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Shadow People

The Shadow People are supernatural shadow-like humanoid figures that, according to believers, are seen flickering on walls and ceilings in the viewer’s peripheral vision. They are often reported moving with quick, jerky movements, and quickly disintegrate into walls or mirrors. They are believed to be evil and aggressive in nature, although a few people consider them to be a form of guardian angel.

In 2010, the apparitions were described as one of the most regularly reported paranormal phenomena in the United States. This is attributed to occasional reports on the Coast to Coast AM show, where paranormal researcher Heidi Hollis has been interviewed several times on the subject of shadow people. Hollis believes that shadow people have always existed, that they feed upon emotions of fear, and that they can be repelled by thinking positively. Others believe that shadow people may be the extra-dimensional inhabitants of another universe.
The stories of shadow people have been compared to those of the Raven Mocker, a witch from Cherokee Indian mythology who sometimes appears as a shadowy phantom, and the Islamic Djinn.

Several scientific principles can be used to explain reports of apparitional experiences such as shadow people. These include sleep paralysis, illusions, or hallucinations brought on by physiological or psychological circumstances, drug use or side effects of medication, and the interaction of external agents on the human body. Another reason that could be behind the illusion is sleep deprivation, which may lead to hallucinations.

“Sleep Paralysis” is a phenomenon in which people, either when falling asleep or wakening, temporarily experience an inability to move. More formally, it is a transition state between wakefulness and rest characterized by complete muscle atonia (muscle weakness). It can occur at sleep onset or upon awakening, and it is often associated with terrifying visions (e.g. an intruder in the room), to which one is unable to react due to paralysis. It is believed a result of disrupted REM sleep, which is normally characterized by complete muscle atonia that prevents individuals from acting out their dreams. Sleep paralysis has been linked to disorders such as narcolepsy, migraines, anxiety disorders, and obstructive sleep apnea; however, it can also occur in isolation. When linked to another disorder, sleep paralysis commonly occurs in association with the neuromuscular disorder narcolepsy.

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Shadow People

Reports of shadow people have been around for centuries, but stories and sightings of these elusive entities are coming out now more than ever. In recent years, The Rhine Research Center (the Institute for Parapsychology) has gotten hundreds of reports from people claiming to have seen Shadow People. Paranormal research groups are witnessing them during investigations, even being able to photograph some. What does this mean? Why are Shadow People being seen so much more now than in previous years? What are Shadow People???

Well, what they are is not known, and you will receive a different answer from each person you ask. But, most paranormal researchers do agree on one aspect: Shadow People are not human entities. We don’t believe they’re ghosts. Don’t believe they’re demons either. But, on a scale, we’d say Shadow People lean more towards the negative side, especially given the bad feelings we get from the vibes they give off. It’s suggested that they’re pressence means something bad, or that something bad will happen.

One thing that makes them so interesting is the consistency of reports of their sightings. Year aften year, from person to person, the description almost always stays the same. Shadow People can appear as a dark, whispy indistinguishable shape or mass or a silhouetted shape of a person. It is said that they can appear with a hat or a hood.They have no facial features and no type of clothing. They’re simply a “shadow”. And they’re darker than dark; so dark that their silhoutte can be seen in a pitch black home. They’re often described as small in size, usually no more than a few feet tall, and if the eyes are seen, they’re typically small and red. They stay (or come from) the corners of rooms, behind the tv, couch or chair, in lower cabinets, under beds or in closets. Most of the time, they do nothing… just watch the living, though there have been reports of people being attacked by Shadow People. Unlike some ghosts, Shadow People seem to be very aware of our presence and at times seem intent on making us feel frightened or uncomfortable. They seem to appear where other paranormal activity has been sighted or where there is or has been a great deal of stress, grief or tragedy. It is also theorized that they feed off the energy of people. This makes sense, especially when coupled with the theory of them appearing where a tragic situation has occurred. There are negative emotions or energy, so the Shadow People exploit this and grow stronger, thus appearing more often.

Courtesy of http://www.theparanormalsociety.org

 
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I’m not a bat or a rat or a cat

I’m not a bat or a rat or a cat,
I’m not a gnu or a kangaroo,
I’m not a goose or a moose on the loose,
I am a troll and I live in a hole.
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I’m not a cow or a chow or a sow,
I’m not a snake or a hake or a drake,
I’m not a flea or a wee chimpanzee,
I am a mole and I live in a hole.
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Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast,
You’re the slick chick I dig the most ,
I’m not a ram or a clam or a lamb,
I’m not a hog or a frog or a dog,
I’m not a bus or a hip-potomus,
I am a mole and I live in a hole.
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Yarg yarg, quarck quarck, fried boiled or roast,
You’re the slick chick I dig the most,
I’m not a ram or a clam or a lamb,
I’m not a hog or a frog or a dog,
I’m not a bus or a hip-potomus,
I am a mole and I live in a hole.
I am a mole and I live in a hole.

I don’t care WHAT you call me

as long as you enjoy reading my stories

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Bert

Bert refused to wear a clean shirt,

He said that his old one would do him okay.

He wore it and wore it, and then wore it some more,

Until a girl that he fancied told him he smelt, for sure

Donning a new shirt, Bert asked her to go,

To go on a date with him, with his new shirt,

Answering sharply, she declined his kind offer,

Saying it was he who was smelly, not the old shirt.

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Dunking the Mouse

Dunking the Mouse

Dunking the Mouse, Oh, Dunking the Mouse,
What can be better than dunking the Mouse?
Be it with a fine friend like the Rabbit, so stout,
Or on my old lonesome, I love dunking the Mouse.
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I open the pot and stick his head in,
And before he’s awoken he’s half the way in.
With Rabbit a-helping, we finish the job,
Then put the lid on, though Mouse is beginning to sob.
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‘Oh please let me out’, he implore us, so meek,
But why should we do that when the tea tastes so sweet?
‘Oh give me a cup of that heavenly brew’,
Says Rabbit to me, ‘and a jam tart for you’.
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I pour out two cups and we sit down anew,
With the tea and the tarts – and with Mouse in the brew,
Until Alice strolls by, and unsettles our ruse,
Saving Mouse from his fate and us from the noose.

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Sugar; one lump or two?

Sugar; one lump or two?

I am a poor mouse, it said sadly to her,
A very poor mouse, you can tell by my fur,
So ragged and reek, split ends I am sure,
I am a poor mouse – will you confer?
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Yes, you are a poor mouse, Alice dryly replied,
An abysmally poor one – can I take you aside?
For the Hatter, so mad, is searching for you,
To stuff into his pot with its heavenly brew.
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Oh I am lost, the mouse cried out in shock,
The Hatter, so mad, wants me inside his pot,
And the Rabbit, so white, with his blackest of souls,
Will keep you in there ‘til you’ve expired – so I’m told.
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What can I do – oh, Alice, please help,
Save my life, my moth eaten old pelt.
I cannot save you, for the Hatter and Rabbit are here,
And I am so thirsty – where’s your pot my old dears?
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The pot it is here, the Hatter and Rabbit replied,
Quick, squeeze him inside, that’s where he’ll reside,
Amidst the tea leaves, mixed up with the brew,
The Mouse will make history. Sugar; one lump or two?

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Alice and the White Rabbit

The Mad Conversation

Flummoxed by the Rabbit, Alice said, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” he replied.
“It all depends on what?”
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They mean the same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” the Rabbit explained, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” she insisted.
“How do you know,” asked the Rabbi, “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted. Informing him that another door had appeared, she awaited his response.
The Rabbit tried to open the door but he was unable to do so.
“Might I try?” Alice asked.
The Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. “Could a mad person have done that?” she asked. Stepping through, she fell into a hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” he replied. “But would they have fallen down there?” Then, jumping into the hole, he followed Alice.

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The day the weather went mad

The day the weather went mad

Was a day I thought I had been had,

By a weather extreme; quite obscene,

The day the weather went mad.

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No Trespassing

The Crazymad writer in black

No trespassing, that’s what the words read,
No trespassing, it’s what the sign said,
As I approached the gate upon which it was on,
The words, no trespassing, dared me to come on.

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A voice in my head told me to ignore it, that sign,
It said there was something exciting to find,
In the field behind them, gate and its sign,
Are you afraid, the voice asked, or do you think I am lying?

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No, I am not afraid, I answered it back,
My gut feeling, though, tells me to shy away from this tack,
Are you man or a mouse? It said mocking me so,
I am a man, I answered, a man on the go.

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So I climbed over the gate and stepped into that field,
A green, luscious sward that was ever so still,
Seeing nothing at all, there, other than grass,
I wondered, yes wondered, where it was at.

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Suddenly, startlingly, I heard a snort and a wheeze,
Then I saw it, a bull galloping towards me,
So I darted away from it as fast as I could,
And clambered back over that gate made of wood.

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The moral of my story, my scary story, is this,
When out in the country give gates a miss,
Don’t listen to voices inside your head,
Stick to your gut feeling, it’s safer, instead,

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I don’t care WHAT you call me

as long as you enjoy reading y stories

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Africa, Africa, land of dark nights

Africa, Africa, land of dark nights,
Home of the many, home of the right,
A people once voiceless will have their time in the sun,
When prosperity follows and wars are all done.
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Hunger and famine will be a thing of the past,
Dictators forgotten – Who were they? You ask,
The days will be brighter, that’s how it will be,
In Africa, Africa, the land of the free.

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