Whats The Weirdest/Strangest Experience You've Ever Had?
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ChillaDaKilla wrote: »My mom got attacked by a demon supposedly.
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Joker_De_La_Muerta wrote: »ChillaDaKilla wrote: »My mom got attacked by a demon supposedly.
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@ChillaDaKilla what's up wit that story?
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This ? happened when I was in 5th grade we lived in a two family flat in Detroit. In the flat we lived upstairs my mom's room was right side by side with the bathroom then my room and my sisters room was all the way down the hall. My moms is religious as ? till this day....back in 95 she wasn't as religious as she is now but we still made regular trips to church and all that.
One night just like any ordinary night we all fell asleep but around 3 am something jumped on her now this happened to her but from what she described she couldn't see the thing but she could feel it ....like it felt diseased and sour. ....the thing was growling but it was inhuman. ....the attack continued like it was really trying to scratch and hurt her.....she had been calling out our names but we didn't respond
The attack stopped when I called out mama...are you ok? ....she said she responded that she was fine. Now I don't ever remember waking up or even talking but this is what my momma told me what happened so I take her word for it
It hasn't happened since and no one talks about it to this day.
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Two stories both dealing with sleep paralysis
The first one is short but still creepy.
Right before I had went to college my dad, grandma and me all lived together in a three rooms apartment/townhome deal. That summer tho, 2009 I believe, my grandma passed away from cancer and my dad decided he would downsize and go to a smaller unit with just two.
One night for whatever reason I was at my dad's house late and decided I should just spend the night in the vacant room instead of driving back to my place. All that was in it at this point was a bed and some boxes of stuff that belonged to her but I wasnt spooked or anything and really thought nothing of it.
So I go to sleep and everything is okay, but upon waking up I discover that I cannot move and sleeping on my stomach I could also not see or turn myself over, suddenly I feel a presence in the room, like a dense feeling walking about from the window to the bed. Next thing I know, this presence comes over and sits next to me on the bed, and I could feel the pressure and heard the sound of the springs, so I know it was real. It was still darkish, so I was able to just calm down and force myself to go back to sleep, but I always figured that was my grandma checking in on me. Since then as well, she has come to me in a lot of dreams and asked me sincere questions about how I felt about her, all very strange.
The second story took place not to long after the first. I was really low at this point after my Grandma had passed, two of my good friends had died/been killed and I was really starting to doubt ? and his existence. I started getting cocky, learning about the devil, discovering strange coincidences that had me thinking that I was supposed to come across this info and sort of mocking the whole idea of religion in general.
So one night, I came home late from the studio, smoked some weed and went to sleep normally, and for whatever reason this night I was in my house alone (then again I may have been living by myself at this point). When it's time to wake up, once again I cant move for ? , my voice is gone and I'm starting to panic. Suddenly I look to the left out the window into the condo parking lot and I see a dude in a red sweater sort of walking around lifelessly. Suddenly he looks up at me through the window and I see another soulless looking dude climbing the wall towards my balcony. I look to the right and see that my door is opened and I cant move to go shut and lock it, so here i am feeling like about to have a heart attack.
Suddenly I wake up and i'm on my side (where as in the dream I was on my back) and the time of day is different letting me know that it was certainly a dream. But still, after that I never dabbled in any demonic ? ever again, even for learning purposes. I just left it alone.
Last one: When I was about 8 years old and it was night time, my mom told me to take out the trash so I took it to the can in the backyard. At the time our backyard was full of trees and shrubbery and pretty much unwalkable. Anyway right as I threw the bag in the can, the sky lit up and became completely white, no storms going on, no planes flying by, nothing, just a flash in the sky that consumed my peripheral.
I didnt stick around to see what it was though and ran back in the house ASAP. Maybe I just psyched myself out and it was all in my head, but I still to this day think it was aliens b.
Oh yeah one more really short one, when I lived in Alpharetta on two occasion I saw people creepin through my backyard. One when I was playing ball one day in my driveway, some raggedy white dude in a red sweater was off in the distance looking at me. I promptly went inside, earlier I had heard gun shots which wasnt too odd for the area, but they may have been connected. The other was at night i was down in the basement and saw a ? with a flashlight walking around, I said ? it ran up stairs and called the cops cause it was just me and my sister in the house. Soon found out it was the boyfriend of this girl who lived in our basement spying on her trying to see if she was home like she said or out doing whatever. Crazy mf'rs yo -
@ChillaDaKilla That's how my mother is. She is very religious. She even has a degree & her own business as a Christian counselor.
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When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood. -
Didn't witness this, but my step grandmother (cuz we don't claim this ? , grand pops remarried after his wife died when mom's was 12) was heavy into witchcraft and voodoo...
She also had a"church" in the basement... During one of the "services" a lady from the neighborhood said her husband was dying cuz some broad from her job baked him a cake ... And after he ate a slice, blood came out the cake....
They brought dude to the basement and "prayed" over him till he started convulsing and threw up a snake that my step grandmother killed... My cousins all swear by that ? , but ? them and ? her.... I'm only holding on to this house cuz of my moms....I been wanting to sell it since the day my name went on it....I have no idea what kinda crazy ? went on in here... Mom's is 65 and I've been trying to talk her into moving into one of those condos that are for seniors... House still gives me the spooks -
Plus my wife is a cocktail of native American, Jamaican, Irish, and all other types of ? , her family is mixed as ? ... Not to mention she has red hair and green eyes (classic witch ? ) and she's always claiming to see ? in this house... She in convinced my grandfather's spirit has talked to her and is protecting us
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Plus my wife is a cocktail of native American, Jamaican, Irish, and all other types of ? , her family is mixed as ? ... Not to mention she has red hair and green eyes (classic witch ? ) and she's always claiming to see ? in this house... She in convinced my grandfather's spirit has talked to her and is protecting us
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Joker_De_La_Muerta wrote: »Plus my wife is a cocktail of native American, Jamaican, Irish, and all other types of ? , her family is mixed as ? ... Not to mention she has red hair and green eyes (classic witch ? ) and she's always claiming to see ? in this house... She in convinced my grandfather's spirit has talked to her and is protecting us
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there's a breeze in the basement and i've literally had every single opening sealed with cement.....
my wife flat out will not go down there.....almost under no circumstances...when i was a kid and my grandparents lived there whenever we'd come over we'd all play down there, and joke about hearing and seeing ? .....i was mostly joking.. but them ? was dead ass..
my weight bench is down there.. and there have been multiple times when benching by myself and it feels like someone is spotting me...
always pulling the weight up tho... i always say if i ever feel anything pushing down i'm done...
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illestni99ainne wrote: »When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood.
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illestni99ainne wrote: »When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood.
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illestni99ainne wrote: »When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood.
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Yea that one takes the cake
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Back when I was like 20 my homies sister was throwing a graduation party for her graduation so me and her brother was gonna crash it and smoke some trees.
So I picked him up, got a bag and we went to the liquor store, that ? bought some weak ass khalua mudslide ? . We poured up, rolled up and headed to north KC, we looking for the hotel suite and it's hella hotels in the area, I see the hotel to the left, my boy saw it too but it was a median in the road so I kept going and made a u turn at the light, as we head back up the direction we just came from... The median was gone, no ? , even my homie said what happened to that median that we both saw, we just didn't say nothing about the median until we came back and it was gone. Tripped us the ? out. We hit the party but our swagger was gone like the median we kept talking about that ? all night -
Not a sad story. Very odd and funny though.
Went to this town called Girdwood here in AK. Place is on the coast and hidden in the mountains. Commonly an AK joke that all the hippies live out there. Really nice people, just odd. We were there for this even called forest fair and we knew we could score some shrooms there so we headed out the night before the fair and camped in the woods. Did some drinking and started walking around the small town. Had to be like 2-3 in the morning. Walking on the side walk and we could hear a bike behind us so me and my buddy make room so he could ride passed us.
Dude rides passed us about 7 feet then comes to a screeching stop, whipping his bike around and looking right at us. He was in his late 20's, white dude, shoulder length hair and a beard. He quietly says "Hey". We stop and say hey back. Then his eyes get huge and he goes "Have you guys seen the ? flowers here?!". We just look at him kind of confused, then he grabs his backpack and tied to it was this giant ass sunflower that was tall as ? . Like 6 feet tall. The stem was dragging on the ground. He pulls the flower off his bag and holds it out to show us. We look at it and there was silence for a few seconds. We respond with a unenthusiastic "Wow".
He looked up to the sky and started laughing this evil ass sounding laugh. He then got back on his bike and rode off still laughing. Loud as ? . We could hear him a good quarter mile away. -
illestni99ainne wrote: »When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood. -
I may have told this b4 but I dunno.
I'll put this in a spoiler to keep yall from having to scroll...Ok back when my nephew was a baby (knucklehead is 7 now), he, my sis, and niece came home to visit. She goes out one night and me and my dad are put on babysitting duty. Niece already in the bed sleeping, so I'm chilling in the den wit my nephew, watching him do what babies do...laugh, drool, and flail their arms and legs around.
As I'm watching him, I noticed he's looking straight up, as if he's lookin directly at something. As he's doing that, he is giggling his azzz off. Kinda like you do when tickling a child, or making funny faces. So I look up to see what has this boy so giddy. Nothin. Just the ceiling fan. This goes on for good few minutes.
So I decided to pull out my phone and get a picture b/c...well it was adorable watching him having a good ole time. When I looked at the pic I took, I noticed this white streak, almost like a glare on the pic. It was odd b/c I pointed my phone nowhere near the den lamp. Plus my nephew was laying on the couch. So there was no direct light source around him. The streak tho was right above his face, and his eyes while he was laughing. As if he was directly looking at it.
This s*** blew my mind. B/c I've heard about other folks experiencing the same thing when it comes to catching spirits in pictures. When I thought about it some more, I wondered if my nephew saw my mama (she passed 25 years ago), and SHE was the one making him giggling the way he was. Just playing wit her grandchild. Til this day I still believe it.
Funny thing is, when my niece was about maybe 3 or 4, she knew who my mama was b4 my sister even told my niece about her. My sister and I was on the phone, and she tells me she pointed at a pic of our mama, and asked who she was. My niece responded "Grandmama", before my sis told her who.
I thought I had the pic of my nephew on my phone, but I gotta find it. Might post it. -
Joker_De_La_Muerta wrote: »illestni99ainne wrote: »When I was a little kid around 7 or 8 when my grandfather was still alive we would go visit him in Kansas City. I used to love those trips because I loved my grandpops. Anyways he lived with his girlfriend and her brother who suffered from ptsd from the Vietnam war and had some other disorders I don't remember. He was also blind. He should have been in some facility, but you know black folk especially back in the day was on some lets just keep the crazy uncle in the upstairs bedroom. He'll never be a bother. He used to freak me the ? out because he never wore sunglasses and his pupils were milky white.
Anyways one visit my parents made me sleep in his bedroom on the other bed in his room. That evening there was a bad storm lightning flashing every few seconds. I was already freaked out about that. I eventually dozed off but woke up what I guess was a couple hours later to my him screaming he was standing right over my bed and looking directly at me. I'll never forget the look on his face for as long as I live. Scariest ? ever.
Then before I knew it and before I really could tell what was going on he slit his own throat. Blood was everywhere . He fell on me and I really started freaking out crying and ? . My parents and grandfather flew into the room, saw what happened and got me from under him. He didn't die that night which was crazy because if you would've saw all that blood you would've thought someone died. I've been to therapy for years about this. Didn't really help. Sometimes I still smell his blood.
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I still have nightmares over that ? . I mean who wouldn't? I get sad sometimes because after that happened I would never go back to that house and two years later my grandfather passed so I didn't get to see him much after that. -
When I was in 6th grade me and my friends was just walking down the street by some woods, this dude in a van pulls up on us and asks if we want to get in
Immediately we run into the woods, we get to a high ground area that lets us see the whole neighborhood and we see that van circling the streets for like 10 mins and then drove away
For the next few weeks we were on edge and we never saw that van again
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Man, all y'all ? need Jesus and Constantine. Smh...
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Like Water wrote: »Man, all y'all ? need Jesus and Constantine. Smh...
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Joker_De_La_Muerta wrote: »Like Water wrote: »Man, all y'all ? need Jesus and Constantine. Smh...
You have no stories?
No. And I very much believe in the supernatural/spirits/otherworldly things that can't be logically explained. I've had people close to me die, but I hope they know better than to approach me. I miss my grandfather terribly, but that ? betta not show his face around me. The ? would freak me out immensely.
My wife, and my mother-in-law, however, often have their ESP moments that ALWAYS come to fruition. If my wife has a dream about snakes, someone close to us will be found doing some conniving, deceitful ? . If my mother-in-law calls us and says, "Don't go out tonight. I have a bad feeling." we cancel any and all of our plans and chill at the house. Every single time there's been an accident or some other crazy ? that we would've encountered had we gone out.
I do have a story, but it's nothing too crazy. As I said, my wife has her moments of ESP and they always have a message that should immediately be heeded. Her father passed unexpectedly from a stroke when she was 12 and, as you can imagine, it was extremely hard on her. Since he's passed, he's never appeared to her directly, but he's often passed messages to her in her dreams.
Around 3 years ago, she was taking pills to help regulate her cycle, since the ? was completely outta whack. One night she had a dream where she was talking to one of our high school security guards that she was really close to when we were still in school. He too had passed, and it affected her a great deal. In the dream, the security guard said, "Hey, your dad told me to tell you to stop taking those pills right now."
It was fortunate that we received the message when we did, because a week later, we found out she was pregnant. Had she not stopped taking those pills when she did, I wouldn't have my son.
So not only do I owe her father for her, but I also owe him for my son. And he's not even here. Smh. ? 's crazy. -
One day I was ? off because I had to do laundry before work and found a nice bag of weed at the laundry mat, I swiftly picked it up and had a good day
