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		<title>the id, the ego, &#38; the single misfiring brain cell - Latest Comments on creepy stuff</title>
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			<title> Peachy [Visitor] in response to: creepy stuff</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2013 15:02:31 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><span class="user anonymous" rel="bubbletip_comment_34946">Peachy</span> <span class="bUser-anonymous-tag">[Visitor]</span></dc:creator>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Not surprised. When I was growing up I twice saw a dark, shadowy, 3-ft tall blob flowing a couple feet above the floor at the house I grew up in. One time it turned a corner in the kitchen and went down to the basement where I always felt uncomfortable being in. On another occasion, Sam, our dog, was lying in the living room when she perked up, stared into the kitchen, and started growling. Needless to say,  no one was there or coming through the  door that connected the kitchen to the breezeway.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not surprised. When I was growing up I twice saw a dark, shadowy, 3-ft tall blob flowing a couple feet above the floor at the house I grew up in. One time it turned a corner in the kitchen and went down to the basement where I always felt uncomfortable being in. On another occasion, Sam, our dog, was lying in the living room when she perked up, stared into the kitchen, and started growling. Needless to say,  no one was there or coming through the  door that connected the kitchen to the breezeway.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title> Hinermad [Visitor] in response to: creepy stuff</title>
			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Sep 2013 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><span class="user anonymous" rel="bubbletip_comment_34944">Hinermad</span> <span class="bUser-anonymous-tag">[Visitor]</span></dc:creator>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Diana,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve seen and felt some weird and unexplainable things, but I&amp;#8217;m too much of a skeptic to accept that they&amp;#8217;re all supernatural. But I&amp;#8217;m also enough of a skeptic to not deny that they might be, too.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The one that I&amp;#8217;m most convinced could be real was the afternoon after my wife passed away. It had been a long night and I was worn out, so I stretched out for a nap. As I was lying there half asleep I thought I felt someone take hold of my open hand. I closed my hand, thinking it might be one of my daughters wanting some comfort, but there was nothing there to hold.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve heard a lot of stories from people I know who felt they&amp;#8217;d been visited by someone close who has died recently. I don&amp;#8217;t know if we all imagined it in our bereavement, or if their spirits really did give us one last farewell. Or maybe both? Who&amp;#8217;s to say our loved ones don&amp;#8217;t live on in our own minds?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Dave&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Diana,</p>

<p>I&#8217;ve seen and felt some weird and unexplainable things, but I&#8217;m too much of a skeptic to accept that they&#8217;re all supernatural. But I&#8217;m also enough of a skeptic to not deny that they might be, too.</p>

<p>The one that I&#8217;m most convinced could be real was the afternoon after my wife passed away. It had been a long night and I was worn out, so I stretched out for a nap. As I was lying there half asleep I thought I felt someone take hold of my open hand. I closed my hand, thinking it might be one of my daughters wanting some comfort, but there was nothing there to hold.</p>

<p>I&#8217;ve heard a lot of stories from people I know who felt they&#8217;d been visited by someone close who has died recently. I don&#8217;t know if we all imagined it in our bereavement, or if their spirits really did give us one last farewell. Or maybe both? Who&#8217;s to say our loved ones don&#8217;t live on in our own minds?</p>

<p>Dave</p>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title> Aunt Bann [Visitor] in response to: creepy stuff</title>
			<pubDate>Tue, 17 Sep 2013 04:10:07 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><span class="user anonymous" rel="bubbletip_comment_34943">Aunt Bann</span> <span class="bUser-anonymous-tag">[Visitor]</span></dc:creator>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Interesting, Diana! I&amp;#8217;ve never thought about the time your family lived in Daingerfield&amp;#8212;in fact, I had completely forgotten it.  And I don&amp;#8217;t remember hearing anything about the &amp;#8220;things&amp;#8221; heard there. Thanks for posting this one!!!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Interesting, Diana! I&#8217;ve never thought about the time your family lived in Daingerfield&#8212;in fact, I had completely forgotten it.  And I don&#8217;t remember hearing anything about the &#8220;things&#8221; heard there. Thanks for posting this one!!!</p>]]></content:encoded>
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