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witch black cat a scris:

ba da hiar fff multe chestii

ce anume?

cred ca de atunci am inceput sa vad fantoma din aceea casa :mereu cand treceam pe acolo se intampla sa fie perdeaua trasa si sa vad o umbra neagra ,s-a intamplat de mai mukte ori si eu o luam la fuga ca descreierata but worever au fost muulte faze de atunci odata cred ca m-a posedat fantoma fetei de s-au speriat aia 20 de copii cu care eram : ne-am dus toti acolo am stat putin in curte la casa aia dupa care m-am urcat pe poarta si nu stiu ce au vazut toti de au fugit mancand pamantul ,dar o fata s-a oprit o chema julia si mi-a zis "hai patry fugi" era un rasarit de soare foarte frumos , iar eu am zis (fara sa vreau chiar nu am vrut sa zic chestia asta , a iesit pur si simplu din gura): m-am uitat fix in ochii ei si am zis "Si tu ma parasesti"? in momentul ala cred ca eram singura care credeam in fantoma si atunci julia s-a uitat la mine ...s-a blocat cateva secunde dupa care a fugit tipand si eu parca atunci m-am trezit din somn realizand ca eram singura care mai era asa aproape de "casa bantuita" si am fugit si eu.

Julia a zis ca eveam o privire ciudata care a hipnotizat-o , iar eu in momentul ala eram ca sechestrata undeva in intuneric neputand face ceva iar cea ce m-a posedat vorbea prin mine .. WOOW atunci chiar nu m-am mai intors acolo pentru ca stiu etapele posedarii si a 5-a E MOARTEA

citeste vrei sa-ti zic etapele posedarii???

da )

georgy_4you a scris:

se zice ca cei nascut sambata si duminica pot vedea chestii dintr-astea ciudate... cicăera o fetitiă nascuta duminica, la fel si bunicul ei ... intr-o noapte s-a trezit sa bea apa si s-a dus intr-o alta camera, unde se afla ulciorul... era o incapere micuta cu un geam mic... cand a privit spre geam a vazut o femeie cu parul lung, dar fara fata... pur si simplu, nu avea fata deloc, iar el a aruncat cu ulciorul... cica era moartea, il cauta... pana la urma tot nu a scapat de ea... a murit, acum 4 ani, nici acum nu stie nimeni ce a avut... si nici medicii nu au stiut... au zis ca ar avea un fel de cancer la gat... i se umflase gatul in ultimul hal... fetita CRedea ca cineva i-a facut vraji, la fel credea si el... de multe ori cand vedea ceva ciudat aprindea becul, si stiti ca argintul viu fuge la lumina... cineva a vrut sa moara cu orice pret... il iubea mult, era un om credincios si fara frica, niciodata nu i-a fost frica de moarte... ne-a povestit multe si eu l-am crezut, nu avea de ce sa ne minta, mai ales ca mai erau si altii care sustineau acelash lucru.

a mai fost postata aceasta poveste doar ca tu ai imbarligat-o de la fata ai trecut direct la baiat...oare se transforma? era vorba de un bunic,ai dat din lac in put

P.S:ar fi mai bine sa nu mai postati aceleasi povesti !

ChrisTinA_WhisperWind a scris:

Good Evening. My name is Morbid Mary, and I am an escaped patient from the Christina mental ward. have a disturbing tale to tell if you dare to listen. It's about a caring, faithful dog named Anne who was my companion for many happy years. This is the story of how she died.

Anne was a fast runner and loved to chase things: cars, squirrels, even ants scampering across the ground. She would rarely catch anything, but when she did, she would hold it only for a second before letting the poor creature go. Anne only liked the thrill of the chase and never meant to hurt other animals.

One day I heard her barking in the backyard where she was tied to a tree. The bark was unusual in that it had a hint of fear reminiscent of heavy footsteps, something I never heard in Anne's voice before. I went outside to see if she was ok, but she quieted instantly and seemed to be fine. Just spooked by a bird, I thought.

The very next evening, I let Anne out to run around the foggy backyard. Surprisingly, as soon as I opened the door, she sprinted away from me and ran deep into the murky woods adjacent to my yard, chasing what looked like a very large squirrel.

I quickly followed her into the woods, yelling her name and whistling. Despite their close proximity to my home, I hadn't been into these woods much. They were eerily dark and shadowy, and they emitted the kinds of noises that come from woods in the movies. The neighborhood kids had nicknamed them "Witch Woods". I was not happy that Anne had made me follow her into them.

As I stepped over a branch, still calling Anne's name, I stopped at a horrific sight: a rabbit, decapitated, lying on the ground in the leaves. I know this should be expected in the wild: animals hunt and eat. But the smoothness of the cut on the rabbit's throat made me uneasy.

I was terrified at the animals I found, cut up and arranged in the woods, and desperately wanted to find Anne and bring her home to safety. As I was standing in a clearing, turning frantically deciding where to go, I heard her bark. That same fearful bark I had heard the day before.

I ran towards her call, not even thinking about my own safety. When I came closel, I saw a scene that I cannot forget: gathered together near a tree were tens of animals which didn’t looks like an usual animals.

They were Frankenstein beasts built out of mismatched parts. There was a crow-cat. There was a snake with furry legs. I saw a bluebird hanging from the tree with a possum tail. And in the middle of them all was a beast who commanded his presence as if he was their leader.

Standing upright and slumped, it had the head of a rabbit, the body of a wolf, the lips of a squirrel, and ancient hands with mismatched fingers. It looked fierce and evil, with stitches connecting his mangled parts, and eyes that were not from this world.

Next to it was a smaller monster, who was holding my precious dog Anne tightly. This animal had blood oozing out of his sloppily-stitched rag doll body. The leader of the pitiful group stared straight at me and said, in the voice of a starving old man, "My name is Sawyer. I need four good strong legs... and it looks like I've found them."

mi-a fost lene s`o traduc

Sper ca nu e vorba de mine

Sa va mai zic si eu ceva...ca nu am mai zis nimik

Eram la tzara la bunici(unde am si net ) .Era seara.Am incercat sa dorm,dar nu puteam,parca ma tinea cineva treaza.

Pe la ora 12:00 aud 3 mieunate de pisica si la scurt timp dupa aceea 3 tipete slabe.Nu stiu cum am avut curaj,dar m-am uitat pe geam,dar parca mi-a soptit cineva sa nu ma uit.Am apucat sa vad doar o silueta de pisica. Dimineata,nu am vazut nimic,inafara de o mie de furnici care stateau fix langa unde am vazut eu silueta de pisica...

Ma bantuie d ceva vreme o pisica neagra:D

blondeme_deea a scris:

poi era la comp... pe mess parca ... ji a simtzit o prezentza in spatele ei... like ..se simtzea privita si a vazut niste jucarii pe fotoliul de langa ea.. care nu erau pana in momentul ala acolo... si pe urma a vazut o fantoma sa zicem... deji nu prea cred yo in fantome.. itzi da de gandit mia ales knd stai la comp itzi aduci aminte d ea

jite cneva cum imi editez profilu ' :flowers: :)) [ just blonde :) ]

ok....10x:*

Anne F a scris:

a mai fost postata aceasta poveste doar ca tu ai imbarligat-o de la fata ai trecut direct la baiat...oare se transforma? era vorba de un bunic,ai dat din lac in put

P.S:ar fi mai bine sa nu mai postati aceleasi povesti !

Sper ca nu e vorba de mine

nu :flowers:

ChrisTinA_WhisperWind a scris:

da :()

pai1 spiritul te studiaza 2 te testeaza(de obicei cand eti bolnav esti posedat) 3 te posedeaza 4 apoi te face foarte violent 5 mori

witch black cat a scris:

pai1 spiritul te studiaza 2 te testeaza(de obicei cand eti bolnav esti posedat) 3 te posedeaza 4 apoi te face foarte violent 5 mori

mori??? :(

in urma posedarii? da!