Man in the park
ABOUTOne day I was riding my bike through the park with my younger brother and when I passed a bench I saw a strange man dressed in aged rags and broken brown shoes. The strangest thing about him was that he called my name 3 times and then disappeared! I got so scared that I ran home and never went outside again without a friend or parent!
About a month later, my mother asked me if I could pick up the mail for her because she had a broken leg. I said yes. As soon as I walked out, I automatically saw the same man standing near my mailbox! I was about to run away, but he CONSTANTLY screamed my name in such a hateful voice that I cried so much! Within seconds he was gone again! I ran inside as quick as I could and once inside I ran to my room gasping for breath! Suddenly something choked me, in my bed! I tried to scream for facilitate but the last thing I saw was a man near my mailbox and in the park!
When I woke up, I realized I was in the hospital; the doctor told me I had been attacked, but they didn't believe me when I told them my side of the story. To this day I never go outside for ANYTHING! I fear for my life because of my terrible experience with a man in the park! I am now 14 years aged and I realized that the man in the park who attacked me was the same man who killed and raped 13-year-old teenagers about 2 years ago. He died on my birthday!
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.
Whispering blue face
AND'has a person with psychic abilities, which means that I can see and feel the presence of the dead. My house is sometimes still, but it can also be clamorous. One day I switched rooms with my now 16-year-old sister Steph. This room connects to the attic. I made the bed because it was already quite behind schedule. I happened to look at the attic door for no apparent reason – I saw it for 2-3 seconds – there, in a black robe, a person at least 5 feet high walked in front of the attic door. Later, my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer… And soon she died.
Last summer of 2006, I was sleeping and suddenly woke up because the radio turned on and made a screeching sound, then the plug was pulled and there was a running sound. Nobody was conscious. Shortly after: My uncle died at the age of 29 from a seizure.
One night I was sleeping and couldn't wake up. I panicked. Then I calmed down, I could barely control my mouth and moved it to say “F*** off!” I'll be able to move in a minute. My sister's friend Bri is also clairvoyant. As soon as she walked into my room, after I said, “Come meet Blueface!”, she said, “there's a man sitting on your bed, smiling irritably. He looks like he's maybe 16. He also has black eyes and a bluish tanned face… In other words, he looks like he drowned…”
Later that month I felt something or someone crawling towards me… I heard a whispering voice saying my name, “SSSHHAARROOON!” I woke up in a complete panic. I thought, “No! I have to fight! This is MY room now!” Then I looked in the corner… And that's when I noticed that I had paranormal abilities. Blueface's entire body was there. I got up and ran to my sister (Adrianne)'s room and woke her up to tell her what happened. We both didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Before, I had an empty seat again.
I now weigh 207 pounds and am still trying to lose weight. That's why I put up signs telling me not to eat like a cow. Soon I heard a knock – a raucous knock – so I went to my sister's room and waited for it to still down. As I returned to finish my signs, there was another knock. All I said was SHUT UP! And it stopped.
Don't you believe me? Come and see!
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.
iPod Glow
MYour best friend and I spent the night at her cousin's house one night. Her house is haunted by several ghosts. Although I had never done this before, only a few weeks ago. There are three ghosts that they seem to be very close to: Jimmy, Martha and Reggie. I didn't know about them until I got to her house. My friends told me that Reggie was the son of Jimmy and Martha, and Reggie killed his parents by burning down their house because he was furious with them. Although a few years later Reggie drowned because he couldn't swim. This happened about two hundred years ago, and my friends met them on vacation in the north some years ago.
At night they said that only they could talk to ghosts because they had known them much longer and I had not. I didn't know if I believed the story, so they asked what the ghosts thought of me, and Jimmy said I was mean. My friends said I could ask questions and they could translate ghosts. We were so caught up in the excitement that we even asked if they could be guardian angels for us, and the spirits said yes. So Reggie agreed to be mine and was nice again.
The next day, I think I was “followed” by a ghost. But even later that night, when I was going to bed, I woke up around 3:00 or 4:00 and my iPod was in the CD player and charging, but the lightweight was on. I mean really glowing, the screen on it was white, like when you press a button, and it turned white, but the only thing I don't understand is that the hold button was on, which means if you press the button, it won't be able to do anything because it's in hold mode and can't be lit. This has happened at least three times and only happened once last night.
One time I could have sworn it glowed green like the photo of the batteries in the corner. I told my friend about it and she asked Reggie and he replied that he was just saying hello and that he was there for me if I needed him at all. What I really want to know is is it him or are my friends really lying and this is all just one substantial joke just to scare me? If he is real, I would like to know who he is and why did he choose us? Only if it's not too much trouble. Please and thank you in advance!
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John Williams is a blogger and independent writer focused on consciousness, perception, and human awareness, exploring topics such as dreams, intuition, and non-ordinary states of experience. Driven by a lifelong curiosity about the nature of reality and subjective experience, his perspective was shaped in part by structured study, including the Gateway Voyage program at the Monroe Institute. His writing avoids dogma and sensationalism, instead emphasizing critical thinking, personal insight, and grounded exploration. Through his work, John examines complex and often misunderstood subjects with clarity, openness, and an emphasis on awareness, choice, and personal responsibility.