Strangest Experience: “It’s Because You Are Possessed”…

Strangest Experience:       “It’s Because You Are Possessed”…


I have been having the strangest experience for the past several weeks.


I’ve went back over, and over to my photos… my ‘still’ photos only to find the same thing.  I called Skip to come look… just to see if it’s my imagination!


Some of them move!  I am going to put one of the photos on here that is moving… to see if it will move.  If it does… let me know!


The photo changes position just as if I’m changing position… my smile will stop smiling… then, smile again.  It repeats itself over and over…


So, this is a test… to ‘see if it’ll do it for you’… like it continuously does for me!  Let me know!




Photos Below:






Now… I have put 3 of the photos that keep moving… like I’m a ‘puppet’… ‘I move this

way, that way’.  If someone ‘knows why these still photos move while the others stay still’…. please tell me.


Skip said, “It’s because you are possessed”.  :)))

I Heard Myself Crying…

I Heard Myself Crying

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee

This morning I was very upset, crying because on my answering machine I was listening to a message … I was hearing the voices of my cousin Linda Lou… and the voice of a friend named Kennie.

What they were saying was awful… I stood there listening, I began to cry.  I called Skip to ‘please, please come here’ to listen to what they were saying.

It wasn’t nice at all… Linda Lou began the conversation and I could tell she was very disappointed in me… why?

Then, Kennie began to talk and this is what he said “Gloria, just tell us about it.  I saw you in the rest area … you were trying to sell sex there.”

As I stood there, I was thinking how was I doing that when it’s been some time since I’ve been in a rest area (not selling sex, either!) on the interstate.  I just began to cry… do you know ‘why’?

Because I was thinking sometimes people will think what they want, it doesn’t matter if you are innocent or …. not.

My cousin lives in Oregon… how could she know it’s not true.  Kennie, our friend, lives in North Carolina…. he drives a truck and frequents rest areas on a regular basis… ‘if he saw me, that means it must have been me’… right?

I heard Skip’s voice asking me “are you alright, are you alright?”  I was crying and trying to speak to him at the same time.  I opened my eyes, I heard myself… crying.

Thank-God… it was just a bad dream.