Once, when I was a Dominos Pizza delivery driver back in the summer of '99, I got a delivery to an otherwise non-descript suburb of Deer Park. It was later on at night, not quite late enough for the crazies but late enough to be plenty dark outside. Turns out the street I had to deliver to had no street lights, or no working ones. Whole street was pitch dark. I went up to the door and rang the doorbell. No porch light on, no lights on inside. I have the sneaking suspicion someone either played on a joke on us or the person that took the order screwed up the address. No answer. I knock on the door with increasing force. Nothing. I kind of wander around the side of the house to see if I can hear anyone in the backyard or see if I can see any lights on. But again, the street is pitch dark and it is totally silent. Not even any dogs barking. I go back to the door, knock some more and then give up. I get back in my car and drive down the street. But I had had a bad night, tip-wise, and was really not in the mood to make another trip and return empty handed, so I talked myself into turning back around and trying again. This time I knocked REALLY loud and yelled out for anyone that could hear me. Finally, I hear some rustling inside and the door cracks open. None of the lights have been turned on still. This really menacing looking dude opens the door just enough to get his head out and looks at me. I ask him if he ordered some pizza and he hands me a check and I hand him the pizza. He never says a word. He ducks back inside, closes the door, and that's it. Still doesn't turn a light on, still no sound. It creeped me the hell out then, and still does today. I am convinced that there was some sort of weird **** going on there. My mind can supply any number of unseemly things that could have been going on that they had to clean up before they could risk opening the door for their pizza, but I generally try not to think about it.
I love reading things like this! Yoyo, your story is nuts!! Yikes. I don't really have any crazy stories to share... I barely can remember a nightmare I had last year...I was dreaming that a black figure was hovering over me on my bed and it was trying to smother me. I knew I was dreaming but I couldn't wake up... I tried so hard to wake up!! Finally, I woke up and I started crying because it was so terrifying. The past owner's daughter had committed suicide in the house and I have no idea where she killed herself. Mom would say that she would hear footsteps at night or any strange sounds once in a while. I don't know if we have a haunting! My dad has PLENTY stories of crazy things when he was living in Mexico. One of the few stories...He saw a little girl at the kitchen door outside when he was eating with his best friend. The best friend saw her too. He went outside to investigate but no sight of her. The back yard had high walls so there was no way the little girl could have left so quickly.
no one stayed my friend and I made a big enough stink to force everyone to stick to the original itinerary we had. we had some people who didnt want to stay because it would cost some extra money to do so.
My girlfriend said last night that I was putting my hands all in her shirt and panties while we were asleep. The funny thing is, I don't remember doing this but she says I did it last night. It's weird because I seriously do not remember trying to cop a feel of my girl while sleeping.
yeah i guess you can look it at like that, there was about 20 of us on that trip we've all remained close since then. we dont really talk about it too much since my friends in the group that were sri lankan did lose a lot of family that day so we dont really mention it too much at all amongst each other.
I'm told by my wife that I do this about once a week. I NEVER remember it, and I'm still not entirely sure I believe her.
Are you being serious because I really am. I mean she said this and I was like what? I mean I don't remember a thing about trying to get frisky last night. I'm just glad the dog didn't sleep with us last night.
I'm perfectly serious. She thinks it happens on nights when I am probably in the mood, but too tired to act on it, so my subconcious just goes ahead. Every once in a while, when I wake up in the morning, she'll tell me "You molested me last night." My usual response is "Well, maybe you needed molesting." But seriously, I never remember any of what she claims. But hearing that it happened to someone else makes me think she isn't just screwing with my head.
<br> whoa...that is freaky. Sounds like the type of place you would not want to mess with. Although, the fact that he gave you a check is weird in itself. I mean seriously, who gives a check to a pizza boy???
Well, to be honest, I don't remember if they paid by check or not. I suspect they did because I distinctly remember them not speaking a single word. If they had paid in cash, odds are I would have asked if they needed change or something to that effect.
