Posted by: hanginin
2017-05-25 12:55:55
ID: 47960
In response to a confession. What's ofc stand for?
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-24 21:17:23
ID: 47935
Something crazy just happened and I have to share. I just ran to the dollar store, paid with my bank card, nothing unusual. Next, I ran to the grocery store, bought three things, and again paid with my card. Now, here's where it gets weird. I used my card, turned back to my wallet, and sitting on top of my wallet is a folded up $10 bill. There was no one around, no one could have put it there. I don't where it came from. I'm driving home, thinking about it, and my grandpa (who died in 2011, and always gave me money) popped into my mind. THEN, a song came on the radio and it was about hard times (sounded like Paramour, never heard it before). I'm telling you, there is no one who could have put that money there, and I don't keep cash on me, ever. I literally never carry cash. So, I downloaded a silly ghost app onto my phone and it's saying stuff like "give, music, spirit, messenger." Dafuq?!?!
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-23 19:47:16
ID: 47915
My H was a twin. He also had twin girl cousins. One of their twin stories was about one of the girls playing outside and cutting her finger and the twin in the house cried out and said her finger hurt real bad before the hurt twin even came inside. Verified by their mother. There were other stories like that. As adults one twin had breast cancer twice and eventually died of it, but I didn't ever ask if her twin felt that too because I thought it would be tactless and painful. But I still wonder.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-23 18:50:21
ID: 47902
Okay, weird. Twice - once late last year and again earlier this year - I had a dream about this summer camp. It was strange because it was a combination of the camp I went to for many years when I was a kid (it was on a beach), and some other camp (this one also had woods and a lake). Well on Saturday I took ds to an Open House for a camp on a lake I'd like him to go to this summer. When we pulled up to the dining hall I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach and got a little teary-eyed. It reminded me SO much of my camp, which I loved so, so much. When we went on a tour of the grounds, I thought, Oh. My God. This is it. This is the camp I dreamed about. Same layout, same cabins and buildings I saw, even the bathrooms were the same.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-18 22:34:41
ID: 47675
Hello chit chat confessions, i'm a 16 boy from south america My english isn't perfect so excuse my poor grammar My confession is that i'm thinking about sex all the time, 24/7 I can't stop thinking about it, whenever i see a girl in the street or just a classmate that's hot i just start fantasying about then sexually. I know every men has this type of thoughts but i'm a out of control. I really need to have sex, this mad desire is driving me crazy, i think i may just call a hooker one day and forget about everything.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-16 10:51:31
ID: 47662
I can be working on a project and just be struck with the thought that it will be sent for random grading. And then it happens. Things like that happen to me a lot. I sometimes get upset and try to block my thoughts, but I've always been like this. I don't know if it's my thoughts that trigger the situation, or if I just know that something is going to happen before it actually happens. Important stuff, personal stuff. But its random. It isn't all the time. It just happens like someone else's voice in my head. Weird, I know.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-13 04:37:04
ID: 47600
When I was in my twenties I worked as a dancer at a club in a resort town. It was hard work but I did make a lot of money. One night I met a customer who said he was in mourning because he was a cop who had accidentally shot his partner. He bought a few dances then asked me to hang out with him after I got finished my shift. To walk on the beach. Something in me kept thinking "serial killer, this guy's fucked up." I got off work, went to my hotel room and packed my shit then got on the road and drove 10 hours straight to get home. Didn't even shower or take off my makeup. I never had that feeling before or since. Maybe I was wrong. But for some reason I think I knew something was really off.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-10 16:38:35
ID: 47505
About 15 years ago, several CWs were talking about a psychic they'd been going to. They couldn't believe the things she'd told them, that came true. And details she couldn't possibly know. What the heck, I made an appointment. Well, she was so off about everything, it's not even funny. Nothing happened as she said, and pics I'd shown her of people, she was SO wrong about them. But the last thing she said - she asked who B was to me. I said, my very best friend. She said no, she's not. She will betray you. I told her that would NEVER happen. I clearly remember her saying, "Oh yes. I see a knife. She will stab you in the back. But she'll get hers one day." On that, she was 100% right. B stabbed me in the back so hard the knife came out the other side. Betrayed me for years, unknowingly. Betrayed and hurt SO many others. All I will say is that B is very, very ill right now. Very, very ill...again...
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-05 07:07:18
ID: 47348
Today I hit every green light on the way to work. The always slow elevator was waiting for me when I got in the building. Then, when I was doing the final proof of a booklet I had the urge to check a random address. Sure enough, wrong zip code, would have been a major eff up. I love synchronized days where everything lines up.
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Posted by: anonymous
2017-05-05 01:31:59
ID: 47333
In response to a confession. When I was a kid, I would be playing in my room and hear my mom call my name. I would go see what she wanted, and she'd freak out because she was thinking about calling me. It happened all the time. Now that my grandma lives there, she hears her name being called too. Never did like that house.
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