u/Slow_Cartoonist_9877

I’ve got like 300 hours in this game and I still can’t reliably commit feint combos to muscle memory. I can’t predict tricky bullshit and I can’t keep track of specific types of dodge attacks. Warmonger literally fucks me every time with her weird ass dodge attack they extends beyond the norm.

I get fucking destroyed by stuff I should be able to deal with at this point. Am I alone? This game is frustrating the longer I play it. I feel absolutely stupid.

(Original post in in r/Paranormal. https://www.reddit.com/r/Paranormal/s/myIy1urVRr)I need to provide a bit of context to this post, and I want to make sure that it’s not considered rule breaking by posting a “follow up” because years ago I attempted to provide one and it was immediately removed.

I posted an experience a few years ago about seeing an apparition or “shadow being” in my closet that really fucked my life up. I dropped everything and lived with a friend for a while that was supportive but also concerned I was experiencing a mental breakdown/hallucination.

I stayed away from the home I purchased for a bit over a month before I had the nerve to return and carry on with my life. This month long hiatus financially fucked me and almost caused me to lose my job and file for bankruptcy.

Anyway. Context established.

It’s still here. I know it’s here because I’ve heard the damn thing every week or so. It taps rhythmically. It rattles the doorknob occasionally like a child that can’t quite figure out how to use it, but maybe it’s just messing with me.

Last night was different though. It wasn’t in that closet anymore. I saw it again. I was standing in the kitchen, around 12-1am and I was drunkenly cooking an omelette with leftover steak and some frozen hash browns.

It stood in my bedroom doorway. I glanced over and there it was. Just like before. Shadow in a physical form.

I immediately just screamed “NO” closed my eyes and said something like “holy fucking shit noooooo”. With my eyes closed I walked in the opposite direction towards the garage because ?? No idea I was just fucking terrified. I stood in the garage and smoked cigarettes and drank beers from the garage fridge attempting to reason with myself and do “something” about it. What the fuck can you really do though? It’s still here. It doesn’t hurt me. It just scares the shit out of me.

When I returned inside, drunk as all hell, there was obviously nothing there anymore. I think I was too fucked up to care anymore and just collapsed on my bed fully clothed and passed out.

That’s it. That’s my latest experience with the bullshit.

Original post is titled “Okay, Ghosts are real.” I’m really sorry if I’m breaking any rules with this update. I’m using a separate account, but I can guarantee I am the OP.

I need to provide a bit of context to this post, and I want to make sure that it’s not considered rule breaking by posting a “follow up” because years ago I attempted to provide one and it was immediately removed.

I posted an experience a few years ago about seeing an apparition or “shadow being” in my closet that really fucked my life up. I dropped everything and lived with a friend for a while that was supportive but also concerned I was experiencing a mental breakdown/hallucination.

I stayed away from the home I purchased for a bit over a month before I had the nerve to return and carry on with my life. This month long hiatus financially fucked me and almost caused me to lose my job and file for bankruptcy.

Anyway. Context established.

It’s still here. I know it’s here because I’ve heard the damn thing every week or so. It taps rhythmically. It rattles the doorknob occasionally like a child that can’t quite figure out how to use it, but maybe it’s just messing with me.

Last night was different though. It wasn’t in that closet anymore. I saw it again. I was standing in the kitchen, around 12-1am and I was drunkenly cooking an omelette with leftover steak and some frozen hash browns.

It stood in my bedroom doorway. I glanced over and there it was. Just like before. Shadow in a physical form.

I immediately just screamed “NO” closed my eyes and said something like “holy fucking shit noooooo”. With my eyes closed I walked in the opposite direction towards the garage because ?? No idea I was just fucking terrified. I stood in the garage and smoked cigarettes and drank beers from the garage fridge attempting to reason with myself and do “something” about it. What the fuck can you really do though? It’s still here. It doesn’t hurt me. It just scares the shit out of me.

When I returned inside, drunk as all hell, there was obviously nothing there anymore. I think I was too fucked up to care anymore and just collapsed on my bed fully clothed and passed out.

That’s it. That’s my latest experience with the bullshit.

Original post is titled “Okay, Ghosts are real.” I’m really sorry if I’m breaking any rules with this update. I’m using a separate account, but I can guarantee I am the OP.

I used to live in rural Montgomery County Texas in 1986. The property was 3 acres and bordering the Sam Houston National Forest. At around 14 or 15 years old a friend and I used to have fun walking out deep into the woods beyond the property until we couldn’t hear anything but the eerie quiet of the sticks during a cold winter evening.

We would bring backpacks full of basic camping supplies and set up a little area to make a fire and cook whatever we could find while drinking stolen alcohol from dad’s cabin, smoke dirt weed, and pretend we were “lost in the woods”.

On one of these nights we were joking around having fun and started talking about Bigfoot and how amazing it would be to see one. (We were both fans of cryptozoology and had our minds blown by the Patterson Gymlan footage.) My buddy jokingly stood up, charged toward a tree line and started beating his chest and screaming like a gorilla very loudly.

What followed still makes all the hairs on my back stand up, because something responded deep in the woods that sounded like a (for lack of a better description) GIANT fucking animal that screamed/groaned so loudly it sounded like it came out of a megaphone. It was immediately recognizable as not human and we both froze in horror. The scream was followed by what sounded like a loud BANG like a large branch crashing against the ground or maybe a tree.

When I say we ran 3 miles home in pure terror I mean we SPRINTED the fuck out of there.

It sounded exactly like some of the alleged Sasquatch audio recordings you can find around the internet, but in person you could feel the bass in your chest. Absolutely horrifying.

I’ve been utterly fascinated in the phenomenon since.

You fellas are cringe though so I’ll just keep suffering alone.