having kids.

I was doing backcountry snowboarding on a mountain I grew up near. It’s not anywhere near an established ski resort so there’s no mapped out sections or any safety measures. I was with a group and we were mostly sticking together, but I didn’t want to wait for them to smoke a cigarette so I just went ahead.

The ride itself was a ton of fun and probably the craziest line I’ve ever hit. I bombed it out of the bottom because I could see there was a big flat section coming and I didn’t want to walk through the snow to get out. I rode as long and far as I could, but eventually stopped as I didn’t have enough speed. I was in the middle of a big clearing and didn’t see really any other tracks, but it was late spring and where I was was pretty icy. So I unstrapped and stepped off of my board, picked it up, and started walking toward our meeting spot.

Apparently the clearing I was in was not so much just a nice meadow. Nope, it was a pond. I don’t know how many steps I took before I just fell straight through the top layer. Now I don’t know if the water had just backed up there from an ice floe and then maybe the dam melted and it all went away, but what I do know is that I landed with my armpits on my board and I was dangling.

Thankfully I was a strong little shit, so I pulled myself right up and was able to spread my weight out using my board and otherwise. But when I looked into the hole I had made, it was like fifteen feet straight down to a bunch of big rocks. Had I fallen in, I have no idea if anyone would have been able to find me.

I wasn’t too scared then, but it hits me now and again how utterly close to death I was just then. Terrifying.

When I walked in on a 17 year old kid and two of his older friends stomping on a homeless guy in a cocaine fuelled rampage. I almost had to stab the kid because he didn’t realize I already had my knife out… luckily one of his friends suddenly wasn’t in the mood to beat the shit out of me and stopped him.

Large footprint on the bathroom floor mat that didn’t match any of my shoes. I live alone. Still can’t explain it.

I don’t think I have them anymore. I literally just accept death and everything just feels the same.

That being said… I find modern society and human life to be terrifying. It feels like there’s something wrong, and it’s not natural… Like our freedom is an illusion.

Not spooky per se, but it scared the shit out of me:

I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked for a DJ pushing road cases and setting up/striking equipment. One winter weekend, upon striking everything after a wedding, I stepped outside around 2am to find myself in the middle of a blizzard. I had borrowed my dad’s F250 with AWD for the evening, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fine to drive the 20 or so miles home.

There was absolutely nobody on the road, not even plows/salt trucks. Like many teenagers, though, I thought I was invincible, so I drove way faster than was reasonable in those conditions. About halfway back, I’m on an overpass across a major highway and hit a patch of ice. Cue the fishtail, then panic as my life flashed before my eyes. I ended up spinning about 2.25 revolutions, and come to stop perpendicular to the road with a few inches between my front bumper and the outer barrier of the overpass. Too bad I wasn’t wearing brown pants.

I managed to get the rest of the way home without incident, but I have never taken any chances driving in suspect conditions again- I figure I used up all my luck surviving that event.

20 years ago to the day (only remember as it was as it was a long Easter weekend), I’d sat up from the Friday night and had swallowed ~40 Shrek 2 ecstasy tablets over that timespan. It was later reported in the papers they were adulterated with methamphetamine.

But the real killer was the gravity bongs with cheap hash (there was literal bits of plastic bags in it as filler). On my 10th one or so I got kicked back out my body like I’d just been hadoukened by The Ancient One and was in some plane in space where I could see all my memories like little tv screens. I was pulled back into the current timeline and was hovering just above my body for a second before being jolted back in.

I had excruciating pain in my wrists and it felt like invisible inter-dimensional chains were being dragged through them. But the worst bit was the time loops. The same minute kept repeating for what felt like an eternity, I could see time rewinding and it’d repeat the same minute again and again and again until I realised I had free will and told my cousin to phone and ambulance before I jumped out the window to break the loop.

And that kids, is how I got persistent hallucinogenic perception disorder and about a decade of sleep paralysis (every night).

one time near 2010, i was walking out of campus in a CC around 9pm-10pm in the rain after class. noticed a dude started "praying’ in the rain on the sidewalk as i was walking he started asking questions, something about astrophysics, i had feeling he was trying to lead me to a darker area(where there was a building with overhang, it was much darker area. then i noticed he was constantly putting his hand in his pocket, nope i just walked the other way or the parallel sidewalk wheres there more light avoiding the dude, i had a suspicion he had a weapon in his pocket. ever since at night i would take a long detour wheres theres alot of traffic and light to the bus stop. the campus was virtually pitch black all the way to the bus stop, if your not near a street or intersection.(i think it changed in the interceding years) i have been seeing flyers, stories of potential lurkers in the nearby state uni, at night. so im not surprised. it was CC in the west coast.

Raped at gunpoint.

When I was harassed for being disabled, the man 🧍‍♂️ screamed about my disability SO loud the whole World could hear him. He did it several times, the worst part? People called that “Freedom of Speech.”

Going 80km/h on a scooter in Thailand driven by someone without a license and no helmet

I can’t remember exactly, but I had a fuckton of really awful nightmares. One of my less terrifying experiences look like: turning on a tap to wash the hundreds of cockroaches crawling on my face, only for more to come out of the tap, and some Kerrigan lookalike phasing through walls and absorbing anything organic.

I was being very brave, trying to be perfectly stoic, and not showing any signs of pain, as the drill went deeper and deeper into my tooth. Something was VERY wrong, and the pain just keept getting exponentially worse, and I didn’t know if it would end at all, I just stayed quiet somehow until the operation was complete.

That experience was so horrible, I stopped being brave about almost anything after that. Every time I’d hear a drill nearby from someone doing home renovation nearby, I will grind my teeth and cringe. I had a syncope after being give an anesthetic, as the needle pushed me over the edge from the dread I was feeling (and again, hiding).

There’s also drowning in your own blood from reflux, wondering if I fucked up the wound where my wisdom tooth was removed, and the bleeding would just not stop, and I was getting basically waterboarded every few seconds, because the blood made me nauseous.

Drinking vinegar, realizing I fucked up, then thinking I’m going to die from it.

I guess that’s it.

EDIT: Cat hitting the gate, making me think someone was coming when I was uh…indisposed is one xD

Parasailing - I was too small for the harness part and wasn’t secured correctly. I spent the whole time paralyzed after I realized what was wrong.

So back in college a buddy and I subleased an apartment over the summer because our dorm was closed. The basic layout is that you walked in via the living room, with a hallway that headed toward the back. Off the hallway on one side was a galley kitchen with a narrow doorway (maybe an inch or two wider than my shoulders). A few steps forward on the other side was my roommate’s room, and my room was straight at the end of that hall.

One night I wake up hungry so head towards the kitchen. It’s pitch black, but for some reason my roommate slept with his door open so not being a dick I just walked down the hall in the dark (it was a straight shot and when I opened the fridge I knew the light would turn on so I’d be fine). I turn to walk into the kitchen and bumped into someone - you know that kind of soft/give when you walk into somebody. Assumed my roommate had gone into the kitchen for something and also wasn’t turning on the lights so said “Sorry dude” and flipped on the light switch right then (it was right next to my right hand - no delay between the bump and the light AT ALL). Except it wasn’t him (goddammit I’m getting goosebumps typing this right now).

There was no one there. Period. But there was also no way it was my roommate. Narrow doorway so he couldn’t get around without touching me, and the time between the bump and the light coming on was immediate. With the light now I turned around and could see my roommate through his door, sleeping in his bed peacefully.

There were other things that happened that summer to kind of indicate the place was haunted - things move around or go missing (but attributed that to forgetfulness or pranks), and sometimes pipes would be banging up until I’d ask the ghost to stop because I had class or whatnot in the morning (but there I figured I’d subconsciously gotten used to however long it took for it to stop on its own so it was coincidence).

But to this day I have NO viable explanation for who/what I bumped I to that night.

I once smacked my funny bone on a piece of lumber and lost all feeling and control of my right hand for a good 10 minutes or so and was freaking out that I lost the use of my dominant hand until it started having feeling again and I could move my fingers.