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Cave Canem wrote:

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:

Fuzzy Dunlop wrote:

Dunn wrote:

Fuzzy Dunlop wrote:you guys are all fucking nuts.

Hardy. We all have our beliefs. The only difference in my belief in spirits of the dead and someone's belief in Jesus Christ is.......nothing.

Like I said, you're all fucking nuts.

Yes, I am. And I am still going to be taking Dunn's advice and offering the entity some Blanton's later on tonight.

It's definitely not fucking with me, and the over-all feeling in my house is pleasant, happy and peaceful. No malevolence here at all.

So yeah, no exorcism. I'll give it some bourbon and see what happens.

Jeebus..give it some Old Crow or Evan Williams. If you give it Blanton's it'll never leave.

Yeah but if I give it Old Crow it might turn mean on me:

WildGorillaMan wrote:

DrDonkeyLove wrote:I don't believe in regular ghosts but we live in a weird quantum universe where we've barely scratched the surface. Dimensions bumping into each other, time loop eddies, etc. are all conceivable.

In this case, my first thought would be a mouse or other creature in some interstitial space.

What if we're the ghosts, and the phantasmic visions we sometimes observe are our limited ability to percieve the world of the living?

We might very well be ghosts of a different dimension scaring the shit out of our other dimension selves.

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:I'm not joking.

Last time the Future Mrs. Herr Doktor was in town she awoke at night to what she said sounded like bowling balls being dropped on the floor, in the guest room across the hall.

There's nothing, no furniture or anything, in that room.

Just now, while sitting on my sofa, typing this, I hear what sounds like a cat scratching angrily at the floor, up there, and heavy boxes being dragged across the floor.

I hear it a lot.

Definitely something going on in that room.

I was thinking of doing a blessing up there and/or performing an exorcism.


Anybody here ever have any uninvited paranormal guests in your house? How'd you deal with them?

I lived in Vietnam in university and had weird shit happen in the room that I was staying in. For instance, we were both sleeping (separate beds, Proto) and woke to find footprints on the floor. We figured it was a housekeeper or member of the grounds crew but the guard outside swore that nobody had come in and we later found out that we had the only two keys. Things would vanish then reappear. Things would work then stop then work again. Odd shit.

We finally mentioned it to somebody and, long story short, it turned out that three times in history, a large number of people had been killed in the area, the most recent being Tet 1968. The building next to us had had similar things happen and a monk advised the resident to built an alter and do regular offerings.

We did offerings every day from then out and never had another problem.

Squirrel if a house, rat if an apartment building.

Terry B. wrote: I lived in Vietnam in university and had weird shit happen in the room that I was staying in. For instance, we were both sleeping (separate beds, Proto) and woke to find footprints on the floor. We figured it was a housekeeper or member of the grounds crew but the guard outside swore that nobody had come in and we later found out that we had the only two keys. Things would vanish then reappear. Things would work then stop then work again. Odd shit.

We finally mentioned it to somebody and, long story short, it turned out that three times in history, a large number of people had been killed in the area, the most recent being Tet 1968. The building next to us had had similar things happen and a monk advised the resident to built an alter and do regular offerings.

We did offerings every day from then out and never had another problem.

"Charlie don't surf"- LtCol. Kilgore