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  <title type="text">Newest comments on The Sacramento Press written by Isecreambear</title>
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    <title type="text">Isecreambear on "The Dire Circumstances of Dyer Lane: Urban Legend or Truth"</title>
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      <name>Isecreambear</name>
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    <id>comment-19613</id>
    <updated>2009-12-19T22:58:43Z</updated>
    <published>2009-12-19T22:58:43Z</published>
    <content type="text">I firmly believe this road is haunted. On two occasions friends and I went down this road and both times I felt things and saw proof. The first time we went was halloween night and I didn't see anything with my own eyes but most people don't went it comes to paranormal activity. It's always hard to catch stuff on camera. I always watch documentaries. I'm addicted to paranormal state and ghost adventures. But anyway, that halloween night we stopped right before driving down the road and sprinkled flour on the hood of the car and drove down the road and left. After that we got out of the car and sure enough they're hand prints all over the hood. The next day my buddy's car that we took down there wouldn't start. The car's battery was drained and he ended up not being to start it and got rid of it. The story I've heard about this road is that the Klu Klux Clan hung blacks along the trees. The second time I went down this road. I didn't do the whole flour or baby powder on the hood thing but experienced much of the same things I did the first time. Both times that I've gone down this road. I felt ice cold and very strange. My friend and I are sensitives and I'm more empathic but she cried after we left because she felt so much sadness and suffering there. We went in her brand new pt cruiser that she had just bought 4 days ago and the next day she went to start her car and the lights on her dashboard went haywire. There is definitely something here and the best way I could explain this road is this. You come up to a sharp turn left and that's the start of the creepyness of the road. At the end of this road is a pile of junk and garbage that  sits on the corner and it sharp turns to the right. If you drive any further than this pile you get this feeling like if you go further you will drive off the face of the earth. It kinda feels like your entering hell or a point of no return. I wish I could say I was feeding you garbage but I'm really not. There's something about this road that draws you to come back. Almost the same feeling that draws you back to play with a ouija board.</content>
    <dc:creator>Isecreambear</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2009-12-19T22:58:43Z</dc:date>
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