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This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
Repost this if you truly believe in God.
Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends, please repost this into your profile:
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
Hey there my name is SamxJazzlover23, but you can call me Jessie. I've been writing for a little over 8 years now, it started off with getting rid of my anxiety and escalate from there. I am very friendly and love to get to know new people, although i'm shy at first once you get to know me i won't stop talking. Most of my story writings consist of Fandoms i liked at one point, i will still update them but currently i'm working on a couple new stories which are of my own creation instead of fan fictions.
If you'd like to talk you can reach me threw PM, or you can access my DA account which the username is below. Hope to talk to some of you and remember, never stop being creative and work to you're hardest.
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This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
The cookie gods are angry. You have stolen the last box of Oreo's! How could you?! They will hunt you down, for you are to dangerous to be left alive! Which sucks for you!
READ THIS UNTIL THE END!And Repost this!
A girl named Diane went to a party and stayed longer than she planned, and had to walk home.
She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked under the tall elm tree, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing as though he was waiting for her.
Diane became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been killed and raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she'd been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, Diane began to weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she'd seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told that he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
Diane was curious as to why the man hadn't attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered:
Because she wasn't alone.
She had two tall men walking on either side of her.
Amazingly, whether you believe it or not, you're never alone.
Did you know that 97 of teenagers won't stand up for God?
Repost if you truly believe in God.
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what.
"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father."
STAND UP FOR HIM!
51% of people won't repost this! :(
One day a little boy who was no more than five or six was with his grandma walking in a Target store. The little boy was buying a doll for his beloved sister.
He paid the cashier will all his money, but the cashier said, "I'm sorry. But you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
The little boy turned to his grandma. "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"
His grandmother replied, "Honey, you know you don't have enough money."
She left to go look around, but the little boy stayed, still clutching the doll. A man who had seen everything came up to him and asked,
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
"Don't worry, I'm sure Santa will bring her the doll," said the man.
The little boy shook his head. "No. Santa can't bring it to where she is now. I have to give it to my mommy so she can bring it to my sister."
He said sadly, "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy said that Mommy's going to see God very soon, too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her and give it to my sister."
The man's heart nearly stopped. The little boy continued, "I told Daddy to tell Mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed the man a very nice photo of him laughing. "I want my mommy to take a picture with me so she won't forget me. I love my mommy, but my daddy said that she has to go be with my little sister."
The little boy looked at the doll with very sad eyes. The man reached for his wallet.
"Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll."
"Okay," said the little boy, "I hope I do have enough."
The man added some money to the little boy's wallet when he wasn't looking. The little boy was so happy that he had enough.
"Oh, thank you God for giving me enough money!" said the little boy.
He looked at the man and said, "I asked God last night to give me enough money to buy this doll so I could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy my mommy a white rose, but I didn't dare ask God for too much. But I have enough money for both. My mommy loves white roses."
The little boy's grandma came back, and the man left with his basket. He had finished his shopping in a very different mood than when he'd started.
Two days later, a newspaper article read that a drunk driver had hit a car with a young woman and a little girl inside of it. The little girl died instantly, but the woman died just the day after.
Somehow the man knew that this was the mother and sister of the little boy. It also read that the funeral would take place the next day.
So the man went back to Target to get some white roses to pay his last respects for the woman and also the little girl.
At the funeral the next day, the woman was there in her coffin with a white rose in her hand along with the doll and the picture of her and the little boy on her chest.
The man left the place teary-eyed, as his encounter with the little boy had changed his life forever. And the love that the little boy had for his mother and sister was still hard to place for the man, even to this day.
Now you have 2 choices:
1.) Repost this. 2.) Ignore this as if it had never touched your heart.
Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
Jesus had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
Jesus had no medicine, yet they called Him Healer.
Jesus had no army, yet kings feared Him.
Jesus won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
Jesus committed no crime, yet they crucifed Him.
Jesus was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us.
If you believe in the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.
Then copy and paste this into your profile.
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted: "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she'll be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this onto your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia.
This is a true story- One night, a 14 year old girl was baby-sitting two kids, a boy and a girl, while their parents were out at a resturant. When it was time for the kids to go to bed, the girl called the parents and asked if she could take the clown statue out of the room. The dad said "We don't have a clown statue. Get the kids and get out of the house." The 'clown statue' was really a killer who escaped from prison. If you don't copy and paste this onto your profile, then the clown statue will appear into your room and slit your throat in your sleep.
There was a 10 year old girl named Amy in the 1960s who got a doll in a white dress holding a white rose. That night, she slept with the doll in her bed. She woke up at midnight and she heard somebody calling "Amy...Amy..." She thought it was her parents so she went into their room and saw her doll white rose white dress. The doll said "Amy. I killed your parents. Next your brother then you." Amy went back to sleep and then she woke up to somebody calling "Amy...Amy..." She thought it was her brother. She went into his room and saw the doll standing there. White dress bloody rose. The doll said "Amy. I killed your parents and your brother. Now you." Amy ran to the kitchen and got a knife. When she turned around, the doll was standing there and pointed the rose towards Amy. Amy fell down and she was dead. The doll is still out there today. If you don't copy and paste this on your profile, the doll will appear in your room and murder you.
One day, a man was driving and he saw a girl on the side of the road. He asked if she needed a ride and the girl said yes. She got into the car and the man felt her hand. It was ice cold. He asked if she wanted the heat on and she said yes. He turned the heat on and he drove her to her house. When they got to her house, he felt her hand again and it was still ice cold. The next day, he was in his car and noticed her jacket was in his car. He drove to her house and knocked on her door with her jacket. Her mother opened the door and the man asked "Is this your daughters jacket?" Her mom said "My daughter died three years ago." The man left and drove to her grave and saw her grave with his jacket on her tombstone. Next to her grave he saw his tombstone. This is a true story. If you don't copy and paste this, the same thing will happen to you.
About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.
THEY HURT HER
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.
THIS IS SO SCARY!
Subject: One messed up a sleepover.
One night these five girls were having a sleepover when they heard chaos at the end of her street when they went down to find out what was happening. They learned that a woman was raped and the man was on the loose. So they quickly ran home and bolt everything down. Everyone settles down for a while, then they started hearing weird noises coming from outside. They let their minds go wild so they got scared and hid inside a closet. The man was really outside and found a window that had a broken bolt. He crep in quietly. The girls were scared crapless. He walked into the room and opened the closet. The girls screamed and ran in separate directions. Four of the girls went downstairs and in the cellar door, which was right above the bathroom. He caught the fifth girl, took her into the bathroom, raped her, and skinnwed her alive. Her friends heard her die that night, but they couldn't do anything about it. They listened to her scratching the door to get out. In the morning when he had fled, the remaining girls went into the bathroom. There engraved into the wall was her message: HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET ME DIE? They looked up to get the tears out of their eyes and saw her flesh dangling from the knife that had skinned her. If you don't repost this, the man will skin you alive too, because they haven't caught him yet. And the girl will make sure you die so she can pass on the tale. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer.
On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight.
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia
sorry i really dont like these but im kind of superstitious when it coms to these
Yay no more scary stuff!