paranormal stoners??

I'm totally interested. I love getting high and feeling the ghosts around me. They're everywhere. I've seen them in some of my selfies. You got any selfies that I can inspect for you? I know it sounds weird but it's usually always nude selfies I see them in.
 
Vannamarie03 said:
am I alone? any one else interested???lol
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Welcome to RIU.

Not that being a stoner has/had anything to do with it, but I was raised in a house with a ghost. We called him Sam, and he made himself known with sound 99.9% of the time. In fact I only saw something once in all the years I lived there.

What had happened in the real world was. . . . . . .

Mamma had an older half sister named Ruby. Sam made advances on Ruby one time too many, and she took the ax she was using to split fatwood (lighter'd to locals) to make her point she was not interested in him. It was a couple three years later, but Sam died of his wounds. Fast forward to 1959 when Mamma and Daddy bought Sam's old home place. They tore down the old frame house and used the timbers to frame the block house that is still there today. The house was finished about the time I was born and I can not remember a time when Sam wasn't a part of living there.

Like I said, he used sound to make his presence felt. Most of the time it was hearing the front door open when it hadn't actually opened. Also after I was living there by myself, (and had a growing collection of skin mags I kept in the bathroom) it was common for one of my friends to hear someone outside the bathroom door in the hall. Assuming it was me, they would say, "give me a minute." They would come out and when I wasn't standing there, they would say, "Damn you Sam, you got me again."

He would wait until he could cause some excitement. Once I had to pull up a patch early because someone had planted just a few feet way. I had the dining table covered in weed and we heard the front door open. We were freaking out for a few seconds before we realized it was just Sam fucking with us.

One of the best Sam stories is when my cousin had moved in. Her husband was sleeping on the couch and she was painting in the bedroom. She heard and felt him standing behind her, but when she spoke to him, he wasn't there. The next day she mentioned it to Mamma, and Mamma said, "that was just Sam. He won't bother you." But after she heard the whole Sam story, she packed up all their stuff and they stayed in a hotel that night, and moved back to Georgia the next day. In fact her husband had just started working at the local golf course. I went up there and got his job.

The house has been empty for about 15-20 years now. I try to go by and speak to him on my night hikes, but I never hang around long enough to hear anything in return.
 
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