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Me and my boyfriend had a really close relationship. one day he told me he needed to go out of town. i was so depressed bcause we had sex every night and i missed him. that night i was sleeping naked and i felt something on me and it felt like a dick in my croch and it started to hump i guess you could say. i was so fickin' afraid but it felt so good. i actually had an orgasm! the next day i got a call saying that my boyfriend died in a car accident and they couldnt get the body because it burnt in the flames

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My experiences were when I was 13-16 years of age while living in Williamsville, NY. The house belonged to the Buffalo Country Club and my father was the Club Manager and the clubs usually provided the managers with a home to live in. The house dated back to the early 1860's. We were not there long before things started to happen. We had a poodle who always could feel them before we could. She would growl and run like crazy back down stairs. My brother told me of the times when he would hear my door open and I would say "no I don't want to get up" and then my door closing again and seeing something walk down the hall. I do not remember that at all. There were at least 6-8 ghosts in this house. most were docile but one was large and dark. I'm assuming it was a "HE" you know how you just get the impression. well he use to pull your hair, sit on your chest make you feel like you couldn't breathe very well. This one night we were playing around seeing if we could get them to come out and we were walking down the hall with a candle with a glass globe and the glass globe exploded. We first thought it was due to the heat of the candle but it would have just cracked not exploded. we were lucky not to get cut. We ran into the last room at the end of the house and the furniture had been changed around to resemble a class room. We pulled on the furniture to put it back but we couldn't get the desk and chairs to move for about 2 minutes. The longest 2 minutes of my life it seemed and all of a sudden the furniture was loose and we could put it back. Most of the activity in this house was upstairs and during the early morning hours 2am to 6am. My brother had twin beds in his room with a foot board that looked like a fence well one night the dark one I'll call him was making the sound like someone taking a stick and running it back and forth on the bottom of the bed. It went on for at least a half an hour and finally stopped. After my brother got married and he moved out, I could not sleep upstairs alone anymore, and I slept in the Den downstairs on the couch and all night they would walk upstairs especially in the room over the Den. We left after a few years and the stories contiued about the house with the next family who moved in. They went so far as to get professionals in to investigate and what was told to me was that there had been alot of suffering and pain in the house especially in the basement area under where my brothers room was. The house was said to have been part of the underground railroad and I can just imagine the slaves who came through the house who may have died there as well trying to reach freedom in Canada. That is the only thing I can think of because only once in the whole time we were there that we heard someone talk and it was in Southern Dialect and it was about a war. I have never lived anywhere else that I felt was haunted. My parents never said that they ezperienced anything in this house till a few years ago. My Mom & Dsd use to sleep upstairs when we first moved in proptly moved downstairs. Mom finally admitted she just felt funny up there.and that doors use to open and close by themselves with a bang and once she bumped into something in the middle of the hall and nothing was there. I did not realize at the time but there were quite a few nights I was woken up by the police in town with flash lights because my dad had called the police telling them he heard someone walking around upstairs.

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Belia and I, had went to visit at Ron's house. We were in his room listening to records, when I noticed a mini monitor. It was from a camera Ron had posted at his front door facing the street. I was watching the monitor, and what I saw standing there in plain daylight & starring right at me was the "Grim Reaper". I thought, no-way could I be going crazy? So, I closed my eyes, and opened them again, but he was still there. I had to make sure that what was on the monitor was really there or not. So, I calmly asked my friends to look into the monitor to see if they too could see what I had seen. I also asked them not to say anything until we all had a chance to look into the monitor. Once everyone had a stare, and by the look in their faces I knew I was not the only one going crazy. Sure enough we all had a grim look at "Mr. Death" himself.