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was all this a dream: i was at a drive up window at mcdonalds when a bright light hit me in my face-i screamed and then i thought i was waking up because although i was still blinded by the light in my dream i could hear my radio playing-but then the music stopped. thinking that we just lost power and the bright light must have been lightning i turned over to see if my alarm clock radio was still lit up but my view was blocked by a figure that flashed another bright light in my eyes and i screamed-oh sh-t not again...and then my vision actually swirled in the color red and i blacked out.as i started to awaken again i could hear my radio again-but this time-i was not alone on the bed there was someone laying right up against me on my side and they were trying to have sex with me it kept pushing it into the small of my back and trying to gain entrance lower-but they were missing-it had a hand on the top of my head and i could feel 3 extra long fingers coming over the top of my head and one rested in the middle of my forehead. i knew this was not my husband-i could hear him snoring in the next room. so i pretended that i thought it was my husband and i called the person by my husbands name and asked it to let me sleep-that i was tired- the person then tapped me with the finger it had resting on my forehead sending my mind into a swirling red sleep again. and when i awoke later my radio was playing,my husband was snoring and i was alone in my bed. but i could not shake the fact that i screamd-NOT AGAIN as if this had happened before

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You all are retards!

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Um, hi. I got a sad but yet odd story to tell. 2 years ago, my parents were planning on killing eachother at the same time. So my mother shot father, and father stabbed mother, both at the same time. They both died from severe wounds, so I was left an orphan and was sent to an orphanage. This orphanage was an eerie place, with big stained windows and long hallways with creepy thing here and there. I thought it was a creepy looking place, but I did not think it was haunted. But I was proven wrong. I was walking down the longest hallway in the orphanage when sll of the sudden a voice called my name. I was terrified, for there was no one else in the hallway. But I continued on my way but speeded up a bit. Just then the voice boomed STOP!! I stopped and looked around, feeling ready to run and scream. But I didn't. I just stayed put, my feet planted. At first I didn't see anything. Then my heart started to pound so hard, it hurt. There was a young girl, standing in front of me. She had just popped up out of no where. She, herself, surprised me, but what surprised me the most is that this was a beautiful ghost. She had kind looking blue eyes and shiny golden hair done in a nice do. Her red lips curled into a friendly smile. At first I fell, dizzy from surprise, but the sprit caught me and laid me down gentlely. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She lifted up my left ankle and I saw a ghastly sight. My ankle was all messed up. It was swollen and had a BIG scratch on it. If I had kept walking on it, well, who knows? The ghost's name happened to be Alissa and she had run away from her abusive family at the age of 7. We ended up being friends. To this day, we are still friends.

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PEOPLE START DOING EACHOVER! IF YOU ARE LEZ AND GAY OR BI, YOU MAY STAY, BUT IF YOU R STRAIT. GET THE F### OUTTA HERE! AND START DOING YOUR MAMAS!

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Hello. My name is Marcy J. Luther. If you like to be scared to perhaps an unfortunate death, you may continue reading. If not, simply not read this frightning story. I lost my sister not too long ago. She died of a cancer that could not be cured. Me and her shared a room, and she died in our(mine now)room. So I had the room to myself, although I did not want it now that my dear sis was gone. Plus, she died in that room! I could not stand that room for two reasons. #1. I missed sis too much to be reminded of her death by the room. #2. She died in that same exact place. I do believe in hauntings, after what happened to me. It all started 3 months after the sorrowful event. Mama and Papa were out, leaving me alone. I remembered how me and sis would play together when Mama and Papa were gone. But since sis was gone, gone, I was alone. I had thought that since she died in one room, the rest of the house would not be haunted. But I was dead wrong. I was sitting, reading my favorite book, when all the sudden, sis walked in! I just stared, my eyes the size of saucers. My mouth wide, wide open. Sis just smiled and did not seem to notice my expression. She sat down next to me and peered at me, with a question mark on her face. She asked why I was staring at her that way. I did not awnser. Then finally I yelled out YOU ARE DEAD! HOW CAN YOU BE HERE? She looked at me and laughed a loud laugh. Then I understood. She continued laughing until she faded completely. She was a ghost. I was crying by then. Since then nothing has happened.