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Paranormal Experiences

Hello again everybody, here I have another fun and exciting topic of discussion: the paranormal! I'd like to hear your thoughts and experiences regarding the subject. Do you believe in things such as ghosts, angels, demons, and aliens? Have you or anyone you know experienced something strange? Please share here, but be respectful. =)

I'll go first.

I'm undecided, and currently agnostic. I've had a lot of strange things happen to me and to people I know, but I worry that my mind may be playing tricks on me because I want to believe. For right now, I'm leaning on the "maybe" side. I'm still looking for hard, undeniable proof to confirm or deny the existence of god(s), angels demons, aliens, cryptids, or what have you.

Okay, on to my experiences.

When I was around 13 I moved into my father's house (parents divorced). The house was unfinished so we lived in the basement. At night, when all the lights and electronics were shut of, it was near pitch black and absolutely quiet, but that didn't bother me. It was the best sleep I ever had in my life. But some nights...I would get a feeling that I was being watched. I often had sleep paralysis. And I started having a lot of extremely vivid and terrifying dreams, and I used to have a journal before my laptop crashed and it got corrupted.. oh well.

Anyway, I've had plenty of ghost and demon dreams. But these two have still stuck with me and are ingrained in my memory to this day:

Demon Child

I had a brown jacket I loved and wore every day, and would put it on my computer chair every night before bed. One night I dreamed that I woke up and saw this naked child. He was pale of skin, with blond curly hair, almost cherubic. But he also had red eyes and sharp teeth. He looked evil, possibly possessed.
He crept near my chair and it looked like he took something in his hands, though it was too hard to see. He spoke, but I don't know what he said. He quickly scurried away into the darkness.
In the morning when I woke up for real I couldn't find my jacket anywhere, I looked and looked, but still couldn't find it. The next night before I went to sleep, I prayed (I was deeply religious at the time due to my grandparent's influence) that he would make the "little devil" would give it back. I didn't dream that night, but in the morning I found my jacket lying on the floor next to my desk chair.

Three-Part Alien Dream

Part 1: The dream starts with me sleeping in bed and I hear a knock on the upstairs back door. I get out of bed and head up into the unfinished first floor of the house, and see couple of silhouettes through the window in the backdoor. When I get closer, I see that they are two blue looking aliens, with big black oval eyes. They speak to me telepathically, May we come in? I simply shake my head, too afraid to answer, then walk away and go back to bed.
Part 2 (probably a few months later, real-time): Again, the dream begins with me sleeping in bed. The basement door and bulkhead are both open (which my dad often does during late spring to early fall). Sleep paralysis kicks in, and I'm just laying there on my back with my eyes open, stiff as a log. Three small, greenish-grey aliens with huge hands and eyes come marching down the stairs and a small block unfolds into a stretcher. They put me on the stretcher, and work on me with tools that don't even seem to cut my body on the outside. Sometime later, they put me back in bed, and the dream fades to black.
Part 3 (several weeks or months later in real-time): The dream begins with me trying to fall asleep at night, with the basement door wide open and moonlight shining in. The sleep paralysis is back and I can barely move my eyes around, but that's it. I get the feeling I'm being watched so I try to look toward the basement stairs, and I see what looks like a tall and lanky steel-blue alien with big black eyes and six fingers. It is holding a black box, which appears to be open, but I can't see what's inside. It closes the box and goes back up the stairs out of sight.

Now, a few real-life experiences.

Are you still reading these?

I have seen on a few occasions, classic UFO-shaped aircraft with no lights and no trails and no sound. Once, I saw a trio of them flying in formation. All sightings happened during the day. (I honestly don't hang around outside that much at night, so who knows what I might have missed seeing.)

While video chatting at night with someone the first day at a place my dad was renting (while work was being done on his unfinished house), I got the chills and a feeling of "ghost dread" as I call it. My chat partner said he saw me become completely engulfed in a black shadow. For a few seconds. I moved into a different room the next day.

On another occasion, two of my friends were chatting while I was sleeping in my dorm at college. They see a weird orb appear and hover over me on the screen, and then it darts out the window.

And lastly, and ongoing phenomenon. For years my boyfriend has dreamed about what he calls "Evil Panda," some kind of doppelganger or succubus or demon creature that keeps trying to seduce him or drag him under the bed or into dark voids. He says it looks like me, but has an evil smile and can contort its body, and is superhumanly powerful.

That's not all, but I don't want to share my whole weird life story. I want to hear about yours!

WORM: Parahumans Manchvegas [CANCELLED]

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Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower

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Eighteenth of November (Morning)

A bright red ball rolled into view, and a tiny, little smiling blond girl reached to grab it--just as a taller girl snatched it away. The smaller one looked up, wide-eyed, and outstretched her arms, silently pleading with pouting lips for the ball. The other girl offered it, and just the little one reached for it, the other kid raised it up out of reach. She jumped for it, the other raised it higher, laughing, then tossed it over her head. A crowd was gathering now, and they were tossing the ball again and again over the young child's head. She jumped and jumped, and soon the other children were chanting, "Monkey in the middle! Monkey in the middle!" The little girl stopped jumping and tears began to form in her eyes.

But the scene around her faded and transformed. The girl was older now, wearing a green cloak and mask, and the crowd that surrounded her was vastly different. It was a gang of Empire 88, with ghoulish, drooping faces and glowing red eyes. They were armed with knives and guns, and they were drawing in closer and closer. "I-I don't want to hurt you..." Wallflower warned in a whisper, her eyes darting around in fear as they approached. "Please, just go away..." she spoke louder, hugging herself tight and closing her eyes. Switchblades flipped and guns cocked. "JUST. GO. AWAY!" Wallflower screeched, thorny vines flying out around her.

When she dared open her eyes again, she was surrounded by a massacre, and not all of them were villains. Again, the scene had changed, and now she was surrounded by her mother and father, her sister, Kotov and Ray, and all kinds of civilians. She was standing in the ruins of Manchester, whose sky was red and pillars of fire and smoke came from the toppled buildings. Giant vines writhed around the buildings that still stood and roots wove around the cityscape, piercing bodies and blossoming into black roses. Wallflower stood alone, crying in the desolate wasteland.

The End

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Myrtle awoke, crying alone in the dark, and just laid for what felt like an hour in bed. She was curled up in the fetal position and clung to her blankets, crying into her pillow. She was afraid of her power, yes, but she was also afraid of herself and whatever else it was that had taken root inside of her.

It was only after her alarm went off that Myrtle wiped her tears away and forced herself into motion. With a deep sigh, she got out of bed and grabbed the hedge clippers from her nightstand and started clipping at the jungle that had once been her bedroom. A shower and an hour later, Myrtle was off to work.

The Workplace

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(Evening)

About nine hours later, Myrtle stood wearing her postal clerk uniform in front of her open locker. She was just staring at her reflection in the mirror inside with trembling lips and pain in her heart. If anything, the hours of mindless work only allowed her feelings to fester.

With tears welling up in her eyes, the girl suddenly grabbed her oversized hoodie and forced it over her head, not even caring that her hair got messed up, then grabbed her bag and slammed the locker door in frustration, sending a reverberating echo through the locker room. She stormed out of the post office, covering her eyes with one soaked big sleeve, hoping nobody would see her cry.

The disheartened heroine left the post office from the employee entrance and stood sniffling, alone in the parking lot. "I-I want to help p-people..." Myrtle weeped into her sleeves, barely audible. "--b-but what if whatever is inside me doesn't want to... what if-if it wants to hurt people?" Myrtle asked the sky, which only answered with a single snowflake. With a shiver and a sigh, Myrtle set out to walk home.

The sun had set already, so the streets were crowded and bustling with young college students as well as long-time residents. Streetlights and string lights twinkled and people were laughing and smiling and having fun. Myrtle smiled sadly as she watched them, people running and jumping around with their friends, some helping their drunk friends down the sidewalk. Sometimes Myrtle wished she could have a life like that, but deep down, she knew that was not the life she was meant to have.

The girl was startled by the jingle of coins. She looked to see a middle-aged, grimy, and unshaven man dressed in tatters. Myrtle flinched back, as much by his stench as his sudden appearance. "Spare some change for an old man?" he asked in a gruff voice, shaking his can again, then coughed into his sleeve.

Myrtle was a sucker for the less fortunate, so she reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled dollar bill and some coins then dropped them into his can, before hastening her step and continuing down the street. "God bless you, young lady!" the man called after her, raising a hand in a wave.

She didn't slow down until she entered a shady alleyway, where at last she came to a stop in the light of a lamp post. She just stood there, sobbing quietly into her sleeves. Snowflakes were falling more quickly now, glistening in the light and settling in her hair.

"Hey now... what do we have here? Are you lost, little lady?" a voice cooed further down the alley. Myrtle's head shot up to see a group of about three guys, all just dark, snickering silhouettes. A chill went down her spine and she froze in fear, realizing she wasn't in costume. "Come here, we'll show you the way..." one of the men said seductively, gesturing with a finger.

Myrtle suddenly bolted, heading East in the direction of the police station and hospital. Several sets of footsteps could be heard, slowly gaining on her. The small girl ran blocks as fast as she could, ignoring the pain in her lungs and the stabbing feeling in her sides. Her glasses were fogged up with her breath, and it was so difficult to see, but if she could just find a place to hide--yes! Myrtle grabbed a railing and slid herself under a dark stairwell, just as her pursuers rounded the corner. The three guys stampeded past, yelling and shouting, none the wiser that she was watching through the slats in the stairs, holding her breath. The footsteps faded away and Myrtle took a deep breath, kneeling there in the dirt.

A minutes passed and it was not Myrtle who emerged, but Wallflower, with renewed determination in her eyes. She grabbed her bag off the ground and tucked it out of sight under her cape, then clenched her fists and closed her eyes, whispering to herself, "I'll do it... I'll protect those who can't protect themselves... But I'll do it my way... My powers do not control me...I control my powers!"

Wallflower then picked a rusty pole off the ground and slammed the railing, sending an echo down the alleyway. She dropped the pole and continued in the direction they had run. In one hand was a selection of seeds, and would be ready for a fight.

"Hey! You hear that? I think she's back that way!" one of the gang members shouted from afar. Soon, thundering footsteps were heading back in her direction. Wallflower kept going, with vines snaking along the edge of the alleyway and at her side. She stopped in the middle of the alley, keeping to the dark.

"We've gotcha now! Heheheh!" one of the men sniggered as they came in from the other end of the alleyway. Wallflower raised her hands to her face, pretending to be scared, and backed up. "Don't you run again, girl! We'll take care of you--promise!" Wallflower turned and ran away, and the three chased but they didn't get far before-- FWUMP! All three fell over on their faces, tripped her vines. Wallflower stopped in the light of a lamppost, revealing her mask and costume. "That's for messing with an innocent girl!" Wallflower yelled with her hands on her hips and a smug smile growing on her face as she watched the three villains struggle as her vines wound around them.

"It's her--that witch who fucked with us the other day!" the biggest guy barked, struggling harder. "Hey, you're right! Let's pulverize her! Teach her for messing with the Empire, one of his comrades joined in. The two of them groaned and swore as they tried to get free. "Won't you quit it for just a second! Let me take care of her," the youngest one snapped. The other two immediately stopped, and Myrtle raised a brow.

But then it became all too clear. One glove slid off the boy's hand and he touched a vine. Immediately, a pang of pain went through Myrtle, and she lost all sense of vines she was controlling. Her confidence vanished as she realized she might be getting in over her head--one of them had powers, too!

The three thugs got back to their feet, withered bits of vine falling all around them as the two bigger guys laughed and cracked their knuckles. The one in front, tall but probably only about eighteen in age, put his hands in his pockets, and then tilted his head and smiled on one side. "May I have this dance?"

"Wha-what?" Wallflower stammered, fumbling for new seeds-- and when she looked up he was nowhere to be seen. She felt a push, and she fell backward-- only to be caught in his arms. Seeds went flying out of her open pockets and scattered all around her on the ground, and she tried to use her power but found herself gazing into his endless, black eyes as he twirled her around. Why was it that she was suddenly feeling so tired? Her eyes fluttered, almost falling asleep...

"No!" she cried out, finding the will to push him away. Her head was dizzy, and her skin was feeling strangely cracked and wrinkly, but she was not going to go out without a fight.

"This one has spunk! Heheh!" one of the goons laughed. "We'll see about that," the young, powered one retorted.

Rose bushes grew all around Wallflower, shielding her. He was fast, sure, but getting through a hedge of thorns would be no easy task. Now, safe from attack, she would lash out with thorny rose vines--"Huh!?" Myrtle gasped, as the young man suddenly was standing behind her. "I wasn't done dancing, little rose," he breathed into one ear.

"But I was!" Wallflower returned, jabbing him in the side with one elbow. The boy stepped back into the thorny wall, doubled over in pain and now caught in the branches. Rose vines began to grow out of the wall and encircle him, but he only smirked. "That won't work on me, bae."

With one touch of his ungloved hand, the hedge began to wither away and turn to dust. For a moment, she just stared at the boy with his black, soulless eyes and sneering smile. She was helpless to stop him and her world was crumbling around her.

The boy disappeared and reappeared right in front of her in a cloud of black fog, and pushed her to the ground. She hit her head hard on the pavement and fell in and out of consciousness. She felt a heavy weight on her--what was it? It was the boy she had been fighting. He was sitting on her waist now.

"You could have just let me have that dance. Now, look what you made me do. You're bleeding," he tsked. "You are lucky I like you--for now. Don't dare cross us again," the young parahuman boy warned. Her eyes fluttered again and everything went black...

Trouble

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The Dream Sharing and Discussion

Here are the lat two dreams I can remember since I first started this thread. =)

#1) I was driving up the mountain towards home, when somebody big and brown dashed in front of the person in front of me. Brakes screeched, horns honked, and they hit something with a loud THUD! I narrowly managed to avoid the car in front of me, by veering off into the ditch.

When I got out to see if they were okay, I was surprised to see the driver standing over nothing other than a Mountain Lion! (which are rare, but do live in ny area.) Needless to say, I was backing right on out of there and back into my truck. Meanwhile, the big cat got back to its feet and was soon chasing the poor driver guy up a tree. End dream.

#2) The dream begins with me back in college, just sitting around in class wondering how I could possibly pass when I missed so much school, and had just about no idea what was going on. Eventually I was saved by the bell and went to my dorm room. My best friend from HS/college was there, so we were hanging out. But she was acting really strange. Overly loud and snazzy, and trying to hug me like crazy even though she's not a buggy girl. I wound up pushing her and saying something like, "What's wrong with you!? You're acting weirder than normal." On the way out the door, I found a dismembered finger on the floor, turning all black and blue. I looked back to my friend Katelyn to see her staring at me with a creepy smile, and saw she was missing one finger from her hand. I smiled nervously back, pretended to tie my shoe and grabbed the finger, then went as fast as I dared toward the College science lab.

Halfway there, I was running into what were basically smart zombies. They would try to be nice to people and then try to eat them when their guard was down. But by the time I was near the science lab, they were all out murdering people with weapons,teeth and nails. I wound up having to stab one in the neck with a steel ruler to get away, and ran away crying. Woke up before I made it to my destination.

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I once had a giant piece of sliced pear stuck in my hair for like an entire lunch period and didn't notice it dangling there... until my crush pointed it out. X//X;;

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