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Ok, I've had some PM's from someone now so I'm not the only one. Anyway let me tell you my story that fits in this catagory. I would have just pm'ed the person but I think it's worth sharing.
First of all I shouldn't be here, thats one thing I should tell you. When I was four I was in a car/train accident, no lie. It was in the winter and I was in the car, a Plymouth Valient, with my mom and grandmom. I always wanted to sit on the hump, you older guys and gals will know what that means and they let me. When the train hit my mom and grandma covered me up and the car was ripped in half. I was released from the hospital that night. Mom took a week and grandma about a month. Car was torn in half. If I was in the back I wouldn't be here typing today.
OK...on with the real story. I grew up on a "quasi" farm. My dad worked for GM but we had a barn and horses and about 40 acres and a lot of woods back before everything go populated. Well anyway I also had 5 older sisters, probably another reason for my problems? hehe. So it's springtime and a nice day and my sisters decide to for a swim in the creek. The creek is a decent size creek but it gets really swimable after some good rains. So it had rained and my sisters take me for the walk back to the creek, I'm probably about 5 years old. It has a rope bridge across it and they go swimming and had me sit on the rope bridge with my feet in the water.
So heres where it gets funny and fuzzy. All I remember from this incident is that I walked down along the creek into the woods and found a beautiful wood bridge across it. I crossed the bridge and came into a new type construction area and it was beautiful, thats all I remember. Anyway I ran into some people and they told me that they were preparing a place for me and I had to go back. The people were really nice and reminded me of the peaceful type hippie people that you see today.
OK, heres what really went down. I was on the bridge and the rope bridge flipped. I don't know how long I was under but my sisters who were swimming finally figured it out and when they got to the bridge I was submersed under water with my hands holding onto the rope bridge. They got in trouble and they never told me anything more about it. If I ask them today they sort of laugh and don't really talk about it.
To this date there are no bridges across that creek and they are just starting to build up the area now, there was nothing there but woods and a creek when I was a kid.
Well anyways, you can read into this what you want but it's the truth and it's my experience. I've seen some strange things in the air force and then police department. Got a strange one? feel free to share.
I also still to this day get goosebumps/shivers when strange things happen. Not sure what this is, adrenaline? It's like a natural response but it is physically noticable. Is there medical indications for this?
Wow ... quite a story!!
Um, well, since you asked, yeah, I've had LOTS of wierd, unexplainable happenings -- mostly what you'd call "premonitions," I guess. But the most bizarro and unsettling is as follows ... it's something I've NEVER talked about because it still shakes me to the core.
I was in ministry at the time, still in Arizona. My daughter attended preschool at our church in Mesa -- her class only lasted a couple of hours and we lived in N. Scottsdale (which was far enough away that it wasn't worth the drive to go home and then have to turn around and go back and get her) so I'd drop her off and just stay in Mesa and goof off.
SO, this one Friday in April, I dropped her off as usual, and decided that I would go to this Christian bookstore nearby to blow some time. This store is located on a major street, in a veeeeeery long "strip" center -- I entered the parking lot (which was massive) at one end and proceeded to drive to the other end where the bookstore was located. Now, the entire expanse of the parking lot was in my view and there weren't a whole lot of cars there; the ones that WERE there were mostly parked up close, in front of the various businesses located in the strip center, leaving the view of this huge parking lot unobstructed.
OUT OF NOWHERE, this "guy" just ... appeared. There are not words to describe the fear that just consumed me ... and it was really, really strange because I'm ordinarily not much of a 'fraidy cat-type -- it takes alot to shake me. I remember there were like 2 "sides" of me carrying on this conversation, one side UTTERLY TERRIFIED, and the other side going, "What's the matter with you??" I was overwhelmed with horror and somehow I just knew without doubt that this guy was coming after ME, and he meant to KILL ME. (I know ... it sounds absolutely kooky!!) He was a young guy, dressed in a trenchcoat, and was walking in my direction ... I did this "mental inventory," trying to conjure up some remembrance of the face ... did I know him??
I remember thinking that it was waaay too hot for a trenchcoat and although I couldn't SEE anything, I just knew that he was hiding something underneath.
So, I'm shaking and freaking out and all I could think was, I've GOT to get in that store and hide!! (all the while, the reasonable side was saying, "Are you nuts?? This is CRAZY!! Get a grip!! Calm down!!"). I park in front of the store and quickly gather my stuff and go RUNNING for the door. I grabbed the door handle and HE CALLED OUT MY NAME. I just froze ... terrified ... he knows me ... I turned around ... still didn't recognize him ... I just ignored him and rushed into the store. Made my way inside, back behind some bookshelves, and crouched down to hide ... never once thought about what others in the store might be thinking about my behavior ... I was truly just so fearful that it didn't occur to me.
I'm crouched down and shaking and I hear the tell-tale "bell" chime when the door opened ... I really thought I was going to vomit, I was so scared ... really, I don't think I have ever experienced that kind of terror in my life. Maybe it's how someone feels when they sense "the end" is inevitable, because that's truly what I thought, though I couldn't understand WHY. I closed my eyes, just listening as his footsteps came closer and closer ... and then they stopped. I open my eyes and slowly look up, and there he stood, just inches from me (damn, how did he find me so quick??). We just stared at eachother ... I was speechless ... and then he spoke, in an unmistakably German accent: "You're not the one I want."
Now, I'm no fruitcake, but this guy just VANISHED. I jumped up from there and ran all over that little store, grabbing people and asking if they'd seen him. They all looked at me like I was a whack job and asked, "what guy??" I told them, "That guy in the trenchcoat!! That guy that followed me in!!" Nobody'd seen him. I ran out the front door, knowing for sure that at least I'd see him in that huge parking lot as it was simply impossible for him to NOT be there, even if he'd been running at full speed to get away. All I can say is, HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN ...
Obviously the people in the store were already thinking I was off my rocker ... but by God, my husband knew me well and that I was not given to fits of hysteria. Surely HE would believe me?? I got in my car and called him on my cell phone, still shaking and blubbering ... I told him, "I don't know what just happened to me ... you're going to think I'm crazy ... but I'm telling you, SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN ... SOMETHING involving a young guy in a trenchcoat ... a parking lot ... bookshelves ... and there'll be some kind of 'German' connection ... he is going to kill people ... and he will KNOW the people ... he will "select" them ... " I KNEW THAT I KNEW THAT I KNEW that something unspeakable was going to happen but how could I possibly prevent it -- who on earth would believe such an absurb story?? The police??
This was on Friday, and the next few days I was a basket case, tormenting myself, feeling just plain sick. I questioned MYSELF, over & over & over ... did that REALLY happen?? And if it DID, WHY?? I couldn't think of any other response than to just PRAY.
4 days later (I still vividly recall where I was at the moment the news came over the radio), the tragedy at Columbine occurred. Of course, it was TWO young men in trenchcoats, not one. But:
~~ the first killings occurred in the parking lot
~~ others, in the library ... victims evidently "hid" behind bookshelves
~~ the perpetrators & their victims knew eachother
~~ it took place on Hitler's birthday, AND those responsible were known to frequently converse with one another using German words & phrases
My heart was just CRUSHED ... I think it always will be ... :(
Cat, that is bizarre........what were you smoking that day????? :) :) ;)
Bizarre things don't happen to me 'cause I'm already bizarre! :rolleyes:
hello all,
brad and cat. you should be writers. to much for me to read all. lol
hi granny, you can be a writer to.
thank you for sharing it.
have a good night
richard
Cat........what were you smoking that day????? :) :) ;)
Granny, believe it or not, NOTHING ... was real purist in those days and wouldn't even take wine at communion! :o
Rich, 'nother ((((( HUG ))))) ... hope you're feeling better! :)
First of all I shouldn't be here, thats one thing I should tell you. When I was four I was in a car/train accident, no lie. It was in the winter and I was in the car, a Plymouth Valient, with my mom and grandmom. I always wanted to sit on the hump, you older guys and gals will know what that means and they let me. When the train hit my mom and grandma covered me up and the car was ripped in half. I was released from the hospital that night. Mom took a week and grandma about a month. Car was torn in half. If I was in the back I wouldn't be here typing today.
OK...on with the real story. I grew up on a "quasi" farm. My dad worked for GM but we had a barn and horses and about 40 acres and a lot of woods back before everything go populated. Well anyway I also had 5 older sisters, probably another reason for my problems? hehe. So it's springtime and a nice day and my sisters decide to for a swim in the creek. The creek is a decent size creek but it gets really swimable after some good rains. So it had rained and my sisters take me for the walk back to the creek, I'm probably about 5 years old. It has a rope bridge across it and they go swimming and had me sit on the rope bridge with my feet in the water.
So heres where it gets funny and fuzzy. All I remember from this incident is that I walked down along the creek into the woods and found a beautiful wood bridge across it. I crossed the bridge and came into a new type construction area and it was beautiful, thats all I remember. Anyway I ran into some people and they told me that they were preparing a place for me and I had to go back. The people were really nice and reminded me of the peaceful type hippie people that you see today.
OK, heres what really went down. I was on the bridge and the rope bridge flipped. I don't know how long I was under but my sisters who were swimming finally figured it out and when they got to the bridge I was submersed under water with my hands holding onto the rope bridge. They got in trouble and they never told me anything more about it. If I ask them today they sort of laugh and don't really talk about it.
To this date there are no bridges across that creek and they are just starting to build up the area now, there was nothing there but woods and a creek when I was a kid.
Well anyways, you can read into this what you want but it's the truth and it's my experience. I've seen some strange things in the air force and then police department. Got a strange one? feel free to share.
I also still to this day get goosebumps/shivers when strange things happen. Not sure what this is, adrenaline? It's like a natural response but it is physically noticable. Is there medical indications for this?
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Wow ... quite a story!!
Um, well, since you asked, yeah, I've had LOTS of wierd, unexplainable happenings -- mostly what you'd call "premonitions," I guess. But the most bizarro and unsettling is as follows ... it's something I've NEVER talked about because it still shakes me to the core.
I was in ministry at the time, still in Arizona. My daughter attended preschool at our church in Mesa -- her class only lasted a couple of hours and we lived in N. Scottsdale (which was far enough away that it wasn't worth the drive to go home and then have to turn around and go back and get her) so I'd drop her off and just stay in Mesa and goof off.
SO, this one Friday in April, I dropped her off as usual, and decided that I would go to this Christian bookstore nearby to blow some time. This store is located on a major street, in a veeeeeery long "strip" center -- I entered the parking lot (which was massive) at one end and proceeded to drive to the other end where the bookstore was located. Now, the entire expanse of the parking lot was in my view and there weren't a whole lot of cars there; the ones that WERE there were mostly parked up close, in front of the various businesses located in the strip center, leaving the view of this huge parking lot unobstructed.
OUT OF NOWHERE, this "guy" just ... appeared. There are not words to describe the fear that just consumed me ... and it was really, really strange because I'm ordinarily not much of a 'fraidy cat-type -- it takes alot to shake me. I remember there were like 2 "sides" of me carrying on this conversation, one side UTTERLY TERRIFIED, and the other side going, "What's the matter with you??" I was overwhelmed with horror and somehow I just knew without doubt that this guy was coming after ME, and he meant to KILL ME. (I know ... it sounds absolutely kooky!!) He was a young guy, dressed in a trenchcoat, and was walking in my direction ... I did this "mental inventory," trying to conjure up some remembrance of the face ... did I know him??
I remember thinking that it was waaay too hot for a trenchcoat and although I couldn't SEE anything, I just knew that he was hiding something underneath.
So, I'm shaking and freaking out and all I could think was, I've GOT to get in that store and hide!! (all the while, the reasonable side was saying, "Are you nuts?? This is CRAZY!! Get a grip!! Calm down!!"). I park in front of the store and quickly gather my stuff and go RUNNING for the door. I grabbed the door handle and HE CALLED OUT MY NAME. I just froze ... terrified ... he knows me ... I turned around ... still didn't recognize him ... I just ignored him and rushed into the store. Made my way inside, back behind some bookshelves, and crouched down to hide ... never once thought about what others in the store might be thinking about my behavior ... I was truly just so fearful that it didn't occur to me.
I'm crouched down and shaking and I hear the tell-tale "bell" chime when the door opened ... I really thought I was going to vomit, I was so scared ... really, I don't think I have ever experienced that kind of terror in my life. Maybe it's how someone feels when they sense "the end" is inevitable, because that's truly what I thought, though I couldn't understand WHY. I closed my eyes, just listening as his footsteps came closer and closer ... and then they stopped. I open my eyes and slowly look up, and there he stood, just inches from me (damn, how did he find me so quick??). We just stared at eachother ... I was speechless ... and then he spoke, in an unmistakably German accent: "You're not the one I want."
Now, I'm no fruitcake, but this guy just VANISHED. I jumped up from there and ran all over that little store, grabbing people and asking if they'd seen him. They all looked at me like I was a whack job and asked, "what guy??" I told them, "That guy in the trenchcoat!! That guy that followed me in!!" Nobody'd seen him. I ran out the front door, knowing for sure that at least I'd see him in that huge parking lot as it was simply impossible for him to NOT be there, even if he'd been running at full speed to get away. All I can say is, HE WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN ...
Obviously the people in the store were already thinking I was off my rocker ... but by God, my husband knew me well and that I was not given to fits of hysteria. Surely HE would believe me?? I got in my car and called him on my cell phone, still shaking and blubbering ... I told him, "I don't know what just happened to me ... you're going to think I'm crazy ... but I'm telling you, SOMETHING IS GOING TO HAPPEN ... SOMETHING involving a young guy in a trenchcoat ... a parking lot ... bookshelves ... and there'll be some kind of 'German' connection ... he is going to kill people ... and he will KNOW the people ... he will "select" them ... " I KNEW THAT I KNEW THAT I KNEW that something unspeakable was going to happen but how could I possibly prevent it -- who on earth would believe such an absurb story?? The police??
This was on Friday, and the next few days I was a basket case, tormenting myself, feeling just plain sick. I questioned MYSELF, over & over & over ... did that REALLY happen?? And if it DID, WHY?? I couldn't think of any other response than to just PRAY.
4 days later (I still vividly recall where I was at the moment the news came over the radio), the tragedy at Columbine occurred. Of course, it was TWO young men in trenchcoats, not one. But:
~~ the first killings occurred in the parking lot
~~ others, in the library ... victims evidently "hid" behind bookshelves
~~ the perpetrators & their victims knew eachother
~~ it took place on Hitler's birthday, AND those responsible were known to frequently converse with one another using German words & phrases
My heart was just CRUSHED ... I think it always will be ... :(
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Cat, that is bizarre........what were you smoking that day????? :) :) ;)
Bizarre things don't happen to me 'cause I'm already bizarre! :rolleyes:
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hello all,
brad and cat. you should be writers. to much for me to read all. lol
hi granny, you can be a writer to.
thank you for sharing it.
have a good night
richard
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Cat........what were you smoking that day????? :) :) ;)
Granny, believe it or not, NOTHING ... was real purist in those days and wouldn't even take wine at communion! :o
Rich, 'nother ((((( HUG ))))) ... hope you're feeling better! :)
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