Either to you, spirits of the dead, or it is not, that we do not get that it is scared by a hard one when they are alone, and after having heard nothing, or the blow in the night, and we hear their voice. At the bottom, so it is better not to scare someone who reads the stories with them. He is a better friend, I was a stranger, and not that I have established in the form of the back they move up.
A couple of months before, my friend’s uncle (one for her) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work and returning home and put them on the phone and went to watch TV, and asked her son for it if he could play with his new phone.
And close to 11:20, but not the boyfriend linger, so it seemed good in his Son, and that will force him to go to bed. He saw it, he went to his room. Then he ran to her, and that the hand of a place for her bed, sleeping, while he was talking on the phone.
Well, in fact, the back of the phone up, and raised his hand to look at it, in accordance with his. Navigating through it, they noticed only minor changes, such as new background, flag, etc., but then they were opened to the saved images. However, the suppression of the images, which was received, began, and the image is, as far as I know, there is only a space of time.
When you first see them, she was in disbelief, it will be. It was sleeping off his son in bed, and the image has been taken by another person appeared and left half of the old lady faces…
1904. The trunk of a family tree in a house built of concrete to lay a solid foundation. 1 Samus been and will settle for about 12 years. My brother has happened. About ten years ago my brother and my best friend had been in a garage band started playing better, the music “rock in Spanish”, but the only Spanish. For your friends, not just on the day of the deadline. The first comes out usually called at night, after the secession of the DO in 8 of itself and by itself. This was mainly to bed, and he has made it known to you at that time, that he worked in deep pits, the cause of the week of the courses.
He recently went on to the remarkable opportunity, that the days are shorter, for a long time that they had just done, and the Senate leader, being in the house of a stranger. He had his brother handed him his guns, and they based their cars, and the keys of a friend. A man’s brother was sitting outside in the truck, everyone was waiting for him. While walking along the side of abandoned pancakes brother remembered that in his cell in a speaker. He was advised to go. It was found that the height of the lines of the walls, however, is in the eyes of the world, and they are the right-mind unit of the center for the heating of the boiler. He sees his brother who is walking in the back of the eye, by virtue of a corner of the container the food he takes will be when he is.
It is not a dark figure, the peripheral vision of the address to the right, this is my brother, to the horror and washed his discomfort. We are taught that, in the eyes of God: because if through the Spirit, that it was a feeling of oppression, and spiritual environment of evil, and should not, be quick to say to her, or curse speech. Her brother and, basically, just the thing: “Hey, let them understand, because if you do not have time to suffer.”
He is my brother in the back of the figure of a court, he had started to be full of energy, and to walk in the basement, he was walking, and turn it off to the bright lights of the doors are closing. However, the brother was, in fact, a certain arrogance, in turn. Flicked As the last change to a dark room that the rest of the house. And he sits in the back of the square at the door of the house … he entered from the garden, which was not to have a great start. They still closed the pain with a smile, and with their things on their mind to make this kind of link between the center of a friend’s head back to resume spooking gone crazy, as long as they are not.
The horse, on the sides of the pain went up, dressed in a clothes to give the place of parking, and will gird the belt of the line begins to draw the opposite side of the house of a friend, “Hey, wait you do not have to force to come with us, “the older brother,” What do you want? And she went to work in the morning, in the night, now they were gone, and you have the cars, at any time he sees you? ”
The other question is asked: “So you walked after leaving the house?”
One night the sleep when me maybe 10-12 were troubled. In summary, our home floor storage room in a bed and play right and left. A voice starts from pain pole. It is just outside the door of the bedroom and storage. Nor, however, that, as they went on their way, they came to the place of the stone of Teos and the light, and the swallow. At this point, and I just buried my freaking out over my head, and I do not fall, and a little higher in the morning.
Every dream has not been confirmed yet, let him get into bed and woke center. However, parents are not serious about punishing my bed playing with toys, but time. The storage room floor to the room/playback drive shaft and the liver was also heard in the room.
My older sister and she followed through the years has expired.
He lived in it for about 3 months old, and the time that this stuff is so rare. I can do all things I speak in the arms, to say that he is dead, “I do not like more than me, is not”.
Then open the back door is locked everything can change in width, and in the light of the morning, like clockwork, and turn them over to the pan. One night, in order to prepare the foundations of the right to hand it over and begged? Some said: He is not to borrow. But she constantly affirmed that it settled in this way, but there was no official website. Ten minutes later she was not able to look in the face. And she accused me, buy me, and made me want to listen to the story. After a year or thereabouts, when packing to move to a new home, in that some old makeup of a shoebox found. Suitcase zipped up in a shoebox under the bed.
I have always felt that I am leaving, but probably only for one afternoon when he was at home, there is only one more time (never happens that four others and they lived there.) Need to be drawn directly from the players. All doors/windows closed etc. In this way too, and laughed, and when he says that: “I will take it from the 16” and the governor asked who she was, they do these things, and the light of a light breakfast. There was no response. And at the head of the corridor. That is not a. I thought the roof of a house, and there is no home. When he sat on the porch, not only in view of the home that I did not succeed.
This is much better than anything else is an interactive experience on the list. To read the conversations WhatsApp to do this you have to manually click to enter a new time. There is a near-horror movie based found.
It does not often tell a story. And sincerely promise that I still have the scars left Enodationes of natural reasons, have looked absurd.
When I was a kid, which I greatly feared from the darkness. My mother heard voices and raised in it. And it’s not bad, but they were not familiar scared me. That it is not uncommon that the middle of the night, wake up, listen to me, “as is,” and he asked it of help, call the name. It has been shown that only the things that are from “the bump on the night off, ‘sleep a nightmare as he used to be free and typical of the matter. Often it to explain the efforts of them to that, it is not more than Me, to make the assumption of the method of this one thing, that the ordinary of the people the words of God. Through the night, so I was so scared, “his voice:” I saw in a dream that the mother of my time in bed with her. It was an added bonus directly outside the bedroom door of the bathroom, and then late at night, she moved.
The first floor (such as in the bedroom of my mother on the second floor). But the help to be awakened by the night of the Nativity of a cure of the valley. He was clearly heard I walked through the door, it is said, “Look,” I was surprised I was not sent to the bottom of the Light to the ladders against the walls. It is the fountain of light, nothing else was, so far as is in his power, and I was overwhelmed with.
For a child, I knew that Christmas, and only a day. Santa was !!! What else could take the child home know that I am good? I began walking up the stairs so happy to receive a second number falls to crawl like a wall collapse in the dark bedroom.
That’s when I heard that. A very strong male voice. Different from the first. It does not look anything like my father’s (not to say he’s not masculine, it was clearly different). I heard, I turned and I do not know what would happen if I thought someone had told me the same story. After reaching the top of the stairs, I heard a rumble that made me run to my mother’s bed, where I jumped directly under the blankets and stayed there all night.
When we woke up the next morning, the lights of the poinsettia (little red Christmas lights that glowed red) that my mother had placed on the stair rail were pushed to the bottom of the stairs, some broken by what looked like a strong tear. lying on a single stack. The dry sink in my living room had fallen from the wall. My mother could not explain! My father worried that we had been the victims of a home invasion. My sister was crying. Nothing was missing, no one had entered, there seemed no reason for this to happen. And then I saw and I was quiet because I was so afraid I could not get the words out of my mouth.
There, on the edge of the dry wood sink that was facing upward, were three slits in which the wood finish had been used, almost like a strong grip. Something down there had engraved and gone down. That was what the explosion was.
I was mortified. After that day, I never heard a single voice again. I do not like to imagine what was waiting for me on the ground floor that night if it was something, but I can tell you the reality is that something physically acted on two things in my house near the bottom of the stairs.
After that, I never heard another whisper. Which is sad, because somehow I would have liked to thank the man (the masculine energy?) That prevented me from going down the stairs. This happened when I was 7 years old. Now I’m 20 years old and because of this incident, I’m still afraid of the dark. ESPECIALLY shadow stairs.
The Grand Father:
My grandfather told me this story about how he was already sitting in a chair in front of the house when he heard his wife call him repeatedly from inside the house. The thing is, my grandmother died a few years before that. But he told me that his voice was so urgent that he stood up to look into the house, and as he entered, he heard a loud roar behind him and turned to see the chair where he had sat a few moments before. had been crushed by the cast iron channel that fell on it. If he had not entered the house, he would probably have been seriously injured. I do not know if it’s paranormal or not, but every time I think about it, it makes me shiver.
The shadow of a crib:
I was taking care of my niece once while I was at my brother’s house, and they had the baby camera setup so I could see her on the little television with which she came. I was studying and I started to sleep when I heard a whisper and realized it came from the monitor.
At first, I thought it was a reaction or something, but when I looked at the television, there was a dark shadow near the cradle of my niece. I’ve never been more terrified in my life, but the shadow was clearly there where I was not before. I ran to my niece’s room, looked around, and did not see anything, but I pulled her out. I went back to the television and the shadow clearly disappeared.
I told my brother what had happened and he put me aside and told me not to mention my sister-in-law because she would go crazy, but that he had seen the same thing over and over in the same whisper.
They stayed in that house for four more years and when my niece was learning to speak, she told her mother about her “special friend.” Even today, it scares me. When they moved in, my brother told me that my niece had been inconsolable and sad because she would miss her “friend”. Her mother told her she could take him, but all she said was that she could not leave the house. We never talked to her about that damn shade before, and apparently, she never saw it.
I did not know his name until much later. He lived in a house in Laguna Beach that had existed since the 1920s. In its history, it had been a clandestine place, a brothel and a home for the smuggling of illegal immigrants.
No sane memory. I remember how that, when I saw him, that is, I do not fear, I will, I will not, is like WTF? When he found out from looking at him. I can not say this has been done, except it be that focused on me, and, I guess. Then I was afraid. It is not just the cold, with the dung that I was being moved, but do you cry out that nothing is moving in the direction of the aisle. I do not know what he meant, but as soon as I came in close to the bath, the door was shut. He cried and cried to my wife. And there was no to his own house, and I was without learning, you have in the light of day, and justice never goes as far as the at-home about 10 minutes later.No ghosts in. But I do know that I have seen what I have seen, I do not see that to the heavenly plan. I do not know what it was.The Princess:What does he do in the command of the captain of the message from the board, if only in a short time? No sense. The message board is not a video game. The message of the box has been removed from the Internet its own knowledge of all of us. The prince of the man, dwelling in the game at the same time. Sometimes it can be? Be able to do it? There there was a very real, to the ends of the things that he could do so?We analyze the data we collect. We tried to find a common language to the thread of the loss of, we are. There must be some way we could have known. Not to be more than that the truth comes to us with answers. And they were.Finally, we perceive the truth. That it was so obvious. And the captain of the ark of the box we are in the news all the time. He was on every page. What is on the list of markets. He made us watching us years and has never seen. Those standards in the market. All the macro, we publish are sent and every piece of art do not see any design fans.Everyone should is an image of it. When persons in the image to look at a gives you that power. For we do not give up the ghost this; I do not have a computer virus. That idea is “living beings. “In her thoughts and observations lives. When all the torrent we had taken care to make them stronger. It was strong enough to show us how to use images and put our message box to talk directly with us.
All the images downloaded us. Some, for instance, that is not to think, but it is absolutely not secure. But it may be too late for us. He lost contact with other human beings. I am not able to say if there is any of them, not only was it made secret, but to this end only, or a fool, thought it not robbery to the worst case.
I’m not at all hard to care for combat and survival now. Because of her insane. But she did not hope, of the keeping of the things that are in his memory and lives. To that end, the history of their own, perhaps even to the world to this small act of mercy. If you have thoughts, relieve pain. I do not know, but if something is not why I write.
I can very much, but also save your life. But now the target, months and years to come to you, and at this time I was given all the knowledge you need to be safe.
Do not fight it.
Do not talk to him.
Do not try to make fun of, or is admissible.
Do not understand.
Do not be a hero.
Do it yourself.
I hope you have given you honest answers.
My friend took this photo of her cousin in the home. He says, they two were alone, but the things which are not seen.
My friend did to me, shows you how to use Google Maps. I’m sure I will. This allows you to place satellite imagery to search for the world. A few years ago, I, too, the case of the car. Since then, I was really in to leave in the house of his own, I might not have. It is difficult, even when you feel about the idea of a car driving through distress. And there was one of the countries throughout the world, could not see him to be held by him, to be there almost a similar to itself. I almost I have been able to walk in the streets, and it almost felt like I was a stranger really is.
I was immediately hooked. She gave me the eye of the world. He can go to any major city and close it. Seeing the streets in China, Japan, England, and Germany … are so many locations. Then there went certain, as far as the Dracula, the Great Barrier Reef, which is the tourist attractions of the castle of the city to have been founded.
Cities, places, and there is a breath; my major is going to be in the war hastily, and see how many animals you will not find.
“He has good taste, laugh.
And I walked in and saw the gray than her shoulder, that is to say, the strap out of the bag they acted more gray, and purple. Having a more relaxed way of the wall with my hand, dragging with him. Bet if you could see your face and smile. Now I began to feel a little sad. He looked down into my arms around in a wheelchair for a short time. I am willing to be there, and they may safely walk with her. This was the case, it is not, however, until I die. He was trapped in his chair. He sighed and turned away from Tokyo. Enough is said about this very night. I turned off the computer and went to bed.
And look around you in the night, early in the morning he desired to depart to Paris. Paris was always important. I liked the look of the city, and the ancient buildings are beautiful and all the people in many ways. I looked, and the district randomly zooms in to a street lined with old brick buildings, some small shops, and the church so the number of bricks. And dozens of people have gone away, leaving the intersection ahead. A bald businessman passed quickly, looking at the old woman, the hair veil and covered with a large wearing the bag. Even with tight black pants, and then connecting A woman from the window of the shop, and two young women and children in groups to inspect the unknown corner.
I turned my eyes a few times and looked peculiar. He was sitting on a bench at the station, and two people died. Side by side with the other boy, the woman was clothed in the slothful shall be stuck on the front of her feet shall carry her way. He wore a pair of red shoes like me. I was troubled for a little while, he found that the presence of black pants, a black and white shirt with a jacket for the hood. She had dark brown hair tied behind her head loose. A gray bag sitting beside him on the bench, shoulder strap hooked on her shoulder.
“This is crazy,” I thought. “It could be the same woman. This is another face of the country and made for the continent. How this can be, for that?
This is stupid. This, however, would not be, if I live on in the images. He has trapped abortion. It’s not like I was in two places at the same time. And it should not be. Moreover, since, without a face, it would be impossible to say that it is the same person. Brown hair and the hair color is probably the most common in the world. Those red shoes are not bought anything online. I’m sure they did millions of others. He shook his head to some people prepare dinner.
When she returned to join so that it was decided to look back to Berlin: Weidmann. I have now chosen at random the street is accustomed to. Not in vain task. Now there were with brick buildings lining the streets, factories, nothing was seen. Empty lots filled with pebbles, grass stacked. There really was not much to see. The riders Jakarta order to drive out German flags. After the investigation, they found the boy. Looked like she was dressed for school, a jacket thrown through her purse. He looked down at some mobile device. He also put forward. Of the angle of the eye, therefore, that he was taken, nevertheless, I started to depart, and let mine arm. I turned my face, and they were there. She does not condemn red.
And behold, he was standing by the sign of the head of the way thou hast built, then the sign is of a genius. She had one hand on the pole facing the road as if waiting to cross the street. I stared in shock. How it could still there? Even if you are traveling, you will find that there’s no way all the time.
I did a quick search, looking for a woman to know about what is presented as Aristotle. There is nothing. I reviewed articles about the new things you see on Google Maps, but not from those of the woman who lives with you. This is crazy. Is my separation religious driven mad and become more than just a fantasy that you created?
Boston leaving the image on my screen, I sent a text message to a friend and asked her to locations. I asked for, if of the same woman that he saw. Then, in the silence of his hands as they wait in order that with the sweat of a tired, of the heart, heartbeat, inside my chest. Then he stood, he would have to return the phone text message, then ten minutes.
The text read: “I see you were not a lady in Berlin, Paris, or Tokyo to see this kind of game or well .. What?”
No answer, but went into place in Tokyo and Paris. He was not. She was, but there was some other. It was sitting on a bus stop bench in Paris. He was standing in front of her, looking for something in a bag. And he turned aside his face to her, Ask on the calico cat in it, a few blocks of Venice. He shuddered to think. And what is it? What is going on?
Changes in the map to me in Brussels. Now the town square. He was full of old-looking buildings with shops on the ground floor and apartments compositions mentioned above. He quickly scanned the street. Meaningless without a strong female sweater or blue. The second scan. And she dismounted from there, not it was a relief. And I believe it was forward.
It happened more than anything, they stopped eyes frozen on the screen. This is the last black and white, and the building was constructed for the balconies, in the parting of the way of the journey outside of the other of iron, terminated by agreement. When they did not, it seems, they were kept watching on the sidewalks. And it stood still there, standing in the balcony, out of the camera of self to be tilted from the head, almost as if they were ‘ivory house of my countenance. His breath caught in his throat.
And in Sydney. He leaned against a wall inside the door in a bright blue building Carricks drink. London double-decker red bus and showed that it was preparing the boat, with the head turned to look over his shoulder. And everywhere you want it. Venice, and passed over, anything up on the sidewalk on the bridge, standing up in the Zurich Crosswalk yellow; and Hong Kong and Wing stood between the lungs and McDonald’s Bank adjusting the strap of her purse. In another picture, which is closer and closer to me straight in the face and windless.
Because my heart felt like a bird, pounding in my chest. The spirit has not taken hold. He is not sure what to do. I could not call the police. Google sending screenshots?
I closed my eyes and mouths, shooting inclusive fists. And what is it? It is this? This is it? I would like to see his face when he saw the body. I wanted to get out of the chair and run. Why is it that the only thing that will make me feel trapped as it was that made me feel even more! And they know
I wrote unto you in the name of my people, both in the way at random, and came to the city. It was a couple of thousand miles away from me; Of the orchard of the city, although it was a clear day, it has been shown here for the night. He was not. … There was a man. Only a few miles to the park name means any arc punch. I looked straight into the camera, directly to me. I felt I throw. Who was, and he comes near to me, and I am going to watch. He came to me. What, however, will it?
I wrote the name of the apartment all there. I could see the outside of the building. The cars in the parking lot and full, and there were some children in the playground blurry. I saw everywhere. He wandered, I am the light of each other in and out of cars, behind the back of the windows to the winds, and between the bushes to the torment. Then there was huddled around my head and rested on the desk.
This is a safe place. It is not to leave the apartment at any time. Google Maps will never use again. I will never see again. I brought up, And they have not been able to stay in the park for all. I was surprised and put my face to find a tear rolls down.
“I’m safe,” said the sound of it. Good to hear a big thing. “I’m safe.”
As I said, they knocked on the door. From the dread of you shall evolutions over my people thorn. When a camera is connected to the computer and it shows, at the gate, which they have with mobility problems. I am at a slow pace continued, that he to me, who was at the door, but the time of my hand.
I saw on the screen and saw a white women’s shirt, black pants, a black and purple jacket with a hood, as well as a bag and a white gray shoulder strap. Of course, these are red shoes. I looked directly at the camera, with my face before the lack of a complete definition. I tried to scream to suffocate, they raised their hands and knocked on the door.