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Hey guys, so i’m a 15 year old female. (turning 16) And, for the longest time i’ve believed my house was haunted.. i’d hear things, and not only hear, but see.. Such as i witnessed a candle stick fly across the room once, when one of my other friends were living with us at one point. (Reason i mention that is because i heard poltergeists feed off of energy, and she was a very troubled person) Anyhow, so i was out of the house for 2 weeks. I came back last night, my mom said NOTHING happened when i was gone. Last night i went to bed, and i had the feeling i was being watched, i seen a Shadow go by the hall and my rabbit freaked right out, he was stomping and throwing things ALL night. I could NOT sleep. Anyhow this morning my mom wakes me, and she’s like.. "wanna hear something freaky?" So she tells me that last night she heard a woman’s voice, so she assumed it was her phone and pressed end. Then all of a sudden her phone rings and she answers it, and it’s 911 saying that she called them, she didn’t say anything, she just dialed it.. For my moms phone there are many steps to call someone she would have had to press 7 buttons in total.. So i was a bit freaked out, and my mom also said she felt like she was being watched, and she felt as if someone was standing right around the corner constantly.. So when my mom told me this and she left i had a bit of an anxiety attack then all of a sudden, my motion censored alarm clock beeps.. For this thing to beep, you have to wave your hand directly over it. When it beeped i turned around, and nothing was around it. What do you guys think?
That’s actually a good idea, i should set up a video camera.
I will try not to raise to much hype! I’m usually a very calm person, i don’t go out partying etc. I just sit down read do whatever. Usually ghost stuff doesn’t freak me out, But this. is scaring me Just because there isn’t that "oh it’s not real" when you’re watching it on t.v.. And Even my mom’s getting scared, and i’ve never seen her freaked out, she’s in the military. Hard to scare this woman.

Ok, my grandmother just turned 70. She lives alone now in a small house that she’s lived in for over 50 years, and has a cat too. Her husband died in 2007 from a heart attack, in the house. Nothing strange EVER happened in that house until he passed away unexpectedly.

Just weeks after he died, the weird things began to happen. There are several witnesses–my grandmother, her cat, her 5 adult kids who often visit the house, me, my mom, and several other family members.

Just weeks after her husband died, she was sitting on the couch one day watching TV and the door bell thingy on the wall (rectangle shaped thing) suddenly popped off and flew and landed in the middle of the room on the floor. The cat ran over and looked scared and sniffed around for a while. She left it on the floor for her 1 son to see that day.

One time when I was there and talking to her, and heard something shaking behind me, and I turned around and the large plant that sits in a base on the floor was shaking all by itself. All the doors and windows were closed and there was no wind.

Twice within a week, her alarm clock reset to 12:00 AM, and never did it again after.

She received an EMAIL from "Kenny Culver", her DECEASED HUSBAND who never learned to use a computer, never had email. It was no prank, she doesn’t have friends or family who would prank her like that. The email was blank, it just said it was from her husband. I still have pictures that I took of the email today.

We were using the "Ghost Radar" app on the Android one day and it spoke the names of TWO deceased relatives who had died but in their own homes, not in my grandmother’s house.

We often hear banging on doors and vents in the house when it’s not windy out, and the chandelier she has in the dining room often gets brighter and dimmer all by itself slowly. There was once the sound of snoring coming from her bedroom when no one was sleeping in there.

I cannot explain these things and neither can anyone else. They’re not so severe that they need to stop, but these things haven’t stopped since my grandfather died. There have been months where nothing happened at all, only to have numerous events happen a month later.

I really don’t think there is any logical explanation for these things. What do you think?

Early every morning I and my family are treated to a unique "alarm clock", the chatter of a flock of parakeets flying over our neighborhood. They are en route from their nesting grounds to their feeding grounds where they spend the day eating, of course. In the evening around sunset this is repeated, as the birds head back to their nests to spend the night.
One morning as they left their nests, they flew with a gentle tail wind of 5 mph assisting them. That evening, for their return flight they faced a stronger breeze of 15 mph. Assuming that their round trip distance was 30 miles, their round trip flying time was 2 hours, and that their own flying speed was constant in both instances, find their normal flying speed (in still air).

Im 15 and am turning 16 in March. I used to be a straight A student and could fly by school and, without studying, could ace tests and quizzes. (back to the present) I really do try hard in school, but sadly i am not the best at studying for tests or quizzes and am probably the best procrastinator on the planet. This all is obviously going to effect my grades. I have fallen into this pattern because the classes that i am taking are the advanced placement and honors types of classes. Honors Sophomore American Literature is difficult because of the fact that i really can’t write an essay to save my life, and Honors Accounting is difficult because i have absolutely no idea how to do closing entries. Although i am getting a C in these two classes, my third, and definitely worse class is Honors Algebra II. To save some time i am just going to say I suck at it and am currently getting a mid D.
All of these terrible grades lead up to one main thing… punishment. I am punished as often as any other normal teenager would be, but lately the punishment has been getting ALOT more severe. It used to just be get my ipod or xbox taken away for about a week, but is now getting a littles out of hand. When my midterm came in and my parents saw my "piss-pour" grades they kind of went ballistic. First of all, they took my xbox(i paid for it), my laptop(i paid for it), my desktop(i paid for it), my monitor(i paid for it), my ipod(christmas gift), and my phone(essential because we don’t have a home phone). That’s not all, they also took all of my shelves out of my room which were filled with books, beanie babies, knick knacks, TISSUES, AND EVEN MY ALARM CLOCK! They also put my bed directley into the center of the room. If you ask me it looks like one of the rooms in an asylum. Quite frankly, i will probably end up in one of those pretty soon here because this is driving me nuts. I can’t go to any of my friends houses or BIRTHDAYS, and if (by some miracle) i finish my homework, i am told to look through it again to make sure it is right and do THE CHAPTER REVIEW IN THE BACK OF THE BOOK. Now i can see how this would benefit me as far as school goes, but personally i think it is making me worse. My reasoning for that is because i am pretty much getting burned out on it. Is it actually helping… ANSWER: NO. Mainly (besides previous point) because i can’t focus in school because all i can think about is what was taken from me.(aka DISTRACTIONS)
Along with all of umm… ^^^ that, i am pretty sure i am entering a state of depression (call me a drama queen or whatever you want, but that is just what i think)
Reasons:
Insomnia(not extreme)
I am constantly hungry and, well eating (which is not exactly what someone like me needs to be doing)
I can not focus on anything i do (not add or anything like that)
and i picture things alot "darker" than i usually would (picturing someone i see tied to train tracks and being decapitated by an oncoming train and large amounts of blood pouring from their open wound)(<– that was just an example)(ps. tell me if it was lolz(i thought it kinda was))
Anyway time for the actual question(now that i have wasted most of your time)
-A way to persuade my parents for some of my stuff back
I WANT TO PLAY MY BLACK OPS :=( lol

-a way to help me with school or staying focused

-a way to make me happy?

ps. in case you were wondering to yourself "how is this kid asking this question on a COMPUTER if his are taken away."
ANSWER: It is currently 2:00 in the morning (couldn’t sleep in my asylum room) and went to the living room (stealthily) and started typing on my mom’s laptop.

THAnk YOu in advance

I’ll just come out and admit it: asking people their thoughts on my writing is a guilty pleasure of mine. So here it goes (I litteraly just wrote this so excuse some of the spelling/gramatical errors I am positive are up in there somewhere:

My alarm went off and I groggily sat up. The light from the sun shined through the window and I decided it was a good day for a morning jog. It had been a week since the coffee shop and I hadn’t talk to, or seen James–or Sempory for that matter–since. It was if they had all ran away with the circus or something. I may’ve been over thinking it, but it had been two weeks, plus James said that he would see me the fallowing day. He had texted me once though, I didn’t answer, but he still texted me. I hadn’t even opened it, and I didn’t plan on it.
I wasn’t worried about them. Or at least I shouldn’t have been.
Sempory was a jerk, a two faced weirdo with only "one thing" on his mind–whether it was given to him freely or not. While James was, well, sort of different. He wore dark colors, had a piercing or two, gave off an arrogant air, and I was pretty sure he had some sort of tattoo on the palm of his hand. He was totally not right for me, he was opposite of me and my open feelings and cheeriness, and yet I felt myself being drawn to him. Like a fly to a lamp in the middle of a pitch-black night.
That day I wore a pair of plain white tennis shoes that I had had for a few months. They weren’t really, but a dirty off white color that said, "Yes I used to be cute and clean but now I’m a dirty mess." I like them just the same and was unwilling to get another pair until I ran the sole of the shoes out of them.
When I walked out he air hit me like a brick of ice. It was freezing. I almost went back inside but there was something so inviting about the cold air and warm sun. It was early yet, so I decided to just bear through the cold for a little while. The air would warm and I would have a good run.
There wasn’t too much traffic because it had been just after four-o-clock. I liked to run early in the morning because it helped me to think. I always planned out my day while I was running. Where I would go, who I would see, what movie I would watch with my twin brother, how much popcorn the two of us would eat, etcetera, etcetera.
I turned a corner and admired the small but cute café type things that lined the road. I stopped and got a muffin in one of them and kept running. It was getting warmer, just like I thought. I was beggining to sweat–mother would correct me and say perspire–and became short of breath. I would have worried about taking a brake for a while, but a hand clamped over my mouth and pulled me into a car. I couldn’t see anything for some reason so I had one of my famous panic attacks that end with me passing out.

Good, bad, awful? I’m too hard onmyself and everytime I add something to this story i get the image of me stabbing my eyes out LOL Please tell me what you honestly think about it….Even if you are going to tell me that you hate it. Try to point out gramatical errors and such out as well! Thanks lots ;D
no, this wasn’t the beginning of the story. i have revised this since so it’s not awful any longer lol. explained the two guys because they weren’t really described before. This is reletively early in the story so it wasn’t as if i waited twenty chapter to actually introduce them… Basically this was a normal morning for her: get up, get ready go for a run. Also i could not explain the car she was pulled into because she could not see it. I did add A LOT of detail to it. I can so relate to being frustrated when an only an excert is presented to read though….it’s like o_O "oh no they didn’t!" LOL thanks so much (:

In my dreams, I would always be aware of the events in the dream around hours in the dream but I believe to be mere minutes in real life. To be more specific, it seems that it FEELS like I witness events in the dream worth of hours while it’s just around around 1 minute- 5 at maximum in real life because I would always wake because of my alarm clock.

Now is this a lucid dream? I don’t manipulate any of the elements that appear; for example, I’m sure I can fly if I wish to in the dream but I chose NOT to and just let the dream environment stay untouched and it appears to resemble real world physics and society like gravity, weather, and real life interaction of people you passed while walking in streets. Now if some of you might say that I’m actually manipulating the environment to resemble real life setting, I’m not sure myself whether to agree or disagree with that one.

The second part, which I believe is crucial, is that I don’t think I’m anywhere on the actual dream events at all. It feels like I’m somewhere above (like an angel or even god) that watches people like a movie and the dream scenes shifts from one to another but I’m sure it’s all in the same "film". Then when I wake up, I can recall many of the details (showing that I’m mentally strongly enough to remember them) at which point I write them down.

I would like to mention that I may be seeing things dreams like a director or god in my dreams because (In real life) I’m currently writing a script and I’m composing the plot scene by scene.

I’m 13 so don’t tell me spelling errors or anything, I’m still working out the kinks. Both of these I wrote in just a couple minutes. So this is my debate between beginnings, the first one is narrated by the main character who is a little older then 10:

"Patience! Get up!" my mom called.
I glanced at my alarm clock. 6:30! I should have gotten up half an hour ago! I flung open my drawers and grabbed the first thhings I layer my hands on: a pair of blue jeans, and a random tie-died T-shirt I made at Addy’s, my best friend, birthday party last year.
After quickly getting dressed I flew down the stairs.
"How’s the Birthday girl?" my mom asked as I started to shovel down cereal that thankfully my mom cared enough to pour.
"Great," I mumbled with a mouthful of sugary goodness.
"Ryan, you get up too!" my mom hollered up the stairs to my 16 year old brother…

Or one from when she was older:

Hi, I’m Dandelion (I’ll explain my name later) and recently, my brother passed away. Before you aww and say "I’m sorry" or whatever, don’t. I am not here for your sympathy but I’m here to fulfill my brothers dying wish. 
A few years before my brother died, I explained him something that no mortal had heard. A couple weeks ago, on his deathbed, he asked me to share it to the world. I of course agreed but struggled onto where to start. I finally decided to start towards the end, not the very end but a couple years ago, a rainy afternoon I decided to go see my brother. 

So, which one do you like better and why?

Ah-hah! Your foolish sloppy slo-motion microwave will never conquer poseiden, master fisherwoman whom Taleid skips with. Sometimes, you can’t always get what the himilayan ostrich desires. begs. Filtering the ugly ducklings is not a necessarily intelligently intellectual option.

Remember, alarm clocks do not reside in the Netherlands as you may listen to the jewelery.

Ok, on to the nasty break-up.

Feiton, who comes from the wonderful land of wonderland, eats wonderbread. He was my boyfriend. Or so Esther cranberries. So one day, Feiton, who was finally coming to my house for the first time, rang my door bell. Little Kaylie answered, oh my sweet little Kaylie, barely a week old.

"Who is it?" Kaylie posthumus.

"For now, pickle berry juice sounded like a new type of faith, so I joined in," exclaimed Cynthia, full of glee.

"It’s Feiton, or so the cucumber cannot?", Feiton responded, as sweet, little Kaylie opened the door.

Now I was upstairs, gleaming at the two from the banister, so i did not see exactly what occured. As soon as the little plum, Kaylie, opened the door, I heard a gunshot. Kaylie went flying back into the wall, and blood roamed freely throughout our castle. It was not so much fate that caused the camel to resign as queen porcupine, but it was glitter gloves. I ran downstairs and smacked Feiton in the face, taking a peak over at my 1 week old sister’s filthy, bloody skull, flies infesting it with doom. Feiton screamed and hopped away, and as i peered through the front door watching him hop like a little tarantula, I immediately appeared in Amazonia. The cloud with the heavyweight feathers had won. I broke up with him, and Thommy was destroyed.

Chapter 1

"Alexandra! Get your butt out of bed! School starts today. Aren’t you excited?" my mom shouted loudly through the thin, wooden, bedroom door, while knocking continuously. She’d been prodding me to get up for about ten minutes now, with no victory. The only replies I had granted her were rude remarks like, ‘go away’, or ‘shut up’.
"Please, just five. More. Minutes!" I repeatedly begged. "I still have a lot of time! I don’t have to be at school until 8 ‘o’ clock!" I added, hoping to finally persuade my mother to leave me alone so I could get at least ten more minutes of sleep.
"But Alex, you only have about twenty minutes! You’re going to be late. Get up now!" my oh-so-stubborn mother ordered.
Forcing one, heavy eyelid to slowly crawl open, I glanced at the translucent, neon alarm clock that waited silently. Sure enough, it read 7:40 a.m. Groaning in annoyance, I pushed myself to get out of my warm, welcoming bed. I slowly melted from a groggy, calm teen who just wanted to take her time getting ready, to a fast-paced, hyper girl, who wanted to get the day done and over with. I rushed through a scorching hot shower, nearly killing myself when I nearly slipped on a bar of soap. Just my typical clumsiness setting in, destined to somehow ruin my day. After drying and brushing my brown-blonde hair, I pulled it back into a neat ponytail.
Turning to my dresser, I kneeled, throwing open one of the drawers. I cringed as I heard one of the most horrible sounds ever. My cute little kitten, Raja, mewed and hissed as it too, was tossed from her comfy napping spot, which just happened to be made up of my four favorite shirts.
"Nice, Raja. Real nice," I scolded, digging deep into the piled-in clothes. "Aha! Found it," I cheered, sliding on my black volleyball T Shirt. I found it my most comfortable shirt, and I absolutely loved it. Then, I threw on a thin hoodie. Running back into my bathroom, I gasped. How had I forgotten pants?! I glared down at my outfit which consisted of an old hoodie and pajama pants that were dotted with little purple music notes. Ugh.
I found my favorite pair of jeans and tried slipping them on quickly. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out very well. And because of my clear lack of grace, the result was me getting one leg in, while the other foot slipped, causing me to fall towards my dirty clothes hamper. It flew a few feet, spilling clothes all over my normally semi-clean room. Not regarding any attention to that, I finished the almost impossible task of putting on my jeans.
"Shoes, where are you?" I asked absent-mindedly. I snaked her arms into the point of no return: underneath my bed. Feeling around, I found one, then the other. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I shoved my sock-clad feet into the black converse. They were well worn-out and fit me well.
Looking around at the aftermath of the hamper incident, I groaned. There were clothes randomly strewn all around where the hamper had fallen. Glancing at the alarm clock for a second, I realized that I only had five minutes until the first bell rang. And how horrible would that be as a first impression? Late on the first day. Unacceptable.
I laughed a little bit as I realized that that was something my business-like mother would say. But I guess I couldn’t judge my mom too harshly, considering she had been a single mother since I had been born. True, I’d always wanted another brother or sister to pick on and order around, but my mom never got too serious about a guy. Oh well. I shrugged it off and waved ‘good-bye’ to Raja, who was watching me intently. Apparently, the little kitten hadn’t forgotten of the earlier

He hides in a doorway@the end of the hall.2 min l8r he c’s the hangman scurry out of Buffalo’s room and race downstairs. "Ben is so scared after he reads what happened to Buffalo that he aint looked at an alarm clock for a week. He’s hiding, but I can take you to him for 5 grand. He’ll testify." "I don’t pay for perjury," growled the inspector" "He never improves," sighed Haledjian, entering the inspector’s office and holding the door wide open Nick’s flying exit.

Why was Nick booted??