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Posted on 1/28/21 at 12:15 am to TheArrogantCorndog
Posted on 1/28/21 at 12:15 am to TheArrogantCorndog
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we tried a ouija board session, but that let to worse problems
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Posted on 1/28/21 at 1:18 am to X123F45
We were smoking a little at the park in West Bay one day and there was an 18-wheeler parked on the side of the road. No markings and nobody was around so we opened the doors to check it out and a fricking Baboon jumps out!!! It was as freaked out as we were and its a-hole was puckering really fast. Like to have never got the damn thing back in the truck. Glad it wasn't a lion....
Posted on 1/28/21 at 1:32 am to Jimmy2shoes
Orangeman's hair.
Posted on 1/28/21 at 11:42 am to raineysky
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It was as freaked out as we were and its a-hole was puckering really fast.
i can honestly say i've never paid any attention to another animal's a-hole before.
Posted on 1/28/21 at 12:08 pm to Nutriaitch
Maybe you're missing something. 
Posted on 1/28/21 at 1:07 pm to ChenierauTigre
Awhile back I was an Insurance agent. Good friend of the family was retiring so he asked that my partner and I take care of his clients. We sat down with the Area manager, John and all 4 of us agreed to this plan. His book of business was massive and it would have set us up nicely.
A few weeks later, the man passes away. As was promised, my partner and I sat with the John to discuss the transfer of the business. Well now this a-hole decides he is going to keep the business but if we sell new business to any of the clients, then he will transfer that client to us. Needless to say we were pissed. I wanted to kill this bastard as my career would have been golden.
A week later I have a very vivid dream. I am at a bar perusing the menu trying to decide on a food order. I hear a familiar voice call out to order the red beans and rice. I sit frozen and turn to see my recently deceased friend enjoying a beer and red beans and rice at the bar. Now I am panicked and freaked out and became very sad. I struggle deciding if I should tell my friend that he is dead.......Suddenly, he is sitting next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder in a familiar way and asks if everything is ok? Now I am angry as I explain what John did with his clients. In a very calm manner he tells me to just make sure his people are being taken care off. I explained I had no access to the accounts because of John and again he calmly says " You take care of my accounts, I'll take care of John"....
2 days later, John has a massive heart attack. This man was a fit, did nothing in excess and played Basketball twice a week. He didn't die, but a massive fraud investigation followed a few years later and John was drummed out of town. Lost his wife, Kids don't acknowledge him and no one knows where is today...Good ole Roy actually did take care of John......
A few weeks later, the man passes away. As was promised, my partner and I sat with the John to discuss the transfer of the business. Well now this a-hole decides he is going to keep the business but if we sell new business to any of the clients, then he will transfer that client to us. Needless to say we were pissed. I wanted to kill this bastard as my career would have been golden.
A week later I have a very vivid dream. I am at a bar perusing the menu trying to decide on a food order. I hear a familiar voice call out to order the red beans and rice. I sit frozen and turn to see my recently deceased friend enjoying a beer and red beans and rice at the bar. Now I am panicked and freaked out and became very sad. I struggle deciding if I should tell my friend that he is dead.......Suddenly, he is sitting next to me. He put his arm around my shoulder in a familiar way and asks if everything is ok? Now I am angry as I explain what John did with his clients. In a very calm manner he tells me to just make sure his people are being taken care off. I explained I had no access to the accounts because of John and again he calmly says " You take care of my accounts, I'll take care of John"....
2 days later, John has a massive heart attack. This man was a fit, did nothing in excess and played Basketball twice a week. He didn't die, but a massive fraud investigation followed a few years later and John was drummed out of town. Lost his wife, Kids don't acknowledge him and no one knows where is today...Good ole Roy actually did take care of John......
This post was edited on 1/28/21 at 1:09 pm
Posted on 1/28/21 at 1:58 pm to MizunoDude
When I was in high school me, my brother, and my dad went hog hunting at one of my dad’s buddy’s properties. We were the last ones to get there just before the sun fell.
The cabin was nestled into the woods enough to be secluded. We got out of the truck and saw one of the guys standing on the front porch to greet us. I shook his hand and introduced myself, he then told us the history of the property but more importantly the cabin itself.
The cabin was was a decent size, had 2 bedrooms, a living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. It was evident that this cabin was very old so it came as no surprise when we were told it had been built in the early 1800’s by run away slaves but it was surprising when he told us the slaves had practiced black magic on the property.
When I learned of this I called him out on it as there is no evidence and that this was some hazing ritual for the new guys. He then ushered me to the attic and showed me a relic on the wooden beam, two crossed jawbones nailed to the beam with a ceramic doll hanging from it. I believed the black magic story after that.
After dinner we came back to the cabin and we’re shown the two beds left to pick. They were the best beds in the house, they had bed frames and a full comforter set each. I asked why they wouldn’t take the best beds for themselves to which they replied, “these were the beds the slaves died in”. So I decided to take the sleeping bag and sleep on the floor.
At midnight I woke up out of nowhere. I first noticed the only light that could be seen was the moon shining through the old window which lit only a portion of the room. I noticed the floor I was on was barely navigable so I decided to hurry back to sleep, but before I fell asleep I felt the most unnerving thing I’ve ever felt.
The ground beneath me started to shake violently and with a pulse, as if something was trying to escape captivity. My heart jolted but would think to find comfort in reason, I saw an old electrical unit in the room and attributed the force to that, but quickly noticed it was off. If that walls not the answer it had to have been some type of device under the house, but I’d seen beneath the floor before as it was raised and the only thing under it was grass. At this point I threw the sleeping bag over my head and decided to wait it out.
More than an hour had passed and the violent shaking was still about when suddenly it had stopped. I wondered why, then noticed that someone in the other room had gotten up and was walking about. I thought now was my time to shake this fear, call out and ease it in conversation, then I heard him snore. There was no one up, there was only the sound of phantom steps walking through the cabin. The footsteps wondered into the living room and paused, then they started toward my room. They grew louder and I could start feeling the creaks until they were right beside me.
After a pause the ground beneath me started shaking even more violently and kept on for what felt like hours. The shaking faded away and I saw a ray of sun shine through the sleeping bag, it was time for the hunt.
The cabin was nestled into the woods enough to be secluded. We got out of the truck and saw one of the guys standing on the front porch to greet us. I shook his hand and introduced myself, he then told us the history of the property but more importantly the cabin itself.
The cabin was was a decent size, had 2 bedrooms, a living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. It was evident that this cabin was very old so it came as no surprise when we were told it had been built in the early 1800’s by run away slaves but it was surprising when he told us the slaves had practiced black magic on the property.
When I learned of this I called him out on it as there is no evidence and that this was some hazing ritual for the new guys. He then ushered me to the attic and showed me a relic on the wooden beam, two crossed jawbones nailed to the beam with a ceramic doll hanging from it. I believed the black magic story after that.
After dinner we came back to the cabin and we’re shown the two beds left to pick. They were the best beds in the house, they had bed frames and a full comforter set each. I asked why they wouldn’t take the best beds for themselves to which they replied, “these were the beds the slaves died in”. So I decided to take the sleeping bag and sleep on the floor.
At midnight I woke up out of nowhere. I first noticed the only light that could be seen was the moon shining through the old window which lit only a portion of the room. I noticed the floor I was on was barely navigable so I decided to hurry back to sleep, but before I fell asleep I felt the most unnerving thing I’ve ever felt.
The ground beneath me started to shake violently and with a pulse, as if something was trying to escape captivity. My heart jolted but would think to find comfort in reason, I saw an old electrical unit in the room and attributed the force to that, but quickly noticed it was off. If that walls not the answer it had to have been some type of device under the house, but I’d seen beneath the floor before as it was raised and the only thing under it was grass. At this point I threw the sleeping bag over my head and decided to wait it out.
More than an hour had passed and the violent shaking was still about when suddenly it had stopped. I wondered why, then noticed that someone in the other room had gotten up and was walking about. I thought now was my time to shake this fear, call out and ease it in conversation, then I heard him snore. There was no one up, there was only the sound of phantom steps walking through the cabin. The footsteps wondered into the living room and paused, then they started toward my room. They grew louder and I could start feeling the creaks until they were right beside me.
After a pause the ground beneath me started shaking even more violently and kept on for what felt like hours. The shaking faded away and I saw a ray of sun shine through the sleeping bag, it was time for the hunt.
Posted on 1/28/21 at 2:00 pm to X123F45
Back in the early 90s I was with my future wife‘s (no pics) family on the way back from Shreveport. This woman in a Pontiac Grand Prix got smoked when she tried to beat a train. The impact threw her out of the back glass of that car and she landed an easy 30 yards from where her car was. Car was demolished. Engine was gone.
Read in the paper the next day that she was released from the hospital later that night with minor injuries.
Hard to fathom considering the damage.
Read in the paper the next day that she was released from the hospital later that night with minor injuries.
Hard to fathom considering the damage.
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