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Night TerrorsSo for a long time I've wanted to tell someone about this but I've never really gotten it off my chest. I have horribly disturbing dreams. I don't know why and I hope dreams are no reflection of a person or their subconscious, because if so then I am definitely insane. Not all of my dreams are this way, but the ones that aren't seem to have no meaning at all. They also seem like the dreams of the insane, but in a less dark way. They're just incoherent series of events that I can barely piece together the next day.Night Terrors by Zebucompany
I'm fortunately never in the bad ones. I watch events unfold as a disembodied perspective, like a fly on the wall. I don't believe this is true of course but they always feel as though I'm somehow watching something horrible happening in the real world in real time through some astral window. This always comes with a feeling of dread, disgust, and a strong sense that I am not supposed to be seeing what I am. The people I'm watching never seem to know that I'm watching. Here a
My Paranormal EncountersSo I'm 23 and in that time I have had two paranormal encounters. Depending on what kind of person you ask, that's either a whole lot or not many at all. I absolutely love philosophy; I live, eat, sleep and breathe philosophy. I aspire to be a philosophy professor someday. After finishing my degree in Electron Microscopy I'm going to save up to put myself back into school for a PhD. I love philosophy, science, formal logic and critical thinking so don't discount the title of this piece right away. I'm a harsh skeptic too. Even after these experiences, I still say I don't believe in the paranormal. What I do believe however is that in these two cases I'm stumped.My Paranormal Encounters by Zebucompany
Chronologically the first one was the ghost in my ex-girlfriend's bedroom. It was the first time I had ever stayed over night at her house. We made a cute little date night out of it. She made me eat a tofu burger because she was a vegetarian (I couldn't even have milk - had to drink water), she gave me an oily massage and tried
Rowena Roman Ch.3 Noah - 3Rowena Roman Ch.3 Noah - 3 by suyuku-san
Noah: Part 3
“When you saw me on that day I died.”
Those words echoed in his mind, ringing in his ears. But it was impossible, sure he had heard of those who nearly died but lived, or those who did in fact died but came back moments later that was something he knew of.
But Diana Rowena had died with her internal organs ripped from her body, bleeding heavily without the strength to move. There was no way in hell someone could come back from that and be completely healed within a matter of days.
“How?” he asked unable to stop himself. “How did you come back when you clearly died from such an injury?”
Diana didn’t answer, not right away, she merely sighed before she did. “You weren’t supposed to be there, if you had just stayed in your dorm then…” she sighed again. “Guess it doesn’t really matter now.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” He said in which she looked at him ov
SuicideThis lovely suicide -Suicide by Scarlettletters
the hiss of smoke
dangling between your fingers
and the loss of breath
that claimed your sleep.
Your limbs -
somnolent, wrapped against
the autumn chill
fingers draped with paper angels
as someone you never knew
tucked a lily behind your dreams.
I could almost hear
your skin speaking
eloquent and parched as summer,
wondering if you
had landed somewhere holy
or if god
had kept you waiting.
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