| PARANORMALISTS::: Welcome to My Den of Eniquity | ||||||||||||||||||||
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First of all...let me greet you to my site...I wanted you to know that my site is here for one reason and one reason only....to hear your stories about Paranormal activity...it may have happened to you...or a friend...but I want to hear the story...every week..I will take the most interesting story and post it...the first few weeks..as my page is getting on its feet..the stories will most likely be my own incidents with the Bizarre. Thank you for your help. MEALIENYOUNOT EMAIL ME: [email protected] | |||||||||||||||||||
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This is my own personal experience with the paranormal...you can believe it if you want...and if you are reading this Janie...this is NOT about you, khak Several years ago...when I first moved into my house in New Mexico...it was pretty annoyin..leavin all my friends behind in North Carolina...but it was altogether normal. I put my things in my room...settled in...and prepared for life in the Southwest...with lots of hot chile..anyways...one day...about 1 o'clock..I was by myself in the house, and watching TV downstairs..when I heard footsteps upstairs. (all of our upstairs floorboards creak so you can tell when someone moves even slightly). Being the khak I was... I went up to my room to see who it was that was lurkin in my house. When I reached my room..there was a man standing in my room looking at pictures on the wall. He was fairly tall and he wore a black suit. He had apparently shut my blinds..because the room had gotten dark. The man turned to face me..I saw that he had a fairly large stain on his left lapel that looked like a wine stain. As far as I could tell..he had grey hair and grey eyes...and he was not at all happy. I backed up..because, as you may have guessed, I am not used to odd men in my room. I turned to leave my room and looked back over my shoulder.....the man was gone. I turned towards the stairs...and the man was once again standing in front of me..at the head of the stairs...facing me and staring at me with his steel grey eyes. He turned and walked down the stairwell. I didn't dare follow him..after all..this WAS my first experience with spirits...the beginning of many to come. oO( what a corny ending ) | STORY OF THE WEEK | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Let me tell you about myself... |
well..lets see here...CONTRARY TO WHAT FORTUNE CITY SAYS ABOUT ME...I am NOT 29...I am a 15 year old that attends Saint Pius X High School in Albuquerque, New Mexico..no..you can't have my name or phone number...if you are that desperate..you need help. I am pretty average teen guy...I play the piano, which I am tought by a khak...I play several sports...and I consider myself to be a kinda surfer dude..mostly at heart..not much beach property in New Mexico ya know.. I am VERY serious when it comes to the subject of Paranormal activity...and my favorite author is Dean Koontz..okay..enuff about me..back to the topic at hand......... | |||||||||||||||||||
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