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WING'S------------------------　 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The velvet surface,satin wing's remind's me of a forgotten tree .It reache's to the heaven's but will fall too it's knee's&lt;br /&gt;A laughing child a dieing man will both reach out and lend a hand A crying mother one lost soul will find each-othere&lt;br /&gt;in the end Alonely field a shinning star they will burn themself's out when the fighting stare's The blasting sound's the crison ground&lt;br /&gt;will leave a soul near a forgotten tree crying on his knee's trying to remember the time he had satin wing's.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;BY,~EEK~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs105.snc4/35613_1237043861894_1703185758_413941_7036579_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llI3gVdsWxM/TQrUsnzAYdI/AAAAAAAAABA/wVzJk6gYu9s/S220/__Beyond_Me___by_VikkiGothAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208977817426969373.post-3345860994829901874</id><published>2010-12-16T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:06:06.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voodoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>??~ Aliens Are They Real~??</title><content type='html'>REAL ALIEN'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incredible 73% of top scientist polled now believe in real aliens and more than half want the government to fund investigations into them. Not only that, but a startling 52% of these scientists are convinced that they had seen real aliens themselves. 'We tend to think of scientists as being skeptical, but I think this poll disproves that,' said French real aliens expert Claude LaVoure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Intelligent scientists are now accepting the probability that real aliens do exist.' Of the 1,200 scientists who took part in the university survey, 92% had master's degrees or higher. 'We ran a similar poll in 1981 and it seemed a good idea to see how attitudes towards real aliens have changed since then,' explained LaVoure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What is most striking is the high number-7 out of 10-who at least think real aliens probably do exist. 'And only 4% of the scientists are prepared to answer 'definitely not' to the question of whether real aliens actually exist. That result is identical to what we had in 1981.' In the latest survey, 27 percent said they 'definitely' believe in UFOs, 46% said they 'probably' believe, 12% said they were 'undecided' and 11% said UFOs 'probably did not' exist. The remaining scientists said 'definitely not.' According to the poll, 36% said they know of someone who claims to have seen a real aliens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROP CIRCLES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fact that the circles seem to be increasing in quantity and complexity, Randles offers a number of down-to-earth possibilities that could affect circle-making conditions, from pesticide spraying to the removal of hedgerows, to chlorofluorocarbon buildup in the atmosphere, to the depletion of the ozone layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've been called the greatest party poopers in history," says Randles, who finds the geometric regularity of the circles no more astounding then the complex formations to be seen among snowflakes. "People would rather come up with the daffiest solutions possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the sober solutions were aired publicly last June 23, when Meaden chaired the First International Conference of the Circles Effect, which drew scientists from as far away as Japan and the United States to a one-day parley at Oxford University. Animated exchanges between the presenters and the audience, which included Colin Andrews and Pat Delgado, were the order of the day. At the end, Meaden told the gathering that decades more research might be required to pin down all the details of the full answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just listening to these people was such fun," commented American attendee John T. Snow, professor of atmospheric science at Purdue University. "There was lots of discussion, but very little real study reported." Most of the "real aliens crop circle studies," he said, entailed visiting the sites and speculating on the sights there. Snow's own conjecture is in line with meaden's--that most of the circles are the artifacts of whirlwinds. Snow thinks many of the more elaborate patterns in the cornfields are hoaxes, perpetrated to keep news media interest in the real aliens crop circles alive. Says Snow, "There's probably an interesting meteorological phenomenon behind them that should be studied, but it's tough to do serious science in such an atmosphere of sensationalism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Church, an expert in tornado-like flows at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, also attended the circles conference and also goes along with the vortex idea--up to a point. "I think the very bizarre features, such as the rectangular patterns and arcs that look like photographs or sand paintings," Church says, "can't be explained by natural causes. You could call it hoaxing, or you could call it an artistic challenge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is sufficiently challenged by the problem to do some laboratory testing. He plans to construct a model of two to three square miles of the surface of the Hampshire countryside, where many circles appear. His tabletop model will miniaturize the area's horseshoe-shaped depression surrounded by hills. Then he'll put the model in a whirlwind tunnel, blow smoke at it from half a dozen directions, and see whether vortices appear. The key question, he says, is not whether vortices could create the circles in the corn, but whether they actually form as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROSWELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modern preoccupation with what ultimately came to be called Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) actually began in June, 1947. Although some pro real aliens researchers argue that sightings of UFOs go back to Biblical times, most researchers will not dispute that anything in UFO history can compare with the phenomenon that began in 1947. What was later characterized as "the real aliens Wave of 1947" began with 16 alleged sightings that occurred between May 17 and July 12, 1947, (although some researchers claim there were as many as 800 sightings during that period). Interestingly, the "Roswell Incident" was not considered one of these 1947 events until the 1978-1980 time frame. There is no dispute, however, that something happened near Roswell in July, 1947, since it was reported in a number of contemporary newspaper articles; the most famous of which were the July 8 and July 9 editions of the Roswell Daily Record. The July 8 edition reported "RAAF Captures Flying Saucer On Ranch In Roswell Region," while the next day's edition reported, "Ramey Empties Roswell Saucer" and "Harassed Rancher Who Located 'Saucer' Sorry He Told About It."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first real aliens story reported that the Intelligence Officer of the 509th Bomb Group, stationed at Roswell AAF, Major Jesse A. Marcel, had recovered a "flying disc" from the range lands of an unidentified rancher in the vicinity of Roswell and that the disc had been "flown to higher headquarters." That same story also reported that a Roswell couple claimed to have seen a large unidentified object fly by their home on July 2, 1947.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The July 9 edition of the paper noted that Brigadier General Roger Ramey, Commander of the Eighth Air Force at Forth Worth, Texas, stated that upon examination the debris recovered by Marcel was determined to be a weather balloon and not real aliens activities. The wreckage was described as a "..bundle of tinfoil, broken wood beams, and rubber remnants of a balloon...... The additional story of the "harassed rancher" identified him as W.W. Brazel of Lincoln County, New Mexico. He claimed that he and his son, Vemon, found the material on June 14, 1947, when they "came upon a large area of bright wreckage made up of rubber strips, tinfoil, a rather tough paper, and sticks." He picked up some of the debris on July 4 and ."..the next day he first heard about the flying discs and wondered if what he had found might have been the remnants of one of these." Brazel subsequently went to Roswell on July 7 and contacted the Sheriff, who apparently notified Major Marcel. Major Marcel and "a man in plain clothes" then accompanied Brazel home to pick up the rest of the pieces. The article further related that Brazel thought that the material:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"might have been as large as a table top. The balloon which held it up, if that is how it worked, must have been about 12 feet long, he felt, measuring the distance by the size of the room in which he sat. The rubber was smoky gray in color and scattered over an area about 200 yards in diameter. When the debris was gathered up the tinfoil, paper, tape, and sticks made a bundle about three feet long and 7 or 8 inches thick, while the rubber made a bundle about 18 or 20 inches long and about 8 inches thick. In all, he estimated, the entire lot would have weighed maybe five pounds. There was no sign of any metal in the area which night have been used for an engine and no sign of any propellers of any kind. Although at least one paper fin had been glued onto some of the tinfoil. There were no words to be found anywhere on the instrument although there were letters on some of the parts. Considerable scotch tape and some tape with flowers printed upon it had been used in the construction. No string or wire were to be found but there were some eyelets in the paper to indicate that some sort of attachment may have been used. Brazel said that he had previously found two weather balloons on the ranch, but that what he found this time did not in any way resemble either of these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACE OF ALINE'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real alien TYPE 1: The Greys. Of this type there are several sub-types. All tend to appear greyish in color and for this reason are referred to as "greys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY TYPE A: This is the type most commonly referred to as the greys. Also known as Zeta Reticuli from the Zeta Reticulan star system (the Bernard star) neighboring the Orion area. They function in a mode that is apparently military in nature with a rigidly defined social structure that holds science and "conquering worlds" to be the prime movers. They are normally about 4.5 ft tall with large heads and black "wrap around" eyes. They have limited facial features, slit mouth and no nose to speak of. They have evolved beyond the need for reproductive systems or digestive systems and reproduce by cloning. Their genetics are partly based on insectoidal genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their science deals largely with the study of other life forms and genetic engineering. They have supposedly had a part to play in the alteration of human genetics over thousands of years. It seems that they may be trying to cross breed with humans in order to create a "mixture race" that would be better than either. (I've read that they are a dying species, that have cloned so much that now, with each successive cloning, the species grows weaker. They are trying to infuse new life into their species by creating the mixed breed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be two main social classes. One is the more hawkish and is more abrupt, crude and blunt. The more dove-like ones are more refined and capable of a more business-like behavior towards humans, and prefer to use more "diplomatic" behavior to gain control over human's. This type of Grey is what I believe is being referred to as the "Orange" class of Greys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be emotionless (by human standards) and therefore are seen as cruel in their treatment of human beings. They are able to take human lives without any regard for that individual. They apparently can use certain substances of the human body for their sustenance and therefore appear to be carnivorous in regards to humans. (I also read that they extract fluid from some part of the human brain during intense emotional response [fear] and are able to use it like a recreational drug.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my understanding that these greys are actually servants to a master race of reptilian-type real aliens and are trying to prepare the earth for their arrival by gaining control over the earth through many means. They tend to enjoy the feeling of freedom they have on earth, away from their masters and would desire the help of humans in confrontations with the reptilians...which appears to be a consideration for the near future (mid 90's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These greys have their best known bases in New Mexico and Nevada but are also known to have bases in many countries of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY TYPE B: Tall Greys from Orion. Usually about 7 to 8 ft. tall (reports often exaggerate their height as being 9 to 12 ft.) with facial feature somewhat similar to grey type A with the exception of the large nose found on type B greys. These greys also have technologies that allow them to perform certain actions that appear "miraculous." These greys are less viscous towards humans than type A greys (but are still considered "hostile".) They tend to influence more through political controls and negotiated agreements with those in power. Their main bases seem to be in the Aleutian Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the type seen not long ago in Eastern Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREY TYPE C: These are the shortest of the greys and tend to be about 3.5 ft. tall. Their facial features are very similar to the Zeta Reticuli greys and are of the same "root race.". They are just as hostile to humans as the Zetas. They are from a star system near the shoulder of Orion called Bellatrax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real alien TYPE 2: THE REPTILIANS: A genetics akin to reptiles, these are highly advanced entities but viewed as being of a negative, hostile or dangerous disposition since they regard humans as a totally inferior race. They would perceive us much the way we would perceive a herd of cattle. They are carnivorous in regard to humans. There is supposedly a "driven" planetoid or asteroid inhabited by 30 million of these lizard-folk that is to enter our solar system in the mid 90's if the present schedule is kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consider earth to be their own ancient outpost and would expect to have complete control of the entire planet upon their return. Their own planet is becoming unable to adequately support life and they need somewhere else to live. These are the real aliens who are served by the type A greys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real alien TYPE 3: HUMAN TYPE REAL ALIENS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN TYPE A: These are of a genetic base similar to humans of earth. They appear of "normal" height (5-6ft?) and tend to be fair-skinned with blonde hair. These entities have been abducted by the greys or are the offspring of abductees and have been trained by the greys as servants. These entities are totally subservient to the greys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN TYPE B: These are real aliens of similar genetics to earth humans and also, it seems, of the humans that serve the greys. These are from the Pleiades and are also of the blonde, fair-skinned appearance. This type is of a genuine highly evolved, spiritual, benevolent variety and have a kinship toward humans and are the only real aliens to be truly trusted by earth humans at this time. They had at one time offered to be of assistance to earth leaders in dealing with the real alien situation here but were rebuffed and so have taken a kind of "hands off" approach for the time being. These real aliens are supposedly the forefather race of humankind. These are apparently not on earth much at this time due to serious problems in the area of their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMAN TYPE C: Very little is known about these. They are supposedly another of the highly evolved, spiritual type of great benevolence to earth humans. I understand that their appearance is similar to other human-type real aliens. They are from Sirius and don't appear to be much involved with earth happenings at this time other than being concerned about the Grey scenario. They could desire to be of help to humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other known human type real aliens of this "more highly spiritually evolved" nature that are apparently aware of the situation on earth and considering some possible course of action. These are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIBLE U.F.O'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many scholars and scientists claim that variety of references in the Bible, expecially in Genesis, prove the UFOs influenced human development and that modern man may even have descended from real aliens mating with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyval Abrams, and Israeli scholar, even believes that Adam and Eve were space travelers who crash landed on Earth, and the the Garden of Eden was actually a space ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were others on the spaceship, but when it crashed they spread out to other parts of the world, he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These real aliens mated with primitive humans who were already on earth, Abrams adds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible mentions the sons of God - real aliens - mating with the daughters of men - humans. Helmut Roche, a French astrophysicist and biblical expert, claims humans did not develop on earth but came from another planet to colonize Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References to real UFOs and real aliens are common in the Bible, he argues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These include Enoch ascending to heaven on a fiery pillar and Ezekiel leaving earth in a blazing chariot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roche says Sodom and Gomorra were destroyed by a nuclear bomb and the cloud of fire that led the Israelites during their 40 years int ehdesert was a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes the mysterious and fearsome Ark of the Covenant which destroyed the Israelites enemies with lightening and fire was in fact a real alien ray gun, with a mighty powerful blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Bible, Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden for disobeying God were forced to work for their daily bread. They also lost the gift of eternal life and were no longer allowed to mingle with angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They apparently settled on the east side of the Garden, not far from the entrance, which was guarded by an angel with a flaming sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Israeli scholar Fuyval Abrams, Dr. Brain Barnes, a British expert, believes Adam and Eve were real aliens and the Garden of Eden was a spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craft provided Adam and Eve with food, which it produced synthetically and protected them from the harshness of Earth's environment, he explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after years aboard the ship waiting to be rescued, its machines broke down and Adam and Eve were forced to leave it and live among primitive humans in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sons and daughters of adam and Eve eventually mated with these primitive humans and produced children, who became our forefathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout their long lives, Barnes says, Adam and Eve probably never went far from the disabled UFO in case a rescue partyh came for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others, like archeologist Neal Hogan, agree with Helmut Roche's colomial theory and say Adam and Eve were eventually taken back to their home planet, leaving behind their children and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve and their children literally lived hundreds of years because they were real aliens, says Hogan. But the hybrids, off spring of the real aliens and primitive humans like Abraham, lived much shorter lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------MY NOTE'S-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more about&amp;nbsp; ufo's alien's space iam going to put more up soon about this and we will get to the bottom of this if you like leave a comment i would love to hear what you think about all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~EEK~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE PHOTO'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (PHOTO 1) One of the all time best pictures of aliens on earth, the set of four photos show the extraterrestrials roaming the country side in Mexico unaware of the brave person behind the camera. We have no further information on these pictures as far as the date they were taken or the person taking the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2(PHOTO2)The case of Roswell New Mexico, or better known as Area 51, has been subject to controversy for years with no clear explanation. While there are dozens of witness testimonials about a UFO crash landing that looked like a flying sauser near Roswell in Corona, NM the Air Force and US Government used the time tested excuse of "it was just a weather baloon". Though in a report from Lt. Walter Haut from the Air Force in a Roswell news paper he claimed that they had recovered a UFO and several bodys. Not surprisingly that was soon covered up and disappeared off news stands just days later. Then in 1997 they added in the report that there were crash test dummies abord and was probably the reason people witnessed aliens being carried off. Which all seems a little too deceiving to us and the rest of the world to really be just another weather balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3(PHOTO3) Not much is known about this photograph but it seems like it was taken in the late 40's or early 50's. As you can see from the picture two men are leading the alien creature away from the public but not trying to really hide the extraterrestrial in any way when they could easily cover the alien with one of there trench coats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4(PHOTO4)The alien in the pic is seen laying on some kind of a table, probably an operating table to do an autopsy, and is badly bruised or burned. The picture of the alien being came from China and is said to have been taken by one of the people working at the time the alien was brought in for study. Presumably the alien was in a crash and did not survive to let the wold know why it was here. Unfortunatly there is very little known as to what happend to the craft that brought the alien to earth as it was quickly covered up by the local authorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5(PHOTO5)In these two pictures from a film you see an alien, actually looking scared, being interagated by agents working for the Director of National Intelligence. The Director of National Intelligence acts as the principal advisor to the President, the National Security Council, and the Homeland Security Council for intelligence matters related to the national security. The man in the pictures faced has been purposely blured out leading us to assume that he was the one who leaked the picture of the alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6(PHOTO6)This picture of an alien shows a great deal of color on the creature which could mean either the alien had only just recently died or hasen't been refrigerated yet. The real strange part though is the cloth thats around the aliens arms and waist. They could have been placed there in an attempt to save the creatures life if it was bleading or cut open but we are unsure exactly what the reason was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.S now iam not saying these photo's are real you can take it as it is ut they are said to be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1171.snc4/154370_1238428696514_1703185758_415952_1398660_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs719.snc4/63979_1238428816517_1703185758_415953_8222616_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1206.snc4/155802_1238428896519_1703185758_415954_6619854_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1168.snc4/151085_1238429016522_1703185758_415955_5429330_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs617.ash2/156926_1238429056523_1703185758_415956_1648564_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs933.snc4/74621_1238429296529_1703185758_415957_2560767_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs380.ash2/65835_1238429456533_1703185758_415958_5623383_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs615.ash2/156727_1238429616537_1703185758_415959_6881496_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1234.snc4/156628_1238429816542_1703185758_415960_6042797_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs598.ash2/155080_1238430056548_1703185758_415961_6410876_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1205.snc4/155738_1238430136550_1703185758_415962_5533728_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1336.snc4/162849_1238430256553_1703185758_415963_2746768_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1186.snc4/150831_1238430416557_1703185758_415964_4898908_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs736.ash1/162972_1238430576561_1703185758_415965_7971676_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1214.snc4/156597_1238430896569_1703185758_415967_4549901_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;PHOTO 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208977817426969373-3345860994829901874?l=voodoolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/feeds/3345860994829901874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llI3gVdsWxM/TQrUsnzAYdI/AAAAAAAAABA/wVzJk6gYu9s/S220/__Beyond_Me___by_VikkiGothAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208977817426969373.post-9099451122200370088</id><published>2010-12-16T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T19:02:38.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Hoodoo Meet's Voodoo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOODOO MEET'S VOODOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The darken swamp's lead to a place were dark meets light were fantasy meets reality it seems in many ways but it's just misunderstood take this life a learn the secretes of the art pray to the forbidden gods make a doll that will shatter all it is called voodoo but never let it fool you just take what it will give you its is here to help you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY. Tara Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs758.snc4/65822_1238993790641_1703185758_416572_1194323_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208977817426969373-9099451122200370088?l=voodoolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/feeds/9099451122200370088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoodoo-meets-voodoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208977817426969373/posts/default/9099451122200370088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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forgotten soul's i hold the gate to the fallen people AM there safe i have live throw out time and died many times but these life's they lend are just a mistake they make just demises they are forsaken to complete so i will take my place and leaned my army to the edge of nowhere cradle them in my broken arm's console their screams taking pity on they in the end they will see it has always been me there dear decrypted king fearless little me the shadow keeper the secret key rusty rusty me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;div style="filter: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.AlphaImageLoader(src='http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1189.snc4/154112_1240250622061_1703185758_418740_6884852_n.jpg', sizingMethod='scale'); height: 508px; width: 393px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By tara anderson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208977817426969373-8388976588610844398?l=voodoolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/feeds/8388976588610844398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/2010/12/rusty-shadow-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208977817426969373/posts/default/8388976588610844398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208977817426969373/posts/default/8388976588610844398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voodoolove.blogspot.com/2010/12/rusty-shadow-keeper.html' title='~The Rusty Shadow Keeper~'/><author><name>EEK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750495343412332107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llI3gVdsWxM/TQrUsnzAYdI/AAAAAAAAABA/wVzJk6gYu9s/S220/__Beyond_Me___by_VikkiGothAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208977817426969373.post-1300161547824392745</id><published>2010-12-16T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:47:48.653-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>~Golden Angel~</title><content type='html'>These carpeted wall's hold me the light wants to save me the darkness wants to consume me the taste of water it Burns me my blood fills me the skin ripping my heart slowing but still i will die smiling echo's from the hall makes me whither and crawl my knee's splitting cracking taking it for me my hands working my eye's have fled me rolled away searching for they but only finding them will they take me after all AM i good enough for this world do you understand me do you believe in the hunted melody of eternal sanity driving us to the side were them meet they and you meet me my golden Angle of eternity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Tara Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;img class="img" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs616.ash2/156838_1240769555034_1703185758_420050_962139_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208977817426969373-1300161547824392745?l=voodoolove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llI3gVdsWxM/TQrUsnzAYdI/AAAAAAAAABA/wVzJk6gYu9s/S220/__Beyond_Me___by_VikkiGothAngel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208977817426969373.post-3140034635391772545</id><published>2010-12-16T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:45:04.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true'/><title type='text'>~True Tell's of The Unkown!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some true stories i thought were pretty awesome no one really knows what any of these people saw but all&lt;br /&gt;these people belive what has happened to them now its time for what you think !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;~EEK~　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;closet monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;My story took place in 2001 when I was 12, in my old home in Alpharetta, Georgia. My family and I had moved there in 1995 and from the first day I had always gotten a weird feeling in the upstairs part of the house. I was always petrified of the guest bedroom and had a number of weird incidents at the home.&lt;br /&gt;The following is the most vivid of all the experiences. Thinking about it now actually makes me sick and I get that same feeling of cold panic. My family and I were leaving for a trip to Louisianna; the flight was at 3am. It was about 11pm and we doing some last minute packing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking out of my room and lying down on my parents' bed to watch TV. My parents were downstairs at the time. The bed faced their master bathroom which had a walk-in closet at the end of it. The door had been left open with the bathroom and closet lights on. As I was flipping through the channels (the tv was right next to the door) I noticed something standing in the doorway -- it had to be at least six feet tall, a monster.&lt;br /&gt;It was green and its face was disgusting. I can't describe it as anything other than a monster. I was utterly terrified. I tried to scream but nothing would come out. I got so scared; I closed my eyes and when I opened them, it was gone. I ran downstairs to find my parents and told them about it. I could tell my parents were a bit disturbed but they said it was probably my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;I have had to come to terms with what I saw because I'm a very rational adult. I don't know what it was but I know I saw something. From what I've read, there are other people who have seen tall demonic... or just terrifying monsters. It feels good to know I'm not alone. I just wish I knew what it was that was staring back at me that night.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;swamp creature&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;was driving on Broadkill Road in Broadkill Beach Delaware around dusk in July 2007. This road borders a swamp area. Standing on the side of the road by the swamp, my daughter and I saw a creature like we've never seen before. It stood about 2-1/2 to 3 feet tall with long legs, a tan body, a flat, almost puggish face, and a long tail. It had small ears and looked to be about 30 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;My other daughter and her friend also saw this same animal the year before around the same area, except it was night and it ran in front of their car. I asked the lady who owned the Broadkill Beach store about it and she said she had seen it once when she was dirt biking with her dad in that area years before, and both her and her dad had no idea what it was even though she was raised around Broadkill.&lt;br /&gt;She said we were lucky to have spotted it as very few people have seen it. We went to the Primehook Reserve (this is what the swampy area is called) museum and they had no idea what it could be. I am wondering if anyone else has seen it and what the heck it is.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sprinting humanoids&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;as a police motorway patrol-woman in Portsmouth, England, I'm frequently confronted with situations that are both bizarre and unnerving. However, the incident that occurred on the 25th of November last year is by far the most unusual of them all. During a routine speed camera set up in the city, around 6.30 pm (at which time it was completely dark,) our speed trap picked up random tracings of nonexistent objects hurtling past at 30 to 40 mph.&lt;br /&gt;The devices are not actually known to malfunction, so we trained the camera on the road surface to see what we picked up. Sitting in the back of the patrol van, we were shocked to discover on the screen that the camera was picking up what can only be described as human figures, running up and down the street approximately 40 ft away from the vehicle, only barely visible through the night vision filter. They were of 'average' height, had a silvery hue, and were sprinting up and down the central reservation (the dividing surface between two opposite lanes on a motorway) repeatedly, and very fast.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I did not exit the vehicle to investigate, but apparently I didn't have to. Only about 10 feet away, at the side of the road, one of these silvery entities just appeared on the screen. Female, approximately 6 foot, and standing motionless facing away from the van. She was dressed in scantily clad clothing, not unlike that a young woman on an evening out may wear. I was extremely freaked out, especially considering that leaning out of the window, there was absolutely no evidence of anyone standing that close to the vehicle. As the first vehicle only five minutes from the first sighting drove past, all visible evidence of the entities had vanished. Nothing occurred from that time till the end of my duty at 9 p.m., and yet, when I played back the footage from the camera, the silvery objects and the woman are not on the tape!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I did not report the incident, but friends and fellow officers agree that it is highly unusual, and none of them had experienced anything of the like before&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;headlights of greyling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January of 2010, me and three of my friends went up to our friend Lisa's parent's cottage in Greyling, Michigan. We've been there several times before and love going out on the "two-track" trails that run behind the house and into the State Forest. When we arrived the first evening we decided, on a whim, to go out for a ride. There were three snowmobiles up there, and I had trailered in an additional one and a 4-wheel ATV.&lt;br /&gt;I had just got a new job and I was making great money, so I decided to splurge on a $400, infrared (night-vision) goggle set. I, trying to show off to my friends, of course, decided that I didn't need my headlights and I would just use the goggles. I rode behind everyone for quite a few miles on my ATV with the goggles on but my eyes started to grow tired of looking at a small screen situated an inch away from my eyes. Additionally, it only had one lens and one display, so I had terrible depth perception.&lt;br /&gt;When we rode out to what looks like a Christmas tree field out in the middle of the woods, we stopped, let our motors cool down, and relaxed for a few minutes. Everyone decided it was getting late (around three in the morning) and we were going to head back to the cottage. My friends on snowmobiles took off ahead of me, knowing that my ATV couldn't keep up with them. I wasn't too worried since I knew the trails as much as or better than they did.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try out the infrared goggles again so I could get used to the grainy, black and white image. When I got into the woods, the trees managed to halt most of the wind and I kept finding myself temporarily blinded by a large haze in front of me. It took me a good two or three minutes to realize that this was my breath getting caught in the infrared illuminator.&lt;br /&gt;As I started to learn to exhale off to the side, I knew that I was going to be coming up to a sharp 90-degree turn ahead so I started slowing down, then I noticed that the turn ahead of me was much brighter than my surroundings. I assumed it was one of my friends who had turned around to make sure I hadn't crashed into a tree. I flipped the goggles up, slammed on the brake when I realized that I was driving around in absolute darkness with no headlights on, fumbled for the headlight switch and got my bearings again before skidding to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;Wow, these things are great. They can see light better than I can.&lt;/em&gt; After several seconds I hadn't seen anyone round the corner, so I shut my headlights off to see if there were any headlights coming down the trail. It was pitch-black. Out of curiosity, I flipped the headset on the goggles down and turned the switch on to see a bright light come screaming at me full-speed. It was about the size and shape of a single headlight and it was moving fast. I'll admit that I shrieked, pulled the goggles up and... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and couldn't see or hear anything behind me. I was genuinely confused. I figured it must have been a problem with the infrared goggles -- maybe the lens was starting to get iced over. I put them back on and everything was normal. No abnormal lights around the bend, nothing rocketing towards me at high speeds.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed that I must have exhaled the moment I hit the switch, but it looked low to the ground and the display got intensely bright as it got closer to me. It also didn't explain why I noticed the light before it came around the turn.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters more unusual, when I pulled up to the turn I looked around and noticed a elaborate wooden cross with a smaller, brass cross inside of it. On it were the words, "The Duke, 1970-(something) to 2000-(something)."&lt;br /&gt;Did someone crash and kill themselves on that sharp turn, and did my goggles pick up their&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;werewolves of niles,ohio your true tales of werewolves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;These two stories take place in the late 1980s in Niles, Ohio. The experiences did not happen to me but to my uncle and his best friend in those days. They both had very similar encounters with a werewolf type being. I know the stories are true because my uncle has told them to me many times and there have never been any inconsistencies. Also, my uncle has never been one to make up stories.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle told me that he and his friend (a different person than his friend in the next story) were in a field near his house playing. They were both about 12 years old. In this field, there is a fairly thin line of trees just before you get to the railroad tracks. My uncle said it was dark out and he kicked a stump that was in the field. He got his foot caught in it as it caved in a bit from his kick. He said that as soon as he pulled his foot out, a strong breeze blew past instantly; he and his friend heard the sound of trampling of twigs and leaves coming from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;When they looked over to the trees, a figure that seemed to have the same outline as a werewolf standing on two feet was running down the hill of trees towards them. They took off running to my uncle's house. He said that he couldn't see any features--just the outline of the creature because of the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;This next story is the one that happened to my uncle's best friend. It occurred in the same town, a few years after my uncle had his encounter. My uncle's friend was in the woods on the opposite side of town walking around looking for something to do. He looked down through the thick trees and saw some dark figure slowly moving to one tree and hiding behind it, peeking out to look at him, then moving to another tree and doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;When it seemed to notice that my uncle's friend was aware of its presence, it began to run toward him. My uncle's friend ran home and told my uncle the story the next day at school&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haunted ernie doll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, this story happened in March 2010. It takes place in Ellisville, Mississippi. I was alone in my house -- my dad and his wife had left for the evening. I decided to call my best friend and since it was warmer there than the rest of the house, I sat down in my dad and his wife's area of the house (we also live with my grandmother) while I was talking to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of a sentence when, from the very next room, I heard someone say, "I feel great!" I stopped talking so that I could hear if anyone was talking. The first thought that ran through my head was somebody is in my house -- and I'm the only one here.&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later, I heard it again. I started freaking out as I got up to search the house and my friend asked what was wrong; I just asked her to please stay on the phone with me. I walked into the room from which I kept hearing the talking and couldn't find anything that could possibly be making that kind of noise. But then I heard a snoring sound right behind me! I turned around and saw a "Sleep and Snore" Ernie doll sitting up in the corner of the room staring at me!&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of that room and slammed their door shut and went into the main living room and even though the door was shut, I heard the doll go off by itself three more times!&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succubus male masturbatorMiddle class masturbator from Japan Succubus delivers explosive orgasm&lt;a href="http://www.queencatadulttoys.com/" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), &amp;quot;4e99c&amp;quot;, event);" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.queencatadulttoys.com/&lt;/a&gt; ( WHAT THE FUCK ) O_o lol i had too put this in here!!! i have not seen what this is yet but just what it say's.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sceaming roadside hairy demon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I have no idea what happened to me on a particular night a few summers ago and I still question my sanity. I was not taking any drugs or drunk this night and my mom even witnessed the first half of it.&lt;br /&gt;On a very humid August night, my mom and I were driving down a back country road. It was maybe 10 pm or so at the time and the road was deserted. We had just crested a hill and began driving down the other side when our headlights washed over what looked like a person walking down the center of the road.&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid guy is going to get hit doing that," I remember my mother muttering. But as we neared, we saw what looked like a very small person... about the size of a child. My mom slowed the car. The person was limping away from us, its face the opposite direction. As we neared even more, we realized to our astonishment that it seemed to be completely covered in &lt;em&gt;hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at this point, my heart had begun to race and my curiousity piqued; I told my mom to move up next to the thing so we could get a good look. She moved the car and we were soon neck and neck with the little hairy creature. But what little we could see in the dark, its face was obscured. Although at this point, the creature was very much aware of our presence and let out a bone-chilling wail (one like no other I've ever heard in my life) and bolted across the road with that same limping gait -- running on two legs.&lt;br /&gt;The incident terrified both my mom and I and we sped off back home. We discussed little of what we had witnessed and I jumped in the shower before heading to bed. I always feel unsettled while taking a shower (I suppose because there's a lot of shower scenes in horror movies) but that night I felt particularly so. I knew -- &lt;em&gt;just knew&lt;/em&gt; -- something was going to happen. And when I made up my mind to cut the shower short and hop out, that's when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;The same eerie wail I had heard only hours beforehand coming from that creature, seemed to sound and reverberate around the bathroom! It grew louder and louder until it seemed that's all there was in the world. That's the last thing I remember until I was in bed with my mom crying and shaking me. She said she and my father found me screaming uncontrollably and huddled on the bathroom floor, naked and terrified.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a made-up story, it really did happen and definitely not something I will ever forget. I am aware of strange beings in this world and demonic spirits that can possess one's soul, but I never in a million years thought it would ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;dead men do steal meat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story I am going to tell you took place in October of 2005 in Greece on the island Zakynthos. I was gone away from home for a walk and as I was walking I was sure that I saw a man, missing an arm, walking in the woods--but then he just disappeared. I had not told my mom.&lt;br /&gt;That same night before I came back home, someone had robbed our house and the strange thing was that he had taken only meat that we had in our house. The next morning my mom and I went to the police and told an officer what happened. After that he sent a team tosearch for fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;After one day he called us to the police station and said that they have found some fingerprints but that we wouldn't believe the result -- the man who had done it was dead since eight years! He had died in a car accident close to our house because he had lost his arm and died from bleeding out.&lt;br /&gt;After several days passed, I was walking with a friend of mine in the woods again and we again saw that man with no arm and he just looked at us and continued walking in the woods. After that we left and the next morning we called the police and they said that they'd found a big grave in the woods hidden by the trees and five people dead inside that had gone missing, including the dead man that stole our meat. After that, I have never gone to the woods without my father and a gun&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ghost shower&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in June, 2010, I was sitting in our den in New Jersey watching television. The door to the den is to the left of the television on the same wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a short woman walk past the door, shoot me a glance, and head straight into the bathroom past the door. Assuming that it was my wife, I took little notice.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes and not seeing her come out, I began to think that she was taking an awfully long time in there. While I was thinking this, my son, who was 11, came to the door of the den from the kitchen which is next to the bathroom. He asked me to come to him because he said that something strange was going on with the shower in the bathroom. I asked him, "Isn't your mother in there?" He said no.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and while walking toward him, I asked him what was wrong with the shower. He said that he heard it go on and then go off again. We opened the door to the shower and sure enough, the shower floor was wet and there was water dripping from the shower head as if it had just been turned off.&lt;br /&gt;The year before after returning from picking my wife's brother up at the airport, my wife told me to listen because it sounded like the water was running somewhere in the house. She said it started after I left to go to the airport. I listened and it sounded to me that water was running wide open through one of the pipes. I went into the basement and found no water there so I shut the main valve and went outside to look around the house. I could see at the tap at the rear of the house where the water had been running.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the faucet and found it to be wide open. What is interesting is that the water had suddenly come on, the kids were in school, and there were no footprints in the snow in the area around the tap! We suspect her late grandmother with whom she was very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;war scene vision&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh is a small South-East Asian country where I live. We got our liberation in 1971 and during that time many people were tortured. During the winter of 2007, toward the end of December I visited my Grandma's place. It was an old house built before the war took place and the soldiers killed many Hindu people and buried them in the backyard and also threw some of the bodies in the river in front of my Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;One night I woke up around 2 a.m. and went to the bathroom. After I came out I couldn't fall asleep. I put on a shawl and went to the veranda from where you could get a view of both the river and backyard. It was all foggy and I could hear a very old record playing a classical Bengali song -- it really freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and started to sweat. Someone made a fire in the backyard and I could see four beautiful girls dressed all colorful in classical dancers' attire. They were dancing around the fire. I couldn't believe my eyes and I completely froze. They danced with such grace and poise and a man dressed in the attire of a Pakistani army official stood with a whip slashing the ground every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;After a while I could hear some other voices with the records. I looked around scared to death. By the river bank stood two women and two men in a single row. One of the men's eyes were being taken out. The women were forced to open their saris and become nude in front of the officers. They were all screaming and crying and begging for help. I didn't know what to do. Just stood there....&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the noise sounded so loud that I couldn't tolerate it. My legs were frozen and I walked like a robot and went to my room. As soon as I was inside all the noise was gone. The silence was sinister. I took out the &lt;em&gt;Jai-Namaz&lt;/em&gt; (prayer mat) and started praying and crying, then I fell asleep on it. Around 5 a.m. I woke up to find myself on the mat and then went to bed and never mentioned it to anybody thinking they would just blow it away telling me that I was lying.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;disappearing elevator lady&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;In around February of 2010, my wife took my son from New Jersey to his orthodontist in Pennsylvania. His office is located on the second floor in a large two-story professional building. There is a lobby in the building with two entries, each on opposite sides of the building, and a single elevator at the midpoint.&lt;br /&gt;As my wife and son entered and headed toward the elevator, they saw a woman enter from the opposite side also heading for the elevator. The woman got to the elevator first, pressed the button to open the doors and entered. The doors closed just as my wife and son arrived and my son immediately pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;The doors opened and to their understandable astonishment, there appeared to be no one in the elevator. They rode the elevator to the second floor while my son wondered how she could have possibly escaped through the roof hatch so quickly. My son later described her to me as having straight, shoulder-length blond hair, wearing a long coat, and carrying a handbag. My wife and son are both observant and honest and I don't doubt their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;interstate girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is one that still puzzles me even to this day; it happened in March of 2005 or so in the countryside of Nashville, Tennesee. My mother and sister and I had all gone to the mall one evening. We hadn't gone shopping together in a while and I was off work that night. It was about 10:30 at night and the moon was out so it was not black outside. We could see easily, and especially well of course, with the car's headlights on the road in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;We were in a country area of Nashville, TN on a stretch of unfinished interstate called 840. It was always deserted because the road wasn't finished yet (and still isn't.) It was quiet and the road was empty as usual that night. No other cars around at all in either side of the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;My sister and mom and I were joking about something that had happened at the mall when I saw this shape that resembled a white dog on the side of the road, where the highway meets the gravel and grass. (Keep in mind I saw this in a matter of seconds as we were driving about 65 mph on this interstate.)&lt;br /&gt;We all three saw it at the same time, and I realized as we got close then passed it that it had actually looked like a woman bent over on the side of the road with her head down between her shoulders. I could even make out her clothes, which were light pastel colored, and her light brown pontytail.&lt;br /&gt;We passed her in just seconds, but she never looked up, never moved. She had been completely still, didn't even flinch. Our car was going fast -- with a car that fast speeding past you, wouldn't you look up or react or something?&lt;br /&gt;I just remember something about the whole image scared me. My mom and sister both said, "Was that a girl?" My sister said, "What's wrong with her? Was she ok? Should we go back?" I remember leaning over the passenger seat and saying, "No! Please don't go back. Something about that seemed wrong, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;My mother was intent on going back. She felt that if someone was hurt or in danger that we should go back and see if we could help. We fought and argued about it the whole way. I was terrified that my family was about to get us killed for some reason. My instinct was that whatever we'd seen was NOT human, or normal in any way.&lt;br /&gt;We turned around on one of the grass medians and went back. Once back on our side of the interstate again, we retraced our route and passed the same spot where we'd seen this girl. No one was there. There was no sign of anything. I felt chills go down my spine. My mom and sister both agreed that we had NOT imagined it. Mom still thought it had been a real person who might have been injured. She called the police and they scoured the entire stretch of 840 interstate and never found anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I had trouble sleeping that night, and I've never seen that image again. I personally feel that it was something paranormal.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the waiting phantom of high wycombe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;My first real paranormal encounter took place about four years ago, in 2006. Up until then, I was pretty skeptical about the paranormal, no matter how much I wanted to believe in it. But the chilling encounter I had completely changed my entire perspective about the paranormal. I am convinced that I saw a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;This experience took place in High Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, at about 10 p.m. on a Saturday night. I was at a party in a venue near the town centre, and it turned out to be a pretty average and boring event. To cut to the chase, when I went outside for a cigarette, I saw something shocking--something I was not expecting to see at all.&lt;br /&gt;Outside the building, there was a small park area -- not really much more than a square patch of grass with a few trees -- with a path and a bench cutting through it. After a few people had passed by and the place was empty, under the streetlight, I saw the vision of a man appear standing by the bench and bin.&lt;br /&gt;I began to feel cold and frightened. The mysterious figure appeared from what seemed to be thin air and looked grey and opaque instead of solid like a human. This man also looked to be dressed in alarmingly old-fashioned clothes: a bowler hat, and drab grey suit with a waistcoat (1940s/50s attire?) and he was smoking a pipe!&lt;br /&gt;I could also see now that this man had a small terrier in tow. He looked around sixty and had a large, bulging gut. He seemed to be quite a solitary, sad man despite the presence of his companion dog; by the way he stood and waited expectantly, I figured he was probably waiting for someone to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I did was try to walk across the grass toward him. I didn't feel particularly threatened but nonetheless apprehensive and slightly scared. I reached a certain point and the figure would vanish as quickly as it had appeared. I ran back inside, with a mortified look on my face. I told everyone that I had just seen a ghost. Nobody seemed to believe me so I rushed everyone outside so they could see it too. But to no avail, as the ghost did not reappear.&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time I went outside, that is, to make sure I had not fooled myself. Sure enough, he was there again with his dog. He was standing in exactly the same place waiting for somebody to arrive. This time the phantom did not even notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;red eye and comma-shaped orbs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore, Maryland. March, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I've had various experience with ghosts and other entities during my lifetime of 50+ years. I have inherited this "gift/curse" (depending how you look at things) from my mom's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most unusual event occurred one night in March 2007. I awoke to see what I can only describe as a set of red-like eyes, rather dismembered, moving across the top of my bed above my head. It then disappeared suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw a black comma-shaped orb racing across the ceiling followed by a white comma-shaped orb. The white orb seemed to be chasing the black one and they both exited the room at the corner that went to the outside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty unnerved by what I saw and just remembered feeling like my home was being protected by the white orb who made the black one leave. I don't know what the red eyes could be, but I sensed they were watching me.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I went upstairs and stopped in the kitchen to speak with my elderly mother. She immediately related to me what happened to her that last night. She saw this "little red eyed thing" about 1 foot tall, sitting on her bed. It then started walking up onto her body and she tried to get rid of it but it wouldn't go until she called out for my deceased father's help.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing she saw was a white light racing after the "little red-eyed creature" until it few out of her room. I immediately knew then to where it had flown. The only comfort we have regarding the red-eyed (I'm going to say, "evil") being is that I feel like it knows not to mess with my dad's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;more kilowatt men&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to submit a corrosponding story to "The Kilowatt Man." This isn't my story but my daughter's. Although I didn't see what she saw, I can vouch for the authenticity of what happened that night. This happened while we were living in England. We were stationed ay RAF Croughton from 1995 to 2002 while I was serving in the US Air Force (I retired in 2005.)&lt;br /&gt;In 1995, our children were 8, 4, and 2 years old. The story happened to my 4 year old daughter. Around 2am, a peaceful night's sleep was shattered by the sounds of slamming doors and our 4-year-old's terrified screams. Startled, my husband and I scrambled from our bed and ran into the hallway to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Our 8-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son were coming out of their rooms looking dazed and confused. Our 4 year old daughter was nowhere to be found. We went to her room and her door was closed. This was very unusual because at that time all of the children slept with their doors open. Quickly, we opened her door and saw that she wasn't in her room.&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest daughter said her door had slammed shut and that's what woke her up (along with the 4-year-old's screaming.) We searched our oldest daughter's room and found our 4-year-old curled into a fetal position under our older daughter's desk. After much talking and calming her down, we found out what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;She said she had awakened because she needed to use the bathroom. When she walked into the hallway, she saw two human figures coming up the stairs. One was red and one was green. When I asked if they were glowing; she said no, that they were like electricity. In fact, from that time on she called them the "Electric People."&lt;br /&gt;She said she watched them come up the stairs and as they reached the hallway, her bedroom door slammed shut behind her. She started screaming and ran for our oldest daughter's room (which was furthest from the stairs.) She said when she got to the doorway, that door slammed shut right in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;She said she grabbed the door handle, and "...turned it REAL hard." The door opened, and she ran into her sister's room slamming the door shut behind her. In her panicked state, she dived under the desk screaming. She said she thought she should be quiet, so they couldn't locate her.&lt;br /&gt;We've talked about this over the years and her story hasn't changed. She always describes them as, "glowing and sparking like electricity." She says they walked in jerking movements and their arms jerked up and down, but stayed up like they were going to grab her.&lt;br /&gt;Now my daughter is 19 years old and she's still so terrified of what she saw that she wouldn't write this story down. That house in England had many unusual happenings and in fact, upon reflection, we can definitely say it was haunted. However, this was the only time anyone saw anything at all like this. For months afterwards my daughter wouldn't sleep in her room and to this day she still won't sleep without a night light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;weird creature at the fence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened only a few weeks ago in a town about an hour from mine. I was visiting a friend of mine. Now, my friend lives in the not-so-nice part of the city where there's a lot of crime. The reason I explain all this is because it makes this particular incident all the more strange.&lt;br /&gt;It was around 4 p.m. and still light out when my friend decided to let the dog out. I went outside with them and waited as my friend's dog, a German shepherd named Annakin, did his business. My friend and I were standing on the back deck, and Annakin was down in the tiny backyard in the grass. Each house had a very small backyard and was closed off by high wooden fences. There was a narrow alley between each fence at the very backs of the yards that bordered the backs of the houses across from us.&lt;br /&gt;As we waited there, we heard loud panting coming from the little alleyway. It was easy to discern that the panting was coming from a rather large creature. Annakin lifted his head and perked his ears in alarm. The creature suddenly raced through the alley way, making the entire fence-line shake, and we could hear the loud, heavy panting the whole way down the road.&lt;br /&gt;We caught a quick glimpse of it as it passed a break in the fence. All we saw, though, was an enormous, gray, furry blur. And Annakin had leapt up onto the deck in what seemed like fright and cowered behind our legs. My friend and I both said, "What the hell was that?!"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my first instinct was it was a dog, but what kind of big dog would make all the fences on the block shake like an earthquake hit? And that panting noise was so loud and odd-sounding... almost as if a human was pretending to be a dog and pant. Why would such a large creature be in the middle of the ghetto? And why was Annakin, a fearless German shepherd, seemingly terrified of it? Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;haunted guest room&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;My house has always been a little weird. I live in Buffalo, New York with my parents. I had moved out when I turned 20, but since the recession had to move back in recently. They had used my room as storage when I left, and everything seems strange now. They took down my posters, collages and pictures. They put silk flowers everywhere and painted the room light blue. It's like sleeping in a guest room.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the only thing that's uncomfortable. There just seems to be a dark presence in that part of the house. Also, the other day as I was investigating the bookshelf in my room, I found my old spell book from when I was dabbling in Wicca back in my early teens. I thought for sure my parents (being highly religious) would've gotten rid of that the moment I left to be on my own. It's bizarre that it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;Now like I said before, the house has always been sort of weird. It has its fair share of oddities: like the door that leads into the garage never stays shut. It'll creak open by itself when you're sitting on the couch near it watching TV and scare the living crap out of you! Even if you lock it, it'll find its way to swing open on its own.&lt;br /&gt;The walls creak from time to time... no not the floor, the &lt;em&gt;walls&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know what's in them that makes them do this, but it's pretty creepy when you're trying to sleep at night and the wall near your head will suddenly make a tapping sound.&lt;br /&gt;Weird things have happened over the years. I don't know if I can chock it up to my house being actually "haunted" or not. Perhaps you can decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Once when I was younger, I was woken out of a sound sleep and lay there, confused as to what had woken me up. Then out of nowhere, I started getting an eerie feeling... as if something else was in the room with me. The feeling escalated into sheer terror. I lay there, frozen with fear, scarcely breathing when a deep, dark voice erupted from the closet, "Yes I am here."&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew it was going to say that and I shrieked loudly on impulse. My dad rushed in, did the normal routine: checked the closet (empty of course) and telling me it was just a dream. It wasn't, though.&lt;br /&gt;Onward to present day. These next two incidences happened just yesterday: It's important for me to note that the guest room door and my bedroom door are side by side, yet the guest room door is at an angle, so when I was walk out of my room, I can see directly into the guest room. My mom always keeps the guest room door closed, so I was surprised to see the guest room door wide open. I was even more surprised by the fact that it looked like someone completely ransacked the room! The bed covers were ripped off the bed and in a heap on the floor. The curtains and curtain rods were thrown haphazardly across the bed. The night-stand was tipped over, the lamp on its side, the lampshade lay upside-down next to it.&lt;br /&gt;Appalled, I ran downstairs and asked my parents what happened to the room. My mom's face drained of color and said that she hadn't been in the room. My dad denied being in there, too. I went upstairs to show them and as I stepped onto the top landing, the guest room door was SHUT! I hadn't closed it when I left and I remarked about it, but that wasn't the biggest shocker. As we enetered the room, it was completely back in order! The bedsheets were neatly tucked into the bed. The curtains were set properly on the windows. The night stand was where it should be with the lamp and lampshade sitting on top. It looked as it always should look.&lt;br /&gt;My parents were slightly miffed. My mom glared at me and said, "That was NOT FUNNY!" My dad grinned slightly, patted me on the back and said, "Nice try, sweetheart, but aren't you a little old to be making up these jokes?" I tried to protest and was honestly near tears, but they weren't having it. I'm still pretty confused and am starting to question my sanity in that aspect. Although the second incident confirms that perhaps I'm not so crazy after all.&lt;br /&gt;Later that same night, I had stayed up to watch a scary movie. My parents had long been in bed by the time I shut the TV off and came upstairs myself. I went to the bathroom and did my nightly routine in there. Then as I was walking out into the hallway to go to my room, I saw a swift movement out of the corner of my eye, and the next thing I know, something slammed me hard in the back and I went crashing into the guest room door (which was closed.) Angrily, I spun around to confront my attacker and NOBODY WAS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;The commotion had awoken my parents and I told them what happened and this time. Real tears began sliding down my face. I honestly think they believed me this time and we spent a few hours afterward, reading the Bible and praying hard. I felt like a small child as I asked if I could sleep in their room for the night, but they didn't turn me down, thank God, because I think I would've slept outside if I needed to -- anywhere to be away from that section of the house!&lt;br /&gt;All day today, my mom and I have been in my room reading the Bible. We are on a "break" right now, but I am going to continue with it tonight. If any further incidences happen, I will&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelic advice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just ended my very abusive second marriage, sold my house, and -- with my pride in my pocket and tail between my legs -- moved me and my three children back home with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I had gone back to school and there was no way I could afford it, single parenting and my own household. My mother's house, the house I grew up in, was either haunted or on some sort of portal, vortex or highly energized area. I had a lifetime of bizarre occurences; it was the kind of house where I always felt I was being watched, but this experience was different.&lt;br /&gt;One night, as I lay in bed, relaxing before sleep, I clearly heard a voice. I'm really sensitive, and can "see/hear" with my mind; not this -- this was out loud, as clear as another person talking.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "LISTEN...I can't show myself to you, because I don't want to scare you, but you need to pay attention to what I have to say. Life is going to start to get really hard for you and you have to stay focused on your goals, and on what you want...." Wow. She was right.&lt;br /&gt;My mother became ill with an autoimmune disease, which left her bedridden. I had three small children to care for, now her as well 'round the clock, a job, and my school load. Also, some of my siblings were unkind and resented me moving back home, and my ex was a total jerk.&lt;br /&gt;When I felt like quitting, just giving up, I just remembered what that voice told me and kept my goals in focus. In fact, that episode of my life was probably the hardest time of my life. Thank you, whoever you were...because I would have quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;hellhole creature&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when I tell you this story, as it frightens me so dearly. In 2004, when I was 23 years old, my Auntie Maud and Uncle Michael asked me if I could mind their house and children, Viki and Ebony, while they went to a party ten miles from here. They would probably be away for the whole night but I agreed. The house is divided into two separate parts. One section for themselves and the children and the other for their maid. They told me that they have given the maid the last three days off.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched them drive off, I went inside to check on the children, who were fast asleep in their bunk beds. The two sections of the house are divided off by a small forest. I looked over at the maid's house and saw the weirdest sight ever.&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the house, all of the lights suddenly came on and flickered repeatedly; as I stared in awe, a dark figure (spikes on its large back and about eight feet tall) passed the window. I was scared out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;My auntie and uncle said that I was the only one around here for miles. The creature stopped and slowly turned toward me. The two houses are only around 30 meters away from each other... enough to see the horrible face which showed red glowing eyes and a mouth -- opened up to an endless black hole.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and felt its anger in the air. It then jumped through the window and disappeared into the small forest. I was terrified. I quickly called my family and had them pick me and the kids up. I called the police and had them search the entire forest and house.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the discovery the next day. I hadn't gotten much sleep, but I heard the phone ring and picked it up straightaway. It was the police; they said they discovered a hole that went so deep into the ground -- too deep to see into -- and guess what? 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