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One time I ordered a pizza from a pizzeria whose pizza I had never tried before. I was in a giant rush, so I paid for the pizza and ran out to my car and drove home as fast as I could--I made every light--I was feeling on top of the world. When I arrived in my kitchen, I triumphantly opened the lid of the box... and my wild grin instantaneously melted into a horrible expression of shock: the pizza's cheese had somehow slid into a pile of chaotic cheese lumps at the center of the pizza. I used a variety of utensils in my attempt to reposition the cheese; I tried putting the entire pie with "fixed" cheese in the oven to cook it back into place, but my worst fears had been realized--the pizza was ruined. Now every time I am about to open a pizza box, a shiver runs down my spine as a reminder of that fateful day... 
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Ok--I had my fun, now I shall tell one that is weirder/more unexplainable:
When I was five years old, I had two Green Anoles (American Chameleons) named Kenny and Brad. They lived in a large terrarium in my room filled with plants and all kinds of fun terrain appropriate for lizards. My two best buddies would eat crickets, change colors, and sunbathe everyday--and it was awesome.
Eventually it turned out that my friend Kenny was actually a Kendra--and Kendra was pregnant! After several consults with the pet store, Kendra gave successfully gave birth to two baby lizards. Unfortunately, Kendra died shortly after giving birth. Even worse--Brad had basically swallowed one of the baby lizards whole. In the chaos, we were able to save the second baby lizard (who went on to have a lovely lizard life in a separate lizard tank).
As Kenny/Kendra was my first pet ever, I insisted upon having a very formal funeral in our backyard. We made a small casket out of an old jewelry box--and neighborhood kids looked on as we buried the box a few feet down and marked its location with a rock on which I had drawn a lizard with Sharpie marker.
That night the dreams started (side note: I've always had extremely strange/vivid dreams--often in a lucid state). In these dreams, I would enter my room to see Brad chasing both of Kendra's babies around the terrarium--he would nip at their tails and toy with them--he wore a vile lizard grin--and his eyes were bright red--the babies looked as horrified as little lizards can look. As much as I wanted to help the baby lizards, I was frozen with fear and was for whatever reason, unable to reach my hands into the tank. The dream was slightly different each time, but at some point I would hear a faint scuffling up the stairs and into the room would burst Kendra--covered in dirt. She would scurry up into the tank and descend upon the evil baby-lizard-hunting Brad just in time to save her babies.
When I looked at Brad in the morning, he looked horrible. He was sprawled out on a leaf in the strangest position--with his legs awkwardly jutting this way and that. He eventually righted himself, but he seemed very lethargic and showed no interest in the crickets I tried to feed him. There were strange dirt marks on the side of the terrarium, and on the screen top. The dreams continued, and after two or three days of finding Brad in this strange state--the crickets were still jumping around freely, and Brad was dead.
I decided it was best to bury him with Kendra, so as weird as it might sound--we removed the lizard stone, dug up the lizard grave, and removed the jewelry box... I remember being very nervous as I opened the box with shaking fingers, but what I found was even more frightening: Kendra was gone! All that was left were the carefully folded tissues I had placed inside. The dirt where the box was buried was completely undisturbed. The box was completely intact. My friends and I searched the hole and surrounding area carefully, but there were no signs of my fallen friend...
My five-year old brain decided that Kendra had come back to life, entered our house, and exacted revenge upon Brad. My parents came up with a lot of fancy ways of explaining what had happened--and why I was wrong--and why I should probably switch to a hamster or something, but my dreams and active imagination always made me believe there was something stranger at play. I do not necessarily believe in zombie-lizards, but I'll always believe there was something weird at play here. I don't tell this story to people because I'm not really sure that there is a "point" to it--and I'm afraid they'll think I have strange unresolved childhood lizard issues--but it was the first thing that came to mind. :-D
When I was five years old, I had two Green Anoles (American Chameleons) named Kenny and Brad. They lived in a large terrarium in my room filled with plants and all kinds of fun terrain appropriate for lizards. My two best buddies would eat crickets, change colors, and sunbathe everyday--and it was awesome.
Eventually it turned out that my friend Kenny was actually a Kendra--and Kendra was pregnant! After several consults with the pet store, Kendra gave successfully gave birth to two baby lizards. Unfortunately, Kendra died shortly after giving birth. Even worse--Brad had basically swallowed one of the baby lizards whole. In the chaos, we were able to save the second baby lizard (who went on to have a lovely lizard life in a separate lizard tank).
As Kenny/Kendra was my first pet ever, I insisted upon having a very formal funeral in our backyard. We made a small casket out of an old jewelry box--and neighborhood kids looked on as we buried the box a few feet down and marked its location with a rock on which I had drawn a lizard with Sharpie marker.
That night the dreams started (side note: I've always had extremely strange/vivid dreams--often in a lucid state). In these dreams, I would enter my room to see Brad chasing both of Kendra's babies around the terrarium--he would nip at their tails and toy with them--he wore a vile lizard grin--and his eyes were bright red--the babies looked as horrified as little lizards can look. As much as I wanted to help the baby lizards, I was frozen with fear and was for whatever reason, unable to reach my hands into the tank. The dream was slightly different each time, but at some point I would hear a faint scuffling up the stairs and into the room would burst Kendra--covered in dirt. She would scurry up into the tank and descend upon the evil baby-lizard-hunting Brad just in time to save her babies.
When I looked at Brad in the morning, he looked horrible. He was sprawled out on a leaf in the strangest position--with his legs awkwardly jutting this way and that. He eventually righted himself, but he seemed very lethargic and showed no interest in the crickets I tried to feed him. There were strange dirt marks on the side of the terrarium, and on the screen top. The dreams continued, and after two or three days of finding Brad in this strange state--the crickets were still jumping around freely, and Brad was dead.
I decided it was best to bury him with Kendra, so as weird as it might sound--we removed the lizard stone, dug up the lizard grave, and removed the jewelry box... I remember being very nervous as I opened the box with shaking fingers, but what I found was even more frightening: Kendra was gone! All that was left were the carefully folded tissues I had placed inside. The dirt where the box was buried was completely undisturbed. The box was completely intact. My friends and I searched the hole and surrounding area carefully, but there were no signs of my fallen friend...
My five-year old brain decided that Kendra had come back to life, entered our house, and exacted revenge upon Brad. My parents came up with a lot of fancy ways of explaining what had happened--and why I was wrong--and why I should probably switch to a hamster or something, but my dreams and active imagination always made me believe there was something stranger at play. I do not necessarily believe in zombie-lizards, but I'll always believe there was something weird at play here. I don't tell this story to people because I'm not really sure that there is a "point" to it--and I'm afraid they'll think I have strange unresolved childhood lizard issues--but it was the first thing that came to mind. :-D
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It was New Year's eve. I left my door open because I took my dog for a midnight walk. I was sleeping next to my boyfriend, it was about 5 am, and suddenly we heard our front door open. Right before this a car alarm was going off and all of the lights in our neighborhood turned off for no reason! We were freaking out. I shut our bedroom door, jumped out the bathroom window in the freezing cold winter in my pjs, and found someone in a car to call the police. The police came and a guy was passed out on my couch with the couch slip cover over him. :lol: Turns out, though, he had some stolen credit cards. He was just totally drunk and walked into our home. Note to self: always lock the door. Get a gun.
yeah, that's smart, adding a gun to situations like this.Amaya_Papaya said:
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Here's one story that always gave me the willies (doesn't involve me directly, but none the less it always creeped me out).
On March 6th, 1976, professional photographer set up an infrared camera on the second floor landing of the Amityville house. It snapped random photos throughout the night. One photo showed what appeared to be the eerie figure of a young boy with glowing eyes.
On March 6th, 1976, professional photographer set up an infrared camera on the second floor landing of the Amityville house. It snapped random photos throughout the night. One photo showed what appeared to be the eerie figure of a young boy with glowing eyes.
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If you were there in the pitch black darkness not knowing who the heck just walked into your living room, I would hope that you could protect yourself if someone was threatening the life of you and/or your family.
I was on a ferry travelling to Calais in France. Having made the journey a few times, I was on the deck when I said that we seemed to be travelling a bit fast.
About 5mins later, we were downstairs in one of the facilities there waiting for the message to go to our cars to disembark. At that point, the ferry slammed into the dock, sending me flying across the room. About 10 minutes after this, the captain came over the tanoy to say "Ladies and gentlemen, we've crashed."
I spent that night in a French hospital, not understanding a single word that was said.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MS_Calais_Seaways
About 5mins later, we were downstairs in one of the facilities there waiting for the message to go to our cars to disembark. At that point, the ferry slammed into the dock, sending me flying across the room. About 10 minutes after this, the captain came over the tanoy to say "Ladies and gentlemen, we've crashed."
I spent that night in a French hospital, not understanding a single word that was said.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MS_Calais_Seaways
IDK if I'd consider this a near death experience but it surely could have been?
My first husband and I were on our way to my mother's house so they could meet for the first time. It was only a 20min drive across town and not a big deal. He drove and we weren't even hitting traffic. We come up to a red light, keep in mind it was red before we approached it so there was no mistaking a green turned red or anything like that.
Pull up and stop at the light. Sit maybe fifteen seconds.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH, loud crunching, we moved forward three feet with the brakes on, and suddenly there's glass in our hair.
For a second we were both completely confused (literally no cars around us at this point that we had seen) and I look in the rearview mirror and see a semi's grill instead of the back windshield.
Me "Honey, I think we got hit by a semi"
Him "No way" nervous laugh
He looks
"OH SHIT WE JUST GOT HIT BY A SEMI!"
We got out and behind the semi was a twelve foot long solid black skid mark, we left a two foot solid black skidmark from our car. We waited two hours for the police to show up (two cops stopped for two seconds to call it in then drive off, only one random ambulance stopped to check us out because they had to by law). Finally we all just gave up and drove, yes WE DROVE AWAY!
Turns out the guy was on his very first run and somehow he had already accrued enough points against his license that our accident would have revoked his CDL. We were sore for a week or so from basically full body whiplash but no horrible damage was done and the guy paid for all of the repairs.
Still not sure how we drove away...
My first husband and I were on our way to my mother's house so they could meet for the first time. It was only a 20min drive across town and not a big deal. He drove and we weren't even hitting traffic. We come up to a red light, keep in mind it was red before we approached it so there was no mistaking a green turned red or anything like that.
Pull up and stop at the light. Sit maybe fifteen seconds.
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH, loud crunching, we moved forward three feet with the brakes on, and suddenly there's glass in our hair.
For a second we were both completely confused (literally no cars around us at this point that we had seen) and I look in the rearview mirror and see a semi's grill instead of the back windshield.
Me "Honey, I think we got hit by a semi"
Him "No way" nervous laugh
He looks
"OH SHIT WE JUST GOT HIT BY A SEMI!"
We got out and behind the semi was a twelve foot long solid black skid mark, we left a two foot solid black skidmark from our car. We waited two hours for the police to show up (two cops stopped for two seconds to call it in then drive off, only one random ambulance stopped to check us out because they had to by law). Finally we all just gave up and drove, yes WE DROVE AWAY!
Turns out the guy was on his very first run and somehow he had already accrued enough points against his license that our accident would have revoked his CDL. We were sore for a week or so from basically full body whiplash but no horrible damage was done and the guy paid for all of the repairs.
Still not sure how we drove away...
@Kruk: Yeah man. You're totes zombie-lizard-problem boy from now on! lol.
I guess since I started this thread I should put in a story or two. I consider myself to be a pretty empirical person, and I especially don't *think* I believe in the after-life or the paranormal for that matter...however there have been a few things that have happened in my life that definitely kind of makes me raise an eyebrow. I do always end up rationalizing weird events though...and I think it's just to talk myself out of believing that ghosts/scary weird non tangible things are real.
So one event I can remember is when I was 7. I had fallen asleep on my mom's bed that night and had some pretty crazy dreams. I remember at one part of the dream I had sat up and was just sitting next to my mom while she was sleeping and looking at her. The next thing I know, I had waken up and it was daylight out. My mom was on the phone with her friend talking about something frantically so I crawled out from under the covers to go see what was up. She was holding her arm out and there was a HUGE bruise on it. It was about the size of a baseball and it had teeth marks. Or at least it looked like teeth marks. Either way it was FREAKY. While on the phone I overheard her say she had a dream that a strange person had come to visit her while she was laying on the bed and had bit her right on the arm. After she said that I left the house for a while to figure my shit out. That really scared me. To this day neither of us like to talk about it...whenever it does come up I pretend she hit her arm on something and then we move on. But I really can't help but wonder...
I guess since I started this thread I should put in a story or two. I consider myself to be a pretty empirical person, and I especially don't *think* I believe in the after-life or the paranormal for that matter...however there have been a few things that have happened in my life that definitely kind of makes me raise an eyebrow. I do always end up rationalizing weird events though...and I think it's just to talk myself out of believing that ghosts/scary weird non tangible things are real.
So one event I can remember is when I was 7. I had fallen asleep on my mom's bed that night and had some pretty crazy dreams. I remember at one part of the dream I had sat up and was just sitting next to my mom while she was sleeping and looking at her. The next thing I know, I had waken up and it was daylight out. My mom was on the phone with her friend talking about something frantically so I crawled out from under the covers to go see what was up. She was holding her arm out and there was a HUGE bruise on it. It was about the size of a baseball and it had teeth marks. Or at least it looked like teeth marks. Either way it was FREAKY. While on the phone I overheard her say she had a dream that a strange person had come to visit her while she was laying on the bed and had bit her right on the arm. After she said that I left the house for a while to figure my shit out. That really scared me. To this day neither of us like to talk about it...whenever it does come up I pretend she hit her arm on something and then we move on. But I really can't help but wonder...
Was it possible you bit her in your sleepwalk like state? That would have been my first thought.iKarli said:
Another story that I can confirm was where I was in a car accident. I ran over an elderly lady in my car. Twice. The same lady.
Was coming home from a night class whilst studying for my accountancy qualifications, and an elderly lady stepped out in the road with her dog. The road was wet, and I already had hardly any breaking distance. I hit her.
In my panic, and still being young, I got out of my car, whilst on the phone to call an ambulance. I noticed my front nearside wheel was on her leg.
I got back in the car to move it off her. In my panic getting out of the car in the first instance, I'd left my car in 3rd gear. Needless to say, when I turned the engine back on, I stalled the car over her again.
After being checked over, she actually got up and walked home, luckily. The dog was fine, although oddly hated me.
Was coming home from a night class whilst studying for my accountancy qualifications, and an elderly lady stepped out in the road with her dog. The road was wet, and I already had hardly any breaking distance. I hit her.
In my panic, and still being young, I got out of my car, whilst on the phone to call an ambulance. I noticed my front nearside wheel was on her leg.
I got back in the car to move it off her. In my panic getting out of the car in the first instance, I'd left my car in 3rd gear. Needless to say, when I turned the engine back on, I stalled the car over her again.
After being checked over, she actually got up and walked home, luckily. The dog was fine, although oddly hated me.
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i dont know if any of you have ever fucked around with a ouija board before. but when i was in 7th grade i did it once or twice and it never worked so i just tossed it in the back of my closet and forgot about it after like a million years.
fast forward to my 19th bday. played again but for real this time.. lights off candles lit..clear heads. the whole nine. there were 4 people on the board and 2 girls asking questions from the corner. it worked, things were answered.. all of them correctly. people found out things that their parents had been keeping from them. for example, one girl found out her mom had a miscarriage and called her dad to confirm and he flipped out on her asking how she found that out and why she was asking him that.
anyway, basically for the next two weeks we played that bitch every night. we all loved it so much and couldnt wait to get out of class or whatever to play. it was really weird.. it was like we were addicted. so one night we decided to look up some stuff about the ouija and how it worked. its not controlled by spirits and ghosties like a lot of people think. you actually are physically moving the cursor. the other part of it..is the "trick" aspect of it. thats where things get hazy and you get into the whole debate of whether or not the answers being spelled out are from your mind or someone elses, alive or dead.
moving on.. 2 months later. a friend from the first ouija group and i decided to get it out and we start playing. this was one of the first times i had ever played with one other person and we were playing in her super big and scary ass house idk it was just a mood setter. anyway, we get going and long story short...got treated. the board tells us that we belong to it and shit. and that "nothing is the same" and "you will ask for permission to end our time together." that freaked me the fuck out and i told her i didnt want to play that night.
a lot of people dont believe me when i tell that story and its not as scary to some as it is to others but its real as hell and its really fucked up. for months after that night we both experienced TONS of "bad luck", if thats what you wanna call it. we both lost our full time jobs. we both failed out of school. we both experienced really bad depression, she even had to be hospitalized for hers. we both had huge falling outs with family. we both ended the year with a dui. and thats just a few things off the list.. and we werent the only ones experiencing the negative shit either. everyone who was consistently showing up to play was experiencing bad stuff in their lives.
im sure someone who is a skeptic has a perfectly good explanation for all of that happening immediately following a game telling me i am its slave lol :evil: ... but i dont think anyone can convince me that my life wasnt being fucked with by someone other than myself.
after all of that i made it a point to do things to protect myself spiritually and emotionally. i light protection candles every night while im turning down for bed and i sage my house and the perimeter of our property once a month.
DA OUIJA BOARD AINT NOTHIN TO FUCK WITH. because whether you believe it or not..everyone has the ability to go above and beyond what you see with your eyeballs everyday. and i honestly believe that we caused some kind of shift in energy from playing that shit so much. BAD JU JU.
fast forward to my 19th bday. played again but for real this time.. lights off candles lit..clear heads. the whole nine. there were 4 people on the board and 2 girls asking questions from the corner. it worked, things were answered.. all of them correctly. people found out things that their parents had been keeping from them. for example, one girl found out her mom had a miscarriage and called her dad to confirm and he flipped out on her asking how she found that out and why she was asking him that.
anyway, basically for the next two weeks we played that bitch every night. we all loved it so much and couldnt wait to get out of class or whatever to play. it was really weird.. it was like we were addicted. so one night we decided to look up some stuff about the ouija and how it worked. its not controlled by spirits and ghosties like a lot of people think. you actually are physically moving the cursor. the other part of it..is the "trick" aspect of it. thats where things get hazy and you get into the whole debate of whether or not the answers being spelled out are from your mind or someone elses, alive or dead.
moving on.. 2 months later. a friend from the first ouija group and i decided to get it out and we start playing. this was one of the first times i had ever played with one other person and we were playing in her super big and scary ass house idk it was just a mood setter. anyway, we get going and long story short...got treated. the board tells us that we belong to it and shit. and that "nothing is the same" and "you will ask for permission to end our time together." that freaked me the fuck out and i told her i didnt want to play that night.
a lot of people dont believe me when i tell that story and its not as scary to some as it is to others but its real as hell and its really fucked up. for months after that night we both experienced TONS of "bad luck", if thats what you wanna call it. we both lost our full time jobs. we both failed out of school. we both experienced really bad depression, she even had to be hospitalized for hers. we both had huge falling outs with family. we both ended the year with a dui. and thats just a few things off the list.. and we werent the only ones experiencing the negative shit either. everyone who was consistently showing up to play was experiencing bad stuff in their lives.
im sure someone who is a skeptic has a perfectly good explanation for all of that happening immediately following a game telling me i am its slave lol :evil: ... but i dont think anyone can convince me that my life wasnt being fucked with by someone other than myself.
after all of that i made it a point to do things to protect myself spiritually and emotionally. i light protection candles every night while im turning down for bed and i sage my house and the perimeter of our property once a month.
DA OUIJA BOARD AINT NOTHIN TO FUCK WITH. because whether you believe it or not..everyone has the ability to go above and beyond what you see with your eyeballs everyday. and i honestly believe that we caused some kind of shift in energy from playing that shit so much. BAD JU JU.
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I totally believe you. I've dabbled very much into tarot, Ouija, etc, since I was 16. Personally I had a lot of ghostly experiences that frightened me as a young child into early adulthood causing me a lot of sleep issues. I think some people are more inclined to experience the spiritual world and I'd have to say as crazy as it sounds, I am one of those people. Maybe it makes me loony, but I've had experiences with the Ouija feeling as though a spiritual being is literally moving my hands. I've stopped doing the board, though--too freaky. With it, though, I have experienced strong sensations all over my body and my sister, whom is also inclined toward these experiences. I also astral project from time-to-time and lucid dream. I sometimes have dreams that tap into something I could have never known otherwise (i.e., I had a dream my half sister's father passed, whom I never met, and I saw an image of him in a coffin. He passed around the time I had that dream). The thing is, we don't know why these things happen or why everyone experiences the world differently. I don't care if people think I'm crazy, but I am glad to experience these extraordinary things in my life...
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I might of...but MAN I don't know if my teeth could have matched up to these...I distinctly remember like 4 BIG looking teeth marks. I've never bitten anyone (that I know of) that hard before so I don't know how well 7 year old teeth translate onto a skin bruise but I really want to say just based off of how big and the positioning of the teeth looked, it definitely did not match up to my bite mark.
ray: Goodness I hope I am not the antichrist
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Last winter, I was sitting in my computer room, just clicking away on the interwebs, and a button popped off my sweater. Less popped, more flew partway across the room. It was a loose sweater, and I wasn't doing anything to pull it taught like reaching or stretching.
It's been concluded that it was probably my husband messing with me. He was a fun, goofy dude, and was more proud of my boobs than I was.
It's been concluded that it was probably my husband messing with me. He was a fun, goofy dude, and was more proud of my boobs than I was.
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YES!!! I too can also attest to this. Fucking around with the Ouija board is baaaaaaaaad news. Or channeling spirits at all for that matter. It opens up doors that you DO NOT want to be opening!DaphneO said:
When I was 12, my friend (who just recently passed away) and I, spent a few days with a friend of hers during our summer vacation. This girl lived in a huge house, heated swimming pool, the newest video games; you know, the whole nine yards... Anyways, she also had a ouija board and was very much into occult practices. YES, the ouija board is very addictive, we played it every single day, throughout the day. It got to where my body was so drained, I could barely hold my head up during the middle of the day. On the last night that we spent there, we are all laying down, trying to go sleep, when out of no where, all of the sudden her bedroom window just bursts out like some scene from a scary movie. It broke from the inside out, so it wasn't like there was someone throwing something at the window from the outside making it brake. And no one in the room was even near the window when it broke. Definitely scared the shit out of all of us. There were a few other creepy things that happened to us that I believe where a result of fucking around with that damn board, but I'd rather not go into all of it, because quite frankly, just discussing this is bringing back that scary feeling of dark spirits creeping up on me. (If that makes any sense)
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