Weirdest, scariest and/or creepiest experiences and encounters

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I had a guy point a fake gun at me, following me with the gun as I walked. He did it for fun I assume, he was a stranger to me, but I didn't know the gun fake and was terrified.

A guy with an indy vid studio was teaching me (I was in high school) video production back in the days when you needed expensive equipment (remember video toasters?). Everything was going well. No weirdness.

Then one day I showed up as usual and something was off. He was off. He said he had a public service announcement he had to get done and would I read for it, so he could get the lighting or whatever. It was about teen sexual abuse, including rape. I read it (awkwardly) and he got _really upset_ that I wasn't reading it right. I wasn't getting the destroyed emotion right. I was posed sitting on the floor under spotlights.

He went to go get something and I just got up, left and never came back.

Looking back as an adult the guy was whacked on cocaine and I'm glad I followed my instincts because it was Ugliness waiting to happen. He was a big black guy - no way I could have decked him. And yes, the blackness matters because in my experience black and white people both get pervy and weird on coke - but the TONE, the rhythm of the pervy weirdness is different. I don't think I recognized it as quickly as I would have with a white guy.

This may have changed over the years.

Hmm. Maybe I should have posted that on the creepy hookup thread. This was supposed to be about ghosts and serial killers right? Well, there was a bit of a serial killer vibe going on, but pretty sure I was looking more at a filmed rape.

When I was about 5 months pregnant I was walking home from my dr's appointment, in broad daylight, in a good part of town, and a man came out of the bushes and tried to drag me off. I was obviously pregnant and it was deep winter. No one really believed me, well they believed something happened but poo poo'ed like 'silly girl' type of thing. Two years later, a man successfully dragged a woman into/behind bushes, raped her, beat her and left her for dead. Makes me wonder how many other women were poo poo'ed after me and before her. She lived thankfully.

A few months ago I came home from work, opened my mail with a letter opener, left the letter opener on the kitchen table and ran to the supermarket. I was gone about 45 minutes. When I got home I was putting my grocery bags on the kitchen table and I looked over and on top of the letter opener I had just used was a latex glove. I FREAKED OUT. To this day I still don't know how it got there. Nothing in my house was disturbed or taken and my dogs were acting normal. Of all the creepy-ass things to find, a latex glove???

Did either of you talk to police, r6 and r5?

Maybe someone was rooting through your home and didn't want to leave fingerprints.

Um R6, that is really disturbing. Are you sure you don't have someone living in your attic or something?

I did r7 (I am r5), they were the ones I meant poo poo'ing me. The poor girl's incident was the exact same time of year, deep winter, Valentines day (taht sounds like the plot to a bad movie).

To make it weirder, she was raped two blocks from my apartment, I had walked by the area few hours before she was taken on my way home from night class at the community college. My apartment was just a few blocks away from where my incident took place. They no longer have tall, dense bushes anywhere in my town, it was all cut after she was found.

I didn't see the guy when it happened to me, I was just walking and all of a sudden had a gloved hand over my mouth and another around my mid section. The entire thing lasted probably under a minute or two. I grew up having the shit beat out of me, I know how to fight/defend myself. Instead of trying to pull away I rammed myself backwards with my whole body and cracked his face with the back of my head. I think that he was unprepared for that, he slipped and then took off.

Holy crap. Humans are scarier than any ghosts.

My contribution - my uncle's family was hexed somehow, and mine too but to a lesser degree. This occurred 10 years ago and the reason it occurred is unclear to me. Uncle is a farmer and all of a sudden his cattle began to die, new calves weren't being born, his kids were always ill and randomly passing out, and spookiest of all, his home began to attract clouds of black flies. This lasted a couple of years. The entire family needed counselling and they became quite religious church goers for a time. Then things abruptly improved - they're doing well now.

On our end, we too had random bug infestations we've not had before or since....although I put that down to sharing a wall with trashy neighbours. My dad list his job, and I was always sick. My dad doesn't believe in anything paranormal at all...I should ask him what he thinks was going on then bug I have a feeling he will brush it aside.

R7, R8, I didn't know what to do. I thought about calling the police, but I would have felt stupid saying, "Come quick! There is a latex glove on my kitchen table. Hurry!!! No, nothing has been taken." I had just bought a new television and computer the day before that was sitting in the hallway, and they were still sitting there. The only thing that eased my mind was that my dogs were acting totally normal. If someone was in the house when I got back, they would lead me right to them. If someone had come and gone they would still be running around the house barking and sniffing and fighting for me to let them into the backyard. It's still a mystery to me.

R6/11 I've had about three "glitch in the matrix" type things in my life, things disappearing and reappearing, but yours sounds more intruder-like to me.... But yeah, the fact that your dogs, both of them, were normal definitely makes it seem that it WASN'T an intruder.

Creepy stuff. Yikes.

It could be someone you know r11. My BIL had a long time friend who came into his house and stole a number of things. The friend had a key. BIL's dogs, who otherwise never would have allowed anyone in, had no reaction as they knew the friend.

R13, that makes sense. Can you think of anyone who would do that R6?

People breaking into homes, yeah so strange and uncommon.

r11, it sounds like that was just one of the wild, inexplicable, crazy things that happens once in a while. I say that because of your dogs' reactions. I will caution you to keep an eye out though as I tell you another freaky experience I have had. Being a woman ain't easy, some of us are trouble magnets.

A few years after the above experience, I lived somewhere else and was now able to go to college full time rather than the few classes I had been taking previously. I had a work study job at the college . I lived with my young son and two cats. I would come home and stuff would be moved around, some just a little bit off, some completely moved to a new spot. I thought it was a combination of my son being thoughtless and my cats wandering throughout the day. The house always seemed to have a weird smell during this time period, I attributed it to the cats' litter boxes and my son's dirty clothes and cleaned more than usual.

I came one day and my bed had obviously been disturbed more than a couple of cats could do, the covers were completely moved. I went to make the bed again and saw what was obviously ejaculate on the sheets. Everything fell into place in my head. I even recognized the smell, one of the guys at the college I had frequent contact with obviously smoked in a closed room all the time and smelled like a wet ashtray.

I had been being stalked for weeks without having a clue.

R16

Now THAT is creepy!

OMG, R16. What became of that situation?

One of the only times in my life I actually broke down and freaked out. I had a basement. I convinced myself he was still there (which is stupid because there was both front and back doors) and had to have friends come search my house after I locked myself in my room and called my sons sitter. it was a combination of feeling stupid /embarrassed but still terrified. I bleached/lysoled literally everything in my house, I was convinced he had put ejaculate on everything and threw all my food away (again, unlikely but I was freaked out).

R19, so what happened in the end? Did he just stop? Did he get caught? Nanny cam?

I didn't call the police, this was before stalking was well known or against the law. As a woman, I was very used to not being taken seriously and also, at that time period, denying the seriousness of a situation myself because, that's just how things were. Because I didn't have a police report, when I refused to have anything to do with him at the college I was fired from my work study. I would see him EVERYWHERE and realized that I had been seeing him everywhere for a while, I just hadn't a clue. It's a college town, you see the same people all over the place. I hate to say how I handled it, I did all the wrong things the entire time and know better now (plus, we all know better now). I had friends break into his room he rented, trash it and beat the shit out of him. It actually worked in regards to me, again, now I know it shouldn't have/didn't - he likely just found someone else to stalk.

i remember when you stepped in raw cat shit and then tried to get in my car. not happening.

Good for you, R21

The police don't care, so sometimes you have to mete justice yourself.

Nothing has happened to me, but recently learned of a creepy historical occurrence in Russia called the Dyatlov Pass incident. I'd love for someone to start a thread about it here.

R24, sounds mysterious.

I, too, hope a thread will be started about the mysterious Dyatlov Pass incident. I wonder if there would be many replies regarding that mysterious incident. I wonder what happened.

Surely some DLers might want to weigh in about that creepy and mysterious Dyatlov Pass incident.

I have never heard of that, could you please tell me more about it?

There are several DL threads on the Dyatlov Pass indecent. If the search function on DL doesn't locate them, try a Google search using the words "Dyatlov Pass Datalounge"

R26, I'd love a thread about it.

the frau's stalker stories well I dunno, fine, its horrible but do we have to have this frauey shit posted in DL a gay gossip site?

r27, I think everyone was just running with a joke (I was).

R29, it's creep gold. Who cares who the victim is? Can you top it?

I lived on Marlborough Street in Boston, in an apartment in the rear of a townhouse, and the fire escape was outside my den window. It was raining one night, and I kept hearing scraping on the window. I assumed it was the wind hitting the tree against the window. It was so insistent, though, so I finally went to look. There was a guy on the fire escape, with a hammer, trying to break my window. This was about 20 years ago, but I still think about it. I live in Nashville now, and had a friend staying with me while he visited. He was taking a bath, and left the bathroom door open. As he was laying in the tub, he said he saw a man walk through the hall, look in the bathroom, and then just walk off. He never heard the door open and there was no way he could have gotten in without my friend hearing him. That freaked me out, and I didn't even see it.

I'm suspect of the frau's stories. That seems like two made-for-tv movies in a short life. I wonder if that's why her family didn't believe her when she told them about her and her unborn child almost being raped and murdered in the bushes ... right where another woman was raped and murdered shortly thereafter.

Buck in the days when San Diego's Balboa Park was really cruisy and overrun with hustlers, I was making the rounds and went down a road I had never taken before. There was a parking lot with one older car parked. The driver was young and attractive, definitely worth taking a look at. The car filled with stuff so I thought he might be homeless or in the process of moving, I parked nearby and started walking over to his car. He smiled at me and looked interested. At the time I wasn't afraid to hook up with working boys. But as I approached I was struck with an overwhelming sense that I was in the presence of great evil. I had never had that feeling before or since. As I walked by his car the feeling got stronger. I am not one who has trusted his gut. I think that is just superstitious. I turned and went back to my car and got out of there as fast as I could.

In 2000, I used to work as a cook, at a dogtrack, in Jacksonville, Fl. The dogtrack part was closed, but people still went there to bet on dog and horse races. The betting floor was on the third floor. The employees had to take the same elevator or escalators as the patrons. One day I got on the elevator to go up and an old man was on the elevator. As the elevator was going up, he walked up to me and started acting like he was punching me in the gut. He made contact, but he wasn't doing it hard. It was very odd and freaked me out. Another time, a scary looking white trash guy came in one morning. He asked if the hamburgers were real meat or "that soy shit". I told him I thought they tasted real, but I didn't know and looked at the box to see if it was real meat. It didn't say anything. He said "Ok, I want a hamburger, but if it's that soy shit, I'm gonna spit it in your fuckin' face." I made the hamburger and stayed as far away from him as possible. I didn't report either of them to security, but I should have.

r33, your interpretation sounds far more interesting than my previous posts were. I don't know what to tell about disbelieving, I am not going to link you to the other woman's news articles (she wasn't murdered, just to be clear). I am 45 years old, shit has happened.

R34 Those are the both the best and worst experiences. Worst because when you feel that low vibration of evil/darkness, it's soul-shaking.

Best because you're instincts got you the fuck out.

My new neighbour is a gargoyle.

Sorry all that shit has happened to you, R36. Hope life is treating you well nowadays. If you're not one of our regular non-frau DL chicks, just know that there are many naysayers that try to discredit posts, and it's not even the fact that you're a woman. Some of us are just crazy lol. I take everything with a grain of salt myself, but your stories don't sound crazy at all. Sometimes some of us just attract trouble, as you've said. Peace!

I too have somehow felt what I would call extreme evil. It was a co-worker. He was clean cut and good looking as can be. The ladies liked him, but I felt nothing. One day I had to be close to him, and felt a foreboding sickness that grew as he approached. We never spoke to one another or even met eyes, but I just knew he was capable of absolutely anything, but I didn't know how I knew.

Some people are troubled - they've been neglected and abused, they lash out, but they're capable of guilt and shame. I perceived that this guy wasn't. Yet, he never said or did anything to raise suspicion. A few weeks after I got that strange feeling, he was fired for ethics violations.

Almost ten years later, I had a similar sense with a energy rebate tester guy. He comes into your home and does the drafty air test. He was perfectly pleasant at first but again I had this... intense knowing that he either had no conscience or consistently ignored it. And weirdly, it felt like he knew that I knew, even though I was perfectly pleasant.

I expect no less r39, I don't believe half the stuff I read on here either. I am currently good but life has taught me to just be prepared, you never know when shit will get crazy.

I am currently super frustrated with 'this video does not exist' from the linked gargoyle thread that I just got sucked into - I am seriously laughing at my mental image of the situation!

I worked in an animal shelter for years and was popular with staff and animals. The assistant manager was a creepy widowed frau in her fifties who resented my comraderie and fun loving nature. Every time I'd go on vacation all of my favorite charges were adopted out without a chance for me to say goodbye. I was happy for them and suggested I should take vacation more often. One day I was hugging my latest favorite cat telling him " You know who butters your bread". I saw her from the side of my eye and I got a such a creep vibe the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I went home ending my day shift. She worked the night shift. The next morning I came into work to find a completely healthy young tabby cat dead and stiff directly underneath my locker. She's presently still at the small shelter.

That must be common r42 or we know the same person - crazy either way.

R43, is it located in Suffolk County, Long Island?

R41, the OP re-upped the Gargoyle video at the end of that thread - it's on YouTube!

R35 you worked at a dog track in Florida.

The truly strange thing is that you have only these two experiences to tell us about.

r42 it's like Munchausen's but with animals.

R47, no, not this case. She's an envious bitter psychopath. Looking back now I just shudder as this is the sickest person I've ever known of all time.

Home invasion robbery -- a guy with a gun, on a pleasant summer Saturday afternoon in a well-to-do neighborhood of big houses. It lasted about 20 minutes and was terrifying, but he got some money and valuables and left without hurting anyone.

Years later, when Andrew Cunanan killed Lee Migden, I also thought it was probably a hookup gone wrong, but I also thought about the randomness of the robbery that had happened to me.

no r43, New England. I do dog rescue and we have a local, small Humane Society that the chick that runs it will euthanize a dog you are interested in if she doesn't like you (here there is normally a lot of interaction between the HS's and rescues, it's not like that everywhere). Or, if she's just having a bad day.

r45 YAY! I am going to read through the thread, I almost want to just find the video but will restrain myself.

Dyatlov Pass incidence. Please, let's discuss this Riveting mystery.

R51, I agree it is so riveting that riveting deserves a capital "R".

r42, are you a man or a woman? your story makes very little sense if you're the former as the 50 yo frau would have no reason to be jealous of you.

She could be jealous of his popularity with staff. Plus the animals probably respond positively to him.

This thread quickly devolved into a 'Stuff Fraus say happened to them' thread

I'm out

[quote] This thread quickly devolved into a 'Stuff Fraus say happened to them' thread

Were there fraus at the Dyatlov Pass?

Interesting to come across this thread today, as I had an experience last night/early AM today that can't shake or explain. Fair warning: I am a single woman (frau-away . . .). I live in a 24/7 security building, on the eighth floor, in a 730 sq. ft. condo. I have no cats!

It started with an extremely disturbing dream that I woke up from with a scream. The dream had an old boyfriend in it. He passed away over 30 years ago. He was irrationally angry with me for an unknown/not-remembered reason. He first confronted me inside a run-down house I can't place, next walked me outside to rant and then took off running in to the woods. Knowing he was coming back to do violence to me, I raced back to the house and started getting rid of anything that he could hit me with. I had crawled under a porch deck to throw out an ax and a sledge hammer I was seeing. As I side-tossed the sledge hammer out from under, his hand came over the edge of the deck at me. Cue scream!

Now awake, heart pounding and eyes wide open, I immediately listened to the silence and watched the bedroom door with a sense someone was in the house. I couldn't move past the terrifying thought that I was going to be attacked. I heard noises I couldn't quite place, but told myself that houses make noises throughout the day and night I don't hear - it's "nothing". I calm down after a few minutes when I then see a flash of light off to the side. The ambient light had dimmed with the flash. Another few moments of being frozen and I then recall I left my laptop on the couch with the screen up and running. I normally close the lid before heading to bed, but had wanted to test how the machine was going to sleep on its own. I finally figure it out - the flash of light was the screen going dark after the laptop went to sleep on its own, about four hours or so, at about 4:00AM.

I fall back to sleep never having left my bed. When I got up this morning at 6:00AM, I walk in to the kitchen and see the laptop on my couch in the living room. The screen is on and lit up like a flipping lighthouse. Freaked me out! I can't put together a sequence of events that play out to how everything went in the early AM hours. I have this strong sense something was going on. What and why, I have no idea.

The boyfriend in the dream had been a nice guy who never, ever came anywhere near to being violent towards me. The worst I can say is he would get a bit mean if he drank too much. But again, never, every violent. I was never afraid of him or anyone like I was in my dream/nightmare.

I was at my company's Holiday Luncheon with hundreds of fellow employees and a raffle with those little red numbered tickets handed out on entering the hall, began. After about 20 numbers were called, I suddenly blurted out to my friend across the table: 'Stand up, Callie, they are going to call your number." And 5 seconds later they called her number.

R5, this is not Jezebel or Salon. No one comes here to read about the experience of hetero mothers. Are you a lesbian?

Reminded me of this creepy story...

I'd like to thank the frau for posting her stories of victimhood! They're giving Keith and me some great ideas! Kisses!

Omg.

R40 you should read the book The Sociopath Next Door. It says 4% of the population are sociopaths (have no conscience) and they usually are very good at fooling everyone. Your sociodar is a rare gift. If everyone could recognize them instinctively and avoid them or call them out for their offenses, the world would be a MUCH better place.

OP, did your security system scare the intruder away? Was he caught/arrested? Were you living in a really nice house? Busy neighborhood or quiet suburban hamlet or what?

R57, that's the creepiest thing that ever happened to you? A dream? And no evidence that anyone was in your house? Ugh

r63 Yes I can spot them somehow. It's not usually the homeless guy or mentally ill down-on-his-luck guy either. When I came face to face with these guys, I absolutely knew without a doubt. Yet I've sat on juries and never got the "vibe" from the defendant. I wonder if they give off a scent.

In college we went to someone's camp in the Adirondacks for winter break. It was an enormous pile with several buildings and getting things together for meals and parties could be an effort and at night, rather spooky. On the other hand, there were some fabulous old clothes and furs we took to wearing. One young lady freshman was to celebrate her 18th birthday and I had noticed some spectacular wines in the cellar. Our host had said we could help ourselves so selected 2 bottles of 1953 Chateau Lafite and 2 bottles of 1928 Krug Champagne. When I found the iron wine porter, there was room for 5 bottles, so I grabbed a 1945 Chateau Mouton Rothschild. At the dinner, when we opened the 1945 and poured, out came a lot of dust and about 50 human teethed filled with gold.

That's creepy, r66. I wonder if they were cremation remains.

Lifetime movie of the week fare.

Nothing SUPERnatural? I'm moving on. Ordinary stuff is just that...ordinary.

I thought I was reading Datalounge, but it turns out it's a copy of

The only ones hating on the frau participation are bitter, sagged assed old fairies who have no friends to begin with. Frau's and fags have ran with each other foe millennia. Of course there are hags moseying on to a gay site.

R70 - Nobody's arguing the frau part. The term is LGB. But for crying out loud, bring some really scary, creepy stories. Not bad dates with bad breath who wanted to do nasty things to their lady parts because they're hetero.

I loved on the fourth floor of a secure building and was rarely home. One day, I called in sick and laid in bed all day. Around 3:00 p.m., I was jerking off and I opened my eyes to see a little girl staring at me.

I screamed and asked her how she got in. She said she came in through my balcony all the time to play with my cats, so presumably she lived next door. I would never have climbed from balcony to balcony so I was shocked. She was about six.

I moved as soon as my lease was up.

^^lived

Ew!!!!! The little girl saw your erect cock???? I would have been mortified.

[quote] I am not one who has trusted his gut. I think that is just superstitious.

No, it's primal survival instinct, and paying attention to it keeps you alive.

One night, I was having a dream that a woman was on my back porch. She was jumped towards a window in the dining room, hitting it with her whole body weight like she was trying to pass through it. At that same moment, my dog who'd gone downstair during the night, started to bark as if he heard an intruder. My boyfriend went down and said the dog was barking at the window in the dining room. He figured the dog heard some small animal on the porch - we live in an urban area, but we do get some possums and racoons around at night.

The next morning, we noticed a large crack in the glass right where the woman had struck the window in my dream. I described the woman to him in detail - her hair, clothing, etc.. My boyfriend said it sounded like an older version of his ex-girlfriend whom he hasn't seen in twenty years. I had never seen a picture of her before so I had no idea what she looked like twenty years ago or now.

We decided to look the ex-girlfriend up on-line. We found out she's living in Florida and we found a couple of current photos (including a trashy mug shot). It was absolutely the woman I'd seen in the dream.

My boyfriend also said that, back when he knew her, she and her mother would mess with Santeria and other forms of magic (which was actually one factor in their break-up).

Also, the window that cracked was part of an old door opening from the dining room to the back porch. It was sealed decades ago, but anyone visiting for the first time would assume it's a working door.

Joan?!

[quote] Omg

Dyatlov right?

R77 Typical NY Jew.

Years ago, in the 80's when I was in middle school, I had a friend whose mother collected antique dolls. She had them displayed in cases in the living room of their very old, very large home. The dolls were so fucking creepy, there were always weird sounds coming from that room, sometimes a doll would be leaning on its side when it had before been sitting upright. One particular doll scared the living shit out of me, it was one of her oldest dolls from the 1700's and it looked like a damn demon, I don't know how any little girl wouldn't have been terrified of it. Anyways, I swear its eyes would follow me around the room, it made my spine turn ice cold. One time I came over to the house and the glass on one of the display cases was cracked, I asked what happened and they said they didn't know, they woke up one morning and it was just cracked. They were always claiming weird things happening in the house. The last night I spent the night over there, I woke up feeling like someone was laying on top of me, suffocating me, I couldn't breathe. My friend was fast asleep, nobody else was in the room. That was the last time I stayed the night over there, though we did remain friends for a while longer. But only because there were two older brothers who hot as fuck, and there always pornographic magazines laying around the house.

R76, that's a hell of a story. Phew!

[quote] The last night I spent the night over there, I woke up feeling like someone was laying on top of me, suffocating me, I couldn't breathe

Kelly, is that you?

Lol r76, your bf's pathetic ex was trying to Santeria her dumb ass through a glass door and she couldn't get in because she chose one that was sealed over? 😂👻🚪 That is too fucking funny!

I tried to kill myself a few years ago, and, ever since, I can "see" things. None of them are that creepy per se, but I have a weird sense of knowing when someone is pregnant, and what they're going to name the child, or when a friend died unexpectedly that night. The most recent example happened last week. I had a friend from out of town who -- when he was alive -- would visit a few times a year, and we would spend hours in this particular coffee shop. I don't ordinarily go there. Last week, I had an incredible urge to go to the coffee shop and hang out, so I did. Hours later, a mutual friend told me that it was the one-year anniversary of our friend's death. It makes me wonder if that's why I felt such a strong urge to go there, to be in the room where we've spent so much time. So...it's odd things that like that I see or feel, but none of it is really creepy.

Another female (lez) post. In college, I lived alone in a studio apartment. Off campus - the neighborhood was safe enough but sketchy. Now, its become gentrified. Anyway, I was home sick, online all night (probably reading DL) and it was about 2 AM. This is back in the day when you only had one phone line to access the 'net. I had signed off and saw that I had voicemail. I checked it, and immediately got chills. A disguised, computerized-sounding like out of a horror movie, male voice had left messages stating my name, and some more information about me, wanting to see me or meet, and I better respond soon (my memory fails as to everything the call said) - then the phone rang, and it was this same voice .. I hung up.

Maybe 10 minutes later, a knock at my door. The person said my name and wanted to see if I could talk or hang out (again, memory foggy). I lived in an older brick building but there was a security door at the front. Paired with the late calls, I was frozen in fear. I am the type who never has guests, and I wasn't active socially on campus (as in, this is nobody who was a friend stopping by). There is simply no way this is anyone I know. I'd also say that the building was out of the way of the main college area as well. I decided to say that I had company so it appeared someone was with me, and pretend I wasn't scared, and calmly said 'I couldn't' through the door. Looking out the peep hole, this guy stood there silent. I could just see brown hair.

I called the police.. they didn't see anyone; made note of the incident - and I moved out within a couple days. To make it worse, I allowed the landlord to show my unit.. hoping to re-rent asap. A guy came through when I was there, and I swear that he knew my name. For months I was paranoid and scared. It came down to the principal of the phone calls and stopping by someones door that late. As in, who does that?? The back door of my building wasn't secure, it sat on an old wooden shared balcony/staircase with direct access to the street so I wondered if someone had been watching through the blinds. I guess these things appeal to some of my worse fears as well (scary phone calls and strangers stopping by my door). Ugh.

About 10 years I was on holiday in the south of France, a town called Hyeres. I was walking down the street when my friend nudged me. I looked over and there was an elderly man stopped in the middle of the pavement, white as a ghost, staring at me with a look of sheer, utter terror on his face. He just stood there, shaking like a leaf, not saying or doing anything. My friend pulled me away but I looked back and he was still staring at me like I was the Devil. I guess it's not really scary but it creeped me out and still does. I don't know what he was thinking but I obviously triggered something for him. And before anyone asks, no I'm not especially hideous looking. I looked back a couple times and he just kept staring and looking like he was about to faint, scream or explode into a ball of panic.

R84: How close did you get to actually killing yourself?

R32 neglected to tell us that he lives in a bathhouse.

R80, did you ever consider it was one of the hot as fuck brothers laying on top of you?

I almost forgot about a really creepy experience I had while working in a medical icu several years ago. I received notice that I would be getting a new admit from the ER, a 26-year-old male who was being admitted for possible seizures. He was an engineer who had been shopping at the local mall with his wife, several witnesses saw them there and he was acting totally normal. His wife said that as they were walking through the mall, he said that he had a headache, they decided to walk to the other end to a restaurant to get lunch. On the way, he simply sat down in the middle of the mall and stared straight ahead, would not talk. He then started talking gibberish, and then screaming and yelling. Mall security was called, they could not get him under control so the police and an ambulance were called. He was restrained in the ambulance and they tried to sedate him but nothing was working.

In the ER, the first thought was drugs, though his wife insisted that he never even drank or smoked. Drug testing came back negative, along with all other testing including CT scans, etc. In the ER he kept going into phases where he would be almost catatonic, sitting there staring and refusing to talk, then going wild, yelling and screaming and trying to strike the staff and throw things at them. It was decided to heavily sedate, intubate, and paralyze him for his own safety. Except none of the drugs were working and he kept pulling the ET tubes out. Finally he was double leather restrained and pumped full of so much sedation and paralyzers that it would have knocked out 3 horses, and he was brought up to the ICU where I worked.

On arrival, he once again awoke and wriggled himself out of the leathers, I should also mention he was about 5'7" and weighed 135 lb soaking wet. very slight guy. I should also mention that it is impossible for someone who received the amount of medication that he did to even be moving let alone fighting off a staff of 10 trying to hold him down. His strength was fucking terrifying, I can't stress that enough, it was TERRIFYING. He once again pulled out his breathing tube, and started yelling gibberish at us, contorting his face in these weird positions, one nurse said later that it sounded like he was speaking in tongues. We didn't know what the fuck was going on with this guy, I had never seen anything like this, he was so strong, none of the meds were working. All of his tests were coming back completely normal. Then, we put a rectal probe in to monitor his temp and his temp was sky high, about 105. We pumped him full of enough sedation and paralyzers to pretty much knock out 10 horses and finally he went out again.

He remained like this for two days, high fever, but everything else came back negative. Several specialists were consulted and could find nothing wrong with him. He eventually woke up back to normal and had absolutely no recollection of what had happened.

In hindsight, I wonder if he had done bath salts or something to that effect. All I know is it was scary as hell, and I still wonder what made that happen to him. I know his wife was afraid to take him home with her and wanted him to go to a psychiatric care before being discharged, she was terrified. His father came up to stay with them for a while because the wife refused to be alone with him.

Oh R89 how I wished!!!

I took an evening art class and had to walk quite far in the dark, past a cemetary, to get to my bus stop. I was walking home one time and heard a scream coming from the cemetary but just ignored it as I thought it was students mucking around. The next day it was in the papers that a woman was violently murdered at the same time that I was walking past.

OP that is one of my worst fears. I definitely need to get security cameras installed!

Omg.

Years ago, I was having this dream, that my phone is ringing and i pick it up and before the caller can say a single word, i say very forcefully " AMY I KNOW IT IS YOU AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY" i then hang up the phone with a bang.

But then i hear my phone ringing, i'm disoriented for a bit, but finally realize that my real phone IS INDEED really ringing. I grab the phone and its my mom, its 4am and she's distraught, crying she tells me that my very young cousins William 21 and Lucy 18 had been killed in a car accident that night. Remembering my dream of like 30 seconds ago, i freak out because Amy is their big sister. True fucking story, and BTW I'm a complete atheist and don't believe in spirits or premonitions and ANYTHING other wordly ever, but i can't explain this dream and all that transpired.

When I was a poor student, I would often advertise for house-sitting jobs so I could earn some cash and spend the very little $$$ I had on food instead of rent. Usually I would end up with some lecturer's house while they were away on sabbatical.

So, one day I get a call asking if I would housesit in the countryside. I said I was not interested in being so far out of town, but they then offered me a considerable amount of money to do it - way more than I would normally get.

I drove up to the house and it's empty and locked up, so I checked the mailbox and the was the housekey and a note. Turns out the owners had been away for a month already and I was replacing the previous housesitter, who had just walked out of the job. When I unlock the house, it's a total disaster inside - dishes smashed on the floor - furniture tipped over - just a terrible mess like a bomb had gone off. It took me the whole first day just to clean up the kitchen.

That night, I was watching tv and I heard loud thumping coming from the upstairs, like something being thrown against the wall. I went up and nothing was happening. I checked all the rooms except for one, which was locked. I didn't have a key for it.

That night, the noise went on and on. I ended up getting out of bed and going back downstairs only to find that the kitchen was in the exact same state it had been when I arrived. I was so fucking freaked out that I ran back upstairs and locked myself in the bedroom.

Then I started hearing the screaming coming from the locked room. I ran to the back door, but it just wouldn't open. None of the doors would. I threw a kitchen chair against the door and not even that worked.

Suddenly, the house fell into silence again, but i had already decided I wasn't going to stay there a minute more. I wnet ot my room to grab my bag. The locked door into the room where all the screaming was coming from was wide open - i just couldn't help it, something was compelling me to go into the room. The door slammed shut behind me and there was a gigantic shadow figure to the left of me. It grew taller and taller, and as it grew, the screaming started again. I was completely terrified.

I sprinted back to my room to grab my shit and just leave - fuck the money!

Lying on top of my phone was an old, ragged newspaper cutting. It was really hard to make out, but I saw the headline: "Dyatlov Pass Incident". It looked really interesting. Perhaps someone should start a thread about it.

You're beautiful, R96. Are you single?

My pussy stinks.

R90, that's not the work of bath salts or PCP or anything. Those people show amazing strength, but not that much. Mind saying what area of the country this took place in? Very creepy.

Four years ago at my parents' house. I always get up to pee around 1 am. One night, when walking through the backyard (only functioning bathroom was there), I saw a woman in the window of a neighbor house; she was standing still, wearing a white-ish dress but I couldn't see her face. Didn't think much of it. After I went to the bathroom and did my thing, I got out and she was still there; when I was entering the house, I looked back and she waved at me. I closed the door immediately.

I was curious and went ask my parents about the people living in that house; they were watching tv (night owls)... Anyway, they told me that the house was empty, up for sale, and that about four different families had moved in and out of the house in the last year. Mother got scared, father dismissed it as being just my imagination, and I stopped going to pee at such hours... for a few weeks, at least.

R100 the scariest part of your story is your parents house doesn't have in door toilet. Do you live in Afghanistan?

R101-

I'm guessing it was a pool guest house with bathroom near pool.

R96 is wonderful. Very creepy. I'm off to google that Dytolava thing.

[quote] Four years ago at my parents' house. I always get up to pee around 1 am. One night, when walking through the backyard (only functioning bathroom was there

Are you Laura Ingalls?

Did the ghost look like Nellie from Little House?

I think r90's patient either had a brain tumor that the MRIs were missing or possibly he was having his first bipolar incident. I know someone whose wife seemed perfectly mentally sound until one day in her late 30's she had a mental break and nearly killed herself. Ever since then she's had to take handfuls of antipsychotic meds every day just to function.

Illegal drug use can also trigger bipolar disorder in people who were genetically susceptible but may have otherwise remained healthy. And those initial episodes can be terrifying, with the patient displaying unbelievable rage that's totally out of character with their personality.

Ever have someone in your life, a neighbor or colleague, who you don't see often but when you do, even for a second or two, you feel as if they took something from your soul? Most people seem to like the person but you feelings for them border on dread?

R10 Your story sounds a lot like the events that happen all the time near the Navajo reservation. My grandfather lives near the Arizona/New Mexico border and there are so many witches that live on the reservation and nearby. I can maybe share some of the wacky items the witches will bury at your house to hex you later. One of the most prevalent witches are Skin Walkers (Wikipedia). I've shared this story here many years ago.

When I was 12, my family had gone to visit my grandfather. It was around midnight and my sister and I were in the living room watching t.v. We heard a loud bang and my sister told me to look out the front window. As soon as I turned on the light, I saw a Skin Walker crouched on our car hood. It was a VERY skinny human shape, but it was covered in hair, like a shiny, dark brown/black pelt. Its face was also covered in hair. Also, as soon as I flicked the light on, its head turned and its eyes were locked on mine and they were glowing, ruby red! That look seemed to last a long time, even though it was just a second. I went screaming and running to where my parents were sleeping and all I remember was BLACK AND WHITE, BLACK AND WHITE. I was in shock. Since then, I hate going to visit my grandfather or staying near there over night. That was the first time I saw a Skin Walker. The second time was with family around and it was farther away, so I wasn't as scared. But, there are tons of sightings. My relatives have tons of stories too. I would never, ever want to see one again.

R90, had to be demonic possession.

I had just moved to WeHo, and I had a terrific place. Pool, jacuzzi, and gorgeous landscaping. I had invited some friends over, and we spent the day grilling up steaks, swimming, etc. It is as a perfect day, and I was in a great place in my life, with no anxiety.

Eventually, everyone went home. I jumped in the shower, and went into my living room, plopped myself on the couch, and decided to get through a couple of more chapters of "Angela's Ashes" (yes, I know - MARY!)

I had been reading for about 20 minutes, and got sleepy. I dozed off on the couch.

While I slept, I felt as if though I went into a different state of awareness. It's very difficult to explain. I knew I was sleeping, and I knew that I was about to experience something that would be interpreted as a dream, but it was not a dream. It is almost as if I had gone into a different dimension, while still being aware that I was sleeping, in my living room.

My grandmother, who I was very close to, stood next to the couch, and looked down on me, smiling. I asked her why she was here, and she said that she came to say goodbye. I asked her where she was going, and she answered, "Home". She was very happy, yet calm, as was I. It was a very peaceful, and loving exchange.

I woke up, and even though I was not filled with fear, or panic, I called up my mother, who I knew had spent the day with my grandmother, told her about my vision/dream, and asked her if grandma was OK. She said that she was fine, and that I was being a drama queen. I wanted to call my grandmother and ask her how she was myself, it it was almost 11:00 pm, and I knew she was already sleeping. I decided to call her in the morning, and that was that.

I went back to the couch, and decided to read some more. I ended up falling asleep on the couch for the rest of the evening, which was odd, because I usually did not do that.

I woke up on Monday morning to my phone ringing. It was 6:04 am. I know this because I looked at my VCR and it read 6:04 am. I wanted to not answer it, but I had to get up and get ready to go to work. It was my father on the line. He said that my grandmother had taken a fall in the middle of the night, and had landed on her head. She was in a coma, and was not making it back.

I got ready, and drove to the hospital and spent time with my grandmother before she passed.

I cannot explain this, but I'm going to try. I was extremely close to my grandmother. She loved me unconditionally. I always thought that I would completely lose it when she were to die, and I absolutely dreaded that. But because of this dream or vision that I had the night before her death, I was perfectly fine. I knew she was at peace, and very happy, and I was very grateful that she stopped by to say goodbye.

FYI: I'm not a "believer ", or religious, nor do I subscribe to any type of "magical thinking". But after that experience, I know that there are certain things about existence and death, that I will never fully understand.

Wow, r109, that was an amazing story.

Lived alone in a fairly large house in Texas. Pool, fireplace, the works. Within a month of moving in, I began having weird, inexplicable experiences...

Id hear someone walking in the attic, from one end of the house to wherever it was I happened to be. Then just stop.

Came home from work one day, kitchen faucet was running. Light on in a guest bathroom I seldom used.

Occasionally, Id smell foods cooking out of nowhere. Once, I was in the garage & smelled cigar smoke.

A month before I moved, I was watching TV at night & saw a shadow up the hallway dart into a guest bedroom. It made no sound. I grabbed a revolver I owned & went up the hall. Nothing in that room nor any other.

I had friends & family visit & stay over regularly, nevrr having told anyone of these events before. Several of them mentioned strange noises from the attic & weird odors.

I had all the locks changed & and an alarm system installed when I moved in. I had even installed window locks...before any of this happened.

I moved out of state from that house. The day I left, I slammed the door behind me & didnt even turn around for a last look. The place was *that* creepy.

Years later, a friend who lived near that place told me that house had a very spooky reputation. No one had ever lived there more than a year. Came to find out the first owner died in there, under mysterious circumstances.

I am a woman and a lesbian. I went to the Christian rock churches in Turkey's Cappadocia with the relative of a Turkish friend. My friend had said that the relative would make my stay easier in eastern Turkey.

This guy had a nonstop hardon and was trying to make me touch it everywhere we went. The Christian churches were defaced with Muslim graffiti (ABDUL!! and AHMET!!! carved into the walls.) . Turkey was supposedly the most secular country in the Middle East, but hates any religion that is not Islam.

So that was a creepy experience.

I've posted about this before on DL. In the late 70s/early 80s I was in college. I had this really nice, young, attractive and married professor whom I met during drop/add. She filled out my enrollment card so that I would be in her section (I didn't know it at the time, I thought she was borrowing my pencil). The next semester I confided in her that I thought I was lesbian and poured my heart out that I was afraid my parents would find out. I didn't know she was a psychopath.

She violently and sadistically sexually assaulted me and physically assaulted me. I went into shock and blocked it out. The next time I saw her she was so kind and concerned about how I was doing. Then the stalking started, it was she and either her big and ugly husband (I'm quite sure he has Asperger's) this pervy but quiet blonde guy. She wanted me to go to porn movies with them or come back to their house so she could "teach me some discipline".

She'd get me alone either on campus or off and saying sexually vulgar and degrading things. She got off on my fear.

One night I was in the school of business working on a computer program and I ran up to the 3rd floor just in time to see her about to set my diet Dr. Pepper down by my belongings (she had come from her office), when she saw me she walked over to the drinking fountain and dumped the soft drink out. I ran back down to the computer room to tell someone what I had seen and the blonde hair guy was there (stalking me, but I didn't realize it at the time. He wasn't a student.) I told him what had happened and he told me her husband had been having flu like symptoms for quite a while. She had been poisoning him and had attempted to poison me. I was relieved because I thought he would press charges, but he didn't. He taught crime in society and she taught management.

I finally told her if she ever bothered me again I would have her arrested.

I wish to hell I could go back in time and file charges, I really fucked up. They divorced (he had about three nervous breakdowns before he finally dumped her) and she eventually moved to another university in Texas. They are both still teaching.

Wow, R113.

Yeah, r114. I finally went into EMDR therapy this past year to help with PTSD symptoms. It helped a lot in only 7 sessions. I will always have the memories but I don't get the intense emotional reaction/anxiety. There was a lot more that she did that I didn't write about.

R8 Bad Ronald is a reality then.......

[r107] Creepy! I've heard of skin walkers but not around here (I live in a northern state) and my uncle lives outside the U.S. How did you reralize that was a skin walker and not some kind of animal? Did it look the same the second time? I'd love to hear more about the hex items if you have the time.

Speaking of witches, there was the time my mother scared the daylights out of me by telling me the story of another relative who was driving a hay-laden tractor home on a country road after dark when he ran into some ladies looking for a lift. A dark country road isn't typically the place women tend to hang out, but what the hell, he let them clamber on the hay bales. Then they started to laugh and screech and mock him, with all kinds of details about himself and his family. Scared the bejesus out of him, so once he reached the outskirts of town, he ran out of the tractor and went to bang on a door for help. He went back with reinforcements and the women were gone.

[r109] That was a sad, but sweet story. I'm glad you got to say goodbye to your grandma.

My Father owned and operated a funeral home. Growing up, I spent a great deal of my time there. There were living quarters and an apartment like space on the upper floor.

I was a very curious kid, not squeamish or overly fearful. I was about 4 or 5 and began exploring the building and walking about alone. I had a great Dane dog named Dino who was my "protector/guard dog. We were inseparable. He was practically horse sized compared to me, and was extremely protective of me. He'd allow me to rest my head on him, pillow-like for my daily nap.

There was a special storage room/attic at the very top of a lone staircase. I was frequently warned by my parents that this area was off limits to me. I was a hard-headed brat, and would sneak into the embalming room and observe my Dad and his friends prepare the bodies for burial. He knew I was there, but I believe he was proud that I was unafraid and sort of bold.

When alone, I'd hear voices and commotion coming from the room at the top of the stairs.My dog Dino would also hear the disturbance and go into guard dog mode, barking and assuming a defensive posture. There were several locks on the door and it was padlocked. My curiosity always had me attempting to find a way inside, but Dino would prevent me from getting too close and use his size to physically bar me from even getting to the top stair, let alone the door.

My Dad didn't believe me when my 4 year old self would tell him what I was hearing and experiencing, my Mom was a different story however. She had my Dad erect a small wooden blockade at the base of the stairs. One evening, my Mom and I were watching TV waiting for my Dad to return and drive us home for the day. Dino was also present.

All of a sudden we ALL heard a knocking sound coming from the other side of the door. My Mom freaked. Dino was barking agitatedly and staring straight at the padlocked door. The knocking became louder and was now a violent pounding, as if someone or something was desperately trying to come through. My Mom screamed and everything went eerily silent.

She gathered up our things, bundled me up as it was the dead of Winter, and she, Dino and I waited outside, cold, terrified and shivering until my Father showed up 30 minutes later to take us home. I remember my Mom being very silent. She didn't talk to my Dad until we arrived home. I could hear them arguing in their room.

Arrangements were made after that for a babysitter for me. I was not allowed back at the funeral home for a couple of years. My Mom would only go very sparingly and NEVER alone or after dark. I don't know what the phenomenon we witnessed was, but it strengthened the bond between my Mom and me. She would believe what I was saying after that without too much questioning or reservation. There are more stories to tell. Spending so much time at a place of the dead, has that effect.

[quote] All of a sudden we ALL heard a knocking sound coming from the other side of the door.

The knock was coming from inside the house.

Yikes, r118, r100 and r109.

I think a few on this thread are practicing their creative writing skills, and they are pretty damn good! Carry on. We all love a good ghost story around the fire.

So what was the padlocked room used for?

R118 KNOCK KNOCK, HOMOSEXUALITY CALLING !!

The padlocked room was an allegory for homosexuality?

It was my psychic doppleganger R123- R124. The hetero, straight .. 4 year old me, attempting to burst through and come forward. To save me from a life of "gaydom" and prevent my inner Mary from assuming dominance of my waking, conscious self.

It didn't work. It was an ineffective psychic attack. My inner Mary emerged..."I'M HERE, I'M QUEER!" Hey boys, where does a 4 year old horny Scorpio find some action?

R109

That's not creepy, that's AWESOME.

Grandmothers rock.

I suffer from sleep paralysis quite often, and it's terrifying. Usually when it happens, I hear a high pitched squeak or someone beating on the Windows, but last night it felt like someone was laying next to me and wrapped their arms around my stomach. It was terrifying.

This story does not compare to the others on here, but it freaked me out at the time.

I was visiting Chicago just about a year ago, staying in a hotel downtown. In the late afternoon, I took the Red line train to Belmont to go to Steamworks (the gay bathhouse). I've been in this neighborhood many times and know my way around, and never felt unsafe there. Got done at Steamworks about 9 pm, and as I was walking back to the train station, it was quiet; not very many people around on the street.

As I walked down Halsted, I noticed that there was this young guy, early twenties and about six feet tall, walking ahead of me. What got my attention was that he kept glancing back in my direction about every 15 seconds or so. He slowed down his pace, like he was anticipating me passing him. But I found his behavior weird, so I slowed down my pace as well. He turned left on Belmont, and walking about ten paces behind him, I did too. I thought I must be paranoid, but I kept watching him. He continued to glance back every so often, but never made full eye contact with me. As we got to the alley on Belmont, he quickly ducked off to the right, and disappeared from my sight. As I neared the alley, I expected to see him continuing his walk. But when I got to the alley, I saw ... nothing. It was like he had disappeared. Then, behind the telephone pole in the alley, I saw his shadow. He was hiding behind there, and I know he saw me looking for him. This freaked me out so much that I took off in a run and ran all the way to the Belmont train station, where I found the comfort of bright lighting and a small crowd of strangers waiting to board the train.

I don't know what it's like to be mugged, and I don't want to find out.

R128

Chicago has become the violent crime capital of the US. You're lucky.

Great thread

r128, maybe he thought you were after him?

My friend Joey was adopted from Canada as an infant at about a year old. He finally got the gumption to search for his biological family. He was curious as to why his parents gave him up. He contacted the Catholic adoption agencies' record department. They were really reluctant to match him with his bio mom. Both he and his mom were persistent so they finally relented. He also has a brother from a different family but same agency his parents adopted. It turns out that when his father went south to Montreal for seasonal work, the Catholic nuns were in cahoots with the local police and were trumping up charges on his mother. This allowed them to steal her three gorgeous children and sold them all to couples looking for children in the States and other southern areas in Quebec. The nuns and priests would get to travel around on the adoptive parents expense pretending to do welfare checks. They'd also pull this with Native children in the area. The Catholic diocese would use the same story with the adoptive parents saying the mother was an unmarried teenager. In actuality his parents were in their mid thirties. This happened in the 1960s. So, he wasn't given up for adoption but was stolen!

Wow R132. Mind blown here. I can relate to some of that,^ for reasons that I'm not currently prepared to elaborate on. But am obsessively, increasingly curious to address in my personal situation.

R133, your biological parents were in the locked room knocking!

Why don't the skinwalkers, witch doctors, Santeria types ever go after, say, Putin or Cheney or Trump or Pence types? You'd think if they had real power they'd be haunting and hexing the psychos who fuck everyone over.

R135, because they're on the same side, silly!

R133, wild, huh? He's figured out that no parent wants to lose their baby be it mom or dad. No one would in a perfect world. Be it no familial support or addiction problems or what have you, it happens. Forced, stolen or relinquished to give up a baby there's so many kids who get the shaft and become third wheel afterthoughts when the parent is selfish. keep the child in dysfunctional, marginal surroundings because they put themselves first to avoid the feelings of loss rather than their child's best future.

He learned his mother spent close to a year in a hospital for depression and then started drinking after the theft. He learned his parents paid big bucks for him as they were looking for a blond blue eyed Gerber baby. An exorbitant amount in the sixties. They were considered too old to adopt in the States. The church hid the most desirable children in foster care that they stole so their families couldn't reclaim them. Others willingly given up stayed in the orphanage until adopted. He just found this out last year and being an attorney is working on a class action lawsuit. You can't make this up. Life is better in our times because evil, greedy people now get discovered.

R117 It had longer limbs than a monkey and it was shaped mostly human-like. From most accounts the Skin Walkers can take an animal of their choosing and transform and use their powers magnified. It can fly, run faster, hop faster, etc. I know they travel MILES in seconds! I think I already knew it was a Skin Walker when I saw it. I was just in shock at seeing one.

The second one I saw with my family was on 4th of July and it was about 300 feet away in the darkness. It had longer hair and was wearing some sort of skin and had a white powder on parts of its skin.

R135 Hahaha! Actually, my sister and I were just talking about that over Christmas. It would do the world good. I don't know the answer. They are myopic in their power. An ego that probably wouldn't want to "help" mankind.

R136 is probably right. It takes a dark soul to maintain their evil. A Skin Walker has to kill a member or members of their immediate family to gain its powers. I have a grandmother who we suspect is a witch and FOUR of her sons have died over the years. My mother told me that a grandchild of my grandmother's saw the grandmother come home early one morning before the sun rose and said my grandmother was removing a skin off her back and that she was covered in white powder. Creepy. We don't associate with her.

R133, response to you didn't post. But the situation for this guy is leading him as an attorney to find other victims and file a class action lawsuit.

I saw a skin walker haunting Bellagio wearing poo shoes.

^The church put the stolen kids immediately into foster care and not the orphanage so their families couldn't reclaim them. He found out his parents paid a fortune for the blue eyed, blond Gerber baby. A lot of dough now, never mind the sixties.

R140 Use your troll-dar, idiot. I am hardly poo shoes. It didn't take long for you to ruin the thread though. Congratulations. You're the sad reason I was reluctant to share my story again.

Sorry, R142. I was making a typical DL joke. Wasn't trying to ruin the thread.😞

R142, R140 is not going after you personally. He's just giving a shout out to the regulars, including you on our inside joke of that old maid from Vegas. He knows you're not Poo Shoes. Cracks me up when they add that pic of her next to the pink chair every time I see it.

The skin walker had a coat like my pussy but it didn't stink.

-Cheryl

I don't get the Sarah Michelle Gellar inside joke here. Someone explain, please.

Thanks, r144.

No problem, R145.

How about this?

The skin walker was spinning plates on the hood in order to make America fank again?

[quote] I don't get the Sarah Michelle Gellar inside joke here. Someone explain, please

When George Michael died on Christmas, SMG apparently thought Boy George died and twatted about his death rather than that of George Michael.

Thanks R147, that's an absolute riot! Even better than the fact Gellar never got her botched parrot beak nose job fixed of old. Now that's a lawsuit right there. Dumb bitch. Tori Spelling dumb, that one.

SMG's nosejob is obviously the result of her Bat Mitzvah procedes cashed in later at 16.

R143 Thanks.

R128, thats truly creepy. Glad you ran away.

Anyone got roofie/GHB horror stories? I've two.

-Bill Cosbyesque Magnet, here

Had a popular real estate blog. Successful and I invested a lot of time on it to my boyfriemd's disapproval.

Suddenly I inherited the most annoying troll and stalker. I couldn't shake her. Used proxies, seemed so personal yet I shouldn't really be attracting anyone. Suspected other realtors. Years later when I viewed files, I hacked traffic when he started getting weird. All attention on him he wanted. The commenting troll was him all along.

Involuntarily and uncontrollable shaking along with a nice case of PTSD.

Thanks R137-141. But I'm hardly a blonde, blue eyed, Gerber baby type. I am adorably cute however.

I'm so not prepared to spill the skeletal contents of my extremely crowded closet out at DL quite yet...I might be just curiously inquiring for..a friend. :-)

Please R138. Your story is awesome. Really interesting and thought provoking. The joker owned up and all ruffled feathers are now smoothed over right?

I've got more funeral home true tales to regale, and the answer to exactly what was in the infamous room at the top of the stairs. I'm the AIKC - Scorpio poster. I'm not really a troll, just...misunderstood. The jokester^ above could attest. But I seem to be a magnet for the supernatural. So many weird events have occurred to me throughout my life, and 99% of them witnessed in the presence of others. Where to even begin?

PS: R137, while not Gerber-ish, I WAS born in the 60's. Still not ready for my deepest issues to be made known. One or two here at DL possess the sway over me, that I'd be putty in their trusted hands. And I don't even know them or their identities. Great thread!!

Bad fanatic here.

^fan fic

R153 try once again but now in English and sober please.

R157, shaddup

R155 This story is not of a witch Skin Walker. Like R156 says, it's fan fiction. Anything associated with Skinwalker Ranch and aliens is not about the Navajo witch.

These road stories are true. There was a video of a Skin Walker on YouTube once. It was a dark night and it was running on all fours next to a car. The Skin Walker had antlers and it crosses the road and it stands up and turns into an owl. Very fucking creepy.

The real estate blog troll- uncontrollable shaking and ptsd? Babies adopted out by nuns? Check your lame stories. And also check yourself, the gay one trying to get up the courage to anonymously share some high drama stolen baby story of his own. Bitch, please. Get a life.

Now I just know R160 is most definitely NOT referring to me, about me or concerning me in that mean little rant of a post.

Anonymous in Kansas City

R135 Plenty of witches/skinwalkers/satanists tried to hex those people and it didn't work. The power of their magic is very random if it is effective at all.They are not on the same side at all R136. I know it was a cute quip but there is a difference between a PT Barnumesque snake oil salesman and people who are part of the Reptilian New World Order agenda!

R153, I didn't follow. Who is "he"? Your partner? A colleague? A stranger?

R160, in 1960's and even 1970's Canada, First Nations children routinely were snatched from reserves and adopted out to white families, including single male pedophiles. This was from loving families. This is a well documented fact. So the adoption of white children from vulnerable families is not a stretch.

Many international adoptions take place under those circumstances, too. It's shameful. In South Korea, after the Korean War and continuing for several decades, Christian orphanages used to encourage poor parents, single mothers, etc., to put the children in care "temporarily" and then send the kids for American adoption without permission, lying on their records about it. It happened hundreds, thousands of times. They'd even take in lost kids who just got separated from their parents and make no effort to reunite them.

That's terrible, R64. It's also not weird, scary, or creepy.

My mother died when I was sixteen. I had not thought of her in a long time, but last year a woman reached out to me, my brother and sister -- she is the daughter my mom gave up for adoption years ago.

We arranged a few meetings and I was very struck by her physical resemblance and mannerisms to my mother. On the other hand my heart sank. This woman is uneducated and poor and seems friendless...about as alone as a person can be. She seems to want to be part of the family, but I can tell she resents us. We are hardly rich, but comfortably off and have good relationships/rely on each other. Right now we are debating giving her some $$. My brother is against it but I am for it. Just don't know how much it should be. I have the feeling she has never benefited from any generosity or ever had a break from anyone.

It is as though a strange ghost has come into our lives. I feel sorry for her but wish she would go away and long for the days before she appeared...then I feel guilty for being so uncharitable. Life feels dark and precarious now, because I realize I might have been in this woman's shoes. How little it takes to ruin a life.

Wow, R166. That's very fascinating. What prompted her to reach out, and find you? At least you have your brother and sister to converse with about this (as an only child, I'm envious). Something tells me to be cautious of this woman. Amazing how chance can completely change the course of lives.

After R153's first sentence I became lost.

Years ago we had another thread on this very topic. Someone linked this website. Fascinating stuff. Thanks to the original poster!

Once, on a popular gay message board, 2 beloved on-line strangers ghosted an internet newbie eldergay who had become very fond of the 2. You can still observe the eldergay sadly, post at night, seemingly lost, a shell of his formerly vibrant self.

It's said that if the eldergay were to ever hear the song SOS by ABBA...you could hear his mournful cries upon the night winds. Hearing songs by the Beach Boys, renders him catatonic with despair. It's such a sad tale..heartbreaking. :-)

Stop it with the adoptions- no one cares.

The allnurses thread seems interesting, but why is it that creepy ghost encounters don't seem to occur more frequently in hospitals or nursing homes? I've spent plenty of time working in both settings, and have experienced nothing. Anyone at DL have any stories?

Nursing Home worker here. I've seen shadows at all parts of the day walking either down halls or into rooms. No real "hauntings" it seems but there may be a couple people who stay when they die. They don't bother anyone and its the least haunted place I've been to honestly. I guess when many die they either go to the other side (whatever you choose to believe) or even to a place they loved like a house or something.

The only creepy thing thats ever happened to me in a nursing home setting was when I was taking care of a patient with end stage dementia which took away his ability to speak and eat (including everything else). He stopped eating but during the last couple weeks of his life he would stare at the ceiling and seem to track something with his eyes. He would become pretty agitated and eventually had to be sedated. A week before he died he came to me in a dream. He couldn't talk at first but when he did I asked him why he wouldn't pass on and he replied because he didn't want "THEM" to get him. I asked who they were and before I got an answer I woke up. Died 5 days later...

SMG went around wearing a cross didn't she? What a phony she is......

R166 if you're really that torn about it, do some background checking on her. Start with Google, but there are services that conduct these investigations for just these purposes.

Did she not go to a family when you're Mom gave her up for adoption?

I dont blame you for being wary, its the world we live in.

[quote] Did she not go to a family when you're Mom gave her up for adoption?

It is a hard knock life after all.

Where's the weird, creepy or scary part of this adoption story?

I was at home having some sherry and listening to records, and Dawn Davenport came to my door and pulled a gun on me.

I experience something called hynopompic imagery. That is when you wake up, you are in the waking state, but part of your brain is still dreaming. Hallucinations. This has led to some apparently strange and creepy encounters with 'people' in my bedroom. I now know how to deal with it, ie, put on the light, get up and walk around, so the images fade. Otherwise, I think I'd lose my mind from shock.

In 1978 there was a murder violent of a neighbor on her way home from an evening out.

My parents began walking another female friend of theirs home from the local social club to her quite isolated (for a City) home to ensure she was safe. When the murderer was eventually caught it turned out that he'd been living in their friends outbuilding in her large garden.

I was walking through a city park one afternoon with a friend and we passed a swing set. Two swings on chains, flexible rubber seats. I immediately felt nauseous and dizzy and then my friend said "Oh my god let's get out of here". He pointed out that both swings started swinging and there was no breeze. He was terrified and I just felt really icky. Anyway we turned and hurried away, back to our car.

We heard a man calling out to us and saw a middle aged man walking down his driveway toward us. He seemed very nervous. As he approached us he said " I just have to ask did you see something strange back there that made you want to go back to your car?" His breathing was getting kind of ragged and he was starting to shake. We told him about the swings and he was so relieved he started to cry and said "Thank you, thank you both so much" and then walked back to his house.

R74 made me lol

r181, that is creepy. I wonder what he was expecting you to say?

r169, I remember the thread that linked to allnurses. I read the allnurses thread in one sitting when I was alone at night. That was really scary stuff. Thanks for the link again.

R166

If she is your sister then be as generous as you could afford to be with a needy stranger.

What are her needs? Desires? Can some money solve some of her problems?

[quotes] What are her needs? Desires? Can some money solve some of her problems?

What does she do this girl you seek?

R99 this took place in western Pennsylvania. In addition to drugs, it was thought that he had meningitis, but his spinal tap came back clear. As did all of his other tests. It still haunts me to this day.

What is going on with the grammar in this thread? I'm starting to wonder if the same person is typing multiple stories.

[quote] I'm starting to wonder if the same person is typing multiple stories.

Aren't many threads on Datalounge predominately just one person having a conversation with themselves?

Get on my level, bitches.

Didn't all the SJWs get their panties in a wad when JK Rowling wrote about skinwalkers in her American HP world book(s)? Their argument is that since she's white (and a woman: I never see them going after men for these things), she has no right to "appropriate" Native American witchcraft concepts to fit into her beloved fictional narratives. A subsection of her fandom is reportedly declaring it Problematic and Disappointing 😂

I had moved to the next door apartment in my building. Late at night when I was in bed I heard a knocking on my front door. I wasn't expecting a visitor and I froze with fear. This is the first time this happened to me but for some reason the knocking really freaked me out. I was determined to move and eventually I unfroze and made my way to the door. I opened it and saw a cat. This was the cat that lived in the house next door who I had been letting sleep at nights in my other unit. It somehow learned I had moved and came a'knocking for me. I let it in.

It was the early 1990's and I was in Suite 302 at The Ritz, Chanel's old suite. It was luxurious if a bit threadbare but I had asked my friend to book it. He wanted to go out and I was pooped so we fought and I swallowed a cube of Tunisian hash to zone out as he stomped off. I was dreamily appreciating the then forgotten Le Brun painting, The Sacrifice of Polyxena, which Coco surely received as looted art from her Nazi lover. When I awoke, Coco was sitting there in the salon with me, and we drank gin, smoked, and spoke about our lovers and their cocks for a long moment. She told me my current lover was a praying mantis and would kill and eat me and I had to leave him immediately. I was in mortal danger, she said. So, I packed my bag and went to a fleabag hotel Montmarte. I was high for a few days on that cube. Several months later I met my ex-lover in NY and he told me he was HIV+ and had hidden it because he was afraid I wouldn't want to be with him. Thankfully I was spared as we had only had safe sex.

Bump in the night.

"Didn't all the SJWs get their panties in a wad when JK Rowling wrote about skinwalkers in her American HP world book(s)? Their argument is that since she's white (and a woman: I never see them going after men for these things), she has no right to 'appropriate' Native American witchcraft concepts to fit into her beloved fictional narratives."

The SJWs were misinformed. Shapeshifting is a popular occult past-time, and "white" shamans of the Sammi, Scandinavian, Anglo-Saxon, and German people were expected to master sending their fetches (part of their astral bodies/hames) to and fro. Ceremonial and/or kaos magicians, stregeria, and some pagans also have various traditions of morphing their astral bodies and cruising around outside of their physical ones. Most SJW are too busy meddling in other cultures' business to spend much time getting to know their own.

^ Jan Fries and Raven Kaldera have written several books apiece on modern magic and shamanism, and astral shapeshifting is mentioned in several of them. I'm sure there is also plenty other information available on the topic of what white folks get up to, courtesy our pals Google, Yahoo, Opera, Comodo, Chrome, and Firefox.

R195

SJWs don't care about facts. Facts are for heartless Nazi conservatives.

How they FEEL about things dictates reality to them.

The warnings by conservatives in the 1990s, about how corrosive "PC Culture" would be, went unheeded and now we are seeing the fruits of it.

Steve Martin called Carrie Fisher "the most beautiful creature" on Twitter and the SJWs attacked him so viciously he deleted his account.

The baby thing actually happened r160.

Not creepy, but about the baby thing, my father (blonde, blue eyed) was adopted out of a Newfoundland orphanage in 1950. When my Grandpa was transferred to a Base back in the States my Grandma was kept at the border for weeks while the adoption was investigated. The Canadian border police were very aware of the baby thefts and sales.

There is a creepy story about several children vanishing from a residential school in British Columbia following a picnic and day visit by Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip in the 60s. They left the school that same night with the royal entourage and were never seen again by the other children.

R199 Wasn't that proven to be a hoax? Elizabeth only eats children the other Reptilians get for her. That is a known fact.

R192 Chilling and amusing. Rare combo.

I once sat on a plane in which my headset was broken so I eavesdropped on the conversation top conspiracy theorists next to me. According to them, Stanley Kubrick was murdered when in post on EYES WIDE SHUT for researching too much detailed information about the ultra powerful at the likes of BOHEMIAN GROVE. They mentioned Jill Dando and other such high profile crimes and deaths.

Gave me nightmare for a week.

[quote] top conspiracy theorists next to me

How did you know they were top conspiracy theorists?

What exactly is a top conspiracy theorist? I've heard about that too r199

Top Conspiracy Theorist=man who has never been fucked by a good Top.

Yes, r106. I have neighbors, a man and a wife, he is 67 and she is 58. They keep to themselves, do socialize with her mother and the odd friend or two, but mostly hole themselves up in their tiny, kind of hoarder-like house and drink. She is always angry, he is angry also but tries to put on a very friendly mien. People LOVE him. But I know he is one of those sociopaths (other poster referred to), has no conscience, hates people, with argue, pick fights and she is the same.

I've never met two such angry, scary people in my life. She smokes a lot of pot. And is very paranoid. I know this doesn't sound creepy at all but based on r106's comment (Ever have someone in your life, a neighbor or colleague, who you don't see often but when you do, even for a second or two, you feel as if they took something from your soul? Most people seem to like the person but you feelings for them border on dread?), I know exactly what he/she means. It is a deep-seated dread, sickening feeling, that you want to stay as far away as possible from these people.

Do not refer to me as "colored".

R166,

Would love more details about your dilemma. How old is the sister (30s/40s?), and how old are the rest of you? Does she have kids? Addiction problems, etc?

I agree with the above poster: you don't have to give a substantial amount to help someone who really doesn't have much.

R90 reminded me of this, I had an uncle who was a police officer. Back in the 70s he and his partner were called to a young black guy 'running riot' in a suburban street. When he got there the guy was just sitting quietly on the curb, staring into nothing and blood oozing from multiple scratches on his face. A resident came out and said he'd been running up and down the street beating on doors begging to get in, shouting about 'don't let them get me' but there was no one else there. He'd eventually just started hitting his head into tree trunks.

The assumption was drugs so they bundled him in the back of the car and were taking him back to the drunk tank to sleep it off. En route he started muttering and moaning, jerking back from imaginary frights etc., so my uncle thought the guy needed medical treatment more than sleeping it off. At the emergency room he was tested for various substances and was clean. He was getting more and more agitated so they doped him with gargantuan amounts of sedative while waiting transfer to a psych unit. He was still twitching even under sedation.

An old lady came by and asked to see him, said it was her grandson. They were reluctant because of the state he was in but she insisted so they let her go to him. She held his hand and he immediately stopped twitching. She stayed with him until the sedatives wore off and he was calm when he came to. The old lady spoke with him a while, pressed a crucifix into his hand and then left, on the way out she told the nurse (a friend of my uncle) her grandson would be fine now, the demon had moved on.

Ten minutes later another patient started running up and down corridors, going wild and beating on doors begging to get in and smashing his face into walls. When the nurse was telling my uncle all this she said it wasn't the first time this same story had happened at that hospital and that she'd heard of it at others too. Always young men, always 'don't let them get me'.

R118 here. It wasn't until years later after my Father died that I would finally discover what was in the room at the top of the staircase of the funeral home.

It REALLY was a small storage room. It featured shelves lining the small-ish space. My Dad kept valuables from the bodies in the attic storage in case family members would want to claim it. It was a very narrow space that could only accommodate one person at a time.

So, there was no sign or indication of how anything living would have been in the room, padlocked away and pounding furiously from the inside of the door.

I no longer stayed at the funeral home on weekdays while my Dad worked after the scary incident with my Mom, Dino the Great Dane and I. My Mom was having none of that. But I did have to spend weekends there. There were 2 kids that I played with that would mysteriously appear whenever I would go out to play from the rear entrance of the parlor. It'd usually never fail, lonely kid, me, would go out to play, with my dog Dino, and there would be 2 kids my age that instantly showed up wanting to play too. Yeah..adults saw them too. I'll explain at another, non-hungover, post holiday time, soon.

Come on, r210, don't leave us hanging.

Someone should check on R210. Maybe the storeroom finally got 'im.

The store room can keep him.

R210 back. I had to escape from the store room. My only sibling was my older brother who was already in highschool when my Dad started his funeral business, in the year I was born. So it was kind of like growing up an only child for me.

This was the late 60's, early 70's. Latch key generation expert here, but not for a while yet. There was an elementary school a block away towards the West facing rear of the building. I was beginning Kindergarten at the neighboring school. Even with my ever present Great Dane buddy, I'd get a little lonely for other kids to play with.

I remember first meeting Tony and Roslyn when I was 4 at about the same time I was old enough to walk about independently with Dino. It was an Autumn day and Dino and I were running around in the back yard area of the funeral home. The area was walled in and had a narrow path in the grass and surrounding trees leading to the next block over where the school and a few homes were located.

Tony and Roslyn were my age, about 4, dressed in what I thought to appear as church clothes. He (Tony) wore a crisp white button up shirt, trousers that didn't look like they were made to play in the grass and dirt in, and hard soled formal looking shoes. Roslyn wore a pretty white colored dress, with a navy blue sweater, and white, shiny, patent leather little mary jane shoes with the buckle.

Whenever I'd go outside to play from the back entrance, I'd see Tony and Roslyn walking up the grass path and soon as my feet would hit the back porch, there they'd be. Always smiling and ready to play. They would play and interact with Dino, who never barked at them or got defensive of me from. Tony, Roslyn, Dino and I would run around, playing and screaming like kids do, for hours until I went indoors.

My Mom saw me playing with them and came out to meet them. She invited them in for lunch several times, but T &R would ALWAYS very politely refuse. My Mom vetted them like grown ups do and asked them where they lived, who with and this and that.

They were with me on my very first day of Kindergarten. I was terrified seeing all the kids up to 8th graders, waiting on the playground for the doors to open and school to begin. I was too young to notice that they would wait outside with me, but would begin to walk away, toward their house. Where they told my Mom and me they lived with their grandmom.

T & R were with me on the second day of school when an older kid took my Snickers bar and ran off. I was bawling full force, and they provided comfort, but curiously didn't scream out at the fleeing offender. My Dad had seen me playing with T & R on several occasions, but after reassurances from my Mom, didn't think twice about them.

Our playing together went on for months. My parents were glad that I'd made some little play pals and was less lonely. One day my Father's best friend came to get me to come in, he'd seen me playing with T & R many times but this was his first time being close up to them. He reaction to them was odd enough for a kid like me to pick up on.

I was questioned about them over and over that evening. I was scared that I was in trouble or they were. So he and my Dad show me really old looking pictures of T & R, and they already knew, because they'd seen Tony and Roslyn a hundred times.

Only years later did I put 2 and 2 together and realize that what my "uncle" had shown me were 2 funeral programs featuring T & R. Apparently Tony and Roslyn had died decades before. Everyone, including my older bro had seen T & R, spoken with them, and interacted with them as I had. My Dad and Bro were not believers in anything supernatural. Again, my Mom, and this time, my Dad's best friend, were a different story. My "uncle" (Dad's bf) even knew T & R's grandma. My Dad NEVER spoke of this. My Mom just accepted it. She gave me a little more freedom and independence. I guess she realized that I could take care of myself somewhat, or knew of others who could. My older bro conveniently gets amnesia on this subject. T & R were 2 fun-loving kids who gave me a gift of friendship.

Do you still have the funeral program? I want to see their pictures. Did no one ever mention to the grandmother that, hey, your dead grandkids' ghosts seem perfectly happy and have been making friends and interacting with the neighborhood? It may have given her comfort to know their spirits were apparently at peace.

During the following Summer, my Dad took me on a short road trip. We went to a sprawling farm featuring a nice house on the property. Being a city slicker kid, I was in pure hog heaven. Just kidding...farmer guy had horses and maybe a cow or other farm animals, but I only remember the horses and bothering the nice farmer friend of my Dad to ride one of his horses for my first time.

My Dad's friend was extremely nice, but very sad acting. I could tell upon meeting him that he'd just been crying before we arrived. Farmer guy went out of his way to be nice and appear cheery. I'm a Scorpio, and even at 4 or 5 was intuitive and perceptive enough to know stuff.

I had brought my new toy (Dino didn't come along) and was told by the two of them to go play while they talked business. The farmer guy's sadness was starting to get to me, so I happily agreed to go play on this beautiful piece of his farmland that went on for miles.

I was drawn to the horses who were fenced in. After a while, I began to play with my toys. I had a new water powered rocket, and a glider airplane. Farmer guy's border collie had come over to play with me and was gleefully retrieving the rocket for me. We were a good distance away from the house, because I didn't want my toys getting stuck up on the roof of the house. But within eyesight of anyone inside looking out.

So, after only playing a short while, a young boy is there with us after I looked up from the distraction of preparing water rocket for a launch. He had sandy blonde hair, eyeglasses and we instantly clicked. He told me his name was Donnie. He was my same age. He told me that after we were done playing with the toys, he'd ask his Dad if we could ride the horses.

We played that Summer most of the afternoon. I began to get thirsty and went inside the house to get something. Donnie remained outside with his dog, playing with the toys. The farmer guy and my Dad were in the kitchen standing by some windows facing the back where Donnie and I were playing. Again...farmer dude was so sad and morose. With my Dad's business and all, I had learned to close myself off from grieving adults.

As I was preparing to go back outside and continue playing with my new bff's, my Dad said we'd be leaving soon. I protested and stated that Donnie said he was going to ask his Dad about us riding the horses. When I mentioned this FG really started sobbing. I remember him trying to remain calm so as not to scare me or freak me out. He questioned me about how I knew Donnie and exactly what we had talked about. I told him everything that I knew and understood, and he was fighting back tears.

I myself began to cry when I realized that my Dad and I were leaving..and I wouldn't be riding ANY horses that day. I told them that I needed to go get my toys and say goodbye to Donnie. Farmer guy was crying and heaving with the effort. My Dad said to leave my toys with Donnie, and I could come back and get them at another time, soon, an that I'd be allowed to ride the horses. Needless to say, we never returned. But at least my Dad signed me up for camp the following Summer and I would learn horseback riding. Do I need to spell it out? Only after my Dad passed did I ask my Mother about this. She said that my Dad was trying to console his friend the FG, who had recently lost his son Donny and needed closure. My Mom explained that whatever FG and Dad had witnessed, he never really elaborated to her. But it brought my Dad a little understanding and closure on some issues concerning me, as well.

So, the everyone saw these two dead children as if they were of the living? When did they stop coming around?

[quote]Sorry, [R142]. I was making a typical DL joke. Wasn't trying to ruin the thread.😞

Oh, puhleeze, R143. You only ruined it for Poo Shoes. The rest of us are just fine.

Kansas,

Now that you're an adult, do you still see things?

It seems yes R217. But the kids would only come around and allow themselves to be seen if I were present, for some reason, especially Donnie.

R219. Not like I did as a child. Back then I could interact with spirits while awake, fully conscious. Since about 21, only during sleep am I aware of "presences" or entities. I had to teach myself and develop lucid dreaming skills to shield myself from harm and fear. At my strongest, I was able to stop any and all dreams on the spot if they became too scary or threatening. I'm ALWAYS aware that it is only a dream, and I used to be able to control my dreams to the point of almost DVR capability. I would awaken and if I was particularly enjoying my dream, pick it up right where it left off before I woke up, or shut it down, instantly, in full sleeping awareness if it was too disturbing for me to want to deal with.

An extremely obese good friend and coworker of mine had to retire in her 50's because of the toll her weight took upon her health. While enjoying a pleasant dream about a year after our last contact, my dream was suddenly " hijacked" and taken over.

The next thing I know, in my dream, I'm being pursued by someone or something, and I'm running for my life. It was daylight outside (I work nights) and also in my dream. I remember my thrilling self awareness that..oh goodie, I'm about to enjoy a rare nightmare that I'm in complete control over. Anyway, in my dream as I'm being pursued by an unknown another I run up to a unfamiliar, idling but parked car. I open the passenger door and climb inside.

I don't know or observe who is behind the wheel until I'm next to them. It was my ex coworker. I should have been panicked from the being chased vibe, but I was in control. I look over at my friend and say, "B" get out of here! Get the car moving.."they're"(?) trying to get me. My friend is just casually sitting at the wheel of the idling car, while not even acknowledging my panicking ass.

So with increasing urgency, I'm like.."B!" "B?" GO! NOW! She's still lolligagging around. So I turn to face her..." B!" Wake the fuck up. They're going to kill us!!! After this scary shit, in my dream I'm like..enough already. Next. I would discover a few days later, that my friend "B" was undergoing knee surgery at the exact time that I was asleep and dreaming of her. She coded on the operating table, and told me that she remembers hearing my voice screaming at her to wake the fuck up at that exact moment, when she stated that all she felt like doing was surrendering to what she said was complete exhaustion, and allowing herself to fall asleep. But my distressed, shill cries broke her malaise and kept her alert. Her vital signs stabilized at that instant of our dream sync.

Kansas, thanks for answering. Sure would love to hear more about your experiences if you feel like sharing.

Another time? Soon. I'm starting to get pretty sleepy...my whole nightowl thing.

My writing gets more shitty as day time goes along. I'm at my best from midnight until 5am. There's witnessed UFO events throughout my life. Out of body, Matrix like encounters. Witnessing the use of very real magix several times. Ghosts, ghosts and more ghosts. The ghosts...they seem to like my gay ass. The ghosts love the gays...LOL.

First pet being a black cat named Midnight that my family adopted as ours after Midnight just shows up one day after I was born and brought home from the hospital. I'm a freak like that. Supernatural magnet me much? Uh...yep.

Thanks! Yes, ghosts in particular. But please take your time.

And thank you.

How many "uncles" did your dad keep around?

I love the AIKC stories. Feels like a friend I know. Know so much about him. KC, you say you're biracial. We're your parents biracial as well? Curious about Dad's funeral home biz.

Did you ever see bodies getting drained and prepared? Who did the makeup, etc?

Also, do you drink alcohol or smoke weed? If so, do your experiences change?

KC, tell us about your UFO experiences. When and where?

Did everyone see Chile just released video of a UFO that a military helicopter saw two years ago.

R227 Thanks for that! Bizarre discharging UFO.

A few years ago I lived in a ground floor apartment (in a small block of 4). One night I had fallen asleep on my lounge with the TV on. I don't know why I woke up (it was about 4 AM), but felt someone was in my apartment. I looked over to the doorway to the kitchen (the light was on) but didn't see anything. When I stood up to have a better view of the kitchen, there was a person with a hoodie on standing in my kitchen near to the window! I yelled at him and he scrambled out the open window. I quickly ran over and locked the window. I couldn't see anything missing but realized later that a few hundred dollars were missing from my wallet. The a-hole had obviously been in my apartment for several minutes before I awoke and definitely would have seen me asleep on the lounge.

Oh shit, r229! Those kind of stories scare me more than ghost stories.

R230, I was so freaked out by it that I stayed elsewhere for 6 weeks. The place where I live now has security screens on all the windows.

When I was little, I used to dream there was someone at the door to my room.

I lived in an old brownstone in the city, and had quit my job and was living on my savings, but otherwise, not looking too hard for a new job at the time. I hooked up with a shady guy I met on the street: boring sex, and I realized he was a druggie, so that was that. A couple days after the boring hookup, I come home, and there's a turd in my toilet (the flusher wasn't working properly, so I had to lift the lid and trigger it from inside the tank while I waited for my maintenance to fix it). It sort of freaked me out, but I thought that maybe I had forgotten to flush (which isn't really the kind of thing I do). A few days later, I'm lying in bed on a Sunday morning, and I hear knocking on my door. My building was supposed to be secure, and any friend knew to call first before visiting, so I could plan to let them in. It was early in the morning, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with any neighbors, so I ignored the knocking. After a few minutes, I hear a shuffling sound, and suddenly the transom over the front door was flipped over, and boring lay from a few days ago drops himself through the transom into the hallway between the bedroom and living room. I kept a baseball bat in my bedroom closet, and grabbed it and chased him into the living room while I called 911, and told him he'd better get out before the cops came. The cops didn't care one bit when they finally arrived: two gays having a spat was how it was handled. I moved in with my parents to get away from there ASAP.

What is the purpose of a transom that opens over an exterior door?

r234, my brownstone still had the original gas-jets (capped) in the walls where the gaslights used to be, and the electrical wiring was a later addition. Transoms were to allow air-circulation, letting warm air from the top of the room out. I just had no idea that mine wasn't secured: never had reason to investigate it before that. I nailed it shut that evening, but still started packing to leave that day.

R235, thanks for the explanation! I'm really impressed by the two of you who found an intruder at home and had the guts to defend yourself. I completely freeze and seize when I heard anything suspicious.

t236, Thanks, I appreciate that. BTW, the very same guy mugged me about a week later when I was coming home one evening: he had managed to hide and grabbed me in the entryway to my building, and held a knife to my throat, and I had to give him all the cash in my wallet to get him away from me. My first instinct was to fight back, but with two sets of glass doors on either side of me, and a knife being held up against my throat, I gave in. Again, the police laughed the whole thing off when they arrived. I grew up in a blue-collar neighborhood, and had to defend myself from the other punk kids in my neighborhood pretty early on, and definitely got beaten up plenty of times by older thugs. Looking back, I was an idiot to allow this shady guy into my life in the first place: I don't do that kind of thing anymore.

Why would you fuck a random John Doe off the street and bring them into your place? Those are the kind of practices that completely confuse me. You have no idea who these people are and you trust them with your lives.

Oh we did that sort of thing all the time, back then, R238. Not smart, I grant you. Thinking with the dick.

I'd just rented a room in my friend's parent's house, their attic and went to bed late one night, around Christmas. It was a huge room in an old brownstone and the parents were old Polish folks who'd had 3 kids and several renters over the years. They often climbed the stairs to check on me in those first few weeks, so when the door creaked open, I thought it was the dad and called out "papa, is that you?" but no one answered. I looked in the doorway, which was backlit by a light in the hall, and though I could see the outline of someone, I couldn't make out their features. I asked again, 'papa, is that you?" and I got a strange answer "who are you?" - I lay there, confused for a moment, and then laughed and said "papa, you know it's me" and rolled back over and went to sleep. The next morning, I was joking around at breakfast with the family and told papa, "you know my name, were you drunk?" - both parents stood abruptly up from the table and immediately started asking me a ton of questions: what time did this happen? what did he look like?, etc. My friend, their daughter, told me, after they left the room without explanation, that her older brother had been murdered that night, over ten years previously. The room I was renting was his former bedroom. He always came home for Christmas and stayed in his old room when visiting. They had rented the room out for the first time since his death, to me. I moved downstairs after that.

Like AIKC, I seem to be a 'weird attractor'. When I was just a little kid, about 4 or so, I suddenly started crying at the kitchen table and asking my mother why the 'old lady' was standing in the doorway. She looked horrible, gray, extremely old, and I didn't recognize her. It looked like she was sad and kept beckoning towards the family, but no one saw her but me. I remember panicking because my mother didn't believe me. A minute later the phone rings and it's my grandmother telling my father than his grandmother, a woman of 106, was dead.

Has anyone who is able to see spirits as a child able to do so as an adult? What do you think helped you?

for a long time after puberty, I didn't 'see' or 'hear' anything and I think it was because I was so 'focused' on other things. As I've aged and taken up a meditation practice, this type of thing happens more frequently now. I was living in a home in the NE Kingdom of VT, about 5 years ago. It was originally built in 1840 and is a beautiful Victorian. For about two months after we moved in, my partner and I were woken up ever few mornings, at the same time of 3:30AM. Whenever this happened, I could see, floating at the end of the bed, the head and shoulders of a man dressed in old fashioned clothes and with long sideburns of the type popular during the Civil War. This man kept saying "get out, the house is on fire." My partner, also a sensitive man, heard the voice, but didn't see the apparition. Turns out the man was a prominent member of the legislature who died fairly young, in his early 40's. We found his gravestone in the cellar at the foot of the stairs. It was a common practice in the region to keep them as a 'keepsake' and even display them in the home, when a loved one was put in a tomb or a new gravestone was carved. The house had a fire, but it was long after his death. It was certainly a creepy situation, even though neither one of use was ever frightened when seeing or hearing him

^^sorry about the typos - I'm usually pretty accurate, but these stories get me excited and I type too fast

Yeah, saw Bigfoot.

I used to live in an apartment complex shortly after college, with my bedroom wall adjoined next to my neighbor's bedroom wall as well. Slightly weird set-up, but anyhow, not a problem. I was quiet and my neighbor was a quiet, mousy middle aged woman, and I lived there for 3 years without incident. Anyhow, one night as I'm watching TV in the late evening, I hear knocking on the front door. It's my next door neighbor. I open the door to greet her, and she is slightly upset.

I ask what's up, and she said, "Hey, could you please stop moving heavy furniture and making a racket in the middle of the night?"

I have no clue what she is talking about, as I hadn't moved anything anywhere in my apartment.

She proceeded to explain to me that for the last 5 nights, she had been awakened by loud banging coming from my side of the wall, around 3 - 4 a.m., along with the sound of my voice arguing loudly with some other man. Impossible. I hadn't had anybody to sleep over for months. I suggested that maybe she had been dreaming, but nope, she was adamant. She suggested that maybe I was sleep-walking. We left it at that, but I felt unsettled.

The week after, nothing out of the ordinary, no more complaints about banging, nothing strange except the left shoe of my favorite pair of running shoes goes missing. I look everywhere, my car, all over the apartment, but find it nowhere. It makes no sense, as I always put the shoes in the same exact spot, right near the front door. I don't think much of it until a few days later, I go looking for something else in the top shelf of my closet. And then right there inside of a cardboard box is that left shoe.

Scared the hell out of me. I moved out of there as quickly as I could.

AIKC's a douchenozzle.

Spray her with water and it sluices off as vinegar.

R, strange that you lived there for three years peaceably before it started.

R245, mirrors will do that

If my Mom had a 'spirit animal' it would be a deer. Nothing excited her more than seeing a deer. Growing up, they weren't as common and pestiferous as they tend to be, now. She spent several years in a terrible depression, and I finally got her out of the house by showing her a place where they had a captive herd of deer, and people could come up to the fence and feed them (apples, carrots and such). She ventured out of the house for the first time in years (in a housecoat and bathrobe) after I showed her photos of me and my Dad feeding the deer. The first time she held out a carrot to a young doe, she became herself again, and all the angst and hurt disappeared and she was an excited, happy girl again. It wasn't a permanent cure, by any means. I eventually learned to take my parents out on the weekends on long drives in the country, where my Mom was excited to see the cattle and horses of her youth that she hadn't seen in ages, and she'd count every hawk we saw, every deer, and the day with the most deer seen was always the best. My Mom died trying as hard as possible (despite her own debilitating illnesses) caring for my Dad, who's Alzheimer's was rapidly progressing. When I went to buy the plots at the cemetery that she finally admitted she would prefer, I chose a plot at the back of the cemetery, the most undeveloped area, where we used to occasionally see deer, wild turkeys and foxes. I wanted her to be close to the friends she so loved in life. But it wasn't until a couple of years later, talking with my brother about losing our parents, that I remembered that we had driven to that same spot, in the same cemetery, only about two weeks before she died. There was an active ceremony in progress, and the road was lined with cars on both sides, I tried to navigate it, but it got too tight, so I had so slowly back out and do a U turn. The whole time, my Mom was muttering under her breath, "Jesus, Mary, Joseph" over and over again, like a chant. She was truly panicked, and I didn't get it. The only other time I heard her use those words was when I rode with her in the ambulance when she had a sudden blood clot, and was afraid to die. Looking back, I can't help but realize she already knew she was looking at her final resting place. I bought the plots without remembering the incident, until talking with my brother stirred that recollection, I don't know what I believe about it.

Anyone else sad at the thought of a spirit trapped someplace and repeating the same event over and over till someone who is sensitive to their presence can tell them to move on?

R251, YES, I was going to post the same thing. Especially children and people who have been murdered. Why haven't they been able to go onto a better, happier place?

You're a lovely man, R250.

r253, thank you, that's very kind. You're a good person to give a sad person a bit of a warmth during a difficult season.

R246, that is freaky! I would have moved out ASAP.

I've shared this before, and it isn't my experience, but my aunt lived in Hollywood, on Franklin, in the late '60s, and for the span of a good 6 months, she believed someone or some people were entering her apartment and moving things around at night. Drapes would be open in the morning, where they had been closed. Frozen TV dinners that had been in the freezer were left out to thaw on the kitchen counter. She found brunette hairs that weren't hers scattered in the kitchen (she was a strawberry blonde).

I was a young kid when all of this was going on, and I remember nobody believing her because she was sort of a hippy dippy type who liked her drinks and probably more.

It wouldn't be for a few years later that it came out that Manson family liked to creepy crawl people's homes as practice, so I would say she was both vindicated and lucky!

Now that is a freaky story, R256! Did she ever hear anything, or was the evidence just the way the stuff was gone in the a.m.?

There was someone at the sauna last night with HOLE 4 RENT written in large black textacolor on his back.

Does that count?

Ack, R256! You got me at the brunette hairs part! Please tell me your aunt went to the cops or moved away as soon as she could!

Holy crap R256! That was super creepy - thank God your aunt wasn't one of their victims!

R250, I hadn't expected to read such a touching story on the "creepy" thread. How kind of you to care for your mom so much, and take her places that would life her heart, when she was so blue. You're a good soul.

Nice of the Manson people to thaw her frozen dinner for her. Honestly, if you take out the homicidal epilogue, having someone break into your house and do chores would not be so bad.

I worked in a 100+ year old building for a company that made potpourri and candles. The building had housed many different companies over the past century. I had an assistant who had escaped from Cuba many years ago she had the"gift" she could see and communicate with people who had passed on. She told me there were 2 spirits in the building one on the 4th floor where we had our offices and one on the third floor which was used to store supplies. The owners cat would hang around ours offices and whenever the cat would start to whine we knew the ghost was around us. My assistant would never go to the third floor alone she would never say why she felt this way.

Thank you for that story R250. It made me tear up because of the unconditional love you showed your mother during an illness that many people have little patience for. She was very fortunate to have you help her.

R256, definitely sounds like the Manson family was in your aunt's house. Thank goodness they were only at the creepy-crawling stage.

It doesn't sound like Charlie has long to live with his health going steadily downhill the past few months and intestinal bleeding.

r261, r264, Thank you both for your kind words. The only time I ever take flowers to the cemetery is on my Mom's birthday. The rest of the time, I leave a few apples, to guarantee her favorite friends will pay a vist.

So as not to derail the thread, a real ghost story (although not very scary). My father told me once that his father had seen some dark figure at the bottom of the stairs in their old brick row-house, and had yelled, "Get the hell out of my house" and ran after the figure chasing it up the stairs before it disappeared. That sounded a lot like my Grandpa, a very intimidating, but secretly very sweet man. I hadn't thought of that story in a long time, until two years ago, at my cousins' house for Thanksgiving, two of my cousins were talking about my Grandma's house, and how they dreaded spending the night there (I never spent the night myself). I asked them why, and they looked at each other and then to me, and just said, "we were always seeing things that weren't right". I tried to get them to elaborate, but they both just shuddered in dread and refused to share any details.

I believe in ghosts, but don't really know what to make of them: I sort of think there may be several different 'species'. Mankind has shared the world with elephants for millions of years, but it was only rather recently that it's been shown that they can communicate over large distances through subsonic sound: the lower the frequency of the sound, the farther it can travel. I think, in some cases, there may be some kind of scientific explanation for some types of ghosts, but we don't even know how/where to investigate, just like no one had the imagination to investigate how elephants may communicate in a way that would be invisible to someone without the right technology. And I don't know any science that can explain that real evil exists.

[quote]I don't know any science that can explain that real evil exists.

Political-, r265.

This isn't a ghost story, but it was very creepy at the time although nothing major actually happened.

Years ago I lived in a flat above a shop. There were four flats in a row with a communal corridoor, and in the bathroom there was a hatch that went up into the loft. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that things sometimes weren't where I had left them. It was nothing major, but I'd sometimes find something like a video had been moved or something like that, and I was sure I didn't do it, or the TV was on standby when I'd switched it off at the wall, but I usually put it down to being forgetful. Sometimes it could be ornaments had switched places, a book was open at the wrong page, the light was on when I'd switched it off, etc. Just really trivial things, and it went on for months.

One day I came home from work and found a bottle of bleach had moved. I had cleaned the sink before I went out and left the bleach in the sink, but when I came home it had moved to the worktop, which freaked me out immensely as it was the first time I could remember 100% it wasn't where I left it, so it was like clarification that this thing I'd been uneasy about but putting to the back of my mind was actually real.

And the distinct impression I got was that whoever was doing it wanted me to know they were doing it but not have any actual proof.

Anyway, as the time had gone on, I'd been having nightmares which always seemed to centre around me going to the bathroom and finding the hatch open. I wasn't quite sure why I kept dreaming that, but I'd come to the conclusion that it was related. So right after the bleach incident, I put my head up into the loft (I didn't have a ladder to get up there) and found that the loft space went over the four flats so if each one had a hatch, someone could go up there from one of the others flats and get into mine.

Naturally I started looking for a new place. I also started sleeping with my bedroom door wedged closed and a knife under my pillow. At one point I even put a table with loads of stuff on it in front of the bathroom door so if someone came in while I was asleep, they'd knock the table over and wake me up.

A few weeks later I found a house and handed my notice in. A fortnight before I moved, my next door neighbour also moved out and my friend had come round. I was telling him about all this, and for some reason we decided to try my ket in the neighbour's door. It fit, so it wasn't much of a stretch to assume the landlord had just put the same lock in every door, so whoever it was could have also been getting in that way too.

I never got to the bottom of it. It could have been one of the neighbours, but my gut feeling was that it was the landlord. I don't know if itwas some sort of power thing or he just wanted me to move out. If it was the latter, it worked as I left a couple of weeks later.

R259, my aunt never did go to the cops mostly because nothing threatening ever happened to her. Plus, her own sister (my mother) didn't really believe her, so she figured, who else will? On more than one occasion, my mom suggested it was probably one of her many "boyfriends" playing a trick on her.

I believe she did complain to the landlord, after she started locking her front door and kept having things moved around. The landlord simply promised to keep an eye out on her and on the property.

After awhile, she actually believed she had a benevolent ghost or "entity" in her apartment. Keep in mind that she was a hippy-dippy type who believed in spiritualism and all that sort.. She gave her friendly ghost a nickname, I forget what now. The only time she ever freaked out was when she found her cat without his collar, and then later found the collar in the bathtub. Whoever had taken off the collar had had to cross into and through her bedroom to get access to the restroom.

The late 60s were a weird time. People kind of accepted that there were strange things going on, yet at the same time, were not as quick to hysteria about crime and safety as they are now.

My grandmother moved to Sydney when i was born back in the early Nineties about the same time "The Granny Killer" John Glover was carrying out his murders. He would stalk elderly women who were usually returning home from shops etc and strangle/ assault them (choking them with their stockings, smashing their heads against concrete etc) One day my grandmother is at her home in Sydney's Lower North Shore and she hears a knock on the door. She was a no bullshit kind of woman, loved a beer and did not suffer fools. She yells "Who is it?" and a deep voice replies "i'm hear to check your gas meter". She opens the door to a unit of a man, grey hair and looked the part of a tradesman/gas checking kind of bloke. She's like "alright make this quick" watches him the whole time hes in her apartment and he just tinkers around kind of checking things out and she is very suspicious at this moment in time, no doubt he was interrupting her watching the cricket on TV. She ends up basically telling him to piss off and he leaves in a bit of a huff. A few months later John Wayne Glover is arrested and she contacts the police about the incident as this was the man who was "checking her gas meter" aka checking out his next trophy kill a few months earlier. She goes to the court hearing, looks him in the eye and says "Rot in Hell you Bastard"

Holy crap, r269! Your grandma rocks! How old are you?

Thanks R225-R226. My biraciality comes from a black dad, white (ginger) mom. The funeral home was a sort of castle looking very old stone brick building. And no, I'm not much of an alcohol fan, but a pothead since 15.

Back in Feb. '86, my dad was dying of inoperable lung cancer. Nearly every person in his special weapons assigned unit died under mysterious cancer related causes. I had just returned from a night out clubbing and getting fucked up to dull the pain of my Father's impending death. He was in a veteran's hospice care hospital. I'd been into astrology kinda-sorta since 18 after reading Linda Goodman. I was calling myself and identifying as a Libra because I was reading some of Scorpio's famous negative traits. Being born on the cusp/1st day of Scorpio, and most of my then friends being Geminis and air signs, I was in naive denial of facts.

So, after pouring myself in bed after getting in at about 6am, I fell asleep instantly. I don't remember dreaming or ANYthing before that, just very deep hungover sleep. Next thing I know is I'm in a large room with 2 doors. I was standing in the threshold of the door behind me, and a thick whitish/blue fog begins to descend from a ceiling that I couldn't see in this room. The fog came down about 20 feet in front of me in the threshold of the other door in the room. The fog morphed into the form of my Dad. He was smiling at me and this immediately disarmed me, and caused me to begin weeping.

My Dad was wearing a purple dress shirt which is something he'd never do or had done in real life. I didn't make the connection that he was wearing the color of his sign Sagittarius. Anyway, after not being able to talk to him for months because of his degenerating condition and delirium, I was overjoyed that here he was, standing before me, appearing strong and healthy and actually beaming at me. He states "(My name)-- I know people don't think too much of you Scorpios...but. And he walked forward from the doorway and handed me a silver coin. As I looked down and read it, it said "Good Luck" written inside an inscribed 4 leaf clover.

As I looked up to tell him thanks, there was knocking on my door that woke me up. It was my Mother in tears telling me that the hospital had just called to inform us that my Dad just passed. She was crying and I laid in my bed stunned and numb at what was happening. Wherever our souls/spirits go after death, my Dad visited me while I was asleep and more receptive to him before he left. I have NEVER identified as anything but Scorpio since then. As DL knows...and fucking proud of it. A month after this I would experience my first night terror. Maybe something from the other side had followed him to me. This would be another event in my life that I'll share if wanted to.

R265, poor chump.

265, grandma bunk with anyone or thing that would pay her way. Sorry.

R268, aaaw. Trying to retell that version to your younger self ain't gonna fly this time. Listen to yourself!

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About 25 years ago, my brother disappeared while on a hike near Mt. Baker (WA State). There was one day searching for him, where I was just feeling a bit off. I didn't feel like hiking, I was super drowsy, was breaking into cold sweats on the trail. Initially, I chalked all of this up to the nature of the situation. During this day, I was also struck by this unusual familiarity I had with the search and rescue volunteers - I felt like I had met all of them (about 8 total) previously, but I couldn't place where, why, etc.

At some point in the day, I was drowsy enough to fall asleep. I saw myself in the meadow (the hike ended at) with all of the search and rescue volunteers. They were surrounding me in a semi-circle and then parted to reveal my brother. He was illuminated by this intensely bright and warm light - like he was in front of the sun. I reached out, in hope that he would grab my hand and take me where he was going, but the light seemed to consume him, the volunteers closed the circle and I saw what I felt was my heart break. I woke up in a panic and tried to bury what had occurred out of the mind.

At this point, it was around lunch, and I decided to eat with some of the search and rescue folks. Well, during our break and mid-conversation, one of th volunteers proclaimed my brother was okay, the rest nodding in agreement. For a long time, I assumed , well, more like conned myself into believing they were offering words of encouragement. However, I knew the truth - they were there to protect/comfort me as my brother said "goodbye".

I don't understand your post, r276. Was your brother found?

No, he has never been found, r277.

R276 Sad story, beautiful dream.

I'm sorry for your loss, R276. Dreams of departed loved ones are fascinating to me. After I've had one, I vacillate between thinking it was real and then thinking it was wish fulfillment.

Coffin time for a nocturnal. It's noon.

There was this hospital...

Thanks R279, r280. That day still haunts me, but at least I know my brother is at peace. It makes his disappearance a bit easier to handle.

R276, I'm so sorry. Thanks for sharing that beautiful account.

Thanks AIKC. Spill when you feel like it.

There was a DL thread a year ago in which people shared their close calls or chance encounters with people who (they later learned) were violent criminals or killers. It was so disturbing that I couldn't continue reading it.

Yes, R285, a lot of terrifying first-hand stories, but one of the creepiest ones was DLer's story about his parents when they were first dating, canoodling in a remote wooded area and seeing a figure walk nearby. They later learned that they were by a dumping ground for an infamous serial killer (forget which). Chilling!

r286 was it the one about Ted Bundy? I think I came across that one on Reddit. Walking on a trail in the dark and hit something soft, something like that?

Oh that was it, R287! They hit something soft but also heard movement nearby. I guess I saw that on Reddit too, as I'm addicted to creepy "true" stories. Maybe someone posted it on here too. Thanks, boo.

This is kind of light-hearted, but in the vein of premonitions/visitations before knowing of a death.

I was having Mexican food with my co-teacher (who was admittedly a druggy and extremely spacey) and we were having coffee after dinner in one of those quintessential diner coffee cups with a brown geometric pattern on it.

All of a sudden, my friend got a shocked look, and said, "I see the Beatles on your cup!" and I responded dismissively, but then he said, "But there are only three of them!"

After paying the check and leaving, we got into the car and turned on the radio, and the first thing we heard was that John Lennon had been assassinated.

r276 it wasn't a dream. your brother was letting you know that he was okay and he didn't want you to worry about him. he's still around you sometimes.

I was visiting my grandparents at the top of NH, 6 miles from the Canadian border. They lived at the top of a steep hill and every year a small circus would come to town and set up at the bottom of the hill. My younger sister and I would go to the bottom of the hill & sit on the other side of the road to watch them set up. When I was 8 & my sister was 5 we were watching them set up when one of the men setting up came over to talk to us. This was way before people were aware of child molesters, but this man made my gut churn. I stood up and stood in front of my sister and told her to get up because we had to leave. When my grandmother would ask for years after that if we wanted to go watch them set up the circus I always said no we weren't interested in watching.

Wow, R291. Glad nothing happened to you or your sis. It's amazing how strongly our gut can tell us something is wrong. Look at you, just 8 and in an innocent time before people were paranoid about predators like that, and still knowing something wasn't right.

r292 Amber Atkins: My mom never hid the fact that my dad chose his career over us. What was it she always said?

Loretta: Once a carnie, always a carnie.

Amber Atkins: Mom still cries every time she sees a tilt-a-whirl or a fat lady in a tube top.

In 2003 I got a cancer diagnosis. Outlook was chemo immediately or I'd be dead within 3 months. I returned down the country to tie up loose ends and pack a bag, and that night I had a dream. My best friend had died of cancer 7 years previously. We were close in age-a couple of weeks between us, socialised together, and were extremely close. Anyhow, I dreamt of him that night for the first and only time since his death . He appeared to me surrounded by unbelievably bright light, so bright that I wondered how was it that I could see him clearly yet not be dazzled by the sheer intensity of the light. He looked healthy again- thick head of hair, and strong in body, quite unlike the guy who had been ravaged by his illness so much so that he weighed less than 6 stone when he died. He looked straight at me and smiled, and I heard him call my name and say "you are going to get very, very sick, but you will not die". He did not speak the works, but I heard them clearly. That's all I remember. Sure enough, the treatment was horrendous, the anti-nausea drugs did not work and I spent days vomiting relentlessly. The only respite was at night after I took a sleeping tablet. Eventually I refused the last chemo, because I felt I couldn't go through another round, despite my doctor pleading with me to have it. I did tell him that I was confident that I did not need it, but this was only because of what I had dreamt. I often wonder if it was real or just my mind preparing me for what was ahead.

Okay, this is a weird one and I'm not too sure how to explain this one - but there's a story in my family about how my mother's uncle survived a bombing during the Second World War by being warned about it by being told about it by a young English woman he met in the street outside his home the night before the bombing who told him to go to his friend's house that night.

Allegedly - and I'm saying allegedly as I'm not entirely convinced - the young woman was described to my great-grandmother and my grandmother as being "queerly dressed", that she was wearing a shiny pink skirt that ended at her knees, and that her hair was white, not blonde, but pure white. My mother's uncle survived the bombing by going to stay at his friend's house as suggested. He was a bit of a criminal after the War, and died in 1950. Becase my mother's family are idiots, they never spoke of him after he died, not until 1970. Now, the bombing happened in Clydebank (you can read about the Clydebank Blitz. It's quite scary), and the family moved away to a different part of the city post-WW2.

Now, after the War, my mother's family went their seperate ways. My mother's branch stayed in Glasgow, her elder aunt - her uncle's sister - moved to Coventry, and the other aunt went to Canada. There's always been stories about weird things happening in the family (we had a great-great-grandmother who claimed that her son was a Changeling and another who loved a good exorcism), and this particular story revolved around my mother's cousin (now deceased), named Jeanette. Jeanette was born in 1951 and she didn't know about my family up here in Glasgow until she had left school. When she was nineteen, Jeanette didn't turn up for her job at a clothes shop in Coventry. According to what my Gran told me, it was as if she had simply walked off the face of the Earth - which is pretty impossible to do, but then, this was 1970. CCTV was a long-way off, and if you wanted to vanish in the UK, well, you could. But, what was weird about Jeanette, was that she had vanished with only the clothes on her back and the shoes on her feet.

Jeanette was located three weeks later in Glasgow's Royal Infirmary. Her mother and father came up, and whilst they were at the hospital, my grandparents came to visit. Now, bearing in mind that the uncle who survived the bombing in Clydebank had only told his mother and my grandmother about the strange English girl, my grandmother pretty much recognised the girl from his description when she met Jeanette. Jeanette was wearing a nightie loaned to her by the hospital...but she had been found wearing a pink plastic skirt. When she had been born nineteen years earlier, people had remarked on the fact that she had inherited her father's hair - hair so blonde that it was almost white. When she was asked by my gran what she had been doing in Glasgow, she had remarked that she didn't remember coming to Glasgow, but she did remember walking up to a man outside a "house with walls like smoke" and telling him to avoid it and to go stay with a friend of his. Needless to say, it allegedly freaked my gran out of her tiny gourd.

Jeanette died in 1976. Before she died, however, she predicted that my mother would have another child (me) and that I would bring great shame and pride on the family. She also predicted my aunt would have a child out of wedlock and - most freakish of all - she warned my mother in 1974 to not trust a man in a large red car and to keep myself and my sister safe three days after she turned forty from the man in the red car. I was born four years later, and yeah, I did bring "shame" on the family for being gay but also "pride" for what I've achieved so far. My aunt did have a bastard, and my mother did keep myself and my sister safe three days after she turned forty, when she had a "premonition" to phone the police - who arrested my father, who was drunk-driving a red BMW and had planned to kill my mother.

Again, I doubt it was true. But it's a fun wee story.

R295, that's an interesting story. There's so much we don't know about the nature of time. I think in a few hundred years, when we understand these things better, stories like that will make sense to us. We just don't have the scientific background to understand it yet.

I think it's one of those things like electricity, that were mysteries to people for centuries, but once the mechanism is understood, people will say, why didn't they understand that, it was so simple!

Lol R113 sounds like wish fulfillment.

My father as a 6 year old had a similar experience during the blitz. He and his brothers and some other boys were heading to school, when they were stopped by an older man, who said that school had been cancelled. They went home, but several hours later, a teacher from the school came to the house to see where they were. My grandma called the boys, and they related the story of the man who had said school was out for the day. The teacher asked for a description of the man, and the boys supplied it. He then told my grandmother that the school had taken a hit in an air raid. Next day, he showed the boys a book of the school with photographs, and asked them if they knew anyone in the photos. They pointed to an elderly man, and said that he was the man that told them that the school was closed. That man was a former teacher, several years deceased.

I am a bit of a perv myself and for years I've been calling phone sex lines, but on the women's side. I don't disguise my voice or anything. I just like happening across horny straight guys to chat up. You'd be surprised how many do. Anyway, you'd also be terrified over how many outgoing messages are about guys fantasizing or actually molesting their girlfriend's daughters, or their own daughters, or masturbating in front of young neighborhood girls. There are so many guys on their looking to talk about young girls. This one guy left me a lengthy message about how he enjoyed molesting his young daughter and had been doing it since she was two years old. He went into avery detailed gross description. And he said she was actually there with him right now if I wanted to talk to her. He gave me his number and everything. I only kept talking to him to trying and record what he was saying. I actually hung up and called the police department in his area to inform them of the recording. It was late at night and the person on duty didn't seem to be too concerned. And that was that. If the police really want to set up a sting operation, they really should be on all of the phone lines catching these perverts.

r294 it was real and you saw him. after people pass if they come to one in a dream it is because they want you to see them. sometimes it's a message, sometimes it's nothing but just a visit no matter how weird the dream is.

Thank you for that,

Found out an aunt was really the half sister of my boyfriend. The mother was molested by her father and passed off as the daughter of the much older sister.

R300 makes no sense.

About a month after my father passed and had appeared to me in a dream at the very moment of his passing, I was asleep and suddenly woke up with a terrible feeling of being in danger.

It was approx. 8 am and upon becoming fully awake and attempting to rise up from my bed, I realized that I couldn't move. I was already awakening with a sense of fear that something was wrong and I was in some sort of imminent danger. I was lying flat and couldn't move a muscle. I tried to call out and found that I could not.

There was only my Mom and I in the house. I could see sunlight coming through the closed blinds so that my room wasn't pitch black. And I began to panick. But I still couldn't move. I tried to call out and with increasing urgency to yell or scream but all I could manage were choked whispers.

I felt something on top of me weighing me down and pressing on my chest making breathing difficult. I didn't see anything solid like a person or physical form assaulting me. The more that I struggled the more alert I was becoming. Now I could see a black formless cloud covering me and I could see through it to my surroundings.

I was really panicking at this point but I could not budge or manage to cry out. Drawing a breath was becoming critical, I was losing strength and consciousness even though I was fully awake and fighting to breathe or beat off my attacker. But the black foggy mist only became darker making seeing through it impossible now. There was a formless black entity completely covering my body and preventing me from breathing.

After being unable to break free but fully awake and alert...my fight or flight defense was in overdrive. I desperately assessed my dire situation. I was fading in consciousness and strength but mentally I was prepared to fight to the death to survive. I focused as best I could and instead of fear at being powerless to prevent this attack, I began to get mad.

Something was attempting to kill me and I'm unable to do anything to defend myself. Anger started to overtake fear. Instead of blind panick/fear response, I concentrated on freeing the suppression on my chest. It began to lighten and I was able to draw a breath. Then I focused on my voice and being able to scream, I could now whisper loudly and make sounds. All the while the black cloud began to lighten in color and I could see through it more clearly.

I was enraged by now and ready to fully engage whatever this was and my strength began to return. The more pissed off I became, the more alert and stronger. The cloud became increasingly transparent. I shrieked as loud as I could, but not loud enough to be heard, then the dark presence dissipated entirely.

I regained all function and alertness. Later I told my Mom and friends about my traumatic experience and they kind of dismissed it as a bad nightmare. While preparing to shower I noticed 3 scratches on my back, needle thin and uniform in depth and length. I didn't feel any pain from the site and only became aware of them in the bathroom mirror. I would experience 2 more of these night terrors in my life. The last in '93 or '94. I learned not to allow fear to overcome me, but to tap into my inner strength/will to survive, making subsequent attacks less life threatening and briefer in length. I'm not going down or submitting without a fight. A philosophy that's been effective for me.

Ya wanna not sleep soon? Because this flipping thread is more hair raising than the best ghost stories of Halloween. Unbelievable and creepy as hell at this date. Ugh.

R148, hair on end.

^from 2016 thread. Eeeew.

AiKC, I've quite enjoyed most of your stories on this thread but the sleep paralysis one is a very common physiological phenomenon that is not evidence of the supernatural. Some people get them regularly and have reported that once they know what it is, they find that it gets easier and easier to remain calm, knowing it will pass and they're in no real danger. I think your relatives are correct on this one.

Nope R308, that wouldn't explain the 3 scratches on the middle of my back, where I couldn't have properly reached in my sleep to do myself.

Also I saw a black cloud covering me, that had varying degrees of transparency and displayed intelligent interaction/reaction to me in the moment. It seemed to be actively trying to asphyxiate me. It was an attack by an unknown entity is how I feel. It drew blood and attempted to take the breath from me. I have lucid dreams that I can fully control, nothing occurs during my sleeping state that I don't allow to.

My previous roommate (female) has told me stories so similar to AIKC that I believe him.

It never happened in our flat, but in her parent's house. I stayed at her parent's house with her several times and it wasn't creepy and nothing happened to me. I slept in a guest room.

Her family is conservative, but even they believe her. I wonder why it chose her instead of her brother, etc.

If it is sleep paralysis, it would have happened everywhere she sleeps, right?

^^ I forgot this line in my post.

I have a nice, sweet one. On October 2006 my Nanna (mum's mother) passed away. She used to come every Christmas because it was her birthday on the 25th. My mum would make an extra large Christmas cake as we were celebrating her birthday too. We also would blow up balloons (non helium).

Christmas 2006 we were all sitting around in the living room and one of us (can't remember who) said that they wished Nanna was here with us. One of the balloons rose off the floor and meandered it's way out of the room, down the corridor and into the separate dining room and rested on the sideboard next to the cake.

It was lovely.

That is sweet r312.

My grandfather did something similar after he died. His place at our table was empty and several items "slid" to his spot shortly after his death.

Glasses, silverware, a plate...I felt he was there and it never happened again. My family never doubted it.

r312, r313, Thank you both. I love to see the love you both have for your families, and they for you, in return. Much love.

Right after they die they seem powerful to leave us signs. I've had this happen. A sibling but pets too. Birds seem to convey messages. Crows scare the crap out of me when they caw four times. Sparrows bring messages after death by doing strange things.

We're on the dead of winter right now.

I have freaky instances just days after a pet has passed. Like they know to pull a major coincidence.

R317 Interesting; please tell us more details.

I've suffered from sleep paralysis before. It happened a lot more when I was younger. You wake up, mind alert, but your body isn't moving. In your mind you do start to panic a bit. You try to gather all of your strength to move your arm. Then all of a sudden your arm just shoots up and it's over. I have had it some now that I'm older. It is usually when I take a nap during the day and wake up in the middle of a deep sleep. I think that is what it really is, you wake up right in the middle of an REM cycle and your body's reflexes have somewhat shut down. I just attribute it now to not being fully awake.

In the chapter of scariest experiences, ask this guy : forest collapses on driver

ps: he lived

wow! it wasn't his time yet.

I went to an alleged haunted house once. It was built by my grandfather about 1800 and the current owner swears that it is haunted. I spent an hour there, and saw nothing spooky. There were squirrels in the attic, which I suspect cause their problems.

I was bullied terribly from 5th grade until my Junior/Senior years of highschool. I had started acting out and got into minor scrapes with the law as a juvenile. I was placed on probation and forced to attend a school that I was tormented at. I quit going and the courts forced me into an evaluation program to figure out what was the cause of my failure to thrive in school and why my grades sharply declined.

I was entered into a psych eval program for youths at St. Mary hospital. One of KC's oldest hospitals, and situated directly across from the Liberty Memorial WW l monument. I resented being made to go, and displayed the usual surly teenager's attitude. The hospital was undergoing redevelopment and the teens were mixed in with adults undergoing psych eval on a closed unit floor.

I was assigned a room with a developmentally challenged 19 yr. old guy. We got along, but we're in 2 different programs. He snored like a 747 and I wasn't sleeping good. I requested a room change but my bad attitude wasn't earning me any favors.

So one morning my roommate wakes up in a hysterical rage and a bloody nose. I went and alerted the staff. After calming him down, he stated that something attacked him while he was asleep. That he was punched in his face and had been smothered with his pillow. I was asleep across the room from him and hadn't heard or witnessed anything until my roommate woke me up with his outburst.

They called his parents and mine. At first ALL eyes and blame were on me. They thought I'd lashed out in frustration at him. His mental capacity made it difficult for him to rationally explain the situation. Then his Mom wails at me "how dare you put your hands on my son." I was speechless. My roommate got angry at her and said that was her problem, she never listened to him and treated him like a baby. Good thing he spoke up because my Mother was about to get involved. My roommate was older, bigger, and outweighed me. No way my skinny little ass would dare attack him. I was the one being bullied.

He told his parents, my parents, and staff that he couldn't see who or what assaulted him but it definitely wasn't me. He had purplish bruises to his throat and torso, plus the bloody nose. His parents were furious and discharged their son on the spot. Nobody had an explanation and probably attributed his attack on another resident sneaking in and beating the shit out of him. Never mind his and my testimonials that there was no-one in the room that night but he and I.

It was a 30 day program that I was in. This event occured about my 4th day there. This event seemed to open a floodgate of unexplainable activity and events that began to increase steadily from there. Again, the phenomenon that takes place with me is ALWAYS witnessed by others. This isn't only my accounts and recollections.

St. Mary's was built on lay lines in Kansas City. It was Civil War era, or turn of the century when it was built. Directly across from the planet's ONLY monument dedicated to WW l. I'll relate the really spooky events, that my next 2 roommates and I would bear unbelieving, horrified witness to soon.

PS: to clarify and follow up on a event ^ I shared about my Dad's friend and the visit to the farmhouse. Although I could see and play with the recently deceased little boy named Donnie, apparently my Dad and Donnie's Dad never actually saw his spirit as we played together all afternoon. They were taking pictures and unknowingly observing me through a window. I was able to describe Donnie and intimate details that I had no way of knowing from a kid I'd never met. And I was only 5 or 6 and not able to make up elaborate stories. What shocked our 2 fathers and made them uneasy was observing the dog. Donnie's border collie that was interacting and responding to something that they couldn't see, but was obviously present. TTYS. -- AIKC

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Just saying R323, there are many many WWI museums and monuments in Europe.

Yeah R325, maybe my statement could be modified a bit. But Kansas City's appears to be the biggest and best monument.

And we're talking about KC. Not a European battlefield. However, upon dedication of the Liberty Memorial, most world leaders, crowned heads of state and assorted dignitaries descended upon little 'ole Kansas City for the dedication.

I need to look up St. Mary hospital. The ACTUAL site of my story. It was demolished some years ago. I try NOT to think or dwell upon my memories of St. Mary's. They unsettle me to this day. With the levels of paranormal activity that WE witnessed there it's a shame the hospital is no longer available for investigations. The things that I encountered and witnessed still frighten me. After fighting back against my bullies, NOTHING frightens me. I deal with it, one way or another--head on!

r326 at least some good came out of that for you : )

Thanks for your interesting contributions, AIKC.

I worked at a massive old nursing home for a few years. It's well over 100 years old and the building was used as a convent, girls reform school, orphanage, etc until it was turned into a nursing home. When I say massive I mean it. Several stories and sprawling, with an entire annex building that wasn't even used at the time I was there. While public/residents' areas were lovely and welcoming (this is a well-known, excellent facility), the back, staff-only hallways to kitchen and other areas were almost cavernous and could have you walking a pretty good distance. The scale and aesthetics of these areas reminded me of a medieval castle-- very cool and usually eerie. And the whole complex was built around a central chapel, as the building was always affiliated with the local diocese.

Anyway, one calm afternoon I'm on a back wing tending to a resident's needs, and I head back to a more central area to complete some notes. Suddenly an alarm goes off from the direction of the wing I had just left. I was the first one to rush back, closely followed by the section's nurse. The emergency exit door at the end of that section's hallway was ajar, triggering the alarm. We checked and there was no resident on the fire escape, and no one out in the nearby hallway who could have opened it. It took me no more than 15 seconds to rush there upon hearing the alarm, and we knew anyway that the residents in that section were mostly bed-rideen, the few ambulatory ones not being quick enough to have disappeared after tripping the alarm. It was made creepier by the fact that one woman who lived in a room a few paces from the door once told me and others in my dept. that she would sometimes see a man in a long trenchcoat and other anachronistic clothing out in the hallway and in her room in the middle of the night-- an unfortunate symptom of sundownder's syndrome most thought, although the least skeptic among us couldn't help but consider the creepy alternative.

Another has to do with the chapel, which is just one of the creepiest places to be in alone. It's beautiful and well-kept, but it just has that je ne sais quoi you can only feel when you're alone, you know? My dept.'s office had a door that led into hallway that connected to it, and everyone just knew there was something off about that place when you were there alone. Anyway, there are central common rooms on each floor where wide windows had been put into the wall that the chapel shared, so that residents who didn't want to go down to mass or another service could still look down and be feel a part of it. It's a vey unique feature and anyone who works there would probably be able to identify the place by now, lol. Well, one day I was walking past to see one lovely resident, who could get around great but suffered from pretty significant dementia, was alone in the common room looking out into the chapel. I asked her what was up and she was laughing and pointing straight ahead at one of the chapel's chandeliers that was lightly swaying, saying something like "look he's having fun up on that thing." It was the only one of many that was moving. Very chilling to this day. I know that's a lot of build-up to a few small anecdotes, but I'm too lazy to edit. There are some other things I'll come back to tell about.

Re sleep paralysis. It has happened to me several times throughout life. There are times when I "see" a dark cloud hovering over me and feel asphyxiated. It's happened so many times that nowadays I just wait for it to pass. It's not supernatural. It's sleep delirium, the part where you're seeing and feeling things. It seems like it happens more often with people who have sleep pattern issues, but that's merely anecdotal based on sharing this with friends who also experience it.

I have a sleep paralysis story. This was the first time I experienced it I was 19 and in bed with a cold. It was afternoon and no one else was home . I was dozing on and off and woke up facing a chair in the corner of the room. My mom (who had died of cancer less than a year before) was sitting in that chair. She had a black blindfold over her eyes and her arms were held straight out reaching for me.

It was creepy and horrifying . I just wanted you look away but I was frozen and couldn't turn over or shut my eyes. It all probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like a eternity . I was horrified when it was over and didn't tell anyone about it for a long time. I chalked it up to being sick and unresolved grief over my mom. Eventually I learned about sleep paralysis and have had it happen several more times over the years but never saw my mom again . It was a awful experience .

R[315] My mother passed away this past December. I had returned home from the funeral and was reading the newspaper when I suddenly smelled the perfume she always wore.

They travel through your electrical sockets.

Sorry for your loss R332.

I discovered that St. Mary hospital in KC was built in 1907. I have tried to all but forget my times and experiences there. The memories I'll be recounting aren't going to be sensationalist or something from a movie, just actual occurrences. I type really slowly and it takes my eldergay ass a hot minute or 2, more like 3 or 4. I'm trying to relate my less far out there events first, I kinda understand that folks don't believe my accounts. So if these minor-ish events are unpalatable, I'll keep the really strange stuff out of it.

Your stories are great R334

[R334] Please do continue with your stories!

Thanks

Back in 2009 i was living with my mother one night i was in the bath and the pub on the corner was having a quiz night we didn't want to go but she wanted to check if a certain person had went so she walked there on her own this was at 9pm and when she was walking back home a car pulled up beside her and asked if she could give them directions because they were lost and claimed to be undercover police officers they pulled out a badge that was an american sheriffs(We live in the uk) She didn't recognise where they were looking for and when she walked away the woman got out and started to run after her.She was terrified screaming and started knocking on any door she could find when someone answered she burst through the door and clung on to the man and he told the "officer" to leave to this day i have never forgotten that incident and feel gulty as fuck because i wanted her to check if a guy i liked was in the pub!

r34 doesn't matter if some don't believe you because a lot of us do believe you. I always believed in all of this before I even started experiencing it, some believe after they experience it and some never believe. just the way the world turns.

those of us that do believe WANT to hear your stories : )

R276, check out David Paulides and his 411 series of books detailing unexplainable disappearances of people from national parks, forests, wilderness and the like. It's truly fascinating reading.

About two years ago, I had a dream of me and some friend riding a motorcycle from my great-grandmother's house to some dark place on the other side of the city. When we entered the place, my friend and I were surrounded by several friends and acquaintances, and in the middle of the room there was a coffin. I didn't see who was in the coffin and we just kept riding through the room until the dream ended.

Hours later, my aunt called to tell me that my great-grandmother had died.

She was very old, but wasn't particularly sick, and I never had a dream about her before. So, it was kind of spooky...

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Wow R335-R336-R338 Thanks for that. You've inspired my slow typing arse.

After my roommate's parents took him home that day, I was by myself in the room for the next 2 nights. St. Mary's as I discovered only 2 days ago was a Catholic hospital that first opened in 1907.

I felt some relief after my roommate left that I would now be able to sleep more soundly without his very loud snoring and mutterings. There were about 25-30 reidents on the unit. 20 were adolescents like me, and the remaining were adults of varying ages. The adults were voluntary admits and without serious psychoses that would've placed us young-uns in danger.

My first night alone in the room started out OK. I was enjoying some much needed deep/REM sleep. At around 2 am I was awakened by someone whispering loudly directly into my ear. I was sluggish and slow to react, sleepily passing it off that my ex-roommate was mumbling in his sleep again. I rolled over and was soon dozing again when a loud, male voice with an accent shouted out at me at what felt like nose to nose proximity. The sheer panic and alarm I felt was almost paralyzing. The light coming from the window allowed me to see the room clearly. And there was nothing, noone there.

I couldn't understand what the voice shouted at me. It was very raspy, hoarse and some kind of European sounding accent. I also noticed the bed to the side of me appeared to be weighted down causing a noticeable sag in the mattress. After the unseen voice yelled out and I became fully awake, scared stiff, literally...I felt the weight on the side of my bed suddenly cease, as if someone had gotten up from where they had been sitting. I sat up with my knees clutched to my chest too fearful to move, all the while scanning the room for whatever...

I must have fallen back asleep still sitting up, clutched into a ball when the day nurse came to wake me and the unit for breakfast. She immediately sensed my terror and reassuringly got me to relate to her what had transpired that night. Her non-patronizing attitude and calming demeanor encouraged me to tell her every detail no matter how crazy it sounded. She told me that she believed me because she and others had witnessed or encountered strange, unexplainable things as well. She told me to not say anything about it at that mornings group meeting but tell my parents or anyone else. She was trying to prevent me from further casting myself in a bad way because of my sour attitude and not everyone was convinced that it WASN'T me who had attacked my roommate.

Going through the days activities and therapies distracted me from the previous night. Again, I went to sleep that night alone in the room. I was unnerved as all get out but exhausted and eventually fell asleep. This time, right before dawn I'd later note, raspy whispering right into my ear woke me up. After the last event I immediately became fully awake but didn't see anything in the room. The hairs on my neck and butterflies in the pit of my stomach had me on high alert. I was petrified.

I noticed with a sense of pure dress that the mattress on the same side of the bed as before was sagging as if someone were present. I could see an indentation in the mattress and realized that I was instantly cold and could see my breath expelling. I was too scared to move. Literally frozen on the spot. My mind was telling me to get up and run but I was overcome by pure terror. So I'm sitting up in a ball, protective posture, suddenly chilled to my bones, panickly observing my breath, I thought my heart was going to stop working, I was so filled with fear.

And the unseen voice suddenly boomed out from above me, as if it were coming from the ceiling. This shocked me so bad that I screamed out. Looking up to see where or who the shouting voice came from I could barely make out what looked like a not fully materialized face looking down at me from the ceiling. I must have stopped breathing and all functioning as I stared into the half materialized face of an old man.

When I was a kid I used to have a couple of "kinds" of dreams all the time.

First, like others here I had good old fashioned sleep paralyasis! There'd often be something in the room with me that I couldn't see. Every now and then I can recall waking up to see black figures around me. I guess they were what you would call, "shadow people." The thing is while I can't recall them trying to physically harm me. They always seemed to be going about their business but every now and then one of them would notice me or at least notice that I could "see" them.

Sometimes, I'd hear them making terrible screams and moans. Sometimes I'd hear them whispering to me but I couldn't ever make out what it was.

The weirdest thing to come out of that happened one night when I was in my parents' kitchen. When I walked in I recall hearing something saying my name out loud. The voice was low and grizzly. My sister and I often would take turns frightening each other as kids because what kids do. The thing is, when I looked up, I saw the reflection of someone standing behind me in the window in front of me.

That was probably one of the scariest things that ever happened to me as a kid. (Yes, tons of other stuff like that happened in that home.) One of my family members was involved in the occult at the time, ouija stuff. So I chalked it up to that as an adult.

PS. Coolest part about my family is that we all believe in ghosts. We've all seen them at different places and at different times in our lives. So when I told my parents they believed me and put a stop to that occult meddling.

And also I used to have "past life" dreams.

The funny thing here is that I always recall them as being different than other dreams. They were usually me, in a different body, in a different location or time that I knew nothing about. They were always extremely vivid. The best part was that when I'd have these dreams they would be continuous. As in I'd pick up where the last one left off if my brain decided I was going to have one.

None of them were nonsensical like a typical dream. For instance in one I remember going out with my friends but it wasn't me and I didn't know these people. It was the 70s so they had those kinds of clothes on. (However I was having these dreams in the 80s and 90s. I wasn't even alive in the 70s.) Then a few weeks later I'd have another one and I'd be the same "person" but I'd be at home and talking to someone I knew was my sister. A few weeks later, still, I'd have another one where my sister and I would be at a bar together.

I told this story in detail once here but with that particular one I actually knew where "I" lived and as an adult ended up flying to another state with a friend on vacation to that city. I wandered around for fun one day and I'm not sure how it happened but I ended up at an intersection that I remembered was in front of my house. It was impossibly "odd" shaped like I'd dreamt and when I looked up I saw the house I remembered from the dream.

No, I wasn't relieved or happy. I was scared fucking shitless. I also, haven't had those kinds of dreams since.

(CON'T) Whoops -- ran out of space. R342.

He looked very old, about 80ish or more. I couldn't make out too much detail because there was only his face, half faded/matrialized. He was bald on top, unkempt stringy hair on the sides. I couldn't see any discernible colors that I could note. His skin was very wrinkled and weathered. There didn't appear to be a square inch on his face not covered in wrinkles.

Where his eyes should have been were only blackened sockets. I was absolutely beyond horrified and glued to the spot. I couldn't stop staring into the half formed eye pits. The ceilings at St. Mary, being built so long ago, were higher than I was accustomed to but here I was being stared down by a palpably malevolent...something.

I had forgotten that I had screamed out before in my panick. A teen from a room directly across the hall from mine, knocked on the door and came in. I hardly noticed as I hadn't moved an inch, and probably still only breathing because it's an involuntary function. I was frozen to the spot sitting in my bed, knees to chest staring up into 2 empty eye orbs, black pools, mesmerized.

As the guy from across the hall came in without ever saying anything, he immediately saw me sitting called up staring upwards, so he followed my gaze from across the room and uttered something like "OMG, what the fuck.." This broke my panicked unresponsiveness and I leaped out of bed and ran over to the door by which other teen was standing just inside, staring up in disbelief, as I had been.

We both looked at each other for reassurance and validation that the other had seen what we ourselves had. We turned on the light and we could see a cold, light foggy mist that quickly began to dissipate. He was barefoot and noticed how cold my room was. He saw my condition of numb, post traumatic shock and stayed and talked as I gathered some of my things and followed him to his room. I was NOT ever going back in my room alone, accompanied or whatever! Only to gather the rest of my stuff.

He was a VERY understanding, cool guy. He knew what he'd seen coming into my room without a word exchanged between us at that point. The nice day nurse would make my room transfer official later that morning after my new roommate and friend related to her what we had witnessed. I told my Mom about it and per our previous experiences from the funeral home and other phenomena, she believed me...and my new friend only backed it up more.

My new pal and roommate was kind of a laid back hippy dude, one year older than me, and we would become fast friends during our stay. That is...as long as he stayed. By voluntarily entering my room and inviting me to stay in his, I dunno. He must have opened himself up and angered whatever. He wanted to attend an upcoming Rolling Stones concert an had plans to escape to do so. With he and I as allies, things and events would soon escalate further. Glad he was there for what was about to transpire. St. Mary's was about to reveal more of it's secrets to 2 teens who had an accepting belief and curiosity to know more. I'll relate why the nurse was so kind and understanding. And the nun nurses that came before. You other posters have had experiences if your own, your accounts are fascinating and good reading.. Thanks. TTYS DLers -- AIKC

It's not really creepy, but I usually dream people are on a train ride shortly before they become ill and die.

It even happens with people I haven't seen in person for years, so I don't think I'm just reading their energy.

No, R200, not a hoax. Do you remember a news story years ago about a young black boy discovered in the queen's personal living quarters? It was reported and dropped like a hot potato.

R337, I've noticed your typing the past day. Is your period button broken? Try a hyphen or something. You've done this on several posts and it is annoying.

If I'm not mistaken, the concise, unsurprising takeaway from this thread is that AIKC was in a looney bin.

Exactly, r348. I don't read any of this AIKC stuff on DL.

Oh sure you do R349, even my drowsy typo'd torpedoes are probably the most interesting highlights of your drab existence. At least I have the balls to put myself out there like this. Hang with me oh dull, ancient one...It'll be the most exciting times you've experienced since before prohibition. Have I read you correctly?

R348- I'm fucking loco, crazy about you. You type "touched" and I am attracted to the occasional cray gay. You crazy boy. I'm a nasty boy. We should hook up. The closest thing you cum to or know about spirits, are in that jug of Kentucky moonshine you share with the dull, ancient, speak easy goer R349.

Make it stop!!!

R299, a friend of mine (female) was a phone sex operator and she got a LOT of calls like that, guys wanting incest/pedophile role play. I really hope that guy you spoke to was arrested.

Omg. I just typed out a response to R345 about the dead riding trains, but deleted it, because it related to a "fiction" story I read years ago that seemed unusually true. I just googled it and that's because it is true.

This short story was written by an known author who used his real name in the story. He later wrote a book called Ever After. I read this in a anthology book of "notable fiction short stories." If you read the story, you just knew it was true, I don't know how else to say it. He was telling the he truth.

The story was that the author had a young married daughter with two small children in Oregon. He got a call saying his daughter's entire family died a horrible death, burned alive due to a crop fire that jumped onto the road and trapped families in their cars. He and his wife went to stay with the the daughter's in-laws for the funeral in Oregon.

The first night, the husband had a wide awake vision. He saw his son-in-law on the beach, his daughter and kids a ways down the beach. The daughter looked disapproving. The son-in-law said he didn't have much time, but wanted to tell him what happened. The daughter didn't want him to therefore the frown. He was not supposed to do this. He said they were ok. He said it was like everyone was on a train, going forward, and the family suddenly stepped off while the train was going forward. All the living people stayed on, it was the dead that left the train. The younger man asked his father-in-law to campaign to stop the crop burnings, make them illegal. Then he and his family walked away down the beach.

The author woke up on the floor. His terrified wife said he had a seizure. He said he knew it wasn't a dream, that he was wide awake when it happened. He told his in-laws, thinking they would think he was crazy, but his son-law's brother believed him. The son-in-law was an extremely determined, stubborn person, I believe he had battled back from a serious injury before, and the other son said, if anyone could do this it would be him, he was the type who would fight the crop fires even after death. He was a fighter in life.

The two went to the morgue and photographed the horribly burnt bodies, in an effort to stop the crop burnings, which were legal. They campaigned to stop them but failed. Eventually he had to go home out of state. All this according to the "fiction" story.

Here's the link I found:

"Even after field burning caused one of the most devastating accidents in Oregon history, even after one grieving father mailed then-Gov. Neil Goldschmidt photos he himself took of the charred bodies of his daughter and tiny granddaughters in a Linn County mortuary, lawmakers couldn't bring themselves to ban field burning."

Once I awoke to find myself deep in the belly of a building I'd never been to before. It was a damp, unlighted hallway and judging by the antiquated , non-functioning light fixtures, old water fountain, and occasional wall-mounted ashtray, I took it to be an office building of some sort, very probably from the 60s or 70s. I just knew I had to get out. Thankfully, my flashlight still worked, so I used it to navigate around occasional piles of debris, fallen ceiling tiles, etc.

As I rounded the end of the corridor and turned right, I was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. There, maybe 15 feet in front of me, was an enormous spiderweb which completely blocked my way. As I stared at it closely, I could see that the strands were unnaturally enormous: at least, 1/8th of an inch in diameter. there were various opaque spots where the spider had trapped its prey. It was the approximately football-sized object which took my breath and damn near caused me to piss myself. It was the desiccated remains of a kitten, its life blodd having been drained sometime earlier.

I screamed with all my might!

What I mean to say to R345 is, maybe you see the dead riding away in a train because the perception of the living is that they're leaving us. But the perception of the dead is that we're leaving them. So who's leaving who?

Maybe what's really happening is there is no "heaven," people just travel from one plane of existence to another that isn't normally seen by those in the other plane.

Sometimes we catch glimpses of each other, but what's really happening is we're still all here, some are just living in another dimension that can't be seen by those in other dimensions, layered on top of one another. Like multiple realities.

Maybe some people, like the mentally disturbed dead in the stories of AIKC, are obsessed with the doings on our plane and spend energy trying to continue to influence them although they no longer belong to our plane, because they're mentally disturbed or concerned about still living relatives or friends.

Others, who are more at peace, concentrate their efforts on living another life elsewhere. Maybe some of what we do is more detectable to them than they are to us. This makes you wonder, what are animals seeing when they see a ghost? Another dimension? Pure energy?

Here's another story I know is true: a while back I had a very traumatic experience and was very distraught. I told no one, but I was crying every day and very upset and depressed. No one knew. I was staying alone at my house and didn't even call anyone.

A distant relative that is known in the family to be psychic, called and told someone nearer to me that my dead mother appeared to her very upset and said to tell me to stop what I was doing right now. She was very adamant and my relative felt compelled to pass the message, but got the impression my mom was very angry with me. My mother was very unsympathetic and that's was exactly what she would say. My relative knew nothing about what it was all about, I hadn't talked to her for years.

Here's the book: "Ever After, A Father's True Story," by William Wharton. Sounds like he novelized his daughter's life to to try and fight the crop burnings, because writing was what he knew how to do. He's a famous author. Not a horror or supernatural writer like Stephen King.

From Publishers Weekly

Wharton is an award-winning novelist (Birdie; Dad; A Midnight Clear) who six years ago lost his daughter, her husband and their two babies in a multi-car highway crash in Oregon caused by smoke from nearby "field burning" that blinded the drivers. In this account, based on his knowledge of the accident and his involvement in the years of legal shenanigans that followed, Wharton writes what is in effect a documentary novel, bringing it all to harrowing life with the skills of a born storyteller.

In the first chapters, he writes as daughter Kate, evoking her wandering life, her unhappy first marriage, her meeting in Germany with big, cheerful Bert from Oregon, their homecoming to his native state and the moments right up to the crash.

As Will, her father, he recounts his family's vast sorrow, and there are few more wrenching accounts of grief in literature, and his determination, buoyed by a dream of the dead family, to seek redress for their deaths.

Hiring an Oregon law firm, he soon runs into a wall of resistance: the field burning is seen as an economic right of the state's grass growers, despite strong local opposition, and soon the lawsuits begin to fly back and forth. Frustrated in his efforts to win a jury trial, surrounded by lawyers and friends who see cash as fair payment for life, Wharton retreats to an elegiac but wonderfully poetic conclusion. His book has the ring of emotional truth...

Here's more about what happened to Wharton's family:

Originally published in The Oregonian on Thursday, August 4, 1988

A fiery 21-vehicle pileup Wednesday on Interstate 5 caused by thick smoke from a burning field killed at least seven people, two of them babies, and injured 37, at least two seriously, Oregon State Police said.

Witnesses likened the highway scene to a war zone, with blackened, crumpled vehicles, burned trucks and charred grass stretching for about a half-mile. Wood chips in a burned truck smoldered for hours after the crash, and the smell of smoke hung heavy in the air.

One survivor, Jimmy Phillips, said all he could hear during the crash was 'glass busting, metal crushing and the screaming.'

Kevin Sterba, driver of the chip truck, said everything happened so fast it was hard to determine the chain of events.

The 22-year-old Philomath man said the smoke had lowered visibility, so he was driving slowly with his lights turned on. Suddenly, he said, there was 'just a big, heavy cloud of smoke. It was just pitch black.'

He braked and bailed out of his 45-foot rig. 'It was in flames when I got out,' he said. 'As far as I could see there were flames in front of me.'

Two baby girls and an 8-year-old California boy were listed among the dead, said State Police Trooper Jeff Howard.

Two women and a couple who were thought to be the parents of the infants also were killed.

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LOFL R351

I agree with you R353. The spirit world/dimension exists parallel to our own but occasionally we do catch glimpses of the other, an overlap so to speak. Maybe it's the disturbed, negative spirits who fear going into the light upon their death and stay trapped on the physical plane, terrifying and tormenting the living. Or in other cases the person has unresolved issues and concerns that prevent them from moving on, and they linger on in an attempt to fix their problem before they feel at peace to move on.

R357 - a preventable tragedy that tugs at the heart strings. Infuriating the way that it all transpired. Noone was held accountable that their actions, though legal, were directly responsible for multiple deaths.

Great shared experiences DLers.

R42 She's a textbook sociopath. People with this disorder are mentally ill and should NEVER be allowed near children or animals. They HATE both, but pretend otherwise. They seek out roles/positions where they can work around their intended victims, and where they have power (to abuse) over them, so that they can abuse them. They need regular access in order to abuse.

In addition, sociopaths have no ability to form real bonds and HATE anyone who can form bonds. They seek to destroy these bonds however they can, and where they can also continuously get away with it.

What we don't see them doing is even worse than what we do see them doing. I would call the authorities (anonymously) and report her, saying that I had recently visited the center and saw her abusing animals. Don't give too many details. Ask them to investigate. If they put cameras in there (you can suggest that) they would see a lot more than what you observed or experienced. Sociopaths hide and cover up most of their bad/cruel/abusive behaviors. They are very calculating and clever about how they go about this.

Do something to protect the animals that you love, even though they aren't in your life.

I'm curious as to r326's criteria for "biggest and best" in monuments. It seems an odd thing to measure. What exactly makes a memorial 'best'? Number of deaths commemorated?

There are larger and more aesthetically pleasing monuments all over, I'm not sure what makes one better than another. I'm also not sure if Queen Marie of Romania counts as "all the crowned heads".

Talking about magical thinking is fun!

R349 MOST of his stories ring UNTRUE. I can't with his posts anymore.

R363 Exactly. It's an elaborate troll.

R364 Wait for the backlash! He claims to have a thick skin. He does NOT.

You guys are really ruining a good thread, If you don't believe it then don't read it. Its like the celebrity gossip threads, no they can't prove they sucked off matt bomer, you either believe or you don't, move on...

R366 I LOVE this thread. I just don't believe the AIKC posts. I've blocked.

R366 Fuck off. I'm the one that started this thread, He's derailing it with his bullshit posts and making it all about him,

LOL playing with dead ghost children that interacted with the whole community. Give me a fucking break.

A lot of these posts sound like the same person wrote them... not only that, they sound like the fiction that comes out of the overactive mind of someone who spends far too much time invested in reading internet stories about creepy encounters. Not all of the posts, mind you, but if you go back and read through some of these, there's no doubt that it's the same person telling a lot of these stories.

R361 all that just for me/ KC Liberty Memorial?

R368 - OP then I will refrain from defiling your thread post with anymore of my posts and witnessed accounts. This is why I share inhibited ALL my info, pics included at another site, and get to meet other like-minded people with experiences similar to mine. My personal pictures and images seem to go over very well there. No need for incognito or anonymous status. Put yourself out there for ALL to see. Hmmm. And met a fine as fuck Aquarius guy to boot, I know, right? No, you probably don't. Bye now.. gotta go.

R365- I'm adapting and trying to evolve. This is new territory for me, with the anonymous postings and pointless bitchery and all. At least I've gotten the pointless bitchery part down to a "T" -- you provide great teaching tips. Thanks.

My skin evolves it's thickness with each posting and interaction. It's thick enough in the functional sense that it's aging quite nicely, and has no known allergies ie/: Poison ivy, oak, sumac, or sunburn. If you realized how thick my hyde and exterior are as I'm learning my way by triggering and targeting the REALLY mean and hateful fucks out there on extreme websites, I'm becoming pretty popular. I'm an extremely effective antagonist. You had better believe they come for and at me, it only makes an ex-bullied geek even stronger.

Now he wants someone to be interested in his pics. AIKC is truly playing the long game.

I don't want or need "someone" to be interested in my pictures R372, they just naturally are. And I'm interested in theirs as well. Remember sweetie, I'm new at this and just beginning to get the hang of it. I don't know what 'long game' you're referring to, those were my final posts here about my experiences or encounters. I see why others don't share their personal anecdotes or opinions about this subject, celebrity gossip, or ANYTHING around acerbic naysayers. Oh well.

As I stated ^ my personal stuff is laid out for the world to see. The farmhouse pics my Dad took, our funeral home..Dino and me as a child. More pics of my friends and I at the places where the events occurred...St. Mary's, featuring my roommates and shots taken during my stay. Whatev. You've got me all wrong. There is no long game or any other game from me posting supernatural events here ...game over. I'll enjoy reading others postings here but keep mine to myself, evidently to OP's preference. Besides, it's where I met my Buckeye guy and we hang out most times.

PS: I did say I'd begin with the minor stuff first, see how it went over, and progress to the times and main events of my life. The best captured on TV cameras. So, a big no hon. Your guess-timation of my "game" is inaccurate. See ya' around huh? NOT!

AIKC, sorry that you're getting flamed. As a fellow Scorp, I appreciate you putting yourself out there, since I understand it's pretty much all or nothing for us.

I know, right? Fellow eagle @R374

Although I'm seriously crushing on and vibing with an Aquarius, our 2 powerful signs don't really get along well. It's currently Aquarius' time of the year, and traditionally not a very positive time for me throughout my life. The last week of January and the first week of February haven't been favorable or advantageous to this Scorpio..at all. My Scorpio BF died a year ago on the final weekend of January.

Waaaa waaaaa. I'm a big boy. I'll always be okay. But some stuff lingers and remains as scar tissue -residue upon the psyche and spirit. RIP M.

Not my experience directly, but my mother’s…

My mother died unexpectedly 25 years ago. Two weeks before she passed away, she broke her ankle. As the bone healed, she developed a deep vein thrombosis, resulting in a pulmonary embolism that killed her almost instantly. We were all in shock—no one ever thinks a simple broken ankle could directly lead to someone’s death (though, as it turns out, pulmonary embolisms are more common than a lot of people realize).

In those two weeks while she was nursing the broken ankle, my mother related a few things to me that I didn’t think anything of at the time, but in hindsight certainly would seem like premonitions. When she first got home, we were trying out different beds & sofas where she could rest with her feet elevated. The couch in our family room had particularly soft cushions, so when she tried to move from supine to sitting, she struggled to get upright. I saw a concerned look flash across her face--just a split second--and asked her what was wrong. She described it as “like being in a coffin and being unable to get up” but didn't dwell on it beyond that. Another night, she had a dream that she had to have her leg amputated due to a complication.

Those two actually seem like minor premonitions compared to another dream she had just about a week before she passed. In her dream, she was at the house where she had grown up—a house that had been torn down 25 years prior to her death. All of her possessions were out into the front yard and strangers were milling around, taking any items they wanted. She said she would go up to them, get in their face and say “What are you doing? These things are mine. You can’t have them.” Despite these efforts, the people just ignored her as if she wasn’t even there. Finally, in the dream, my father arrived, and she went to him and said “They’re taking my things. Stop them. Call the police!” He looked her in the eyes and calmly said “These things don’t belong to you anymore.” At that moment, the scene changed and she was riding in a horse-drawn carriage seated between her mother and father, both of whom had been deceased for several years.

My mother and I were close, but she wasn’t one who frequently talked about such things. She had most likely learned that living in a house with 5 males - a husband and 4 sons - talk like that would probably be scoffed at. But the dreams were powerful enough for her to share them with me. I was sympathetic but at the age of 20, I didn’t know what to do with what she was saying other than to reassure her they were just dreams and that she would be fine. If I had known what was about to happen, there are a thousand other things I would have said to her instead.

R376, I'm so sorry about your loss. I wasn't planning to get teary-eyed on a Saturday afternoon.

R361 - interesting trivia. The Sacrario Di Redipuglia you post is a FANTASTIC piece of art/architecture commissioned by Mussolini. By Giovanni Greppi, its a masterpiece of Trompe-l'œil and is not nearly as "grand" as it photographs and as it looks from the bottom, in person.

r376 you did a great job comforting her & there was no way you could have known. think about it, what if you had known. you would have been on edge and would have really put her on edge. the last few weeks with her would have been awful for both of you. it worked the way it was supposed to.

She does know now what you would have said to her if you had known what was coming. : )

Thank you for the kind words R377 and R379

Twenty-five years has definitely given me perspective. As difficult as it was to come to terms with her unexpected death, I can take solace in the fact that it was also quick and painless. In the years since she’s passed, I’ve seen enough to know that that is preferable to the opposite.

Skin Walker podcast.

Yeah. The half materialized face of the old man was actually a pattern caused by water damage in the tile, after my new roommate and I inspected closer in the light of day. Please, I already learned my lesson last Halloween about posting unexplainable phenomena at DL. Adios.

The "spirit kids" weren't seen by the entire community, there were other actual neighborhood children that lived on the same block as well that would come over to play. With any given number of kids playing in the funeral home parking lot or walled in area it would've been hard to differentiate. Ripley's like. Believe it..or get the clarification that makes rational sense. That was preamble minor stuff. Au revois.

Not scary but weird: about 5 years ago I played in a parent/teacher golf comp in Dubai when I lived there. I was paired up with a guy I'd never met before (or since) who worked for the national energy company out there. Three years later I was on vacation and playing golf on a course in Majorca in Spain when I miss hit a ball into some dense trees. I knew the chance of finding it was small but I went in and started half heartedly moving vegetation with my club. I saw part of a ball visible under some bushes but mostly buried. I dug it out and on it was the name of the guy I'd played with in Dubai 3 years earlier plus his company Name. What are the odds?

R128. He was hiding because he thought you were stalking him. Do you really not realize that you were looking at him too and it was creeping HIM out?

I'm sorry you left, AIKC.

I enjoyed your sharing.

I worked as a nurse on locked psych units for 10 years, and can share a few odd tales myself.

Once I asked our Charge RN if the place was haunted. She quipped, "No, who'd want to come back here?" Good point.

But there were tales about the place nonetheless, and I experienced some of them.

R384, agree. It's baffling that it's as though R128 has never thought for a minute that the guy was freaked out by him.

I enjoyed reading your stuff too AIKC. Don't let a few bad apples ruin it for you.

Not the psychic type but I do think something connects us to our loved ones - and even sometime strangers.

My grandmother practically raised me after my mother died. She had Alzheimer's, which worsened as I finished high school and went off to college. Was working at my first job and someone asked how I was. I blurted out that my grandmother had pneumonia. Don't know where it came from, it just flew out of my mouth. I called my father that night and he said he hadn't heard anything about her health.

Dammit, wouldn't you know, two days later, I get the call she passed away.

This is really strange. I recently became friends with someone I admired growing up. The more we talk the more these weird coincidences keep coming up - same eye issues, same car, same family issues, work trouble, etc. We don't live close, never had any contact really before this. What's super creepy is we tend to text and email at about the same time too. I am glad to have my new dear friend but there is a really long threat that connects us.

R385, please share those tales with us! Love this thread.

[quote] I recently became friends with someone I admired growing up. The more we talk the more these weird coincidences keep coming up - same eye issues, same car, same family issues, work trouble, etc.

I have a friend like that R388. We have been friends for almost 20 years. We were born a few weeks apart, on opposite sides of our home state.

We call and text at the same time nearly every time. When one of us is thinking of the other it seems like the other one appears. We can usually guess when something is wrong with the other one, even though we live miles apart. We don't live near one another but talk every single day for a least a few minutes. Finally, we have always had a running gag about being siblings in a previous life. It's been our thing for years where one of us makes up a story about something that happened to us in a previous life - which usually ends with one of us being a slut and the other a prude chiding the other.

Here's the creepy part. A year ago he went to a psychic with a few friends for fun. The psychic told him that he was lucky he found me (naming me by name without knowing who I was) in this life because he almost didn't (which is true because I decided at the last minute to go to the party where I met him.) She said she could see we were really close and that yes, we were siblings in a previous life (without him telling her that is our joke) and that we would be again.

When he was telling me the story he was half laughing and half freaked out since we'd always joked that we were and he has never told anyone else about because it's just our goofy thing.

AIKC, if you were cooking meals for 5 people and 4 people loved your food and 1 of them didn't & complained about the food would you stop cooking for all of them?

[quote]My skin evolves it's thickness

Oh fucking AIKC dear.

Come back AIKC. That accusatory troll attacks anyone without provocation.

OMG, that really DOES make me feel all warm inside. Thanks. I am trying to get a more impervious hyde, but the OP him(her)self said I'm stinking up the joint on their thread. I was going to clean up the fabrications ^ -- the added spice. Everything always seems more clear in the light of day. If the OP doesn't object, then OK. I'll stick to the facts as I remember them.

Yes 385, Please share.

My new roommate was a rocker dude and played guitar for a local band. He introduced a black kid to R&R. Hendrix, the Stones. He was very unforgiving of my pop tastes -- Gary Numan's Cars would render him apoplectic. Haha.

The whispering and shouts in my ears were real accounts. I was so fucking terrified staring around the room for the source of gruff, accented voice. After my first roommate left, I began turning the radiator on for additional heat. It was January, and the old hospital was drafty. The steam did seem to rise in one specific spot, causing the tile directly above my bed to sag and become misshapen. That's what rocker guy commented on when he heard me scream and came in to investigate. He tripped on the fact that although the radiator was located over by the window, the steam rose in above my bed and he thought he glimpsed "something" besides the steam rising to the ceiling.

After switching rooms, all my new roommate could talk about was the upcoming Rolling Stones concert in a few days. His parents had placed him in St. Mary's because he was skipping school and focused on his music. The R&R lifestyle...drugs, boozing. So he was actively making plans to escape from our locked unit on the 3rd or 4th floor by tying bedsheets together and escaping through our window.

He and I began experiencing nightmares, but about different things. His centered around death and attending a funeral where there was a white casket, and he'd walk up to it to see who was inside, but each time he'd get close enough he said something would wake him up.

My nightmares were about waking up at night, suddenly totally alone in the hospital and trying to locate everyone else. It was always night, and I'd get on an old fashioned elevator with a cage-like car. Then I would descend into the basement. There would be 2 nuns waiting at the bottom, but they'd never look at me, or acknowledge my presence. The elevator door would open by itself and I would find myself in a misty, darkened room where about 50 people lined the walls in black hooded robes and in the center of the room was a baby's crib.

There were 2 hooded figures assisting a taller figure who appeared to be wearing a Halloween mask. His hood was pulled back and all attention was focused on the crying infant. Noone ever looked up or noticed me. I experienced this same dream, same details, for 3 days out of that week.

My roommate thought our dreams were unusual, but he thought the hospital staff was secretly medicating us for sleep and compliance. I never experienced excessive sleepiness or any different. My roommate was entirely fixated on the upcoming concert. I didn't so much object to him sneaking out to go, it was the way he was plotting that worried me. He kept having the same recurring dream and said each time he'd get closer and closer to the casket before something would wake him up. I shared my dream with him too.

As the day of the concert approached, that he already had really great tickets to, he was scaring me with his desperation and lack of concern for his personal safety. He committed me to silence and had taken the linen from both our beds to assess the length. He'd be leaving in 2 nights. I was hoping he'd come to his senses, or find a better way. When we went to sleep that night, he experienced my dream. The old fashioned elevator, the nuns, one in a black habit, the other in white. The room of hooded figures surrounding a crying infant and a tall masked man.

I dreamt his dream. I was able to describe the details (funeral home experience). A church with gray marble tile floor, a statue of Mary on the left, Gabriel beside her, and more thorough details. I walked upon the white casket with gold trim, without interruption and looked at the person inside. When I told him that it was him that I saw, he believed me. I told him that he had short hair. He looked at me and said yeah, his parents hated his long hair and that would've been the first thing they'd do is cut his hair.

R395 (CON'T)

He was freaked out enough to reconsider his escape route. He called his friends and bandmates and told them to meet him outside the hospital at a certain time. He waited for the night change of shift for staff and bolted past them when the door opened. He made it to the concert without further incident. He tried to call me at St. Mary's but I wasn't allowed to speak to him.

I never heard from him again. But the nice day nurse informed me his parents were beyond pissed and refused to let him come home. He moved in with an older sister in Colorado. The staff packed his things away and sent them to his sister's. We didn't try to explain or rationalize our dream interactions. We began to share our weird encounters with the other teens there. It wasn't at all uncommon and only us. We ALL had strange stuff and accounts to share. My roommate was okay, and I'd be getting a new roommate soon. Talk about things going 0 -60. Hyperdrive at the spooky ass old hospital.

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In the early 80's, I bought one of the early Stumpjumper mountain bikes, and used it daily to commute and weekends to explore the mountains around my small college town. I'd often go bike camping, with a tent, sleeping bag and freeze dried chow stuffed into large panniers, while moddishly attired in Spandex bike stuff.

One of those bike trips took me down a deadend, paved road to a (usually) unattended US Navy installation, which had security fencing and CCTV. Traffic was unusual on this road.

It's near sundown. Cue the black Chevy truck. Too close, fucker almost hit me! Asshole continues to the deadend and turns around. Again! It's a bearded guy, looks angry. Fucker crosses center line and tries to hit me! I take off on the bike cross country, hiding behind trees about 500 ft. from the road. It's now dark, and asshole continues to go up and down the road, shining a light into the forest.

I'm terrified, but I remember railroad tracks about 1/2 mile away, so I cut through the forest in that direction. Asshole now follows a logging road nearby which leads to the tracks, still shining his light.

By luck, I wasn't spotted, and asshole gave up after about 30 minutes. I followed the RR tracks back toward town, but DID finally set up camp well off the tracks and road, and maybe slept an hour or 2. By sunrise I was heading back home.

Bike hater? Psycho? Freaked out by studs in bike tights? Serial killer off the nearby interstate? Dunno. Fucked up? Yup.

To those who experience sleep paralysis, my maternal grandmother had it, too. She said it was a "hag" tainting her.

To rid herself of this evil being, she would lay a broom parallel to the doorway of her bedroom, explaining that a hag would never cross the broom. And it worked: no nighttime paralysis until she forgot to leave the broom.

My mother told me that her bedroom was next door to her mother's. When she heard her mother moaning - an indication the hag was haunting her - my mother, then a child, would beat her fist against the wall to scare the hag away. It would work every time.

I know this sounds insane, but the broom thing works. Try it to ward off evil spirits.

R393 You're wrong. There are PLENTY of other posters on other threads and this one who don't believe AIKC's posts.

I still don't understand what was wrong with R128. Like everyone else already said, it was obvious you were being strange and the guy in front of you was scared of you. Did you really not understand this? Have you really not thought about this ever?

Also, if you were concerned for your safety the logical question is... why did you keep following him? Why didn't you stop or go a different direction?

r399 that sounds like more of a mental thing really. It would work no matter what you did as long as you believe it will work, like a banana under bed will ward off evil. It will if you believe it will. I have had sleep paralysis before. It is not paranormal, it is basically your brain waking up before your body so you can't move and sometimes there is "leakage" of your dreams into the real world (just visually).

Like I don't believe you R400. Who cares dumbass? That you felt the childish need to state it is an indication of your shit starting mindset.

If those "other posters" try to light me up with their bullshit, I know how to deal with them. I've been clapping back against bullies and assholes for decades. I'm basically a well adjusted, happy-go-lucky guy. I usually get who or what I want by using my mental abilities and the Scorpio physical ones. Not bad for a half breed former Urkel huh?

That's a very interesting story R399. Whatever others think or believe, when she placed the broom or knocked loudly on the wall...it worked for her didn't it? That's all that matters.

I'm omitting chunks of my hospital encounters. Some of the other teen's, adults and staff accounts. I'm kind of emo recently because of personal stuff I'm dealing with. I'm not at my strongest. I really don't need the aggravation. If there were a way an eldergay could anonymously upload some photos and remain anonymous. Hmmm.

Sleep paralysis/night terrors are subjective. Like R399, I have my OWN beliefs upon the matter. 2 of my 3 sleep episodes left me with 3 scratches on my mid-back area. Deep enough to cause bleeding and become scabbed over while healing.

The first encounter timed to one month after my Dad died, and the black cloud-like entity that I observed on these episodes, lead me to believe a non-scientific reason. Most cultures have experienced these same phenomena for millennia and they tended to believe in and treat the episodes as a spiritual malady, leaves the matter open for personal interpretation.

Like my message to R400, believe whatever the fuck you want to. The posters on this thread know and believe what we saw and or experienced. I feel validation that 99% of my unexplainable events were always witnessed and in the presence of others. It brings me a measure of comfort and reassurance from things that go bump in the night, supernatural or not. Because I wasn't the only person to witness them or be affected by....whatever the fuck it was. And from previous experiences from ghosts OR bullies, I'm not going to turn and run away in fear. I learned to stand my ground and fight back, to the death if necessary.

I used to live in a small college town and on several occasions I would have people walk and talk to me on the deserted street and then "disappear." Were they ghosts? One was walking a dog, one was a lone man, etc. All different, not "ghost" looking.

It happened different times while I was walking around town with a friend--not always the same friend though--and my friends acknowledged it too. On some occasions, a person would walk behind us, catch up and greet us and then disappear and leave no footprints in the snow.

[quote]I used to live in a small college town and on several occasions I would have people walk and talk to me on the deserted street and then "disappear." Were they ghosts? One was walking a dog, one was a lone man, etc. All different, not "ghost" looking.

This same thing happened to me twice in my life.

My mom and I went somewhere together (on a bus because she didn't want to drive that far) and we ended up getting lost while trying to get home. I remember it was snowing and we were using my cell phone trying to figure out how to find a bus back in the opposite direction of where we were.

There was no one outside and we were in the country.

We started bickering while we were huddled over my phone. A woman appeared, she was older with a scarf on her head and looked incredibly kind. She smiled at us. My mom asked her for help, (which was weird since my mom was big on not talking to anyone unless she had to) and she told us to walk two blocks north and pointed. We said thank you and began to walk north. About maybe 10 seconds later I turned around while saying to my mom, "I hope she's going to be okay, it's cold out here."

She was gone.

There was no place she could have gone in the amount of time it took for us to say thank you, walk a few steps and turn to look back at her. It was also a pretty open space. She could have gone to the left, right, or in front of us. She just vanished.

My mom laughed and said, "I think someone was watching out for us before we froze to death out here."

The same thing happened to me again, I've told this story here so I won't rehash it. However, that time I was in the middle of a field, a person appeared, interacted with me and then disappeared before I could say thank you. It was the same deal in that instance. I really needed that person at the time.

Those are angels, not ghosts.

This thread started out with such promise, but it appears to have been taken over by the crazies.

Excuse me, r408?

There are many unexplained things in the world, r408.

Yes r410 but most can be explained by either "you were drunk" or "it's a streetlight".

Does anyone subscribe or listen to mysteriousuniverse. org? The two "researchers" on that show are great, open-minded and funny AF.

This happened to a friend of mine a few months after he moved to Charlotte NC in the mid 80s. He lived in an apartment complex. One morning he woke up , went downstairs to find his tv, stereo and other odds and ends missing. It was only while going around the apartment with the police and returning upstairs he noticed a 2x4 in the bedroom floor.

We always said thank God he did not wake up to find intruder in his room. We figured he'd have had his brains smashed in.

I was at home, sipping sherry and listening to records when Dawn Davenport came to my door and pulled a gun on me!

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After my roommate left, my bad attitude and sour disposition only increased at St. Mary's. I was a vibrant teenager who didn't want to be there. I didn't get a new roommate but more teens were being admitted for treatment. One girl came in close to death from overdose and was admitted to the unit after she was stabilized. I was only allowed out of my room for therapy and group sessions. The other teens tended to avoid me.

The girl told us, (not the disapproving staff) that as she was recovering she too had dreams of getting on an old-fashioned elevator at night and descending to the basement where 2 nuns, one in a black habit, the other in a white habit, were there but wouldn't acknowledge her. She also mentioned crying infant surrounded by hooded figures and the taller masked man standing directly over the baby.

The others told her of my exact dream recollections and she freaked. They were also seeing shadow figures, mainly of nurse/nuns dressed in old-timey uniforms that seemed to disappear when someone got near them. Other stories of shadow people/entities standing over them as they slept. They'd heard about my first roommate's violent encounter and bloody nose and wanted to talk to me and compare accounts, but my "punishment" made interaction impossible. Things degenerated with me so bad that the staff confiscated my clothing and personal belongings. I had to attend meetings and group in an hospital gown and a blanket. My parents were beyond furious. I remember my Dad telling my Mom and me "they're trying to break his spirit." I was sneak reading the book Ghost Story to keep from bored desperation and a nurse busted me, and all hell busted loose.

My parents and juvenile probation officer were called for an emergency meeting. Since my parent's insurance was paying for this, St. Mary's backed off and temporarily released me into my parents custody as my case went back before my judge (a lodge brother of my Dads). I was reevaluated and made to return to St. Mary's and finish my treatment program. This was about a month into their program when I should've made progress and being discharged anyway. I would return with a voluntarily improved attitude and 2 more months of unexplainable events and occurrences...and a new roommate who became a good friend, and my most best looking friend...ever! When 2 boys play, evidently the spirits were very interested in our goings-on. The hateful staff too apparently. LOL.

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After being made to return to St Mary's to complete my treatment program (all this because I got sick of being bullied at school and stopped going). As I was being readmitted after being home for 2 weeks, I locked eyes with a very handsome guy. He was playing chess with another newly admitted teen, and we awkwardly locked eyes and couldn't look away from each other. Oh my...the butterflies in my stomach. The nice day nurse observantly saw our little exchange and assigned me to his room.

I found out his name was Mike. I'd just experienced my growth spurt and was now standing at about 6'0" (I'd eventually grow almost another 2 in.) Mike was slightly taller than me and about 6 mos. younger. We bonded quickly and I met all the other adolescents admitted while I was in lockdown or temporarily discharged. My attitude had improved and I earned privileges to leave the locked unit for field trips and home visits. Mike had a calming, Zen-like influence upon me.

Talking to with than others we discovered we were experiencing the same sorts of weird stuff. Similar dreams, seeing nun-nurses in old fashioned clothing walking ahead but when you got near they'd turn a corner, enter a locked room, and remain distant. The girls had similar experiences of feeling something caressing them as they slept. And strangely enough, we only seemed to glimpse the nun-nurses only when accompanied by the girls. For some reason the few adults on our unit never stayed longer than a week. They'd come in friendly and sociable with us teens, but would become more withdrawn and acting agitated. Most discharged themselves, but a few of the male patients conditions became more volatile and they had to be transferred to another mental health facility. 2 of the 3 men happened to stay in my first assigned room where my roommate suffered the bloody nose, and being smothered with a pillow.

I met the girl who had almost OD'd and had my elevator dreams too. She was becoming alarmed because she said that in her dreams, the hooded figures in the basement would be aware of her presence and they'd all turn and glare at her. Mike stated that when he was by himself in our room he'd hear a female humming or singing and that he'd feel something brushing his hair. He said it freaked him out bad enough that he wanted to break out because he knew it was supernatural.

The attraction between Mike and I deepened and we started masturbating in front of each other. We were both closeted and had girlfriends. Mike was such a beautiful guy, his smoking hot teacher would visit him daily to bring his homework assignments and always some baked goodies that she began bringing for me as well. The hospital staff adored Mike, ALL the teens were crushing on the guy. He helped me become a more pleasant, adult acting guy. While we were whacking off nervously, always on the alert for staff, he and I looked up and both saw an Asian man looking into the window from the door to our room. We never pulled our pajamas back on so fast in our lives. We thought the Asian guy was a new staff member and we'd just got busted in a compromising position, with a punishment and loss of privileges about to be slapped upon us. We went to the nurses desk to ask who that was standing outside our room. She said, "Oh, so now you 2 have seen the Oriental man huh?" (Her PC incorrect early 80's words not mine).

She told us that no, he wasn't a staff member. But she wouldn't elaborate. Mike and I were freaked but relieved that we wouldn't be getting in trouble. As bored teens most of us with privileges would explore the hospital and frequent their small library and chapel. With the girls present we'd see the nun-nurses far up the halls going about their business. While on one of our day time excursions we wandered into a recently reopened section of the hospital. While further investigating we discovered an old-fashioned elevator that was closed off for restoration. But it was the exact same elevator the OD/dream girl had both saw in our dreams. Goldfish colored cage-like car apparatus.

doesn't this make you wonder how many people are in mental health facilities that experience paranormal stuff which might make them think they are more ill than they thought. At least you were able to recognize it as others did along with the staff. I would also think that these types of facilities would have a lot of activity and not always the nice kind.

GOLDISH colored ^ R418. After some inquiries we learned that the elevator used to go down to a second sub-basement that served as a morgue and now was covered over. Dream girl and I knew that there was something to our little dream activity. She began not being able to sleep. She said she was having our same dream but that she felt more and more threatened, like at some point the entities in the room might physically do her harm. Her condition became worse and her Mom took her home. My same dream lessened and eventually ceased about 2 weeks after my return. The same time hers were intensifying.

We noticed that the staff began pairing us all up on room assignments. No one had a room to themselves. The adults were phased out and reassigned to completed parts of the hospital. We would all experience weird tactile sensations of being touched and caressed as we slept. It wasn't in a sexual way. More like we were being examined or being assessed or something...this was a hospital, but come on. The girls experienced this more than the guys.

We weren't allowed off the unit at night, but with privileges we were allowed to stay up until midnight. We'd leave our unfinished chess games in place to continue the next day but every time the pieces would be moved or missing. Nobody would go into the game room after it was locked for the night, 2 of the girl's rooms were located next to it and they didn't hear anyone unlocking it and entering.

Mike and I heated things up to making out. We were lip locked on an elevator and he suddenly hollered out. He said something had yanked his hair pretty fucking hard. He had me look at the spot and it was very red and inflamed looking only in the one area on his scalp. Mike was a statuesque Aquarius. I wasn't into astrology then, I just remember everything about him. Mike was biracial white/Latino. He had chestnut brown hair, worn in male Farrah, feathered style. And the first gray colored eyes that I'd ever heard of or encountered.

A really, really gorgeous guy. The closer we got, I found out more of his story. His parents weren't getting along and had knock down, drag 'em out fights. He stepped in to protect his Mom and his Dad kicked him out. His hot teacher was trying to help him out and suggested his Mom enter him into treatment to buy time. Mike was the most well adjusted, adult acting teen I'd EVER been around. It rubbed off on me and we were soon St. Mary's favorite sons.

The closer and more intimate we became, the worse his situation at home became. Eventually his Dad contested being obligated to pay for Mike's stay and Mike had to be released. It was one of the most crushing moments of my young life. I was despondent. And now alone in the room, emotional as any teenager could get. It was like old St. Mary's could feel my pain. The elevator dreams returned. Another male adolescent bigger than me lost his shit one day and lunged across the breakfast table and kicked my startled, unprepared ass. He picked my skinny ass up and body slammed me on the table and began strangling me.

The staff broke it up. He claimed that he didn't know what made him do it. I didn't instigate or trigger him. When my parents heard, it was generally agreed that I made enough progress and should be discharged soon. Yeah, I'll bet.

BTW, all the girls said their menstrual periods seemed to stop after they were admitted. Hmm?

AIKC - I am addicted to your posts. Fascinating! Please continue ; your story is enthralling. I have some creepy encounters to relay also at some point, but for now am just enjoying your story. I've been reading it on and off all day to get through the 420 posts on this thread - from the bizarre childhood "friends" up to the crazy happenings in the hospital. Thank you :-) PLEASE CONTINUE!

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Love those beloved mountain goats. Capricorn is at the top of the zodiac wheel for very good reason. Thanks Saturn Girl R422. -- Pluto Boy :-)

Hi AIKC, a fan.

Thanks R424 Grateful DL brings us all together.

Dan Bell is an urban explorer and also a trip. He can be hilarious at times.

AIKC not only are your stories great but you are such an excellent writer. have you ever considered writing a book about these stories?

r426 I really enjoyed that. first I don't think they did it on purpose but the way they filmed and talked made you wait in anticipation. I didn't know if things were going to start flying around or what. every time I view these kinds of videos I think, one of these times things are going to start are going to flying and you are going to witness some truly scared people. lol

I love the hotel and would love to explore it. The furnishings were so eclectic from Victorian to 60's. what a mix lol

I love all the stairs and the way they found an tire new hallway to them with more rooms.

thanks for posting that.

2 of my ex's female cousins shared a bedroom when really young. Every night they would watch a show of things flying back & forth across their room. They thought this was normal until they got older and learned other people did not experience this. Their father finally went into the room one night and prayed and asked them to please leave his daughters alone. It worked.

r427 = AIKC

r429 sorry, I'm not AIKC

I'm glad you liked it R428. Here is another Dan Bell that was interesting. An abandoned, frozen in time, NJ pilots house. He has a lot of videos on YouTube.

I've got more stories of the creepy, spiteful animal cattery worker. Really the sickest fuck I've ever met. Found out some things from an excoworker there and we both shivered . I'll find a pic, edit zooming in on the eyes if I can so you can all get a sense.

Right now I'm starting a movement in Europe so I'm busy.

AIKC can't be the only one supplying stories.

Last night another totally reliable person gave me an account of ufo activity they've seen close to Mexico.

Oh hell yes R432, please share.

Good luck with that movement.

@Aikc Maybe you could cut and paste your stories you've already written here and make some money in the process. You're very good. Not kidding.

I love this website.

Wow! Thanks R434, C.G. I think my writing sucks. But I do think I've come a LONG way since my first days here at DL. I kinda do want to write a book about astrology for we "alternative" lifestyle folks...like DLers. Featuring pictures of all sign archetypes, races and ethnicities. You're very kind Cappy Girl. Again, thanks :-)

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R433, it's basically banding together some tough Americans and taking a "tour" of Sweden since they're all a bunch of pussies over there.

Also, why don't the Swedes hire secret snipers or start importing some Mexicans?

Who is in?

Donate to our yards sales and LetGo posts so we can start raising funds.

R426, two words

YARD SALE!

R433 Whaaaat? You're an American who wants to tour Sweden because they are pussies? You want to fund it with a garage sale? Please start a desperate thread on this topic. This sounds like pure gold.

426, that Doughef isn't even interested in any of the pure vintage items in that home. That's an easy 60K sale right there. Stupid white guy.

r426. Don't quit your day job.

R535, couldn't finish those lAme stories.

Well call it SAVE SWeden. Need funds to book flights. Charter planes.

R435, zzzzzz

This happened to me yesterday morning. I usually wake up and then read in bed for a couple hours, either on my tablet surfing the internet or real books.

Yesterday I was laying in bed on my stomach, my tablet propped up against the headboard, watching a sewing video (sewing being my most recent and obsessive hobby). There are large windows across from the foot of the bed, and room to walk to the closet between the footboard and the windows. The video was a couple minutes from the end. The morning glare from the windows make the screen's surface reflective, for example, I can see my face on the surface of the screen if I focus on that. I was simply watching the video when a person was reflected walking from the right side of the bed around to the foot of the bed in front of the windows....behind me, but facing me from the reflection...not speaking....just as if someone had walked into the room. It was a female with chin-length hair, and a really round, or heavy-set body.

First glancing thought: thought I recognized a former coworker before realizing this coworker who I hadn't seen in months would not be walking into my bedroom (!) at 7 in the morning (!) - and that made me roll over and look behind me very quickly - of course, no one there. This bedroom is also on the 2nd floor, so no one walked in front of the windows..

Second thought: somehow it was a reflection or something that happened in the video, maybe double-exposure or assistant, I felt relief because I could roll back the vid and watch it again. Rolled it back. Nothing. There was no secondary image and the person in the video stayed in the same stationary position in which she was demonstrating her technique, center-screen. No assistant.

Hadn't even seen this thread yet. I actually wondered if the person that made the video was OK, there was a slight resemblance except the hair was wrong. I recently did lose a very dear friend - who was a 'he', not she, and had short hair.

It's unsettling and odd yet not scary. I usually hear odd things, don't ever see anything as definite as this was. Some entity walked into my room to look at me; no message or emotion, just an occurrence.

This is R446 again. There is a Scorpio in Kansas to whom I am devoted, not that he knows it after all these years.

(Not AIKC - just saying, though, that sometimes I pretend he is 'my' Scorpio for nostalgia's sake.)

I surely do hope astral traveling is possible. Scorpios are "somethin' else!"

R441 He doesn't go there to steal. In fact he's very adamant about not touching or taking anything. He finds it interesting, as many others do....

One of the weirdest experiences, I have ever had was when I was 16 and working my first job at God awful McDonald's.

I was working the in driving thru when I noticed craziness going on outside. It was cold, nasty grey winter day. A teenage girl had gotten into an accident and took off. The driver then chased her into our parking lot.

While I am watching this commotion going down, I experienced only what I could call a feeling of doom/darkness come over me in an oppressive way. I knew, I was going to into a car accident. It wouldn't leave me. It freaked me out to the point I called my friends on break and said I am going straight home and I will be in for the night.

I get off work. Still feeling this overwhelming sense of something bad was going to happen. I get a mile down the road and stop at a red light with another car in front of me. I then look up in my rearview mirror and see a SUV miss their exit for the highway (there was construction going on) and swerve into my lane at least 50 MPH and slam into me. Which of course caused me to slam into the car in front of me. My first car then was totaled.

I have had the feeling crop up several times since then and I have learned the hard way NEVER to ignore it.

Was this McDonalds in America r449?

That's fascinating stuff R449. Glad to hear you weren't seriously injured. What's your astrological sign? Pisces people (even more so than Scorpio) are extremely psychic/perceptive.

R446 -R447 - Some kind of freaky occurrence huh? That it didn't scare the crap out of you and you just "dealt" with what you witnessed in a logical, acceptance of the facts kinda way says a lot about you. You know what you saw was...extraordinary.

Technically I live in Missouri. And I'd gladly be your new Scorpio pal. I love to anonymously interact with DLers in real time. Let me know.

I feel that my paranormal experiences were a gift from the forces that be, wanting me to be in the know. My friend, who saw the exact same thing was awestruck.

It's like they had to make it terrifying for us to get it.They made us see the exact same thing. I also think that was no accident, where we might think we imagined it. I had three scratch marks on my lower back as even more proof.

I did some research and the closet thing I came up with is "The Fey". I don't know if anyone is familiar with that. It's like a rolling mass of, I guess spirits, that actually chased us. It was like a big cloud that we could see, but it was behind us moving with considerable force. (hard to explain)

We walked to the store, around dusk. We stopped at this big lot that no house had been built on for decades.

This is prime real estate near the water.These beings emerged that looked human. There were a lot of them. One of them tried to help my friend up. We both knew we were seeing the undead and needed to get the hell out of there.. QUICK!

We started running down this path with a bunch of really cool old trees. One I nicknamed "The Joshua Tree".We both like nature and have gone there and discussed God and the meaning of life, so it was kind of spiritual to us.

I'm like RUN.. and he's like.. WHERE? lol.. I say to the Joshua Tree! We proceed to take off running, I feel something grab the back of my shirt and push me down. I get back up and we make it to the tree and start praying, like we've never prayed.. And just like that it was over.

Turns out there was a funeral home that was illegally dumping cremation ashes in that exact area. Like I said, no house built on that huge lot for several decades...

As scary as my experiences have been, they have let me know there is more to all of this and I'm grateful for that.

@Aikc...You after a nice buzz and a batch of Snicker doodles...

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Strapping Guy who? R453-R454 - C.G. you are so clever and funny and have become one of the best things about DL for me. New year, new interests, new acquaintances. There's a big difference between Gemini and Capricorn, and like my Cappy ex BF and current FB, I'm so digging me some Saturn folk.

I'm trying to think of more stuff to share. I've still got plenty, but I don't want to hog everything up and seem like a needy, greedy, thirsty attention whore. There's UFO stories (though I've already shared the best account on another thread :-) and the truly freakiest, most significant supernatural event to ever occur to me. Again, I've already shared my Royal's stadium, Matrix-like experience, but I left out some key details. And Witnessing REAL magic performed right in my face.

You're an awesome human being C.G. Positive, encouraging and so obviously intelligent. Thanks to your kind words and posts^ I'm more serious about writing. A big hug and an even bigger THANK YOU.

r455 when referencing another post (like the UFO one) please post a link as I haven't seen it & have no idea where to look for it. thanks : )

@Aikc I'm glad you find me amusing, you are also. Isn't DL a blast? There's no other site like it. I wish people would stay out of threads they don't like though. Do you have any hospital stories from when you were at work? I'm sure you've read the nurse stories on Reddit. If not, they are very scary. Please post away, anytime the mood hits you. A lot of people enjoy your stories.xo

Jackie Gleason was shown secret Alien bodies by Nixon.

R458, I read a book by a guy that worked in the government and interviewed some people that worked in Area 51 back in the day.

One woman's mother had worked there for many years, she refused to tell her daughter what she saw until her deathbed. She said "aliens" were actually Russian children, altered by plastic surgery and medical treatment as they grew, to look deformed and non human. They were trained to at least partially fly experimental Russian "spaceships," as part of the Cold War. Their purpose was apparently to freak out the U.S. Government.

The woman also intimated that the U.S. Government had some type of similar program, using children or maybe dwarves to fly experimental spaceships. Exactly what the point was nobody knows.

If Gleason was taken to see "aliens" that looked like children, but on closer examination were older, that actually might make sense. Maybe they messed with children's pituitary glands to keep them small, to fit them in experimental ships. Supposedly the Russians or Americans were taking kids out of orphanages as they wouldn't be missed.

Considering some of the extreme paranoia of the era, I guess it's possible. There's been a lot of accounts of Russians experimenting with psychic ability in those days. Both government sources were doing all kinds of weird things to try and get an advantage. Who knows what they would have told Nixon. Probably not the truth.

Of course Gleason was a drunk and a Republican con-artist too...

AIKC is being trolled HARD in this thread and it's fucking hilarious.

I found this tale online and t haunts me in my waking life and in my sleep "I had a very strange encounter, which to this day makes the hairs on my balls stand on end. I was using a public toilet, and it had one of those big swing doors to the entire bathroom which creaked and made noise when opened or closed. When I entered the toilet cubicle, none of the other four were occupied. No one was at the urinal, nor the hand basins. As I sat there, I felt a chill. A strange, pungent, sulfur like odor permeated the bathroom. I began to feel queasy. Nausea engulfed me as I tried to steady myself. I sat in silence. Perhaps the pipes were backed up, or the septic had overflowed? As I remained motionless, gripped both by fear and squeamishness, I heard steps. Not the steps of a man, as I heard the distinct, light step of a woman, and the echo of heels on the bathroom tiles reverberated. I called out - "hello? Is someone there? This is the men's room" No answer followed. Madly I searched for a rational explanation. The facilities were empty when I had entered. I had not heard the door to the outside open or close. As my mind raced, seeking order and a level headed rationale, I saw matter begin to flow from the cubicle next to me. This fecund, supernatural goop soon encroached the floor in my cubicle as I raised my feet to avoid it touching me. I screamed for help as the revulsion overwhelmed me. Light headed, I tried to measure my heart rate, and breathe through my mouth, as the pungent, rancid scent which accompanied this ever flowing plasma, was attacking my olfactory senses and causing me to violently heave and retch. I grabbed the newspaper I had in my satchel, which had been sitting in my lap, covered the floor to avoid contact with the slimy, brown matter. I think I saw some corn kernels. What was this? I yelled "I'm coming out now! You'd better get your arse out of here before I do!" I heard a cackle, and the click clacking of heels, which strangely ceased after four or five steps. As I exited the cubicle, and jumped from the newspaper I had laid to a clean section of the tiled floor, all that was left in the empty bathroom was a pair of cheap, faux satin heels, covered in brown. The door had not opened or closed, yet no one was there. I hurriedly washed my hands and ran from the bathroom to my near by parked car. As I went to put my hands in my pocket for my keys, there were pieces of a dried out, cheap synthetic blonde weave, and sequins of red, white and blue in my pocket. I couldn't account for this As I drove off, I peered into the rear vision mirror. All I could see was the outline of a 70 something year old woman, in a bikini, with a paunch and tits that could graze her knees. Strangely she was gyrating in the darkness to music only she could hear. I have never told this story, and this is the last time I will speak of this. The trauma infests me to this very day

The most vivid and significant dream I ever had occurred at a very low point in my young life. I was in 5th or 6th grade and my mother transferred me to a different school because her friends told her it was exceptional. I was already thriving and one of the top students in my class but whatev. I was the new nerd and the kids at the new Catholic school didn't take kindly to me...at all.

I was bullied and beaten up reregularly. Kansas City has a major street, Linwood, that runs East to West in one of the older parts of the city. Every morning we'd go down Linwood as my Dad dropped my Mom and off for work and school. We'd go past a stone, Roman architecture building an I was inexplicably drawn to it. It featured what I used to call the "Lion Ladies" - 2 sphinx-like figures on either side of the front stairway.

Everyday I'd pester my parents with questions about it. My Mom told me that it was the Kansas City Ballroom and that she and my father had attended several events there over the years. She said they'd only allow black folks to attend once a year. There's also a very old traffic light, 4 way crossroads directly in front. Further down western Linwood is the shiny, blue colored Russell Stover's Candy landmark building.

In my dream I was in an airplane taxiing west right down Linwood, starting at the stone building with the lion ladies, taking of in front of the blue R.S. building, headed directly into the setting, orange evening Sun. All of a sudden I'm in a city in the clouds and there's angel-like beings, actively carrying on about their business. They were very tall, a dark golden-brownish color with white/silver colored hair, but I didn't see any wings on the them. One of them looks up at me from the task had was doing and asked me what I needed.

I don't remember most of our exchange but he got to the point and asked me what I needed. I told him that I'd like wings so I could fly. All the other "beings" present all stopped whatever it was they were doing and turned to look at me, smiling...then he states that I needed to talk to God. Then I'm instantly in a white office room with a crystal/glass-like table and a huge office chair with it's back to me across the table.

A soft but commanding female's voice suddenly said "(my name) How can I help you, what do you require of me?" All the while with the back of the chair still facing me. The shocker was that the voice was female took me aback for a moment. Then I nervously stated, "I would like wings so that I can fly." There was a brief pause..and the chair slowly spun around and the form I saw was a female friend my same age from my neighborhood. A Taurus I'd later note, born on the exact day, my best friend from 7 and 8 grade would be killed by drowning in years to come.

The form in the huge office chair now facing me was my female buddy but the voice wasn't. She kinda threw her head back and laughed, but not mockingly. She told me that I'd have to return to earth and earn them. She said she knew that I would and she'd see me again after I had. Then I'm instantly in the airplane again flying back to where I originated, flying away from the setting Sun. I looked back in the plane's window and saw a huge pyramid, flat on top like those located in the Americas not Egypt. On top of this colossal, flat surfaced pyramid was a really giant figure seated on a throne, clad in a flowing white garment. I could see the form of the figure from the shoulders down. The setting Sun was directly behind the head, making viewing it impossible. It was like the Sun framed the back of the figure's head perfectly. I could only see the body. There were stairs on all 4 sides and I could see angels WITH wings this time going to and fro, up and down the stairways.

The plane touched down on Linwood and stopped in front of the stone lion ladies building. I was then in my bed waking up from this wonderful dream and I remember smelling an electrical/ozone odor. Several nights later I had a very frightening nightmare of being chased by a giant unseen figure.

R463^ con't -- I remember being terrified of the unknown giant figure chasing me. It was so huge chasing me from behind that it blotted out the Sun, and cast a giant shadow before me. I was running West down my deadend block headed for the park and the cemetery on the other side of the park. I remember knowing that I now possessed the ability to fly.

I tried to first take off, sprinting for my life in front of a neighbor family's home. They were good friends with my parents and older bro. They were the go-to family to babysit me if my parents needed and my bro was unavailable. A family of four. The Mom and Dad were teachers with 2 daughters a bit younger than me. All their initials began with D.E.J.

So trying to take flight right in front of their house, while being pursued by a giant...something I lifted off Superman style. But it wasn't a successful first attempt and the lower half of my body began to fall, I skinned up my left knee badly, and I remember crying out in my drean. The giant figure was closing in on me, and I tried to launch again, this time 3 houses further down the street after a painful running start. This was the home of my best friend's family, I attempted to launch myself again, terrified of being captured or crunched and again, I didn't quite take off soaring into the western sky to escape. I scraped my left knee upon the sidewalk pavement...again. This woke me up.

Flash forward. While bike riding with friends on my 10 speed birthday gift from my brother (the Christine of bicycles that had almost killed him in a horrible accident. He had truthfully forgotten my birthday and gifted me his expensive but wrecked bike belatedly) I have a horrible accident on. Mother's Day, and shatter my left kneecap. Orthopedic specialists had to repair it.

Flash forward -- The family of DEJ s parents were now divorced and when the Dad dropped off the girls from a weekend visit, he was involved in a catastrophic car accident and was beheaded in the tragedy.

Flash forward -- the eldest daughter Danah dies after slipping into a diabetic coma as she slept.

Flash forward -- my best friend is traumatized in the army, an exercise goes horribly wrong resulting in a TMB. He's discharged and permanently disabled.

Flash forward -- The female friend who the figure appeared as almost dies. She became the first victim of the herpes virus that I knew of. I'd never even heard of herpes. She spends over a month in the hospital recovering. My middle school best friend born exactly on the same day as her is drowned during a vicious hazing prank.

I wouldn't discover until many years later that the lion ladies building was the Kansas City Scottish Rite of Freemasonry structure. I'd meet the LADY again in a dream after my Mom died and I was about to join a witch's coven. But that's another story.

Sorry for the typos and errors ^^ R463-R454

I know, right? What can I say? I have become...comfortably numb.... :-) And I got the munchies.

Westport, Connecticut. House formerly worth millions. Got a deal. Everything went wrong there, especially plumbing and it had all been replaced by previous owner. Just something so wrong there. You could even feel it in photos.

Imported phillipines maid in just three days. Screaming and crying from the basement. Never went down there again. Quit against er a month. Agency relocated her. Gave us a bad name, sort of.

What she described was a tall man with chicken feathers on his head. Boots or feet made out of tree bark. Necklace like a woman's pearls.

You guessed it. An old Algonquin burial ground and winter campsite. Shivers.

In the spring when fieldstone would emerge on the back acres from the thaw, so did some artifacts. Tons of arrowheads.

There have been mini humanoids found in South America with same amount of ribs as us. Besides, we know there were other like hominids besides neanderthal. Now that the earth is thawing watch for a lot of great discoveries.

There are some matters that I can't/won't go into greater detail on. If you don't already have this basic knowledge and understanding of the universe, the Yin and Yang Principle, then that's on YOU and you have some studying and learning to do.

There is a journey and learning process to endure before one achieves "enlightenment" and discovery.

For r376 and the horse-drawn carriage:

R469, aikc, who are you talking to?

The pyramid aligns with modern day physics. You a String theory kinda kid?

Aikc, you sleeping it off, kid?

R472 Fighting it baby girl and losing. My dream story kinda boring? Let me know, I'll check tonight okay? Any suggestions...TTYL.

R471- Rant was for Powers that be. That I can keep my big mouth shut about certainly things. Have to allow the non- initiated arrive when they're ready.

Nobody else wants to share your strange life events? Aww come on. Spill it already.

i get labeled as a loon and/or a disregarded of sleep paralysis, r474.

R90's case was ergot poisoning. Duh.

@Aikc...Do you have a story in you tonight? I want to be askeered.

Always brightens my night and my mood to hear from you CG. I'm so fighting sleepiness this night. And I can't blame Daylight Savings Time. My sleep patterns have been irregular so that I can communicate with a crushed on Aquarius from Ohio. He reminds me so much of another boyishly handsome strawberry blonde whom I miss and only wish I had a ghost story about to share. He or my parent's ghosts are probably the ONLY ones that wouldn't scare the hell out of me. Post a good and true tale to tell real soon....TTYS.

The other day at work we got a memo to watch out for a paranoid schizophrenic guy who had been calling in threats to the local police and fire department. It included a photo and I recognized him: he's one of those big fat guys whose head looks tiny in comparison with the rest of his body, like Pusheen. Apparently they'd filed papers to have him involuntarily treated at a local hospital but he'd gotten away. The only thing missing from the scenario is he wasn't dressed as Santa Claus.

Buying a police scanner after 9/11 but tuning into neighbors cordless phones. Holy Crap!

Actually the scariest thing ever was I ran out of meth! And I had to whore out my prolapsed ass for days before I could scrape together 8$ to get some.

Help a Kansas City Scorpio out. Some tweaked out turd keeps trying to light me up like his pipe. F/F R482 for me fellow DLers. He doesn't add anything positive to threads or discussions and has issues that would've kept his jealous, impersonating ass locked up in St. Mary's for a while.

Help me AIKC take out the trash and F/F this loser to the curb for pick-up. The sick prick is obsessed with meth, a prolapsed anus...and me. If you see these keywords associated with AIKC, please hit F/F for an appreciative eagle and show psycho-boy he's fucking with the wrong person. Bullies and freaks should be dealt with.

Oh, meth. You give me the courage to go on.

R484- Your boldness makes me wonder which tweaked out sock puppet I'm dealing with?

Psycho-boy? The resentful head case who thought he was smarter than a newbie and got clowned, smack downed...with a little help from my friends. Nobody seems to like you much. How long you been crazying up the place? Dude, you're going to get flamed...

Or Miss Crystal? Probably the MOST notorious troll around here. Only someone with multiple devices from the constant DL shutdowns would be so cavalier and be a bit put out that a newcomer is just as bold as SHE is, another who is more "authenticated" than I'll ever hope to be.

M.C. & P t P, are you that affected by a country boy? Flame away, but be YOUR authentic self. If in your methed up dementia you even know or remember. Now that's some scary shit. You should try hitting your pipe out of your prolapsed anus. Get a life. Your OWN. Puff puff.

Don't cry for me, I'm on Tina . . .

You type like your picture should've been the thread's post pic R486. Scary as fuck!

Too bad I don't get an interesting stalker troll. One with W&W and a friggin' sense of humor. Meth has robbed you of that huh? Who you fucking kidding? You boring bitch. The only thing about you that inspires laughter in others is that cartoonish fug face of yours. Holla' ho. I gotta go beddy bye. Don't die...from an OD. Well, yeah go ahead. Then maybe your hum-drum, wannabe ass could actually contribute something positive to this thread..as a ghost. Boo bitch. The cops are coming. Hide your pipe in your prolapsed ass.

Hey Anonymous in Kansas City, I flamed and freaked the bastard. R482/R484

I am loving your journey and your mystical and scary tales. I have been on a journey myself- Nothing like yours.

Tell us about the witches coven!

When I was about 19, I started practicing Wicca. One of the most important tools for a witch to have is an athame, a ceremonial knife for casting spells. I really wanted something special and was having a hard time finding one that felt right in my hand and was also aesthetically appealing. My search went ton for weeks and I was getting frustrated.

One night, I came home late from work and my mother and younger brother were both already asleep. My room was in a different part of the house and you had to go up a set of stairs to get to it. Well, right there on the bottom step was a kitchen knife. My room was no where near the kitchen and neither my mother or my brother knew anything about my search for an athame because I hadn't mentioned my new religious beliefs. I had been raised catholic and my mother would've had a cow.

I took the knife up to my room and put it on my altar. The next morning I asked my mother and brother if they had left the knife on the stairs. They both looked at me like I was nuts. Of course they didn't. It was just the three of us in the house so where did it come from? I've always taken the appearance of that knife as the Goddess telling me "Here, use this until you find 'the one' "

Very cool R489

Do you believe in hauntings? You should.

@Aikc-I'll flame if I see him. I've been into those Book Troll Threads lately..lol

@Aikc

Ulp. There went the last of my teefers.

R488 You're too kind. Thank you. Hopefully the get-your-own-life/meth loving troll with the prolapsed anus will receive their karma. I love an ORIGINAL troll that comes for me and flames me good. Sadly, that's so NOT this pathetic loser^. R494- teefezes can be purchased. Implants, bridges...but a personality/self identity can NOT. Sock puppets are a dime a dozen. Zzzz. You bore me baby.

R492-R93- C.G. - Too bad you can't lend Miss Crystal/Peter the Piper some of your abundant W&W. You obviously have tons to spare. I'm flattered to be on-line buddies with you. You rock Saturn Girl!

I'm free of the pipe, y'all! I done discovered the joys of booty bumpin! I shove Tina up my ass! Two problems solved for the price of one! I'm high as Fuck and that pesky prolapse problem is taking care of it self!

Praise Jesus!

Yeah we have one sick troll in these parts. F&F'ed for you, AIKC.

R496 - Thanks bitch. You've just helped me to discern that you ain't psycho-boy. You're the crazy chick...Miss Crystal eh? You still aren't funny. Maybe Geezus might bless with some W&W, and a friggin' sense of humor. You did get the I'm fucked up part right. Trying to keep my millennial FB's ass satisfied lately has my sleepy ass not up to full strength. Don't need to be for you do I half wit twit? Zzzz. Your attempts at humor work like a tranquilizer.

You aren't at all clever and don't throw me off with the Jekyll and Hyde, sock puppet routine. Good poster, bad poster? Really bitch? Yawn.

I was eight or nine years old and one night while staying with my grandparents during the summer, I awoke on the floor of the adjoining bedroom to the one in which I had originally gone to sleep and where my grandmother and grandfather still lay sleeping in separate beds.

It was stifling hot and the only relief was a standing oscillating fan located in the doorway and aimed at the occupied beds. So as I oriented myself and started figuring out that I needed to do get back in grandma's bed in the next room, I saw what I can only describe as a gnome-like creature which was holding onto the front of the fan as it blew and oscillated from side to side.

I thought I must surely be dreaming, so rubbed my eyes and opened them again and it was still shimmering in the breeze. The dang thing was grinning at me, cracking up at at my horror that he was blocking my path to safety. I was quite awake, cowering on the floor in front of an old trunk.

I was sweating my ass off as I watched him taunt me as the fan blew him slowly back and forth. I don't know how long I stayed on the floor backed up on that trunk, but I finally got decided that I was not going to die of a heat stroke that night. So I closed my eyes, barreled through the doorway and jumped in the bed, over my dear grandmother so that I was next to the wall. I laid on my stomach stiff with fear and wide awake until daylight.

Several years ago I was with friends in Vicksburg, Mississippi we were taking a house tour of one of the surviving plantation houses. The original part of the house predated the 1800's, the tour guide warned us that the house was haunted and that sometimes the ghosts would appear during the house tour. We were in one of the bedrooms where I was taking pictures, in one of the pictures was a ladies dressing table with a large mirror. When a friend saw that picture he pointed out there was something reflected in the mirror. I looked closely and it was a small figure with pointy ears but was very human like and was smiling. I knew that there was nothing in the room that looked like this.

My MOST personal supernatural event occurred back in August '87 at Royal's stadium. My then 2 best friends and I (the same 2 present at the UFO encounter 2 years prior) were attending a Royal's evening game and running a wee bit behind schedule. On the way we were blasting Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil' and I'm just singing along with the stereo blasting.

After the dream in which my father appeared to me at the very moment of his passing and basically told me to accept that I was a Scorpio and OWN it. I was now fully embracing this fact. Speeding along in my Trans Am singing Motley Crue trying to make first pitch on time. We had excellent seats in the very front row along the first base line a few yards past the bag. Mark Gubicza was the starting pitcher for the Royals.

After ordering a few beers we began to relax and enjoy the game. I was buzzed but not excessively. So, being in my early 20's, the invincible age, I started scanning the packed stadium, it was dark by now. I was full of ego and myself and thinking, yeah I'm a Scorpio, if I could tap into my occult gifts nobody in this stadium (40,000) could take me on, having just seen Hellraiser that whole line from the movie was reverberating through my mind...I'll tear your soul apart. I kinda sensed a strong "presence" on the opposite side of the stadium that was now aware of me...

I started to feel my stomach cramp up. I thought maybe I'd drank the beers too fast and was paying the price. The pain became progressively worse until I was in agony. I was seated in the middle of my 2 friends. They noticed that I wasn't feeling right, but continued to enjoy the game. After minutes of excruciating pain in my too tight feeling belly, I thought I might have to leave, sick.

The pain began to subside the moment I was about to turn to my friends and tell them I needed to go. I began to feel 100% better almost instantaneously. In fact, I never felt better. I felt lightheaded but not in a drunk or impaired way. All of a sudden it was like I detached my conscious mind from my body. It felt like I was behind myself watching everything through a squarish screen. I was perfectly alert and hyper aware.

Gubicza was on the mound pitching and the crowd around me were excitedly into each pitch. I was freaking because everything seemed dream-like. I could feel the "presence" scanning and assessing me. I was observing things remotely behind myself like an observer. And then EVERYTHING and everyone began to move in slow motion. Mark Gubicza had just begun his wind up and released the pitch, the whole stadium was moving like a very slow motion film. I remember looking around, I seemed to still be moving in regular speed and tempo.

Looking up at what was supposed to be the nighttime sky, it now appeared light colored instead of pitch night. It was dark pink/orange like a post evening thunderstorm. I could clearly see the downtown KC skyline which had just been and should have been impossible. I could see the surrounding area as if it were daylight. Far up, near the edge of the atmosphere there was a vivid grid pattern, tile-like that covered the entire upper sky as far as I could see in all directions. The borders of the grid pattern were formed by very thick, lightning-electric currents, making prefect squares, uninterrupted as far as the eye could see in the upper atmosphere, edge of space.

As the ball lleft Gubicza's hand, still appearing in VERY slow motion and as if observing remotely to me, the batter slowly fouled the ball and the batted ball was very slowly coming right in my direction. Even slicing and curving in the air, here it comes. I'm stunned at how everyone around me, my 2 friends on either side of me were in slo-mo. Even the voices had that muffled, slow-mo sound. As the ball got closer, everyone seated near me began to rise...very slowly, from their seats in anticipation of cacatching the ball. I was in stunned disbelief watching the ballgame headed right for me and everyone standing up...in very slow-mo.

Someone called be vulgar names, and accused me of being a Trumpty Dumpty supporter, and I was not. Never.

R500 I wish you could post that picture. R499 here, and the room in which I woke up had two mirrors facing each other reflecting one another into infinity. After my incident related above, I was inexplicitly drawn to gazing into the endless images, believing something was lurking and smirking at me.

R501- CON'T^

I could have easily stood up and caught the ball headed straight at me, but I was too awed to do anything but take in all that I was unbelievably observing. As soon as the ball would've landed in my hands had I bothered to catch it....

I remember nothing. Here's where it gets freaky. My friends said that I just seemed to vanish right before their eyes. They were leaning over me for the anything goes to catch the ball rule. Finders-keepers. So while they were in my personal space and wary of injuring the the still seated me, POOF! I suddenly disappeared. The cameras at the game should have caught all of this on tape, following the foul ball coming straight to me.

My friends were freaking....WTF? They began looking/scanning the immediate area for me thinking that maybe I'd fallen onto the field or into the back row. Nothing. They couldn't locate me...anywhere. Then they hear a female screaming. All the excitement over the foul ball was now over and our area was quieting down and returning to their seats.

Following the source of the screams, about 10-15 rows back, they see a panicking younger chick in her seat looking down at her lap. So they race up the stairs to investigate. They stated that they see me with my head in her lap, my legs on the ground in what at first looked like a seizure. I was moving about/thrashing around in what they described as moving about in super FAST motion, so fast it was blurrish. They'd never seen anything move that rapidly. She was screaming in panicked alarm.

Her boyfriend/husband was also in a panicked state and about to clean my clock thinking that I was attacking his girlfriend. But he stopped himself because he too observed me moving in hyper speed mode and couldn't believe what he was seeing. At the least, he knew that I was experiencing some sort of medical emergency and wasn't a threat. My friends said it looked as if I was fighting or resisting an attack. They just stood there for a couple of long seconds not understanding what they should or could do.

I came out of it and they said I was like a "robot" -- flat affect but responsive. A crowd had gathered around. Her boyfriend said, " Man...WTF was that? What did I just see?" The female was calm at this point and trying to make sure that I was alright. My friends said they walked me back to our seats and I was still robotic. Stadium attendants/personnel came to assess the situation and make sure I wasn't in an emergency state.

I remember coming back to full consciousness and function with my friends kinda slapping my hands and face. They told me what had just transpired. I immediately went to the hospital ER and was given a complete exam. Head scans, x-rays...everything checked out OK.

All of this should have been captured on camera. I think that the combination of singing the Motley Crue song, sort of throwing down a supernatural challenge, almost declaring myself to be a *** opened me up, and that powerful presence I sensed took me up on my boast, and either tried to put me in my place, or take me to that next level/stage of consciousness. I know what I observed. And following this episode I had raised skin interruptions in the base of my skull (kitchen) area. Like the movie The Matrix. It's like I disconnected myself from the "construct" of this known reality and existence and had an opportunity to peek behind the curtain, evolve to a new level of awareness. The "bumps" in the nape of my neck remain.

R503 R500 Here if you want to see the house it's the McRaven House in Vicksburg, I'm sure you could experience it for yourself.

This thread is 100% better if you block AIKC.

R506 W&W for you. It's very hard to get through one of his overly long and ponderous posts.

What can I say R507 -R508? I was rather sleepy this afternoon. I'm glad I was able to recall everything in detail as I was typing it. It was kinda meandering. But at least I got to see and witness what I can only describe as a peek behind the curtain of this perceived reality. And what I beheld was amazing. Words truly don't do justice to my awesome experience.

BTW, do be grateful that I don't attempt to access or tap into my gifts....it wouldn't be in your best interest. Is that all you Bobsey twins from hell can do is flame and defame? How lame.. Add an account or personal experience of your own or fuck off. You've probably never witnessed a REAL magician perform real, bend the fabric of time and space, MAGIC before huh? A pity.

AIKC, yours are some of the most interesting stories that I have read on DL. Some are better than others (as is true with all of us! LOL) - but I always look forward to your posts. Pay not attention to any idiots that are attempting to berate or belittle you in any way. You have tons of fans and I am certainly one of them. Thank you for the fascinating reading my friend.

MIchael Todd submitting a fecal specimen.

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R506 and R507 AiKC truly deserves every ration of hell he gets. He and his fake, sock puppeted fandom can jump into oncoming traffic. It's beyond obvious that he's posing as his own admirers on this and other threads. He has forgotten to clear his cookies and been caught in the past.

When I was about 11 or 12, my best friend and I were in my back yard late at night, lying in the grass, looking up at the stars, just talking about stupid shit. All of a sudden, I just got this overwhelming sense that something was WRONG, and feeling really uneasy and creeped out, but didn't want to be a wimp and say anything so just stayed there, freaking out. After a few minutes, my friend got really quiet and then whispered "do you feel something weird?"

I said yes and then we looked at each other for a few seconds and then I said, "RUN." We hauled ass and ran into the house, jumped into my bed and pulled the covers over our heads. We finally calmed down, but all these years later I still remember it. I don't know what it was; I've never had that feeling before or since.

r515 I know someone that always attracts spirits and so did her mother. she said she & her mother were in a field one day when his same thing came over them but she said it was like a blackness you could feel inside. her mother said the same thing, "RUN" & they did. she is much older now and said she has never felt anything like that again & hopes she never does. she said it was just pure evil. you did the right thing.

R516, I don't know if it's so much that I attract spirits, but I do seem sort of tuned in to things. Sometimes I think it's just coincidence, but it used to creep my friends and lovers out. It's weird, I guess I should embrace it, but I try to ignore it. I've had several dreams about tornadoes over the years, and the next day something awful happens in my life.

I would say that is your sign then to know when something bad is coming and is just a way to be prepared.

if you attract spirits or things just make sure you pray for protection to keep yourself safe. it is always your choice to embrace or ignore. neither one is right or wrong so feel free to choose what you want.

Sweetie, R514..I don't clear my cookies, I eat them when I get the midnight munchies. The cookie monster ain't got shit on me. Mmmm. Cookie good.

I NEVER clear my cookies. It causes an inconvenience for me that I don't like to deal with. I'm not a stealthy kind of guy...at all. I'm more the in your face type. Why sneak and slither when I boldly come hither.

The Royal's stadium encounter was the greatest single event that I ever experienced. Obviously I wasn't as badass as 23 year old me learned. Someone was "present" at the stadium that night and was either friend or foe. I believe the presence was attempting to help me open my 3rd eye and elevate me to their level. But I wasn't ready then and resisted. At least I was strong enough to do that effectively.

After this night is when I gained my lucid dreaming control ability for one. DVR-like ability to start or stop my dreams at will, and continue/discontinue as I saw fit. And increased awareness+perception ability. I've been kinda too chicken shit to fully explore all the possibilities that I can conceive. Once you open that door and go through, there's no undoing it. Sometimes ignorance can be bliss.

PS: A simple ignore or block function discerns sock puppets from the REAL meat puppet, actual poster. But then, you already know this...you're just being bitchy...pointlessly.

Anonymous in KC, you are one of my favorite posters. I am on a mystical journey myself, but not nearly as in tune with source as you seem to be. Very cool stuff.

Nurse on this!

Much appreciated R520. Hope your spiritual journey is fruitful and blessed.

R521- some interesting stuff huh? I shared an account on another thread, of a dying lawyer under hospice care and the multiple witnesses that experienced some weird stuff as she died. Her hospice attendant was so frightened that she ran out of the room, while the family members and I nervously looked at each and marvelled at the eerie events of her passing.

R522 Did smoke emanate from the patient when she died? I don't mean something cute like smoke coming out of someone's ass either. Or did you see The Angel Of death. I know people who have saw him.

Unh huh R523 - I've seen a lot of freaky stuff over the years, but I've never seen the Angel of Death or anything resembling one. Co-workers, and patients I know have reported seeing non-human entities or beings. I haven't seen anything on my job as a nurse but I've been physically touched by "something" usually in a playful manner, or maybe an attempt to get my attention and make me aware of their presence.

And I've witnessed shadows out of the corners of my eye, but when I look up there's nothing there. Working nights for the past 20 years, I've seen plenty of unexplainable phenomena and as usually the case with me, I'm not alone when I witness these events.

r523 I used to work at an animal hospital and I saw the "smoke" as you call it, form a misty cloud 3-4 feet above a cats body that had just been put to sleep. There were other people in the room but I felt awkward saying "hey, does anyone else see the cloud of mist near the ceiling?". I didn't want to get teased about it for the rest of my employment there. The cloud stayed there near the ceiling for many minutes, the more I focused on it, the more I noticed a kind of swirling pattern in the "smoke". It finally just dissipated into nothing. It was really fascinating, I felt that it must have been the cats energy or spirit but who knows what it was. First and the last time I ever saw anything like it.

I was a hospice nurse for about 8 years, and was present for a number of paranormal experiences, chiefly involving patients communicating with already deceased relatives. Every nurse I ever worked with, even in non hospice situations, had experiences like this, but many of them did not like to discuss it.

I jog most every night and a couple years ago I saw that smoke around a house as I passed it. The sky was so strange that I actually stopped and stared.

The next day I found out that the man who lived there died about the same time I was outside.

I haven't mentioned it to anyone until now.

I was the night nurse at a skilled care facility. There was a gregarious female lawyer who was everyone's favorite patient. She had end stage lung cancer and was under hospice care. She was still ambulatory and independent, very bright and a sought after conversationalist. She'd tell the staff and other patients that she would see a shadow like figure, hooded and dressed in all black, roaming the halls of the facility.

She said seeing the entity frightened her the first few times she saw it as it would turn and stare back at her almost like it was surprised that she could plainly see it. She'd say that the upper half of it's human looking hooded form was solid appearing but the bottom half below knee level wasn't visible. It would glide silently, unseen to all but her, throughout the facility on occasion. She began to tell us that it would enter certain patient's rooms, either walking through the closed door or through the walls.

The patients whose rooms she said the entity entered would mysteriously die within a week. The staff became more interested in her relating accounts because some of the patients were not expected to die. It's like she really knew beforehand who was next to expire. One night she was sitting by the nurses desk and suddenly stopped talking in mid sentence. She said that the entity was present and had turned to look at her and seemed to cock it's head sideways, in a curious/inquisitive manner before gliding down the hall. She said it was clad in a black hooded garment and was faceless. Just black emptiness where the face would've been.

She stated that it entered an unoccupied room. We continued our conversation, putting it out of our minds. This lady was very intelligent, lucid, and requiring little pain medication at the time. When I returned to work that weekend I learned that a nearby hospital had transferred a terminally ill woman to that unoccupied room, because of the lesser cost of paying for a hospital bed for the family. The lady died within 2 days.

She correctly "predicted" the deaths of at least 2 more patients by seeing the entity enter their rooms. Her condition declined sharply and hospice began visiting her several times a day now. She went to breakfast one morning and collapsed at the table. They assisted her back to her bed and family was notified of her imminent death. So that night when I came on duty there was her sister, husband and a hospice nurse in her room . I came in to check on her with a CNA with me. Her breathing was shallow and labored and we knew she'd pass soon.

The lights in her room began to flicker, especially the overhead light of her bed. The main light in the room was also flickering and an independent power source from the overhead bed light. The more shallow and delayed her respirations became, the more pronounced the flickering of the lights. The hospice nurse was standing over her taking her vitals and assessing her, the family members were holding her hand and at her side. She breathed her last breath and the main light in the room went out. The hospice nurse backed away in open mouthed fear. The overhead light was flickering away at strobe light intensity by now. The door to her slammed shut and startled us all. The hospice nurse kinda let out a panicked half scream, practically running to the now closed door to get out of there ASAP. The family members, the CNA and I looked at each other and around the room. The strobe effect of the light suddenly ceased and at that exact moment all the doors on the floor all began to slam close. Something was releasing the fire safety magnets and causing them to shut. But in a real emergency situation they're supposed to release SIMULTANEOUSLY. This was different. Starting with the room next to hers, like a weird domino effect, one by one, going down the hall and back up the hall on the opposite side. All the lights on the floor had been affected and were "strobing."

The hospice nurse was in the lobby near tears. The lawyer's family members me and the CNA just kinds looked at each other smiling.

Great story AIKC, sounds like she wanted everyone to know she made it to the other side...

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This book sounds interesting . Has anyone read it?

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@Aikc I think you'll like this.

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Back in the early 80's I worked at a big old bakery on the Southside of Chicago. It was the twin to the NYC Ward/Tip-Top Bakery for you New Yorkers, and it was built in about 1924 or so.

One of the stories the guys would tell was how the top floor (where the mixers were) was haunted by the ghost of a Polish guy who had been killed by one of the mixers back in the 1920's. He had lost his balance and grabbed the mixer to steady himself, but his hand hit the START button and the machine's arm started rotating and killed him. The door closed automatically and he went through a complete cycle. These were mixers that could hold about 1800 pounds of dough so it very possible. They would sense him standing next to them when they were about to operate the controls late at night. He never said anything or did anything hostile--it was like he was watching to make sure they didn't repeat his mistake. As soon as they looked directly at him he would instantly disappear.

I thought it was a good story, but I never believed it until after the bakery closed and I was cleaning out the old file cabinets. I found a hand written log of all the accidents from the 20's though the 50's, and as I thumbed through it cam across a 1928 notation about a guy with a Polish name and there written in old fountain pen it said "killed by bread mixer."

The other thing that happened there was almost as creepy. The main oven was this beautiful all brick oven that had been there since the place was built in 1924. The top was a barrel arch of white glazed brick. The whole thing was at least 100 feet long. The craftsmanship that went into building it was amazing, and it worked flawlessly for decades.

On the very last night the bakery was scheduled to operate, just minutes after the last loaf had come out of the oven, there was a huge noise like an explosion, and everyone evacuated thinking it was a gas leak or something. Except it wasn't, the entire roof of that oven, all 100 feet of brickwork, had collapsed. It was like the old girl knew it was over and just plain gave up.

Moar creepy stories please!!!!!

Thanks for sharing that R538!

This happened to my sister but it's one of those near-miss stories that always haunted our family...

My sister was with my parents along with me and my brother coming back from a walk down a path we liked to use (she would've been about 10). She'd run ahead of us to the top of the path, which opens out onto a small country road. It's not heavily travelled now and certainly wasn't then. Anyway, a car travelling down that road pulled up beside my sister. Luckily my parents had caught up to her, and when the guy in the car saw them he drove off in a hurry. Still it was pretty fucking creepy.

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R541's story reminded me of one of my own creepy experiences. When I was in the 8th grade, a friend came over to my house, and we decided to walk to the variety store about a half mile away from my house. It was a quiet residential neighborhood, in broad daylight.

While we were walking, a car in the distance drove slowly toward us. We thought he was going to ask us for directions. Instead, opens the window, and says something in a low, unintelligible, voice. He looked and sounded Latino, so my friend leaned in closer to the window to try to hear him. She abruptly pulled away, grabbed my arm and started pulling me back toward our house, and she was shaking. She pulled me away so fast o didn't see what she saw.

She told me on the way home (as you probably guessed) that he was a perve, holding his dick in his hand and jerking off in the car. I felt completely creeped out. When we got back to the house, we told my parents what happened, and they called the police. The officer came to my house and interviewed us about it. The officer thanked us for reporting the incident immediately and said (and this has stayed with me to this day), "you did the right thing, because guys like that rarely stop at just exposing themselves. They're likely to become bolder and move on to crimes like rape."

That was the last we heard of it. We never found out if they caught the guy.

Fast forward about 4-5 years later. I came home one weekend during my first semester as a college freshman, and my mom informed me that a 12 year old girl had been raped and murdered near the same spot we had reported seeing Mr. Pervert. It happened in broad daylight, near the same middle school me and my friend attended when we were around the same age as the girl who got murdered. Descriptions of a suspicious car that witnesses reported seeing in the vicinity matched that of the car that had approached us. Sadly, more than 30 years later, her murder remains unsolved.

I'll probably never know if that guy we saw was responsible for that poor little girl's violent assault and murder, but it really shook up me up. The police occasionally try to revive the cold case, but to this day, no one has been arrested.

I can't keep reading these or I will have nightmares.

It's getting dark here in Portland and I'm getting the shivers.

It's officially October. We need more stories!

I live in a fourplex on the ground floor, where we share a common entrance hall. There's a lock on the front hall door, but we never felt the need to use it. For about six years, I'd lived there without incident.

One night last summer, around dusk, I hear a single raggedy cough out in the hall. Oh, that's not good. I decided I imagined it. A few minutes later, another cough. I look out the front door and see a cadaverous, frizzy-haired ancient street woman in a tube top completely sprawled out in front of the front door. Not good. The police took her away. A month later, I catch the same bitch on my front porch, peering in the window as I was napping. FUCK.

Myself and others start noticing other weird loiterers: the guy on the side of the building on his cell phone, the guy on the crutch caught trying to jimmy the front door lock in broad daylight, with me clearly home in the middle of the day. This went on and on. I couldn't figure out why this had become so prevalent so quickly.

Around this time, the neighbors across the hall (gay couple but total domestic violence dirtbags) had a special dead bolt put on their door. They tore down notices giving descriptions of the various visitors. Our front hall lights all stopped working... except for theirs and so at night, that entry hall was totally dark. You'd hear their front door and the main door opening at all hours and always in the dark.

It was an elderly male neighbor, residing in the building since the 80s, that asked if there was drug dealing going on. Mystery solved. My eyes lit up. They were dealing to street trade out of our fucking building. Those various intruders were their customers and they were using the fourplex as a cocaine sales front. Yeah, I vowed Dee Dee Halls Marlena Evans style to "shut down their operations" and I did.

They've been evicted and I recently had a neighbor say he noticed they were gone and he always thought they might have been dealing. "NO WAY," I said cuntily as I hauled my groceries in. Glad they're gone. It was not fun sharing a basement laundry room with a 5-foot tall enraged BPD Mexi power bottom who was up on drug charges because of my 911 call when he was beating his partner in a coke rage. Tough shit, mija.

I made it into a joke/story but the strange goings-on were terrifying before the pattern emerged and the rest of us started communicating. This is a much safer place now. Dark things grow where darkness is allowed to take hold.

And I wrote a series pilot from it. So I came out ahead, I guess.

[quote]Tough shit, mija.

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The weird adopted son moved into the shed attached to the back of the cottage I rented as his parents fleed to Florida.

R550, I've had two glasses of cabernet and just rolled a joint and I must know more about this creepy shed son.

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I miss AIKC's stories. I hate how we was harrassed and hounded from DL.