ghost of a monk?

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  1. medieval queen

    medieval queen New Member

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    when i was about 3/4yrs old i had the ghost of an old man sit at the bottom of my bed at night, he would read me a book, and my mother used to tuck me up and return to check on me and the quilt would be neatly folded back, the old man told me he died in the war alongside his 7yr old grandson, because there wasnt enough hospital beds, now i was a young girl coming out with all this shocked people, then one night i was playing in the living room and my mother was watching tv, when suddenly i froze and watched what looked like a black hooded figure of a monk come from behind the sofa onto the kitchen, he had a sack on his back and hoverd, he had no face, my mother ran to me and said i sqoze her hand so tight, and then wet myself, later that night i hardly slept, but when i did, my mother heard furniture moving around my bedroom, and everytime she enterd nothing had moved, then after about the 4th time she shouted at the top of the stairs, "stay away from my children, if you want to hurt someone, hurt me!!!!", she got into bed and 10 minits or so, a black hooded figure lent out over her head from the wall, he was clawing at her and trying to punch he,r his face was all contorted, then it went, the next morning i told my mother the old man told me he is a bad man, he stole from people, stay away from him, after that alot of scary things happend and we decided to move, but the old man told me he knew we were moving and he cannot come.....OMG
     
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    forgot to mention we lived across from this church, View attachment 747

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    Mama2HRB Senior member Staff Member

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    I am glad you moved out of that house. Sounds like he is stuck there. Hopefully he didn't hurt anyone else.


    Kudos to your Mom. She is fiercely protective of her children. wine**
     
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    haha dont get me started hun, she is an evil alcoholic, dont get me wrong she started of good, but later on in my childhood she changed and became my nightmare wine**
     
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    Alcoholism does that. They stop caring about anything else but the next drink. They do a lot of damage to anyone around them.
     
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    she did that indeed :rolleyes:
     
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    Mutter


    Take a bottle and drink it neat, till you can no longer stand on your feet,


    Light a cigarrete and watch it smoulder, feel the devil upon your shoulder,


    Have you ever had the time to stop and think,


    that this **** should be pored down the sink?,


    No you never stopped, you never cared,


    And i grew up with memorys i never shared,


    I hope your pillow is alight with tears,


    And your head burns with memorys,


    The bed were you lay becomes a smouldering pit, And there who lay but a self absorbed piece of ****,


    Your heart is rotten and you seem to have forgotten,


    that children are a blessing and should be loved threwout there lives,


    Not wishing they were dead and slashing themselves with knives,


    I hope my face haunts you as a child and as of now,


    And that you was never a mother but selfish arragant cow,


    With no love in your heart, nor an apologue on your tongue,


    maybe my mothers soul was dead all along........
     

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