The White Ghostly Figure Floating Over!

When I was younger my older brother and I used to fight over who spent the weekend at our grandmother's. We were supposed to take turns, but that never worked. This one particular weekend, we both got to stay there. Our grandmother and grandfather decided to try both of us at one time, they weren't sure that would work or not. For the most part it did work out, however since both of us were there, we decided to see what we could get into or what we could do to have some fun.

Our grandparents lived on a short road at the very end of the road. However, there was a short dirt road past their house, and at the end there was an old broken down house. We decided to go down there exploring to find what ever it was we could find. The house appeared to be falling down, and we should have been worried that we may fall through the floors, but we were just kids. The picture above is really a good replicate of what the house looked like to us.

This inside of the house kind of looked like this picture, as it hadn't been lived in for a very long time. My brother and I walked around inspecting everything there. Being kids, it was it was quite an exciting find....all the old things sitting around. We decided to split up, and check out the different rooms. So my brother went to one room, and I went to the another room. I was looking through an old desk, and found some old papers, a newspaper, and some other stuff.

We had left early in the afternoon, but it was started to get later, and the sun had started to go down. All of a sudden, my brother let out this blood curdling scream, and went running to where he was. His foot had gone through the floor, and he was stuck, however, he seemed so scared, and told me he had seen something. He could hardly talk, and I really didn't believe him at all....He was always pulling stuff on me. He told me about a ghostly white figure that was moving through the room like she was floating across it. While he was talking a mile a minute, I was trying to help him pull his foot out of the floor. His face was as white as a sheet, but I just thought that was because he got his foot caught.

The room that he was in, seemed to be an old living room, or parlor, it was hard to tell. I looked around, and noticed a mirror on the wall. It was quite old, and had some cracks in it, but what really frightened the living crap out of me, as I looked at it, I swear I saw a man's face starring at me. As I moved around a bit, his eyes seem to follow me, and I was terrified, and wanted out. But my brother's foot was still stuck in the floor, so I needed to help him, and it was getting darker outside. Our grandparents by this time were probably wondering where we were. I tried not to look at the mirror at all, to get my brother's foot out. Then over my head, was the ghostly white figure of a woman, that my brother said he saw. She was just floating above me, like she was wondering what I was doing. I wanted to run!! But I couldn't leave my brother. My brother was just wiggling trying to get his foot out, and sitting there as white as a sheet, and he started whimpering.

This figure was of a woman, and in her hand she was holding what looked like some dead flowers. She was wearing a white gown, and her face was wrinkled with furrows. She appeared extremely sad. She appeared to be wanting to make sounds, or was trying to make sounds. I was terrified! I started to hear the shattering of glass from another room, and began really pulling on my brother's foot. I wanted out!! Finally, his foot came loose, and I asked him if he could run. Before I almost got the words out of my mouth, he was up and running through the house towards the door.

We both ran down the dirt road towards our grandparents house, and finally made it. As we ran into the house, they both were asking where we were, and we were telling them what happened, however, of course, they didn't believe a word of it. We were just a couple of kids trying not to get into trouble for being gone so long. That was the last time that both of us got to stay at our grandparents together over the weekend. After that, we had to take turns on the weekends. Neither one of us never set foot in that house ever again. I think later, someone bought the land, and tore it down.

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I Am Possessed! A Poltergeist Has Invaded My Soul!

Skye B. says, "I am Possessed! The poltergeist has invaded my soul! Call the Exorcist to bring Holy waters and rid of me of the beast!" HELP!!!The Beast has been released!

This story needs to be told chronologically. We are going to take a look at why someone would one minute be fine, and the next minute become like the Beast! First of all, I was asked to Digg a particular story. The story's name was: Ferris Bueller Wannabe Faces 38 Years - Changing His Grades I dugg the story, then made a comment, which someone promptly made a very negative remark:

SkyeWolfie +74 diggs
on 06/20/2008 Dugg by friends: igorthetroll
That is a bit excessive, 38 years in jail for an 18 year old just for changing grades! My cousin just sat here and told me how she changed her grades when she was a kid, and all she got was punishment from her Aunt.

My sister's boys decided to counterfeit some money off the computer when they were younger, and even though my sister had a house full of FBI agents, they let the boys go with a very stiff warning.

This boy should have just got a stiff warning too, what did he really hurt nothing but himself.

This is an injustice of Human Rights!! (This was my comment.)

Lies, lies lies. If anyone were to be investigating counterfeit money, it'd be the Secret Service. Get your facts straight before trying to improve you Internet ego.
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Comment buried! (This was the remark to me.)

I was not lying, nor was I looking for any kind of Ego trip nor trying to improve my Internet Ego! Well this really upset me, and I went on the defensive. I am thinking my comment wasn't that bad, what the heck! Damn these Internet Trolls!!

In the meantime, a good friend had written a post named: "Japanese Women Vanity". He had made a video "as a social experiment to dissect female sexuality in Japan." After writing my comment to his post, I decided to hunt for a video that may fit female sexuality in Japan to put on his FriendFeed Room, "Igor The Troll: All Social Media Trolls are Welcome", that I am a member of. This is the video I put on FriendFeed:

This video may not be suitable for all ages.

Well, I decided to go back after a bit, to see if anyone commented on my video. There were two comments after my video that I posted, and I immediately got very defensive. My anger flared up, and I responded to that person on Twitter.com, with a comment that I just wouldn't post any more...I became the Beast!!! What I did, is totally misunderstood the person that wrote the comment.

Take a look at this post, I have a few pictures of Japanese hostesses http://www.travelinasia.net/fo... Yes, Japan use to be very open to sexuality in tis history, but it got some negative brainwashing from the West.Now Japanese women just play attention game! Lead men on but no Sex. Is is some kind of power ego trip? Some sort of sadism? Anyway thanks for sharing. - Igor The Troll

WOW!! Something hit me right between the eyes, and I am not sure what. BUT, boy was I angry, and upset! I guess the psych damage that the Digg Trolls did on me got into my brain, and told me that Igor was saying that I was on some kind of power ego trip, and into sadism, because this was my response to him on Twitter:

Hey Igor, I didn't put that video in there to offend anyone, was looking for Japan's sexuality, and don't know enough about Japan. 09:14 AM June 22, 2008.

Also, I am on NO Ego trip, nor a sadist.........damn I guess I just won't post anything anymore!!!...terrible thing to call me.............. 09:16 AM June 22, 2008.

You have to realize that Igor and I have been friends for quite awhile, and for me to come off on him like this, something had to be in my head, and it wasn't good. Igor was not calling me these things, he was referring to the video, and whoever made the video. Okay, where is the psychiatrist's couch? :) LOL!! You may ask, what in the world made me respond like this, when I don't even really know. Sometimes it is really funny how we respond to someone that is not trying to hurt us, but it is just because some idiot decided to attack me on Digg. That is why I called them the Digg Trolls, which really is just a derogatory name for people who leave nasty comments to others and try to upset the whole channel of how the comments might be going.

The Internet Troll having his fun for the day!

So the Poltergeist invaded my very soul till I turned into that Beast. I actually told Igor that it wasn't a Beast, it was my alter ego that had consumed me....that it was another personality. He responded with this, repeating part of what I had said to him: ""No, didn't you know, that is my alter ego, or other personality, lmao!" Fascinating juxtapose Poltergeist has invaded you soul to alter ego! Wow nice stuff!" I think we could do some analysis on this, and ask why this actually all happened to my ego? Now really, what would Freud say? The psycho-analytic concept of Sigmund Freud is the ego, super-ego, and id.

Id, ego, and super-ego are the three parts of the "psychic apparatus" defined in Freud's so-called structural model of the psyche; they are the three theoretical constructs in terms of whose activity and interaction mental life is described. According to this model, the uncoordinated instinctual trends are the "id"; the organised realistic part of the psyche is the "ego," and the critical and moralizing function the "super-ego."

Oh well, we probably don't want to hear about all this, to much goblygook. Lets just leave it this way, something came over me and took over my brain so I reacted this way.

Another Near-Death Experience!

Some of you may have read my post: "As I Neared Death, The Experience Of My Life", well this is another story, which happened long ago.

Here how the story goes, I was living in an apartment with a roommate, which I didn't know at first, but he was extremely psychological unbalanced. As time went on I began to realize just how sick he was, as he pulled all kinds of things. One of those, was throwing me around the apartment, and up against walls. As time went on, things became worse, and one day he threw me up against an old hook on the wall, and I hit the back of my head, knocking me out. It was time for me to move out, and find another place to live. You would have thought I would have done it before, but part was fear, and the other part was I wasn't sure where to go. He had told me if I left him, he would kill me, and my feeling was that yes, he would definitely try.

My job became in jeopardy, because of his constant calling, and asking me what I was doing. He was going to school at night getting his masters, so was home most of the day, doing not much of anything, It seemed the more he sat and did mostly nothing, the more he became angry. So when I did eventually get home from work he was angry over really nothing, and started right in again. There were arguments over mostly nothing, and he didn't like anything I did. The tension was building between us, and I wanted him to move out, but if I mentioned anything he would just explode. I was in an abusive situation, and just didn't know what to do about it, or where to go, because I knew he would follow me wherever I went. He had also told me that he would kill me, and I believed him. Actually, he had tried a few times when throwing me around up against the walls.

Well, one day was what I would call the end, and almost the end of my life. This day he was particularly angry for some reason, and asking me to do things that I found unreasonable. I was lying on the bed watching TV after a long day at work, and all of a sudden he jumped me, and started choking me. His hands were around my neck, and I soon realized that he was choking the life out of me. I was fading quickly.

It felt like I was drowning, but I also had a very comfortable feeling come over me, or a feeling of euphoria swept over my body. I knew I was dying, and wondered how I was going to get out of this, because this person wasn't letting go. And, at this point I couldn't even scream anymore, which I had been doing. All of a sudden I felt my body floating in mid air it seemed. I was looking around, and then looked down, and could see my body limply lying there. His hands were still around my neck, and I could see my face, and the back of his head. My eyes were closed, and I seemed to be gone. I looked around the apartment, and everything seemed to be in the same place, however, there was a bright round ball of light towards the ceiling over my shoulder to the right. I kept looking at this, and wondering what it was. Time to me didn't seem to be moving at all....actually, I am not sure at this point how much time was going by. I also couldn't feel my body anymore, nor his hands tightening around my neck. Everything seemed to be standing still, as what I thought was my body was floating above my actual body.
The light was getting brighter, and also coming closer. I wanted to go towards it, it was beautiful. I floated somewhat near it, and started to look inside. I didn't see , or hear anything in there, but it was a wonderful feeling of warmth surrounding me. At this point I wasn't paying too much attention to what was happening to my body lying on the bed....time was still!

All of a sudden there was like a whoosh sound, and a feeling of being thrown back through the air. Something was pushing me back, and down towards the bed. It almost felt like a hand. It seem to tear at me, and it hurt. I was just above my body, underneath him, and looking around, I noticed that his hands were loosening from my neck for some reason. Slowly I entered my body again, and then I screamed. He shook his head, and let go of my neck then. He just fell back into a chair near the bed, and started crying like a baby. Other then my neck hurting quite a bit, I was fine. I have no idea how long this went on, but it couldn't have been that long, because I think if it was that long, I would have died.

As you might have guessed this was the last straw, and I finally did get away from him through the help of the Police. They took me to a place that could help me, after having me checked at the hospital. It also was a place that he would have no idea where I was there.

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