Panthera's story reminds me of something that happened to my neighbor's rabbit. I woke up and the police were there and I didn't see it, but someone hung the rabbit on my neighbor's basketball hoop after torturing it and made a smiley face on the backboard with the blood
Back in high school my friends and I went through a Ouija board phase...
let me be the first to say, I do not believe in anything supernatural, and have always been a VERY skeptical person...I feel that there is an explanation to everything...which makes the unexplained incident I'm about to share that much more odd...
We were breaking out the Ouija board one night at my friend's place, and we had a "spirit" we spoke to lots named Richard. Honestly, as I said, I don't believe in this sort of thing, and was (and still am) quite convinced one of my friends was moving the pointer and making it spell things. Regardless, even though I knew it was more than likely not real, the creepy factor was still high as we were teenagers in the dark with some candles and ****.
One of my friends asked something along the lines of "Can you prove that you are here?", and we sat there in silence for a bit...the pointer had stopped moving all together and I took this opportunity to point out to my friends that we were probably being crazy and this was all fake...I asked who was the one who would fess up to moving the pointer. Suddenly, a candlestick on the mantle started vibrating. Like I'm talking full on SHAKING...violently shaking even. Nothing else on the mantle moved, and nothing else in the room was shaking...just this candlestick. We were seriously frozen in fear, just sitting there screaming. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped.
As I said, I consider myself quite rational, and I've contemplated EVERY possible answer to what caused this, but honestly nothing makes sense. There are no train tracks or anything nearby that could have caused this shaking. I still to this day don't get it...
Like 4 years ago I was taking a nap on my room, it was about 7 pm or so. The thing is I felt like going to the bathroom so I woke up really quick, walked into the bathroom, which is near my parent's room and locked the door (I always do that, lol). I remember having finished and then going to wash my hands when suddenly I was lying on the floor all confused and my dad knocking on the door really loud!
Turns out I passed out for some reason and my father rushed to the bathroom as soon as he heard a thud, but since I had locked the door all he wstarted to knock and ask if I was ok. I recall sobbing or something while lying on the floor before fully regaining consciousness, the I got up and told my dad I had just fell, as I openned the door my dad told me it had passed like 20 seconds or something since he heard me fall and I was all confused. For me it was just like a blink.
It was definitely some scary **** and it was the only time something like that has happened to me.
Hmmm....
One time, I was like, 6 and had a habit of staying up VERY ****ING LATE. One night, I was watching Shrek on VCR and had just taken the tape out. I slept in my dad's bed that night and I always had this sleeping bag that I unsipped and used as a blanket. It was about 2 AM, and I looked under it and said "Huh?" I was standing at the edge of the bed at 2AM when it happened, so I know ' didn't fall asleep. It was literally like a time warp or whatever, because it went from 2 AM at night to 2 PM. I know that because it went from the VCR blue screen to showing " All My Children" on ABC.
Panthera's story reminds me of something that happened to my neighbor's rabbit. I woke up and the police were there and I didn't see it, but someone hung the rabbit on my neighbor's basketball hoop after torturing it and made a smiley face on the backboard with the blood
Omg
Panthera's story is soooo ****ing creepy. I'd be scarred for life.
Yours is stranger than mine. Although I have to say I felt like Desmond from Lost, when he was time-travelling only on his mind and his body passed out everywhere, lol.
The scariest would have to be when I was visiting my family in Southern Australia 2 years ago. It was just me and my dad visiting, (My uncle and aunt lived right near Port Lincoln), so one day they suggested we go swimming in Coffin Bay. They were barbecuing on the Beach and drinking beer, it was about 6 PM. I decided to go for a quick swim, since I hadn't gone yet while everyone else had.
I remember when my feet touched the water that I just felt something was off. I felt clammy and Idk I can't really describe it, it was like someone had just told me something tragic, but everything was fine. Anyway I went further until I could actually swim and stopped feeling the rocks under my feet. The sun was starting to set, and I remember hearing my dad yelling at me to come eat, and that it was getting dark.
I ignored him and swam a bit further out and decided to see how long I could hold my breath, (I was currently a swimmer at my HS back in OH, so I needed to practice holding my breath since I was horrid at it.) I remember I had to clothes my eyes when I was below the water because the salt burned. It wasn't more then 30 or so seconds that I was under water that I felt something rough brush my arm; I could have sworn it was a rock.
Immediately I freaked out and went above the surface, and looked all around, expecting my dad or uncle to be playing a trick on me. Saw nothing but the reflection of teh sun on the water. Now that I was freaked out I decided to go back to shore since I was hungry, and began swimming back. I hadn't gone a foot or two before I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A dorsal fin.
I freaked the **** out as soon as I saw it, instantly knowing what it was, but since I was ****ing obsessed with shark week, I knew not to panic. The thing wasn't more then 5 feet away from me, and it was just swimming in circles for the time being. I tried calling to my family, but of course the dumb asses didn't hear me. I started to swim slowly towards the shore, while I kept my eye on the fin.
As I got closer to the shore I began to swim faster as I thought I would have enough time. I quickly looked back to see the dorsal fin and make sure it was still there, but the fin was gone. That's when I felt something knock into my leg. I don't even remember what happened next, but I kicked with my right leg and swam like mother ****in Kunta Kinte and soon I felt the rocks under me. My dad obviously saw what happened and he pulled me to shore, just as what I now know was a White Pointer practically beached itself on the rocks trying to bite my ****ing limb off.
I wasn't hurt except for a slight scratch from its fin on my leg, but I easily could have been killed. The thing must have been 10-12 feet long. In fact just the past month my uncle told me about a man who was out scuba diving with his son, and all of a sudden disappeared. His son watched as the White Pointer carried his dad out to sea in its jaws, and never saw him again.
I guess I was lucky? Sorry I know most don't want to read this ****ing essay I just wrote, but I like detail I guess.
OMG YOU WIN. Scariest **** ever. HOW did you not go into cardiac arrest? I would have. Sharks/the ocean are my biggest fear and I got goosebumps just reading this. I can't even. Jesus christ.
Back in high school my friends and I went through a Ouija board phase...
let me be the first to say, I do not believe in anything supernatural, and have always been a VERY skeptical person...I feel that there is an explanation to everything...which makes the unexplained incident I'm about to share that much more odd...
We were breaking out the Ouija board one night at my friend's place, and we had a "spirit" we spoke to lots named Richard. Honestly, as I said, I don't believe in this sort of thing, and was (and still am) quite convinced one of my friends was moving the pointer and making it spell things. Regardless, even though I knew it was more than likely not real, the creepy factor was still high as we were teenagers in the dark with some candles and ****.
One of my friends asked something along the lines of "Can you prove that you are here?", and we sat there in silence for a bit...the pointer had stopped moving all together and I took this opportunity to point out to my friends that we were probably being crazy and this was all fake...I asked who was the one who would fess up to moving the pointer. Suddenly, a candlestick on the mantle started vibrating. Like I'm talking full on SHAKING...violently shaking even. Nothing else on the mantle moved, and nothing else in the room was shaking...just this candlestick. We were seriously frozen in fear, just sitting there screaming. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped.
As I said, I consider myself quite rational, and I've contemplated EVERY possible answer to what caused this, but honestly nothing makes sense. There are no train tracks or anything nearby that could have caused this shaking. I still to this day don't get it...
That's exactly why I don't **** with Ouija boards. No ma'am, I do not use.
Hm... 2 things initially come to mind. When I was around 4 or 5 this man broke into my house and put a knife to my grandpa's throat. My sister, her friends and I all ran to my parents room and everyone was crying. Somehow no one was harmed and the man just left. That's probably one of my earliest memories.
And when I was in Jr. High my dad picked me and my friend from a friend's house up in our pick up truck... I sat in the middle and the car didn't have proper placement for my legs and I ended up pressing on the gas while my dad was backing up and we crashed into a car. The whole neighborhood ended up on the street and this old man was yelling at me and I was crying hysterically.
hemmmm.... I saw a ghost with no eyes, mouth, nose just flat skin face in my kitchen back in 2002. I was freaking out & and I swear I saw it cause no one in my house except me, I never want to see it again.. ever..