"mazda616" (mazda616)
10/31/2016 at 12:50 • Filed to: None
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"mazda616" (mazda616)
10/31/2016 at 12:50 • Filed to: None | 0
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Doesn’t have to be car related, but that’s welcomed since this is Oppo, after all.
I’ll start. My mom passed away from a ruptured blood clot in her leg when she was 40, on January 8, 2001. I was 11.
I lived with my emotionally abusive stepfather for a few years after that, because it was my mother’s wish. I have no idea why. Anyway, I digress.
A few days after mom died, I was upstairs playing with my Hot Wheels, as I almost always was. Suddenly, I heard my mom laugh. She had a very distinctive laugh, and I often heard it when I was upstairs while she was downstairs watching one of her favorite shows (Friends, Will & Grace, or Frasier). Her laugh was so real to me that day, that I actually went downstairs to look. Of course, the house was empty. But I wasn’t really creeped out. If anything, it made me feel better.
My stepfather told me later over dinner that he looked up from the table that morning and saw my mom sitting in our swing, looking out onto the fields and at the horses, as she often did. I grew up on a horse farm and the dining room windows of the house overlooked a tree, our swing (it was like a porch swing but built under the tree), and the fields where the horses grazed.
My stepfather said he looked up, saw her sitting there, blinked, and she was gone.
I was sort of hoping she’d come back and haunt him, but no dice.
I don’t really believe in ghosts per se, but I believe in spirits. I think maybe I was allowed to hear her laugh that day to let me know she was finally truly happy. Her marriage to my stepfather had taken a toll on her and I both, and I know she found happiness in the hereafter. I know others won’t agree with me, and that’s okay.
Anyway, how about some creepy stories that happened to you?!
Jcarr
> mazda616
10/31/2016 at 12:58 |
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I’ve experienced sleep paralysis a few times in my life. This one was by far the most terrifying:
It was spring break of my junior year in college. Myself and a few guys were in the process of moving from dorms on campus to a house off campus for our senior year. I came back from spring break a day early and decided to stay the night in our new (old) house because the dorms weren’t back open yet. My room in the house was on the second floor at the end of a hallway. The house was 80 or so years old and quite creaky.
I’m already a little creeped out before I go to be since I’m in a new, empty, house by myself.
Once I’m asleep I start having this very vivid dream and of course I’m sleep paralyzed so it feels like I’m awake and I can’t move. In my dream I’m laying the same bed in the same room on the same night. I hear someone/something very heavy slowly walk up the stairs, turn the corner and walk down the hall right to my door. Then I wake up.
Without question the scariest experience of my life.
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mazda616
> Jcarr
10/31/2016 at 12:59 |
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Man, that’d scare the crap out of me too. I have never experienced sleep paralysis. I’ve had dreams where I thought I was awake and then realized I wasn’t and then willed myself to wake up, but I’ve never experienced the “not able to move” feeling thankfully.
S65
> mazda616
10/31/2016 at 13:03 |
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Mine is lame af but I’ll post it anyways, once when I was a kid, I was playing in the woods when I felt a immense feeling of dread, obviously I ran out the woods and sprinted home.
My bird IS the word
> Jcarr
10/31/2016 at 13:24 |
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Fortunately I haven’t experienced that, but I did experience one of those “waking dream” post sleep hallucinations. woke up late on my weekend and it looked as if there was some black smoke coming from the top corner of the room towards my head. Scared the shit out of me but then it was gone.
camaroboy68ss
> mazda616
10/31/2016 at 13:38 |
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This story is from my telling me what I used to do as a toddler.
My moms older brother passed away years before I was born. No one in the talked about it ever(that I can remember). Now when I had just learned to talk, apparently I would sleep walk into my parents bedroom and tell my mom things about her brother that only she would know, like times they would go to concerts, etc. Basicallt stuff I should have never known. I of course have no recollection of this, but it still freaks my mom out to this day
Bourbon&JellyBeans
> mazda616
10/31/2016 at 14:21 |
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The house I’m living it was built in 1933, so it has had a long history that I know virtually nothing about. I was home alone one day just sitting on the couch with my laptop. Out of the blue, I hear running stomps coming from the upstairs go from what sounded like my bathroom to one of the bedrooms (these rooms are on opposite sides of the house). It was the sound of someone running upstairs. Pretty unmistakable. Not thinking, I called up to the sound believing it to be my girlfriend. “What are you running for?” No answer. It took my a few seconds to realize she wasn’t home. Then that sinking feeling hit me...what the fuck was that? Went upstairs with a big ass knife because I was sure someone was fucking around up there somehow. I have a shotgun that I keep hidden upstairs with a lock on the case and a trigger lock on the gun itself, but it still made me very nervous to not know who was up there or if they may have found it because you know what they say about bringing a knife to a gunfight. Never found anything. Didn’t strike me as a “boo, it’s a ghost” type of thing until after I went upstairs and found absolutely nothing.
EDIT: I just thought of another one that scared me even more.
Same house, almost a year before the above incident. Again I was home alone. At the time, my girlfriend wasn’t living with me. I had a roommate, but he wasn’t around. It was about 1am and I was just laying down to go to bed. Within 60 seconds of my head hitting the pillow, a heard the knocker on my front door. It’s a big brass thing (probably original) and it’s loud as all hell. Three. Loud. Knocks. Well after I finished smashing my head through the ceiling because I jumped so high, I thought, “Why would anyone knock on my door at 1am if it wasn’t an emergency.” So I get dressed and see who’s at the door. No one. I open the door and look up and down my street. Not a sign of anyone. It was one of those quiet, crickety, still nights. It gave me chills. I went back to bed and forgot about it for a little while.
Then one day a few weeks later I was having drinks with my roommate. I said, “You know, weirdest thing happened a few weeks ago while you were gone. Someone knocked at the door at like 1am and no one was there by the time I got to the door.” He said, “You fucking lie.” No, not lying... “The same thing happened to me not long ago while you weren’t here.” I couldn’t believe it, so I asked, “What did it sound like?” “It was three knocks with the knocker, loud as shit. And way past midnight, too.” At that point I realized the same exact thing had happened to him. Never happened again, but it was definitely one for the books.
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Bourbon&JellyBeans
> S65
10/31/2016 at 14:37 |
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Something similar - I was on an ATV a couple miles into the woods by my house (at the time) when I stopped for a pee. Stopped my ATV, cut the engine, went about my business. As I finished up, I heard, clear as day, music. But the music didn’t seem to be coming from any direction in particular. It was like the trees were all playing it at once. The music sounded old, like old bebop or something. It only lasted for a brief moment. Like maybe 5 seconds. I looked around very much confused. I took my helmet off and listened. Nothing but your normal forest sounds. But just as I did that, I felt an overwhelming sense that I was not alone. I got back on my ATV and hauled ass out of there. I don’t think I’ve ever ridden through those woods faster than I did that day. Never went back either.
BritishLeyland
> mazda616
10/31/2016 at 15:48 |
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“Body by Plymouth, soul by Satan”