seekerofslut
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ORIGINAL: lazarus1983 I didn't believe in ghosts until I lived in a house that was haunted down in North Carolina. Me and my then girlfriend stayed at this place, and in the summer, when you were indoors, you could hear cannons going off. When you went outside, nothing. From what my girlfriend told me, there had been a rather significant Civil War battle fought in that area, and she believes that's where the cannons come from. Also in the house, in the attic, at night, you can hear whispering voices. And one time, when I was there all by my lonesome, all of a sudden there was an incredible pounding that rapidly grew louder, and came from everywhere at once. Also the old Wyoming State Penitentiary in Rawlins is haunted. At night you can see lights coming on, despite the fact there's absolutely no power going into it. This is a true story. Years ago I was sailing off the southern coast of the Dominican Republic (heading west); four in crew total. We were perhaps 5 miles offshore. It was night and I was off watch, below getting some sleep. It was after midnight when the skipper called me on deck. I stood in the companionway and he handed me the boat's (quite powerful) binoculars, pointing northwest to a well lit boat ~1-2 miles away. "What is that?" he asked. "Ah! Ah!" was all I could say. What the fuck else could I say? It was the sight of a lifetime. A fucking Viking Ship, under full sail, doing ~20kt traveling west to east. So I told him. "It's a fucking Viking ship!" "Yeah! That's what I see too!" The skipper remained on deck watching this sight while I fired up the radar unit. There were a few fishing boats about and a tanker or two. All showed up on radar, including the coastline. The radar was capable of discerning to well over 20 miles. That damned Viking Ship did not register, and it was lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. We proceeded then to open a case of Heineken and drink the whole thing.
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