The hour is midnight, the campfire crackles gently and the darkness of the woods grows palpably thicker. Gather 'round Nanons, and share your paranormal stories.
Let's focus more on spooky ghost stories and less on "MASON ILLUMINERDY LIZARDS RUN DA WORLD!1!". Remember, yelling in all caps might draw the attention of whatever is lurking out there beyond the dim glow of the campfire, so keep your voices down.
>>13559 >The hour is midnight, the campfire crackles gently and the darkness of the woods grows palpably thicker. Gather 'round Nanons, and share your paranormal stories.
If you're not living a paranormal life you're probably not living much at all. A normal life is wagework, eating fast food, accumulating consumer debt, voting for a mainstream political party, and having 2.2 children and spanking them just as much (or as little) as this year's trendy parenting advice suggests.
It's an uninventive life, but it's *normal*, and it's the one most people are "living".
People purposefully breaking this mold are more "paranormal" than any ghost or apparition you'll ever encounter.
>>13559 It was a dark night and wet rain was pouring in the shape of God's tears. The bravest man of the village, Tyrone, ventured out alone in the middle of the watermelon forest, never to return. That evening was the last time anybody seen that fool. Some say the mudsharks snatched his black ass up. Others fear the pigs ate him. They say a pig can smell grass from a mile away and is attracted to a black warrior's scent. On this very spot they say Tyrone went missing, armed with a spear and a backup pistol. So don't relax, my frens, for he may still be lurking.
>>13559 It was in the middle of a night without neither stars or the moon, i was browsing nanochan as always and all would seem well to an untrained eye, but this was not a night of shitposting like the others, there was something lurking in the threads, something terrible, something ominous, something that should not have been awakened from its slumber, suddently a deep silence fell...
and then i heard it HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE Suddently from all directions the creatures that lurked between the catalog threads revealed them in all their mostruosity, hair of a deep orange that burned like fire, the most pronounced tsundere expression i've ever seen and the screams...oh god the screams...
HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE HAPAS ARE SUPERIOR TO WHITE Screams from all directions going straight inside my head, i still can't forget the screams, i still hear that voice and see that face whenever i feel like danger is near. That day i got really close to death, i was quickly surrounded by the orange haired creatures, i had nowhere to go, there was no space in the catalog to hide anymore, i was about to...to...to be pushed outside of the board, to fall in the abyss, the abyss that we don't talk about, the abyss where hakase was exiled.
A destiny worse than death awaited me, but when all hope was lost a ray of light shined through the catalog, the beatiful holy light banished the hrrible orange haired creatures in the abyss again with a mighty battle scream: ~NYAAAAAAAA
I never knew what those creatures were or the identiy of my savior and to be honest i just want to forget about that horrible experience, only one photo was taken of what we call now the HAPENING although maybe you shouldn't look at it, i've heard of people going insane after looking at it.
All is well now, but sometime, late at night, i still feel it, i still feel those creatures lurking in the catalog and in depths of the threads...be careful nanons, there might be one lurking in this very thread...
When I wasn't 16
I used to see strange things
Some vaguely resembling
GHOSTS
or
SPECTRAL HOSTS
I was always found of the notion
And I was drenched in some spirit ocean
That merely my visions were symptoms of
EYES
Open so WIDE
That I could peer into the other side
You're the freckles all along the hairline
Revelations from feeble spirit half-lifes
You're the ghost
That I was born to know
And you're the throar
From which the echo's thrown!
When I was little I lived in a house with a basement. I spent most of my time down there playing with my toys because it was always cooler than upstairs. One day I heard the doorbell ring and I ran upstairs to see who it was. From the top of the stairs to the basement I could see to the front door of the house where my mother was opening the door but I couldn't see past her. She seemed surprised as she talked to someone outside and said thank you several times before starting to close the door. Suddenly I heard something to my right just down the basement stairs I had run up. I turned and saw something I've never been able to forget. It was a small humanoid even smaller than me with dull green skin wearing strange reddish and colorful clothing. It looked very ugly and very wrinkled. It had long thin arms that almost reached its feet because its legs were short. It was looking directly at me and grinning showing small triangular yellow teeth like a piranhas. I was very young and it scared the shit out of me so I screamed and ran crying to my mother. She hugged me and I tried to tell her but she interrupted me. She told me that a little green man had come to the door to ask about me and gave her some candy to give to me. I was too stunned to react while my mother pushed some candies from her hand into mine. I went to my bedroom and examined the candies. They were basically skittles but more round and without a logo. I never ate them and I don't know what happened to them. From then on I was scared to go into the basement and my parents never believed me when I told them why. My mother has never had any memory of the event or of any little green man ever. I've also never seen it again but it was so real and shocking to me that I will never forget it.
Let's focus more on spooky ghost stories and less on "MASON ILLUMINERDY LIZARDS RUN DA WORLD!1!". Remember, yelling in all caps might draw the attention of whatever is lurking out there beyond the dim glow of the campfire, so keep your voices down.