are we talking baseball or chiroptera? Because who the hell takes finance advice from a baseball bat?
I have a good one from my aunt. My aunt kept on having this recurring nightmare whenever it was raining that she was trapped in a house with her mother (who was deceased) and the house was quickly filling up with water with no way to escape. At the end of every dream they would both end up drowning and she would wake up just before dying. She had this dream over and over whenever it was raining and she couldn't figure out why. She eventually went to her mother's grave after the night of a serious storm (when she had another dream) and noticed that there was a crack in the plot which was causing water to seep into the grave beneath. She immediately got this repaired and stopped having the nightmares when it rained.
an unexpected finger inserted where a finger shouldn't be is a weird experience. ghost stories on the other hand aren't weird they're scary.
My mom told me this one. I think it's wierd. We were visiting some relatives of my dad's outside of La Paz. I was about 6-8 months old as she remebers it. As night fell she missed the bus into town and decided on walking to the nearest cab stand. Problem was that there was a stretch of nothingness between my uncles house and the cab stand. No road, no lights, & no civilization. Half way during the walk she gets the urge to pee and decides to go au natural. It was difficult to pee considering I was wrapped around her back. So she unties the wrap and places me on the ground next to her. Upoon finishing she turns to the side and sees that I'm no longer there. Needless to say she goes into a hysterical fit. She starts scrambling around, calling my name, hoping for some response or cry. Through some grace of god she hears me & rushes to my voice. I hadn't wandered off too far but when she finds me I'm neck deep in quick sand. She reaches into the pit (i wasn't to far off) pulls me out. Anyway, flash foward a few days and I'm not doing very well. I'm ghostly pale and not eating, not breastfeeding, or making a single whimper. The doctor's can't find anything wrong with me and the medicine prescribed does nothing. In a moment of mothers desperation she takes the advice of my quacky aunts and visits some wierd shamen lady type person. The shamen tells my mom that the earth has swallowed my spirit and that "we", my mother and I, must return to the quick sand pit where upon she must ask for my spirit back. She does as she's told including offering a cigarette to the pit. The next day I snap out of my state. The wierd thing for me is that I remember faliing into quick sand. Only it wasn't in Bolivia but outside some park in Chicago. My mom and dad have a tone of wierd stories from the old country. My dad has one about fire spurting out of the ground on his families farm and his dad sticking a knife in the area and finding scraps of gold allegedly buried by the Incans.
I've got one, more surreal. We had a small terrier like dog, half Yorkie half Chihuaha that lived in the back yard of my house with a Rottweiler I had. Rottweiler was really calm, and they got along fine. Well one Saturday I wake up to my dad banging on my door telling me the neighbors dogs had broken into our yard killed him. I was crushed (was probably 12-13 at the time). Sure enough, the two larger dogs had busted through the fence and mauled him to death. They didn't mess with the Rott, but did manage to kill my little dog. It was a bright blue day out, only a few clouds in the sky and this is where it got wierd. My dad takes him out to the backyard by a big, leafy tree in the middle of our backyard to bury him. And I go with him. He digs a hole, and puts my dog in there, and then proceeds to fill the hole up with dirt. As he does this, it begins to rain. Only a few clouds in the sky, and it's raining all the while he's burying my dog. I looked at my dad and I'm like "Dad....?" to which he told me it was God's way of letting us know that he'd took him. As soon as he stops, the rain ceases. I got chills and to this day I'll never forget that surreal moment. One month later....I wake up at 3:00 AM to a lady yelling and screaming at our front door, banging against it. Thinking she was crazy, we all get up. Turns out, my next door neighbors house (the one that had killed our dog) was completely engulfed in flames and she was trying to wake us up because the roof of ours was beginning to catch. The wierd part? The reason she even saw the house up in flames was because her small dog, which looked unbelievably similar to our deceased dog, would not stop barking and she went to take him outside to calm him down, at which point she saw the flames. I still feel that my deceased dog somehow told that dog to wake us up...
Screw these scary stories.. I once stepped on my dad's used condom in my 'rent's room. It was yellow and wet.. and I picked it up. I was in middle school so I had no idea what it was. Didn't find out what it was till a few weeks later while I was surfing pr0n on the net. How's THAT for weird???
<br> hahahhahahahahha his story and then your comment afterwards... Oh the Lulz.... <br> <br> Btw, yeah that's really gross hahahah
HA I really thought he was talking about the animal - never crossed my mind that we talking about a baseball bat.
What happened to your friends who remained in Sri Lanka? BTW I was in Sri Lanka as well about 6 months before the Tsunami. I went to a place called Kandy. I heard it was under water for a while.
My Dad's story: My parents grew up in West Texas, and to visit family, would always have to drive the long boring drives between West Texas towns. My Dad said it was pretty early in their marriage and a fog settled over their highway in West Texas on a drive they were taking for Christmas. For those of you who don't know, often in the Winter, West Texas desert will get pretty thick fogs throughout the season. Anyways, it was about 2 AM and they were driving from Lubbock to El Paso. He said he was driving pretty slow because the fog was very thick. Coming out of a pass, on a very straight portion of highway, he notices dim flashing lights up ahead. Being a little punchy from driving for several hours, he gets a stange feeling about it. As he gets closer, the lights get brighter and brighter straight ahead. Since he can't see very well, he slows down to about 5 MPH. He describes it as a very strange experience because as he slowed down, he felt the car being "pulled" towards the lights. About 3 minutes into first spotting the lights, he stops his car completely, he's seriously getting freaked out. This is not too soon after reports of UFOs in New Mexico crashing and things. He's driving a standard and doesn't have his foot on the brakes and he said the car starts rolling towards the lights on its own. He can stop it with the brakes, but the car is definitely being pulled towards the lights. He's just about to completely turn around and go the other way when a figure looms out of the fog right next to his car and scares the crap out of him. Turns out to be a Highway Patrolman asking him why the heck it just took him 5 minutes to finally pull up to the car accident site. Apparently there had been a car accident in the fog and my Dad had been seeing the emergency vehicle lights reflecting in the fog for several miles. Also, in the fog, my Dad didn't notice he was actually going down a pretty steep incline on a straight-away for the last 3 minutes and that was what was "pulling" his car. He says that's what happens when you like sci fi alien stories and are driving at 2AM in West Texas.
I saw that coming. This is truly a great thread. Too bad I don't have anything close to as interesting as some of you. The weirdest things that happen to me are Deja Vu moments. It's been months since I got my last one but there have been times when I get them monthly or even weekly (on average) which, according to people I've asked, is pretty damn often. The sensation that I have been somewhere/seen something before...it's weird.
