Ruin My Week
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“I saw a beer bottle dropped from a 13th floor window into bricks and it bounced.” –comfortablybum
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“My dad passed away in 1992. Among other things I inherited a 1980 Chevy LUV pickup. It may have been through ignorance but I had looked high and low for 4 bolts that needed replaced on the U joint. They were special And shouldered . I stopped everywhere looking for these bolts. Chevy nor Izusu had them.
I was at my wits end as I had been looking for two months. One day a buddy of mine and me stopped at a hamburger joint that had a parts store next to it. We got out and I said I am gonna check this parts store and I had one the bolts in my hand. As we were walking to the store, a guy that I can only describe that looked like the Jesus your grandmother had a picture of on her wall walked by us and said howdy or some shit .
But here is what freaked me out. He said, those look like they’re U joint bolts for a Chevy LUV pickup. I bet you’re having a heck of a time (yes he said heck) finding them.
Come over here I think I have some in my truck . He walked over to his truck looked in a 5 gallon bucket and handed me 4 perfect bolts exactly like I needed. My jaw dropped. I tried to pay him or buy him a hamburger and he said no, just help someone else out if you get the chance. That was 28 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday.” –OkSlim60
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” I was staying at my dad’s place for the weekend when I was about 16 and he lived out of town in rural Australia, the kind of place you don’t lock doors etc. The house was pretty long, with my dad’s room being right at the front of the house in a loft style second floor, and my room was literally down the other end of the house, I would say about 20 meters away down the end of a hallway with a few other rooms and bathroom on the way.
It was just he and I there that weekend and I stayed up late on the computer and went to bed about 2am, got into bed and started listening to music to go to sleep to. About 2 minutes in, I hear the door at the end of the hall SLAM shut, and I had not closed it. I immediately take my earphones out and went to call out thinking it was my dad when a bedroom door right next to it opened (no one occupied that room at this time) and I immediately got that shaky shiver feeling all through my body, knowing something wasn’t right and assuming someone had broken in.
After about 30 seconds or so of silence, I hear a loud thud on the wooden hallway floor, like a stomp. After about 5 seconds, it happens again, and again, again, it was in a rhythm. About halfway down the hall to my bedroom, there was a little bit off the side where the bathroom was, which had an old wooden sliding door that was extremely loud to open and close. After about 30 seconds of the stomping in the hall stopping (at this point I was nearly throwing up from fear) the bathroom door was ripped open with all the strength you could imagine, like how you would imagine someone to do it in a complete and utter rage. I sat there completely paralyzed, thinking ‘my room is the next stop’.
I sat, waited, and nothing. I literally sat up in my bed until the sun came up at which point I ran up to my dad’s room to explain what had happened. We go through the house and nothing, nothing out of place, all the doors shut (which he had actually locked all but one). My dad said he did not come down and he has never been known to sleep walk or anything in his life.” –spaffdribblersfc
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“I can summon (I don’t know a better word for it) a boy to message me. It’s one specific boy who was a close friend when we were 12-13. Once we left to go to high school, we kinda lost touch. I think about messaging him sometimes and usually within 10 minutes I’ll get a message from him. It’s really bizarre and it only happens with this one dude. Once we didn’t talk for a year and then he messaged me randomly after I thought about reaching out. I asked him why he messaged and he said that he felt a weird feeling wash over him and it’s like it pushed him to message me. It’s really bizarre, although probably just a coincidence.” –mwhittling
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“Outside my bedroom window was a paddock. And one morning i saw a rabbit running across towards the woods behind the paddock. It was a MINIMUM of 5 foot tall…. It was bigger than a flemish. I know they can get over 4 feet when stretched, but this lad was closer to 5 while still all hunched up. I had been awake for over an hour so it wasn’t a dream. My ex was with me and saw it as well. Same exact description as me. It was the brownish grey of a wild hare. The most rational explanation i can come up with (but still dont believe) is that it was a large grey kangaroo and was missing its tail. That would make it look more rabbit like and could explain the way it moved?” –thats180times
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“Squirrel wearing a leaf cape.” –anotherclown
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“I was taking a trip with my then-girlfriend and we had to cross the Hudson River to get to where we were going. There are only a handful of bridges across, and I know them all from having grown up in the area.
On that particular trip we were supposed to take The Bear Mountain Bridge, but I got off the wrong exit and passed it. We decided it wasn’t a big deal. The next bridge, The Newburgh-Beacon, was actually closer to where we were going. It would just bring us over little bit past our destination, but not enough to really matter. So we kept on driving, not really paying specific attention to where we were since it was probably 20 – 30 mins until we got there.
Well, we never crossed the Newburgh-Beacon that day. We also never crossed the Bear Mountain. And we certainly didn’t drive an extra half an hour to the Mid Hudson or turn around and go back to the Tap. When we did take a minute to check where we were, and how close the bridge was, we found we were already on the other side of the river. No bridge, we were just already there.
So either there’s a secret tunnel somewhere under the river, we had our memories erased, or we found some kind of spatial rift somewhere in the Hudson Valley.” –T__h__r__o__w___Away
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“I used to work nights, it was a fairly simple job and I was pretty much alone in an abandoned building. I was basically security to prevent people from coming in and clearing people out if there were any. Occasionally you’d get some teens hanging about, the odd homeless person or some You-Tubers filming but nothing out of the ordinary. I understand that the night and your brain can play tricks on you in the dark and when you’re tired but I don’t know how to explain what I saw and I’m sure there is a logical explanation for it.
I just went into a room, it was pretty much empty. I saw three shadows on the wall but there was nothing to explain how the three “human” shadows were there. It was just really creepy and I got really bad vibes. So I just went out and I saw a very tall slim, not of this world figure on the other end of the hallway, so that was me done.” –thedudeisalwayshere
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“I was driving home from work on the back roads and was driving behind a car that was the same make, model, and year of my car, just a different color. Further down the road, we both get into the turn lane to turn left onto a long, straight road with open fields on either side. The car in front of me turns onto this road and I wait for a car to pass, and then turn as well. It takes less than 5 seconds. However, when I turn onto the road, the car that had been driving in front of me was nowhere to be seen. This road has no turn offs and it’s long and straight so you can see pretty far ahead of you. The car had just vanished and I still think about it today. I have a dash cam now but I wish I had had one back then because I question what actually happened that day.
After I turned onto this road and noticed the car was no longer in front of me, I looked all around me and could see the other car driving away behind me but the car that looked like mine was nowhere to be seen. There was nowhere on that road where the car could’ve pulled off or I would’ve seen it. It was still very light outside (around 6:30 in June) and the road was surrounded by cotton fields, I believe, which do not grow high enough to cover a car.” –omglookawhale
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“I was once standing in line at Target. A mother and her (I guess) three year old were in front of me in the checkout lane. I never met them before in my life. The child was riding in the shopping cart and the mother went forward to better unload it. The child looks dead at me, smiles, laughs and said my first name, very clearly, twice. I have an uncommon first name, which made it even stranger.” –mycenea1961
