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Read some of the Gawker/Adequate Man horror stories, any other Oppos also have to deal with Sleep Paralysis like me? Share your real creepy stories with us!
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One time I smelled a fart, but nobody farted.
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The creepiest thing that happened to me was actually entirely by coincidence. On Thanksgiving in 2013 I was outside the house my family had gone to for dinner and I was walking around outside at night. For some reason, I got this weird feeling, like someone famous would die soon and it kept permeating throughout the night. I don’t know why, but I had a feeling some famous person would bite it.
Then two days later, it was November 30th, the day Paul Walker suffered his fatal car crash. It was scary that I had that feeling, and two days later, it came true. It was some serious Final Destination shit.
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I had just climbed into a 2012 Honda Civic. I was all set to drive it to Safeway for some bread.
I started the engine.
I climbed up the revs.
2,000... 3,000... 4,000... 5,000...
Nothing.
To my horror...
!!! UNKNOWN CONTENT TYPE !!!
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When I was about 4, my mom was tucking me in for the night and over her shoulder, at the edge of my bed, I saw my grandfather smiling at me. The next morning I learned he died in his sleep.
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...That was me.
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Was it not you?
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No, that’s the scary part.
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EASE OFF THE TACO BELL SHITDAMNIT.
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One time I was chased by a ghost bear.
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Sleep paralysis bros!
My worst sleep paralysis story was I woke up on my front once, and it felt like someone was straddling my back. Then I heard a demonic girl’s voice whisper in my ear “time to play”. Nearly shat myself.
In terms of real story, this one comes from someone I knew who was a social worker at the old Humber River Regional Hospital’s psychiatry building. A little known fact about the child-youth portion of the building was formerly a maternity ward, before the building was dedicated solely for mental health. Anyway, apparently every once in a while, they’d have kids come out of their rooms in the middle of the night, complaining that they were hearing babies crying.
Not super creepy, but could you imagine working there and having that happen to you? Fuck that.
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NO I LIKE TACO BELL!!
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YEAH WELL MY NOSE CAN’T HANDLE ANY MORE TACO BELL.
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My family owns a funeral home. I spend most of my free time in it. I am the lord high skeptic when it comes to ghosts and hauntings, but this place is hella haunted.
Case in point, us searching the building basement to attic because dad thought he saw someone run up the stairs is a monthly occurrence. As is him constantly going downstairs because he hears one of the exterior doors slamming shut. I’ve heard dad moving things around in his (third floor) office for a good hour only to have him call me and say he’s on his way back after being gone all day.
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I’ve only had sleep paralysis once, no hallucinations or creepy stuff but it scared the everloving shit out of me because I thought I was legitimately paralyzed. I fell asleep on a Transatlantic flight with my head resting on my arms on the tray table and when I woke up I couldn’t move anything, and since my eyes was in the crook of my arm all I saw was black. I seriously thought I had a stroke or an aneurysm or something. No idea how long I was like that (maybe twenty minutes since it was during descent; surprisingly no one yelled at me to ‘wake’ me up or tell me to put the tray table up or anything) but the only thing that ‘woke’ me up was the bump when the plane touched down on the runway. It was fucking terrifying.
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My mom passed away in January 2001, when I was 11. A few weeks later, I was upstairs and heard her downstairs laughing - as she often did while watching “Friends” or “Frasier.”
My step-father, who was emotionally and mentally abusive to my mother and (and me) and was not fond of her (or me) to say the least (I digress), said he looked up from the dinner table soon after that and saw my mom sitting in the porch swing watching the horses and the sunset as she often did.
Wish she’d have haunted him more. And in scarier ways.
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My wife and I went to see a medium one time because a friend was hosting a fundraiser thing. She lead everyone through a self-meditation and had us picture certain things. First she had us picture a dog wearing a hat. Then she had us picture a field with a gazebo. She then told us to picture a loved one who had passed and to picture them meeting us in the gazebo. I pictured my late uncle who had just passed. The medium instructed us to ask the person we pictured a question.
At this point I got bored. So I told my uncle I was picturing to do something stupid like shut off the lights and freak everybody out. I pictured him saying “alright” and getting up and leaving the gazebo. I ignored what the medium was saying and started picturing the dog in the hat again in my head.
Then the light over the table I was sitting shut off. It was the only light in the room to shut off. I looked around the room at all of the light switches. No one was standing up, everyone was sitting at their tables doing the exercise. They were not motion sensor switches. The light turned back on.
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In my senior year of high school we had to do a senior service project that involved 50 hours of community service, I went to a Jesuit school and they’re big on that sorta stuff. I ended up choosing to do my volunteer time at a hospice. In each patient’s room there were two of those red cords with the red plastic caps that patients can pull to page nurses in case of an emergency, one by the bed and one by the toilet. When the cord is pulled, and it takes a little bit of effort to do so, it alerts the nurse as to which room and which location the cord was pulled in. One evening I was doing rounds with one of the nurses when her pager went off. The location was in the bathroom of a patient’s room a little ways down the hall. Only problem, apart from a potential emergency, was that that particular patient had passed away in her bed that morning and her body had been taken away around 11AM. There’s no way any of the other nurses or patients could have made it in and out of there to pull the cord as a prank without us seeing them, and there was nobody in the room when we went in. That was pretty damn creepy.
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I occasionally experience sleep paralysis. My most terrifying was the summer before my senior year in college. My friends and I had just moved into a big, old off campus house. One night I was the only one in town and thus the only one in the house. My room was on the top floor at the end of a hallway. In the middle of the night I have an incredibly vivid sleep paralysis dream. In it I am laying in my bed, unable to move and I can hear heavy footsteps slowly come up the stairs and down the hall, right to my bedroom door. I woke up right as “it” got to my door. Needless to say, I was absolutely terrified.
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TERRIFYING!
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Egad. That sounds rough!
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*spooky voice*
...kinja...
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No kidding, it was especially freaky because I had no idea what sleep paralysis was at the time so I went like a week in a foreign country (with no Internet so I could Google it) wondering why the hell I had a temporary stroke lol. I can laugh about it now but like I said it was terrifying at the time.