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I had just finished my shower, and was just starting to dry meyself, when I clearly heard, in this order: our screen door open; our front door open; our screen door close; our front door close; soft footsteps across the carpeted living room; louder footsteps in the hallways right outside the bathroom; and finally loud, obviously female, clicking high-heel footsteps across the tiles kitchen. i figured Bec was home from work early, said hello, didn't get a reply, said hello again, still no reply. I was alone in the flat and the doors were locked.

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That post proves that one should wait at least half an hour between reading mr_congeniality's comics and posting on the forums.

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Ya'll can argue it and have Tobor anally rape it to death to prove a scientific validity for yourselves, I choose to have my beliefs and even if they are not plausible to anyone other than myself. I can't prove anything nor do I want to..I prefer not to let skeptics ruin it. Scientists don't insult peoples intelligence..they just outprove it. Skeptics only bash you over the head about how right they are and everyone else is wrong without proving squat.

From now on I'll keep my sloppy thinking and laissez faire attitude to myself.

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Ya'll can argue it and have Tobor anally rape it to death to prove a scientific validity for yourselves, I choose to have my beliefs and even if they are not plausible to anyone other than myself.

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Hey, I'm from Georgia. I don't say phrases like 'sounds of movement'. Fall off, knocked off, whatever...I saw it happen. I was in my living room, looked over at my desk, and the DVD's that were lying there just went straight into the floor. They were not stacked up in an unbalanced pile nor were they sitting on the edge of the desk. They were square in the middle of the damn desk, and then they slid up to the edge and fell right off into the floor. Once again, I actually saw it. Yes, I noticed it in my peripheral vision at first, but turned my head and saw the shadow still moving up the stairs. I am the only one who's seen it on the stairs, but I'm not the only one who's seen it. They usually happen while lying in bed at night...but not always. It happens on the couches in the living room during broad daylight while wide awake, too. It happens when I'm sitting in my desk chair typing posts on this forum, too. Well, I don't know when the hell it happens to other folks, but it only happened to us once, and once is once too many, as far as I'm concerned. There is no fucking way that anyone could get into here without us knowing. There are no spare keys, two different sets of locks to get through on two seperate doors, and all of the windows are sealed and nailed shut. Oh, so it was you? I didn't say I believed him...I just wanted the fucking thing gone! When he told me he could do it but wouldn't...then I knew he was probably full of shit. I just told it here cause I thought someone would get a kick out of it instead of having my entire story thrown back in my face like I'm a goddamn liar. I say this, and I think this is what Jael was getting at, because your remarks make you come across as more of a cynical asshole than a regular skeptic. The way you word your "certain questions" and how you show "expressing an interest in getting to the bottom of strange experiences" give more of a feeling that what you're really saying is "how feeble your minds must really be to actually let yourself believe all this mumbo jumbo." At least, that's what it sounds like to me. I don't mean to offend (and Jael, please correct me if I'm wrong), but that's how your comments come across.

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If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. D'OH!

Blair hit it.

Boo,
Whether you meant to or not, the little quips about sloppy thinking just peeved the hell out of me. Granted I am well aware I'm not Einstein, but I know damn well my thinking is pretty sharp. And for a fact we all know DexX isn't a sloppy thinker, I consider him one of the brightest markers in the bunch.

It did not come across as a friendly debate or sharing of ideas/experiences, it comes across as "I Boorite,think this is bunk, therefore, I'll tear apart everyone's statement and throw it back at them." And even when countered with the fact that people readily admit.."this is my opinion" it still gets blasted on a point-by-point basis like you're trying to render the opinion holder as useless as the opinion itself and a character flaw.

Maybe I wasn't clear enough before, I'm not saying you necessarily think this, or even meant it in that tone. That is how it came across to me, and apparently I am not alone in that. I'm all for playing devil's advocate or debating, but not at the expense of insulting people because of them.

P.S. feel free to blast and mock and tell me how bad my grammar sucks, I know this. lol

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Boo, I didn't want to be the first to say it, but yeah... your posts came across as being a bit arrogant. I know you're a nice bloke, and did not intend any offence, but the implication of us being dumb and illogical was there in the text.

Anyway, I have stressed several times in this thread that I do not actually believe in the supernatiral. I believe in the possibility of it. You can brandish Occam's Razor all you like, but in this case, the "simplest explanation" may very well be that there are things which are 99.9% out of our range of perception that we are not fully-equipped to understand, and sometimes we fall into thos 0.1%situations and can perceive them. Sounds a lot simpler than a standing wave of electromagnetic radiation bouncing off a weather balloon and igniting marsh gas... :)

My personal theory is that, if these things are real, that they are not conscious beings or anything, but just "residue", of a sort. Ever noticed how a building can have a certain mood to it? The atmpsphere in a home can feel bad when family members are fighting, even if you don't know about it, stuff like that. I think people might leave impressions behind, especially if they live somewhere for a long time, love a place or a thing very much, or experience intense emotions. In this case, frightening apparitions would be caused by people picking up on these echoes or residue, whatever you want to call it.

Personally, I can't imagine a "ghost", sentient and wilful, expressing his rage at the world that denied him life by moving your coffee cup when you leave the room for a minute.

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There's a scientific term for that: "pretty fucked up."

If this kind of thing is going on in your house a lot, we should observe it systematically. It could be important.

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Once again, I actually saw it. Yes, I noticed it in my peripheral vision at first, but turned my head and saw the shadow still moving up the stairs. I am the only one who's seen it on the stairs, but I'm not the only one who's seen it.

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The question no one has asked here yet is:
"What was he smoking, and when did he smoke it?"

jk

Me? Shock!

Do you really? Why would you prefer that explanation over the more straightforward one, viz: I'm really a jerk? If you claim that I'm a nice guy, then I would have to ask certain questions...

uh, yeah, that's the ticket! No offense everyone! (Thanks, buddy.)

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I see dead people.

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My freshman year in college, during a floor-wide party, someone told one of my roommates that a fair portion of the floor was under the impression that the five of us in my room were Satanists or some such. I can't honestly say I know how anyone got that idea. The best guess I was ever able to come up with was that another girl on the floor, who was in my art class, had noticed that I'd hidden the letters 'e', 'v', 'i', and 'l' in one of my projects. But I'd actually chosen those letters because they spell four or five different words, depending on how you look at them, and anyway I never really expected anyone to notice.

Whatever its origins, once we heard this mostly baseless rumor, one of my roommates, a devout heathen at a Catholic school, decided to have a little fun with it. I drew a pentagram on a large sheet of paper I had from the aforementioned art class, and we posted it on our door (two points up, of course). My roommate got his bible and hung it in a noose (tied from string -- I'm not sure anyone but us realized it was supposed to be a noose) in front of the pentagram.

Our roomates didn't stop us, but they were a little uneasy about it. Over the next few days, whenever the blinds rattled or the door slammed shut (not rare occurrences), they blamed it on our display. After the second such incident, one of them said he'd take it down if anything else happened. I said okay.

He didn't have to, though, because someone else did it for him. One day the bible and string were gone, and the next, all that was left of the pentagram were a couple of corners of paper taped to the door. The only thing my heathen roommate said was, "I want my bible back -- it's the best piece of fiction in my collection."

I tell this not to offend anyone's beliefs or to take anyone's side, but just because I think it's an amusing and related anecdote.

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The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!

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Whether you meant to or not, the little quips about sloppy thinking just peeved the hell out of me.

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I still think that he just farted by the doorway.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

The First Draft by kaufman 5-30-01

I see dead people. No shit, Sherlock!

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I have a fun haunting tale. Back in college, I knew a sound engineer named Kurt, kind of a short roundish guy who always wore a vest and a tool belt and a little hat so that he looked like a cartoon fisherman. But he'd been a bomb disposal tech in the US Army Rangers, where he learned how to do all kinds of neat things, such as pick locks.

He lived in an apartment complex where Maintenance locked the laundry room at night. This was stupid, seeing as how the apartment dwellers were off earning their rent during the day, not lounging around watching their underwear tumble. So now and then Kurt would pick the padlock and open the laundry room for his friends. He could have left it open just to piss off the maintenance people, or closed it back so that they'd never know, but instead, he'd lock the padlock in the U-shaped thingie and then close the hasp over it, as if one of the maintenance guys had been really stupid when locking up. We always imagined them accusing each other of screwing up, but now I'm wondering if they ever thought the place haunted.

(My laundry sometimes smells like something died in it, but that's a different story.)

Kurt knew how to make lockpicks, and now and then he'd turn out a set for a friend and teach him how to use it. I never did learn, though. I always went over or around locks, never through them. Either way, love laughs at locks, and so did we in those days.

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The young Boorite, showing an early penchant for arrogance.

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Oh, I've been called worse by DexX and LadyJ. Problem was, it was my first time arguing outside the family. Now I can hack it.

Preposterous. The existence of farts has not been proven. Wherever claims of farting arise, there is almost always a rational explanation, such as catalytic converters or barking spiders.

Gabe's gonna show up here in a few, and then I'll be off to Arizona for a week, so I won't be responding to any of this stuff for a while. Pile on!

And I really don't think any of you are stupid, especially those of you who agree with me.

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Are you still planning on hanging out at the bar until 7?

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It did not come across as a friendly debate or sharing of ideas/experiences, it comes across as "I boorite,think this is bunk,
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More like, I, boorite, suspect this is bunk, or rather that there is a rational explanation for these things, and therefore I'll tear apart the claims and throw them back at you to see how you stick them back together, and we'll do this back and forth and maybe in the process get close to the truth. Your characterization was fairly close, though! You say it like it's a bad thing.

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I find it extremely hard to believe that the girl doll from the Puppetmaster, could spit out a leech that big from her painted mouth. Call me a skeptic, but...

((For the record..I do find this extremely amusing... Reminds me of when I was always having to argue with my Dad as a teenager. That and the fact in a case over Spirit v Plausible Explanation, the PE is taken by a "Boo" Oh! The irony! hehe))

Can we talk about conspiracy theories now? I have a great picture of George W's death mask etched in a chemtrail!

Peace out...There's a warm spot in my fridge that needs explaining!

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Women are fisher's of men because we all know.... The small ones you throw back. The medium ones you eat. The large ones you mount.

The black pope controls the world.
(not really, but some say so)
http://www.remnantofgod.org/

I'm not here to debate the plausibility of the supernatural. I was just posting a harmless 'ghost story' (and that is the term I choose to use, like it or not). I don't give a shit what anyone thinks about my experiences because A) they are my experiences and B) I don't want to try to rationalize them. They happened, and that is that. I can't bring myself to see past it because I wasn't asking for my story to be completely picked apart, nor was I expecting to be made to look like some sort of irrational thinker and told that my "wording evidences a bias". I don't even know what the hell that means! But I do know that no one here knows me at all. Here are the facts: I do not believe in ghosts. I think that what most perceive as 'paranormal' is usually an over-active imagination...like watching a slasher flick at the cinema, then walking to your car thinking that the slasher is going to be there waiting for you, even though you know that it was just a movie.

Thus, I do not believe that there is actually a ghost/spirit/dead person in my house. It's just easier to laugh off any freaky occurance as "Oh, it's just the ghost" instead of trying to rationally explain it because I really don't care either way. What happens happens, and that's that. Now, if that attitude makes me come across as ignorant or arrogant or just a dumbass, then that's fine - that's how you perceive me. So now we can agree that we are all perceiving each other to be something that they either are or aren't. And, as we all should know, perception is in the mind's eye. Therefore, all our minds function differently. If we are all agreed on that point, then let's "see past it" and get on with next "ghost story" - which you can perceive however you like. It's a free forum. Do what you want...I don't care anymore.

That's all I wanted to say.

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