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Submitted 6/9/99
anonymously
Cards With
the Devil
My great-uncle
lived in England and enjoyed walking into town to go to the local
pub with his drinking buddies. There was a field he would cut
through everytime he was going or coming, that offered him an
excellent shortcut. One night after drinking with his mates, and
becoming very inebriated, he was walking home and took his usual
shortcut through the field. As he was walking, he saw a light up
ahead. As he got closer, he saw the light was coming from an old
fashioned lantern, sitting on a tree stump. Sitting at the tree
stump was a man with a deck of cards. As he approached, the man
looked up and calling my great-uncle by name asked him to come
and play a few hands. He sat down and they played several hands.
At one point, my great-uncle dropped a card and bending over to
pick it up, noticed the stranger had cloven hooves for feet.
Realizing that he was playing cards with the Devil, my great-uncle
excused himself and hurried home. The next day, my great-uncle
went out into the field. He found the stump from the night before
and on the stump he found the card that he had dropped during the
game.
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Submitted 3/18/99
by Treenah Lou
Dreams
Everyone has
hundreds of dreams a night, but some of them are so short that
you can't remember them. Ever since I was little, I would have
these dreams...and I knew I was dreaming, I just couldn't
remember what they were about. But then, weeks, possibly even
months later I would be in a situation, or something would happen
that would trigger my memories. But then in 5th grade the
weirdest thing happend. There were these twins, and they went to
a different grade school than I did, but my class was pen-pals
with theirs. My best friend and I were pen-pals with the twins.
One night, I had a dream that Holly, my friend's pen-pal was
brutially raped and stabbed to death. It was a little strange,
but I thought nothing about it at the time until I woke up one
moring to here the news that Holly Staker had been babysitting
and she had been raped and stabbed to death. I was so freaked out
that I never told any one about the dream. To this day, I still
have dreams about things, but none have been as serious as the
afore mentioned.
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Submitted 2/18/99
by Lari530
The GoatMan
The day after
Halloween (All Saint's Day) a couple of years ago, a bunch of
friends and I decided, "Hey, let's go to the cemetary."
We didn't think it was going to turn out the way the rest of the
night went. I guess I should first explain that many of my
friends all have some sort of "psychic" abilities---sight,
hearing, sense, whatever. We just thought that these would all
add to the fun of the night while at the cemetary...instead it
added to it all. My friend Bea and I began seeing things, hearing
things, FEELING things..it was all extremely intense, and soon
became almost paralyzingly scary. One of our sights was a memory
flashback of some sort...a husband and a wife, fighting...the
husband held his wife's head underwater, then slit his throat.
Their baby had died only months after it's birth, and the husband
became so distraught that he forced his wife to commit suicide
with him. Then we saw the married couple's graves, at our feet...but
felt another presence. We knelt between the graves and began to
cry, fiercely. There was nothing to mark it, but we knew the baby
had been buried between them, without even a name to bless it's
burial. Chris walked up behind us. His knelt to comfort us, since
by this time we were both hysterical. But he stopped. And he
turned to listen. And we all turned to listen (there were about 7
of us there). What we heard was something more horrific than I
had ever heard before...worse than I have even heard to this day.
It began as a low moaning...then came in a little screeching...it
sounded like shredding metal, under a slow freight train. And
then we saw him. There, at the other end of the cemetary, stood a
man...actually, he had the upper body of a man, the lower body of
a goat, with hooves, and horns, yet still stood completely
upright. Before the fear could even set it, he was closer..it
seemed almost as if he was teleporting towards us, faster and
faster. He traveled in spurts of energy, closer and closer...Then
he was right in front of us, and then he was gone. Chris crashed
to the ground...and lay there, motionless. Bea and I screamed and
fell to his side, trying our best to revive him. Nothing was
working, but it hurt my hands each and every thime I touched him.
Then he began to shake slightly. Carina threw salt (it is used to
help rid possesions) all over Chris's stiff body. He began to
convulse violently...we all held hands around him and tried to
get whatever the hell this THING was out of him. His tremors
slowed, and we all laid our hands upon him, to push the spirit
out. One last convulsion, and Alan was thrown back off the
cemetary path almost 6 feet. He lay still, as Chris slowly came
to. As we all slowly approached Alan, he shook himself out of
what seemed to be a drastic haze. We all got up and kinda just
stood there, trying to figure out what had just happened.The
candles we had brought with us were all lit. But no one was
anywhere near them to bring a flame to them. I think that was the
final call on what scared us all. All the fear and emotion came
to a point of contention, and no one could stand the pressure it
was putting on our souls. We left the cemetary for the night, but
later found out from Chris that while he was in his "state"
he could hear all of us, but very distantly...and he was fighting
this THING, this GoatMan. Upon sharing this story later, we
discovered that a creature that perfectly matches the description
of what we saw is in an H. P. Lovecraft story...but, of course,
all of Lovecraft's demons are supposed to be from his own
imagination, his own "realm"...or could it be that
maybe Lovecraft has just been to another realm, and seen these
things...? Who knows? All I know is that I hope I never see that
creature again.
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Submitted 4/24/01 by Mica
Analyzing the Dreams
Dreams to me are very much so "part of our conscience
minds" However some dreams from a given number of me and friends I've known
explain the outcomes of the past or past lives and or the outcomes of the future
and or thing to come in the future or symbolic meanings depending on the mind
itself.
What if dreams were another dimension where we could learn from the particular
dream or take from and use it in our everyday life.
What if dreams were just simply a part of our conscience memory from everyday
life eccentric movies and games, computers.
I believe dreams derive from both. Yet something still is a mystery to the human
mind????
As death itself no one can explain why we dream.
Jung or Freud can analyze them quite well but what if dreams and death itself
have some link to one another that is purely evident and easy to relate
together. Sleep vs. The Eternal Sleep(death) to me they are related due to the
fact that sleep is one of the closest mortality attributes related to the final
rest. In other words if humans didn't dream how would we live.
Apparently every person dreams once a night regardless if they remember or not
they dream.
Therefore, is it recommended to dream if we sleep at night? Dreams are wonderful
and without them life could be boring and symmetrical, meaning everything might
be the same way or same color.
Anyways I'm going to bed, Sweet dreams my friends
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