Share your real life encounters with the unexplainable/creepy stories?

[Moe]

Honestly not really, the only thing I feel creep out by is when I get the feeling that someone is watching me.

 

[maneth]

Honestly not really, the only thing I feel creep out by is when I get the feeling that someone is watching me.

Do you get that a lot? I used to as a preteen and teen, but not so much now in my middle age. The weirdest thing happened when I was walking home from school one day, must've been 11 or 12. I got the weird feeling of being stared at and I looked around and there wasn't a soul in sight. Then I looked up, and a big owl, probably a Eurasian eagle owl, was sitting on a telephone pole staring down at me. We lived in the country at the time, I had about 3 kilometers (2 miles) to walk, and often met no-one on my way home.

 

[Moe]

Do you get that a lot? I used to as a preteen and teen, but not so much now in my middle age. The weirdest thing happened when I was walking home from school one day, must've been 11 or 12. I got the weird feeling of being stared at and I looked around and there wasn't a soul in sight. Then I looked up, and a big owl, probably a Eurasian eagle owl, was sitting on a telephone pole staring down at me. We lived in the country at the time, I had about 3 kilometers (2 miles) to walk, and often met no-one on my way home.

Not much anymore, either I aged past that or what ever use to creep me out when leaving my basement at night is gone. My mom thought our home was hunted for a while, she's really sensitive to the dead, almost like a medium.

 

[maneth]

Not much anymore, either I aged past that or what ever use to creep me out when leaving my basement at night is gone. My mom thought our home was hunted for a while, she's really sensitive to the dead, almost like a medium.

Yikes! I only get that creepy feeling in old churches, particularly those that were originally consecrated Catholic (I live in Finland where the majority denomination is Lutheran, although I'm not a believer myself).

 

[Gryffindorian]

Do you get that a lot? I used to as a preteen and teen, but not so much now in my middle age. The weirdest thing happened when I was walking home from school one day, must've been 11 or 12. I got the weird feeling of being stared at and I looked around and there wasn't a soul in sight. Then I looked up, and a big owl, probably a Eurasian eagle owl, was sitting on a telephone pole staring down at me. We lived in the country at the time, I had about 3 kilometers (2 miles) to walk, and often met no-one on my way home.

There's a scientific explanation for this phenomenon.

 

[maneth]

There's a scientific explanation for this phenomenon.

Thanks! I had read about cortical blidness before, but this was new to me.

 

[Jedman67]

I remember as a kid my brother played a magic trick on us, transforming a straight-backed hairbrush into one with a protrusion. Except he never changed it back, so it must have always been like that and my memory is playing tricks on me.
Sometimes - rarely now, but less so when i was younger - I'd get this weird feeling, like I lost my sense of kinesthesia where I thought that I'd gotten turned around in my bed, except that it was the whole room that got turned around, and when I tried to move suddenly the directions would just make sense. I've always assumed that to be a kind of residual dream when waking up.

And I don't think you can call it creepy but the dreams i get when i really need to go to the bathroom are beyond strange.

 

[Gary7]

I have two stories, but not unexplainable, perfectly explainable, but they're the most creepy experiences I had.

First is a camping trip at the beach which involved Magic Mushrooms. We all took Magic Mushrooms at night and for me, they simply didn't kick in, everyone was enjoying tripping and then eventually, they all went to bed. I stayed away sitting at the fire. Suddenly after about 4-5 hours after taking them, I notice the logs and sticks in the fire start slithering around themselves like snakes and I'm like "welp, here it comes I guess" and then because it was a new moon meaning, it was pitch black and the only light I had was fire, I couldn't really focus on anything and suddenly started feeling like, I was jumping through time by 5-10 minutes at a time, for example, at one part, I needed to go back to the toilet, so now I do remember, I did go to the toilet, came back and sat down, but after about a minute of getting back, my memory of going to the toilet was "Did I go to the toilet or did I just crap my pants?", then suddenly a flash, I've gone from sitting at the fire, to sitting the car listening to music, then flash, I'm back to the camp fire. After sobering up I remember everything, going to the toilet, then going to the fire, then going to the car, then going to bed, but at the time, my short term memory was basically fried so It felt like, I was jumping through time and I started freaking out, because we're at the beach, and what happens, if I suddenly "leap" through time and I've 1km out in the ocean. At that point I made the right decision to go to bed but until I fell asleep, I was seriously creeped out by the entire experience.

Two things about this that I can relate to:
1) I took magic mushrooms only once before, back when I was in college. And I too watched the two guys I was with begin to experience the effects while I was perfectly normal. Then, about a half hour later (which was about 4 hours after first eating them), it kicked in. I didn't hallucinate at all. But, the detail of what I'd observe was incredibly sharp. We went walking in a nature preserve that had a mountain (a completely sober guy was accompanying us, so we wouldn't do anything stupid). We hiked up the hillside, eventually reaching the top. While I was hiking I'd look at the trees lining the path... and feel this peculiar affinity with them. Like the trees wanted me to stay with them, be their guardian friend. But I resisted and kept hiking. When we got to the top, it was beautiful. But then oddly, I started feeling paranoid. I started getting really scared and wondered if this feeling was the premonition of dying. Everyone tried to calm me down... and it eventually worked. But I was still unsettled and just wanted to leave. When we got back to the dorm, the sun had set. There was a fabulous cloud formation and the colors of the sunset were like something from a Van Gogh painting. I wasn't hallucinating, but the detail of the clouds was so incredibly crisp. You know how you can pick out representations of faces, objects and landscapes in clouds when looking in a cloud cluttered sky? Well, just amplify that by several fold. I could make out so much going on, I was fixated. Again, no hallucination, as I didn't see detail that wasn't there, but I could see so much more "into" it.

2) I'm not one who indulges in pot much, and at this point I don't do it any longer. But one time I'd had a particularly potent intake of it. I think the friend who procured it got it from a source where they "embellished" it or something. My friend and his girlfriend were fine. But I wasn't. After the "laughter" phase wore off, everything began to change. And it was similar to what you described in your mushroom experience. I began to find myself "looping" in time, sort of like having incredibly vivid deja-vu to the exact opposite. I'd be in the present moment, but then it would shift and I'd feel like I was "ahead" looking back in time at what was taking place, then back to the present followed by being "behind"... meaning everything that was taking place was ahead of me in time. This feeling kept looping over and over and over and over and over again... seemingly endless. I started freaking out. I claimed that whatever was in the pot was destroying my mind and that I'd need to go to the hospital so they could counteract it in time, or else I'd suffer permanent brain damage. My friends reassured me I'd be alright. I didn't quite believe them. They took me outside for a walk. It was chilly out and my leather jacket was barely keeping me warm. But as we walked, I felt like I was separating from my body, almost like astral projection (something I've heard about but never experienced). I really thought that I was going to die, but my friends kept calming me down. Keep in mind, they had the same stuff... so it boggled my mind that they didn't experience this as well. That's why I thought it was me, having a bad reaction, and that they were calm only because it wasn't happening to them. It took about 6 hours for this to wear off. But, I didn't feel normal the next day. Nor the next. I felt "outside myself" somehow. It wasn't until a full FIVE DAYS LATER that I was finally feeling completely normal.

In the past I'd have taken a few hits of a joint and then ended up in a very jovial mood... my hidden humor talent would suddenly emerge and I'd get people laughing, and then they'd joke and I'd find everything so incredibly funny. Such a good feeling all around. If it was always like this, I'd probably smoke pot on a regular basis! Alas, not to be. The paranoia happens much more often. And the time tripping I described happened on 2 following occasions years later, when I wanted to "test it out" and see if that horrible experience I described was just an isolated incident. It wasn't as intense, but unpleasant. So, I don't do it. The only "drug" I take is a little alcohol in moderation, enough to relax but not get drunk. On occasion.