““And I thought I was the only one who doubted that story.””
“Kellyc” wasn’t saying he doubted the story. Sounded more like he was saying the surf story sucked.
when i was about 10 some jerk living next to the local primary school decided to start shooting kids with an air rifle, i got shot in the face just below my eye, the metal pellet lodged its self in my cheek bone, its bled alot a few other kids where shot at. It was one of those scary what the hell is going on moments
[quote]chinadoll wrote:
The few days before my brother died, he was a true t-man, quite the large guy, and afraid of nothing. He and my sister were sitting in the kitchen and she said he startled and turned white. She asked, “what’s wrong?” He told her he saw the reflection of a man wearing shorts walking behind him, he turned around and looked, and the man disappeared into the hallway. He was so afraid, that he went into his room and laid down, and my sister thought it was so freaky that he was so terrified- he never ever did this ever in our lives. My sister wanted to get a clergyman to the house, thinking it was haunted.
That same day, my brother was having some weird pains in his left arm, but refused to go to the doctor, saying he would just massage it. My sister was still upset because she and my brother were saying they felt the presence of that man in the house.
A couple days later, my brother died. Weird. A few weeks after he died, we suddenly remembered about the presence/entity or person in the house. The entity and feeling of presence were not in the house anymore.
My mom had my brother when she was very young, and my grandfather and grandmother adopted him, but we all lived together growing up, so he was raised by my grandparents and my parents (sorry if this sounds weird, it’s one of those cultural things). We wondered if it was grandpa. The night my brother died, I had a weird dream that my grandmother and some angel came and met him where he died on the beach, and that “dream” never left me. [/quote]
[quote]Professor X wrote:
I was ten years old and the house we were living in was pretty small. However, I still had my own room. I remember there was one spot in the house in the hall way that I hated walking past. Every time I would get that “electricity” feeling that you sense when someone cuts on a television. I only mention it because one night, I woke up in the dark and could see a man in a sweater standing in my room next to me. I couldn’t see his face but I knew it wasn’t my dad so I started screaming. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up and my dad came running into the room flipping the lights on. There was no one there and I am sure if he even remembers it, he still thinks I was just dreaming. I still don’t know if I was or not.[/quote]
CUH-REEEEPY
actually x’s is creepy… china yours is kinda sweet if you consider that it may have been loved ones ushering your brother to the other side…
One day, when I was around 10, my Dad and I had gone to the grocery store. After the grocery store we had to stop by the bank. As my Dad was making a left turn across traffic into the bank the passenger side door, where I was sitting swung open and I was not wearing my seatbelt. Consequently the car heaved me out of my seat and into the street, but on my way out somehow I grabbed ahold of the door handle and landed on my knees.
My Dad, who was unable to stop at all, was forced to keep driving with his son dragging on the pavement, the whole time screaming “HOLD ON!” When we finally stopped my knees were a bloody mess and I was kinda pissed at my Dad for not stopping. I later realize that had he stopped, with oncoming traffic on its way and may have been killed or if I had not grabbed the handle, I would have rolled into oncoming traffic.
Funny thing is it was all my fault. While my Dad ran into the grocery store to rent a movie, I sat for a few minutes. Then I decided to go in and see if I could rent a game. Just as I pulled up on the handle, I seen my Dad and decided against it. But I didn’t know what I had done had completely unlatched the door. I was 10 and it was a old car and I had to push on the doors to open them. That explains my old man’s grays.
[quote]beebuddy wrote:
““And I thought I was the only one who doubted that story.””
“Kellyc” wasn’t saying he doubted the story. Sounded more like he was saying the surf story sucked.[/quote]
Right. The surf story sucks. There probably wern’t any dangerous sharks with in miles. I used to free-dive the area in the middle of the night and I only saw one scary shark.
Hanging by the door of the car… now that’s a good story
[quote]kellyc wrote:
Right. The surf story sucks. There probably wern’t any dangerous sharks with in miles. I used to free-dive the area in the middle of the night and I only saw one scary shark.
Hanging by the door of the car… now that’s a good story[/quote]
Considering my dad had a fishing buddy that was killed by a white shark while urchin diving off the neighboring island of San Miguel. I feel that I have the full right to be scarred shitless by a long paddle in the dark. In hindsight this story was not nearly as impressive/life threatening as the rest. But it still freaked me out.
And it’s generally not the ones you see that get you.
While living in N.Ireland me and my father were in downtown Belfast, moseying along we were minding our own business and there was a HUGE explosion, within a 1/4 mile at least my dad grabbed me and dragged me into a diner we used to frequent that had these really big ulster fryes. He took me into a corner booth and stuck me under the table and just sat there. There were then several gun shots that went off that were even closer. That was kinda scary.
My brother went to Wallace Grammer school and behind it there was an army barracks during a rugby game where the pitch is right beside the barracks a big ass explosion went off, alot of the school windows broke, and the game stopped, 5 mins later they resumed (funny irish fuckers)turns out there was an abnormally large car bomb stuck on a jeep by the IRA. That was another oh shit moment. However I never really was scared.
[quote]mrdav2u wrote:
chinadoll wrote:
actually x’s is creepy… china yours is kinda sweet if you consider that it may have been loved ones ushering your brother to the other side…
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Or someone ill-intending taking him. Depends how you look at it.
[quote]Professor X wrote:
I was ten years old and the house we were living in was pretty small. However, I still had my own room. I remember there was one spot in the house in the hall way that I hated walking past. Every time I would get that “electricity” feeling that you sense when someone cuts on a television. I only mention it because one night, I woke up in the dark and could see a man in a sweater standing in my room next to me. I couldn’t see his face but I knew it wasn’t my dad so I started screaming. I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up and my dad came running into the room flipping the lights on. There was no one there and I am sure if he even remembers it, he still thinks I was just dreaming. I still don’t know if I was or not.[/quote]
Just curious Prof X, do you personally have an explanation for this (religious, scientific, whatever)?
VIET NAM
When I was about 9 me and my brother had this game where we would jump off the back of our moms minivan, grab the handle and ride it down.
So we were finishing unloading the groceries and my brother jumps for the handle with my mom under the door (Think early 90’s dodge caravan, door went straight up) the metal corner went into her forehead, and, as you know, those wounds bleed alot.
So yea, seeing my mom bleeding like crazy may seem bitch to you but I was 9, heh.
Most recent brush with death -
Last month, walking the pack ice that forms along the windward shore of Lake Michigan. This is a 25 foot thick sheet of ice, going out about 100 feet into the lake. I’d been standing at the edge, watching chunks break off and float back into the lake from which they had been born. Beautiful, sublime.
On the walk back, I’d mistakenly chosen a path across some ice that had already melted quite a bit. And I fell through…
Survival reflexes kicked in though, and shifted my center of gravity forward. So I only fell just enough to dip my nards in freezing water, with my upper body laid out across the top of that ice.
I crawled back to shore, laughing my frosty ass off at such absuridty. Idiot didn’t even know how close he’d gotten to temporary archealogical burial under 25 feet of the cold stuff.
Time: 1999 Location: somewhere in Southern California
I was taking a quick break from my weekend job at Pizza Hut. My buddy (Mike) and I walked across the shopping center to the Chevron gas station to get some smokes. My buddy is a local gang member of my hometown’s neighboring city. I really didn’t care though, I didn’t “bang”, he was a guy I would get drugs from (great connection) and we became close. Anyways, once were within 15 feet or so from the gas station a car pulled up on us with the quickness. About 3 or 4 guys jumped out. A few had bats or clubs. They started approaching us, mainly talking shit to Mike. I was like WTF? Actually, it’s been about 7 years and I don’t quite remember what I was thinking or how much fear I had, but it wasn’t too much fear. What I do remember thinking was that I was about to get fucked up. My friend Mike quickly informed them that I’m not involved that I was just a co-worker with him and they said something cool like “we’ll catch you on the rebound punk!”, and they hopped in their car and boned out. From them pulling up on us to the point that they left was like 20-30 seconds. Quick. I was relieved.
We keep walking to the gas station to get those now much needed smokes when we see the same car turn the corner like they’re leaving and the guy sitting shotgun leans out the window and starts shooting a little .22 at us. We’re at the gas station no less, I thought the place was going to blow up! Anyway, I hear a bullet go right over my head and I hit the floor and I see my buddy hit the floor. Probably like 4-7 rounds were fired at us. That was a little scarier than seeing 3-4 guys with bats.
Flash forward like 2-3 months.
After work 2 co-workers and myself were going to get some food after work. One of the co-workers was Mike. There was Driver, Mike, Kir Dog (that’s me), and an ‘84 4 banger (4 cylinders) Mustang that was slow as hell. I sat in the back, gangsta Mike sat shot-gun and Driver…well he drove the car. So we were driving down the road, attempting to reach our destination of Jack in the Box. We found ourselves at a red light waiting to turn left. A brand new SUV pulls along side of us. Who was in the SUV you ask? Well the same guys from the gas station incident (actually some of the guys, same gang). Gangsta’ Mike flashes them his bullshit gang sign and Driver and I look at each other like WTF! He just got us in a world of shit. So the light turns green, we go and the SUV cuts off a bunch of cars and starts chasing us. Driver pulled off a few crazy stunts to try a daring escape but the Mustang (piece of shit 4 banger) that we’re in stands no chance of pulling away from a V-8 SUV (brand spankin’ new!). So now we’re heading down a vacated industrial street at like 11pm on a Friday night and this SUV is gaining on us. For the life of me I can’t remember what I was thinking, but I do remember having no fear…yet. The approaching SUV is now like 20-30 feet from us and merged into the oncoming traffic lane. Driver sees something in his side mirror that he doesn’t like (shiny object sticking out of the SUV reflecting off of the street lights) and slams on the brakes just in time. The SUV passes us. As the SUV passes us like 4-5 shots are fired at us, 2-3 hit the car and the rest fly over the car. Driver makes a 3-point turn and we get the hell out of there. When we get home, we check out the damage to the car. There’s a few bullet holes that went through the door’s first layer of metal and got stuck inside of the door because of an extra plate of metal on the inside of the door. The bullets were 9mm.
I’m pretty thankful that the driver (my friend for nearly 20 years) hit the brakes when he did. I was in the back and probably would have taken some shots to the back of my head. I have sometimes wondered what if scenarios. What if we ran out of gas or crashed. The SUV could pull along side of us, gotten out and slaughtered us. Me being in the back seat leaves me with the least probability of escape since the car was a 2 door.
Good times.
[quote]KombatAthlete wrote:
mrdav2u wrote:
chinadoll wrote:
actually x’s is creepy… china yours is kinda sweet if you consider that it may have been loved ones ushering your brother to the other side…
Or someone ill-intending taking him. Depends how you look at it.[/quote]
mrdav, kombat~
I sure hope it was our loved ones. My brother did missionary work, was a volunteer guitar teacher for his church and deeply loved God. I’m hoping that these were signs of his good karma. Prof X’s experience is kinda scary.
When I was in the 4th grade, I was on the student counsel so stayed late after school many days. One day after I stayed late, I was walking home from school by myself, without many children around. An adult guy was parked along the sidewalk, and called to me to come to his car and give him directions. I came up to the passenger side of his car where the window was open and he was sporting an erection and touching it. He tried to grab me and I jumped back and ran home. I told my mom but she thought I was seeing things and dismissed what I was saying.
A few weeks later, my down the street neighbor told me his 8 year old girl cousin who lived with them was called to a man’s car, he grabbed hold of her and dragged her, and assaulted her. She had bad injuries and was in the hospital.
A little over a year ago, before I or any of my friends could drive…
I was at a friends house drinking for his birthday, (which means we wouldnt have been driving anyway…) and the end of the night came. I was sleeping over, but I walked Kristen home. After about two blocks of walking, Kristen pointed out that a car was following us. We kept a close eye, and a few blocks later, I dropped Kristen off at her house. I told her to lock her doors and windows and go up to her room and dont touch any of the lights with her phone in hand.
Anyway, I left back for my friends house and I noticed the car again. I started running in the direction of the kids house, and a few seconds later the car drove up next to me and cut me off. I dodged it and started sprinting. There were a few kids chasing me for a block. I swear I’ve never run so fast in my life.
They ran back to the car to follow me again, but by the time they ran back to the car, and then cought up with me again, I was slamming on the door of my friends house. The car pulled up in front of the house and the kids got out with bats and started walking towards me. My friend opened the door, and yelled to my other friends to come to the door. The kids ran back in the car and drove off.
It turns out the kids were from the town over jumping kids because of some arguement over some weed at one of their parties with a dirtbag from my town. These kids had jumped two other kids and hospitalized them that night.
We were stupid enough not to try to get the liscense plate of the car.
[quote]Harley_63 wrote:
I bought a car in San Fran and last week drove it Back to Canada, While crossing the Summit of the Mountains around lake Tahoe, with about 4 inches of slush on the road, performed 2, 360’s and ended up sliding backwards on the interstate while 2 semis stared me down in the face. It was like “Planes Trains and Automobiles”
I evenually came to a stop without damage, but reahed 100 percent of my maximun heartrate for about 20 minutes.
It was all worth it however, bought one of my favorite cars.[/quote]
Last summer I was driving my Mustang out to see my girlfriend at college and it was raining. My tires at the time were completely balled which I was unaware of. So I’m curising at 75ish and out of no where I hydoplaned did a 360 and was rolling backwords about 60 feet from a semi coming straight at me, I did 1 more 360 that took me off of the thurway and into the median which was all grass, luckily I missed those metal light relecters that were in the ground ever 50 feet or so but the thing that really scared me even more was I almost slid into oncoming traffic on the other side, my front left tire was on the pavement of the opposite side of traffic.
When I was about 6 years old, my dad used to be a commercial fisherman that would sell shrimp and fish he caught at “The Boatyard Village” in St. Petersburg, Florida. My mom and dad had been split up at for a few months then and I used to spend the weekends with my dad while he was selling seafood from his docked boat. Being a hyper little 6 year old (with a bowl cut and a rat tail by the way), I used to spend A LOT of time running around and causing trouble.
This particular day, I thought it would be fun to jump back and forth between the boat and dock repeatedly until my dad yelled at me to stop because it was dangerous and then continue doing it about 10 minutes later.
Well after doing it for about 2 hours on and off I finally slipped and missed the dock and hit my head right on the wooden beams of dock and got knocked out and fell right into the water. My dad had seen me do this and dropped what he was doing and went flat on his stomach and reached into the water and pulled me up by rat tail and the rest of my hair. I was passed out cold for about 3 minutes and he was fixin’ to take me to the hospital until I woke up screaming with blood on shirt
I still have a scar directly across my forehead from it to this day, I probably would still have the rat tail too if my dad hadn’t pulled most of it out trying to save my life.
FT
[quote]xalfred wrote:
Harley_63 wrote:
I bought a car in San Fran and last week drove it Back to Canada, While crossing the Summit of the Mountains around lake Tahoe, with about 4 inches of slush on the road, performed 2, 360’s and ended up sliding backwards on the interstate while 2 semis stared me down in the face. It was like “Planes Trains and Automobiles”
I evenually came to a stop without damage, but reahed 100 percent of my maximun heartrate for about 20 minutes.
It was all worth it however, bought one of my favorite cars.
What kind of car was it?
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Its quite a car…without getting into the specifics or tooting my horn here…
Its a 2000 m roadster, that has been meticuliously modified to include a vortech supercharger and aftercooler… and a bunch of other stuff developing 430 HP.
[quote]naughtybox wrote:
Harley_63 wrote:
I bought a car in San Fran and last week drove it Back to Canada, While crossing the Summit of the Mountains around lake Tahoe, with about 4 inches of slush on the road, performed 2, 360’s and ended up sliding backwards on the interstate while 2 semis stared me down in the face. It was like “Planes Trains and Automobiles”
I evenually came to a stop without damage, but reahed 100 percent of my maximun heartrate for about 20 minutes.
It was all worth it however, bought one of my favorite cars.
Last summer I was driving my Mustang out to see my girlfriend at college and it was raining. My tires at the time were completely balled which I was unaware of. So I’m curising at 75ish and out of no where I hydoplaned did a 360 and was rolling backwords about 60 feet from a semi coming straight at me, I did 1 more 360 that took me off of the thurway and into the median which was all grass, luckily I missed those metal light relecters that were in the ground ever 50 feet or so but the thing that really scared me even more was I almost slid into oncoming traffic on the other side, my front left tire was on the pavement of the opposite side of traffic.
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Thats so similar…hydroplaneing is bad…you feel so helpless and abused