What's the creepiest/weirdest or scariest thing that ever happened to you??
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GG Beast
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So, I'm currently without a TV, BF is not home, so I thought I'd read through these. Thanks for the entertainment, and here's my contribution:
The first time I moved in to my own place I was 21 and it was the first time I had lived on my own. Because it was all new to me, I spent a lot of time looking for the right apartment; it had to be gated, covered parking, safe, etc. So after finding the 'right' place and getting moved in I noticed that the patio light was burned out. I put in a request to have it fixed and the on-site maintenance man was there the next day to replace it, however I was at work when it was completed. Upon my return, there was a sticky note on my front door that indicated the work was completed and if there was 'ANYTHING' else I needed, just ask. Me being naive, I thought it was a very nice jesture, so I tucked the note away with my rental agreement.
The very next morning there was an extremely raunchy page pulled out of a magazine tucked under my windshield wiper. I'm now starting to think that maybe I did not chose the best place to live. So I decided that I should hang on to this. I put a sticky note on it saying something along the lines of 'found this on my car on DD/MM/YY' and also tucked it away with my rental agreement papers, thinking I would report it to the rental office about possible pervs in the community.
Some time passed without incident, but in that time I purchased my very own computer for the first time. Got it set up with dial-up service and trying to be a proper adult, I made sure that I was checking the log-on/off logs with my monthly bill and noticed that there were numerous log-on's PER DAY that were definitely while I was at work. I called my internet provider and inquired about them, and at the time, all they could confirm was that it was indeed logged on and used at that point.
So I'm totally freaking out late one night over it and decided to call 911 to report that my apartment has been broken in to. I was informed that unless I had proof, there was nothing they could do, and internet log-on logs didn't count. I decided that I should change my password to not be saved on the system and immediatly the next day, after returning home from work, the maintenance man walked by my apartment with a very disturbing look on his face which totally freaked me out. I politely waved and smiled out my window to not give him any indication that I knew what was going on, but the mistake I made was disabling my pw. So at this point, I decided I couldn't handle this on my own and involved my boss and my parents. My boss lent me a 'spy cam' which for the day was pretty sophistcated, and my family came over to help set it up. We hid it and had an 8hr. VCR tape record for the time I was at work. That evening my family returned to watch the video with me. We saw the guy in my apartment doing what you would expect a perv to do when they break in to a young girls apartment. Yes, that....
So we immediately called the police and I started gathering my rental agreement, the note and the picture, to find that they had 'disappeared' (convenient??). The officer arrived, we showed him the video and he proceeded to call the 24hour complex phone number at the front gate. Guess who turned up to assist him?! The officer then returned to my apartment, allowed us to change the locks (dad's a locksmith!!) and said they would take it from there. Somehow the next 24hours has escaped me, but I do know that the next morning the officers and the apt. complex arrested him and gave him 24 hours to remove himself and his family from the premesis (he had a wife and 3 young daughters).
Still to this day, 12 years later, any time I see someone that fits his build/look I get freaked out. He could see my apartment from his window and he knew exactly when I would be home...
The first time I moved in to my own place I was 21 and it was the first time I had lived on my own. Because it was all new to me, I spent a lot of time looking for the right apartment; it had to be gated, covered parking, safe, etc. So after finding the 'right' place and getting moved in I noticed that the patio light was burned out. I put in a request to have it fixed and the on-site maintenance man was there the next day to replace it, however I was at work when it was completed. Upon my return, there was a sticky note on my front door that indicated the work was completed and if there was 'ANYTHING' else I needed, just ask. Me being naive, I thought it was a very nice jesture, so I tucked the note away with my rental agreement.
The very next morning there was an extremely raunchy page pulled out of a magazine tucked under my windshield wiper. I'm now starting to think that maybe I did not chose the best place to live. So I decided that I should hang on to this. I put a sticky note on it saying something along the lines of 'found this on my car on DD/MM/YY' and also tucked it away with my rental agreement papers, thinking I would report it to the rental office about possible pervs in the community.
Some time passed without incident, but in that time I purchased my very own computer for the first time. Got it set up with dial-up service and trying to be a proper adult, I made sure that I was checking the log-on/off logs with my monthly bill and noticed that there were numerous log-on's PER DAY that were definitely while I was at work. I called my internet provider and inquired about them, and at the time, all they could confirm was that it was indeed logged on and used at that point.
So I'm totally freaking out late one night over it and decided to call 911 to report that my apartment has been broken in to. I was informed that unless I had proof, there was nothing they could do, and internet log-on logs didn't count. I decided that I should change my password to not be saved on the system and immediatly the next day, after returning home from work, the maintenance man walked by my apartment with a very disturbing look on his face which totally freaked me out. I politely waved and smiled out my window to not give him any indication that I knew what was going on, but the mistake I made was disabling my pw. So at this point, I decided I couldn't handle this on my own and involved my boss and my parents. My boss lent me a 'spy cam' which for the day was pretty sophistcated, and my family came over to help set it up. We hid it and had an 8hr. VCR tape record for the time I was at work. That evening my family returned to watch the video with me. We saw the guy in my apartment doing what you would expect a perv to do when they break in to a young girls apartment. Yes, that....
So we immediately called the police and I started gathering my rental agreement, the note and the picture, to find that they had 'disappeared' (convenient??). The officer arrived, we showed him the video and he proceeded to call the 24hour complex phone number at the front gate. Guess who turned up to assist him?! The officer then returned to my apartment, allowed us to change the locks (dad's a locksmith!!) and said they would take it from there. Somehow the next 24hours has escaped me, but I do know that the next morning the officers and the apt. complex arrested him and gave him 24 hours to remove himself and his family from the premesis (he had a wife and 3 young daughters).
Still to this day, 12 years later, any time I see someone that fits his build/look I get freaked out. He could see my apartment from his window and he knew exactly when I would be home...
JohnsD90
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So it may not be a scary or wierd story but at the time, i almost sh*t myself. On my way back to college one sunday night on Rt 17, i was crankin in das auto when this 08 R32 decides he wants to play around, i figure what the hell, and we take the cars up to about 135, i back off cause i know nothing on that car was rated for that, and i dont feel like finding out whats gonna fail first, so we back off for a little while, but then like 6 miles later we get back on it but not as quick, i came from behind this time and shot ahead, what i didnt realize when i shot ahead was that he nailed the brakes, and i backed off a little as i realized this, but i was cresting this corner, and about a 1/4 mile ahead of me in the median of the road was a NYS Trooper just sitting there facing me, at this point i suspect the R32 was doing 80 or so, but i was not doing 80, i was doing 110 (speed limit was 55) and my heart felt like it was gonna explode, i nailed the brakes and dropped to 75mph as i passed the cop, i look in my rearview and he doesnt pull out or turn the lights on, i think "sh*t, he's speedtrapping" so i dived off the next exit and made a series of turns and layed low for 15 minutes. Nothing ever came of it, but it was so scary at the time.
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michael833
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My story is kind of creepy...
Once there was an ugly barnacle.
It was so ugly that everyone died.
The end.
Once there was an ugly barnacle.
It was so ugly that everyone died.
The end.
steve-
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This thread is cool,wish I had a scary story to share but mine is more of the dumb/scary at-the-time-type :
While in high school I worked for the local Porsche dealership and one day got the cool job of having to drive a 911 from Nor Cal down to LA. to do a trade for some other vehicle.While driving down 5 minding my own business some guy in a old clapped-out Monte Carlo decides he wants to race so I take him up on it.After a few miles I am up to about 135 when all of a sudden we blow by a CHP sitting on the side of the road,the Monte guy takes an exit somewhere and I nail the brakes.After a short while here comes the CHP and proceeds to pace me for the next couple of miles but for some reason he never did pull me over.
Man I was sweating but now looking back it sure was fun ! :bigok:
While in high school I worked for the local Porsche dealership and one day got the cool job of having to drive a 911 from Nor Cal down to LA. to do a trade for some other vehicle.While driving down 5 minding my own business some guy in a old clapped-out Monte Carlo decides he wants to race so I take him up on it.After a few miles I am up to about 135 when all of a sudden we blow by a CHP sitting on the side of the road,the Monte guy takes an exit somewhere and I nail the brakes.After a short while here comes the CHP and proceeds to pace me for the next couple of miles but for some reason he never did pull me over.
Man I was sweating but now looking back it sure was fun ! :bigok:
4Runners
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Thanks to you i ended up sitting down and reading Ted's Caving Story till 2am! I couldn't stand the cliffhanger ending either and ended up finding this link that explains everything: Ted the Caver Mystery « John's Blog Hope that provides some closure!
CrimsonCountry
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It would have been scary enough if you stopped there. :lmao:
Rambler2005
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Seeing people that I only have met off online at my workplace haha happens almost everyday
Bluesky 07
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I freely admit that I would call BS if someone told me this story, but I lived it and I know it’s true.
My GF at the time and I went to dinner with her mom and stepdad. Her mom told us about having a nightmare where she watched a big plane fly into the side of a skyscraper. She knew I had worked for American Airlines for many years and loved aviation, and said she was sorry to bring up something so terrible but thought I would be interested.
My GF and I talked later about how disturbing it was to her mom, then I forgot about it...until three weeks later on the morning of September 11, 2001. My GF and I worked in the same office and when we heard something had happened, we of course turned on the TV and the first thing we saw was the tower with that gaping smoking hole in it.
And that is why my first words upon seeing the WTC were, “Oh my God, your mom’s dream.“
My GF at the time and I went to dinner with her mom and stepdad. Her mom told us about having a nightmare where she watched a big plane fly into the side of a skyscraper. She knew I had worked for American Airlines for many years and loved aviation, and said she was sorry to bring up something so terrible but thought I would be interested.
My GF and I talked later about how disturbing it was to her mom, then I forgot about it...until three weeks later on the morning of September 11, 2001. My GF and I worked in the same office and when we heard something had happened, we of course turned on the TV and the first thing we saw was the tower with that gaping smoking hole in it.
And that is why my first words upon seeing the WTC were, “Oh my God, your mom’s dream.“
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Akkording
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After 9/11 happened I would see 9:11 on the clock quite often and I'm not usually the person to keep track of time. It just happens to be 9:11 at that moment in my life.I haven't seen it as often as of late but it does occasionally happen.
tcbaklash
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Back when I was going to trade school... It was late November in Eastern Washington, about 0 degrees Fahrenheit. I was hanging out with my roommates at our house and we start drinking. I end up having a beer, a couple swigs of Fireball, and a third of a handle of whiskey. My roommates were drinking but they were also doing the nose candy so I was the only one getting drunk. When I get drunk, I don't black out, I have no lapses in my memory whatsoever. I just get really slow, really sick, and then I fall asleep. I went outside to puke and then I fell asleep sitting against the A/C unit in the yard. About 2 hours later one of my roommates comes out to check up on me and wakes me up. He helps me to one of the couches and I sleep until morning. Woke up in the morning and realized that I was probably only alive because my roomie was high on coke...
This is a little gruesome, so keep on scrolling if you don't like gory stuff
Just the other day at work (I work in EMS), I ran a call where someone took their own live via gunshot to the chest. As my partner and I were walking up to the patient, Man in the Box by Alice in Chains was playing on their phone......"Wont you come and save me?" was playing right as we were walking up... My partner, the police dept, fire dept, and I all looked at each other like WWWTTTTFFFFF..... Unfortunately there was no saving them.
Just the other day at work (I work in EMS), I ran a call where someone took their own live via gunshot to the chest. As my partner and I were walking up to the patient, Man in the Box by Alice in Chains was playing on their phone......"Wont you come and save me?" was playing right as we were walking up... My partner, the police dept, fire dept, and I all looked at each other like WWWTTTTFFFFF..... Unfortunately there was no saving them.
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runnersT4R
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Years ago, first time I ever went wheelin'.
Had my brand new 4x4, and I mean, literally about 3 weeks off the dealers lot, and I just HAD to go do some serious off road fun. Except I was too much of a noob to know that you shouldn't go alone. But I really really wanted to drive up this really cool-looking dirt incline I found which was about 500 yards long, looked like a 45-50 degree angle, and very bumpy. Also had some patches of loose gravel. I climbed it on foot first to get an idea of what I was about to attempt. Took me a good 10 or 15 minutes to hike up that sucker, and when I looked back down at my truck from the top, the truck looked so very tiny.
I climbed/slid back down that monstrous hill and got back in my truck, acknowlegding that the nearest town was probably half an hour away and not likely to have a good hospital so I'd better be damn cautious. The first half of the ascent was easy, but the hill got steeper as I went along, and rougher too. But I'd chosen my line well, and my only real concern was how fast the fuel gauge was going down while in 4 Low as I crept up that hill. Little did I know what was going to happen about 30 feet from the top of that hill.
So, at the huge incline of this hill, all I could see through the windshield at times was sky and the hood of my truck. Not even tree tops. I had to stick my head out the window most of the time to see where I was going. But it was all good, like I said, I'd chosen my line well, and I was doing fine. I was having a blast climbing up it, easing it through the technical parts, keeping its tires from spinning through the gravel, and generally just having the time of my life! As I got near the very large tree near the top of the hill, I could almost smell victory since I knew I only had a few feet to go. I started to (prematurely) celebrate.
That's when I saw a large tree root across my path maybe 5-10 feet in front of the truck. I could have sworn it wasn't there half a second ago. There wasn't enough reaction time to steer around it, and I didn't dare stop on this steep of an incline. The root looked small enough to drive over it, so I feathered the gas pedal downward and went for it. And then the truck STOPPED. Dead stop up against this root which now appeared quite large, and in fact stuck up off the ground about 2/3 the height of my tires. It hit hard enough that it lurched to a stop and I was surprised the bags didn't blow. A quick test of the Reverse gear proved to me that truck wasn't moving anywhere without help.
Well, when I set the brake and got out of the truck to investigate, I saw that the left front tire was kind of wedged under this root because the root was washed out underneath it, so there was a large gap between the root and any part of the hill. It looked like this root was holding the tire in both directions somehow. I have no idea how the physics of that played out, but there it was, tire stuck under root. I went to check the other side, and the right two tires were in some loose gravel in a washout rut, so the truck was sitting at a very weird angle. Then...
I heard it before I saw the slow movement. No, it couldn't be, could it? The sound of a tire just barely beginning to slide ever so slowly across gravel. The moment I heard it, I bolted over to the driver's side, jumped inside the truck and shut the door. Somehow, the truck had started to slide, very slowly at first, even with the brake set. My brand-new-3-week-old truck. I started to panic, because it was pivoting around towards the side a little faster now, and I knew if that front tire popped loose from the root it might body-roll it all the way down that hill. The sliding continued. It seemed like all three of the un-stuck wheels were sliding, because the truck was definitely pivoting around to the right as the steering wheel turned on its own in response. Did I mention how frighteningly tall that hill was? Now the truck was at such an angle that I could see the bottom of it through the passenger side window. Definitely needed clean underwear at that point!
Thinking quickly, I buckled in, gave it a little gas and released the brake. I got the sliding stopped with only limited tire-spinning. The truck was standing still once again, for the moment anyway. I breathed a sigh of relief! So I realized that I wasn't going to be able to move it forward, and trying to do a U-turn on a hill that steep would be guaranteed suicide, so driving it backwards down this hill was looking like it might be my only option. Unless I could figure out a way to drive it around that root somehow. Oh, but first I'd have to get the tire freed. But that would very likely cause it to start sliding again, and probably at a speed that I'd be unable to jump inside it this time. WHY had I not opted for a winch at the very least! I had to figure this out quickly, I told myself, and I tried to calm down.
I was still thinking it through when I heard another unwanted sound. The tire had popped out from the tree root! I was starting to roll backwards at a high rate of acceleration!
Somehow, I got that truck aimed backwards straight down the hill while it was accelerating backwards. I actually felt it at one point during that split second, felt as if it was very close to the tipping point, you know like how you can tell you're about to slip while you walk across ice? Yeah, well I saw the angle of the sky get to a very bad angle, so I just FLOORED the gas in Reverse and the rear wheels spun as the front wheels slammed down. I could see the trail over the hood again, so I just pushed aside my panic and tried to use the engine to help control my speed of descent. I didn't dare use too much braking power since that might flip the truck too. All I could do at this point was look backwards, steer, feather the brakes, and hope I wouldn't crash at the bottom. Every single bump on the way down, I was afraid of losing control or the bump having enough energy to flip the truck.
It seemed like it was hours getting out of that jam, but in reality the whole ordeal was about 10 minutes end-to-end. As I neared the bottom of the hill, I put the truck in Neutral, shifted the transfer case back to 2WD, and revved it to around 4000 RPM, waiting for the sweet spot to slam it into Drive to slow my descent at the bottom of the hill. I hit that spot and pulled a very dusty burnout at full throttle, pulling a reverse 270 powerslide on the (relatively) flat approach to the hill, and I finally felt the truck regain some forward motion as the rear wheels kept spitting dirt. I was safe again. I figured it might be OK now, even advisable, to take my right foot off the floor and let the gas pedal return to its normal resting position.
I'd made it to the bottom, alive and unharmed. As the megatons of dust made their way into the cabin and began to coat the dashboard and console, I slowly contemplated this and took it all in. When I stopped shaking after 5 or 10 minutes, I got out of the truck and literally kissed the FLAT ground.
I got home later that day and washed the truck. Not a scratch on it, as if I'd never been offroading at all... except for a rather large tear on the urethane part of the front bumper... and stuck in that tear, what did I find? A piece of that damn root!
I vowed to never be that mean to a vehicle again. And to never do something that stupid again. I sold that truck a year later. Well, at least I've never been that mean again to another vehicle! As for doing stupid things? No comment.
Had my brand new 4x4, and I mean, literally about 3 weeks off the dealers lot, and I just HAD to go do some serious off road fun. Except I was too much of a noob to know that you shouldn't go alone. But I really really wanted to drive up this really cool-looking dirt incline I found which was about 500 yards long, looked like a 45-50 degree angle, and very bumpy. Also had some patches of loose gravel. I climbed it on foot first to get an idea of what I was about to attempt. Took me a good 10 or 15 minutes to hike up that sucker, and when I looked back down at my truck from the top, the truck looked so very tiny.
I climbed/slid back down that monstrous hill and got back in my truck, acknowlegding that the nearest town was probably half an hour away and not likely to have a good hospital so I'd better be damn cautious. The first half of the ascent was easy, but the hill got steeper as I went along, and rougher too. But I'd chosen my line well, and my only real concern was how fast the fuel gauge was going down while in 4 Low as I crept up that hill. Little did I know what was going to happen about 30 feet from the top of that hill.
So, at the huge incline of this hill, all I could see through the windshield at times was sky and the hood of my truck. Not even tree tops. I had to stick my head out the window most of the time to see where I was going. But it was all good, like I said, I'd chosen my line well, and I was doing fine. I was having a blast climbing up it, easing it through the technical parts, keeping its tires from spinning through the gravel, and generally just having the time of my life! As I got near the very large tree near the top of the hill, I could almost smell victory since I knew I only had a few feet to go. I started to (prematurely) celebrate.
That's when I saw a large tree root across my path maybe 5-10 feet in front of the truck. I could have sworn it wasn't there half a second ago. There wasn't enough reaction time to steer around it, and I didn't dare stop on this steep of an incline. The root looked small enough to drive over it, so I feathered the gas pedal downward and went for it. And then the truck STOPPED. Dead stop up against this root which now appeared quite large, and in fact stuck up off the ground about 2/3 the height of my tires. It hit hard enough that it lurched to a stop and I was surprised the bags didn't blow. A quick test of the Reverse gear proved to me that truck wasn't moving anywhere without help.
Well, when I set the brake and got out of the truck to investigate, I saw that the left front tire was kind of wedged under this root because the root was washed out underneath it, so there was a large gap between the root and any part of the hill. It looked like this root was holding the tire in both directions somehow. I have no idea how the physics of that played out, but there it was, tire stuck under root. I went to check the other side, and the right two tires were in some loose gravel in a washout rut, so the truck was sitting at a very weird angle. Then...
I heard it before I saw the slow movement. No, it couldn't be, could it? The sound of a tire just barely beginning to slide ever so slowly across gravel. The moment I heard it, I bolted over to the driver's side, jumped inside the truck and shut the door. Somehow, the truck had started to slide, very slowly at first, even with the brake set. My brand-new-3-week-old truck. I started to panic, because it was pivoting around towards the side a little faster now, and I knew if that front tire popped loose from the root it might body-roll it all the way down that hill. The sliding continued. It seemed like all three of the un-stuck wheels were sliding, because the truck was definitely pivoting around to the right as the steering wheel turned on its own in response. Did I mention how frighteningly tall that hill was? Now the truck was at such an angle that I could see the bottom of it through the passenger side window. Definitely needed clean underwear at that point!
Thinking quickly, I buckled in, gave it a little gas and released the brake. I got the sliding stopped with only limited tire-spinning. The truck was standing still once again, for the moment anyway. I breathed a sigh of relief! So I realized that I wasn't going to be able to move it forward, and trying to do a U-turn on a hill that steep would be guaranteed suicide, so driving it backwards down this hill was looking like it might be my only option. Unless I could figure out a way to drive it around that root somehow. Oh, but first I'd have to get the tire freed. But that would very likely cause it to start sliding again, and probably at a speed that I'd be unable to jump inside it this time. WHY had I not opted for a winch at the very least! I had to figure this out quickly, I told myself, and I tried to calm down.
I was still thinking it through when I heard another unwanted sound. The tire had popped out from the tree root! I was starting to roll backwards at a high rate of acceleration!
Somehow, I got that truck aimed backwards straight down the hill while it was accelerating backwards. I actually felt it at one point during that split second, felt as if it was very close to the tipping point, you know like how you can tell you're about to slip while you walk across ice? Yeah, well I saw the angle of the sky get to a very bad angle, so I just FLOORED the gas in Reverse and the rear wheels spun as the front wheels slammed down. I could see the trail over the hood again, so I just pushed aside my panic and tried to use the engine to help control my speed of descent. I didn't dare use too much braking power since that might flip the truck too. All I could do at this point was look backwards, steer, feather the brakes, and hope I wouldn't crash at the bottom. Every single bump on the way down, I was afraid of losing control or the bump having enough energy to flip the truck.
It seemed like it was hours getting out of that jam, but in reality the whole ordeal was about 10 minutes end-to-end. As I neared the bottom of the hill, I put the truck in Neutral, shifted the transfer case back to 2WD, and revved it to around 4000 RPM, waiting for the sweet spot to slam it into Drive to slow my descent at the bottom of the hill. I hit that spot and pulled a very dusty burnout at full throttle, pulling a reverse 270 powerslide on the (relatively) flat approach to the hill, and I finally felt the truck regain some forward motion as the rear wheels kept spitting dirt. I was safe again. I figured it might be OK now, even advisable, to take my right foot off the floor and let the gas pedal return to its normal resting position.
I'd made it to the bottom, alive and unharmed. As the megatons of dust made their way into the cabin and began to coat the dashboard and console, I slowly contemplated this and took it all in. When I stopped shaking after 5 or 10 minutes, I got out of the truck and literally kissed the FLAT ground.
I got home later that day and washed the truck. Not a scratch on it, as if I'd never been offroading at all... except for a rather large tear on the urethane part of the front bumper... and stuck in that tear, what did I find? A piece of that damn root!
I vowed to never be that mean to a vehicle again. And to never do something that stupid again. I sold that truck a year later. Well, at least I've never been that mean again to another vehicle! As for doing stupid things? No comment.
Ray Dunakin
Senior Member
Wow! My heart was in my throat just reading that! Going forwards down a super-steep hill is scary enough - doing it in reverse while struggling to maintain control sound terrifying.
SpicyWY
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The scariest thing was when my hair started burning while drying it with a blow dryer. The heating temperature regulator was broken and I didn't know about that. That was a real disaster... I had to spend almost half a year with that ugly short haircut. Now I'm using only qualitative tools for my hair styling. But I still feel the smell of burning hair in my nightmares...
Ray Dunakin
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Possibly the creepiest, weirdest thing that happened to me was this...
In the late '80s, I was heading out to the desert before dawn. I was on I-8 eastbound from San Diego, and as I was going up a long grade over the mountains, in the fast lane, I almost ran over some dark object laying on the edge of the lane, next to the inside shoulder. It looked like a body! I stopped as quickly as possible and pulled over in the divide. I walked back to where this object was, dreading what I would see.
Well, it WAS a body, but the guy wasn't dead or injured. It was some homeless nut job sleeping on the freeway, at the edge of the fast lane, using a bible as a pillow!
In the late '80s, I was heading out to the desert before dawn. I was on I-8 eastbound from San Diego, and as I was going up a long grade over the mountains, in the fast lane, I almost ran over some dark object laying on the edge of the lane, next to the inside shoulder. It looked like a body! I stopped as quickly as possible and pulled over in the divide. I walked back to where this object was, dreading what I would see.
Well, it WAS a body, but the guy wasn't dead or injured. It was some homeless nut job sleeping on the freeway, at the edge of the fast lane, using a bible as a pillow!
texasrimfirenut
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You guys have some pretty neat stories. Pretty funny too.
