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Once I was on a bus on Halloween and it was full of stereotypical drunk college students who decided to try to push the bus over
When I was in my Algebra class, this Yu-Gi-Oh obsessed kid (He may be 17, but he has the maturity of a 5-year old) derailed the class period because he kept pulling out his cards while the teacher was instructing. The teacher kept telling him to put it away, but he disregarded her warnings.
Since I (as well as my classmates) was getting annoyed by it, I ended up telling him to just put the dumb cards away, which caused a sperg-out in Sperguson. He even directed physical threats toward me all because I talked shit about some little kids card game. It was a strange hour to say the least.
Since I (as well as my classmates) was getting annoyed by it, I ended up telling him to just put the dumb cards away, which caused a sperg-out in Sperguson. He even directed physical threats toward me all because I talked shit about some little kids card game. It was a strange hour to say the least.
Not even close to the weirdest experience, but still slightly weird.
I attended an after school daycare program, there was a rumor that went around that there was a ghost of a dead miner that lived in the "dungeon" (actually a large storage room in the basement), even the staff referee to the area as the dungeon amongst themselves, but not in front of the kids (hey, can you run and get something from the dungeon) Along with various forms of the rumors including a ghost that haunted the basement.
This was in the early 2000's, being a kid with an interest in the paranormal I went to investigate, and once my parent picked me up when all the other children were outside, I went downstairs since I said I needed to get my backpack, and saw a misty figure, of an hand under the sensory table (an indoor sandox table which was popular in the 90's). There was a hole at the bottom of the sensory table near the legs, which was where I saw it.
Fast forward a few years in 4th grade, still going to the same daycare, the rumors were forgotten about, my friend at the time who was around when the rumors were going on and I decided to stick our ears to the door of the large storage and maintence room which was called "the dungeon", the door was locked and the lights were off, so most likely nobody was inside it at the time, when we put our ears against the door then we originally heard a long moan coming from inside the room for about 10 seconds followed by about 3 knocsk on the other end of the door.
I lost touch with that friend, and we sort of grew apart just naturally, but he swore that it happened and that he couldn't explain it years later until he eventually died of leukemia.
As it was a large maintence room, and there were no lights on, and no staff came in or out for about 10 minutes before or left 4 minutes afterwards, while it's possible that someone could have been at the other side of the locked door waiting for us to put our ears against the door, and guessed when we did.
A few more experiences with that daycare, occasionally I would leave my backpack down there, come down to retrieve it, and there would be various sounds, one time a long moan, another time a loud and fast growl, once when I walked past that door flew open, shut, and then open again followed by a similar growl sound that I have heard before.
TL;DR daycare building was haunted.
I attended an after school daycare program, there was a rumor that went around that there was a ghost of a dead miner that lived in the "dungeon" (actually a large storage room in the basement), even the staff referee to the area as the dungeon amongst themselves, but not in front of the kids (hey, can you run and get something from the dungeon) Along with various forms of the rumors including a ghost that haunted the basement.
This was in the early 2000's, being a kid with an interest in the paranormal I went to investigate, and once my parent picked me up when all the other children were outside, I went downstairs since I said I needed to get my backpack, and saw a misty figure, of an hand under the sensory table (an indoor sandox table which was popular in the 90's). There was a hole at the bottom of the sensory table near the legs, which was where I saw it.
Fast forward a few years in 4th grade, still going to the same daycare, the rumors were forgotten about, my friend at the time who was around when the rumors were going on and I decided to stick our ears to the door of the large storage and maintence room which was called "the dungeon", the door was locked and the lights were off, so most likely nobody was inside it at the time, when we put our ears against the door then we originally heard a long moan coming from inside the room for about 10 seconds followed by about 3 knocsk on the other end of the door.
I lost touch with that friend, and we sort of grew apart just naturally, but he swore that it happened and that he couldn't explain it years later until he eventually died of leukemia.
As it was a large maintence room, and there were no lights on, and no staff came in or out for about 10 minutes before or left 4 minutes afterwards, while it's possible that someone could have been at the other side of the locked door waiting for us to put our ears against the door, and guessed when we did.
A few more experiences with that daycare, occasionally I would leave my backpack down there, come down to retrieve it, and there would be various sounds, one time a long moan, another time a loud and fast growl, once when I walked past that door flew open, shut, and then open again followed by a similar growl sound that I have heard before.
TL;DR daycare building was haunted.
I know it's a double post, but feel free to merge both of my posts of it's an issue.
Odd coincidences that I can't explain are common in my life, last year then while out and coming home from the bus, then a random middle aged woman who I have never seen before came up to me and told me that I was an empty, I ignored it, but it was an odd thing to say to someone, so I found it to be odd but didn't think too much of it.
About a week and a half later, I was hospitalized about two hours away from my city, while I was in the hospital another patient, who was a different age, but who was a practicing wiccan told me out of nowhere that I was an empath, this patient wasn't there for psychotic symptoms but for BPD and major-depression.
Now too different people, who are in different cities, in different age-range, who I have never met, tell me something completely off and out of the blue. I haven't yet found any rational explanation.
Odd coincidences that I can't explain are common in my life, last year then while out and coming home from the bus, then a random middle aged woman who I have never seen before came up to me and told me that I was an empty, I ignored it, but it was an odd thing to say to someone, so I found it to be odd but didn't think too much of it.
About a week and a half later, I was hospitalized about two hours away from my city, while I was in the hospital another patient, who was a different age, but who was a practicing wiccan told me out of nowhere that I was an empath, this patient wasn't there for psychotic symptoms but for BPD and major-depression.
Now too different people, who are in different cities, in different age-range, who I have never met, tell me something completely off and out of the blue. I haven't yet found any rational explanation.
One time I forgot to take a pill when I was in control and @Wildchild almost took control permanently
That's pretty fucked up. I'd call the cops if I saw something like that. It has to be against the law or something.
WELL. Going on topic...
Uh... I saw a guy attempt to break into my apartment.
I started living in the new place for about three days, I live on the ground floor and I jump over my brick half-wall to leave my place when I am too lazy to walk up and down stairs and fiddle with the door. I spent two days putting things inside the house and I suspect the guy saw my stuff being tossed in through and thought it would be easy. A single girl in a new house wouldn't put up a fight, right?
I couldn't sleep on the third night and I went out to look out of my veranda and watch the nightlife, It was around 3am and a guy in black with a headlight was prowling very closely to my apartment, his headlight shines onto me and I give out a "Hey, mate." He arcs away slowly at the front of my half-wall and after he gets out of view he runs away.
The thing is that I never really spoke about it, it was extremely awkward for him, I guarantee.
tldr; mid-aged white man tries to steal from me and gets caught.
Uh... I saw a guy attempt to break into my apartment.
I started living in the new place for about three days, I live on the ground floor and I jump over my brick half-wall to leave my place when I am too lazy to walk up and down stairs and fiddle with the door. I spent two days putting things inside the house and I suspect the guy saw my stuff being tossed in through and thought it would be easy. A single girl in a new house wouldn't put up a fight, right?
I couldn't sleep on the third night and I went out to look out of my veranda and watch the nightlife, It was around 3am and a guy in black with a headlight was prowling very closely to my apartment, his headlight shines onto me and I give out a "Hey, mate." He arcs away slowly at the front of my half-wall and after he gets out of view he runs away.
The thing is that I never really spoke about it, it was extremely awkward for him, I guarantee.
tldr; mid-aged white man tries to steal from me and gets caught.
I met a stranger I met online to give them a bottle of wine in front of 5 cops on a streetcorner at 9PM in the pitch black. And they gave me a hug and grabbed my ass.
I was implicated in a politician's sex scandal.
The worst part was I wasn't actually involved. That didn't stop writers, bloggers, and reporters from posting my shit (name, Twitter handle, picture, etc) without my consent.
And people wonder why I disliked Brietbart. (Both the man and the site.)
The worst part was I wasn't actually involved. That didn't stop writers, bloggers, and reporters from posting my shit (name, Twitter handle, picture, etc) without my consent.
And people wonder why I disliked Brietbart. (Both the man and the site.)
I was on a boat and everyone ran to the front (I stayed at the back like a smart little girl) and the boat fucking tipped over because everyone else didn't understand how boats work (it was a small boat) I found a crayfish claw on that boat so it was a win for me
My old high school had 4 floors, each painted a different color. The layout of the schoolwas so straightforward, it was impossible to get lost, even if you were a new 9th grade kid.
One day, I started to feel weird in my grade 11 French math class. This class was on the blue floor. I decided to grab a swig of red bull from my locker and splash some water on my face in my favourite bathroom on the third (green) floor.
I finish up in the washroom and slowly saunter my way back to the class. I stop at the door and look inside. It's the same classroom as ever, French posters and al, but the students and the teacher were missing. Sometimes the teacher, Mr. Doiron, would have lessons combined with the economics class in a different classroom so it didn't strike me as odd.
I walk down the hall and look in every classroom they could be in, but they were all filled with English posters and younger students. I walked back to the classroom and took one last peek. Suddenly, the math class is full of 9th grade kids learning english.
I was confused, so I walked down to the grey 2nd floor to the office. I asked the Secretary to page Mr. Doiron, and he said that he was in the same class he was always in. There was no way I could have been lost. I'd been there for two years! And my locker was always in the same spot. I could navigate the school blindfolded if I had to!
Unfortunately the whole class hard me page Mr. Doiron and they all thought I was an idiot.
I later found out I suffer from focal seizures, where one part of your brain decided that working correctly is too hard and leaves you there looking like a confused puppy had a stroke. This was my first focal seizure and I'm still a little ashamed of how stupid it made me look
One day, I started to feel weird in my grade 11 French math class. This class was on the blue floor. I decided to grab a swig of red bull from my locker and splash some water on my face in my favourite bathroom on the third (green) floor.
I finish up in the washroom and slowly saunter my way back to the class. I stop at the door and look inside. It's the same classroom as ever, French posters and al, but the students and the teacher were missing. Sometimes the teacher, Mr. Doiron, would have lessons combined with the economics class in a different classroom so it didn't strike me as odd.
I walk down the hall and look in every classroom they could be in, but they were all filled with English posters and younger students. I walked back to the classroom and took one last peek. Suddenly, the math class is full of 9th grade kids learning english.
I was confused, so I walked down to the grey 2nd floor to the office. I asked the Secretary to page Mr. Doiron, and he said that he was in the same class he was always in. There was no way I could have been lost. I'd been there for two years! And my locker was always in the same spot. I could navigate the school blindfolded if I had to!
Unfortunately the whole class hard me page Mr. Doiron and they all thought I was an idiot.
I later found out I suffer from focal seizures, where one part of your brain decided that working correctly is too hard and leaves you there looking like a confused puppy had a stroke. This was my first focal seizure and I'm still a little ashamed of how stupid it made me look
@holy buttocks Sorry to hear about your seizures. I've had quite a few myself, and it sucks dick.
Since we're talking about weird shit that has happened to us, I guess I should tell the story about some of my seizures.
I was staying at this hotel Christmas night, and when I had breakfast in the lobby the next morning, I started to feel funny. From what witnesses have told me, I was supposedly singing "You Evil Woman" and announced shortly after that "I needed to cum."
During another seizure, I began to ramble about "the politicization of Disney", which baffled my family who witnessed it, and started to sing "Shiny Happy People". My parents got extremely worried once they saw blood coming from my mouth during the whole ordeal, even though it was nothing more than a simple bite of the lip.
All in all, those were some really fucked up times.
Since we're talking about weird shit that has happened to us, I guess I should tell the story about some of my seizures.
I was staying at this hotel Christmas night, and when I had breakfast in the lobby the next morning, I started to feel funny. From what witnesses have told me, I was supposedly singing "You Evil Woman" and announced shortly after that "I needed to cum."
During another seizure, I began to ramble about "the politicization of Disney", which baffled my family who witnessed it, and started to sing "Shiny Happy People". My parents got extremely worried once they saw blood coming from my mouth during the whole ordeal, even though it was nothing more than a simple bite of the lip.
All in all, those were some really fucked up times.
Well...anything weird that's happened, I've done myself. I end up giving other people stories. Like the time I wore a fried chicken onesie to school on pajama day.
But perhaps the strangest thing that's happened to me would be when I picked up a dog wandering around the street with a wire around its neck--no collar. For some reason this dog loved everyone in my family but me. This dog would growl, bark, bite my ankles, and ram into me for no good reason. My family was loved by the demon spawn, but it just despised me.
Turns out the dog belonged to two people already, whom had tied it to a post on their front porch with that wire. It was likely a bad decision to have given the dog back when it'd been out there in the summer heat, without water, for at least 6 hours.
But perhaps the strangest thing that's happened to me would be when I picked up a dog wandering around the street with a wire around its neck--no collar. For some reason this dog loved everyone in my family but me. This dog would growl, bark, bite my ankles, and ram into me for no good reason. My family was loved by the demon spawn, but it just despised me.
Turns out the dog belonged to two people already, whom had tied it to a post on their front porch with that wire. It was likely a bad decision to have given the dog back when it'd been out there in the summer heat, without water, for at least 6 hours.
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A few years ago Mr. Scum (then-boyfriend) and I were planning to drive to Baltimore for MDF. Working around our respective schedules meant leaving balls-early in the AM, but at the last minute there was a change of plans. On the way there we found out that a car was rear-ended by a semi into the back of another semi, killing the driver instantly, right around the time we would have been on that highway. It still bothers me a little. 
Okay I went to a ghetto highschool, and I was one of the 10 white people there. One day I went to take a piss during lunch. When I walked into the bathroom, I saw a group of boys exchanging money while trying to look sneaky. They start staring me down. I tried my best to ignore them as I made my way to the urinal. They continue to stare me down. My dick decides to be a dick and not piss. They move to a corner of the room and start whispering. When I finished, I looked back and saw (I'm not bullshitting you) They were playing Dungeons and Dragons.
@MalWart Epilepsy continued. I had my first seizure when I was 16 and had it pretty bad until about 20. I was once walking along a street with my girlfriend and fell onto a moving car. The woman driving thought she had killed somebody. When I regained consciousness I asked my girlfriend what happened and I burst out laughing.
I once randomly bumped into and proceeded to have a beer with Terry Pratchett. Shit was balls to the wall awesome and it took every ounce of my self control not to be a squealing fanboy.
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