one time i met this chick at a club. i took her home and we had sex. i woke up in a tub full of ice and my kidney was gone.
I've had a few weird things happen in my day and I'll get to them here in time, but your story reminded me of something rather weird (to me, at least): If I were into these groups of people, I'd get laid all the time: Gay men, large black women, and older (45+) women whose husbands don't pay attention to them anymore and/or are having a mid-life crisis of some sort. I've also had more than my share of lesbians tell me they'd "go straight" for me in a heart beat. That'd be kool and the gang....if they weren't butch. Now, I usually take the above as a compliment....but I'm not into them at ALL. Those groups LOVE me. They'll blatantly hit on me. I have no idea what that's all about. Its the strangest thing. If this happened with the younger female hotties I'd be a happy man.
how did you know your kidney was gone? oh right.. she wrote that on your mirror... then you called 911..
so back in dec 2004 a bunch of my indian and sri lankan friends and I went to india to do a sight seeing trip of the various temples around in south india up to central india. we had a crazy flight schedule but it saved us each substantial money to stop at like 5 different countries before actually landing in india. the last leg of our trip was in sri lanka we landed a day before christmas there and were going to spend a night there. we had a flight leaving the next day to india but on the flight there a bunch of people wanted to try to change their flight and leave sri lanka a few days later so they can spend christmas in sri lanka and see around there a little bit. About a 1/3 of the group was sri lankan so they really wanted to to check out the country. I was on the fence about it, i didnt really mind either way it was going to cost a little more of course but we were going to take a vote on it. Our Hotel was literally on the coast it was awesome, they were little cottages on the coast I could walk to the water in about a minute from the door of my place. So that night I had a dream and it there was a picture of a Hindu deity (one that is in my room at home) and it kept telling me to get to india as soon as possible over and over. I woke up and kind of shrug it off as a lack of proper sleep, but as soon as I went back to bed again I had the same dream exactly the same. I woke up this time and felt that it was some sort of message and that I was going to leave for india the next day as scheduled regardless if everyone else stayed. The next day when we all were eating breakfast about half of us were wanting to stay until the 29th (it would be the cheapest to change our flight to that day) but my friend and I kept insisting to leave that evening like our original itinerary had. Most people were against it but my friend and I were super insistent on leaving right away. I told my friends that I was leaving regardless and that I would just stay at my aunt place until they landed on the 29th. My other friend said the same thing (which was weird because I had never seen her so insistent about anything) but everyone else agreed to go but they werent too happy about it since we had agreed to a set itinerary months ago and that we should stick to it. On the flight over I asked my friend why she was so insistent on leaving like I was and she said she had a dream where her dad (who had passed away the previous year) told her to leave for india asap. I told her I had a similar dream and we both freaked each other out but didnt tell anyone else in our group. so we landed in india christmas evening. The next day the tsunami hit sri lanka when we were returning back to the states we had another stop in sri lanka for about 10 hours we went out to where our hotel was. It was completely gone, debris all over but there was no evidence that a hotel even existed there. had we stayed no way I would be here typing this story up thats for sure. never been freaked out like that in my life my gf at the time who wanted to stay in sri lanka was just in tears when she saw what had happened and what could have happened if we stayed
When I was about 8-9 years old, two friends and I were playing around in my backyard, about ten in the morning. To our complete astonishment (like standing there, mouths hanging open, speechless), a spinning silver disc (at least it appeared to be spinning), with some small glittering lights came out of the sky at an angle, and spent almost ten minutes hovering over us at 15-20 feet. We stared at it, stared at each other, and kept looking at it. Suddenly, it rose up to about 75 feet and then sped off at an angle, at incredible speed, quickly disappearing. I still know the two friends, although we can go several years before seeing each other. On different occasions, one of us has brought that morning up. All three of us vividly remember it, to the last detail. And that's strange, because while I do have memories from that period of time in my life, few have stood out as clearly as that one. If I were to pick up the phone right now and call one of them, they would describe it the same way, to the last detail. It was around 3 feet across.
Once, I was tripping. A bat and I were talking finance. He gave me a bunch of stock tips, and had really elaborate things to say about each. None of them panned out though, it was weird. He sounded so trustworthy.
My Calc teacher told us a ghost story. He told me his grandfather lived in Kansas and he visited his old home one day long after his grandfather's death. He was walking around the rubble seeing it was an old shed/house and he went into the bathroom. all the sudden, he felt a cold chill on his back and he heard his grandfather say "You better watch your back son". and then he ran out and crapped his pants. lol
I have a story to beat them all. My senior of college my two roommates and I had probably the strangest/funniest thing happen to us I have ever heard of. Like, CollegeHumor.com and beyond level funny. We had a 2 BR, 2 bathroom apartment in the school's apartment building. Basically you open the front door, there's the kitchen to the left, a bathroom to the right then a small hallway straight ahead with two bedroom doors. Straight ahead was my one roommate's room. To the right was myself & my other roommate's (die-hard Dallas fan ) bedroom with a bathroom attached to that only accessible by opening our BR door. Here's the story: it's about 3 AM, i'm down in the basement doing laundry, my one roommate is asleep in his BR and my other roommate is in the living room sleeping on the couch. While I was in the basement doing laundry some drunk, fat girl came stumbling into our apartment, walked passed the immediate bathroom and preceded to enter my BR and walk into the attached bathroom to pass out/do other things. So I walked into my room, saw the bathroom door was closed with the light on and just assumed one of my roommates was in there taking care of business. Didn't think anything of it. Started folding my laundry then heard my roommate's cell phone ringer going off in the bathroom. I thought that was a bit strange since I heard his ringer going off, nobody answering it and knew he was in the living room sleeping. I peeked into the living room, noticed he was still there sleeping and noticed his phone on the coffee table right next to him. I opened up the bathroom door (not locked) and this is EXACTLY what I saw: This girl was completely passed out on the toilet. Not only that, she was hugging one of my towels that she PUKED into on her lap and she S*** on the bathroom floor! Yes, she pooped on the bathroom floor. Mind you, not only was I completely bamboozled by this but not one of my roommates or myself had one f'n clue who this girl was! After this gruesome discovery I basically started yelling at her to get up and get the hell out of my apartment. Her response? "Go away!", "F*** U", "I'm sleeping". By that point I was ready to kill her. I picked up a broom and started poking her with it. Her reaction? Puked some more --- this time on my bathtub, shampoo bottle, etc. I was ready to kill her so I woke up all my roommates, went next door to tell my neighbors (girls) and finally down to get our RA. Luckily, my RA and my neighbors handled the situation and most of the clean up. Afterward, I gave her the loving nickname the "Poop Phantom" and to this day she has yet to apologize to us or anything. But don't worry, I have her phone number I got through a friend and every once in a while we'll prank call her or i'll drop her a "POOP PHANTOM" Facebook message to see if I can bait a response out of her. Looking back now it's more hilarious than disgusting but believe me, if you were there that night.....
baller4life, that picture is epic and i commend your wherewithal in the heat of a moment like this, to think to take that image. only so many times in a man's life will he be handed brilliance, he must document it. also, have to ask. if you look at the image, on the floor, by her foot, brown.. that's couldn't possibly be.. but has to be.. is it really? epic image and tall tale.
I don't understand Ouija boards at all. All the videos I've seen, there is no evidence that the people aren't moving the triangle thing with their hands...
Ok, I think this is pretty damn strange. My girl would always tell me that she thought our old house (that we just moved out of last week) was haunted. She always felt like someone was watching her and just generally had an uneasy feeling there. So one night she had a dream that I was standing in the doorway to our bedroom, and there was a dark figure standing next to me. In her dream, the person next to me was telling me to kill her. Over and over they kept saying "kill her." Now here is where it gets scary. Immediately after waking the next morning, before she had ever told me about this dream or we had said anything to each other, the first thing I say to her is "I think we should get a gun. I don't know why, but I felt like someone was in the house last night." Her face turned completely pale and she went on to tell me about her dream. Needless to say, we were both Bonus. For whatever reason we were taking some pics last week of our last couple days in that house. I asked her to take a picture of me, and I just happened to be standing in that same doorway to our bedroom. Whether it's BS or not, there are clearly "orbs" in this pic: Pic
Haha, thanks. Well, to be fair this incident lasted roughly two hours. After the initial shock, disgust and "Is this really happening?" feelings digested we started lightening up a bit, cracking jokes and taking some funny pictures. Yes, that strange brownish substance on the floor is exactly what you're thinking it is. Not only that, I guess she did her business on the floor then dropped her purse on top of it. To say the least, there was more there than you can see.
Yoyo....that story is amazing. I got chills reading it. I just read it to my girlfriend and it freaked her out too. So glad that you made it out of there safely.
