Projects "Up Dog"

Let me start by saying this post is for entertainment purposes only, not news. There has been speculation about the unusual fog. Unusual fog has been reported across the world. I saw someone who saw a top-secret documentary, Project "UP DOG".  It was application of fog to cause animals to increase in intelligence.  You have seen more and more pets talking in videos on ticktock.   The theory it once animals can fully talk then the will lead a take over of  USA.  This only a possible theory. I will continue to update you when I hear More. 

Story TIME: Doppelgänger.

This could be the most unusual story. Have you ever had people say they saw you in a place where you were not? This has happened to me on several occasions. It started in Cannon Beach. I was working, waiting tables at Conference World. Everything was normal. I got through my shift; we got everything cleaned up. It was about 9:15 PM. I was exhausted, so I laid down on my bed, still in my uniform—black slacks with a white button-down shirt. I was so tired. I had spent all my free time at bonfires and walking down the beach with friends. I chose this night to crash early. My roommate came in about 11 PM. I woke up when he came in. He said, "You're really rude this evening." I replied, "What are you talking about? I came straight from work." He said, "I saw you in my room and then fell asleep." He had a different story. After my work, he saw me walk to the bonfire and stand next to it, with a blank stare, just standing there, not speaking. He said he asked how I was doing. I said fine, evidently. Then that person walked out of sight down the beach. Same clothes and same everything. I told him it was not me. I didn't have sand in my shoes. I couldn't convince him it wasnnot me.  This happened many times well living there. People would claim saw me though out Cannon Beach.   Shop keepers would say  back again?  Evidently, I go in a store, look around great them. Look in some items, then how go away. Then a couple hours, I myself would go into the store and be looking around and they I decided to buy something guess I was back again. It was very disturbing.  There was no video security footage. I never saw him the other me.  There is no answer.  Did have to  do with the Haunted tunnel of my youth? 

Maby i will set A record! Stroke survivor

Hey all! The record on how many years one can go without a coffee date. Once again, if you like my blog, please follow me so you don't miss out on my content. I've been going on coffee dates for, I believe, six years now. And it's not for lack of trying. I've tried everything—new apps, grocery stores, in-person encounters, church. Yes, even God said, "I want you to date somebody," but I can only do so much. I hate that overused phrase: "You'll find her when you least expect her." Or, "Just work on yourself and magically, a woman will appear." Don't get me wrong, I am constantly working on myself, making myself a better person. And they also say, "It will happen because you're such a great person. Who could resist you?" I know I'm thoughtful, caring, loving, and generally a humble, awesome person. For those that don't know, I'm also a three-time stroke survivor. So people wait a minute, don't know how to react.When i'm a stroke survivor partially blind disabled, I can't drive anymore. People either treat me like.I have some disease, or they say, I'm so awesome for surviving, but in our hearts, they wouldn't date me. They just think i'm.That awesome person for why I went through . It felt so amazing. They would be calling up. They're singer friends and saying, yeah, I have a guy for you. He's so amazing.You have to, uh, go on a date with him. That has not happened in six years, no one.Here's my story and says, i'm gonna set you up with my friend. I feel i'm previous if uk castra stroke. Have a wonderful day. And be sure to check back to see if I have more post.

2 scarry true storys:Cannon Beach

Greetings! Another scary story. Please follow me and this blog. Once again, we are back in Cannon Beach, Oregon. I've never told this story before. I don't recall her name; this was told to me by her roommate. We were all working at a conference center in Cannon Beach. She had dabbled in the occult—nothing major. Then something happened that would forever change her. I will call her Kate. She was unhappy, despite being at the beach and working. She had a dark cloud hanging over her. She cried out, "Why me?" She stepped out from the whale park onto the beach. She cried and walked down toward the ocean. She loved burying her toes in the wet sand. The feeling of the sand made her feel a little better. Ecola Creek ran from the mountains to the ocean. It was only a couple of feet wide. She crossed over to North Beach. She knew it was a bad idea to go that far alone at night. Everything said, "Go back." It was like in horror movies when you want to shout, "Run!" She proceeded inland. She could see a bonfire. As she moved closer, a cold gust of wind sent shivers through her body. They were chanting, with horns and masks on. She turned around quickly and ran back to Conference Word.  She told her roommate the story. The next day  she went back.  As soon as she stepped into the sand she felt a burn. She thought someone burry a cole from a fire.  So she sifted through the sand trying to find the cold that had burnt her foot. There was nothing.  So she went to were the bonfire was. All that she could fined was a lot of animals bones. She went back. I think stayed at week or two and left for home. Can you really blame her? If you enjoy my bug, please follow my Blog so you don't mess out any new creepy stories or regular ones.   

Salutations ! Encore une histoire effrayante. Suivez-moi et ce blog. Une fois de plus, nous sommes de retour à Cannon Beach, dans l'Oregon. Je n'ai jamais raconté cette histoire auparavant. Je ne me souviens pas de son nom ; cela m'a été dit par sa colocataire. Nous travaillions tous dans un centre de conférence à Cannon Beach. Elle s'était essayée à l'occulte - rien de majeur. Puis quelque chose s'est passé qui allait la changer pour toujours. Je vais l'appeler Kate. Elle était malheureuse, bien qu'elle soit à la plage et qu'elle travaille. Elle avait un nuage sombre suspendu au-dessus d'elle. Elle s'est écriée : "Pourquoi moi ?" Elle sortit du parc à baleines sur la plage. Elle pleura et descendit vers l'océan. Elle aimait enterrer ses orteils dans le sable mouillé. La sensation du sable la faisait se sentir un peu mieux. Ecola Creek allait des montagnes à l'océan. Il ne faisait que quelques pieds de large. Elle a traversé jusqu'à North Beach. Elle savait que c'était une mauvaise idée d'aller aussi loin seule la nuit. Tout disait : "Retourne". C'était comme dans les films d'horreur quand vous voulez crier : " Cours ! " Elle s'est rendue à l'intérieur des terres. Elle pouvait voir un feu de joie. Alors qu'elle s'approchait, une rafale de vent froide a envoyé des frissons dans son corps. Ils chantaient, avec des cornes et des masques. Elle se retourna rapidement et courut vers Conference Word. Elle a raconté l'histoire à sa colocataire. Le lendemain, elle est revenue. Dès qu'elle est entrée dans le sable, elle a senti une brûlure. Elle pensait que quelqu'un enterrait un cole d'un incendie. Alors elle a tamisé le sable en essayant de trouver le froid qui lui avait brûlé le pied. Il n'y avait rien. Alors elle est allée à l'endroit où était le feu de joie. Tout ce qu'elle pouvait trouver, c'était beaucoup d'os d'animaux. Elle est revenue. Je pense que je suis resté à une semaine ou deux et je suis parti pour la maison. Pouvez-vous vraiment la blâmer ? Si vous aimez mon bug, s'il vous plaît suivez mon blog afin que vous ne gâchez pas de nouvelles histoires effrayantes ou

Cannon Beach Oregon Spooky story

I lived and worked in my early twenties. It was widely known as something you don't do. It was my first time living at the beach. My first fall there was beautiful; we would have bonfires, sit, and talk. It was so peaceful. Sometimes I felt like it was all an amazing dream. If you ever walk on the beach at night, you feel the wind. All you can hear is the wind and the crashing waves. Walking on the beach, the sand under my toes, I hoped it would last forever. You know, everything has its time. I was on the beach at night where the wet sand met the dry sand. I had heard the bonfire stories. The story is that when you are on the beach with no city lights, it will appear. You will hear whispers at first. Then you will hear someone call your name. I thought it was all bull. One night I was walking down the beach, far from the glow of the city lights. With only the moonlight, I was making my way. When I heard my name called, quietly at first, my thoughts were "Oh, shit." You know, you're turning around hoping it's the wind. So I turned around reluctantly. I saw the shadow figure smile and absorb itself straight into the sand. I was in shock!   I actually saw shadow thing. Then I chose  to get back to town as soon as possible.  There are things we don't understand. I will always wonder why me?

One Day I got flirted with at the park.

So last summer I was walking with my dad and his girlfriend in Chesterly Park when a woman jogging bumped into me. She took off her headphones and said sorry. I replied, "Have a wonderful day," and smiled; she smiled back. Then I kept walking for thirty seconds. Then I realized I should go back to see if I could talk to her again. So, with haste, I turned around.

I searched the park; she had gone. I tried being in the park every day, but I never saw her again.  #flirting  #storytime #chance encountered