I will never forget, during my fifth or maybe sixth grade year (okay, i forgot which year lol), we had a visiting priest, Father Rusty who worked at a little catholic college in the mid-west. He was staying at the rectory at our parish church, connected to our school and our vicar, Father Pat had invited him to share some stories with the older kids. Father Rusty told us about this one night some of the college kids in his theology class were playing with a ouija board and started hearing knocking on the walls. At first they dismissed it as someone else in the dorm hall knocking on the walls, but it persisted, and soon a picture on the wall shifted repeatedly. This was enough to sufficiently scare the students and so they called Father Rusty and by the time he walked over to the dorm room, the students said that a book shelf had also shifted and a few items had flown across the room. Father Rusty blessed the room and did some prayers with the students and that was the end of it, everyone went their separate ways, and nothing paranormal happened again. Father Rusty did confiscate the board though.
Two points: 1. I watched this just now, after midnight, before I go to sleep, thinking it would be harmeless.... ..... now I can't sleep. Thank you ! 😱😱 😅 2. As it is frightening to hear these stories, I am more broken-hearted than scared. Not that my faith is shaken, but Ive always wondered: Where do these stories and similar like, fit in the whole concept of God's providential care and protection ? Still can't sleep. Hahaha
St. Vincent's Come and join our community of monks, where a heart attack is an acute possibility!" Enter at your own risk !!! Mu ha ha ha ha ha Darkness falls across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand, Creatures crawl in search of blood, To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood, And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the Hounds of Hell, And rot inside a corpse’s shell, The foulest stench is in the air, The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb, Are closing in to seal your doom, And though you fight to stay alive, Your body starts to shiver, For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller !!! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA AH HA HA HA HA HA HA (FADE) A HA HA HA HA HA HA
I will never forget, during my fifth or maybe sixth grade year (okay, i forgot which year lol), we had a visiting priest, Father Rusty who worked at a little catholic college in the mid-west. He was staying at the rectory at our parish church, connected to our school and our vicar, Father Pat had invited him to share some stories with the older kids. Father Rusty told us about this one night some of the college kids in his theology class were playing with a ouija board and started hearing knocking on the walls. At first they dismissed it as someone else in the dorm hall knocking on the walls, but it persisted, and soon a picture on the wall shifted repeatedly. This was enough to sufficiently scare the students and so they called Father Rusty and by the time he walked over to the dorm room, the students said that a book shelf had also shifted and a few items had flown across the room. Father Rusty blessed the room and did some prayers with the students and that was the end of it, everyone went their separate ways, and nothing paranormal happened again. Father Rusty did confiscate the board though.
That was lovely…😮
The 1906 ice situation happened at Saint Bede in Illinois. A tragedy indeed.
HERE IT IS!
Quite chilling 👻
spoopy time
It’s Spooky time!!
Two points:
1. I watched this just now, after midnight, before I go to sleep, thinking it would be harmeless....
..... now I can't sleep. Thank you ! 😱😱 😅
2. As it is frightening to hear these stories, I am more broken-hearted than scared.
Not that my faith is shaken, but Ive always wondered: Where do these stories and similar like, fit in the whole concept of God's providential care and protection ?
Still can't sleep. Hahaha
sounds like y'all need to keep better tabs on your monks...
1st story ice cold
St. Vincent's Come and join our community of monks, where a heart attack is an acute possibility!" Enter at your own risk !!! Mu ha ha ha ha ha
Darkness falls across the land, The midnight hour is close at hand, Creatures crawl in search of blood, To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood, And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the Hounds of Hell, And rot inside a corpse’s shell, The foulest stench is in the air, The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb, Are closing in to seal your doom, And though you fight to stay alive, Your body starts to shiver, For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller !!!
AH HA HA HA HA HA HA AH HA HA HA HA HA HA (FADE) A HA HA HA HA HA HA