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i sometimes get freaked out by sounds in the house. most of it is the house 'settling' after the day's gone by, other times it's some appliances that are still on, or "other" stuff.

when you hear random giggling/singing/talking/music playing (by no means of radio) in the middle of the night, yeah, kinda freaks you out to the extent of staying up just a few extra minutes just to see if it'll happen again. :erm

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*sends good thoughts towards HH to help repel evil*

bad vibe scare me to...

i have another story. yay!

few years ago, a group of us went to Cloverleaf. later that night, these two guys came in and sat at the booth across from us. didn't pay any mind to them until they came over and started talking to the guys. ( our group consisted of 5 guys, two other girls, and myself.) my boyfriend (the one i'm with now, again, long story) starts to get a bad feeling from them. i didn't like them when i saw them, so i just didn't look at them. they gave off the creepy-evil feeling. i went up to one of them (shaved head, and blue eyes) asked him for the time, and touched him on his shoulder. i ran into the bathroom, and started crying! whatever he was hurt me in such a spiritual/emotional way that i couldn't be around anyone for 5min. or so. our group leaves after a little more testing on everyone else's part, and i'm still a wreck. :tear

i can usually tell when people are good/not so good. but when they're just down-right evil, i want nothing to do with them, or the situation.

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I have a similar story but much worse. It is so bad I cannot post it.......would make me look crazy. I am not the only one that saw it though. I can tell you for awhile when I was younger I hung with some pretty power occult types that walked both sides of the line and something did come see me one night in a bar. I believe in shapeshifting and alternate dimensions now. And I was sober on this night too......

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i wouldn't think you were crazy, but i respect you not wanting to share.

it's like me not wanting to post my biggest fear. which i still won't, not yet at least.

here's another fear : i'm always afraid when my dog is outside in the front yard, and i'm leaving in my jeep that i'll accidently run over his tiny body. =( it's horrible to think, but i can't help it.

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Its like scary guy said......our fears keep us safe....or in this case your doggie......good fear. Hold onto that one....you'd make a good mom. Got any kids?

i wouldn't think you were crazy, but i respect you not wanting to share.

it's like me not wanting to post my biggest fear. which i still won't, not yet at least.

here's another fear : i'm always afraid when my dog is outside in the front yard, and i'm leaving in my jeep that i'll accidently run over his tiny body. =(聽 it's horrible to think, but i can't help it.

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I'm like Farril in the sense that I am not afraid of the dark, but what the dark may contain. I absolutely detest going outside by myself at night. I've actually had bouncers at City Club walk me out to my car. I just know that a kidnapper/robber/rapist/murderer is going to jump out of the bushes and bestow a slow, horrible death upon me. I've had this fear for as long as I can remember. I've always been rational, known that the boogeyman wasn't really there, but being the paranoid little freak that I've always been, I've always looked over my shoulder for Ted Bundy or Ed Gein. *sits in corner with pepper spray in hand*
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Its like scary guy said......our fears keep us safe....or in this case your doggie......good fear.聽 Hold onto that one....you'd make a good mom.聽 Got any kids?

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not yet. i kinda want kids, but at the same time, i'm not going to have kids just for the sake of having them. there's another fear : having kids. i don't think that'll be a problem though... unfortunetly. =(

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You would be surprised how happy you can be when you are really poor
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Money = security and control. I am terrified of becoming poor enough that I have no choices *mobility, entertainment,family,home, etc.* I moved away from home at 17 and spent the first 5 years out of the house broke,broke,broke with hardly a stick of furniture, cookware, clothing, scrimping/saving/going without. I refuse to live like that ever again (which is very highly unlikely but the fear is still there.)

I realize that in the end having good loving people is what matters, but by god not worrying incessantly how bills are to be paid goes a looooong way in making relationships work.

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OMG....

My mother-in-law has a clown collection in her dining room. In order to use the upstairs bathroom, you HAVE to go through the dining room. Therefore, I use the one downstairs. I HATE clowns.

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yep...I never liked clowns as child either...even then I thought there was something inherently evil about them

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