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I made some Buzzfeed Unsolved icons!!!
free to use, but please reblog/give credit in your bio if you do!!!
Throwback to when I worked at the worst place in earth
Love of Horror Makes Life Larger than Fiction
Real Ghost, Unreal Ghost? I’m a Guy with Some Proof...
And not only that, I give you my word that I had like more than a dozen paranormal experiences. I lurked in the neighborhoods of the web where these topics are expressed, but I never could feel empathy for those in them. Even if they were special, like me.
Amateur Ghost Hunter Fucks Up and Has Ghosts Now I Guess
Hey so little bit of background before I get into the story: I’ve had prophetic dreams since I was around 5? They stopped being as intense when I was around 16, but every time a dream I had came true I would get an awful ocular migraine and my vision would black out around the edges. I’m also an empath, both on an interpersonal and also spiritual level, and I have visions sometimes when I meditate, but never of other peoples’ lives, at least not until today.
So my best friend and I are dumbasses and decided to go into this cathedral in the town we’re living in in France and do a spirit box session. Nothing interesting the first time around, but then I felt myself going out of my body like I do sometimes when I meditate, and I closed my eyes and it started. I saw a woman in a chair, being tortured or having an exorcism performed or something like that, and I could feel her anger and hatred against the person who was hurting her. When the man hit her on the head, I felt it, the sting instant on the side of my head.
After that, the anger that had been welling up inside me quieted, and I felt peace. I thanked the spirit for telling me her story, and I think that’s what she needed to pass on.
We moved to another part of the chapel, to a small room near the front, and started another session. We contacted a man named Nicolas, who hadn’t died there nor was he buried there, and he didn’t know why he was there. I felt another vision coming on, and as I closed my eyes I saw a small figure crouched across from me. I then saw a woman carrying her dead toddler to the shrine in this room, and laying him down. I thought the child was Nicolas, but upon walking around, I saw that Nicolas was a painter who had his art hanging in the chapel. I have no idea who the woman or boy were.
I have always believed in ghosts but this was the closest I’ve ever gotten to a “proper encounter”, take this as you will.
Next To Normal (a part from my fanfic on Wattpad)
Shane Madej;
Looking at Ryan any longer would surely make Shane crazy-
As their eyes locked, Shane abruptly stood and threw his arms in the air. "Okay! You ready?"
"I've been ready for the last minute that you wasted staring at me." Hummed Ryan smugly.
"Nah dude, I was just watching the shadow behind you come closer." Shane teased, snorting when Ryan swiftly turned around with his arms in a karate chop pose. "Where?"
"I thought you had told me that you couldn't fight ghosts with muscles n stuff-- you quote "only holy water worked on em." End quote"
Ryan let his arms down, turning and glaring playfully at Shane. "Ya know what? Screw you, Shane." He began walking to the door, swooping his hair to the side, smiling when he heard Shane make a 'swoosh' sound from behind him.
"You dork."
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"This isn't the place we're investigating before we start recording tomorrow." Ryan stared curiously as they pulled up at the local supermarket, aka Walmart. (I'm not even in America but hey-- Walmart is apparently good so..?)
"Nah, it's not. But we need to get some batteries and plus, I'm hungry." Shane said with a sheepish smile.
"Stubbed toe? Idiocy. A headache? Brain cancer."
"Jesus Christ Shane, what's with your Siri?" Ryan questioned, finding it hard to keep a straight face.
"Oh, she's an idiot, don't worry-"
"Consistent lying? Homosexuality."
Ryan wheezed, hunching over as he slapped his leg laughing. "Okay, what?!"
Shane leaned back in the driver's seat, rolling his eyes with a chuckle. "See-"
"Sheepish laugh? Aids."
"Sudden growth in height? You are dying."
The car was filled with laughter, as Shane struggled to turn off siri, who continued to keep saying symptoms to different things that, of course, were utter bullshit.
Ryan was in pure bliss, smiling so much it hurt- and holding his stomach as he laughed. "Turn it off! Turn it offff!" He giggled, taking large gasps as he continued to laugh.
"Okay okay! I'm trying!" Wheezed Shane, gripping onto the phone and turning it off. Holding it up in victory, "I defeated Siri!" He yelled with a dorky grin. The taller male glanced over at Ryan, to see he was pink- on the verge of crying and gasping loudly.
"Holy shit. You okay their Bergara?"
"I fucking love Siri- ohmygod." Breathed out the dark-haired male as he fumbled handle, pulling it and opening the door. Relishing in the cold air, letting another giggle escape his lips as he calmed down from the commotion that took place.
"Okay! Now let's head in for these batteries."
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As Ryan and Shane walked around the store, looking for food and batteries, Shane had unexpectedly disappeared. Leaving Ryan to look like a lost child who had lost their parent somewhere.
When Ryan found the right batteries, he wasn't surprised to find that Shane wasn't there. 'He's probably scouting for the food, goddamnit.'
Ryan jogged up to the nearest cashier, panting softly. "Hey, I lost my friend Shane-- do you think I could make an announcement s-so I can find him?"
The cashier, a young lady by the name of Abby, nodded softly with a smile. "Sure! Go ahead, sir."
Shane was leaning over, looking at some donuts. They looked good..and he knew his stomach agreed when it growled hungrily. Reluctantly, Shane grabbed two-- no THREE packets of donuts. Smiling in satisfaction as he turned around. An old lady looked at him in disgust.
"Breath it in grandma, your just jealous you can't get these baby's and have a hot best friend." Snickered Shane with a grin as he slipped on his black sunglasses and walked off, leaving the stunned lady by the desert area.
A beep echoed through the building, an announcement? Shane slowed his walking to listen, laughing a bit at what he had just said to the old lady back there. Hot best friend, Jesus Christ did I actually say tha--
"Hey, er-- I'm Ryan. Ryan Bergara."
Shane perked up, "Ryan..?"
"I have an announcement to make to my friend, Shane Madej, who I lost while we were shopping,
Goodbye ya lil shit!"
The building filled with laughs and even Shane was laughing as he sprinted to where the exit was. Sure enough, there was Ryan, sitting down the little microphone with the biggest grin on his face.
The grin was soon overcome with shock when he was tackled and picked up by non-other than Shane-- who smirked, "Can't get rid of me that easily, Boogara."
"Oh screw you! This was meant to be funny!" The shorter, dark hair man pouted in defeat.
"It was funny, ryro."
"There! There it is again! That damn nickname! Its Ryan! Ry-an! Not..n-not ry-ro"
Shane snickered, setting Ryan back on his feet. Despite having putting him down-- they were still oh so close. The two could practically feel each others breath.
"..did you brush your teeth, Shane?"
"Yeah- can you tell?" Grinned Shane.
"Yeah, it doesn't smell like black coffee."
"Fuck you Ry. Ya weirdo."
"You two are a cute couple." Chirped Abby, smiling.
"Ay! Thanks! Now we've gotta go, we've gotta place to check out." Said Shane genuinely, as his fingers intertwined with Ryan's, paying and dragging the smaller out. He felt like he was on cloud 9 for some reason- yet he wasn't quite sure--
"A cute couple? You just agreed that we were a couple!" Shrieked the flustered smaller who pulled their hands away once they reach the car. "Oops." Shane said with a shrug, unlocking the door, "sorry honey, I'll make sure to call you by your favorite pet name next time." He joked, hopping in the car and placing the donuts down.
"Favourite pet name?" The little guy asked as he sat down, closing his door in sync with Shane, both buckling up at the same time too.
"Yeah, baby boy."
Silence filled the car as the taller started it up, surprisingly, Shane had no effect on what he'd said. But Ryan,
Oh boy, Ryan had felt a sense of tingles down his back. As the name replayed in his brain, so did his 'nightmare'. He could change this tension and it'd go back to normal! Well- Shane seemed fine. But it was unnecessarily awkward and it needed to stop.
"You only brought donuts?"
"Oh C'mon! Who doesn't like donuts?"
"I love donuts it's just-"
"You prefer the nuts?"
"Wha- oh no- Shane don't you dar-"
"dEEZ NUTS?!"
Ryan let his head hit the window and he let out a groan, "why did I choose you out of all people? Go back to 2016 you peasant." "I am no peasant, peasant." Retorted Shane smugly, "but if you say so- now that I think of it- do you know da wae?"
Ryan went to open the car door, it wouldn't hurt him to get out as they were currently in traffic. But plausibly getting possessed seemed better than staying with this lowlife meme boy. But as he gripped the handle and pulled, the car locked.
He was stuck in a car, in the middle of traffic, with meme boy Shane Madej. It'd be bad if he-
"The hotdoga-"
"nOOOO!"
@guccipunta: "Make the captain say 'kawaii-desu'" (listen closely for my tiny gasp at the end lol)
if people ask you for proof of ghosts, just show them this.
he is pure dad.
Look for the ghost!!!
