Weird Encounter?
CommunistWithAGun
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<div class="IPBDescription">Something weird ever happen to you?</div> Mine was, I was out walking in the woods at like 2 am with some friends, when two of the girls who also happened to be the most easily scared wanted to walk down an abandoned trail, they got this weird mentality all a sudden. Secretly I didn't like being out there at this time at all. I REALLY hate the woods. ok? REALLY HATE. So, I am trying to stick it out and harvest 3 M.I.A females who are out in the woods at 2 am exploring...hopefully just the woods. My guy friends that were inside watching a movie because what we were doing was "lame" By this I gathered they were just scared. So, I've collected the first two girls, who are now holding onto me for dear life, when the last one Is by this old shack. AND THEY BROKE INTO IT. So after I panicked, i yelled at her and started walking off to the corn-field which lead to her house. I hate women. (but their so soft <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> )
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I was about 10 and this guys were driving down the street in their car at 70 miles an hour, and a guy was on the hood indian style holding up a peace sign and smoking something...not sure...could be weed...
A few days ago this kid came up to me at school and asked me if i smoke weed, or if i wanted to...i told him no and now all he does is yell at me with out sound...calling me bad named...he just kind of mouths the cuss words...
This other time i was walking and i was alone...then i turn around and a girl is like right behind me face to face...we made out...then she turned into britney spears...oh wait that was a dream
Next day, I walked by that place, and I noticed there was a doorway in that gate. It was OLD, though. The kind where it would've went <i>CREEAAK</i> if you barely moved it. And how does a person haul in 3 garbage bins without making a sound?
I was creeped out, so I always walked on the other side of the street from that day on.
Last time I did was at school,fell asleep and dreamt about math class being absolutely boring and the teacher threatens the whole class ,and later when I wake up it happens....another one was NS 2.0 where someone spammed CCs like there was no tomorrow
I am just one really weird individual....I just wish someone put me out of my misery :\
other than that the chicks are now in your debt keep that in mind and well work ontappin gthat **** it could be good despite teh fac that you are posting ion th forums about it
/. more bbber!!@#3
beeeeeeeeeeeeeer!!
Pjofsky: wierd.
Let's see, wierd happenings... Okay here's a wierd happening: I stay up till 4am posting on message boards and IRC. :(
other than that the chicks are now in your debt keep that in mind and well work ontappin gthat **** it could be good despite teh fac that you are posting ion th forums about it
/. more bbber!!@#3
beeeeeeeeeeeeeer!! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
what.
the f*ck.
if you're inebriated and it affects your writing, you really shouldn't post.
Last time I did was at school,fell asleep and dreamt about math class being absolutely boring and the teacher threatens the whole class ,and later when I wake up it happens....another one was NS 2.0 where someone spammed CCs like there was no tomorrow
I am just one really weird individual....I just wish someone put me out of my misery :\ <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
You too?
I get that... I also get this wierd "deja-vu" feeling all the time, like i've seen it before. Then I remember seeing it in a dream last night or something...
It happens.
My brain hurts now... <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
My brain hurts now... <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Oh god, don't get me started on Deja Vu. I get it once every week, at least. It is SO annoying to be somwhere and be ABSOLUTELY sure that it happened before, but of course it didn't. On the upside, I know what's going to happen all the time, so I can just sit and watch and feel smart.
I'm probably a Jedi.
I was at a local fair a year ago- my friends and I were walking through the Midway. It was after dark - you know: when all the scary folks come out to play. A man ran up to me and asked me if I had a <i>cigarette that he could have</i>. I told him that I didn't smoke, and proceeded to tell him to try my friend (who also doesn't smoke - he just happened to be walking a good 10 feet in front of us). The man sprinted up, grabbed my friend by the shoulders and turned him around, and asked the same question he had asked me. My friend told him to find someone else. The man then ran away, and asked <i>every vendor in the entire midway for a cigarette</i> (believe me - we followed him <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> ).
Now here's the strange part - when I returned this year, the exact same man came up to me and asked the exact same question. Coincidentally, I was with the same friends that I had been with the previous year. Neither of them made the connection between this depraved lunatic and the one that we had seen a year earlier. I told him no - he went off. When he had ran away (to another vendor), he began his line of questioning once again. The perturbed-looking vendors shooed him off. The man then proceeded to ask the lady collecting tickets outside the funhouse. After he had been refused again, he disappeared between two trailers.
I was a little...<i>curious</i>, to say the least. I went through the same 'exit' he had used, which opened into a field.
<i>He was nowhere to be found.</i>
Pjofsky: wierd.
Let's see, wierd happenings... Okay here's a wierd happening: I stay up till 4am posting on message boards and IRC. <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
No, I honestly don't know. The reason it was weird because the girls I was with....their personalities do NOT match how they were acting...Such a drastic change I guess
Dubbilex. That RULES.
When I found the last two I was angry but I wasn't afraid....well I was but I didn't show it. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
/EDIT Whats that dinosaur thing in your sig.
EDIT: <!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><i>CommunistWithAGun: </i>Whats that dinosaur thing in your sig.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
That's the ultimate evil... <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> Actually, it's a mantrin. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
Sometimes I really look into the future without knowing it. Weird stuff. Then suddenly, 30 secs later the thing happens where I thought of...
That was lame! <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
It was a very bleak autumn day. Not really chilly, but the clouds were of a very depressing grey and it looked like it was going to rain soon. We drove to our destination and after I parked the car, I noticed that we were on a parking lot of a huge concrete apartment complex. The buildings were of uniform matte grey colour, the dullness broken here and there by colourful curtains. Somehow the light of the day made the whole place look like a monochrome picture, except for the few trees and bushes that still had leaves. They looked like some isolate pockets of colour that tried in vain to resist the grey. We walked around the complex, going up and down featureless concrete stairways and crossing children's playgrounds.
Even though there had to be a lot of people living there we couldn't see anyone, or hear them either. The only sound except for our talking and the occasional snap of the camera was the whispering of the wind. All the time I had this nagging feeling that someone was watching us from the windows of the topmost floors of the buildings. We walked until we reached another small plaza when suddenly we heard a clanging sound from behind. I turned around and saw a boy, maybe 5-7 years old. He was holding a fat piece of a branch and the sound was him hitting a metallic clotheswire support beam with it. When I looked at him, he just looked back, not even flinching, just this empty stare and a very resolute expression, and kept hitting the beam again and again in a slow, steady rhythm. We decided to keep walking.
Soon we reached a park area, which was a welcome change since the dominant colour there was yellow, the colour of all the fallen leaves on the ground. As we walked onwards, we were approached by an old lady. I don't remember what she said anymore, but it was something fabulously bizarre, the sort of thing that you don't say to strangers. Nothing insulting but rather like something straight out of a Twin Peaks script, the kind of stuff that leaves you wondering wheter the sayer is playing with a full deck, or are you just too stupid to understand.
We kept on walking and reached a very small wooden school/daycare building. I saw a pool-like depression in the ground on the front yard. Because of what I had been reading some time back (Hell House), and because of the all-pervading sense of oddness all around us, I couldn't help but recall the **** Pond, and where the name came from in that book.
I suppose it doesn't sound so weird. I guess you had to be there.
if you had a sh*t fetish, that would have been the best day of your life.
...too bad that's f*cking disgusting by normal standards.
anyway.. i used to live in this small town in New York called Windmill. now, the reason they call the place windmill is because, a-DURRR, they have a lot of windmills. whatever. but... it's nearly in the middle of the woods, with tiny little lakes in places. now, my friend and i are walking back to his place from a lake club. it's dark as hell, we went for a middle-of-the-night concert. it was alright, whatever, that's irrelevant. we left, and we had a single flashlight, and we were just dickin around, doing "scary" sh*t with it, you know. turning it off and then poking each other in the pitch blackness, stuff like that. so then at one point we just keep it off and we have no idea where we are, we're just following the road to his place.
i get tired of that and turn on the flashlight, and on our left is a windmill, huge f*cking thing, looming right next to us. we didn't even see it. now, i know that's where it belongs. but it's still freaky. so we're saying "holy sh*t!" and all. so we're about to move on, and we look up, and i shine the flashlight, and there's a balcony/belfrey type thing in the top of the windmill. never saw that before. and of course it's pitch blackness inside it... the door at the bottom is even crusted over and covered with cobwebs.
so i turn off the flashlight...
and there are eyes. two glowing eyes in the tower. i looked around for my friend (who had kept walking) and frantically turned on the flashlight, shouted "holy sh*t, come back here" a few times, and when we looked again, of course there was nothing.