I'm already posessed by an ancient egyptian pharaoh, genius.Don't make me possess you.
I'm already posessed by an ancient egyptian pharaoh, genius.Don't make me possess you.
It's Feng shui.
Also, some say if you have a mirror in front of your bed is bad, just like the door thing.
I'm already posessed by an ancient egyptian pharaoh, genius.
My bed is in line with the door which is across the hall from my bathroom. If I leave both doors open, I can see my bathroom mirror. How fucked am I?
But they're so cute!
My bed is in line with the door which is across the hall from my bathroom. If I leave both doors open, I can see my bathroom mirror. How fucked am I?
But then you're warding off ghosts AND girls
I always heard the rumor that you're not supposed to put your feet toward the door because that's the way they'll carry you out when you're dead: feet first.
I believe that's an Asian thing.
"Hey girl...this mushroom pillow isn't the only thing that can make shit get bigger round here." or start a pillow fight with the other mushroom and say "Let me get 1UP in ya. No extra life though." *pull out rubbers.
Self-denying ghost believers, ugh. You're scared of the dark because of social influences like movies. If no one had ever told you about being scared of the dark, you wouldn't be. Just admit it.
itt: one kind of amusing post poking fun at a widely-known superstitious story, possibly implying a play on the phrase "Holy Ghost", three people bitching about it.
Well duh the point is that the other real ghost will see that the room is already spoken for.
Lined up with the door how?? No one seemed to ask that.
Like foot of the bed faces the door?
Because most rooms being square, your bed being a rectangle.... it will ALWAYS "line up" with the fucking door.... AGGHGHHGG
Don't forget to paint sheep's blood around the door frame to ward off the holy spirit.
But then you're warding off ghosts AND girls
but why is getting carried out feet first a bad thing?
My bed is in line with the door which is across the hall from my bathroom. If I leave both doors open, I can see my bathroom mirror. How fucked am I?
I'm talking about when you're dead and the EMTs are taking your body out of the house. They carry you feet first.
I still don't see why that matters.
Was that really in Pan's Labyrinth? I must have missed that part.Make sure to fill a bowl with semen then plant a potato in it and hide the whole project under your bed. I saw this in Pan's Labyrinth once and it seemed to bring a woman good health.
It's 2:00 AM in the morning. You suddenly hear a bit of a cracking noise and wake up because of it. Your state of mind is fuzzy, because you're trying to get back to sleep. Your eyes are half open and while squinting you notice your door is open and see your dark hallway. It's a bit too dark to see. You're very sleepy, so you don't think much about why your door is wide open as you normally close it or leave it slightly open.
You fall back asleep.
Some moments later, another cracking noise wakes you up again. You can't remember how much time has passed since the last time you woke up. You take a quick look at your clock and notice it's 2:03 AM. It takes you some time to process that in your sleepy state. "Ah, I just woke up a few minutes ago as well." You notice your door is still open and the hallway is still pitch dark. You stare at the hallway while trying to fall asleep. Your eyes won't close, it doesn't seem like you're getting any sleepier, even though you feel sleepy. Suddenly you notice it's not actually pitch black, but a shimmer of a shadow is there. While you stare longer at it, you notice it's a figure. Then you noticed the eyes. Someone is looking at you, staring at you in your eyes.
"I must be in some weird dream state", you think and you try to wake up a bit more to understand reality. But the shadow of a figure doesn't go away. In fact, while trying to clear your mind, the figure became more pronounced. Someone is there. This figure never moved an inch.
You feel a bit confused and try to rationalize it as a dream. You close your eyes for a few seconds and open them again. The figure, got closer. It's like it moved a foot more into your room. But it's still as dark as it was before and no more details can be seen from the figure. You stare at it once again, but no more details are showing up. It still a vague looking dark figure.
You remember that a ghost can't move if you look at it. Could this be perhaps a ghost? "There's no way", you think. You look at the clock again: it's still 2:03 AM. You turn back to the door and the dark figure has approached you even more. This time it went in much further than the last time you closed your eyes. You start to get a little bit frightened, but still thinking it's a dream. "This can't be real", you think.
You keep staring at this figure. It feels like several minutes have passed. Since your eyes are half open, you don't really blink much. But your eyes are getting a bit teary from never shutting them, so you take a few good blinks. But you notice the figure gets an inch closer with every blink. That shocked you and you suddenly open your eyes wide open. It's still as dark as ever. The figure is still as shimmery as ever. But the eyes of the figure are clear. It's staring at you.
The remaining night you keep staring at it. There's no sound, no movement. Just a figure. You just hope the night is going to be over soon.
Many hours have passed, you feel daylight should come soon. The figure hasn't moved since, since you never stopped staring. "Daylight, daylight" is your on your mind. Just a little bit more, as every minute passes by. It's soon over. You decide to take a quick glimpse at your clock.
2:03 AM
"No!" you screamed! You take a quick look at the door and notice the figure is gone. Nothing. You feel scared, but relieved, but also confused. "What was that!?" you said in a slightly shocked voice. You take a look at the clock again. You can't see it. Something is blocking your view. You look at a bit up and then notice it. This shadow is standing next your bed, staring you down.
You scream out loud, throw the blanket, try to punch, shake your head! But you suddenly feel nothing. You don't feel your bed. You don't see anything, everything is pitch black. It feels like you're floating in space while being completely numb. You don't hear anything. You can't even hear your own voice anymore.
Then you suddenly hear in your own voice, as if someone is playing a video recording of yourself say:
"Thanks for the invitation."
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Yep, keep staring that ghost.
I think you meant these:
They're talking about feet facing the door, as in someone dragging you out by your feet through the door would be the position you don't want your bed to be in.
Why wouldn't a ghost just fly in through the window and take you out the same way? It seems like that would be easier.
I really wish I could believe in ghosts, even when you apply the science shit like dimensions that we can't comprehend it still sounds ridiculous.
Welp, I may as well repost this from the AvT thread:I read about a mental disorder that makes you think you are seeing someone who can't be real. The people I read about knew they had the disorder so didn't think it was a ghost, but it was like seeing a person from another time moving around right in front of you.
Because...ghosts...have...rules...too?
When I was young, I stayed at my Auntie's house and slept in one of their rooms. I saw eyes floating towards me.
Don't forget to paint sheep's blood around the door frame to ward off the holy spirit.
When I was young, I stayed at my Auntie's house and slept in one of their rooms. I saw eyes floating towards me.
What color was it?Welp, I may as well repost this from the AvT thread:
A long time ago when I was a teenager, I lived with my family in a house that was really old. It was old enough that there were old ports in the ceiling from when there was gas lighting. One summer day, late in the morning, about 11am or so, with the sunlight beaming into the windows, I entered the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal and saw something unexpected.
It was an old man, dressed up in a suit and cap like from 1900-1920 or so, on the other side of the table holding the box of Cheerios, looking at the back of it. The moment I realized some stranger was in the house, he also realized I was there, looking up at me while setting down the box of Cheerios and vanished. I was completely dumbfounded, yet thought I was crazy or at least that if I told anyone they'd think I was crazy, so I didn't tell anyone.
Some time later, I was watching TV with my siblings and there was one of those ghost shows on history channel or scifi channel or whatever. We all talk while watching TV, so the topic of the show brought up this experience and it turned out that we had all at different times seen this same figure and said nothing to each other about it.
Now, I don't claim to know what my siblings and I saw, or whether it was even related despite the description being the same for each of us. Yet things like that aren't easily explained. I've never heard of temporary communal schizophrenia where everyone sees the same delusion and then never has any further experiences for the rest of their lives.
I do not believe in ghosts because of this experience, but I would not blame someone for believing if they had a similar experience.
That's even worse than me. Well, i want to know just how bad feng shui can get now. What's the worst possible way you can arrange your furniture? Without actually blocking off doorways with beds etc.
I'm going to move some furniture around today, but i have a feeling it's going to be a much less efficient use of the space.
Now, I don't claim to know what my siblings and I saw, or whether it was even related despite the description being the same for each of us. Yet things like that aren't easily explained. I've never heard of temporary communal schizophrenia where everyone sees the same delusion and then never has any further experiences for the rest of their lives.
Ghosts are for not that smart single aunts.
Nothing apparitional about it until it disappeared. Looked like a real person.What color was it?
OP doesn't want women in his bed?
Nothing apparitional about it until it disappeared. Looked like a real person.
One thing with assuming some incorporeal being is the logistics of navigation. The planet is rotating quickly, orbiting the sun even faster, which is spiraling around the galaxy much faster, which itself is flying through space at a nearly unfathomable speed. If ghosts are real, and aren't somehow literally bound to earthly things in some sense of physics, then they have really damn good navigational intuition.