Odd things that have happened to you

I just had some guy come up to me at Super Wal-Mart the other day and start talking to me like he knew me. Thinking I'd met him one night at a bar, I talked with him for a minute trying to figure out who he was. He wasn't even cute and he had bad teeth. I wanted to vomit (because of his teeth, not his looks). Anyway, turns out his name was Ben, and he thought I was Chrissy. Nooooooooot quite.

That's not the only thing, but the most recent, so it's the only thing I can remember right off the top of my head. At least, the only thing I can remember that is appropriate for this forum 😉

I'll move it to ASWGL if we get some innapropriate ones 😉

I saw my 8th grade math teacher at work. She actually recognized me. Weird.

My 6th grade teacher was arrested for child pornography. That was kind of disturbing.

From my high school there are 2 professional athletes and 3 recognizable hollywood actors/comedians. I knew them all personally except for one, who's older than me. That's sort of surreal.

Yesterday I injured myself with a popsicle, causing me to bleed profusely from the mouth. I put the popsicle in my mouth, but it was so cold it froze to my inner lips. I panicked and yanked it out, riping the skin off my inner lips. My mouth bled and stung for like a half hour. I think I might be a dumbass.

I lied my way into a republican political rally, stole press credentials, sat on stage with three congressmen and shook hands with Vice President Dick Cheney on an airport runway surrounded by security, none of whome knew I was an imposter. Imagine if I had been a terrorist. (Absolutely true story)

Do weird dreams count? I've had plenty of those and would love to tell.

goKi wrote:I'll move it to ASWGL if we get some innapropriate ones 😉

Haha, still can't say :shakeno:

Drop me an IM with the stories then, 😊

Well, once I was visiting my great-uncle and aunt and I was sitting on a their couch. I had about three dollars in my pocket and I heard it kind of slip out. So I stand up and lift up the couch cushion and to my surprise, there was my three dollars and a Play Boy Magazine. I was like "Hey, theres a Play Boy here." and my uncle said, "That's where it went" and I also saw three dollars in change. I reached into my pocket and realized that my money didn't slip out after all. :shrug:

Then I ate some Alphagetti.

I have such a high tolerance for pain. When I was 16 I was petite and weighed 120 pounds. (That's what I weigh now but it's muscle, I'm 5'4'' right now) Anyway I got really big, which I've always been skinny, but I was huge. So one day I get this pain in my stomache but it just felt like a bad stomach ache is all. But that night I tried to lay down on my back and there was this unbelieveable extreme severe pain that shot up my right side, and I could not get my body to lay down all the way, it froze in mid-lay with all the pain, and I couldn't breath. We went to the ER and I fainted there and got probed all night long and got moved to the other hospital for surgery in an ambulance (I kept falling in and out of councsciousness, I think I was dying) and they had to do surgery the next day at 11AM so they could go in and FIGURE OUT what was wrong.

Turns out my right Ovary had ruptured and the weight was 20 gallons of blood in my stomache. I only went to the ER because I couldn't lay down! 😱

Alright, i've got another one. Today being Good Friday, the Good Friday appeal is for the Melbourne Royal Children's hospital.

Anyway, a few years ago, i was alone in the house, as my family was on holidays. At about 8am, I heard sirens, and a voice over a loudspeaker.

'This is an emergency, please exit your houses immediately'.

Dashing out of my house expecting to see a house on fire, i find a bunch of firefighters in uniform, with donation collection tins, and every other neighbour in their pyjamas. Definately a hilarious joke, i thought it was great, but some people did not, so unfortunately, they no longer do it.

Monica wrote:I have such a high tolerance for pain. When I was 16 I was petite and weighed 120 pounds. (That's what I weigh now but it's muscle, I'm 5'4'' right now) Anyway I got really big, which I've always been skinny, but I was huge. So one day I get this pain in my stomache but it just felt like a bad stomach ache is all. But that night I tried to lay down on my back and there was this unbelieveable extreme severe pain that shot up my right side, and I could not get my body to lay down all the way, it froze in mid-lay with all the pain, and I couldn't breath. We went to the ER and I fainted there and got probed all night long and got moved to the other hospital for surgery in an ambulance (I kept falling in and out of councsciousness, I think I was dying) and they had to do surgery the next day at 11AM so they could go in and FIGURE OUT what was wrong.

Turns out my right Ovary had ruptured and the weight was 20 gallons of blood in my stomache. I only went to the ER because I couldn't lay down! 😱

Oh my god dude, I might have endometriosis and that scares the crap out of me :O I had something liek that happen a few years ago but I didn't go to the hospital, I just waited for it to pass. Might have been a cyst, now that I think about it. Lol, women's health.

Lilith wrote:Lol, women's health.

Agreed. I have stories I could share, but no one wants to hear THOSE, ahaha.

I am still out of it from the hospital visit but if I heard right then I am even more fucked up on the inside than I thought.

My heart and spinal cord are not that far apart. There is right around or less than 4cm of space between the two. That and I have a nice empty space from my breast bone and to the ventrical chamber in my heart. I know the second part is true because it's filling up with fluid and screwing with my heart. A normal person shouldn't have these problems.

biggiy05 wrote:I am still out of it from the hospital visit but if I heard right then I am even more fucked up on the inside than I thought.

My heart and spinal cord are not that far apart. There is right around or less than 4cm of space between the two. That and I have a nice empty space from my breast bone and to the ventrical chamber in my heart. I know the second part is true because it's filling up with fluid and screwing with my heart. A normal person shouldn't have these problems.

I'm not super religious, I dont go to church etc.
But I do pray
Most of my prayers are answered.
Anyway, i will say a prayer for you

Before this happened to me, I didnt believe in ghosts, or spirits, I mean, not so much that I didnt believe, but I never thought about it.

My family and I moved into a house.
Not long after we moved in, I began to have bad feelings in certain places in the house.

I began to see things out of the corner of my eyes, like I would think I would see something move with my peripheral vision, then when I would look in that direction, I would see nothing out of the ordinary.

We all began to have this terrible feeling of dispair, mostly when walking down the stairs to the living room.

My wife told me she felt a hand on her shoulder one night, but when she turned around there was nothing there.

One morning as I was waking up in bed, alone, I felt the bed depress next to me as if my wife had laid down next to me.
When I looked over, there was nobody there.
I had this feeling I cant describe other than chills down my neck and spine.

These things continued for several months.

One day the landlord gave us notice that she was raising our rent to $1200.00 per month
We decided to move out, and find another place.

On several occasions, i would tell my wife that I thought someone died in the house.
Anyway, before we left, i was talking to my wife , and I told her again that I wondered if anyone had died in the house, and that I was going to ask the landlord about it.

The next day the landlord came to the house, we were talking to her, so I asked her if anyone died in the house.

She was very surprised at my question, at first she was studdering and then she told us that the previous tenant killed himself, and that his body remained in the house, at the bottom of the stairway, for a week before he was found.

OMG I couldnt believe what she was saying

She told us his name was Craig.

We remained in the house for another month
And I started talking out loud to him.
I told him that I knew he was here, and that I was sorry that he was so sad, I mean I could feel his sadness.
It was such a bad feeling of misery, and hoplessness.

Anyway, immediatly after I acknowleged his presence, the strange things that were happening, stopped.

I often wonder about it.
I keep telling myself to go back to the house, and ask the people who live there if anything strange happens to them.

Maybe I will do it now that I posted this.

If I do, I will post the results of my visit.

I never believed in this stuff before, never really gave it a second thought.

But let me tell you, I believe now with all my heart, that spirits, and ghosts really do exist.
I know its true , in my soul.

Granite, that is quite an awesome experience. Similar to the one I had in mind for this thread...

Last summer, my older cousin, Missy, was living in an old apartment, which used to be one entire house during the late 1800's. Anyways, Her three-year-old daughter, Madison, was talking to an imaginary friend... two imaginary friends, actually. She described them to her mom as "Kelly is tall and wears a pink dress, Melly is short and wears a blue dress. Melly never talks." She also mentioned other things about them such as "They babysit me when you're asleep." or "I think we should buy them coats, they're always cold." and "They told me not to tell you about them. They don't like mommies." Missy never really paid attention to this, she just shrugged it off as her little girl's imagination. Wrong.

One night, after warning Missy about their dislike for mommies, Missy woke up to her daughter screaming from her room. She immidiately ran to her, and saw her rolling around her bed, scratching the skin off her back yelling "Get the girl's off me!! Get the bad girls off me!!!" Without hesitation she grabbed her, held onto her on the living room couch, and comforted her back to conciousness while asking what was going on. Madison was in a daze and kept staring towards the corner of the room. After several times of asking "What happened? Who's hurting you?" Madison pointed twords the corner and said "They don't want any mommies here." Missy and Madison slept at a friend's house that night, and didn't return for over a week.

The day after that incident, Missy called my sister, Jen (who also had a three-year-old at the time), and told her everything. Afterwards, Jen called me to tell me (me and Jen woud watch Ghost Hunters every Wednesday, so we loved this sorta thing). While I was hearing the story, Missy was calling another friend of her's, who also had a three-year-old. She was shocked to hear all this, because her daughter saw the exact same thing. One night, Jen's daughter, Missy's daughter, and her friend's daughter were at that apartment being babysat. The next morning, she told her mommy about a girl in pink and a little girl in blue that never talked. She also metioned "They look like Sally Stitch" (from Nightmare Before Christmas). After Missy heard all of that, she told Jen, then Jen told me. While Jen was keeping me updated, Missy was on her way to the library to look up history on the house.

She found information a family that lived there. There was a father, no mother, and two daughters. Their names were Ann Kelly and Mel. Mel died when she was only four months old, while Ann Kelly died not too long afterwards. This was in 1887, by the way.

Shortly afterwards, Missy made it official that she was moving out. About a week after those incidents, she told her landlord about what was going on. She had no idea about the house being haunted, even though she mentioned that the last family that lived there ran out in the middle of the night and never came back. Anyways, later on she came back to gather belongings, but she didn't want to go alone. She invited a group of friends to help, but they haven't arrived yet, so Missy decided to start early. She took one step on the porch, and the mailbox flew off the wall and to her feet. She then went back to her car to wait. Eventually they all arrived and went down to business. Before they stepped in the house, Missy wraned them "I haven't been here in a week, and the air conditioners were never turned on, so it's gonna be hot as hell in here." (it was about 107 degrees out that day). Turns out, the air was ice cold in there. No matter, they still got to work.
One girl was cleaning out a cabinet in the kitchen. She turned her back for one second, and it slammed shut. Another girl was going to start cleaning out a closet (which used to be a stairwell when it was a whole house). As soon as she opened the door, a cold breeze rushed right through her. Another was cleaning out Madison's room, putting toys in boxes. She was handling a couple dolls, the ones that close their eyes when you lay them down (I hate those damn things). She placed them face-down so she wouldn't scare herself, and went out for a smoke break. When she got back, the dolls were turned face-up, with their eyes open.
So, they managed to get a lot done, and were about to take off. Then one girl exclaimed "Shit, I left my purse in there." Another friend decided to go with herso she wouldn't have to go alone. As soon as they opened the door, they screamed, as "Something ran across the living room".

Then I come in. About a week after that, me and Jen and one of Jen's friends (she's a skeptic) decided to check it out one night. This was actually the night before someone else was about to move in the next morning, so this was the only night we could do it (we were planning on it ever since we heard the stories). I brought a few dowsing rods (google that if you want to) and a walkie talkie to try and experiment with some EVP. Jen also had her camera phone. Anyways, the dowsing rods worked well, the walkie talkies picked up a lot of unexplained interference, but the camera phone... captured this:

Sweet dreams. :sb:

My mom got a creepy feeling on a certain step of her house when she was a kid. One day she talked to her sister about it and her sister went to the exact same step and said she got the same feeling.

Turns out, the house had burned down and been rebuilt. The original owner died.. on the stairs.

Kinda spooky, even though it happened before I was born.

Dracula what is that picture showing? I can't make it out but it looks like some weird face.

I can't remember all of the details so I will ask her later and get the whole story. Anyways when she was a little kid and living in one of the houses she remembers seeing this guy in different areas of the house. She would be brushing her teeth or be in front of the mirror and she would open it to get something then shut it and she would see this figure in the mirror then she turned around and nothing was there. My uncle saw the same thing and would be walking through the house and hear something or see something out of the corner of his eye.

After a while they both thought they were going nuts but ended up moving not too long after.

biggiy05 wrote:Dracula what is that picture showing? I can't make it out but it looks like some weird face.

That's pretty much "the face," as we think it is, roughly highlighted for an idea. It's not exactly what we expected, since we were looking for... two little girls. :shrug:

I looked at this pic with microsoft paint, I tried rotating, zooming in and out etc..

if you invert the colors, then increase the size to 200%, you can see a small face that looks kinda like Bert from Sesame Street.

thats all I could find

the inkblot test strikes again

OMG look guys! You can clearly see the shape of a giant cock with hairy balls! It's the COCK GHOST! :scared:

When I was a teenager, My 3 cousins and I were sitting in our living room smoking pot(no supervision), and talking about things like the meaning of life, etc.
The subject of religion came up, and we were discussing the matter(stoned), I had a sudden urge to ask this question, so I yelled out; "IF THERE IS A GOD, THEN GIVE US A SIGN NOW.
At that exact moment a big gust of wind blew open the front door,and a bunch of leaves, sand, dust, etc. was blown into the house, through the hall(approx 10 ft) into the room we were sitting in.
It was not a windy day.

I will never forget the looks on my cousins faces!!
Totally fr33ked out(
stoned

We were on the mexican border, and my parents were getting things for us to pass. It was just my brother and I in the truck. All of a sudden, he tells me to stop screaming. I reply that I'm not, and he keeps telling me to stop. Then, he says that he can't move. I thought he was faking it, so I tickled him (he's super ticklish) and he didn't flinch at all.

Also, I took a tour at the Winchester Mystery House. We reached the bathroom with everything having to do something with the number 13. The shower in the corner was open, so I decided to step in. I started hearing screams, so I asked my cousin to get in there. She didn't hear anything, so we just stepped out and shut up.

Other than that, not much else is exciting about me 😞

Hmm, I dont get it.

I really think this should be a sticky..... But

I toltally believe in supernatural.

My parents friends used to have an old house that had a spirit. There was on particular incident that they would never forget.

One night when getting ready to lay down and go to sleep, the wife felt a strange presence in the room. No sooner had she sat down did the apparition sit down next to her and appear. Naturally, she was frieghtened, but the ghost told her "not to be afraid".
From what I was told, true story, they had a conversation that went on for about a good have an hour, talking about kids and such, she had a son, 4 at the time. After the discussion the ghost wished her "good night", got up walked to the door, turned off the light and disappeared.

They never saw it again.

So, I work at a home for senior citizens who have alzheimers, among other debilitating conditions. Some of you probably already know this. Anyway, it's a sad line of work in a way, but you have to have a sense of humor about it or you'll burn out fast. That being said, the circumstances are ripe for hillarity.

So, there's this lady there who's in her early seventies, physically normal, but mentally altered. Not in a crazy weird way, but you can tell after about a sentence or two that she's not all there, if you know what I mean.

Yesterday, I'm working, minding my own business in the kitchen, when she walks in from the living room and starts my coworker Linda if she's ready to eat her.

Wait a sec, I'm not sure I heard that right, I think. The woman must be a mind reader, because she begins to ask everyone else in the room the same question. "Chris, are you gonna eat me?"

Keep in mind that the only guy named Chris in the entire building is the crazy blind guy who's not even in this half of the house.

Got totally drunk one night at a sports bar, while stumbling home, I took a shortcut through a cemetary.
About half way through I saw this headstone with my last name on it.
Actually there was a whole family buried there with my last name.
Big deal right? Right, I was drunk so i shruged it off, and kept on going.

Another time when i was drunk, I tried to climb an 8ft chain link fence, caught the bottom of my pants on the top of the fence, so I was hanging there upsidedown, and too drunk to do anything except yell for help. Thankfully someone heard my screams, and helped me down.

{DSG}DarkRaven wrote:So, I work at a home for senior citizens who have alzheimers, among other debilitating conditions.

oh wow, I would not have the sanity for this. gg. <3

also ghosts are terrifying and I hope I never see one because if I do I'll FREAK OUT FOREVER

Every once in a while I'll be thinking of a song, and it comes on my shuffled playlist. It freaks me out.