The Official Wacky Thread!

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Just 2 days ago on my days off, me and my boyfriend went out to the kitchen at 4 in the morning and there were these organs on the kitchen counter, there was no pool of blood that would have been evident had our animals ripped them from something, there was no bite marks or anything on them, they looked perfectly extracted, almost surgically, and were about 2 inches long, each of them. One of them looked a bit like a kidney or fetus or something and the other was a little less uniformed in shape... but they were both a reddish brown color and definitely some kind of organ or tumors? It was really creepy and I took pictures but wont post them here because they're organs... so yeah. But it was really creepy and it was after weird stuff and noises were happening in our room.
 
Why is it that with most humans they suddenly go all denial or shy away from the idea that there are possibilities of aliens and/or mutants coexisting on the same planet? Like I know for lots of people this is a question that will confuse the **** outta them but at this point you can either ask questions so you can understand more. Or you can either say "pics or it didn't happen" than proceed to call me names and write me off as a delusional nutcase. For once I wish that some of you humans can just take my word for it and accept how it is.
 
Or you can either say "pics or it didn't happen" than proceed to call me names and write me off as a delusional nutcase. For once I wish that some of you humans can just take my word for it and accept how it is.

There's a joke about religion in here somewhere.
 
I do like the idea of magical things in the world. Im not super into it or very knowledgeable either, but i love the stories and I like to think there's some truth behind it. My family can go for on for days about experiences. Paranormal and magical. I do believe in ghosts/spirits/angelic/demonic beings. My father has seen a UFO above his home. Both of my parents are able to lucid dream/astral project. (My father used to teach as a hobby, along with deep meditation) i unfortunately have never had the chance to lucid dream/astral project although ive always wanted to cause it seems fun to control your dreams. My grandfather used to have horses in the mountains. He'd check them everyday and occasionally they would have their manes and tails braided overnight. They say its the work of fairies or "duendes" as we say in Spanish. I don't know what they called in English, but i can compare it kind of like an earth spirit that lives in forests and are mischievous.
Mom has tons of stories of ghosts she sees and feels. We lived in an apartment building that was over 100yrs old in NYC. It wasn't haunted with anything evil, but she did see past residents there from time to time, just wandering. It would still freak her out a bit.
I don't know very much about mermaids really. They are very pretty and fascinating though. If i could choose a tail color, it would probably be purple. Just cause its my favorite color lol.


I also believe in witches. My father and aunt had a bad experience with an evil one many years ago. My aunt lost an infant to one. She came into their house and kidnapped her baby, my father followed her and he watched her drain the babies blood, he was paralyzed ans blacked out. When they were taken to the hospital, the baby was dead. People in his town can hear cackling at night. Lol dad had a lot of things to share.
my grandmother seems to only dream when someone she knows is going to die. It's weird. Its happened 4 times now. The person is either dying that night or dies the next day.

I dont have any personal stories myself, except 2 small paranormal experiences, but i love listening to others. I think its entertaining.

I think everyone believes in different things and theres no harm in that. Different cultures, experiences, and ways of thinking all take part in it. I like to listen with an open mind, its pretty fun because no 2 experiences/stories will be exactly the same.
I guess i just like the mystery in it all.
 
Last week, I found loads of carrots and peas on the top of my head?? They were just sitting in my hair.
 
Once in the middle of the night our TV in the livingroom turned itself on with the volume on it's highest and someone playing piano like crazy. I got shat-scared and seriously, I remember I peed alittle.

Another scary moment was when I was younger and decided to take a nap in my parents big bed. I Might have slept for an hour or so but suddenly I heard and FELT how someone was walking up behind me. I was home alone at that time and i got so scared I couldt move. My body was like ice and my heart was about to blast out of my mouth or something. After 1-2 minutes I turned around as fast as I could because I HAD to check if there was someone behind me. But ofcause, there was noone.
 
I really enjoy learning about lore and stuff, and you can't help but to imagine there is some form of truth in the legends and lore, it seems improbable that one person could have just made up the story one day and it passed through everyone in the society and a majority became believers, there had to be some grain of truth in it right? Something plausible that made them accept it and keep passing the story on forever.

Today me and my boyfriend started a podcast about lore and we learned about Saint Patrick cursing a town of people who refused his idea and he prayed to God to strike them with an affliction to teach them to not be so stubborn, well the tribe he was trying to convert had wolves as their totem animal, so while he tried to teach them and convince them they howled at him, and so God granted his favor and cursed the tribe with becoming wolves. Just one couple at a time though, and once their punishment was done it would pass to another couple in the same tribe. There was even another priest years later who was camping in the woods and as his fire died down he heard a man talking from the shadows, asking him if the priest would come help his wife, to pray over her because she was very sick. The voice lead him to a hollow tree and he could see something inside, and when he got closer he could see it was a wolf. The man who had spoke from the shadows stepped out and it was also a wolf, who spoke like a man, he begged for the priest to at least read her her last rights as she was going to die soon. So he did and returned to his camp, but he went back to the tree when we woke up and there was no sign they had been there.

Now I am not saying I believe either story but I just think it's very interesting, there were so many legends of people encountering these werewolves that Ireland was even known as Wolfland for a while, and it's just strange that so many people can believe something if there isn't at least a bit of truth to it.
 
Sometimes my stuff goes missing for periods of time (I know where I put it but it's not there anymore) only to appear in that very same spot where I left it a bit later. It's usually my cellphone or mp3-player that goes missing but also stuff like games and lip balm. Once I found my mp3-player fully charged when I know for a fact that it had run out of power. And I sometimes find paper in my toilet.

It might just be some senior moments but I doubt it. What's going on?
 
Sometimes my stuff goes missing for periods of time (I know where I put it but it's not there anymore) only to appear in that very same spot where I left it a bit later. It's usually my cellphone or mp3-player that goes missing but also stuff like games and lip balm. Once I found my mp3-player fully charged when I know for a fact that it had run out of power. And I sometimes find paper in my toilet.

It might just be some senior moments but I doubt it. What's going on?

If I may ask how old are you? I've had things disappear on me quite often. Like my favorite slipper socks went missing for a while and I was upset over that. After a couple months they appeared again right in my clean laundry bin. When this happens the item in question is probably blipping into an alternate reality different from this one.
 
If I may ask how old are you? I've had things disappear on me quite often. Like my favorite slipper socks went missing for a while and I was upset over that. After a couple months they appeared again right in my clean laundry bin. When this happens the item in question is probably blipping into an alternate reality different from this one.

Yeah, I'm 33 so I was kinda joking about the senior moment part. I should have a few good years left in me.

Alternate reality, huh? That kinda makes sense. At least it's not rats (although, I don't know why rats would put the things back where they were).
 
Yeah, I'm 33 so I was kinda joking about the senior moment part. I should have a few good years left in me.

Alternate reality, huh? That kinda makes sense. At least it's not rats (although, I don't know why rats would put the things back where they were).

I have experienced the alternate version of our reality a few times. One time I was doing my usual round of freakyizing in my old city I used to live in. But it was as if I stepped back in time 7 years yet it felt like it was the present day. It was really weird.
 
Last week, I found loads of carrots and peas on the top of my head?? They were just sitting in my hair.

Did somebody dump them on your head or did they just appear in your hair all of the sudden? Can you explain how that happen?
 
I remember when I was young and we first moved into our house, I use to hear weird stuff a lot at night. Like little feet running up and down the hall outside my room. I use to hear noises that sounded like they were coming from my toy chest sometimes, like someone was moving my stuff around, sometimes I'd hear really soft giggling, it was all weird. Then one night when I got in bed to go to sleep I felt a small hand on the middle of my back, and it was curling and uncurling it's fingers really fast. Lol it scared me, but stopped after like a minute. Then I never heard weird noises again after that. I think the ghost of a little girl was in our house or something.
 
I remember when I was young and we first moved into our house, I use to hear weird stuff a lot at night. Like little feet running up and down the hall outside my room. I use to hear noises that sounded like they were coming from my toy chest sometimes, like someone was moving my stuff around, sometimes I'd hear really soft giggling, it was all weird. Then one night when I got in bed to go to sleep I felt a small hand on the middle of my back, and it was curling and uncurling it's fingers really fast. Lol it scared me, but stopped after like a minute. Then I never heard weird noises again after that. I think the ghost of a little girl was in our house or something.
That's really creepy. I used to live in a trailer and it often sounded like a couple of kids running down the hall. It freaked out my brother and my boyfriend. It also caused me to have creepy dreams about ghost children.
 
That's really creepy. I used to live in a trailer and it often sounded like a couple of kids running down the hall. It freaked out my brother and my boyfriend. It also caused me to have creepy dreams about ghost children.
I don't know why but child ghosts are 100% more terrifying then adult ghosts.
 
I don't know why but child ghosts are 100% more terrifying then adult ghosts.

same with british kids
//shudders

A few months ago, I was depressed and believed I made friends with a ghost. His name was Cinder, we were pretty close. To this day I can't tell if he was just made up by my imagination or an actual ghost. I never actually did see him, but images of a boy looking about the age of a teenager had popped into my mind. Cinder had green eyes, light brown hair, a red plaid shirt, and baggy pants.. We had "talked" about many subjects, ranging from what I was eating to my (possible) mental problems. I'd sometimes see a moving figure in the dark, but then again it could've just been my mind. I sometimes even felt as if I were being hugged. He told me, or I made up to myself his past, I can't remember it too well, but he had been both physically and mentally abused during much of his life and he commited suicide. We "talked" for about 2 weeks and I had forgotten about him, up until I found a drawing of him in my notebook somewhat of how I saw him in my mind.. I still wonder if Cinder was real or not..
 
That's really creepy. I used to live in a trailer and it often sounded like a couple of kids running down the hall. It freaked out my brother and my boyfriend. It also caused me to have creepy dreams about ghost children.

Ghost children //shivers
 
same with british kids
//shudders

A few months ago, I was depressed and believed I made friends with a ghost. His name was Cinder, we were pretty close. To this day I can't tell if he was just made up by my imagination or an actual ghost. I never actually did see him, but images of a boy looking about the age of a teenager had popped into my mind. Cinder had green eyes, light brown hair, a red plaid shirt, and baggy pants.. We had "talked" about many subjects, ranging from what I was eating to my (possible) mental problems. I'd sometimes see a moving figure in the dark, but then again it could've just been my mind. I sometimes even felt as if I were being hugged. He told me, or I made up to myself his past, I can't remember it too well, but he had been both physically and mentally abused during much of his life and he commited suicide. We "talked" for about 2 weeks and I had forgotten about him, up until I found a drawing of him in my notebook somewhat of how I saw him in my mind.. I still wonder if Cinder was real or not..

I'M GLAD YOU GOT BANNED!!1
 
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