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I once tried a brand of K2 synthetic weed (before it was outlawed in my state) which made me feel like I was going to have a heart attack, and I was so panicked I almost called 9/11.
What is your scariest true story? - Paranormal or not paranormal
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Saw a black dude once. He was buying groceries so I don't think he noticed me but man that was some scary shit. I won't be going back to that Wal-Mart any time soon.
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This was years ago, back when I was 15 or so I some how or another was home alone. I think I was getting homework done or something and the house was dead quiet so the sounds I heard were just more intensified.
In the hallway outside of my room I hear this soft tapping, kinda like the sound the claws of a small animal would make as it walked. I got out of my room and it continued and I could hear it well enough to recognize that it was moving its way down the hallway and into the bathroom. So I follow it in. The sound continues it's way in before it just stops.
I think to myself 'Well that was weird, maybe it was mice in the walls or something.' But then I hear a breathing, sniffing noise coming from the shower door like an actual animal was pressing its nose against it and sniffing it up. The noise lasted for a full two minutes before it stopped completely.
I recounted this to my mom years after and she said maybe it was our indoor dog, Daisy, who would be roughly the same size whatever was making the noise. But this was a full year before we got Daisy.
In the hallway outside of my room I hear this soft tapping, kinda like the sound the claws of a small animal would make as it walked. I got out of my room and it continued and I could hear it well enough to recognize that it was moving its way down the hallway and into the bathroom. So I follow it in. The sound continues it's way in before it just stops.
I think to myself 'Well that was weird, maybe it was mice in the walls or something.' But then I hear a breathing, sniffing noise coming from the shower door like an actual animal was pressing its nose against it and sniffing it up. The noise lasted for a full two minutes before it stopped completely.
I recounted this to my mom years after and she said maybe it was our indoor dog, Daisy, who would be roughly the same size whatever was making the noise. But this was a full year before we got Daisy.
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I lived next to some Moslems once and at night they were scratching around my window and they had the straw ready to put in my neck to extract blood for taking home to sprinkle on their food to make it halal. But I saw them in time and put foil round my neck so I could sleep ok.
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During an Urbex expedition into a derelict Workhouse on a particularly 'British' day (read: pouring the fuck down with rain and blowing a motherfucking gale) some friends and I were in the basement of the building when we heard the loudest, most horrifying series of crashes and booms. I can't describe the noise, it was just, loudness given a visceral form. Anyway we decided to book the fuck out via the basements external access only to find that the god damned roof had caved in not five minutes after we had been on the second floor. That put the shits up me a little, gotta be said. The basement was brick vaulted and that probably saved our lives, if we'd have been anywhere else in the entire building we'd have been killed.
I used to live in West Philadelphia... not a good neighborhood. One day my son was out playing basketball when he was attacked by a couple of local thugs and almost got stabbed. After that, I was so frightened for his safety that I sent him to live with his aunt and uncle in Bel-Air.
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Sure as shit I once seen a door handle turn by its self. Was in middle of the afternoon at a friends house having a chat leaning back against the kitchen counter about waist level like a kickstand and happen to just be looking towards the pantry. Right as my friend walked away to go get something, I just so happen see the door handle slowly turn to the right and slowly back to center (maby 180 degrees and back). If I had not been randomly looking in this direction, its something you would not even notice in the corner of your eye so it was way to subtle to be a planned prank. It had taken me by such surprise, chills immediately went down my spine because I knew exactly what I saw and that something "irregular" had just happened. The door handle was turned slow enough I had time to think "am I seriously seeing this right now?". I ran sprinted into the hallway and yelled at my friend to "get the fuck in here NOW". I had told him what I had just seen as he was in disbelief. Adrenaline was flowing at 100% at this point as i starred at the door again. I prepared myself to open the door expecting who knows what (possible burglar or gateway to hell). I grabbed the door handle and opened the door as fast as I could and course NOTHING. First and last time I have ever experienced something like that. Such a bizarre thing to happen, no explanation or assumption why. I think would be similar to seeing your coffee cup slide a few inches on your coffee table for no reason. Something so harmless yet its time to pack your shit, were moving.
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Could had been a RAT or any other typical larger rodent (not a mouse) if the home was a "crawl under". Otherwise it was probably just a demon or something similar.
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We do have a crawl under but at the time we had a large dog that would squeeze himself under there and hunt rats and cats. Plus the noises sounded like they were on the surface.
We also seem to have something in the house that likes to mimic our voices.
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I hate having emotions, especially ones that make me cry. I've been this way for as long as I can remember thanks to not only being bullied at school for it but also my dad either checking out emotionally or giving me verbal abuse whenever I started to cry as a kid (especially when he was the one who caused it, it seemed); I remember being a kid and wishing I could have my tear ducts surgically removed so that maybe then dad would love me.
If something stresses me out or upsets me enough that I start shedding tears, I try to will myself so hard to stop more from falling. And when that doesn't work I get embarrassed at myself for crying at all (especially if I was with other people), which just stresses me out further and I start to cry harder. I don't like that my crying attracts so much attention from others that may be with me; I want so badly to just disappear from existence when it happens. I feel repulsed when other people touch me or offer me comfort, sympathy, etc. because of my emotions, because I get the feeling that those people think I'm too emotionally weak to handle a situation and needed to be treated like I was made of glass and I absolutely hate it. I don't understand why I can't control these emotions like it seems like the rest of the world can.
If something stresses me out or upsets me enough that I start shedding tears, I try to will myself so hard to stop more from falling. And when that doesn't work I get embarrassed at myself for crying at all (especially if I was with other people), which just stresses me out further and I start to cry harder. I don't like that my crying attracts so much attention from others that may be with me; I want so badly to just disappear from existence when it happens. I feel repulsed when other people touch me or offer me comfort, sympathy, etc. because of my emotions, because I get the feeling that those people think I'm too emotionally weak to handle a situation and needed to be treated like I was made of glass and I absolutely hate it. I don't understand why I can't control these emotions like it seems like the rest of the world can.
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When I was little, I was swimming and unknowingly drowned a black widow spider. The fucker could've bit me.
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I've had a somewhat similar experience. One time I was turning on the garage lights, and didn't realize that I shoved my hand into a black widow's web. The spider was right on top of my hand.
Black widows are scary.
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I live a few blocks from a mosque.
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when i was a litle boy the preacher man put his weiner in my butthole!!!
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This was on October 18, 2007. I was in Pensacola installing a point of sale system in a bingo hall. The night before I had worked past midnight, so I slept in the next day and decided to get a late breakfast at Waffle House. It had been pouring rain and storming all morning, and when I was eating I heard a bunch of sirens and somebody came in yelling for us to take cover. I ran out, snapped a picture of the tornado with my old Motorola Razr, then ran back in and hid in the walk-in fridge with the Waffle House employees until it blew over.
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OK, this is a true story, very briefly, and without the usual scary narrative stylings.
I was twelve and in my second week of boarding school. We had individual 'rooms' but the 'door' adjoining the corridor was really only curtain. The three remaining sides to each room were fairly ordinary wall.
So I wake up around midnight to go for a piss. Walking back down the corridor I have a distinct sensation of being watched and followed. Hasten my steps and get into bed as quickly as I can. Twenty seconds later, just as I'm telling myself how silly I was, I hear a voice at ear level whispering something so guttural and croaky that I can scarcely make out a single word. It talks for ten seconds or so then stops and I pretend to be asleep but am so scared that my trembling makes it hard to keep my eyes closed. I want to turn on the light but am petrified with fear ... but just as I am almost getting the nerve to do it the voice grumbles another half-comprehensible sentence and frightens me back into pretending to be asleep again. This cycle of talking for a sentence or two followed by silence for five or ten minutes lasted until dawn about five hours later. And then it never happened again.
I've tried to explain it in multiple ways -- there's no chance of it being a prank. Really, putting the supernatural aside, it had to be a hallucination.
I was twelve and in my second week of boarding school. We had individual 'rooms' but the 'door' adjoining the corridor was really only curtain. The three remaining sides to each room were fairly ordinary wall.
So I wake up around midnight to go for a piss. Walking back down the corridor I have a distinct sensation of being watched and followed. Hasten my steps and get into bed as quickly as I can. Twenty seconds later, just as I'm telling myself how silly I was, I hear a voice at ear level whispering something so guttural and croaky that I can scarcely make out a single word. It talks for ten seconds or so then stops and I pretend to be asleep but am so scared that my trembling makes it hard to keep my eyes closed. I want to turn on the light but am petrified with fear ... but just as I am almost getting the nerve to do it the voice grumbles another half-comprehensible sentence and frightens me back into pretending to be asleep again. This cycle of talking for a sentence or two followed by silence for five or ten minutes lasted until dawn about five hours later. And then it never happened again.
I've tried to explain it in multiple ways -- there's no chance of it being a prank. Really, putting the supernatural aside, it had to be a hallucination.