It started off as a strange night, and the new people across the street added even more strangeness. I knew it would be a long night with very little sleep. I could feel the strange presence in the air and my soul was restless. After being up for several hours I finally fell asleep. But this night I wished that I had never slept at all. The dream took me into a dark and deep realm. To a place that I have never been before, and hope that I will never go again. Someone else also joined me in my dream, and hid in the shadow of a dark and damp space. Something that I knew and felt shouldn't be there. I could see myself walking down a long and dark dirt road. Where was it leading me, I wondered? I had no idea, and I couldn't turn back even if I wanted to. Somehow I was paralyzed
in my sleep, and I knew this was my destiny.
Chat user 1: Hey, does anyone remember an old PC game from the early 1990s called "Mr. Mix''? I think it was mainly a typing game, similar to Mario Teaches Typing, where you have to type words into a box to make a chef put ingredients into a bowl.
“From deep underground, a lab assistant and her boss finally stop pacing back and forth to celebrate their latest discovery of scientific findings. They were getting off the phone with the Umbrella Corporation, a company specializing in bio-warfare, when the request to begin testing on the new specimen itself had arrived. The bio-specimens the underground lab had continuously been working on truly began developing into the successor to the Legendary Hitman Agent 47, and the Baba Yaga himself, John Wick. The purpose of these bio-specimens is so that when the day arrives where world governments finally unite, there would be a weapon of mass destruction to tear the very fabric of the One World Government, leaving it in crumbled shambles.”
A lot of people talk about going ghost hunting. Some people even talk about seeing ghosts. With all the shows on television about them and the supernatural, everyone seems to be an expert on what's real and what's overdone, or clearly just staged. I would like to tell you a story today. Not made up or exaggerated. This is a factual story about the home I grew up in and what happened while I lived there. Nothing is being exaggerated or added. This was my earliest memories up until the time I was 18 and moved away from this house. Ghosts and the supernatural shouldn't be taken lightly. It is nothing to mess around with, and it can be very dangerous.
About 20 years ago, I fell asleep in my daughter's bedroom while watching movies on her VCR. At around 4:00 AM, I found myself in that state that is between being asleep and awake. This is difficult to explain to those who have not had any such experience, but your mind is awake and aware, you can open your eyes, but the rest of your body is not able to move or react. On this particular morning, I perceived what looked to be the shadow of a man who was about seven feet tall. He was standing in the doorway watching me. My great grandma always said that if you encounter a spirit you should ask it, "What in the Name of the Lord do you want?" She said if it was evil, it would vanish.
I grew up in a small town in Botetourt County, Virginia, and we lived off the main highway. My great grandmother had cousins who lived just up the hill behind our house. As a little girl, I always felt uncomfortable in their house but did not know why. They had a black clock that was about three feet high and whenever it chimed, chills would go down my spine. In 1969, this family moved in with relatives and built a brand new home in the same spot as their old one. It was beautiful to look at but still for me had that eerie feeling when I went inside.
In the spring of 2005, my oldest son was in his final year at Radford University. He had his own apartment, but often came home on the weekends. He always left to return to school at about 4 or 5 PM to make sure he got enough rest for Monday. On this one Sunday however, "Jr." was running late and I asked him to stay overnight. He said if he did, he might not wake up the next morning in time to make it to his first class. It was rainy and cool and I had that mother's intuition that something bad was going to happen, but I accepted by son's decision and prayed for him.
There is just something about vampires that intrigue us. Maybe it’s the fascination with good versus evil… or maybe it’s because vampires represent an exaggerated version of humanity: suffering from our past demons, wanting what we can’t have, and being afraid of death.
The night was getting chilled. It was the perfect time for a movie night with family. I made the popcorn while my brother picked out the movie. Both of our daughters was sound asleep. Just when the movie was getting really good, my brother's daughter Ellie woke up crying.
I need to write this because I'm scared, and I don't know if this is even real. Let me explain:
When I was younger in my teens, I remember a really crazy dream that still feels real to this day. It was all about a little girl. She would haunt me almost all my life.