Showing posts with label ghost stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghost stories. Show all posts

February 27, 2014

demonic possession stories real

The first thing that you should know is that this article is 100% serious, and very, very real. This is not a GAG article, or a joke post. I am not going for

January 07, 2014

Wrong thoughts \ Неправильные мысли \ gânduri greșite \ Falsche Gedanken

in this story you will hear wrong thoughts ,like seeing angels or dead people, or knowing the future.
Wrong thoughts
                         Wrong thoughts

January 05, 2014

Marley's Ghost \ Le fantôme de Marley \ Призрак Марли \ Fantoma lui Marley \ Ghost של מארלי

Marley's Ghost
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Mind! I don't mean to say

a Ghost Attack \ un atac de Duhul \ Атака Призрак \ une attaque de fantôme

It (the ghost attack) began when we moved into our home six years ago. The lid of our daughter’s bottle steriliser would flip off whenever we left the kitchen. Then,

Strong Evidence about ghosts exist \ Hayaletler konusunda güçlü kanıtlar var \ Dovezi puternice despre fantome exista

There is Strong Evidence to Consider.
The evidence for ghosts is indeed overwhelming. When one takes a step back and decides to look throughout history for accounts of ghosts, it is easy to see

The Premature Burial \ Înmormântare prematură \ Erken Defin \ The Преждевременно погребение

There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are
too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. These the mere
romanticist must eschew, if he do not wish to offend or to disgust. They are
with propriety handled only when

The Black Cat \ Черный кот \ החתול השחור

For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.
Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad
am I not --and very surely do I not dream. But