Ghosts & Supernatural events...

[Split]

@anime_boners that is my second favoritest creepypasta

[Immaculate]

#DenialMuch.

Lol.

[Split]

my best friend from Cleveland's dad is one of the few people that is trained to perform exorcisms. He doesn't talk about them unless he's drunk (ironically drinking became a vice for him after he got ordained to perform them or whatever), and you should hear the few stories he's willing to tell...


also, the Catholicism that priests/ ministers/ whatever is 1000x cooler than what ya get sitting in the pews

[Immaculate]

People perform exorcism's (illegal or not) all the time, some are up on youtube lol but you just gotta discern the real from the fake.

On a funny note: My bro in law works with two Fijians who both fck with that voodoo shit, nobody messes with them lol.

[Objective]

@Immaculate: Nobody mess with them because they're fucking out of their mind and voodoo people be crazy af to begin with. About exorcism; That placebo effect be crazy, bodys perform what the mind believes it should be doing and all that. Stigmata is interesting tho', but I believe it's in the same lane. Fucking possessed body's n shit, lmfao, they done fooled themselves to the degree their own bodies harm them. Smfh @ these lunatics.

[Witty]

The mind is a powerful and complex thing that will probably never be fully understood.

I don't mean to say you're all liars, but I think sometimes people experience their mind doing things they can't deal with logically because they simply don't know what is happening or why, things they don't understand so they automatically connect it with other things they don't understand...such as ghosts, or demons.

[Immaculate]

Originally Posted by Objective

@Immaculate: Nobody mess with them because they're fucking out of their mind and voodoo people be crazy af to begin with. About exorcism; That placebo effect be crazy, bodys perform what the mind believes it should be doing and all that. Stigmata is interesting tho', but I believe it's in the same lane. Fucking possessed body's n shit, lmfao, they done fooled themselves to the degree their own bodies harm them. Smfh @ these lunatics.

Crazy alright. We got a few people here who are into that whole voodoo stuff, even witch doctors, some even consider the witch doctors to be their form of cure for whatever reason. The mind is powerful, to the point it plays tricks on us too lol.

So tell me about this then, my mothers friend right, she can literally "smell death", like I don't know what the smell of death is, only the smell of rotting corpse, anyway, everytime she smells this "smell", someone close to her or someone she knows of dies....coinsedence? I believe not lol I think some people are truly gifted....or cursed.

One of my homeboys use to see "dead people" or "ghosts" whatever you want to call it, and trust me, dude aint mentally sick...there was this one time we were kicking back sharing testimonies and he goes to me, "don't freak out ok Melissa, but I can see a ghost behind you" and I was like "dude wtf lol" so I asked if I can pray for the both of us - which was a good idea cause that "ghost" dissapeared.

My aunty can tell if a girls pregnant even before the girl knows - just by looking at her. Actually a few of the elder ladies can sense this and they have proven to be right too.

[Objective]

Well, you can be mentally fucked and still work well in this world. Being different in the mental doesn't have to be a problem at all.

As it goes for the woman I'd need to see that lady for myself or be around her when she senses a death or something like that. As it goes for your friend; He's either fucking with you or he actually see things, and if he do it's most likely his head fucking with him. I don't believe in the ghost things.

As far as it goes for the pregnant women.. If I'm not wrong the chemical balance in a pregnant woman changes up, body odour etc. I believe there is a bunch of things we can train ourselves to learn that is out of the ordinary. Like taking note of when a person is pregnant by their body odour. What is a ''sixth sense'' to them, wich is figuring out when a women is pregnant, is simply just that; they've learned to differentiate the smells and/or slight changes in body language. The subconscious picks it up first and translates it to something they can grasp, perhaps a hunch or a strong ''feeling'' that the person is pregnant, mentions it and ''WHOA!! THIS PERSON IS PSYCHIC''. Even that is kinda far out there, but it's a decent theory if what you're saying is real.

[anime_boners]

Originally Posted by Immaculate

@anime_boners I've never heard or read anything like that, which is all new to me (your specifc experience) and I'm keen to read more of your experiences.

Have you watched that movie The Poltergeist?

It's funny, I watched Poltergeist as a kid, and it didn't bother me, because I didn't believe in that sort of thing at that age.. a lot of my paranormal gaming experiences occurred in my late teens and early 20s..

When I was 17, my best friend Mike kept a YouTube channel for Let's Plays. He was a fan of old and not-so-well-known games, most of which he played on a pSX emulator on his laptop. The channel wasn't particularly popular; he had about 30 subscribers, most of which were just his friends. I used to watch his videos for a few minutes when I got in from school to raise his views and help him out. He was as entertaining as any game commentator, I guess, but some channels just don't lift off.
We took the same chemistry class and sat next to each other in it every morning at school. One day, he asked me if I had heard of a game called LSD: Dream Emulator. I hadn't. He concluded that if I hadn't heard of it, it was definitely obscure enough for his channel.
He had uploaded some videos of it that night. It was a very peculiar game; the objective seemed to be only to walk around various Japanese environments, colliding with things that transported the player to other environments. Various animals and people glided through the game, usually taking no notice of the player, although there was one NPC known as the Grey Man. He was, as the name would suggest, a grey man, in a hat and coat. He tended to appear without warning, and slide sullenly towards the player. If the player got too close, the screen would flash white and he would disappear. Each time this happened, Mike would gasp, then nervously laugh it off and continue playing.

The gameplay was divided up into days. Each day lasted only a few minutes, after which the player would be taken back to a menu and prompted to start a new dream. Mike played up to Day 12 over the course of a week, and had clearly enjoyed the game, as it was apparent in his videos. He seemed immersed in it, almost captivated by it. However, one night, he posted a bulletin on his YouTube channel stating:

"You know its time to stop when the grey man pops up in your real dream :L what should I play next?"

I wasn't phased by this casual joke, and he told me in chemistry the following morning that he was mainly stopping because he just wanted to play something new to him. I'd have recommended something, but an exam was nearing and I wanted to concentrate on my work. I suggested that he take a short break from YouTube and do the same. He agreed that this was a good idea, and we arranged to meet at his house that evening to revise.

Saddled with several chemistry textbooks, I walked through town that evening to his house. The lights were on, but there was no reply when I knocked. Out of politeness, I waited a minute before I knocked again. This time, it opened instantly. Mike stood in the doorway, his hair wet, looking extremely shaken. Without saying a word, he led me to his room, where various papers and books were spread across his desk. He seemed surprised to see them. After a few minutes of pretending to read while actually curious as to why he was so anxious and jumpy, I finally said "What's wrong?", to which he mumbled some incomprehensible response. My efforts continued until he finally confided in me.

He said that about ten minutes before I arrived, he had fallen asleep in the bath, and had a dream. He said that in the dream, he was drowning under the bathwater, completely paralysed and unable to lift his head for air. The quivering silhouette of the Grey Man towered over the water, watching him. I sympathised that this may have caused a few seconds of distress when he woke up, but could not understand why he was still petrified. I tried to comfort him, but he sensed that I didn't understand, grabbed my shoulders and screamed at me, "It lasted for weeks! Ten minutes I was asleep, I was choking underwater in that dream for weeks and I wouldn't die!"

Mike grew increasingly distant after that. We exchanged no words in our chemistry lessons, and he began to look extremely unwell. His eyes became pink and sunken into his head, surrounded by purple rings. Over a week, his neat writing deteriorated into a careless scrawl, until he stopped writing completely and instead spent the duration of the lessons with his head buried in his hands. Occasionally, he would accidentally fall asleep in this position, and wake up several minutes later shrieking furiously and pounding the table with his fists. After two instances of this, he was removed from the lessons and taken to be educated in private, but after his refusal to sleep made him too tired to be angry, he returned to normal lessons and sat through them, completely motionless. I found new friends, and he existed as a shell of a human being.

It was around this time that a new brand of graffiti began to appear frequently throughout the town on walls and such, resembling a Japanese word or phrase: "バイオレンス街". The placement and colour of the paintings varied greatly. I didn't think much of it at the time; new artistic vandals were always trying to get themselves reputations this way. However, one night, I was walking home from a party with half a bottle of vodka and noticed the moonlight glowing on the fluorescent red of fresh paint, down a thin alley to my left. I walked down it and found a half-finished piece of graffiti above Mike, who was slumped on the ground, weeping, with a can of spray paint rolling away from his hand. I sighed, sat next to him, and offered him a drink of my vodka. He drank a very large amount of it and handed me back the bottle, wheezing. His eyes were closed. I don't think he knew where he was.

"I can't rest."

"What?"

"I go to sleep and wake up in another version of where I was. It's exactly the same except he's there. Torturing me."

"What does that mean, Mike?" I indicated the Japanese symbols above him, but all he did was hang his head lower.

"The pain doesn't stop when I wake up."

Mike didn't speak again for half an hour, and I eventually persuaded him to go home. He stood up and stumbled into the night. I found a completed piece of graffiti on the next street and took a picture of it with my phone, then went home myself.

The next day, I Googled "list of japanese symbols", and matched letters of the Japanese alphabet to the image on my phone in order to get typed symbols I could search for. This took a good while, as the Japanese alphabet is extensive and the symbols all look very similar to me. After I finished finding the symbols, I entered them, "バイオレンス街", into Google. It turned out to be the Japanese name of the "Violence District", a region in the LSD game consisting of dark city streets littered with graffiti and corpses lying on the ground, hanging by the neck from lampposts or headless. I had seen Mike encounter this area many times in his videos.

I woke up in the middle of the night to find Mike standing in the corner of my room, a hood hiding the stone dead face I had grown to associate with him. His laptop was under his arm, and he placed it on my bed, telling me to delete the game, delete the videos and delete the YouTube channel. I asked why he couldn't, and he replied, "I don't want to touch them", before climbing out the window he had entered through. Too bewildered to get back to sleep, I opened his laptop and did what he had said. I deleted all the videos from his documents folder and cancelled his YouTube account, which was signed into automatically.

I then noticed the file "psxfin.exe" on his desktop.

I double-clicked to run up the PlayStation 1 emulator and opened the LSD: Dream Emulator CD image into it. I then loaded his file, which was still at Day 12. Mike was clearly unstable, I had figured. Many people had played the game and been unharmed; I could easily do the same.

I continued where Mike left off, and wandered aimlessly through the dream worlds as he had done. The game was very strange, as I remembered from the videos, perhaps even a little unsettling, but after I shut off the laptop, my state of mind was completely normal. The one thing that had confused me somewhat was that I had played another 6 days of the game and not encountered the Grey Man at all. Regardless, I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamed that night. I was on the brown mountain that I had seen in the game, against a dark green sky with thick fog. Nearby was a poorly-rendered figure facing away from me. It was difficult to tell through the fog and simple graphics, but it appeared to be wearing a green parka and blue jeans, like Mike. I was unable to move, and it slowly glided towards me, though facing away from me. Finally, it turned around, and I saw a still image of Mike's smiling face plastered across the sphere of the figure's head, before I woke up.

Mike wasn't at school the next day, or the day after, or the day after that. I had started my own file of LSD: Dream Emulator, and continuously seen the Grey Man, concluding that there was no issue with that copy of the game, and yet he never appeared on Mike's file. I frequently searched the internet and asked fans of the game why the Grey Man would stop appearing. Each of them insisted that this wouldn't happen, and that at that point in the game, the player should expect to meet the Grey Man at least once per dream.

The police knocked on my door that weekend, asking if I knew anything of Mike's whereabouts, or if I knew what had been troubling him. I calmly replied that we didn't talk much anymore. Putting the whole situation out of mind, I started thinking about my future and concentrating on getting a good chemistry grade.

A couple of weeks later, they found him in the woods a few miles out of town. Forensics concluded that he had bludgeoned himself to death with a rock very soon after the day he went missing.

I dream about him sometimes.

[Orc]

anyone who believes reed is a fucking moron. u ppl never learn

[Immaculate]

@Objective My homeboy does see these things, he says that they come to him for help and shit, some of them freak the hell out of him too, he's had this curse/gift since he was 12 years old I believe, he's 29 now. He's actually learnt to harness it though by ignoring them but they still don't leave him alone.

[Immaculate]

@anime_boners I read your novel lol and honestly, that is fucked up. Are most of you experiences like this video game related though?

Playing video games does have an effect on the brain though, some people take it to the next level (going on a shooting spree etc).

[Objective]

@Orc: Dude aint lying. It's not nice to say that people are lying when they're putting this much time and effort into their experiences that's considered to be in the The Grey area, if you know what I mean? It might be creepy, but you got to control your v's every now and then. It makes interesting conversations tbh.

[~RustyGunZ~]

deeead@ reeds creepypasta

[God Of War]

reed trolling the shit out yall

[anime_boners]

@Immaculate I have a weird interest in buying bootleg copies of games, usually at pawn shops and flea markets..

I am not entirely sure I would call my experiences super naatural even, so much as I would chalk it up to fucked up bootlegs.

The one about my friend Mike I would say is more realistically his own mental issues spiraling out of control, moreso than anything occult.

[Witty]

Originally Posted by Immaculate

@Objective He's actually learnt to harness it though by ignoring them but they still don't leave him alone.

That is like the complete opposite of learning to harness it.

[Immaculate]

Originally Posted by anime_boners

@Immaculate I have a weird interest in buying bootleg copies of games, usually at pawn shops and flea markets..

I am not entirely sure I would call my experiences super naatural even, so much as I would chalk it up to fucked up bootlegs.

The one about my friend Mike I would say is more realistically his own mental issues spiraling out of control, moreso than anything occult.

Lol. Speaking of occults...

[Immaculate]

*waits for Split to respond*