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Mine might have been that I was waiting for my driving instructor to turn up for a lesson and I turned the radio to find out he had been murdered and his son who killed him crashed the car I was learning to drive in while trying to do a runner |
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That's pretty bizarre. --- What I found bizarre is when I learned that one then-friend of mine - who I had liked for his "open-mindedness" - had been in prison for 2 years for being part of child pornography ring and had shared pictures of 8 year old children getting raped. It was also pretty bizarre when one girl, who I had enjoyed a few coffees with, killed herself and her two children a short while later. .. I remember looking at her fingers rolling cigarettes. Little did I know that those fingers would kill 3 people a while later. |
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fucking hell, yes I know a woman who drown her daughter, it was totally out of the blue, it was very harrowing |
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I emailed brian may from queen a email once, I remember what it was but he responded, that was weird |
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Thats like the twilight zone. id be so freqd out. |
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mine was, when i got woken up and was being told that i just missed the orgy in the swimming pool, which was before i punched an old, quite famous man in the back because he wanted me to. in between i took a lil road trip in a golf car, high on booze and weed and got lost, which made me wander through the empty streets of a big american city and finally find myself in this institution with a huge hangover, that got cured by taking a walk with isabella rossellini and her dog in the forrest. also a lil lady which makes a lot of money with painting on naked people these days, gave me a blow job in the basement of alec baldwins holiday home. she had the hugest tits i have ever seen in my life… it was a bizarre month |
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dude, that. is. hard. to. digest |
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Welt made me think of the Relay. A small local watering hole where I used to hang out. Out of the six of us who used to meet up there (there where 3 tables maximum) two died, and another is in prison for the murder of two people. No, he didn’t murder the other two! I stopped going. Honestly, and I’m sure it’s the same for us all: I have tons of very strange things that have happened to me. I don’t know where to start. |
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are you a celeb of some description? |
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do you have a positive one? |
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I took a picture of a ghost in my home and a few weeks later my ex wife who is into tarot cards and who communicates with ghosts, told me he was looking at us, chilling... Was a precious time, love my life! |
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did you find out what sort of ghost it was, and why it was haunting you house? |
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she just said he was here looking at us, he was not harmful or whatever. I like that ghost. He also ran the tap water by itself not long ago. It's mostly the fact that me and my ex wife are still friends and that she helps me with her predictions that's so cool. Funny also how she got distracted as we were in the cards sessions, she suddenly said, BTW the ghost is just here :) Love it |
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perhaps he was thirsty, are you going to leave the ghost a mince pie and a sherry out for Christmas? |
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Christmas is my birthday (for real) so I expect him to present me !!! We will chill around a ouija board summoning other ghosts of the neihborhood. |
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A lot, and they’re not quantifiable. I once went to bed (sober may I add) and once I had put the light off noticed from the corner of my eye a very odd face with tentacles on it. It was half Ganesh half vilain from pirates of the Caribbean. I looked at it, expecting it to disappear, but it stayed. I looked away and yet every time i looked back it was there. I got up to turn the light on on, not even daring to look, and needless to say as I got back into bed and looked: it was there. So I decided not to be scared, not to worry, and to look at it. I remember thinking that no special effects could manage such a feat. The face was morphing continuously, eyes, mouth, the trunks and tentacles. It had a beige like skin tone, and I could not work out what it wanted me to understand from it’s presence. I understood quickly that although it’s appearance and crazy morphing would have freaked out most people, it was not malevolent. After what seemed like 25 minutes I fell asleep. I woke up, and this is when I freaked out! I was not in my home. I instantly felt I was below ground, in a basement maybe. There were no windows. I was in a red, circular shaped bed, and weirdly the walls were entirely covered in wooden clothes pegs. I panicked, and my first thinking was that I must have partied and end up somewhere weird. I worried that i must have lost my dog, because by then I remembered going to bed and seeing that “thing”. My mind was racing but I was reassured as I went to feel if my dog was in the bed and that he was. I started to calm down and wondered why the fuck the walls were covered in clothes pegs to such a degree that you couldn’t see the wall itself. I went to touch a peg and just then the pegs disappeared and I soon realised I was in my room. Wtf. I noticed something was different though: the door was shut. I went to the door to open it and it was locked. The key was not in the door. I started to panic a bit because from the inside there was no way I could kick the door down, as id have to take |
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... to take the frame with it. It was so strange because in 13 years of being in that place I had never locked that door, as there’s absolutely no reason to. I stopped to think, started to wonder what the flying fuck was going on. I looked down in despair and there it was, the key, on a white blank envelope. |
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Thats one of the strangest, yet interesting things ieve ever read, thanks for sharing it. Sounds like a really strong hallucination, i wonder if you ate some bread with some ergot on it or had a temporary gas leak |
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sounds like a H p lovecraft story |
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Even With LSD you’re far more in control (if you can rem that) than you realise, and that’s I what thought was happening, some flashback from decades ago. But this creature, well it’s face, would not disappear, no matter what I did. It stayed and it looked at me. The key was not being afraid, and just looking back. I had tried all I could to make it go away, and I was now starting to see this in a positive light. The only sense I can make of it was that it was benevolent, and I felt that once I let go of any fear I harboured. Obviously that tied in with the clothes pegs room the next morning, being locked in, and then the key on an envelope, it was a very strange episode. |
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i dont think o could ever sleep again of that happened to me , i wonder if it was a night terror, like a hypnagogic state |
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LSD plus mdma gives you the best trips, nothing else even comes close |
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in what way? |
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The md makes me far more receptive emotionally to the LSD while giving trips that are strong and constantly changing without being intimidating. Just constant new rapidly evolving scenes. Even normally unsettling things (like when i saw hordes of people with pitchforks and torches surrounding our house) arent a problem because theres a heightened awareness that you're tripping. You do lose a lot of the introspection but the insane tumbling cavalcade of sights and sounds is just nuts. Have some ket for the comedown and youre sorted. Fuck i want to get messy now, its been years. |
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sounds like quite a combination! yes i need lashings of acid |
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If i knew where to get any in liverpool i'd send you some. |
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cheers mate, id go into my room and lock myself in and make loads of weird music. Liverpool is great if you want to get coke or stuff that is for buzzing which ive never been interested in, but psychedelics its a bit of a grey area, there was a lad behind me with a whole sheet of blotters when i was 14 |
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Wow. That sounds intense. ....And reminds me of a much less intense experience I once had. When I was young I would pass out rather easily. So one day it happened (again) and I passed out. But rather than passing out and then going back to normal immediately (as was usually the case) I was in a strange intermediate-state for a while. Suddenly I found myself in a state where: I couldn't remember what had just happened. I didn't know where I was. I was seeing colours, but my vision was completety blurry. I saw sort of moving, colorful dots and patches, but no objects. I heard 'abstract' noises, but no meaningful sounds (sounds that belong to specific objects or words, and so on). And the strangest thing: I was 100% certain that I'm alive right now and not dreaming but didn't know what the hell is going on and how I ended up in that situation. So part of me was getting really nervious. Another part of me was relaxed and thinking: This is too absurd, this situation will become clear very quickly. And then my perception got clearer and it dawned on me that I had just collapsed (in an internet-cafe of all places). |
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RusselDust is on drugs btw, I like him but he is on drugs. we should cherish him and support him and blow kisses at him I'm not living far from him, I could just take him on my laps and do pretend stories of dragons and knights. |
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If that’s was tongue in cheek, then ha ha. If not, then I’ll stress it again, i was sober, not even a beer, and no i am not on drugs. Far from it, so cut it out please. |
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This was unlike any trip, trust us. Welt, you went somewhere! |
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oooo Mavis |
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i may have told that story before, although it just happened this summer. errr, here it goes: my better half wakes me up, saying "whats that noise?". i heard some sort of banging in the house or staircase. i live in a house with 6 flats and immedeately thought of the neighbour downstairs, because one time, when there was a loud banging, i went down in the break of dawn, just to find him knocking on his door, drunk and in his underpants. he kept on banging and leaning against the door (only his dog being in his flat). so i asked him if there is anyone in there. he has a hearing impairment and his hearing aid was, you guessed it, in his flat. luckily he reads lips so we still somewhat managed to communicate. i gave him my phone to ring up his mum, with me telling him what she answered so he could read it off my lips and so on. but coming around would take her a while, so eventually i fetched a ladder from the basement, climbed up and openend his living room window which was tilted, only to be barked at from his dog. no way i was gonna go in there to open the door from the inside. he was still quite drunk and in his underpants so i had to drag him out into broad daylight to push him up the ladder and into his flat. he also had a leak on the basement stairs... actually i wanted to tell the other story^^ |
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i think im gonna save the other one for tomorrow |
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or not, heres the other night. so, we hear this loud banging at night. i think of my neighbour again at first but this tine it sounds really agressive. so i think it may be an intruder or rambling madman of some sort, so i put on some trainers and shoes and tell my girlfriend to fetch a phone and a bat we took from our martial arts school. whilst i go down the staircase i hear some yelling too. the banging seems to come from the basement, which is closed and unlit. i open the door and turn on the lights expecting some trouble down there, maybe a drunk lost or rambling or what could it be? banging gets more intense and i hear some guy yell for help "she wants to kill me, call the police, shes gonna kill me!!" so itell my gf to dial 112. you cant imagine how puzzled i was. i stepped to the cellar of my opposites neighbour and the guy in there keeps calling for help. i start to calm him down, everythings gonna be alright police is coming etc. while my gf is on the phone she says the neighbour is talking to the police too now. my gf hangs up and we await the police, whilst hearing what my neighbour claims on the phone. she says he (the captive) is always making trouble and misbehaves..... |
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...so the police finally arrives and asks whats going on, whos cellar is this, etc.. they knock on the nieghbours door, who claims she hasnt got the keys to her cellar. her ex-husband hwo she took the flat from hasnt left her the key. (fyi she has been living there for 2-3 years alone by now) so the police tries to break open the door. its a pretty solid one and wont open. my gf and me kind of getting tired of this nonsense, so i ask lest they needed us for anything, wed go upstairs and call it a night. were ok to go so we leave the scenery. the office, quite young tries to impress his hot colleague by trying to kick in the door, but as mentioned pretty solid, wont open. so after we get in bed again they knock on our door and ask for tools. i gave em a screwdriver i think. and get back to bed. but no sleep in reach cause now the police is banging constantly. i decide to get back up and bring them more tools to get done with the job. office already bleeding from his hand trying frantically to get this damned door open, happily takes my pipewrench and goes at it again... |
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good stories! I had a similar story of when I used to live next door to a cokehead woman who used to play Lionel riche, dancing on the celling at 3 in the morning, one night her jailbird boyfriend shimmied up the drain pipe, somehow got into her flat and started beating the shit out of her, police were called very mess, |
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...finally some last cracks and he broke the lock that was riveted into the door. some poor fellow comes walking out there, saying he was lured in there by the neighbour pretending to get engaged with him in some kinky tie up sex, but instead she just leaves him tied to the chair and locks him up. he says he was able to untie himself but couldnt get out. i hear her from upstairs that hes lying and its a plot by her exhusband to get back at her or so. to this day she claims it was a setup. i doubt she was gonna harm him im pretty sure she locked him up for whatever reason. anyhow it stays a mystery. |
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fucking weird, wasn't she jailed? |
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thats horrifying, a woman getting beat up is my worst nightmare. id have trouble sleeping with neighbours like that. as strange as the cellar story is i feel quite safe in this house and i dont expect anyone harming anyone else in this place. |
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yeah its terrible, very glad I'm out of that shit hole. You cant put a price on piece of mind |
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i think she wasnt even taken in. she has some mental disorders and she stayed in hospital for some time after that. she may have been to court but i think she is i no condition to be fully responsible. |
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yes that's true, diminished capacity |
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Great stories! Russell... dude, brrrr! I'd write that motherfucker up as a novella. I wish I had some "strange stories". My estranged wife, who is the soberest, most straight-laced person possibly in the world, saw the classic UFO thing of several lights in the sky breaking apart and then getting together and forming... formations. This is in South America so probably a CIA ploy to get the population to freak out. You'll lol at this one and tell me I'm a doofus, but once I walked past a friend's house, and I saw someone at the upstairs window. I wasn't planning on calling, but then I thought I would. So I knocked on the door and no one answered. I must have spoke to him later about it and he said there was definitely nobody in the house at the time and we did an "... oh god" |
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The upstairs man! |
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haha great, but maybe he wasnt supposed to be at home and didnt want to be caught .-) upstairs man sounds frekin funny ^^ |
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It was his gay sex slave identical twin he keeps in his wardrobe |
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i.e. "the upstairs man!" good writing prompt that actually |
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