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Post by matsthywit on Feb 16, 2017 0:42:15 GMT
I've been lucky. Nothing extremely scary has really happened to me. Most frightening thing I can recall was skidding out of control in some shitty weather conditions at highway speed. But I live in an area where it snows a literal 6 or 7 months a year so that kind of experience has been a common one for me and while I nearly shit a brick while it's happening it's not a fear that stays with me long.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 18, 2017 18:16:41 GMT
Regarding the supernatural/paranormal? I tend not to believe in that stuff, although I am fascinated by it just the same. (My home library has a good number of books with titles like Mysterious Happenings and Mysteries of the Unexplained.) I do have one true-life incident that I have never been able to explain away, however. I'll try to make a long story short.
It happened, appropriately, in Venice, which, if such things are real, is the ideal location for passage between this world and the next. It was the first (and, unfortunately, thus far the only) time my family and I had ever been to Italy, and Venice was the last city we went to. Venice is utterly amazingly, gorgeous and mysterious, with heaven-knows-what always lurking around the next corner. The most remarkable city to which I've ever been.
So! My mother and grandmother were set on going shopping (for potpourri!), so my father, my uncle, my cousin Brittany, and I decided to travel to all the different islands in the Venetian Lagoon. One of them is called San Michele, and it is the "cemetery island," to which the Venetians bring their dead because, like New Orleans, they cannot bury them underground. (Ground! What ground? It's water under there.)
I was interested, and we went there. (We did go to the more traditional, touristy islands too--no worries!) We were exploring the island, and then I wandered off to the other side, just to see it before we left. (It was growing dark.) It's interesting, and spooky, and (indeed!) somewhat serene, but it can become a trifle dull, and we were ready to go.
I entered one of the above-ground tombs--nothing eerie about it, I hasten to add, unlike the priests' tombs on the entrance side of the island. I turned around and suddenly, from nowhere, I hear my father scream my name at the top of his lungs.
I thought something terrible had happened, of course, and rushed as quickly as I could to the other side of the (small) island. I nearly ran into my father, who came rushing towards me.
"What happened?"
He stared at me, confused, and said, "What do you mean? Why were you screaming 'Dad'?"
Of course, I hadn't been screaming anything. We talked for a minute and found out that, the moment I heard him scream my name, he heard me scream "Dad."
A few things to bear in mind:
1) This is an island, cut off from any other kind of communication. You cannot hear, for example, what is being said or even announced on loudspeakers (if they had those there) on Murano or Burano, or from the main city of Venice.
2) My family and I were the only people on the island. As we arrived, a Venetian funeral gondola was leaving.
3) My uncle and cousin were below ground (well, the closest thing to it--you have to go down some stairs, to where the priests' tombs are) at the time. I considered the possibility that my cousin was playing a trick on me; not only has she steadfastly denied it for years, but she could not have gotten out of the underground area and screamed loud enough for me to hear without passing my father standing nearby.
We were all really spooked and still remember it to this day. From time to time I still try to explain it away and am never really able to do so. I wish the incident were more "story-shaped," to use Neil Gaiman's term, with an explanation for the ending, whether it be natural or supernatural. But, as it is, that is my one real seemingly supernatural occurrence.
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Post by Matthew the Swordsman on Feb 18, 2017 18:58:35 GMT
Once had petrol splashed into my eyes. I've had emergency surgery on my penis (I'm not joking). Once was nearly hit by a car while crossing the road. Once had my hand go through the glass of the front door (luckily, it was safety glass so relatively little harm was done). Once threw up on a tram. Once broke a tooth while eating a Picnic chocolate bar.
I get the feeling I don't have a guardian angel, but instead have a guardian demon. He helps me survive the events, but doesn't stop them from happening in the first place.
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Post by matsthywit on Feb 18, 2017 23:15:29 GMT
Regarding the supernatural/paranormal? I tend not to believe in that stuff, although I am fascinated by it just the same. (My home library has a good number of books with titles like Mysterious Happenings and Mysteries of the Unexplained.) I do have one true-life incident that I have never been able to explain away, however. I'll try to make a long story short. It happened, appropriately, in Venice, which, if such things are real, is the ideal location for passage between this world and the next. It was the first (and, unfortunately, thus far the only) time my family and I had ever been to Italy, and Venice was the last city we went to. Venice is utterly amazingly, gorgeous and mysterious, with heaven-knows-what always lurking around the next corner. The most remarkable city to which I've ever been. So! My mother and grandmother were set on going shopping (for potpourri!), so my father, my uncle, my cousin Brittany, and I decided to travel to all the different islands in the Venetian Lagoon. One of them is called San Michele, and it is the "cemetery island," to which the Venetians bring their dead because, like New Orleans, they cannot bury them underground. (Ground! What ground? It's water under there.) I was interested, and we went there. (We did go to the more traditional, touristy islands too--no worries!) We were exploring the island, and then I wandered off to the other side, just to see it before we left. (It was growing dark.) It's interesting, and spooky, and (indeed!) somewhat serene, but it's none too interesting, and we were ready to go. I entered one of the above-ground tombs--nothing eerie about it, I hasten to add, unlike the priests' tombs on the entrance side of the island. I turned around and suddenly, from nowhere, I hear my father scream my name at the top of his lungs. I thought something terrible had happened, of course, and rushed as quickly as I could to the other side of the (small) island. I nearly ran into my father, who barging towards me. "What happened?" He stared at me, confused, and said, "What do you mean? Why were you screaming 'Dad'?" Of course, I hadn't been screaming anything. We talked for a minute and found out that, the moment I heard him scream my name, he heard me scream "Dad." A few things to bear in mind: 1) This is an island, cut off from any other kind of communication. You cannot hear, for example, what is being said or even announced on loudspeakers (if they had those there) on Murano or Burano, or from the main city of Venice. 2) My family and I were the only people on the island. As we arrived, a Venetian funeral gondola was leaving. 3) My uncle and cousin were below ground (well, the closest thing to it--you have to go down some stairs, to where the priests' tombs are) at the time. I considered the possibility that my cousin was playing a trick on me; not only has she steadfastly denied it for years, but she could not have gotten out of the underground area and screamed loud enough for me to hear without passing my father standing nearby. We were all really spooked and still remember it to this day. From time to time I still try to explain it and am never really able to do so. I wish the incident were more "story-shaped," to use Neil Gaiman's term, with an explanation for the ending, whether it be natural or supernatural. But, as it is, that is my one real seemingly supernatural occurrence. I don't mean to be the party pooper or anything but I feel like someone should ask the obvious. Have you considered that maybe it was getting dark and spooky outside that your father, seeing you were alone, decided to screw with you and thought it funnier not to own up to it and let you remain confused/spooked?
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 18, 2017 23:31:12 GMT
Regarding the supernatural/paranormal? I tend not to believe in that stuff, although I am fascinated by it just the same. (My home library has a good number of books with titles like Mysterious Happenings and Mysteries of the Unexplained.) I do have one true-life incident that I have never been able to explain away, however. I'll try to make a long story short. It happened, appropriately, in Venice, which, if such things are real, is the ideal location for passage between this world and the next. It was the first (and, unfortunately, thus far the only) time my family and I had ever been to Italy, and Venice was the last city we went to. Venice is utterly amazingly, gorgeous and mysterious, with heaven-knows-what always lurking around the next corner. The most remarkable city to which I've ever been. So! My mother and grandmother were set on going shopping (for potpourri!), so my father, my uncle, my cousin Brittany, and I decided to travel to all the different islands in the Venetian Lagoon. One of them is called San Michele, and it is the "cemetery island," to which the Venetians bring their dead because, like New Orleans, they cannot bury them underground. (Ground! What ground? It's water under there.) I was interested, and we went there. (We did go to the more traditional, touristy islands too--no worries!) We were exploring the island, and then I wandered off to the other side, just to see it before we left. (It was growing dark.) It's interesting, and spooky, and (indeed!) somewhat serene, but it's none too interesting, and we were ready to go. I entered one of the above-ground tombs--nothing eerie about it, I hasten to add, unlike the priests' tombs on the entrance side of the island. I turned around and suddenly, from nowhere, I hear my father scream my name at the top of his lungs. I thought something terrible had happened, of course, and rushed as quickly as I could to the other side of the (small) island. I nearly ran into my father, who barging towards me. "What happened?" He stared at me, confused, and said, "What do you mean? Why were you screaming 'Dad'?" Of course, I hadn't been screaming anything. We talked for a minute and found out that, the moment I heard him scream my name, he heard me scream "Dad." A few things to bear in mind: 1) This is an island, cut off from any other kind of communication. You cannot hear, for example, what is being said or even announced on loudspeakers (if they had those there) on Murano or Burano, or from the main city of Venice. 2) My family and I were the only people on the island. As we arrived, a Venetian funeral gondola was leaving. 3) My uncle and cousin were below ground (well, the closest thing to it--you have to go down some stairs, to where the priests' tombs are) at the time. I considered the possibility that my cousin was playing a trick on me; not only has she steadfastly denied it for years, but she could not have gotten out of the underground area and screamed loud enough for me to hear without passing my father standing nearby. We were all really spooked and still remember it to this day. From time to time I still try to explain it and am never really able to do so. I wish the incident were more "story-shaped," to use Neil Gaiman's term, with an explanation for the ending, whether it be natural or supernatural. But, as it is, that is my one real seemingly supernatural occurrence. I don't mean to be the party pooper or anything but I feel like someone should ask the obvious. Have you considered that maybe it was getting dark and spooky outside that your father, seeing you were alone, decided to screw with you and thought it funnier not to own up to it and let you remain confused/spooked? No, you're not being a party pooper. As someone rather skeptical by nature, believe me, I considered that and just about every other possibility. It's one of those cases where you just know something but cannot prove it to outsiders; suffice it to say, if you knew my father (knew that was coming, right?), you'd know that couldn't be the case. It has been many years now, and I've been with him when he and I have both told the tale to relative strangers (like BlueJay wrote at in the original post, as silly as it sounds, scary stories are good icebreakers). On the other hand, it is exactly the kind of trick my cousin would pull, were it not for the reasons I mentioned--and the fact that she couldn't do two voices at once--and the fact that she sounds nothing like my father--and that she was on the other side of the island (then again, so was my father).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 17:44:31 GMT
When I was little I had a rabbit I wans raising for a 4h show. I did everything right and I loved him he was sooo beautiful. The day of the show I could not find him any where. I looked and looked. My mom said she did not see him to. I went to the show with out him and everyo ne laughed. I wanted a ribbon sooo bad. I cried Infront of Everyone. I got spanked about it from my dad who said I was being like a little girl. I did not find out what happened for a few months when my mom got drunk and took me to the basement to show me something. She handed me a cold hard lump wrapped in butcher paper. She tell me to a peak under, and I see a little fluffy bunny tale. I screamed and she laughed in my face! Poor Krinkles . I never forgives my mother, and it's why the doctors say I need the love of unavailable men and vodka. I am still suffering. 😢
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Post by edzeppelin on Feb 21, 2017 4:33:43 GMT
It was the opposite of scary, but when I was 18 I was traveling with a friend and stopped for a night at his parents' house in Lubbock, Texas. I woke around 4:15 AM to find my grandmother standing by the bed, looking at me and radiating love. She had been in the hospital in California and had been sick for a long time. I have no idea how long we "visited," because all I remember is being wrapped in her pure, unconditional love. I called my mother immediately and she said my grandmother had just died. I've never been afraid of death since.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 7:11:00 GMT
A couple of years ago my German Shepherd, who had been my constant companion her whole life passed on from congestive heart failure...
A couple of weeks later, I found my current dog, who was in need of re-homing in Cardiff...
A little while later, I bumped in to someone I know in the pub...
They said "you've got two dogs now then"... I said no, Storm died, I just have the new fella... They were adamant they saw me walking along the estuary the evening before with my new dog running ahead, and my German Shepherd walking along next to my legs...
Oddly, I have had two other unconnected people say pretty much the same thing to me...
Not scary, but interesting.
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Post by Artemis on Feb 21, 2017 13:02:23 GMT
I went to an abandoned asylum (college project), the morgue was still accessible which was super creepy and eerily it was very clean like it'd been polished or washed (the place had been shut down for over 20 years).
We explored the place a bit more and in one of the corridors it felt as if somebody was standing behind me and was going to tap me on my shoulder. I think I was freaking myself out because of where we were, then we got a phone call from one of the girls Mam that I was with. There was a housing estate right next to it (even though it was in the middle of nowhere) and she'd parked her car there saying she'd wait in the car. Down the phone I could hear she was quite upset, when the daughter came off the phone she said we needed to leave now. Apparently somebody had been banging on the car window screaming that they were bringing patients back tonight, that we shouldn't be here and we had to leave right away as they were coming back soon. Needless to say we drove off a few minutes later, I'm not sure I'd want to be one of those "patients".
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 21, 2017 13:15:18 GMT
I went to an abandoned asylum (college project), the morgue was still accessible which was super creepy and eerily it was very clean like it'd been polished or washed (the place had been shut down for over 20 years). We explored the place a bit more and in one of the corridors it felt as if somebody was standing behind me and was going to tap me on my shoulder. I think I was freaking myself out because of where we were, then we got a phone call from one of the girls Mam that I was with. There was a housing estate right next to it (even though it was in the middle of nowhere) and she'd parked her car there saying she'd wait in the car. Down the phone I could hear she was quite upset, when the daughter came off the phone she said we needed to leave now. Apparently somebody had been banging on the car window screaming that they were bringing patients back tonight, that we shouldn't be here and we had to leave right away as they were coming back soon. Needless to say we drove off a few minutes later, I'm not sure I'd want to be one of those "patients". What a curious story--scary, yes, but in that eerie, unexplained way that characterizes a Robert Aickman tale, for example. Of course, no one ( alive, that is--said in a Paul Frees-esque "Ghost Host" voice) was bringing back any patients to an abandoned asylum that night? Near where I live, on Long Island, there is the now-abandoned (but never-forgotten) Kings Park Psychiatric Center. I've never been inside, but I have been on the grounds looking up at the place, and, let me tell ya, when you look at that place, it feels like you're Nell Vance looking up at Hill House.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 21, 2017 13:16:50 GMT
It was the opposite of scary, but when I was 18 I was traveling with a friend and stopped for a night at his parents' house in Lubbock, Texas. I woke around 4:15 AM to find my grandmother standing by the bed, looking at me and radiating love. She had been in the hospital in California and had been sick for a long time. I have no idea how long we "visited," because all I remember is being wrapped in her pure, unconditional love. I called my mother immediately and she said my grandmother had just died. I've never been afraid of death since. This is a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing it.
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Post by deembastille on Feb 21, 2017 20:15:06 GMT
REAL STORY, NO GHOST AND IT HAPPENED TO ME.
I live in an apartment building where you have to be buzzed in if you don't have a key to get in/don't live here. there is no security guard/concierge there are 10 buildings in our complex. We have been having issues with random people coming in and buzzing anyone and having that someone buzz them in without knowing what the hell they want. we have had some robberies due to these mindless twits.
I am home when the downstairs buzzer rings. I go on my tv and check out who is there and I see a young adult woman with a shoulder bag. I go to the -- and ask who it is... this is basically the conversation... I am BLUE.
who is it?
your nurse let me in.
I didn't order a nurse. who are you looking for?
let me in.
I didn't order or need you. what is the patient's name?
I am supposed to be here let me in!
lady, I really don't know what this is about, but I don't need a nurse. if you tell me the name I can maybe help you find your patient.
LET. ME. IN.
Double check the address again, our addresses are weird. make sure you have the right building AND street [even local delivery people get it wrong]
I told you i am supposed to be here. {I WATCH THE TV AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN CHECK--FISHY}
What is your name?
LET.ME.IN.
Who is the doctor/insurance company who hired you?
LET!ME!IN!YOU!BITCH!
If you won't let me help you, then I will have no other choice but to call the police.
*click* and I see on the tv her leaving the building.
Now, when I saw this 'nightmare nurse' movie [actually good movie from lifetime] I wrote this story on the board and most everyone was with me that this woman was whacko and up to no good. One person completely missed the mark and started telling me that I should have let her in since travelling nurses do a great job! not saying they don't but when you don't order/require a nurse and one shows up at your door, you have to wonder. he then says that she was unable to tell me the patients name due to confidentiality. I came back with... ' this is different, i was not her patient. and she refused to even double check the address.'
Morons. My street smarts saved my life that day.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 21, 2017 23:21:52 GMT
REAL STORY, NO GHOST AND IT HAPPENED TO ME.
I live in an apartment building where you have to be buzzed in if you don't have a key to get in/don't live here. there is no security guard/concierge there are 10 buildings in our complex. We have been having issues with random people coming in and buzzing anyone and having that someone buzz them in without knowing what the hell they want. we have had some robberies due to these mindless twits.
I am home when the downstairs buzzer rings. I go on my tv and check out who is there and I see a young adult woman with a shoulder bag. I go to the -- and ask who it is... this is basically the conversation... I am BLUE.
who is it?
your nurse let me in.
I didn't order a nurse. who are you looking for?
let me in.
I didn't order or need you. what is the patient's name?
I am supposed to be here let me in!
lady, I really don't know what this is about, but I don't need a nurse. if you tell me the name I can maybe help you find your patient.
LET. ME. IN.
Double check the address again, our addresses are weird. make sure you have the right building AND street [even local delivery people get it wrong]
I told you i am supposed to be here. {I WATCH THE TV AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN CHECK--FISHY}
What is your name?
LET.ME.IN.
Who is the doctor/insurance company who hired you?
LET!ME!IN!YOU!BITCH!
If you won't let me help you, then I will have no other choice but to call the police.
*click* and I see on the tv her leaving the building.
Now, when I saw this 'nightmare nurse' movie [actually good movie from lifetime] I wrote this story on the board and most everyone was with me that this woman was whacko and up to no good. One person completely missed the mark and started telling me that I should have let her in since travelling nurses do a great job! not saying they don't but when you don't order/require a nurse and one shows up at your door, you have to wonder. he then says that she was unable to tell me the patients name due to confidentiality. I came back with... ' this is different, i was not her patient. and she refused to even double check the address.'
Morons. My street smarts saved my life that day.
That's a good story (not for you at the time, of course!). If it occurred in the way in which you describe it, it was indeed different from a simple "traveling nurse" scenario. (By the way, there really are traveling nurses? I live in the U.S. and have never heard of them.) It could be made into an excellent novel or, more apropos of this board, a movie. Oh, and by the way--don't know how you meant your first sentence to be taken, but those of us who told stories "with ghosts" were telling the truth as well; at least, I know in my case I was. While I do tend to be skeptical, invoking Occam's razor (as Matsthywit tried to do with my story), when someone presents me with a supernatural claim, I am humble enough to admit, with Hamlet, that there are more things in heaven and on earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy, so I don't have a knee-jerk anti-paranormal reaction. Just trying to clarify that our stories are real too. Thanks for sharing!
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Post by deembastille on Feb 21, 2017 23:48:15 GMT
Yes there are. I am in the US and they are not as wide spread like how Urgent care is now for example, but yeah. Thanks for the novel or movie idea.
I know about others telling the truth about ghosts. I have had quite a few happen to me. The thread is titled the scariest thing that happened, and all of my ghost sightings/encounterings have been either benign or in fact, peaceful. I love being scared -- deliciously scared as Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables says it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 1:32:41 GMT
I don't mind watching a scary movie but I don't want anything scary to happen to me in real life. No, nope, nu uh.
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Post by deembastille on Feb 22, 2017 1:49:43 GMT
I don't mind watching a scary movie but I don't want anything scary to happen to me in real life. No, nope, nu uh. Yeah, I know... I once watched Ju-ON late at night and had accidentally left my apartment door unlocked. Well, someone on my floor thinks it is just.too.hot. in the hallway and opens the window. the wind blows my door open and I start screaming my head off! If that happened while I was watching Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Addams Family Values, I wouldn't have reacted that way at all. but NOOOO... I was watching the 'best' scary movie I found.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 2:03:08 GMT
I don't mind watching a scary movie but I don't want anything scary to happen to me in real life. No, nope, nu uh. Yeah, I know... I once watched Ju-ON late at night and had accidentally left my apartment door unlocked. Well, someone on my floor thinks it is just.two.hot. in the hallway and opens the window. the wind blows my door open and I start screaming my head off! If that happened while I was watching Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Addams Family Values, I wouldn't have reacted that way at all. but NOOOO... I was watching the 'best' scary movie I found. Hahahaha! , Sorry but better you than me!
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 22, 2017 3:44:24 GMT
Yes there are. I am in the US and they are not as wide spread like how Urgent care is now for example, but yeah. Thanks for the novel or movie idea. I know about others telling the truth about ghosts. I have had quite a few happen to me. The thread is titled the scariest thing that happened, and all of my ghost sightings/encounterings have been either benign or in fact, peaceful. I love being scared -- deliciously scared as Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables says it. No, I absolutely understand. It was just worded in a way that made me think you were saying that, unlike the "ghost stories," this was a "real story." Apologies that I misconstrued your intentions--that can happen all the time when we're only facing "uncommunicative screens"!
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Post by deembastille on Feb 22, 2017 4:26:14 GMT
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Post by juicebox07 on Feb 22, 2017 6:11:45 GMT
One of the scariest things for me was a few years ago when I had several hypnopompic hallucinations over the span of a week. A hypnopompic hallucination is something you see as you are awakening from sleep. It's not really there, but you are seeing it as if it were real. (It is different from sleep paralysis in that you are able to move and react to what you are seeing). Spiders are a common theme among these type of hallucinations for some reason, and that's exactly what I saw as well. The last one I had was particularly frightening because I woke up to this abnormally huge spider that was almost as big as my bedroom door that it was latched onto.
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