love the more relaxed videos. you should make more q and a videos. I also love the idea of you making videos on myth/academic stuff but them just being chatty, like not a research paper vibe just a convo that might have flaws in it but nbd
I miss chatty videos, I have some planned for my third channel www.youtube.com/@ScholarsShelf because there are no worries about silly things like algorithms
I love how openly you speak about your dyslexia. I know that the struggle is distinct for individual, dyslexic people, but I recognize myself in the troubles you've described. Your candor on the subject is no small source of comfort, and it begs for emulation. I am a person for whom previous employment has obliged the learning of several languages; I am also dyslexic. Throughout my life, I have written and presented my work as a matter of personal and professional survival. I have also suffered for it. Sometimes this is more from the perception of peers, but the inherent difficulties of dyslexia never, themselves, cease. My embarrassment over the number times it took correctly spell "themselves" is proof enough of that. This ever present strain is always visible to others. Though, experience tells me that the nature of this strain is seldom understood by those undaunted by its constant tax. When it is understood, it is seldom charitably received. Despite this, writing and language continue to predominate my life, and I respect the ever-loving Hell out of other dyslexics with similar passions. Casual reading is not an affordance we possess, less so: casual composition. For those of us whose very brains rebel against the task of reading, to embrace the written word, it is not an act of fancy. It is a passion, born of the passions. We are cursed by a thorn in our flesh, yes, but blessed by the divine mania to subdue it. Whatever absolute exhaustion dyslexia can bring, if you are dyslexic and you love writing, then you bear the surety of your passion. You do not write by accident.
As a teen I regularly felt a bony finger dig into my neck in one particular house we lived in back in the 1980s. The previous occupant had died of throat cancer. 40 years on I have never forgotten it and the feeling of malice that accompanied it.
I myself don't believe in ghosts either but that being said there is one incident that happened around 5 years ago that still can't explain and often just run it as sleep paralysis or something. So one night I was having a really hard time going to sleep it would be one of those nights where one lays there exhausted but unable to sleep. At some point I shifted to my right side facing the wall hoping that it might help and it did a little in helping me sleep but out of nowhere I began to feel the mattress moving in my back. The way it moved was similar to the way a bed moves when someone else gets in bed beside you... Honestly the best way I could explain it. At this point I completely froze out fear followed by just a few seconds slowly feeling what felt the body weight of someone resting on my left shoulder as if someone was leaning into my ear and sure enough I not only heard an exhale but also felt a warm heat in my ear. I jolted underneath my blanket in a rush of panic and looked all over but nothing was there. Again I want to believe it was either exhaustion or sleep paralysis but safe to say I just decided to stay awake the rest of the night with the TV on.
@Computra if could afford it I would have😅 luckily it only ever happened that one time so that's why I wanna say it was either exhaustion or sleep paralysis.
If you want to delve deeper into "fantasy" about this phenomenon, look into creatures called the Dero or Djero, written about by a man named Richard Shaver (his real name). You can read his main story for free on the internet called I Remember Lemuria. It doesn't contain the embellishments of the copyrighted book based on this story.
Could have been hypnagogic hallucination: that's fairly common. I remember once, over 40 years ago, I was falling asleep, when a sepulchral voice spoke in my ear, *"I Am The Walrus."* It freaked me out for quite a while.
@@Lucius1958 could be, although I do like the idea of a ghost being a walrus. That sounds kinda funny. But I'm sure at the time it could be frightening regardless.
Will Gervais did a review of neuroscientific studies (“Perceiving Minds and Gods: How Mind Perception Enables, Constrains, and Is Triggered by Belief in Gods”) on how theistic belief in deities or spirits activates the same psychological process (“mind perception” or “mentalizing”) that we use to detect and relate with other humans and animals, and is linked to prosocial behaviors. I was raised by secular agnostics and was an atheist punk until I converted to Hinduism due to many contributing factors, and at this point I've had so many spiritual experiences that to disbelieve would be willful ignorance - though I understand how being raised in a materialistic culture predisposes people to materialistic worldviews.
I worked with a ghost, but I don't call it (him) a ghost. I don't know hat he was. For over 2 years, I worked 3rd shift at a sheet metal factory, and usually, worked with one other person. I wasn't the only person who would see the apparition. If I didn't see it, at least, twice a night, I was a little disappointed. It would appear in my peripheral vision, but when I panned my vision to focus on it, it would vanish. It usually hung out around the bathrooms and the drinking fountain. One day, I was talking with my coworker while getting a drink of water only to realize that my coworker wasn't the one behind me waiting for his turn to get a drink. In my most clear sighting of the apparition, it was standing behind a factory shelf with only its upper torso not blocked by the gap between the racks. It had it's arms folded, and I think it was Caucasian. It lowered its arms and vanished. I could usually sense its presence when it was around. It seemed interested in what we did. I don't call it a ghost, because I can imagine non ethereal or non esoteric scientific explanations, such as early experiments in future time travel, in which, the traveler can only partially travel, or be out of phase. That was 20 years ago, and I'm sure that to this day, anyone working there on third shift knows the apparition.
I was so pleased to hear that my favorite book, Moby Dick, is also yours. I really enjoy your videos and reviews. You're beautiful, charming and very intelligent and it's nice to know there're two if us in the world - LOL - just kidding (about me, that is) can't wait for your journey to the next level of The Inferno.
Hello there Thank you for this fun little video. If it's any help to you, I've had 14 "prophecies" as I call them (basically I see the near future in quite good detail and it's always been right, though I misread one of them). Which also means it's rather nice to know that someone else has had something similar. With the scren stuff, do you use a blue-light filter? I found it helps quite a bit for me. Until the next video and I hope your mental health is easing up a bit on you (particuarly since mine doesn't atm)
It was great to learn more of your personal background, you are a very unique individual. I have enjoyed James Hogg's, Confessions of a Justified Sinner, for the Scots dilect rendered in English.
I only belief in Ghosts when it's dark outside. Because that's how logical logic works. /sarcasm Also I really like your laid back chatty videos with minimal scripting. Your mood is very infectious whenever you "ramble" about a topic.
Couldn't help thinking of a quote from Don Marquis' _archy and mehitabel_ . Roughly remembered, it went like this: *no i don't believe in ghosts* *and if you had known as many of them as i have* *you wouldn't believe in them either* (For those unfamiliar with the source, archy was the soul of a vers libre poet, reincarnated as a cockroach) ::
I agree with you on Frankenstein. I was very disappointed with that book. However, I did enjoy Dracula. I agree that Jamaica Inn and Rebecca are great books but I actually prefer Rebecca over Jamaica Inn although it is close. Dorian Gray is wonderful and one I reread on occasion. A more recent gothic novel I have enjoyed that you may want to read for your asylum research, if you haven't already, is the Mad Woman's Ball, by Victoria Mas.
I had a bit of a similar dream like yours last year. My ex wife & I used to go to Skegness for our holidays and near Chapel St Leonards there's a bench overlooking the sea. When my ex wife was a kid she used to go there with her Grandma and eat fish & chips there, so everytime we went, we'd do the same. Just for context we split up back in 2014 & I haven't spoke to or seen her since then. Anyway last year I kept having this dream for about a week where we were at that bench looking over the sea. I don't ever remember any talking or anything, but when I woke up I always felt like something bad had happened to her or she was in trouble. About a month later I found out her mum had died around the time I was having these dreams. This doesn't really happen to me, it's more my sister who had these kind of dreams about people.
Don’t get in your head about pronunciation, please. There are other TH-camrs I adore who famously mispronounce words in every video regularly and nobody cares and it’s endearing. You’re already doing something that the majority of people don’t dare to try, TH-cam. Just apply that same courage and give the uncomfortable a go and embrace it, just own the fact it’s going to happen. It’s a thing, it’s going to be a thing. People can suck it up. The only people who are going to complain are the same small people who correct the comment section for spelling mistakes and have nothing better going on. You are amaz-a-balls, never forget that! Yes please on Victorian mourning. I have studied the topic in depth and as a costume design student did most of my work revolving around the subject. I collect antique mourning clothing, jewelry, and other miscellaneous mourning goods. Including books! From the housewife’s magazines like The Ladies Companion or Goodies with fashion plates, sewing patterns, and the dos and don’ts of mourning fashion. Things like “Bog Oak or Black Jett, when is it time to shine again?“ The American Civil War era mourning guidebooks, mostly for women which have spiritual aspects to comfort in their grief. I got a jump on this before it became popular, and started as a morbid child who was also obsessed with Anne of Green Gables in the early eighties, all things Victorian and Edwardian. I was fortunate to have parents who indulged my interests.
I have a ghosty experience where at 12 after 2 weeks of sleeping at my nan's along with my parents so she wasn't alone after my grandad died I was in bed reading as usual when I felt someone sit on the end of my bed and I thought it was my parents coming to say goodnight and I hadnt heard or seen them since the book blocked my view of the door and path the my bed but they didnt say anything and I thought it was strange. Then I felt an animal jump on my bed that was bigger than my cat but we had no other pets so what else could it be. Then after a while of them not speaking I moved by book to ask them why they weren't saying anything and there was nothing there. No person or pet. I think it was my grandad and boxer dog who died when I was little saying goodbye, but it was probably just a manifestation due to grief as it was my first big loss. Anyway that's my story, enjoy.
I had a potentially supernatural encounter when I was a student. I had a leafleting job and I was doing a block of flats. These flats consisted of groups of six flats on three levels, so two front doors on each floor. The stairs that accessed them were encased in glass panelling so you could see all the other stairs and doors around you. Just happening to glance to my right, in the stairwell I had just come from, I saw a person. They were completely in shadow, just a pitch black silhouette. There were two details that stood out. Firstly, the figure seemed to be dressed like Humphrey Bogart in The Maltese Falcon (or Inspector Gadget, if you prefer). And it was leaning over the rail, up against the window, seemingly very interested in me. I deposited my leaflets then turned to go . . . I noticed the figure had disappeared. Which was odd. It could not have taken more than a few moments to insert the leaflets. Remember, the stairs were encased in glass, which meant if that person was descending the stairs I should still have clearly seen them. Even if they were going back into their flat they ought still to have been rummaging for their keys. But, nothing. It had vanished in an instant. I had already leafleted that block so I didn't worry about it. I got on with the rest of my stupid round. But something kept niggling me. Finally I realised what it was. Between the entrance stairs on my block and the block the figure was, there stood a lamppost. It was dark and the lamppost was glowing. There was no way this figure could have been enshrouded in shadow the way it was, with a lamppost shining directly on it. That person ought to have been lit up like a Christmas tree in the glow of the streetlight. What was it I saw? The lack of light alone defied the laws of physics, not to mention the way it disappeared in seconds. Internet culture has popularised the 'shadow man' and the 'hat man', which according to the accounts I believe is what I saw, even down to the fedora hat and the great interest being taken in the witness. But here's the thing. This happened in 1992 (I'm old). The internet had not yet become a public resource and Reddit, Facebook and TH-cam were years in the future. The similarity of my description with other more recent, alleged witnesses suggests that this is a real phenomenon. Sorry, maybe a boring story. But a true one.
I was surfing today, we are getting cold weather. Do you surf?/. Well,i love surfing then going to used book stores and finding new books. Downey Californa. Frank Martinez ❤❤❤❤
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller is the only Greek retailing is the only one that’s is good. Circe is on my TBR list. My mum had to stop reading Pat Barker’s feminist retelling of the Trojan war because they kept saying Come on guys. As a woman who’s a feminist and loves Greek Myth we can acknowledge that they are stories written by men where the women meet terrible fates. But it says a lot about Ancient Greek society. Can we please stop putting modern ideas onto people living in the past
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I love the curled up on the chair with a dog vids. Very cozy. Very casual.
The lady on the bench at the beach is definitely cause for thought. I love that you try to apply logic to the situation.
love the more relaxed videos. you should make more q and a videos. I also love the idea of you making videos on myth/academic stuff but them just being chatty, like not a research paper vibe just a convo that might have flaws in it but nbd
I miss chatty videos, I have some planned for my third channel www.youtube.com/@ScholarsShelf because there are no worries about silly things like algorithms
I love how openly you speak about your dyslexia.
I know that the struggle is distinct for individual, dyslexic people, but I recognize myself in the troubles you've described. Your candor on the subject is no small source of comfort, and it begs for emulation.
I am a person for whom previous employment has obliged the learning of several languages; I am also dyslexic.
Throughout my life, I have written and presented my work as a matter of personal and professional survival.
I have also suffered for it. Sometimes this is more from the perception of peers, but the inherent difficulties of dyslexia never, themselves, cease. My embarrassment over the number times it took correctly spell "themselves" is proof enough of that.
This ever present strain is always visible to others. Though, experience tells me that the nature of this strain is seldom understood by those undaunted by its constant tax. When it is understood, it is seldom charitably received.
Despite this, writing and language continue to predominate my life, and I respect the ever-loving Hell out of other dyslexics with similar passions. Casual reading is not an affordance we possess, less so: casual composition.
For those of us whose very brains rebel against the task of reading, to embrace the written word, it is not an act of fancy. It is a passion, born of the passions. We are cursed by a thorn in our flesh, yes, but blessed by the divine mania to subdue it.
Whatever absolute exhaustion dyslexia can bring, if you are dyslexic and you love writing, then you bear the surety of your passion.
You do not write by accident.
As a teen I regularly felt a bony finger dig into my neck in one particular house we lived in back in the 1980s.
The previous occupant had died of throat cancer.
40 years on I have never forgotten it and the feeling of malice that accompanied it.
Happy Hallowe'en Cinzia. Lots of happiness for you and your lovely pups.
Thank you for making a wonderful video
My pleasure!
I myself don't believe in ghosts either but that being said there is one incident that happened around 5 years ago that still can't explain and often just run it as sleep paralysis or something.
So one night I was having a really hard time going to sleep it would be one of those nights where one lays there exhausted but unable to sleep. At some point I shifted to my right side facing the wall hoping that it might help and it did a little in helping me sleep but out of nowhere I began to feel the mattress moving in my back. The way it moved was similar to the way a bed moves when someone else gets in bed beside you... Honestly the best way I could explain it. At this point I completely froze out fear followed by just a few seconds slowly feeling what felt the body weight of someone resting on my left shoulder as if someone was leaning into my ear and sure enough I not only heard an exhale but also felt a warm heat in my ear.
I jolted underneath my blanket in a rush of panic and looked all over but nothing was there. Again I want to believe it was either exhaustion or sleep paralysis but safe to say I just decided to stay awake the rest of the night with the TV on.
That is freaky af! I think I would have moved....like that night.
@Computra if could afford it I would have😅 luckily it only ever happened that one time so that's why I wanna say it was either exhaustion or sleep paralysis.
If you want to delve deeper into "fantasy" about this phenomenon, look into creatures called the Dero or Djero, written about by a man named Richard Shaver (his real name). You can read his main story for free on the internet called I Remember Lemuria. It doesn't contain the embellishments of the copyrighted book based on this story.
Could have been hypnagogic hallucination: that's fairly common.
I remember once, over 40 years ago, I was falling asleep, when a sepulchral voice spoke in my ear, *"I Am The Walrus."*
It freaked me out for quite a while.
@@Lucius1958 could be, although I do like the idea of a ghost being a walrus. That sounds kinda funny. But I'm sure at the time it could be frightening regardless.
Don't blame you about Edinburgh. I visited there 14 years ago, and I loved it.
Thank you so much for answering all our questions Cinzia!
You are so welcome!
that plant with the big striped leaves is so beautiful!
Oh my gosh, The Withered Arm. I remember reading it at school too and we watched the film. I found it so creepy! Memory/nightmare unlocked 😂
Always nice to see a friendly face Cinzia! 🤗
Will Gervais did a review of neuroscientific studies (“Perceiving Minds and Gods: How Mind Perception Enables, Constrains, and Is Triggered by Belief in Gods”) on how theistic belief in deities or spirits activates the same psychological process (“mind perception” or “mentalizing”) that we use to detect and relate with other humans and animals, and is linked to prosocial behaviors. I was raised by secular agnostics and was an atheist punk until I converted to Hinduism due to many contributing factors, and at this point I've had so many spiritual experiences that to disbelieve would be willful ignorance - though I understand how being raised in a materialistic culture predisposes people to materialistic worldviews.
I worked with a ghost, but I don't call it (him) a ghost. I don't know hat he was. For over 2 years, I worked 3rd shift at a sheet metal factory, and usually, worked with one other person. I wasn't the only person who would see the apparition. If I didn't see it, at least, twice a night, I was a little disappointed. It would appear in my peripheral vision, but when I panned my vision to focus on it, it would vanish. It usually hung out around the bathrooms and the drinking fountain. One day, I was talking with my coworker while getting a drink of water only to realize that my coworker wasn't the one behind me waiting for his turn to get a drink. In my most clear sighting of the apparition, it was standing behind a factory shelf with only its upper torso not blocked by the gap between the racks. It had it's arms folded, and I think it was Caucasian. It lowered its arms and vanished. I could usually sense its presence when it was around. It seemed interested in what we did. I don't call it a ghost, because I can imagine non ethereal or non esoteric scientific explanations, such as early experiments in future time travel, in which, the traveler can only partially travel, or be out of phase. That was 20 years ago, and I'm sure that to this day, anyone working there on third shift knows the apparition.
Thank you for this video
No problem 😊
I really enjoyed this Q&A Cinzia. A very pleasant suprise to come home to after my morning walK!
Glad you enjoyed it!
what a snug looking reading nook! Looking wonderful Cinzia 🙂 I've been enjoying your diverse topics lately.
Happy Halloween for tomorrow 🎃🖤🕸️⚰️🦇🐦⬛🥀☠️💀
I'm glad your eyes got a rest, and I'm glad she didn't die. You work so hard.
I'm currently reading The Secret History. I'm halfway through it and putting off finishing it because I don't want it to end
There’s something quite alluring about a Lady in her Library…
I really like her manner of speech.
I was so pleased to hear that my favorite book, Moby Dick, is also yours. I really enjoy your videos and reviews. You're beautiful, charming and very intelligent and it's nice to know there're two if us in the world - LOL - just kidding (about me, that is) can't wait for your journey to the next level of The Inferno.
Hello there
Thank you for this fun little video. If it's any help to you, I've had 14 "prophecies" as I call them (basically I see the near future in quite good detail and it's always been right, though I misread one of them). Which also means it's rather nice to know that someone else has had something similar.
With the scren stuff, do you use a blue-light filter? I found it helps quite a bit for me.
Until the next video and I hope your mental health is easing up a bit on you (particuarly since mine doesn't atm)
Always a pleasure. Thanks for a great start to Halloween!
It was great to learn more of your personal background, you are a very unique individual. I have enjoyed James Hogg's, Confessions of a Justified Sinner, for the Scots dilect rendered in English.
The Withered Arm is still creepy!! Edgar Allen Poe is another one - especially The Fall of the House of Usher!
Dark lit, over halfway through and no mention of the guys from miskatonic university... Nowt about Cthulhu, wozzat all about, don't it count?
I only belief in Ghosts when it's dark outside. Because that's how logical logic works. /sarcasm
Also I really like your laid back chatty videos with minimal scripting. Your mood is very infectious whenever you "ramble" about a topic.
PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!
A good episode. Glad that you could relax for a while.
I enjoyed Frankenstein but also found Dracula wanting.
Couldn't help thinking of a quote from Don Marquis' _archy and mehitabel_ . Roughly remembered, it went like this:
*no i don't believe in ghosts*
*and if you had known as many of them as i have*
*you wouldn't believe in them either*
(For those unfamiliar with the source, archy was the soul of a vers libre poet, reincarnated as a cockroach)
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Happy Halloween 🎃
This was a fun video. While I enjoy your videos, it was nice to have an informal “chat”. Thanks for this..
Thanks so much for another great video!
Hello Cinzia, long time I didn't drop in, hope you're doing well!
I agree with you on Frankenstein. I was very disappointed with that book. However, I did enjoy Dracula. I agree that Jamaica Inn and Rebecca are great books but I actually prefer Rebecca over Jamaica Inn although it is close. Dorian Gray is wonderful and one I reread on occasion. A more recent gothic novel I have enjoyed that you may want to read for your asylum research, if you haven't already, is the Mad Woman's Ball, by Victoria Mas.
I definitely believe in ghosts. My childhood house was indeed haunted when my grandmother passed away.📚☕👻🍁🍂🎃
Loved this more personal video, very cool
I had a bit of a similar dream like yours last year. My ex wife & I used to go to Skegness for our holidays and near Chapel St Leonards there's a bench overlooking the sea. When my ex wife was a kid she used to go there with her Grandma and eat fish & chips there, so everytime we went, we'd do the same. Just for context we split up back in 2014 & I haven't spoke to or seen her since then. Anyway last year I kept having this dream for about a week where we were at that bench looking over the sea. I don't ever remember any talking or anything, but when I woke up I always felt like something bad had happened to her or she was in trouble. About a month later I found out her mum had died around the time I was having these dreams. This doesn't really happen to me, it's more my sister who had these kind of dreams about people.
Have a happy Hallows Eve.🌹💗🌹
Happy Halloween! Popular Fiction - but, do you enjoy Anne Rice’s Novels? Luv. Interview with the Vampire - one of my favorite Films.
Your voice is so beautiful!
We share a birthday, and I just wanted to say Happy Life Anniversary!
Don’t get in your head about pronunciation, please. There are other TH-camrs I adore who famously mispronounce words in every video regularly and nobody cares and it’s endearing. You’re already doing something that the majority of people don’t dare to try, TH-cam. Just apply that same courage and give the uncomfortable a go and embrace it, just own the fact it’s going to happen. It’s a thing, it’s going to be a thing. People can suck it up. The only people who are going to complain are the same small people who correct the comment section for spelling mistakes and have nothing better going on. You are
amaz-a-balls, never forget that! Yes please on Victorian mourning. I have studied the topic in depth and as a costume design student did most of my work revolving around the subject. I collect antique mourning clothing, jewelry, and other miscellaneous mourning goods. Including books! From the housewife’s magazines like The Ladies Companion or Goodies with fashion plates, sewing patterns, and the dos and don’ts of mourning fashion. Things like “Bog Oak or Black Jett, when is it time to shine again?“ The American Civil War era mourning guidebooks, mostly for women which have spiritual aspects to comfort in their grief. I got a jump on this before it became popular, and started as a morbid child who was also obsessed with Anne of Green Gables in the early eighties, all things Victorian and Edwardian. I was fortunate to have parents who indulged my interests.
I have a ghosty experience where at 12 after 2 weeks of sleeping at my nan's along with my parents so she wasn't alone after my grandad died I was in bed reading as usual when I felt someone sit on the end of my bed and I thought it was my parents coming to say goodnight and I hadnt heard or seen them since the book blocked my view of the door and path the my bed but they didnt say anything and I thought it was strange. Then I felt an animal jump on my bed that was bigger than my cat but we had no other pets so what else could it be. Then after a while of them not speaking I moved by book to ask them why they weren't saying anything and there was nothing there. No person or pet. I think it was my grandad and boxer dog who died when I was little saying goodbye, but it was probably just a manifestation due to grief as it was my first big loss. Anyway that's my story, enjoy.
Scotch Bonnet Pepper on my Pizza 🍕 Crust. Wolfsburg for the yum
Good evening Cinzia
I had a potentially supernatural encounter when I was a student.
I had a leafleting job and I was doing a block of flats. These flats consisted of groups of six flats on three levels, so two front doors on each floor. The stairs that accessed them were encased in glass panelling so you could see all the other stairs and doors around you. Just happening to glance to my right, in the stairwell I had just come from, I saw a person. They were completely in shadow, just a pitch black silhouette. There were two details that stood out. Firstly, the figure seemed to be dressed like Humphrey Bogart in The Maltese Falcon (or Inspector Gadget, if you prefer). And it was leaning over the rail, up against the window, seemingly very interested in me.
I deposited my leaflets then turned to go . . . I noticed the figure had disappeared. Which was odd. It could not have taken more than a few moments to insert the leaflets. Remember, the stairs were encased in glass, which meant if that person was descending the stairs I should still have clearly seen them. Even if they were going back into their flat they ought still to have been rummaging for their keys. But, nothing. It had vanished in an instant.
I had already leafleted that block so I didn't worry about it. I got on with the rest of my stupid round. But something kept niggling me. Finally I realised what it was.
Between the entrance stairs on my block and the block the figure was, there stood a lamppost. It was dark and the lamppost was glowing.
There was no way this figure could have been enshrouded in shadow the way it was, with a lamppost shining directly on it. That person ought to have been lit up like a Christmas tree in the glow of the streetlight.
What was it I saw? The lack of light alone defied the laws of physics, not to mention the way it disappeared in seconds.
Internet culture has popularised the 'shadow man' and the 'hat man', which according to the accounts I believe is what I saw, even down to the fedora hat and the great interest being taken in the witness. But here's the thing.
This happened in 1992 (I'm old). The internet had not yet become a public resource and Reddit, Facebook and TH-cam were years in the future. The similarity of my description with other more recent, alleged witnesses suggests that this is a real phenomenon.
Sorry, maybe a boring story. But a true one.
Fun! Your hair looks great BTW.❤. Hope it's okay to say that.
Thank you, Leslie!
I was surfing today, we are getting cold weather. Do you surf?/. Well,i love surfing then going to used book stores and finding new books. Downey Californa. Frank Martinez ❤❤❤❤
How about Lord Dunsany?
Hello. I am a new subscriber and I love your content.
Samain blessings may your books stay dust free..📚🐛🕯️
I disliked Babel too lol! Glad to know I’m not the only one
A quick Google search claims Edinburgh as being considered a paranormal hotbed.
Or cold spot, if you will.
❤XOXO
👻- Boo!
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You just get more beautiful, it's crazy...
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The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller is the only Greek retailing is the only one that’s is good. Circe is on my TBR list. My mum had to stop reading Pat Barker’s feminist retelling of the Trojan war because they kept saying Come on guys.
As a woman who’s a feminist and loves Greek Myth we can acknowledge that they are stories written by men where the women meet terrible fates. But it says a lot about Ancient Greek society. Can we please stop putting modern ideas onto people living in the past
Rosies 🥵🥵🥵
cute
Halloween is cringe
I don't know might have to bang at the haunted house to find out.
Also, another excellent video!❤
Beautiful Cinzia! I know you don't like compliments, but hey😊
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