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When my mom was a teenager, her parents had lots of friends that would come over for dinner parties; Granddad was in the Navy so everyone kept close touch after they left. So one night my mom's in bed, maybe 15, 16 or so, and the party is downstairs. One of the husbands came up to her room, opened the door, and took off all his clothes. She coughed, or sneezed, or made some noise to indicate she was awake, and instead of going in, he...put his clothes back on and went down to the party. When my mom told her mom about it the next day, upset and crying, her mom told her not to tell her father, because they were 'such nice people' and grandma didn't want them uninvited to any future dinners. I was doing a delivery in a bad neighborhood, and waiting in my van, when a crackhead came up to the passenger side and tried to open the door. Keep in mind I was in the driver seat and the van was running, just in park. The dude went around the entire van, trying every door and getting more angry; when he reached the driver side door, he looked right through me, and then walked away as if this was totally normal. I was close to pissing myself thinking I'd hit him if I tried to speed away.
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When I was young, I was abducted by two guys and driven to upstate New York to a cabin in the woods. I was there for three days before the police swarmed the place and found me, took them to jail, and flew me home. They found out where i was because the guys drove by another girl's house several times while there and apparently she saw them. I was told she had a restraining order on one of the guys and called the police and they were able to nail down where i was because the cabin was a property owned by someone in one of the guys' families. This was during a small period of time where i happened to be staying with my birth family. I didn't live there much after 13 because my father is a sociopath (has narcissistic personality disorder) and was very abusive. The first thing he did when he saw me when i got back home was call me a slut. And that was pretty much my introduction to sex.
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Oct 8, 2019 01:45
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Well.... I don't think anyone's gonna top that.
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Oct 8, 2019 02:00
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DamnitGannet posted:Probably the scariest thing that had ever happened to me, and hopefully will remain that way, was when I almost drowned in the Chattahoochee river. Shooting the Hooch as it's called in Georgia was something you just have to do while there and my friends and I decided to do it before I moved across the country. Basically you get in an inner tube and get totally wasted as you float down the river (drinking whole tubing was recently ruled legal and is heavily encouraged.) I had just found out I was pregnant so I wasn't drinking and I hate to imagine what would have happened if I had been poo poo-faced. Sounds like you learned a lot about living and a little about love.
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Oct 8, 2019 02:11
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Grape posted:Sounds like you learned a lot about living and a little about love. 
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Oct 8, 2019 02:54
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Solice Kirsk posted:Well.... I don't think anyone's gonna top that. Grape posted:Sounds like you learned a lot about living and a little about love.
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Oct 8, 2019 02:58
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Also, I don't believe you
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Oct 8, 2019 02:59
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That is unfortunately a true story of mine. If you don't believe me I have plenty other equally horrifying experiences i can share. Some of us were not blessed with a good life. But your disbelief doesn't change the facts nor the issues i have because of what ive been through. Thats what is really sad about your comment.
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Oct 8, 2019 03:01
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My Shoes posted:That is unfortunately a true story of mine. If you don't believe me I have plenty other equally horrifying experiences i can share. Some of us were not blessed with a good life. But your disbelief doesn't change the facts nor the issues i have because of what ive been through. Thats what is really sad about your comment. I wasnt doubting you. I didn't actually care about your story. Why did you think I was talking about you?
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Oct 8, 2019 03:15
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roarpower posted:I wasnt doubting you. I didn't actually care about your story. Why did you think I was talking about you? you empty quoted someone that responded to my story. Not sure what is worse: disbelief or not caring. so thanks ...for.. that? Also, im pretty sensitive when it comes to talking about trauma. My Shoes fucked around with this message at 03:23 on Oct 8, 2019 |
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Oct 8, 2019 03:18
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I did not. I didn't read it either. You OK?
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Oct 8, 2019 03:22
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roarpower posted:I did not. I didn't read it either. You OK? yeh, its cool. thanks.
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Oct 8, 2019 03:23
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My Shoes posted:yeh, its cool. thanks. just because I didn't read it doesn't mean no one cares. I am a horrible rear end in a top hat. there are several people in General Bullshit who will help you
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Oct 8, 2019 03:27
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roarpower posted:I did not. You did. Like 2 minutes ago. I fear you may be the one who is not okay.
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Oct 8, 2019 03:28
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Phyzzle posted:You did. Like 2 minutes ago. I fear you may be the one who is not okay. yeah! no poo poo dude. I am a broken person
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Oct 8, 2019 03:30
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OK, lets just let it go now. We are all goons here so we are all a bit broken. :P No worries.
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Oct 8, 2019 03:32
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My Shoes posted:OK, lets just let it go now. We are all goons here so we are all a bit broken. :P 
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Oct 8, 2019 03:34
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Jfc goon be good to each other, don’t need the reports for bullshit nonsense. Gnight
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Oct 8, 2019 03:51
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not sure why anyone would report him for that but ok.
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Oct 8, 2019 04:05
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There should be a function where you report to the mods about a post, but not in like a "POST BAD!!!" way. But like a button to just report weirdness, and then the mods come and make a funny face at the post and go and tell their friends about it.
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Oct 8, 2019 04:11
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Goobish posted:I know this is going to come off as crazy, but it's the scariest thing that's happened to me as far as spooky poo poo goes.
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Oct 8, 2019 10:49
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AlBorlantern Corps posted:It was your boyfriend doing it because he wanted you to feel guilty, he was trying to manipulate you I like how they were more concerned that someone knew a secret of theirs than they were about the unseeable force that was literally silencing them with magic powers. "Yeah I literally can't say specific words, definitely not a mental illness because it happened to my boyfriend too so it has to be other-worldly, but what's really weird is that this magical being knew stuff I didn't tell it"
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Oct 8, 2019 11:26
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PinheadSlim posted:I like how they were more concerned that someone knew a secret of theirs than they were about the unseeable force that was literally silencing them with magic powers. Getting shortness of breath and not being able to get words out isn't supernatural, it's a common trauma response
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Oct 8, 2019 12:53
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Well the hosed up thing about that scenario is he would have had to get/pay someone else to do it. That was the only computer in the house. It could be true though, he was sociopath I'm pretty sure. Still doesn't explain how they knew where I was and who I was. It was right after character creation in game. But I know technology is basically sorcery, so maybe they tracked me somehow?
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Oct 9, 2019 01:10
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Goobish posted:Well the hosed up thing about that scenario is he would have had to get/pay someone else to do it. That was the only computer in the house. It could be true though, he was sociopath I'm pretty sure. He probably just called one of his equally terrible friends and gave them your user name after feeding them information.
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Oct 9, 2019 07:49
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Sounds more like the handiwork of God
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Oct 9, 2019 12:31
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brb, going to go start a "God is a Gamer" line of XXXXXXL t-shirts. Maybe use a cross as a controller's d-pad or something, I don't know.
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Oct 9, 2019 14:28
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the millenials at work were talking about the highlander franchise and werent aware that there were movies
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Oct 9, 2019 21:26
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My Shoes posted:When I was young, I was abducted by two guys and driven to upstate New York to a cabin in the woods. JFC that's horrific. Goes quite a bit beyond just a scary story.  Mine's pretty tame by comparison: In 1996 I was on a late-night flight to Kansas City. Most everyone else is asleep and I'm listening to the cockpit chatter through the headphones plugged into the seat console. I hear, "United 850, is this an emergency?" "Yes." Then I feel the plane drop sharply and descending quickly. The cockpit chatter goes silent. I summon a flight attendant and ask what's up, she doesn't know or won't say. We level out and the captain announces that the cockpit windshield has cracked and we've dropped to 10,000 feet and slowed down in case it shatters. We land about 20 minutes later and as I'm disembarking I peek into the cockpit and holy poo poo, that window was like a spiderweb of cracks. (I say 850 but I've long forgotten the actual flight number. And yes, back then you really could listen to cockpit chatter, was a lot of fun to figure out what it all meant.)
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Lossy Compression posted:JFC that's horrific. Goes quite a bit beyond just a scary story. I thought you could still a few years ago, they must’ve stopped that. But I agree it was real fun listening. I had an engine blow on take off at Reagan National. We did a quick u turn. Goose or something iirc
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Oct 10, 2019 03:55
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There was one airline - United or American I think - that still let you listen to the cockpit chatter until fairly recently, like I remember doing it about 5 years ago. I wish it would make a comeback, I loved listening to it.
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Oct 10, 2019 14:21
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I thought I knocked someone up once, that was pretty scary, my life lacks excitement.
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Oct 10, 2019 14:31
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i've told the story here before so i'll keep it brief but it was pretty scary when i was taking a poo poo at the mall and a small elderly asian man broke into the stall, dropped trou and started blasting diarrhea all over the wall next to me as i was frantically trying to wipe up and gtfo
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Oct 10, 2019 15:06
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food court bailiff posted:i've told the story here before so i'll keep it brief but it was pretty scary when i was taking a poo poo at the mall and a small elderly asian man broke into the stall, dropped trou and started blasting diarrhea all over the wall next to me as i was frantically trying to wipe up and gtfo When you gotta go, you gotta go. Did he like kick the door in or something? That's insane.
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I grew up in the extended Chicago suburbs, and our town was basically right at the end of the sprawl where, if you left town in the directions away from Chicago, you'd start hitting endless cornfields. Sprinkled among these cornfields are dozens of tiny, desolate, ~100-ish population villages that time forgot. Back in my high school days, my friends and I would often cruise around at night, looking for adventure because there honestly just wasn't that much to do. Sometimes we would drive out into the country and explore these little towns. Most of them were really mundane, but one in particular had an eerie vibe and creeped us out several times to the point where we made a thing out of going there every so often as some sort of mild thrill. This town was connected to a state route via just two two-lane roads about a mile long. The next nearest village is 6 miles away, with the nearest town with anything resembling modern life about 10 miles away. It has one tiny school, about 60 houses, a very tiny "main street" area, a cemetery, and creepy church on the outskirts. The first night my friends and I ever cruised through, it was around midnight. The vibe was off to begin with, and we saw a big dark building in the distance that was just a giant silhouette due to having absolutely no power or lights on. We approached slowly trying to figure out what it was. When we got close enough to realize it was a church, the cross on the steeple suddenly illuminated in an eerie red glow, giving it a satanic look. Why was it lit with red lights, and why was it off and randomly turned on after midnight? Why would it be on some sort of motion sensor and why would it be the only thing that turned on in the whole building? A few moments later a creepy, rednecky old truck emerged from a thick, foresty road and seemed to follow us out of town until we were on the main state road again heading away, where we saw it turn back toward the village. A while later we returned. We were on a ghost hunting kick and had tried our hand at exploring random old cemeteries in the area at night and filming. The cemetery was on the outskirts of the village and we never saw anyone around and didn't think anyone would even see us. I pulled my car over next to the cemetery and we got out to take a walk through it. About a minute later, an extremely loud tornado siren (which are common in Illinois and very terrifying sounding) started blaring seemingly from a nearby farmhouse. Mind you, this was at 10:00 or 11:00 PM, so it wouldn't be a test of the siren, and there were definitely no storms in the area. If someone on the farm was watching us and trying to scare us off, they had a drat powerful siren for doing so as the entire village surely heard it. Obviously, we scrambled back to the car and sped the gently caress outta there. That was all about 15 years ago now. A few months ago I returned home for a visit with my family. One night I couldn't sleep and decided to cruise around and get all nostalgia-y. Well, I ended up back at the creepy village. "Those were just some coincidences and the creepy vibe was just our young, over-active imaginations. There's no way it will still creep me out!", I thought. I pulled into the town once again, feeling nostalgic and not at all creeped out. As I reached the main street area, I stopped and changed the music on my phone. I look up, just as, oh poo poo, all the streetlights went out at the same time. The power wasn't out, because lights inside the buildings were still on. So, I sped out of town, paranoid, once again. I took a moment to collect my thoughts - "maybe the streetlights are on a timer" - but, nope. As I drove back the way I came, about five minutes later, I could see that they were all back on. I realize that may not sound that scary, but put yourself in the right mindset and it might be. The logical answer is, if these weren't just several coincidences, the town is made up of a bunch of bored hicks with nothing to do other than watch for and gently caress with/scare off cars they don't recognize, as they surely know everyone in town. But, I've always felt that it's very horror movie-eque, a seemingly sleepy little village being a front for hiding some shady activity.
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DamnitGannet posted:Probably the scariest thing that had ever happened to me, and hopefully will remain that way, was when I almost drowned in the Chattahoochee river. Shooting the Hooch as it's called in Georgia was something you just have to do while there and my friends and I decided to do it before I moved across the country. Basically you get in an inner tube and get totally wasted as you float down the river (drinking whole tubing was recently ruled legal and is heavily encouraged.) I had just found out I was pregnant so I wasn't drinking and I hate to imagine what would have happened if I had been poo poo-faced. lmao the hooch is one of the most relaxed easy rivers in the world, what in the gently caress
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SweetMercifulCrap! posted:I grew up in the extended Chicago suburbs, and our town was basically right at the end of the sprawl where, if you left town in the directions away from Chicago, you'd start hitting endless cornfields. Sprinkled among these cornfields are dozens of tiny, desolate, ~100-ish population villages that time forgot. Back in my high school days, my friends and I would often cruise around at night, looking for adventure because there honestly just wasn't that much to do. Sometimes we would drive out into the country and explore these little towns. Most of them were really mundane, but one in particular had an eerie vibe and creeped us out several times to the point where we made a thing out of going there every so often as some sort of mild thrill. You just described to a T my old hometown. Was this the south suburbs?
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SweetMercifulCrap! posted:I grew up in the extended Chicago suburbs, and our town was basically right at the end of the sprawl where, if you left town in the directions away from Chicago, you'd start hitting endless cornfields. Sprinkled among these cornfields are dozens of tiny, desolate, ~100-ish population villages that time forgot. Back in my high school days, my friends and I would often cruise around at night, looking for adventure because there honestly just wasn't that much to do. Sometimes we would drive out into the country and explore these little towns. Most of them were really mundane, but one in particular had an eerie vibe and creeped us out several times to the point where we made a thing out of going there every so often as some sort of mild thrill. This kind of system would be a fantastic way to ward off marauding junkies trying to steal poo poo at night. I could totally picture a bunch of ham radio hicks pooling resources into a kind of insane neighborhood watch.
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A mid-late 20s neighbor broke into the house at 2 am looking for my 18-year old sister. Instead he got me, older, much larger and who he really didn't like, and the 10 lb. miniature pinscher who bit him on the foot. The moment I realized the creaking noises were from someone coming up the steps and not the old house making old house noises is a terror that is seared into my brain. Almost 20 years later I still get this uneasy feeling when I'm home alone at night and hear noises. Dude was arrested for exposing himself to college students a year or so later.
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Solice Kirsk posted:You just described to a T my old hometown. Was this the south suburbs? Yup, Plainfield/Naperville area. I've let out the name of the village to not draw extra attention to it, though I have tried to do some research on it and googled if anyone else has posted similar stories and not much of anything comes up. I've got another story. I think I may have told this last year but if not... This would have been late 90's, and I was in 7th grade. I was spending the night at my friend's place. His house was part of an unincorporated small batch of houses in a wooded area along a road that ran parallel to a major highway about 1,000 feet away. So, a slightly creepy place for 7th graders to be left home alone in at night to begin with. His mom was away and his dad was out for a few hours and we just intended to spend the evening playing N64. It gets to be maybe 10:00 PM and we get a call from his dad telling us he's on his way home and asking what we wanted from McDonald's. Maybe 15 minutes later we hear the front door open and close. We assume it's his dad and pause our game and start heading downstairs to get our food. We reach the top of the staircase, which gave a vantage point of most of the first floor of the house, and stop. His dad isn't anywhere and we don't hear any sound that indicate someone is home. It also dawns on us that the front door is open with only the screen door closed, and we had previously closed it, not to mention his dad would have likely entered through the garage. For whatever reason the severity of the situation didn't quite dawn on us, being stupid middle schoolers. We grabbed baseball bats and slowly made our way down the stairs and did a sweep of the house and the garage. Dad had definitely not come home yet. We should have called the police right there but instead locked ourselves in his bedroom until his dad came home for real. I can't remember if we even told him anything. So yeah, an unknown person was in the house with us. We have no idea who or for how long. We also later found out that one of the neighbor's 20-something sons had recently "gone crazy" and was missing. It's possible that his dad's phone call saved us by alerting whoever was in the house to leave. They may have even listened to the conversation on a different phone.
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