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My wife has the kids home on spring break this week, I sent her that vid and she said it feels a little like that.

Yesterday, I saw a Victorian chair on the side of the highway as though it had fallen off a truck. It reminded me of a funny, 100% true family story.
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In the mid '70s, my mom bought a Victorian chair like the one above, and it sat in my parents' bedroom beneath a large window. She sat in it when dressing and my dad usually hung the jacket of his suit on the back of it. For some reason when the wind blew pretty hard during a storm and whipped around the corner of the house next to that window in my parents' room, it made a very loud, "WooooOOOOOoooOOOOO" sound exactly like a ghost on a TV show.
One night my younger brother, who was 4 or 5 at the time was walking down the hall past my parents' bedroom. Their door was open, the light was off, and there was a storm raging outside. Just as he got to their bedroom door, a gust of wind whipped around that corner and made that loud, eerie WoooOOO sound. His head whipped around towards it and at that moment there was a flash of lightning that backlit my dad's jacket hanging on the back of that chair. What my brother saw and heard was a headless man standing in my parents' room making ghost sounds at him. He screamed bloody murder and went flying to my mom in the kitchen all in a complete meltdown and yelling, "The chair went woo woo at me!" LOL
My mom took him back to the bedroom, turned the lights on, showed him that it was just my dad's jacket and explained about the wind, but he wasn't having it. For the next several years, he had a serious fear of that chair. You couldn't make him sit in it for any reason. If you tried to make him sit in it, he'd fight you like an angry badger. Ever since, we've called it the Woo Woo chair. My mom had it reupholstered several years ago and still has it in her bedroom. My brother jokes that he's still scared to sit in it.
I shit you not… I have that chair sitting in my garage with a broken leg because…it flew out the truck driving it to my wifes former office and smashed on the way to Laporte. I keep planning to fix it and then remember I don’t need another chair. So long story short free broken chair looks 100% like the above picture. Has three legsYesterday, I saw a Victorian chair on the side of the highway as though it had fallen off a truck. It reminded me of a funny, 100% true family story.
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In the mid '70s, my mom bought a Victorian chair like the one above, and it sat in my parents' bedroom beneath a large window. She sat in it when dressing and my dad usually hung the jacket of his suit on the back of it. For some reason when the wind blew pretty hard during a storm and whipped around the corner of the house next to that window in my parents' room, it made a very loud, "WooooOOOOOoooOOOOO" sound exactly like a ghost on a TV show.
One night my younger brother, who was 4 or 5 at the time was walking down the hall past my parents' bedroom. Their door was open, the light was off, and there was a storm raging outside. Just as he got to their bedroom door, a gust of wind whipped around that corner and made that loud, eerie WoooOOO sound. His head whipped around towards it and at that moment there was a flash of lightning that backlit my dad's jacket hanging on the back of that chair. What my brother saw and heard was a headless man standing in my parents' room making ghost sounds at him. He screamed bloody murder and went flying to my mom in the kitchen all in a complete meltdown and yelling, "The chair went woo woo at me!" LOL
My mom took him back to the bedroom, turned the lights on, showed him that it was just my dad's jacket and explained about the wind, but he wasn't having it. For the next several years, he had a serious fear of that chair. You couldn't make him sit in it for any reason. If you tried to make him sit in it, he'd fight you like an angry badger. Ever since, we've called it the Woo Woo chair. My mom had it reupholstered several years ago and still has it in her bedroom. My brother jokes that he's still scared to sit in it.
If your ever in the Bend and want it just let me know. Open invitation lol.I shit you not… I have that chair sitting in my garage with a broken leg because…it flew out the truck driving it to my wifes former office and smashed on the way to Laporte. I keep planning to fix it and then remember I don’t need another chair. So long story short free broken chair looks 100% like the above picture. Has three legs![]()
I shit you not… I have that chair sitting in my garage with a broken leg because…it flew out the truck driving it to my wifes former office and smashed on the way to Laporte. I keep planning to fix it and then remember I don’t need another chair. So long story short free broken chair looks 100% like the above picture. Has three legs![]()
It gives no emf readings. Also where I keep it is free of hex bags and no sulfur.Yeah, but is it haunted?
You know that traditionally, the Jews bury their dead before sunset the day they die in most cases. An elderly Jewish woman died after 48 years of marriage. That afternoon as they were carrying her casket down the steps of the synagogue, one of the pallbearers stumbled and went down, tripping the others who also stumbled. They dropped the casket and it burst open. Upon doing so, the supposedly deceased woman sat up, alive. She and her husband spent several more years together as husband and wife. Eventually, after 6 more years, she died. As they were carrying her casket down the steps, her husband said to the pallbearers, "Watch your step! Be careful! Watch your step!"Glad that guy isn't my doctor.
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Woman who was declared dead bangs on coffin during her own wake
“It gave us all a fright,” said the woman's son.www.nbcnews.com
"You fuckers better not trip this time!"You know that traditionally, the Jews bury their dead before sunset the day they die in most cases. An elderly Jewish woman died after 48 years of marriage. That afternoon as they were carrying her casket down the steps of the synagogue, one of the pallbearers stumbled and went down, tripping the others who also stumbled. They dropped the casket and it burst open. Upon doing so, the supposedly deceased woman sat up, alive. She and her husband spent several more years together as husband and wife. Eventually, after 6 more years, she died. As they were carrying her casket down the steps, her husband said to the pallbearers, "Watch your step! Be careful! Watch your step!"
Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.
It seems like the issue is the depth this thing potentially could be at if it is down on the sea floor. I read a couple articles that said the Titanic is at a depth of about 12,000’ or so, and one expert said that there’s basically no viable way to get to them if they are down that deep. The search also seems to be focused on the surface in the chance that they were able to come back up. They’re probably screwed unfortunately.Only 40 hours of air left. This is a needle in the haystack.
They said that the way they normally communicate with this thing is by text message from the launch boat and an emergency signal only.Who knows anything about underwater submersibles. Shouldn’t there be some type of radio contact?
There is such a device on the sub but it has been theorized they could be entangled in debris. In reality, it could be that the emergency floatation failed or the sub imploded, at this point it’s going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. I’m surprised we haven’t heard more about the sub being equipped with an emergency beacon.You’d think there would be some type of emergency device that would take them straight to the surface. No way I’d be going down that deep without it. Of course there’s probably issues with the water pressure I guess, rising too quickly.
You’d think there would be some type of emergency device that would take them straight to the surface. No way I’d be going down that deep without it. Of course there’s probably issues with the water pressure I guess, rising too quickly.
Didn't really know where to post this, but figure here would be an alright spot. Have yall seen the T-Mobile internet commercials with John Travolta and the dudes from Scrubs doing that song from Grease? I stopped into T-Mobile today for something unrelated. Grabbed their interest service on a two week free trial. Took it home and it actually rips. My previous Spectrum was 100 MBPS and would download about 90 MBPS. This T-Mobile internet has been averaging about 260 MBPS for the same price as Spectrum. Going to continue testing it for a bit, but looks like I can finally get our from under the Spectrum umbrella for good.