ahar! aharhar!

Actually they've caught quite a few things on camera that have caused alot of controversy. But yes, the majority of what they present at the end of the episode is audio.

Sounds like you and your sister have a very... close relationship.

Ghost shows are bullshit. If they didn't record anything (which they are not going to) then the show is going to go down. It is the easiest thing in the world to manipulate a bit of audio and then add subtitles that approximate the noises.

That song is about Ghost's vagina? That shit must be awesome.

I guess I believe in ghosts. I've seen Shadow People inconsistently for the last four or five years, and there was the weird huge gray blob I used to see in the dining room doorway once in awhile. And the weird Trenton Shadow Bulldog thing. It's been a long-ass time since I've seen anything significant, and I'm content to just pass it off at this point. I don't like admitting these things because they make me sound like one of those guys.

Joe's butthole is


according to Max

Joe's got so many polyps it looks like a congregation of tiny bald men.

What does poy-NO, WAIT, I KNOW HOW THIS WORKS!

(google's)

Ewwwwww.

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING THIRTEEN ON THE INTERNET

What!? It was just kinda gross that's all!

He could have said DFC and you'd still have searched for it.

Because you're an idiot and a walking example of every argument any kind of conservatives level at the internet.

I just didn't want to get 'let me google that for you' again.

I've only seen a "shadow person" once, and it was right after someone I knew passed away. Besides that, I used to sometimes catch quick glimpses of strange things, though I usually considered everything to be my imagination.

Working around death in hospice care/hospital/assisted living facilities has sort of opened my mind.

I don't believe in souls, and that seems to be what a ghost really boils down to in the end, but I do believe in an energy, a force, or whatever the fuck.

In one facility I worked we had a room that everyone claimed was haunted. Despite numerous rewirings and diagnostics, electrical items [beds included] would either short out or simply overheat and die. Things would also move around in that room, though never directly in front of you. You'd walk in, do whatever, and set something down. You'd toss a sharp or your gloves in the ajoined bathroom, and when you'd come back the item would be on the floor.

This happened with a folded blanket, a dixie cup, and a box of extra large latex gloves. The room wasn't super cold or anything, nothing hokey like that. Just a generally weird vibe to it.

A lot of nurses and CNA's had also seen what they thought was a resident darting into various rooms late at night out of the corner of their eye. Upon entering the room the residents are elevated and out like lights, or simply not capable of darting. I saw this a few times. Always on the same hall.

I [among other staff] also heard a lot of weird shit. It could have just been a group paranoia thing. Who knows. The mind plays tricks. But in a building full of years of death, I am open to the possibility of something else.

My apartment in burbank had hardwood floors and sometimes at night it sounded like someone was walking from my front door, across the living room, and into the kitchen. Then the noise would just stop. My dog would get upset. My bathroom and bedroom doors would also slam shut independently of one another when the windows were closed and without the heat or window A/C unit running.

Ghosts? I don't know. I never saw anything, but my dog would get creeped the fuck out a lot. And she's really brave and dumb. She once ran into my closet and refused to budge for about an hour.

That apartment was built in the 30's, if memory serves.

I agree with you. I know we have some soul-ish thing inside us, although I'm not quite sure what.

I dont think you do agree with him.

Yes i do.moron

How discreet of you.

Why thank you.

Jesus, souls too, guys?

Of course there's Souls!

Otherwise why would there have been a Soul Edge dumbarse

Encounters with the paranormal? Most likely just me being paranoid. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting a ghost quite yet. Creepy stuff, yeah every now and again, but probrably very easy to explain in a logical way, but try and tell that to someone with a big and vivid imagination when they hear a twig snap.

I had a friend who had a lot of stories to tell. Among them, ones about the paranormal. I don't really believe it yet, but all the same... I'm relatively open-minded.

To this day I experience a similar phenomenon. Late at night I hear the distinct sound of somebody walking, sometimes heavily, around upstairs. For the longest time I dismissed it as the cat, but we have carpeted floors and that fluffy little lightweight is absolutely incapable of making those heavy boot steps.

Also when I was very young (and both my parents can corroborate this story), my family was accosted by a poltergeist. And I'm not talkin' shit moved a few inches or weird knocking sounds, I'm talking doors slamming/things flying off shelves/floors creaking/etc.
I slept in my parents room in the summer because they didn't have enough money to put an air conditioner in my room. The bedroom had a small, personal bathroom. One night, the light in the personal bathroom came on by itself (I don't remember why I was awake to witness this). I could hear the distinct creaking of the medicine cabinet, and the fumbling of toiletries and the like, just as if someone was in there. The gentle creaking and shuffling became violent slamming, which woke both my parents. The dog also slept in the room with us and was barking like mad. My dad, being a skeptic and electrician at the time, tried to rationalize that faulty wiring can cause the lights to come on by themselves and that the creaking was caused by heat expansion.
It was then we heard the sound of something shattering down in the kitchen. Dad sprung to his feet and grabbed a baseball bat that he kept by the bed and went to the door. The door opens outwards, and he found he couldn't get it open. After pushing with all his might he got it open just enough to see that an entire dresser, which was originally sitting several feet away from the door, had been pushed in front of it.
In the kitchen, some dishes on the counter had fallen. After inspecting all the exterior doors, dad came back and told us they were all still locked.

Alot of this is my parents' testimony, and despite them being divorced, their individual recounts are nearly identical. I, unfortunately, only have blurry fragments of that memory so I can't be 100% sure how much of its hyperbole on my parent's behalf.

Lucky you. The only ghost that visited me was my grandpa.

You know what the funny thing is? A couple hours after he died, my uncle Stan (who was hiking a mountian somewhere) was asleep. Thing is, he had a dream about my grandpa/his dad, and Gramps was walking in it.

I think he paid Stan a visit. He went to me next.

It's not unusual to dream about someone when they die. We dream about so many people, and so many people die. Some correlation is bound to occur, and of all those dreams it is only these that we choose to remember and tell people about.

One time we were up in the mountains in China and we heard children's laughter coming from a misted-over spot, that, when we revisited it, was revealed to be a straight drop down to the foothills.

Sound travels far in the mountains.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of...nted_locations

get to work.

I'm a bastard.
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Well played.