Comments by "Gen Ohmni" (@KingOhmni) on "Haunted Locations 1: Vermont" video.

  1. Yeah man. Science knows not all the answers.
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  2. Oh but now you are just tickling my balls and frankly. Synchronicity much? My friend not long ago gave me a book called Haunted Middlesbrough which is my hometown. And here is one of my preferred Youtubers with a short haunted vidya on his neck of the woods. My Northern English hometown is a post industrial revolution town that is larger than some cities but never did quite get the status of city thanks to something about not having a cathedral so only a nod of The Crown can approve such a recognition of city status. A constitutional quirk but nevertheless it was founded on the discovery of iron ore in Eston Hills; the shadow of which I grew up in, circa 1830 and it quickly became a hub of pretty much everything of that era one can imagine in an industrial capacity. Iron/coal/thermite/nitro-glycerin/polymers/various oxides/building materials/Transporter Bridges. The last being what Middlesbrough was arguably most well known for. My immediate grand-parent demographic built pretty much all of them in indus-rev flat pack and there are only two left in the world. The Sydney Harbor Bridge and The Transporter Bridge in my Northern English neck of the woods which has been kept mainly as a cultural icon. But enough of that. Let's talk hauntings! (This could take a while/as long as I can be arsed and protein based memory entropy has to be taken into accont...as well as me being fairly drunk and stoned just now,)
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  3. So. First I'll go with my greatest annoyance, tampered and then discarded proof of something supranatural but seeing as I lack the physical proof thanks to familial malfeasance/lack of concern I do not have the item concerned in my possession. Regardless. This is the story of the Kitchen Knife. My brother had a flat in a council house flat block from about 2003-8 and I would go over there and smoke some weed on the down low from the parents. Such was life was back then. It was a some 20 year old building to my knowledge so one would not suspect anything major however my hometown suffered hard from Britian's decline as an industrial power even as it retained some of the best output materials in the world into the 1990s with ICI but to relate it to America. You know that neglected rust belt that voted Trump? Yeah. That's Boro (Middlesbrough) . Except compounded by decades worth of the same problem that was glossed over by successive governments ever since the fall of The Empire and American dominance of Markets that preceded it. Not forgetting two world wars but anyway. This flat block was on social benefits aka The Dole or the JSA (Jobseekers Allowance) and situated in an area of hardened drug use and general criminality. Smack heads and their paraphernalia were common in the entrance of the building itself and one or two elderly tenants that had the misfortune to be placed there over two decades had died as well as a junkie or two. Beyond that there was little to explain the following.(1 of 2).
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  4. So one time I am over there for the weekend and there had always been some good ol bumps in the night but they were compounded by smack heads trying the front door to see if they could just walk in (muh white privilege!) so I will confess it was a naturally jumpy atmosphere however we had experience of the supernatural from the family home we grew up in.However there is a difference from a bump in the stairwell of two skip rats fucking or a rattle of a doorknob at the front door and something moving in the kitchen/bathroom that causes the normally fearless(as in fire licking stupid) dog to cower and whine. That is your setting. A night full of that, weed, computer games (Return To Castle Wolfenstein FTW) and shit on TV. Few trips to the one floor plan bathroom were made on that particular night I am talking about but it is the next night that is of the greatest interest but alas, twas before I owned a phone that could take picture let alone impress the value of evidence onto my older brothers. (Con't)
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  5. It's the next morning after an okay sleep even if it was interrupted by an unusual amount of bumps in the night; on the cushions of the furniture I laid out to sleep on when over and my brother goes into the kitchen for his morning bucket. Not sure what you yanks would call that but it's a plastic bottle with the bottom cut off placed in a receptacle of water and you place a chillum/gauze/foil over the mouthpiece of the bottle and put some weed in it before burning it as you raise the bottle. So older bro goes to do that but comes back into the living room ashen faced but with no coughing and says. "You're gonna wanna see this before I touch it." So I go into the kitchen and see a meat carving knife laid out beside the mop bucket on the kitchen counter which held the Bucket. When I looked closer it had 5 distinct tear marks along the cutting edge. Tear marks. I mean that and it's why I am pissed that my bros just ground it down and kept using it and then threw it away when it proved shitty. Honest to good it looked liked something had taken forefinger and thumb, placed the cutting edge between them, and pulled upwards until the metal stretched and tore away. By that I mean you could see where the metal had deformed and then simply sheared leaving an unnaturally curved edge, five times and in smaller sections from the bottom to the top of the blade. I swear if I had that blade had not been fucked with it could have been tested and came back with. something pulled on this metal until it stretched and snapped in a way a human without tools could not. In a very securely locked flat with 3 everyday dudes that smoked some weed. And that's not the only thing that happened in that flat nor in my life but it is the one thing that could have yielded some very physical evidence for there was not so much as some tin snips in that flat let alone a vice to hold the blade to be worked on and again even if any of the 3 brothers had the strength to deform a blade like that alone the motive. We were all believers after all. So there ya go. Kudos if you got this far and there's a substantial amount more from that flat, my own childhood in the family home and some stories I have picked up along the way. If ya want it:P
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  6. I think's time for a jaunt on /X. This has got me hankering after some spooky vibes.
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