Dora the Explorer
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Post by Dora the Explorer on Aug 9, 2003 12:24:13 GMT -5
Like in that movie Sixth Sense where that kid could see dead people?
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Post by KoNeko on Aug 9, 2003 19:59:24 GMT -5
Oooh, I have that sense-y thing as well, but I can sense people when they're around me, even if I can't see or hear them (like, not always in a ghosty sense but also if I was in a dark room or something, I can usually manouvere to the other side of the room without bumping into anyone or anything).
Speaking of sensing dead people- last week when I was in Tassie I went to Port Arthur, which is the site of a convict colony, only now it's a pile of ruins with only the workhouse, church, barracks and a handful of other buildings remaining. And so we did the walks on the ground, and it was alright and everything, but then we went into one of the most haunted houses in Australia and while I did have a little walk around, I have to say that it felt really... weird at the bottom of the stairs (the staircase was roped off, in any case). So anyway, it felt weird (as in, I felt sort of uncomfortable being there) and I went outside and read the sign about what the house was about and everything, and it was the reverend (and his family) who used to live there, only everyone really hated him because he was a real slave-driver and they actually burnt his house down at some point, but because the bottom floor of the house was brick, it was saved and got restored, but the top floor went completely. This reverend guy died on the top floor of his house, which was timber and destroyed by the fire, so it's not there anymore, even if the staircase was. It was kind of weird.
The scary thing is that I've taken lots of photos of the house and the area and there are reports that people's photos don't work out well because they photograph things that... well, things they didn't see the first time around when they were there. They had some of the photos up in the info centre at the front of the site, and they're actually really creepy. I don't want to get my photographs developed. I'm too chicken.
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Dora the Explorer
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Post by Dora the Explorer on Aug 11, 2003 15:28:25 GMT -5
If you do get them developed, try to scan them and put them on this board! One time, when I was in Corpus Christi, we went on this big ship called the Lexington. I was 6 and my brother was 4. I went to thepart that was said to be haunted, and got this creeppy tingly feeling. My brother had no idea about the haunted bit, but he started screaming at me to "get out of there or the ghost would get me". It was pretty creepy.
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Post by En on Aug 14, 2003 13:48:32 GMT -5
I went with my mum to her old hometown -- past a house where she has some really bad memories, though I didn't know that then. While we were passing, I got a funny feeling about the place, so I looked at the doorway, which had a tall window beside it. There was a statue of Mary there (you know, the one loads of Catholics have where she's wearing blue and white robes) but I swear when I looked at her face, she was a very ugly man with a beard, laughing.
Years later I was doing some family research and found out that the house is not only built on top of a well -- which is traditionally thought bad luck in the Euro tradition -- but the well was abandoned because it was discovered that it delved down into a Native American burial mound -- and there's no luck worse in either culture than building your home on burial grounds. *shakes head* Oh, and that ugly bearded guy? I saw a photo of him years later. It's the *censored*er who abused my mum.
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Post by Nie on Aug 14, 2003 19:56:04 GMT -5
Building over a burial ground doesn't even have to be thought of as being bad luck - it's just disrespectful.
Our old house was haunted. It was an old miners cottage and from when we moved in when I was 4 I always felt like there was someone else in the house other than us. I'm certain that I saw the same girl twice out of the corner of my eye too.
Anyway, we lost that house in a fire and rebuilt over the same spot. The new house doesn't have the same feeling of there being someone else in the house, but now the old shed does, more than it did before. My mum, being sentimental and all, has kept things she salvaged from the old house in the shed, like the old wood stove and the old fire place and a few other things. So I kinda avoid going into the shed if I can.
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Post by En on Aug 15, 2003 8:56:39 GMT -5
*nods* It is disrespectful.
My family have lived on a farm near the Mississippi for about 150 years now (though just lately we've had to let the house, as my grandparents are too old to live 5 miles from a town anymore ) and there are a few spots that have accrued extra... something. Like the horse barn. If you stand in one particular stall of the horse barn, you can just feel someone laughing. I think it's my Great-Great-Uncle Dale, but I can't prove it. And there's someone worried who sits on the steps of the storm cellar when bad weather is coming; more than once I've been in the cellar, getting canning jars or something, and I thought someone was on the steps up to the outside -- and about two hours later, surprise! the air got all thick like it does just before a tornado.
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Post by Ersade on Aug 15, 2003 16:25:04 GMT -5
Whoa, En, I've actually had some similar experiences at a family farm.
For the first part, I swear I'm always seeing some dog running around near the old barn. Or if not seeing it, hearing it. My brother and I were running around one time we were out there, exploring parts we didn't normally go to, and we both heard this distinct barking. When we told our grandparents, they said it was probably just a neighbour's dog, but it felt like that dog belonged there. Like he'd been there all along.
And I feel this weird.. presence when I walk near that barn. Like the kind that you know you're not alone even though you know you are.. The kind that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. And the last time I was at the farm, I was actually allowed to go in it, which I never had before because the barn is collapsing from old age. It was the weirdest feeling walking through there.. I can't even describe it. I felt emotions that weren't mine, really distinct ones. And I don't know where they were coming from but they were there. I'm really disappointed that now I'm at the age where I'd really get to explore the old barns and stuff, but my grandparents don't live there anymore.. Though I feel really weird stuff where they live now, too. Especially in the master bedroom upstairs.
I get weird feelings when I'm in cemeteries.. like I'm being watched. Especially this really old one we've visited a few times, with really old graves and everything. And I know we're always the only ones there, but something about that place..
I used to want to be an exorcist just so I'd come in contact with ghosts.. My friends tease me about it, but I definitely believe in them.
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Post by En on Aug 15, 2003 18:07:17 GMT -5
You mean like old pioneer cemeteries? Yah, they're full of Something. My da is way into the idea of inheritance (he's weird, like he should have been born in the middle ages instead of now) and once when I was about 5, he took me out to the grave of the first of our ancestors to live on our farm. Well, my da is the oldest son of the oldest son of the son of this dead guy, right, and I'm my da's oldest, so he took me out there to see this grave so I'd get a sense for the continuity of inheritance, blah blah.
So I'm just kind of like, oh, this is cool, an old cemetery. It had some interesting old stone markers and a couple of cedar trees (which are the Midwestern USA cemetery tree like yew trees are the British cemetery tree).
Then we walked up to this stone. This guy had been married twice -- his first wife died and he married again -- so his two wives are buried on either side of him. And his name is in the middle of the stone: Richard M____ W____. There were irises growing on each side, too, which is kind of my father's family's symbol (long story). So yeah, there I am looking at the stone, with the three names and the irises.
And I feel a hand clap my shoulder. I stand there for a moment of respectful silence, me and my da, and then quietly (you never shout in a graveyard) I say, yeah, Da, so this is the one who built the house at the farm? Or was that his son?
No answer. I turn around.
My da is 30 meters away, on the other side of the cemetery, looking at another stone.
Here's the really weird part: My da was Mr. Science, at least back then. He didn't believe anything unless chemistry or physics could prove it. And his da was Mr. Practicality; if he couldn't touch it or couldn't turn it into what he needed for his family and farm, it didn't matter whether it existed or not. They're not the kind of men who believe in spirits and such.
But when me and my da drove back to the farm and went up to see my grandfather -- he asked where we'd been, and my da told him where, and my tough old grandpa said, "Oh. And was Richard M. quiet then?"
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Post by Natz on Aug 16, 2003 10:30:16 GMT -5
It is disrespecful to build your house on a burial ground and there is a possibility that it can bring bad luck because the dead would not like to have their rest disturbed.
The house i live in now i sometimes see i guy sitting in my chair but then when i look again he isn't there any more. Could just be my overactive imagination playing tricks on me.
That would have been a scary experience.
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Dora the Explorer
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Post by Dora the Explorer on Aug 16, 2003 18:05:08 GMT -5
OMG Have any of you tried Bloody Mary? You go into a room with a mirror, turn off all the lights, and say Bloody Mary 3 times. My friend Parisa and I did it, and I swear we saw something. We screamed so loud!
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Post by KoNeko on Aug 17, 2003 6:48:39 GMT -5
*Bloody Mary reminds KoNeko if the Syzygy episode of the X-Files. She turns to En and winks before turning back to Dora.* I thought it was 13 times? Anyway, I try not to mess with the supernatural if I can help it. Like, when I was younger, my friends and I did the ouija board thing but 1) it got boring and 2) I didn't really like the thought of asking people how they died etc. 3) If the supernatural was so serious and everything, surely blowing on your hands etc. wouldn't be sufficient to get the spirits to go away? and 4) if I were dead, I wouldn't want a bunch of kids asking me annoying questions.
There's other quasi-creepy things like the Bloody Mary one. Like, if you brush your hair at midnight in a dark room, you're supposed to see the face of the person you're going to marry in the mirror, but I've never tried it so I can only related the myth but not the fact on that one.
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Post by Natz on Aug 17, 2003 10:50:35 GMT -5
i've never brushed my hair at midnight either. Should be interesting to try at some point.
I thought it was the candy man you had to say 13 times?
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Post by En on Aug 18, 2003 14:31:22 GMT -5
*Bloody Mary reminds KoNeko if the Syzygy episode of the X-Files. She turns to En and winks before turning back to Dora.* *grins and winks back* That's exactly what I thought.*laughs until it hurts*
I've never heard the hair-brushing one before. I don't think it would work on me, as I've very little hair and excellent night-vision
The Bloody Mary one, kids used to do a lot; I'd hear girls at my school talking about how they did it at a slumber party and Something Awful happened. I'm not sure why though. Power of suggestion I suppose. Wonder how many people who do that know who Bloody Mary was? Or have seen or read The Candyman? I mean -- they're both scary, but Mary was scary in a political way. Know what I mean?
Three is more culturally significant than thirteen at this point, and I don't know why. Hmm... yeah, what a geek I am, I know, this is Sociology Project I'll Never Do #3495873096756754076 -- finding out what impressions different groups of people have of different numbers
For me, six is the most important magical number, four is the number of reason, three is the number of power, and two is the number of everything that annoys me, including political parties in the USA
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Post by Dora the Explorer on Aug 19, 2003 18:47:16 GMT -5
In fairy tales, three is a very important number. Three little pigs, the three Bears, and in fairy tales things usually happen in sequences of three. It's so creepy, I'm almost obsessive: when counting any number of things, I count in threes, like if I was counting M&M's, it would go 1-2-3 4-5-6 7-8-9- 10-11-12. It's so weird. As for Bloody Mary, for those who don't know (but I'm assuming everone does) she was oldest daughter of Henry the Eighth (who had like 6 wives-at least I think it's Henry the Eighth, coulda been the Sixth). She ruled after her younger half brother Edward died. She would behead people for belonging to a different church/religion than the one she wanted people to belong to, or she would kill them for not agreeing with her, stupid stuff like that. Thus the name Bloody Mary. *turns to geeky En * Am I right? I am a nerd at school, truly. ;D What's the Candyman? Oh, and how did first days go? Yesterday was my first day!
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Post by KoNeko on Aug 20, 2003 8:55:50 GMT -5
Hmmm, I think the Candyman thing is sort of like Bloody Mary, only instead of saying "Bloody Mary" you say "Candyman" or something, right En? Oh, and the Candyman is some clown sort of guy with bees in him, I haven't seen the film (too chicken ) but I recall Guin talking about it ages ago.
Blah. I don't like mirrors in general. Like, anyone seen Poltergeist III? I guess it's got lots of interesting metaphysical points in it which I could probably go into, but when you're 12 years old and watching the Polt at midnight by yourself, metaphysics is the last thing on your mind. Anyway, that movie had lots of scary mirror-related happenings, and after I saw it, I couldn't look at my reflection for about a month.
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