What is your scariest true story? - Paranormal or not paranormal

Do you believe in ghosts?

  • Hell yeah! Shit's spooky as hell!

  • Hell no! Shit's gay as hell!


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I have a couple photos on my phone that I took at a local graveyard that have what look like ghosts in them. Taken in Gold Rush country.

Went fishing with the Bed Warmer and had a Mountain Lion come out of the trees on the other side of the bridge we were fishing on. Also was throwing out some trash and walked out to see a bear at the cans, 10 feet away. Almost bitten by rattlesnakes a few times, rolled a 1969 Mustang 200 feet down an embankment and into a river upside down. Had a stroke at 26 and breast cancer at 32.
 
I have a couple photos on my phone that I took at a local graveyard that have what look like ghosts in them. Taken in Gold Rush country.

Went fishing with the Bed Warmer and had a Mountain Lion come out of the trees on the other side of the bridge we were fishing on. Also was throwing out some trash and walked out to see a bear at the cans, 10 feet away. Almost bitten by rattlesnakes a few times, rolled a 1969 Mustang 200 feet down an embankment and into a river upside down. Had a stroke at 26 and breast cancer at 32.

Next time on Deep South Stereotypes... :alog:
 
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.
Was it a direct hit, or did it pass a few blocks away, or farther away?
 
Was it a direct hit, or did it pass a few blocks away, or farther away?

When I took that picture it was actually heading away from me, up to the north where it hit the mall and airport.

:offtopic: At this point I thought you were going to recount an encounter with John S. Bulla.:offtopic:

(sexually)

I'm pretty sure he was still in prison in 2007.
 
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Back when I was a little mujihadeen, I took a shortcut home from flipping burgers through the ghettos of Shitsville, New Jersey (which my parents always told me to stay out of but I was a stupid fucker as always). I was rocking out to some Beastie Boys on my gay little ipod when 50 pounds of canine anger swept my legs from under me. It was a pitbull that apparently broke its chain and was hella pissed. At first I thought it just wanted to play, but after it almost took off my nose I got different ideas. I flailed for a while and somehow held it back until I hear SHEEEIT FUCKIN DUMBASS DOG over my shoulder. The owner, this massive black dude in a blue bandana who reeked of weed, ripped him off of me and apologized. He told me the dog thought I was a cop (!) and I should gtfo of his hood and never come back, which I did.

Oh, and it gets better; apparently his dog's fears were justified, since just 6 months after that he was on the news, arrested for crack and conspiracy to commit murder. That bandana? Crip colors. You can imagine I shat bricks.

Moral of the story: Don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood, especially if you're a pussy ass white boy who listens to the beastie boys to feel tough.
 
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When I was eight, I pretended to be a 24 yo woman on dating sites out of boredom.

I actually set up a date with three dates in a city 200 miles away from my own and asked each of them to wear a specific type of clothing: one had to wear a red fedora, one a red scarf, the other a red vest. And I told each that I would be wearing one of those clothes. They all came. I never showed up.

I repeated the process twice. It worked.

Then, I got off dating sites because school was starting and I was back in my country. Only to do some similar shit the next year.
 
drunken knife fight with a colleague. started out as a joke but with surgical tools shit gets scary fast. ended up stitching each other up-also drunkenly- then having to go through to the ER anyway, because he had a nicked tendon and his stitching didn't even hold my wound closed.
 
Jerkop: seriously though they met up, laughed about the deception, and actually got together???
 
Resonancer: what job involves surgical tools and knife fights?

night work in the morgue. people show up off-shift to pick up stuff from their locker or their check. once in a while they'll have been drinking, and start goofing off.

this Eastern-Promise scenario happened outside in the parking lot as two of us were debating who was sober enough to drive home (the third person with us, who was sober, ended up bringing us inside, stitching them up, and taking them both to the other end of the hospital to the ER)
not fatal but. scared the shit out of everyone.

Edited to add: I no longer drink.
 
One time, in Elementary school, I got attacked by a tard. Like I said something and I guess he thought I said he was stupid, so he like put me down on the ground, and was pulling on my hair and saying "I'LL KILL YOU"

I think he got suspended after that, but I stg I have some PTSD from that encounter
 
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