and this same phenomena is occurring, spurring sightings of things from the past that happened in that same location.
07 Feb 2016, 1:12 am
I WANT SOMEONE TO READ THIS - I WANT COMMENTS - I suppose, what can you say. No one knows anything.
THIS IS REAL - IT'S FACTUAL - I'm Not Mad - Neither are the other people who have experienced stuff here!
--
Seriously though, I'm staying in this old, dilapidated fibro house that was built back in the 1940's. A woman lived here and died when she was in her 70's. She had a cat. Me, Boo and some friends I used to have, have all seen her and the cat.
From where my bed is, I can see out the back veranda window and some nights, if I'm looking out that direction, I see the shadow, like a silhouette of someone walking from what I call my spare room into the dining room.
Once, I saw Boo run into the front room and I've gone in there to play a trick on him only to find out he wasn't in there but asleep on his pussycat bag on the back veranda.
At times, I smell perfume and I don't own any. I recognise the smell. I just don't know what it's called.
One day, my friends came around. I wasn't home but they said they saw somthing in the house through the window that made them sh!t themselves and they took off.
I hear things through the night. I know what a house settling from a hot day to a cold night sounds like. It's not that. It's a knocking sound. Usually 3 knocks.
The woman that used to live here was named Joyce Gimbert - don't know what her cat's name was but she died in this house from a stroke and she's still here! So's the cat.
I know this. I've seen it - others have seen it. My friend won't even come back here since seeing that.
Sometimes, I'll be sitting in the loungeroom and I feel like someone is there with me.
I talk to her at times. I don't think she's malicious. I still call it her house but it reminds me so much of the hose I grew up in.
They're going to tear it down eventually an redevelop. That'll be such a shame. This is Joyce's home ...
When I was in middle school our science teacher told us about a scientific theory behind ghosts/hauntings: Imagine a video tape (yes the old school ones) that's be recorded over multiple times. After a while, the numerous recordings start to degrade the tape and old images/scenes start to come through in small 'holes' on the newest recording. So the theory is that the concept of time is (for lack of a better term) 'recorded' and this same phenomena is occurring, spurring sightings of things from the past that happened in that same location.[/quote]
I wonder how he would explain being physically touched when there's no one there.Can recordings touch you?
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