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>Distincly remember owning a Barney the dinosaur plushie that I carried everywhere with me. School, outside, at the dinner table, everywhere.
>Sustain head injury, survive
>Plushie is missing, never see it again
>Years later I asked my mom where the toy went
>"But you never had one of those?"

MY SKIN IS FALLING OFF

I have an unplaceable memory from early childhood that involved hiking through the woods near my house with my father, and stumbling on a ruined cobblestone courtyard. I remember many times asking my dad when this happened only to have him deny it. Nowadays its more of a memory of a memory, and I assume it was just a dream anyway, but it used to bug me a lot.

I've got two.
>Be 8
>Best Friend lives 2 houses away
>school nite, but allowed to sleep over
>morning comes and my dad fetches me
>thought we'd be late for bus
>as we pass the houses I can only remember him dragging me to my house in 3rd person


>I get a lot of Deja Vu
>sometimes it is connected with my past dreams
>I tell friend about these 'dragon' chips I tasted (1 year ago)
>recently got chips that fit the description
>deja vu'd then yup.avi

When i was very little i used to have haunting dreams where everything was very geometric and everything was black and white. usually i was walking through a long long white corridor feeling great dread constantly. the corridor's floor was paved in black and white checkerboard tiles and every 4-5 meters there was a pedestal with a weird kind of modernistic monolithic piece of art on it.

then a couple years later i got a pc cd with a couple games on it from my uncle. he said he got it with a computer magazine or something, but it was games for kids so i could have it. on there were a couple of really strange games. this was in the time of early windows 95, so they were pretty much all point and click games.

i vividly remember one of these games being exactly like that dreamtho, for some reason.

bamp

bmp

bumping, anyone got anything else?

>The aristocrats
>Nursery school

>>9419911
Same thing happened to me OP but it was from my eye. I thought I popped my tear duct out of something. It was pyramid shaped, had purple veins, and was a hard red tissue. It was probably 4-6mm in size. weird.

in all of my memories before the age of 6 everyone is speaking in russian.
i'm scottish?

>>9420884
That's actually hilarious...
but I believe you, because lots of my dreams are all in Russian and I have NO idea what they're saying.

>>9420876
>>9420876
aristocats* haha sorry. nursery is for 1-5 year olds in england.

>>9420893

Oh, I'm sorry OP, I was the one who read it wrong. I was just wondering what a 1-5 year old was doing watching a movie containing obscene humor. I guess one letter makes all the difference.

I had a dream a few years back that I walked into a building (that I later remembered to be my preschool) and in the main room there were around 12 people in black robes chanting. I couldn't see any of their faces and the last thing I remember dreaming was one of them approaching me and reaching out his arms.

I have a ton of these.

>There was a shed behind my house
>never went into it because cluttered with broken furniture and spiders
>Overheard parents talking about how someone used to live back there
>asked them about it later, "wtf are you talking about. it's just a toolshed."

>go digging for dino bones in back yard
>find small bones
>mom tells me to stop dicking around, it's just the dead cat
>we never had a cat

>terrified whenever my older brother and dad got in fistfights
>they'd fight often, and once the neighbors called social services
>distinctly remember my dad kicking my brother in a parking lot
>never talks about this ever, bro and dad are best of friends now

And other weird shit about my neighbors especially.

>be 8 years old
>outside in front of my house talking to my grandma
>feel sharp pain on the back of my neck
>feel giant knot back there
>have mother check it
>nothing there
>pick at it for five more minuets
>pull of blackish green beetle-spider thing
>scream
>throw it on ground and run back inside

when i went out there to see what it was there was nothing there, when i ask my mom about that day she says it never happened

>>9420892
If you have no idea what they are saying, how do you know it's Russian and not some other Slav language?

>I'm 6 or 7 (30 years ago)
>Walking with dad in the woods
>Get lost a bit
>Suddenly; Fog
>Lose dad out of sight
>Scream
>Hear my dad yell to run toward his voice
>Run
>Trip, and freak the hell out while lying
>Something is holding my leg
>Turn to see what it is
>See a tombstone
>Hand out of grave holding my leg
>Panic totally, yell my lungs out
>Dad suddenly there and picks me up
>I turn around and Tombstone is gone
>We get home and never mention it again
>I have nightmares, all the time

15 years later.. (15 years ago)
>Still have those nightmares about it
>Remember vividly the location and everything
>Ask dad about that day
>Dad says it never happened
>Dad says that its not possible anyway, tombstone in forest

Last summer..
>Still the nightmares, getting even worse
>Going back to the woods, by myself

>>9420947


>Choose a sunny day, lots of sunlight
>Arrive at location i think it was
>Put my backpack down and sit on a log
>Try to phone home, no signal
>Take a few steps to see if signal will get better
>Nothing
>Turn around
>Backpack gone
>Suddenlyl Darkness
>Suddenly; Fog
>Feel like Ray Charles
>Cant see shit
>Trip
>Turn around while laying on ground
>See Tombstone
>Shit bricks
>Pass out

6 hours later..

>Wake up next to creek
>Backpack under my head, like pillow
>It's night, pitch dark
>Nothing is heard in the forest
>Find car using portable GPS
>See something written on car with mud
>Read "YOUR OURS NOW"
>Sit in car, search keys in pocket
>Pass out again

4 Hours later..
>Wake up in car
>It's 7am exactly
>I'm in my own driveway
>Not a clue how I got there
>No gas is used (5 hour drive)
>See wife trough bedroom window
>Want to get out of car, but cant move
>Panic attack
>Pass out 3rd time
>Get woken up by wife
>Somehow able to move a little
>Wife helps me get out
>Walk to house and open door
>Get on the (woorden) floor
>Suddenly people are in the house
>Everybody walk the dinosaur.
>Really does not make any sense.

>>9420934
...well i'm guessing it's russian, it sounds like it

>>9419911
this was incredibly difficult to read
I got REAL squeamish

>>9420955
>>9420934
Yeah I can hear it and I know some words. I have a Russian friend so I recognize the language... doesn't mean I know it lmao.

>mfw when op's detailed description

>>9420963
...yeah, that's what i'm saying.

>>9420951
totally happened

>>9419911
>>9420025
Dude, I sustained a horrid head injury sledding when I was about five years old. I shattered my nose and fractured my skull and woke up in the snow, alone, blood everywhere, when my mom came running out into the dark, tranquil snowy night to scoop me up and take me to the E.R. While there, I entered a M.R.I., then just after someone handed me a plush Barnie toy. Maybe he is involved in head injury's in some way?

>>9420974
>Barnie
>injury's

>>9420929
how many legs did it have

I have another other than the sledding story, this is a memory centered one (thread related).
I was outside one day and my dad was at work, mom was inside taking a nap, about 6 years old. My brother and I figured out that gassoline was fun as fuck, and I drenched my teddy bear in gasoline and blazed that nigguh up. Following this terrible decision, the ground around him sprung into flames. I picked up the flaming teddy with a stick and flung him at the shed a few yards away, which then lit the shed's front left door on fire. I started running and sortof blacked out. I woke up in my bed, walked out to see wtf happened to the shed, and found my mom in the kitchen. She explained that my neighbor found me a mile or so down the road, bearfoot, apparently sleep walking. They then picked me up and took me home, where I was put in bed and fell asleep. The weird part is I actually did light that poor teddy up, but apparently no one ever noticed or asked why the shed was burnt. I never figured out how I ended up sleep walking down the road...

I have a distinct, vivid memory of eating part of my own tongue at age 7, and that being the reason I'm always so thirsty. Now it turns out my tongue is intact and I was a hydrophile since infancy?

I have a very feint memory of me levitating down my stairs as a young child. I also owned a Barney the dinosaur toy that talked even when I took the batteries out.

>>9420025
>>9420974
>>9421027

I'm scared.

>>9421027
>>9419911
I had a Robby the Robot toy that had no batteries but would function on occasion with no one controlling it. My mom, dad, and brother witnessed this possessed toy function on its own over a five year period. We intentionally kept it in the kitchen so we could observe if this creepy fuck would make a move. It was actually pretty cool.

>7 years old
>With parents watching tv, mattress on the floor
>I look around the mattress and see little things crawling around the room
>SEE FUCK TON OF HUGE SPIDERS
>Start freaking out
>Parents don't remember any spiders or me doing that

Could've been a dream

Once while I was in preschool, we were having snack time or something of the sort. I remember so very clearly sitting next to the same guy I always sat with and opening my milk jug...and then out of nowhere, I'm like 5 mintes in the future. Most everyone is done with their cookies, mine are gone and I had apparently stole the kids who sits next to me too. I was completely shocked(and kinda pissed that I didn't get to eat my fucking cookies) by this. I remember feeling almost like I went on full auto pilot and some other part of me entirely took over for that short period. I've had similar experiences to this all through my life, but none do I remember as vividly as this.

Adding to the sledding, gasoline bear, and Robby, I next to a lake shore in PA growing up, and my brother and I used to throw shit into the lake all the time, usually toy centered, to watch them float away. We found a huge Pinocchio doll, stuffed toy, floating near our lake front, whom we kept with us for a while after he dried out. One day we decided he needed to return to that lake for some reason, so we tossed him in the lake and watched him float off. Weeks later, he wound up back on our shoreline. Strangely, we took him out, examined him again, and tossed him back in. He came back again, so we again tossed him back in, far into the water this time. He never returned. I must have been 5 years old or so. Many strange memories from that house.

>>9421066
Oh! And this other time when I was a wee lil' one, I had the flu or something and in the middle of the night, I crawled to the bathroom to vomit. Dry heaved for what felt like forever and finally after like years of work, poop slid out of my mouth and into the toilet bowl. This sounds like a joke, but I assure you it's not. Being as young as I was(and being a bit of a weird kid), I thought this was coolest thing ever. I to this day have no idea if it was feces or if there was just some weird stuff going on in my belly. I like to believe it was doodie.

This isn't my story but i remember seing it in a NOPE thread and enjoyed it.

>be 8
>mom and dad go out
>grandma come's over to babysit me
>have standard night
>watch TV with grandma then go to bed
>in the morning my parents are very confused
>message left on our answering machine consisting of me and my grandma laughing hysterically
>me nor grandma have any idea how it happened

>preschool
>in class with other kids
>big as fucking bug like a cockroach or something I'm talking like a foot-long thing
>other kids see it and start screaming
>teacher goes to check it out
>nothing is there

>be 4
>jumping on bunk bed
>fall
>hit head on toy-box
>just before passing out remember seeing blood
>fade in and out
>hear parents voices maybe it was screaming
>wake up on floor. no blood. parents are not home.
>ask late what happen when i fell from the bunk
>"you fell?!?"

>be 6
>slam thumb in car door
>for all intensive purposes its not connected to me anymore
>remember going to a bunch of different locations (not the hospital)
>heals in under a week
>1 week later from the accident ask my parents how it healed so quickly
>"You broke you thumb?"

>about 7 or 8
>live near the woods
>one day a kitten walks out or the woods and comes up to me
>it smells very strange, not bad, just really strange
>pick it up, examine it a bit
>huge piece of skin gone, in it's place is something that looks like scrambled eggs and smells like plaque.
>go to show friends
>cat has a normal side

>>9420929
WAT. DA. FACK.
The same EXACT thing happened to me.

Not paranormal or anything but this was interesting.

>Playing in the backyard, it's raining.
>Chase my dog over to the other side of the yard
>Rain stops
>Go back to the other side, and it's still raining
>Stand in the center, raining on one half of me, and not on the other
>Fuckin weather systems man

2 years ago...

i wake up on night, i was paralized, maybe becouse of a nightmare,not sure of that, i just couldnt move, after 5 minutes i was able to move, go to bed with mom, told what happened told me to sleep, i slept again... then wake up becouse of a sound, i told mom "whats happening?", i look forward, then i listen "Shhhh". i felt like someone take my neck from behind... pass out.. i ask mom, she said that nothing happened

>>9421284
sounds exactly like i a tick to me. same sorta thing happened but i realized later that day it had been a tick.

since i had pulled it out while i was in the house the fuckin thing decided to attach itself to my cat and had to pull it out of him a day later. Flushed that sonofabitch.

3 AM i was looking at tv, then turn light off...
before going to bed i tried to change channel.. manually
noticed that theres no signal of any channel on tv.
then i looked to the stairs, and i said look(" el vi ") i dont know what that mean. then suddenly appeared a statue of Virgin Mary covered in blood going from the 1st floor to my room,
shitted brix, tried to run. looked back , theres the wall, then i look again to the stairs, its nothing there, and the tv was off
i didnt sleep that night
still wondering what was "el vi"

>be 12 (6 years ago)
>sledding
>sled down hill right into deck in back yard
>go to hospital, get CAT scan
>i got to a hold stuffed dino toy while they stitched me (not barney, a toy long-neck)
>Two years later need to get CAT scan for something (wisdom teeth or some shit, i forget)
> Doctor, "so we need you to not move....blah blah blah"
>Yeah i know, i've have a cat scan before
>my mom yelled and hit me, said that i shouldnt lie to doctors
>she doesnt remember day, scar from that day has "faded"

what the fuck /x/
the fuck

I know I've posted this one in one of the old threads before, but it just is so weird to me. When I was very little my grandpa used to take me to a park with a big field and a pond so he could fly his RC model airplanes around. One gloomy day, in the middle of the nearby baseball diamond I saw a smallish transparent creature walking along the ground on really long spindly spider legs. I assumed it was a shrimp from the nearby pond, but that makes no sense at all since I don't think shrimp live in ponds anyways and they certainly wouldn't decide to get out and take a walk around the park if they did.

My dad used to take me hiking in random places around where we lived an unusual amount.
One particular time, we're walking in the woods that surrounded our small neighborhood (maybe 200 homes, very close together).
Remember distinctly that we both walk up on a large dug-out hole in the ground big enough to fit 4 -six coffins. I'm talkin' width-wise, not depth-wise.
There's so many carcasses of hollowed out animals with only the skulls left in the skins in this hole I can't really make out what's what. Only thing I'm staring at is the massive dog, large enough to be a bear, but with the face of a shepherd-lab mix, jaws gaping.
The smell was atrocious.
I remember so distinctly not only because of the horror, but because my dad suddenly told me to run and gave me a quick shove.
I ran home fast as my little pansy-ass could go.

Note: There were rumors of folks who'd been eaten in our neighborhood by massive dogs, larger than men.

Additional Note: Later that year, my best friend who lived 5 houses down from me went walking in the same woods and didn't make it 20 feet before her and her brother came across a foot still in a shoe.

Small town in Mississippi: We never heard of anyone who went missing.

WHO IS FOOT

>>9421443
Also, my dad claims this never happened. But I remember how freaked out he was when he got home. I call bullshit!

About 6 or so.
Have such a vivid dream that a large, circular, white spaceship lands in the back garden.
It's not like spaceships in the movies, it's got columns and shit.
Next morning there's a large burnt circular patch in the grass in the garden.

What the hell.

>>9419911
How big are your fucking nostrils that you can fit enough fingers in there to pinch it?

OK, this is something I've remembered as really happening for ages. It makes no sense, but what the hell, right?

>Be little kid
>Live in small rust-belt town, perfectly normal house, no ghosts, no nothing
>House has 1-car garage
>We don't keep the car in the garage because it's always messy as fuck

>Every once in a while I would go into the garage alone
>I would slowly levitate into the air
>I would float around the garage (not under my own power, more like zero gravity except I never got close to a wall)
>A female voice would start talking
>It sounded kind of computer-generated and I could never remember anything it said
>I would float around the garage for hours until I finally got back to the ground
>Never told anybody about it

This stopped happening for the most part by the time I was 12 or so. My parents still live in that house and every time I go home, I go into the garage, but I've never had anything weird happen in there again.

>be maybe 6
>home alone at night
>walk past bottom of staircase
>my huge stuffed dinosaur gets thrown down the stairs, lands in front of me
>but who was home?
>NOPE
>spend the rest of the night until parents get home in the front yard

not creepy, just gross and kinda weird
>be 12
>be on period
>wake up, change out of pj's in front of mirror
>what the fuck
>smears of blood on my torso and neck
>clothing wraps around me very tight, from all the tossing and turning i do at night, basically, i couldnt have done it to myself while asleep
>dont remember waking up to do this
>didnt even start to fap until 14
wat

awesome thread, bamps

i remember having friends over and when they left we all had popsicles and as they left i pulled mine out of my mouth and i looked down i pulled my tongue out of my mouth and in my other hand was my popsicle

>>9421593
u were home alone at age 6?

>>9421074
>>9421074
>>9421074

Conneaut Lake?

>>9421617

My parents had gone to the grocery store or something. they were gone for like an hour. It's not like they went out and just left me.

as someone interested in child psychology, this thread is extremely interesting.

I agree that some of these stories are incredibly weird and hard to explain, but the explanations we as children think up simply because we dont have the experience to know exactly wat it is, it's hilarious.

I remember one time when I was really really young, like 3 or 4 me and my sister found a huge foot print. We could actually both sit in the thing it was so large. It was humanoid in shape but the sheer size was just mind boggling.

I thought it was a dream until I asked her about it and she says she remembers it too.

>>9421630
now im pissed cuz my bf and i are in this everlasting fight as to how old a child should be in order to be able to stay home alone. He's always winning but legally (at least in my state) you cant leave a child home alone under the age of 10.

> Be at bestfriends house
> Be in living room, full view of the stairs
> Suddenly see a guy who looks like Osmosis Jones go up the stairs
> Watch him turn the corner and go towards friends room
>wtf

>Go eat dinner

My earliest memory is of going to get a glass of water and seeing a witch from Scooby Doo sitting in my front room, slicing the knees off my sister. Pretty sure it was a dream but... damn

>>playing in my sandbox in my backyard
>>there is a medium sized forested area behind my house before you get to the next neighborhood over
>>I look up in the sky and notice what looks like a bombshell falling into the back of the woods
>>run in and tell my family that we are getting bombed
>>they all laugh and don't believe what I saw
>>I still live near the forested area, and I'm gonna go in and look where I saw the bombshell thing land - also I made forts and stuff so it will be cool to see

I remember when I was little, I was just sitting down watching TV, when I started screaming saying I was covered with ants. I tried rolling around, my mom grabbed me, and it stopped instantly. She took my temperature and everything, no fever, nor was I asleep.

> be 5/6
> Derping around in bed, don't wanna sleep yet
> Using my awesome superpowers
> Seeing disney movie logos on my window pull down
>Fuck yeah i'm awesome
>See light under the covers
> Go under the covers, Aladdin and Genie sitting around a fire with a tent
> "Where's jasmine?"
> "In the tent, get her genie !"
> impending doom
> Jumps out of bed and runs to grandparents room
> Get in bed with them, hide behind my grandpa
> Genie runs in, bumps the dresser and looks around, unable to find me then leaves
>wtf
>Go to sleep
>Wake up there in the morning

op here. this one i'm probably just remembering wrong or something but

i must've been about 6, and i'm with a friend about to walk into my house when suddenly i lose all control of my body, i just go completely limp and i can't do anything, like someone letting go of a puppets strings. i remember being able to look up at him and trying to say help but nothing will work, absolutely no part of me will move. he just stands there and looks down at me for about five whole minutes in which i can do nothing but roll my eyes about. i can't remember getting up or anyone helping me, the memory just ends there. i still have him on facebook and asked him ages ago about this and he said no you just tripped on your doorstep and got right back up.

This memory 'apparently' isn't true, but I've been convinced that it happened for so long..

>That I pulled off my friend's skirt when she was about 6 (same age as me), and I got grounded for it.

Apparently it never happened..

>Be laying in bed
>Look at clock, it's 10 pm
> Close eyes for a second
> Have 4 second stupid dream about tying a shoe
>open, it's 4 am

>omg Aliens

I remember I had a dream where I was at my aunts house and she hit her head, and then when she did, white, green, black and yellow juices came out.

I remember once I got up to answer the phone after laying on the couch for ten seconds. I just kind of blacked out and woke up on the floor four hours later. Spontaneous narcolepsy?

Might not be the same but I recall, as a kid, if I twisted my legs together and seized them hard, they'd rotate places. I used to do it over and over, and afterward, I'd stand up and go "Thank god I stopped at the right number!" and be all proud that I still had my legs on the right way.

Yup. Those were the days. Back when I had bendy legs.

My earliest memory is of being in a house that my parents lived in when I was a little over a year old, I was like flying around the house and there were witches and things and anytime I bring up the place they say I can't possibly have any memory because I was so young but I remember the shapes of the rooms and they say that it's that house. They chalk it up to home movies or some shit.

>>9420876
cats

>>9420025

Like this one?
I found it in a crowded street when hanging with some friends, like 7 years ago.
We put it in a high, visible place, waiting for the owner to claim it.
Never happened.

It lacks an eye, wich we replaced with a sewn button.
We thought it was fucking creepy since the very beggining

>>9421639
lol, when we were kids we used to make giant footprints in the woods for people to find.

>>9420215

Did anyone else notice that this guy's dream sounds exactly like a description of masonic temple imagery?

Ok, i'm not an english speaker, but i'll try.

>6 or 7 years old.
>passing the weekend at grandma's
>in summertime, the whole hood (small houses close to each other) takes out chairs after dinner, and do stuff until late.
>Suddenly everything is quiet.
>People around, grandma sewing in her chair.
>Look up.
>See a glowing disc slowly appear 10-15m above the nearest roof.
>Plenty of little lights enlight the street.
>Look around, everybody is quiet and relaxed, minding their own business.
>Fucking UFO's so close you can nearly touch it.

I asked my grandma about this many years after, and she remembers the incident, but she laughs at it.
It's an old woman who never lies, and doesn't know shit about UFOs.
Many years have passed, and i "know" it's a false memory, but its still fresh in my retins.
I live with it, people laughs, i laugh. Life goes on.

Pic related, her hood.

> late 70s, Indianapolis Children's Museum
> navigated from floor to floor by walking up and down a small (7x7ft?) little series of steps arranged in a circle
> not the big ramp structure that occupied the center of building
> it was on the first floor -- walk around it once, you're on the second floor, etc
> had no faith that it would work
> hey presto, it did; but I wondered how for years
> return in later 70s or early 80s
> ask my parents where it is and how it worked
> blank stares

>>9421860
Yep.

>be 4
>go to italy for my aunt's wedding
>during rehersal dinner forced to stay with cousins and sister
>Ditch babysitter and start walking around the grounds
>Find goose and cat.
>Cat is nice, cousin picks it up
>Goose is mean, chases my sister
>Go back to the villa
>Goose is waiting for us in the room, baby sitter is gone
>Says something in italian
>jumps out the window.
All of us were there but when I asked my cousins and sister they didn't know what I was talking about.
>Be having reoccuring nightmares about that goose until I turn 6

>Be 5/6
>Staying at grandma's/grandpa's
>Grandpa gets drunk, starts acting like a loon
>Dances around with a T-shirt and no pants on; his dick is flying around Bruno-style
>lolwat

>Kindergarten
>"Draw a memory of your grandparents"
>Draw my grandma, grandpa, and I dancing. Grandpa has his dick out, of course
>Teacher tells my parents; they scold me in between shocked reactions and lols

The dick thing didn't happen. The picture, however, did.

>>9421957
even for stuff the wasnt super weird like ur story, it's frustrating when other ppl dont remember certain things that you remember.

When i was in elementary school we went to the science museum at least once a year. Then they made a "new" science museum that wasnt nearly as awesome and i think ive only been there twice.

Anyways, the old science museum had a bunch of awesome stuff (my favorite was the mummy) and one of the cool things was that in the middle of all the exhibits was a staircase going to the upper floor with more exhibits and the stairs were like a giant piano and would play the keys when u stepped on them. All the kids loved it and would play on it till the teachers yelled at us but nobody i've mentioned it to remembers this staircase. I know it existed and everything, just pisses me off that nobody else remembers it.

>>9421992

Samefag, more not-super weird

> Mom was a HS teacher, always had vague "friends" -- usually past students who had returned from college
> Went to visit a friend who had a boy a little younger than me (I was 5; he was 3 or 4)
> One door in his room lead to a stairway to the basement
> Being 5, I had a healthy fear of basements; but he said we weren't allowed down there
> He had loads of toys and mid-playtime, he threw a stuffed animal down to the basement
> He does it again; I follow suit
> He goes manic and EVERY stuffed animal (maybe 15) goes one-by-one down the stairs
> I'm afraid to go get them to clean up after playing
> Mom calls; gotta go.
> Ask mom later -- Did he get in trouble?
> Blank stares

I had these, for lack of a better word, dreams ALL THE TIME when I was a kid. I would say probably ages 5-8. I swear that I was awake during them because I've never had dreams where I could feel things like I could during these episodes.

One of them I was just laying in my bed looking at the ceiling and a sort of ghostly train was floating above me. It was the size of a toy train and it was just flying around my room as if it were on a track. It didn't really bother me at the time but for some reason looking back on it it terrifies me now.

Now this one happened all the time; I would be laying there trying to sleep when all of a sudden a feeling of dread would take over me. I would turn around to look at my window and there would be this green almost cartoonish looking monster trying to climb in the window and for some reason the only thing that would stop it would be me pointing at it with my finger and then it would climb back down out of the window. I don't know why but I wasn't really scared when I looked right at it and I never told anyone else about this stuff. Now I think I was a crazy little kid for not being more scared.

>>9421894
ive left this one before, told you i cant remember if dream or if real

>be a kid, like 4 or 5
>be at family party playing with other kids, its gotten kid of late, but we Mexican so party goes on
>one kid wants to play hide and seek, he is older, me and another guy follow older kid who says we hide in basement.
>older kid opens basement door, lady in all white, with pale as fuck skin and white hair...and dark dark eyes there. she says in spanish "hola ninos.."
>we freak, run and tell parents
>the males go to the door, the lady is standing there, the owner of the house (not sure if family friend, or if he is my uncle) comes over
>"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME ON MY PROPERTY!! LEAVE!!"
>lady smiles and comes out of basement...when she reaches the street all of a sudden every fucking dog from every direction in the neighborhood commences barking.
>they are barking incredibly angry.
>dont know what happens to the lady because at this point, the women at the party rounded up all the kids and took us into the house
>they begin to take us to the attic, oldest one has a bible, one of the younger females comes out of a room
>"I HAVE IT!"
>she is carrying a large, golden, very decorated cross
>we are seated in attic, in a circle, the room is lit with candles
>the women pray over us.

think it is all a dream then one day when i was like 15 or so i hear mom and her brother talking in kitchen as I play N64
>mom:then she came out of the basement and all the dogs started barking
>uncle:maybe it was la llorona (half jokingly)
>me:(listening and remembering my "dream") mom...what are you talking about?
>mom: (silence for a bit)....nothing mijo

> Be 8
> Playing outside with neighbor
> She goes in to get orange juice
> Standing under a tree, suddenly everything is very quiet
>Look up, see a thing that looks like a pterodactyl gliding over the street
> Wings span from the top of one tree to the top of the tree on the other side of the road
> Neighbor comes back out, runs over to me and stares up.
> Watch until it goes up into the sky and behind some clouds
> "Did you just see that..?"
>"Yeah..."
>fuck yeah
> Run inside and tell grandma

I've had tons of paranormal experienced specially as a child but I can't recall any of them.

I think its because something blocked my memories.
A few years ago I got "attacked" by a shadow when I was depressed/trying to sleep.

after that, I can't remember my dreams and I don't get boners anymore when I wake up.

This happened to my grandpa when he was a kid
> in guatemala
> he comes from a family of farmers.
> walking along some road to get back home (all roads were dirt and no such thing as lampposts back then)
> its nighttime
> he starts hearing strange noises
> sees something on the floor that looks like a wooden board
> its "walking" or moving
> takes a closer look and notices that it has an eye in the middle of it
> the eye stares at him
> grandpa freaks out and runs all the way back home as fast as he could

More stories coming...

>>9421971

>be little (2-4)
>in my room at night
>for weeks i've been seeing weird stuff (they were actually bad dreams looking back on it now)
>wake up with warm vibrations going through my body
>the walls look like they're... flickering or something
>i have a baby doll in a stroller by my door
>it starts shaking left to right left to right
>moving its left arm up, kind of waving
>a stuffed gorilla by my closet is reaching its hands towards the door
>freak out, crying and screaming
>run to my parents room

i used to have such vivid nightmares when i was small.

>>9422078
2/?

again grandpa playing as a child
he's younger this time...

Back then when you used to build toilets, it was just deep holes built in the ground and you just put a toilet on top. no such thing as flushing.

>freshly done hole in terrain of future house.
>he's playing there with 2 other kids
> they are playing hide and seek
> play a few times...
>at some point, grandpa is looking for a place to hide when he thinks about going in the hole
> when he goes to check, he finds out one of the 2 kids is there hiding
> he looked...different, strange.
> he was hiding in the dark and kept telling my grandpa to get in the hole and hide there with him since it was the perfect spot to hide and would never be found
>grandpa gets a bad feeling in his gut and keeps hesitating.
>suddenly he hears his 2 other friends talking someplace else
> wtf?
> grandpa turns around and finds his 2 friends
> but then...how could his friend be at 2 places at once?
> he tells story...
> they all go back to the hole and find nothing
>run home scared
>told adults, they investigated.
>found nothing

>>9422054
>>9422054
Heard a story about a "Thunderbird" or something like that taking kids on north America. Large eagle, the size you describe kinda fits the description. It was prolly lining you up for a swoop-grab but neighbour complicated things.

>>9422046
this is the best fucking story in this thread
why didn't you press for information?

>>9422097
Just remembered a few more:

>be 3 or so, not in school yet at any rate
>be sick
>sleep in my moms bed because i feel bad
>wake up during the night
>see my mom peek in the room
>her face is really ashen and gray looking
>it is about 6 feet above the ground and just peering around the corner, just a sideways head
>my mom is not even close to 6 feet
>she says my name and then leaves
>feel my mom shift next to me
>nope nope nope nope

also
>i would always hallucinate a little man, maybe about 4 inches tall
>all black, like a silhouette
>i could make out that he had a tailcoat or something and a tophat
>also had a fancy walking stick
>would only see him when i was sick
>one day tell my dad about him
>my dad is kind of drunk and tells me its normal for our family to see those because we're scottish
>says his used to be blue

He was just humouring me obviously, but i still think of that little guy... One day i plotted to capture him with my dad and then i never saw the little man again.
>mfw

I have a strange memory from when I was very young.

>Visiting family in Ireland
>Wake up in bed in strange house
>Go to get up
>Get told by I think my grandma to go back to sleep, I really can't remember if it was her or what
>Argue that it is early and all the other children are out playing
>Roll back curtain and the neighbourhood kids are all playing in the street outside
>On the other end of the street to my grandma's house
>Get told that it is late and I have to go back to sleep
>Dolly Parton was playing in the background

That is all I remember of it.

Hope I'm just imagining things and wasn't actually molested.

>>9422140
a lot of weird shit happens in south america
I got tons of these stories...

more stories of grandpa...
3/?

he's all grown up now.
Grandpa is a 6'2, 200+pds muscled truck driver.

>doing a transport driving truck
>no lights in the highway
>its just road and your headlights

For those who've never driven in roads with no lights, you can't see SHIT!

>he's driving next to a farm or a field during nighttime
>suddenly, hits something that just ran in front of his truck
> He goes outside to investigate
> finds a bloodied hairy looking creature, he said it looked bipedal, it was muscular and my grandpa had a lot of trouble moving/lifting it.
>grandpa is a strong big ol farmer's son and had machete fights and scars and he isn't easily intimidated
> he was actually pretty freaked out.
>couldn't lift the creature and couldn't see it properly since all he had was headlights
> runs to nearest farm and gets a guy to help him
> drag the body back to farm (no electricity)
>they decide to chain it up in the field and take a closer look in the morning
> grandpa spends the night there
> when they wake up, its gone
> checks out truck. finds traces of hair on his grill.
> he just moves on

thus is life in south america when it comes to paranormal shit

I distinctly remember being about 8 or 9 years old in the woods near my house with my babysitter when I came across something very out of place. Before I go on, this was in Southern California and the enterence to the forest was through a park in a suburban neighborhood, so the woods couldn't have been terribly large, and should really only have basic woodland wildlife in it, but I digress.

We walked into the forest for about 10-20 minutes when I remember smelling the distinct smell of rotting flesh. But the smell had something... else accompanying it, some kind of almost acidic smell that I haven't smelled since. Despite the horrible smell I remember feeling really compelled in the direction it was coming from, and after a few more minutes I found what it was coming from.

There was a full grown albino boa constrictor laying out at about 6 inches wide and about 10-12 feet long. There weren't any visible wounds on it, but it was almost entirely covered in ants, and must have been sitting there for quite some time. I don't remember anything that happened after seeing it for some reason though.

The oddest part is that the forest that was once there is entirely gone, and nobody but my brother remembers it being there. I asked my parents about it a few years ago and they told me there was nothing but a fence beyond the forest, and my babysitter has no recollection of it ever being there. I even checked google maps and google earth of the area it was in and it's just an empty field. I also used the timeline feature on google earth to find the earliest satellite imagery of it which go back to 2004 iirc and there is still nothing there.

pic related; it's the closest image I could find of it on Google images.

>>9422140
>>9422140
drying off from shower right now, ill ask when i get out, since both my parents are home

>>9421340
your mom drugged and raped you

>Playing outside with friends
>Friends go home but I decide to continue playing without them
>Half an hour passes (at least it felt that way)
>Grandma comes outside of my house
>Her car wasn't anywhere in sight, so i don't know how she got there
>She keeps beckoning me over, asking me to give her a big hug
>Joke around with her a bit for some fun by telling her,"No way, grandma! You've gotta catch me first!"
>continue to run around the yard, eluding her warm embrace
>She begins to cry and goes back in my house
>stop running around and try to go tell her I'm sorry
>parents inform me she died that morning
>Have never gotten over the guilt

>>9422272

>>9422183
Any more? i like yours the most so far.

When I was around 5 years old I collected chess horse/ knight pieces(mostly the black ones). I "collected" them by stealing them from chess boards in my grandparents and stashing them in the attic on a windowsill. I don't remember exactly how much I had, but i think I had over 10 chess horses.
A few years back they changed the window in the attic, so all the stuff I had dragged there as a kid got strewn about or thrown out. When looking for something else I found 4 different chess horses (3 black, 1 white)in a box.
I decided to find the chess sets they came from and put them back. I found 3 chess sets and none of them are missing the horses/knights. No one in my family is a chess enthusiast.

Where did those chess pieces come from?

>>9421093
sounds like grandma shared the wrong brownies ;)

>>9422140

they are asleep...long day at work i guess. i'll ask em tomorrow if i see em. I got some other stories.

>its around 1999/2000
>mom is really sick, like really sick
>she wakes up one midnight, hears chains coming from the side doors leading to the backyard.
>hears chains getting closer to bedroom...hears grunting, like from a dog
>chains drag, and she hears em finally come to a stop at her window...
>she says she cant see the animal but knows its a black dog, he is wrapped in chains
>dog begins growling at her....
>after about 5mins the dog walks away from window, it walks to side of the house and exits from the doors it had entered from
>mom tells uncle the next day about her dream, she tells him that she thought it was real but that my dad did not hear anything so she concluded it was a dream
>the whole time my uncle is in silence, staring at my mom.
>after mom finishes her story my uncle just stays quiet....silence feels like it goes on for hours..(really its like 4 mins of silence) then uncle says
>....i heard it too...
>he says he heard chains being dragged, he heard growls, he assumed it was just a dream

>>9421957
I was just thinking about that museum! I remember seeing so many weird things there, but asking my parents about it later... nothing.

Maybe I just couldn't handle all the science.

>>9422286

great grandpa (GGP) story now

>lives with is wife and they have a few kids
>leave kids with parents that night
> ggp leaves to go drinking with his friends
> great grandma stays at home
>she goes to sleep
>she hears noise around the house but figures its ggp as he usually comes back home from a night of getting sauced
>she feels a weight on the bed, as if someone is sitting by the foot of the bed
>minutes go by...
>tells him to lie down in bed
>she starts to get curious and wakes up fully to tell ask him why he's just sitting there in the dark
>sits up...
>there's nobody there
>gets scared and suddenly begins to hear noises coming from the roof

some hours go by
>ggp finally comes home
>tells him the story
> they keep hearing noises on the roof

Thinking it was maybe a robber, ggp goes on roof with a lantern armed with a machete to investigate and tells a few neighbors.

>neighbors (men) circle the house while ggp climbs to check it out
>hear some ruckus and a scream
>ggp is found dead

nobody knows wtf happened to this day and nobody was seen on the roof

my family has a history of getting paranormal activity

>be 3ish
>live next door to a house that parents told me never to go inside or trust neighbor
>walking around cul de sac
>neighbor invites me
>curious so i do
>walking around
>lots of weird paintings and photographs on wall memory too vivid to remember of what exactly
>phone ringing in other room
>goes to answering machine
>some weird shit mumbling on the phone
>go into room where the phone is
>old man naked in the room with a bunch of machines hooked up to him
>turn around
>neighbor is looking at me as if he wants to see how i react
>suddenly my dad walks into the house
>dad punches the neighbor causing him to fall over and yells at him for like a minute
>picks me up and takes me home
>look over dads shoulder and watch the old man wake up and wave
>we move out weeks later

wow. that was terrifying. i haven't really thought about it until now.

>>9422183
>>9422183
hey bro, im the dude with the llorona memory/dream from a previous post

dude my dad told me a couple stories, one was of his grandpa's ghost
>my Dad LOOOVED his grandpa, he would always sleep with him, he did so until his grandpa got old i think
>one day it is grandpas day, he passes away
>i his old age, months, and i think the whole year before he died he would tell my Dad "mijo, they are going to come for me"
>grandma tells me that one night they woke up in the night to the voice of my great grandpa calling my grandpa
>they woke up because they heard knocking then my great grandpa's voice
>"SALVA! (short for salvador)...wake up...it's time to go, im here to get you, we have to go"
>my grandparents tried to ignore it, then i think my grandpa responded that it was not his time yet and the ghost left.

>>9422183
wow
this thread is great
cheers mate ! i love that kind of stories

>>9422359
I'm not surprised.
shit like this happens all the time in our countries.

I have plenty of other stories.

>>9422359
>>9422359
then my Mom's Dad told me another story of one of his dead friends
>A mariachi group had come to town to play at a wedding
>the day after the wedding before they left they were invited to chill by some of the locals
>they played poker all day, this one older gentleman beat the mariachi silly, he refused to take the mariachi's money he just said "you owe me a song"
>the mariachi agreed, the next time he was in town he would have his group play him a song
>like 3 or 4 years later they come back to town
>as they walk around town, on one of the paths they see the old man dressed in a nice brown suit
>"HEY...don't forget you own me a song ok?"
>the mariachi laughs and agrees to drop by his house later
>later when the mariachi goes to the guys house he is informed by the family that the old man died some time after their last visit.
>"what was he wearing when you saw him?"
>"a nice brown suit.."
>"that's what we buried him in.."
>the mariachis visited the guys grave and played him his song there

Another strange memory I have, I want to know if anyone else has experienced something like this, because it seems in the realm of sleep paralysis, I'm not sure though.

>Be very young
>Watching TV in the living room with brother
>Fall asleep while watching TV
>Wake up and am paralysyed in the chair
>Light is still on
>The doorway is complete static, like analogue TV screens when no signal
>Horrible noise getting louder and louder, same as analogue TV when no signal
>sound gets louder and louder
>can't look away from the doorway as the static slowly grows towards me

And that is all I can remember. It happened several times. We had cable at the time so it wasn't that the TV had gone wrong and it entered into my dream.

Seeing as that is the limit to my memory I can't remember whether or not I woke up from it, to find everything normal, or what happened.

I imagine it was a recurring nightmare though. Still, felt very real.

>>9422387
That was a neat story. Not gonna lie, you're my favourite person in the thread right now.

>>9420974
>>9420025
I had a Barney plush growing up as a child that I took EVERYWHERE until I was at least 8 maybe 9. COULD NOT sleep without the thing. I left it SOMEWHERE. A few days after I lost it my friend's mom calls to tell me they found it at their house.

It was late but I made my mom go get it anyways. I distinctly remember being in the car waiting for them to bring out the doll. However, I have not seen the doll ever again. I don't remember ever getting it back from them even though we drove over there to get it. My mom does not recall this happening. She thinks I left the toy in a store.

I never had a brain injury but that friend was in a bad car crash shortly after that with her mom and brother. Her mom and brother were both FINE but my friend was in a wheel chair for MONTHS.

that was very common to me, i had that kind of effect after sleeping and waking up at midnight till 2 years ago, (i have 19). and a old women told me that i need to be carefull i could have died with that

>vividly remember a dream i had when i was 3 of my grandfather crying and running in the street with a gun in his hand
>never thing much of it
>years later, my father tells me the story of his dead brother
>my grandfather who was a doctor invited all his doctor friends to see the newborn baby
>one of them forgot to change his clothes
>he infected my uncle with a deadly disease and the toddler died a few weeks later
>then my grandfather picked up a gun and was on his way to his friends house
>it's exactly as i remember from my dream

Genetic memory, fuck yeah.

>>9422054
My father has a very similar story to this. He claims that when he was a kid, a huge bird chased him through the woods all the way back home. His parents never believed him.

>Be little kid
>Playing Diablo 1 with friends.
>NEXT MEMORY is of sitting on my bed in the morning.
>Completely blanked out the twelve or so hours in between. I remember sitting there not knowing what the hell happened to me. I don't remember if my bed looked slept in or not, but I don't think I ever went to bed.

Still really confused.

>>9422405
thanks...ok last story, sorry most of my stories have not been about strange memories except for the one of the white lady but here is one more non memory before i go

>friend dies in his sleep, mourn, cry, so on
>be a year or so later
>go to sleep, have a dream...friend who passed away approaches me
>him: he anon...how you been bro, its been a long time
>me: (tears in my eye) its been good dude..ive missed you a lot you know, sucks bro we never got to finish dungeon siege
>him:yea...dont cry though, and tell the others not to cry im doing good...so how is everything
>me:fine
>him:your gf, how is she? your relationship going good?
>me: yea
>him: THAT'S GREAT!..anyway..follow me bro
>we walk for a while until we are in front of our old middle school under the schools sign (sylvendale middle school San Jose, CA)
>him: i dont want you to b scared, but im here to show you this
me: what? the sign
him:anon...this location, this is where you will die..i cant tell you when, why, or how I can only tell you that it will be here, im only telling you so you dont get scared when it happens, so it can come peacefully
me:....i..understand
him:good...well it was nice seeing you dude, take care

after that I woke up and felt so at peace

>>9422449
Happens to me all the fucking time.
>playing Icewind Dale, just started so i'm near the beginning
>next thing i remember, i'm waking up
>fire up the computer
>game is finished, i don't remember playing it past the first town.

i have no idea how this exists...
>remember seeing blood on the ceiling of the living room
>as if i was really tiny, inches high from the floor
>this happened in the house before we moved in, we had to clean
>mfw, remember something when i wasn't even born yet.
wat.

>watching a movie in the tv
>oh i remember this movie i watched like 4 years ago i even knew how was going to end
>then i found out that the movie was realized in 2011

i am sure that i saw that movie in 2008

I always thought my first memory was odd.

Remember being a baby, in a crib, probably 6-8 months old judging by the cries. Hear and see my Dad come in to see to me, see his form against the landing light. The weird part was, I was seeing all this, including me in the crib from the height I am now, about a metre away from the crib.
Don't know what that's about.

>third person memories

i don't even know what the fuck is happening to my brain.

>Maybe 5-ish
>Remember going to the park which was only a few streets over with my mother.
>For whatever reason, we decided to walk the way down.
>Remember passing a ton of crap rusted-out cars on the side of the road. All on cider blocks.
>Be 20
>Go to the property which held the cars.
>Asks the owner why he had so many cars on his front lawn.
>Owner of the property denies that there were ever any cars placed anywhere throughout his yard.
>In fact, he explained to me that it was impossible for him to own a car due to some sort of disability.

I had to be about 6 or 7 at my aunt's house. They had a small above ground pool in the backyard (Brooklyn, small place). I was swimming around, playing around with some inner tube while my aunt sat a few feet away.

I distinctly remember, when doing "tricks" with the tube, I flipped over and got stuck upside down somehow. I freaked, and eventually blacked out. The next thing i remember is waking up in the pool, on the side. I thought I was dead. I started crying (I was young) and told my aunt that she almost let me drown. She told me I was crazy, I had been in her sight for the past 10 minutes, playing with some pool toys in the corner.

Shit, writing this just gave me chills. To this day I am 100% sure that this wasn't just a dream or something. I remember it clear as day. Funny thing is after this, especially when I was younger, I remember having these feelings of "being in a dream," as I often said. It was a weird dissociated feeling, as if something wasn't right, oftentimes being a weird, dizzy feeling. In some sense it was like a weed high. I just realized now that these feelings came soon after this incident. Not implying hurr durr IM DED, just an interesting coincidence.

>>9422477 again,
wondered if anyone knew if nails had any relevance to anything? the ex-tenant of this house literally hammered hundreds of nails and screws around the kitchen window frame..mean anything to anyone?

I have a memory that my pop (grandpa to Americans, not dad) took me out to pick dandelions in an old farmers field one late summer evening when I was 4, and while we were walking around looking for dandelions, I fell down in a deep hole that had been hidden by a layer of long dry grass. To this day I can't remember how I got out of there, or even think of why it might have been there, but I do remember that I was scared and quiet for a few days afterward, and its something my parents never talk about. I don't think I told them, and I don't know if my pop did. I like to think it may have been fairies or something like that Newfoundland is crawling with fairies) but I also have a nagging suspicion that maybe my pop did something he shouldn't have and this is how I block out the memory. Either way, it's not super crazy, but it is a memory that doesn't really make sense.

>Be small child (forget age)
>At softball game for local small businesses
>See 3-4 teenagers go into a port-a-potty
>Follow them
>Open door
>Nobody there, plush pink carpet on floor, no toilet
>Hear footsteps to my left
>Turn head
>Where the wall of the port-a-potty should be, there was a set of stairs leading up, could see a couple of the teenagers walking up the steps, two more at the top sitting in what looked like a bedroom
>Shut door
>Port-a-potty was in the middle of a field, nothing nearby except more port-a-potties and a crowd of people
>Family says it didn't happen
>Trophy from that game sat in my grandmother's office for years

What the fuck happened /x/?

Okay, this isn't going to be a ghost story, or "no sense" tales, but here goes.

>10yo
>Uncle invites me and few of my buddies on a camping trip to the mountains in his RV
>while driving there, we hit an owl head on
>Uncle stops the RV and puts the owl in a cooler
>wtf?
>Terrorizes us with it the whole first night
>Holding it by it's wings and chasing us while making hooting noises, just to clarify
>realize he's kind of a sick fuck
>Get home about a week later
>Family decides to have a barbecue a couple of days later
>My grandfather notices something in one of the oak trees and brings it to everyone's attention
>Huge fucking Barn owl
>Grandfather remarks that owls are a bad omen
>Stays in that tree for nearly a week
>Uncle suffers severe brain aneurism and dies
>Never see that owl again
>Now have ochlophobia

>>9422563
Iron nails? Cos supernatural negation material lining a potential entrance to an abode, sorta thing

>>9422455
Creepy.
Thanks for posting your stories, bro.

>>9422140
i agree with this, that is a great story.

>>9422357
here's another one, i can't believe i haven't remembered this shit until now
>not sure how old maybe 5
>have a dream about an old lady and little girl moving in my mum's room, next door to me
>old lady would always make jokes about being mum because she was in was in my room and then say to my coldly i'm not your mother
>that dream would recur and every time it did, before i went to sleep i would hear crying in the room next to me
>one night, in the dream, i heard the crying again so i decided to investigate
>i walk into find the girl with no shirt on and cuts all over her
>the old lady looks to me, grabs me by the shirt and throws me into the wardrobe which is full of rotting bodies
>wake up
>decide to tell mum about it all because i was scared
>open the door to her room
>pitch black
>i say
>>mum i had a bad dream
>silence for a while
>old lady's voice
>>i'm not your mother
>NOPENOPENOPENOPE
>back to bed, had trouble sleeping for weeks

Basically, I remember being younger with my mum and adopted father. They took me to a sort of average but out of the way park in the woods. We were on a trail and we found a old, abandoned, white house. We stared at it for a bit and my dad went in. He quickly reaturned and we left almost immediately I tried to write it off, I still do, but I remember it so vividly. I have tried asking my parents about it numerous a time but they always just shake their heads and say they don't remember. I really want to know what my dad saw in there. I'll go ahead and tell you guys what I saw seeing as I could see inside the old two story white building due to the door being off. It was one giant room with a spiral stair case in the middle. There was a bathtub by the door, a fire place, and words written everywhere, and not the graffiti kind. I'll still have a dream about that place every once in a while.

>couldn't have been older than 5
>sitting on bed with mom and dad, we're eating lemonheads
>dad eats last one, I wanted one dammit
>I say so
>he reaches into his mouth, down his throat, takes it out and gives it to me

I asked my dad to do it again a different time and he said it must have been a dream. I mean, obviously it didn't happen. But the memory's vivid as fuck and it's so weird.

Nothing I remember, makes any sense at all.

>>9422590
I have no idea, mum said they ended up being hundreds of the fuckers, all sorts of different kinds but only mainly around the kitchen window? in the actual window of the frame.
the 'memory' i have is a weird one, she put her wrists through the window and flicked the blood onto the ceiling and i remember this A LOT, especially as a child really fucking vividly.

she was sectioned.

>9421035
I have one of them dolls in my house...I'm scared...

>>9422509
i don't know if this is exactly related to your post,

>4 or 5
>in my backyard,
>after a blizzard
>making a snow man with my mom
>my brothers friend Darren walks into the yard
>except i don't see him
>i see this memory through his point of view
>wut

>be little, maybe 6-7
>grandparents are babysitting
>black out, vaguely remember speaking but it's like in a dream
>only thing I remember clearly is picking up a block or something and telling my grandpa to shove it down his throat and cackling like crazy
>come to still downstairs sitting
>hear grandparents upstairs telling parents that "Those kids are crazy" and insisting they get us to a doctor or something
>parents don't believe them since it's so out of character for us, make me apologize
>I insist I don't remember what I did wrong.
>grandparents are so freaked out they leave and don't come back to visit ever again

That house had a ton of fucked up occurrences though.

I remember vividly being ~8 and my great aunt telling me about the london bombing raids during World War 2. The siren would ring and everyone rushed to take shelter in the underground. Those that died would have their skin blasted off and walk around as skeletons until they eventually died. Much later on, I asked my aunt to repeat the story about the skeletons and she said (of course) that it never happened, nor did she say that. Just messed up memories I think.

man i have memories from outta nowhere but none of them are that weird? like they're things i feel like happened but really didn't. my theory is that they're from alternate timelines

>Last Saturday
>ODing
>Wearing pants
>Stumble to the bathroom
>Start throwing up
>Hear my brothers girlfriend outside door
>"Uhh.. What?" and then creepy ass laughing
>I woke up in my bed with no pants on
>I find my pants on Monday in a tree in my backyard

i remember walking into a theater to see a play of hamlet and being stabbed by someone with brown hair and brown eyes, his skin was white and he was wearing a black tuxedo with a black bowtie when i was younger. i passed out hearing screams of men and women calling out a name, it wasn't my name but it felt really familiar. i don't remember what the name is any more.

i remember waking up on the pavement of the ground and my parents picking me up after wards telling me it was gonna be all right, but i hurt everywhere for some reason that was never explained to this day. there was no scars or anything but from time to time my joints literally lock up and start screaming in pain.

>be around 4
>playing in "playroom", messy room sealed off with a baby-gate, all my toys inside
>facing a wall
>wall starts shifting and rippling
>so many colors and sparkles and so bright
>deep, booming, masculine voice talking to me through the wall
>don't remember what it said to this day

idk bro.

>>9422589
>read story
>realize that the house I'm in is filled with owl shit
>mfw I have no face

be around 3y old.
my parents have friends and family over, party.

>everyone is standing in the kitchen talking and having fun
>I go in the middle
>suddenly, I get the urge to close my eyes and do so
>I see a man smoking a cig and drinking.
>somehow I know its me
>start telling people " when I was older..." talking about me as if I was said person (which I was!, in a past life)
>everyone laughs and dismisses it as just a child's wild imagination
>I was once a man that lived in older times (perhaps during the wild west) that loved to drink and smoke his tobacco.

I am now a man that likes to drink and smoke his cigs.
I have a birth mark in the middle of my forehead. its a lighter shade than the rest of my skin.
I think I was executed in some previous life.

HOLY FUCK THIS JUST HAPPENED RIGHT NOW
>Reading this entire thread
>refresh
>Thinking about getting a piece of chocolate
>Blink
>The same chocolate I had in mind is right next to me

Im eating it right now.

I remember having a female friend that looked almost exactly like a human version of Terezi from Homestuck (right down to the red glasses) when I was in junior high. Keep in mind that this was WAAAAY before Homestuck existed. We used to do everything together, but she moved away when I was in Grade 11.

I remember her VERY vividly, but no one else does. My parents insist that she never existed, and I never talked to myself, or had "imaginary friends".

What the fuck /x/?

Pic related. It's the character she looked like.

Ah, this is the /x/ I love reading at night.

>5 years old
>family and I in some kind of festival
>one man grabbed my hand during a dance exhibition
>remember getting my pants unzipped

But that's it.
I'll never know if something happened, I'll never know anything. I don't even know if it's true...
I managed to man up and ask my family about it, but they got angry and started to say that such thing didn't happen... It's something that's been terrifying me lately, and I believe it is one of the main reasons I don't like to be touched.

>Be like 5
>Cousin not much older
>He pulls down his pants
>Fucking subway sandwich
>he says "dont tell anyone"
Looking back I probably got molested, not sure though

>>9422914
Do you flinch, move away fast, or literally don't let anyone touch you? Like hugs etc?

I am that way and I have never figured out why, I never got hit as a kid or beat up by kids. It would suck if got molested and repressed memories

>>9422914
Try hypnosis or just tell you parents that you need to know and insist.

>>9422938
I can receive hugs, but I tend to flinch or move fast like I'm being attacked. I feel that the person that is going to touch me is actually going to hurt me, it's like a defensive mechanism. I don't know, I can't control it.

As for you... I don't know. I have my doubts about my case too. What my mother did told me was that I used to get beaten by a teacher when I was in kindergarten. It was around the time those "memories" of my pants being unzipped take part.

Swear to god I thought this happened but dismissed it as a dream, still not sure.

>Be a little kid
>High fever, parents take me to doctor
>Black Space in memory
>Wake up in a cradle (too old for that)
>Some woman is standing over me
>"wheres grandma" I said
>she responds with "you cant see her" or something
No idea what happened to this day

>At some wedding when I was little, maybe like 3-5.
>Wedding is my parents', although they married 5 years before I was born.
>Vividly remember my grandfather being there.
>Never saw that grandfather until I was about 15.
>Remember seeing his face in that memory.
>Parents say it never happened.
>Wtf?

I remember being attacked by drop bears in Australia.

>be super young, not sure of age
>babysitter has creepy 18 year old pedo son
>she leaves for groceries, I'm alone with him
>get scared, run outside
>suburban neighborhood, surrounded by other little houses, no woods around or anything
>they had these massive sunflowers planted along the side of the house
>start running and weaving through the few the few rows there were
> distinctly recall that all of a sudden, I was sure he couldn't get me
>sitting on the roots of a giant tree, picking those little strawberry flower things and popping them
>hear the sitter calling my name, don't remember leaving the tree, but going back through the flowers
>there are no trees around that house
>sitter bitches at me for having pink goo all over my hands

WHERE HAD I GONE

>>9423019
Wonderland.

>6 years old
>very sick
>goes into a delirium about my grandfather dying
>5 years later day for day receive a call
>my grandfather just died

>>9423019
Sorry for the second "the few" guys, typing too fast.

>>9423024
Wonderland is pretty cool then, I guess.

>be young, can't remember exact age
>chillin in bed,
>see myself picked up in the third person by ghost things
>pretty scurry
>get dropped in my parents' bed
>feel safe
>everythingwentbetterthanexpected

This is something recent
>Grandmother stays with us for many months
>At around 1 in the morning I sometimes hear her walking past my room to go somewhere
>I'm up until 3 am
>Still hasn't gone back to her room
>I get up to get a quick drink
>No one around, anywhere.

>Around 8
>Babysitted, by next door.
>Don't remember much, other than the fact he gave me a weird drink.
>Blacked out.
>I was naked...I think I was molested...by a man, might be the reason i'm gay or something...

>>9423068
>molested by a man
>turns gay

4chan logic

>>9423068
Asshole.

Does anyone else remember watching this old show, Pinwheel or something? It was on Nickelodeon all the time in 1985. It was so damn creepy, but anyway people all over the world sent in clips to make the show.

There's this one clip that I remember so freshly, and it's completely terrifying. This child is goofing around and being a brat and gets told off by a stranger and that he needs to tell his parents that he did something bad. The kid doesn't tell his parents, so the old man stranger crawls out of this kids clock and steals him, then escapes through the window. The kid and the old man go on a short, but terrifying adventure while the old man scolds the child, and then returns him home before sunrise.

I've talked to other people but most of them haven't even heard of the show. I met this one guy on Omegle who heard of it, he said it was on like once in like 1986.

The thing is, I wasn't even alive in 1986. I was born in 1991.

>>9423083
Reminds me of a Don't be Afraid of the Dark episode involving a dude hidden under a bed and a portal to some strange dimension.
God damn this shit was scary.

I had a dream about the first day of 6th grade, in science, specifically.
>Sit next to best friend
>Teacher announces she has made a seating chart
>Get called to new seat, and stand up.
>As I stand up, my pencil cuts my friend's leg.
Then I woke up.

The first day of 6th grade came, and I sat next to him in science class, not even remembering the dream until after I had stood up, freaking out because I was having deja vu.

>I'm little, maybe around 5
>riding in the car
>look out the window
>see car next to us
>nobody in the front seat, just a huge pile of presents in wrapping paper
Who the hell was driving that car?

>share a room with my little sister for years
>closet door broken, never closes, always a gap of a few inches
>at night, look into gap and sometimes think I see a green eye peering out at me
>think nothing of it for years
>tell sister about it when we're both teenagers
>she says she saw the same thing

>playing with friends in cemetery close by my house
>lots of old graves in there, some from the American revolution or earlier
>hiding behind a particularly old one, the name completely weathered away
>accidentally knock it over
>run home, convinced I'm about to be haunted
>nothing happens
>tell mom about it years later
>"but there was no cemetery by our house anon"

when i was little my mom had a friend who was pretty much crazy. like, the CIA is implanting chips in your brains i'm going to skin you alive crazy, but that's not exactly the point, it's just sort of a fact.

i was riding in the backseat of our car with her, and she was smoking, and we hit a bump and her cigarette hit my wrist and burnt me. i yelled a little, she apologized and told me to be quiet. i still have the scar, i can see it while i'm typing this. but when i bring it up to my mother she says that i burnt myself on the oven. ffffffffffff.

>>9423110
>green eye
>Think nothing of it
lol wat?

>>9423168
I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. It kind of looked like what you see if you look at a bright light then close your eyes, like an afterimage. Except, of course, it was the middle of the night and there were no lights...

Another story, this one more recent.

>sister has an apartment with a few other girls
>go to visit them, plan to sleep on couch
>they tell me the couch is "haunted"
>wat
>night falls, lie down on couch
>drifting off to sleep
>feel someone sit on edge of couch
>look up
>no one is there

This was something felt by all three girls living in that apartment, as well as me and my mother. That couch was fucking haunted.

when i was young like around 8 or 9 i was staying at my grandmas who lives in the middle of desert, no neighbors for miles, decided to sleep in back of the truck since it was summer wit my...was laying there trying to sleep then i see something falling from the sky which was on fire then see it land on top of hill ...then i guess i went to sleep, woke up next day to find out what that burning thing was ...walk to the hill and see a apron which was not burnt or anything ...take apron back to house ,,,show to mom says she lost that apron a few years back..then we just kinda shrug it off as nothing

>>9422551
Ugh, that happened to my cousin. She got brain damage from it, though. You were lucky.

>about 4 or 5 years old
>go to nap time at daycare
>have a nightmare
>wake up in my bed at home

Then I ask my mom why she picked me up from daycare early. She say's "What day-care?"
The next day we drive past what's supposed to be the building it was in, but it was run-down and abandoned.

My oldest memory is of staring at my hands and thinking I'm a robot or something because at that moment I had no memory of anything prior. I never had brain damage or any problems with memory, but it's weird. I don't really remember much from when I was a kid, so maybe i really don't remember anything before that moment. It's just, memory isn't a binary thing. There shouldn't be a specific point at which my memory was "turned on". Seeing as I've aged, I'm fairly sure I'm not a robot.

When I was little (< 3 years) I used to live in a two story house. The only thing I can ever remember about that house is that every morning I would jump off the top of the stairs every morning and land at the bottom completely unharmed (keep in mind this is an entire flight of stairs). I brought this memory up to my mother recently who firmly denied me ever doing it. But I remember. Every morning it occurred.

>>9421089
I remember doing this when I was very sick.
Also, I remember levitating down a flight of stairs, as another mentioned.

>Have dreams about doing stuff, usually every day stuff like picking up a glass or hearing a phrase in a movie
>Sometimes the next day, sometimes 3 years later, the experience from the dream occurs and I get a massive memory of doing the exact same thing
>As I get older start to change things, in the dream I might pick up a deck of cards and shuffle them and as I go to do it in reality I get the dejavu, so I throw the deck of cards to the ground or do something different.
>A while ago I decided to go to church with a friend, just because, i mentioned my dreams to her and she talked about how her dad had the same sense of dejavu. Apparantly he was an atheist, and then he started having dreams of something like a hand knocking on a door or whatever, and it was troubling him so much that he started looking for answers. He went to a church thing and they had the image of the hand knocking on the door so he converted.

I swear to god in third grade, our school had an assembly where we basically just watched dwarves and midgets play basketball. It could have very well happened but it still makes no fucking sense.

>Memories of burying my 4yr old face in my teacher's, big, juicy boobs
>First bee sting (wut)
>That time I went blind for two days when I got my first cat and realized I was allergic
>This really awkward moment when I was 5 and my slightly older "girl friend" forced me to smooch her in bed under the sheets with the lights off ._. she grabbed my willy...

>Be 3-4
>Staying at Grandma's
>Wake up early in the morning, like 5am, getting light outside
>Go look out of bedroom window (daylight outside was a novelty when everyone was asleep)
>Can see over all the smaller houses from window
>Can see (beyond the houses) top half of a giant, twice the size of a house, slowly walking down a distant street
>Go back to bed, someone else can deal with that shit

A few weeks ago I was home visiting and one night I had the house to myself because the parents were out shopping or something.

I remember hearing a car pull up and the front door opening. I could hear my parents talking to each other and talking to our dog. Could hear them putting up the groceries and everything. I decided I should go help them unload everything and when I opened my bedroom door there was no one but me in the house, the dog was just laying there in the hallway half asleep and a couple hours later they showed up.

>>9421846
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck. I had this same one.

Disappeared one day, I was really upset.

I'll just contribute with something, even though it might be kinda bland.
When I was younger I regularly watched a Danish tv-show that screened new music videos and such, and I remember especially loving Linkin Park's In The End. I remembered it by the giant flying fish in the end (lol) of the video.
Anyways, some time after I remember watching it (months, years, who know?), they showed it again proclaiming that the video was completely new. I was so foncused.

>>9423685

That has happened to several people in my family but I have never experienced it myself.

We call it vardøger here in Norway, and old people say it was seen as normal back then.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vard%C3%B8ger

Also this one time me and my friends planned to go to this store that had cheap Magic cards (I know, I know), and the night before I dreamt of the store. When we got over there, the store looked exactly like in my dream.

I have a memory of playing in our backyard as a wee kid, and having an inflatable ball end up in a rosebush. I reached in to try and get it and got spiked by the thorns and cried. [false memory starts here]I got stuck on the rosebush and it hooked into the arm that was reaching for the ball. For the next week or two I had a cutting of rosebush growing out of my elbow, a few inches long, until my parents eventually pruned it all off.

>>9423747
If we're talking dreams...

>have a dream I roll my car into a ditch
>wake up
>go watch Scooby-Doo, they crash the Mystery Machine
>remember dream, have a bad feeling about it
>mom comes in and tells me my cousin was in a car accident
>she rolled her car into a ditch

That was a few years ago. This happened a few months ago:

>Saturday night, dreaming about driving around in a car
>I'm lost, there's no way I can get back
>Monday comes
>find out one of my coworkers died over the weekend
>he went missing Saturday, and was found dead, thrown from his car, on Sunday

That second one was actually pretty upsetting. He was a really nice guy.

>>9422599
>>9422598
hey hey im back guys

im the guy from
>>9422046

was talking to my gf about this thread after i got off of here, she told me some stories about her little sister

>gf has a bunch of sisters
>lets all em by the letters of their first names
>S,C,M, & L
>her family moves into a house here in San Jose, L starts acting really weird, she is about 4/5 at this point
>she plays by herself talking to people who are not there
>gf's fam thinks "just imaginary friend, no biggie until one day they hear her conversation
>"why are you crying? what did you do? why is there so much blood, there is blood everywhere"
>they ask her whats wrong, she tells them there is a man in the bathroom crying, because his family is dead...she implies in an innocent kind of way that the guy killed his family
>she hangs out by an upstairs closet, talks to a boy she says lives in there
>L is now about 11 or 12, doesn't remember any of it at all

>>9421093

>sit on phone watching funny tv
>call machine
>leave message

>>9422455
>>9422455
oh yeah one more thing, I am an Atheist so I don't believe in ghosts and all sorts of stuff like this, a lot of these are stories that have been told to me by family and friends, the llorona one, i still dont know if it was real or a dream, but i always assumed that if it was real that she was just an insane lady, but the only thing that has ever made me doubt my lack of belief is what my friend asked me before he died plus the dream i described in this thread....this is what he asked me the night he died, a few hours before he went to bed

>what would you say if God came to you and told you that you were going to pass away tonight?

I remember i made some usual smartass response, the next day i was informed that he passed away in his sleep

>Be at friend's house
>purchase marijuana (4 bags)
>friend puts his 2 on a shelf
>ouija board activity
>marijuana is gone from shelf.
>search entire room
>asks me if I have it. I don't.
>check jacket, which I haven't worn. Nothing in it.
>search room again.
>Go to leave in anger, as this is now some how my fault
>missing marijuana is in my fucking jacket pocket

What happened there?

>>9421846
>>9421846
I used to have that doll when I lived with my grandparents (Mom got custody of me n my bros, but couldn't get her own place. Snazy I know -.-') But I used to have weird shit happen to me all the time then.
But yeah...;
>Be 2 or 3 years old
>Had 2 (or just a single very prominent one)
>Me and my younger brother stayed away from the Barney plushie as it was the 'undesirable' of our shared toys.

I'll try to get back to yall with more of the 'odder' details, but only if I can sort em out a bit more.

>be 5 - 7ish
>be in bed
>room doorway in line with living room which leads to a bathroom
>Be awake at a late hour.
>See mother walking across the living room
>suddenly she turns into a sort of small tornado-like mist and disappears.
>I stare, not scared really, more interested.
>Mother exits bathroom minutes later.

This happened quite often, so often in fact that at one point I thought I could make it happen.
Not sure what to make of it.

This thread is awesome, does anyone have a link to the archived one OP was talking about?

>>9423979
Wait, I found it: http://chanarchive.org/4chan/x/34123/itt-memories-you-have-from-your-childhood-that-make-no-sense

It's only a memory of a memory at this point, and I can barely remember it even then. But when I was a teenager I remember experiencing a single perfect day. Nothing broke or was annoying or randomly turned out badly, nobody around me got angry or had a bad time or got upset. And the whole day I was filled with an utter sense of peacefulness because I knew - I was absolutely certain - that today was the last day.

I woke up the next day feeling normal again. I wasn't really upset or particularly confused because obviously things hadn't been going to end, but I'd lost the sense of peace too.

The worst part is that I used to be able to remember the day properly, and how it felt. But over the years it's got too vague and conflated with everything since and, like I said, I only have the memory of the memory.

I would post this in the driving thread but I can't seem to find it, might've 404'd, no idea. Gotta put this out there tho.

This happened Saturday morning:

>Work in a pizza place as a delivery driver
>Get delivery to the middle of nowhere (about 15 or so miles out of my town, a good 20 mins each way)
>Remember leaving work at about 12:30am
>Driving down dark country roads towards the little hamlet (very small village, like 4 houses) driving quick
>Get to house
>No one answers even though I see people moving around in the front room
>wat.jpg
>Getting a bit pissy, it's freezing cold
>Phone them
>Finally answer door
>Take pizza, give money, etc etc etc, gave a good £5 tip
>I'mokaywiththis.jpg
>Drive all the way back
>He asked why I've been so long
>Check time
>3:40am
>WAT?
>Loads of missed calls, texts
>Mileage for the night went up from about 50 miles from when I left to like 220
>mfw I've done over 200 miles, been gone for over 3 hours on a delivery that should take 45 mins, and have no explanation whatsofuckingever.

Missing time phenomenon? Never happened to me before, but, eh, idk.

>i had a dream once
>PARANORMAL

>remembering small little clips of life as an infant
>remember being in a room alone with two rag doll that were pretty long
>They came up to be with an evil stare and begin to walk around
>Grandmother has dolls exactly like that at her house now.

>be in middle school
>have weird insane dreams where people are talking in a language I don't understand
>years later learning chinese
>realize that the language they were speaking in my dream is chinese (I remember a few phrases like "Wo Shi" (I am))
>I'm brilliant at Chinese, like 10x better at learning it than anyone I know

>>9423083
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinwheel_%28TV_series%29

It's not exactly some fucking mysterious show nobody has ever seen. The problem is the internet is full of people born in the 90s. I'm 31 years old, so I remember it.
Pic related, it's the Admiral Bird.

Gonna leave this here before the thread reaches the post limit.

I have this bizarre memory of being in a car my babysitter and a couple other kids she was watching. I forget why, but the word "penis" came up in conversation, and she fucking went off on us for no real reason, and we all felt like shit. But the bizarre part - the part I know my 5-year-old brain must've manufactured - is that I remember seeing a road on my right that went, like, straight up, vertically. A car was driving on it and everything.

Honestly, I feel like maybe 2% of my little-kid memories are trustworthy.

>>9424124
Ever since Candle Cove people think any TV show they only vaguely remember as a kid has to be described as "creepy" or unsettling.

I was in pre- k. It was St. Patricks day. The teachers had made cookies with green frosting on top of them. Someone or something told me that the frosting was poison and that it would make me sick. All the other kids ate the cookies. A few days later almost all my classmates fell ill with a flu. Myself and two other children. Ones that hadn't ate the cookies where present. Shortly after all the students returned one of the teachers where fired. I still remember her name. Mrs. Godchilde. We moved shortly after..I never saw my classmates or that place again.

>>9419911
This also happens to be my earliest memory.

I was about 5 years old at the time and was having a dream where I had finally gotten this toy I had been hanging out to get for a really long time. I woke up in my bed only to realise the toy didn't exist. Suddenly It dawned on me that I could not remember A SINGLE FUCKING THING that had happened in my life before this day. Faces, names, friends, family, places, the english language, I still knew all of these things but I could not recall a single event involving any of them that had happened before my dream and the morning I woke up on, it was like I had just suddenly popped into existence overnight.

For a bit of background, when I was about 3 years old I contracted an extremely deadly illness which caused severe swelling to my brain and spinal cord as well as minor bruising and scarring to some of my brain tissue and a number of other nasty symptoms I won't elaborate on, I'm perfectly healthy now.

I sometimes ponder if something happened to my brain that night, similar to rebooting a computer, which effectively destroyed the original consciousness that had occupied this body replaced it with mine and if I am now continuing to live in the body of a child that has effectively been dead for 2 decades.

I still can't rememeber anything that happened before that day.

One of the posts in the archived thread reminded me;
>be about 7 or 8
>just playing around with tonka trucks in the backyard because it's a sunny day
>sheet lightning flashes out of nowhere, silent like always
>thunder never comes, can't see any storm clouds
>a few minutes later it happens again... the sky just glows white, more like a camera flash than lightning if that makes any sense
>get scared and go inside
>it happens a few more times
>starts to get cloudy and no more flashes
>ask mom, she doesn't know what i'm talking about
I suppose I could ask her again now to see if that bit is real, but it was just a random thing one day, I doubt she'd remember if i had asked anyway.

>>9424159
Wait, I had to have been older than that, it was in the background of the new house. Ugh. goddamn faulty memory, I can't even trust that part.

>>9424147
choroid plexus papilloma?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choroid_plexus_papilloma

When I was a child, I woke up in the middle of the night to see a pair of skeleton men were loitering in the living room and broke my mother's record player.

I asked her the next day if her record player worked. She said it did not. I told her I saw some skeletons do it but she didn't believe me.

>>9424169
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meningitis

This. I also had gangrene, now I have lots of neat surgical scars.

>>9424185
I have cluster headaches. Luckily I can prevent them with Nyquil.

I used to have these dreams where a team of ninjas lead by some strange blocky shaped Barney the dinosaur. Think like old 3d graphics, but it looks hyper realistic. This was before 3d graphics as well, or at least before I knew about them. They would always capture my family and then fight me where I would end up losing. I had these dreams for as long as I remembered. Then one night Around (11 years old) I start to have the dream and I manage to fight off the ninjas and defeat Barney. After that I never had a nightmare or that dream again. Or at least so far.

I once remember driving somewhere alone and I was a little tired. I had like 140miles before I got there. The next thing I knew I was 10miles away from where I was going.

I have had dreams where I will like flip a hamburger once and then I wake up to my alarm. Then after going back to sleep I will have this epic long dream where I go on a quest to do something amazing, it can easily last a week. sometimes. Only for the dream to be 10mins in length as that is how long my snooze is.

shit is fucked.

>couple of years ago, remember walking somewhere as a kid with parents
>remember being forced to jump over a snake or they'd abandon me
>ha, that's ridiculous
>bring it up one day
>parents remembers it, it crossed our path on the walk
>it stopped moving and blocked the trail and they peer pressured me into jumping over it because i was making a fuss (?)
>it moved on like three seconds later
>all the snakes where I grew up are venomous
I think I was happier when I thought it was just made up.

>>9424185
I have a scar that covers most of my head. Then while recouping from the surgery they put me in a room with two other children that had salmonella poisoning.

i remember my past lifes
still hate the vatican for all the shit i had to went through

Ahh, the /x/ I've missed.
Anyways, I've a story from my life in Mississippi

>be 6/7yo
>be "camping" with cousin in woods behind house
>cousins goes back to house to get more blankets, leaves me to set up tent
>suddenly see black humanoid figure in woods
>scared but curious kid, decide to run away after staring for a minute or two; if anything the figure crept closer
>screaming while running through woods, suddenly black out
>wake up on top of dirt mound beyond woods, construction zone for new houses
>return to house, nearly 4 hours since cousin left me

the faq happened to me that day

Bumpin' the best thread on /x/ in a while

>>9423934
Yo, me again.
Just remembered something I never forgot.
>Be 7 or 8 (whenever the fuck hurricane Isabelle happened...)
>Be gradeschool V(irgini)Anfag, with no school and therefor too much free time.
>Trying to get some sleep for distraction, as tornado-inducing-hurricanes that won't gtfo, won't gtfo.
>For some reason feel uneasy, deciding to sleep in moms room
>Mfw bitch wasn't there and I crawled in the bed anyways.
>Remember calling for my grandma hysterically >G-ma, though agitated, came to my aid
>Proceed to tell her that the devil was laughing in my face, and that I was scared, didn't know what to do, etc.
>>Still remember the exact fucking face, just like it was, red, laughing, but making no audible noise.
>Gma (devout Christian) tells me not to be afraid, then tells me to laugh back, and tell the demon of my savior, forcing it away and whatnot...
>Worked, and is now my go to method.

I was a fucked up little kid, and this shit was regular.
Also, that static stuff everyone keeps mentioning, right before they fell asleep as children.
I had that every single night. I saw it as a challenge though. I'd see these block things, and I'd get this really weird sensation like I was stuck in between in+out of consciousness. Really weird. Very tingly.
But anyways, I solved the little block puzzles by pushing the cells together with my mind :|
*Should've stopped here.*
So I'd have to do that to sleep, and it was pretty damn frustrating.
After a while the whole thing became less frequent, until this one time I finished it faster than ever.
This last time confused the hell out of me, which is why I still remember any of this. Plus, the odd tingly feeling comes back whenever I get a temperature...

Fun times.

I can't remember this, but I've been told by some hoe I knew in kindergarden, then met her once again in High school, that I tried to choke her with some skipping rope back then
Just been told, not remembering

>be teenager
>out drinking with friends in a graveyard
>at some point see a glowing red orb in the air
>not shit faced just buzzed
>it was kind of closer to use, its glow looks like it should've faded but it didn't
>we watched it for a while
>it looked like it was just moving around
>looking back on it it was going in a pattern: go to grave, stay there for about three minutes, repeat
>it was at the grave closest to us
>they flipped out and tried to hide from it
>it didn't try to harm us, it just stopped moving and just sat there
>i started walking toward it
>i moved back so as to keep the same distance between us
>chased it for what felt like three minutes, but turned out to be hours
>went home

when asked my friends will reluctantly say that it did happen and then quickly change the subject. there stories match mine perfectly they even saw it move away yet keep the same distance from me.

anyone have any similar experiences

>>9421894

THE FUCK.jpg, My mom told me before that when she was young, they saw (she and her family) round glowing discs in the holidays, and they used to call them holiday blessings or holiday angels

>mfw I live in a third world country
>mfw she didn't know what a UFO is
>mfw my mom is 60yrs old

>>9421027
I had these dreams too. When you levitated, were
You with other people? All about tge same age,
And i remember i had to hold my legs or i would wake up

I remember once when i was 8 i was swimming at this place called hobo camp in susanville. I decided too go down the river a couple hundred feet away from my family. I got sucked under an Eddie current and inhaled a bunch of water. I thrashed about for a minute or two. Then slowly calmed down and began too enjoy the beauty of the underwater world. Just i was slipping out of consciousness a hand grabbed me under my armpit and ripped me out of the water with a huge amount of force! I coughed and hacked out water for a bit. then looked up too see who pulled me out and there was no one in sight!!! I yelled HELLOOO and thanks for helping me!!! but no one replied. i remember looking around for any foot prints or signs of anyone around but there was nothing. Still too this day every time i go back there i get this feeling of a positive energy like seeing an old friend after years. It feels like something is just saying hello to me.

A couple of years ago we were at school and it was raining(not heavy, just a shower) but if you looked up the cloud had already moved on. Its probably all explainable with physics but it was fucking cool man

>>9424727

I was probably 16ish at the time. Its a very clear memory.

>Be 16
>Be listening to Bjork
>Music starts to go muffly
>I sit up in bed
>Music is getting worse and worse
>I reach over to check it and a deep booming voice, very gravelly, starts talking to me
>I switch on the bedside lamp
>Listening to this voice, but not registering what it was saying
>I notice that everything I do that makes noise is muffled, but the voice is very clear
>Voice stops, music comes back on
>Listened to the album the next morning, no voice
>mfw CD
And I was listening to it through speakers, not headphones.

When I was about three years old I woke up. Had no memories but remembered everything I needed too..but I was confused cause I didn't remember anything.
Walked to my kitchen and said "...Grandma?" Concerned as shit..end of memory.

>>9424129
Dude. I have a memory of something really similar. When my family went on vacation to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, right after crossing the bridge, I remember seeing a road that went completely or very nearly vertical with cars driving on it and stuff. I went there again last year for the first time since, and obviously the landscapes are nothing like what was in my head, not that I really expected it to be.

>>9424912
it was your dad telling you to turn the fucking noise down

>>9425196
No.

>>9422905

Maybe she didn't move. Maybe they killed her, hid the body, and lied to you about her.

And as for her looking like Terezi, I have no fucking idea.

I remember being about 6, when my parents and I were in the car going somewhere at night down the highway. I was lying down in the back seat of my dad's ford escort and staring at the sky, and I distinctly remember a bright disk appearing on the horizon, speeding down toward the car, then a bright white flash. That's all I remember, and my parents don't remember it.

My best friend in middle school lived in an apartment building, which I thought was really cool. It was pretty old, and in fact used to be a college. The first time I went to visit her there, she showed me this little arch, about three feet high, that had been bricked up. She said there was a tunnel back there. I thought this was very cool.

However, when I think back, I do not remember there ever being an arch there. I only recall seeing that arch that one time. Every other time I remember walking past that spot, it was just a blank wall.

when i was three i'm sure i spitted out a tiny dead slug.

i have a couple memories that didn't happen in my time, but i remember them vividly.

>be a child in ancient Greece
>it's almost sunset time, sky is softening and the clouds are brilliant
>on a beach
>we can see the faces of our gods in the clouds
>this is where we saw our mythology

>be young, maybe 5
>with little sister, about 3
>wearing beautiful gowns
>traveling to a ball in a lavish building
>remember watching streetlamps on the way

continuing on that last note, i remember my sister and i in equally as gorgeous dresses in a huge home with a big staircase. lots of white and very clean. we had many expensive dolls and toys. needless to say, my family has never been close to anything but middle class at best, and everything in those memories is old feeling.

I had a baby doll that would talk.

It would say things like:
>Mama
>Goo goo

and

>Islam is the light!

...this is going to sound retarded.

i have this perfectly clear memory of being really little and going through potty training. i was on the toilet, shitting, and all of a fucking sudden SHIT, EVERYWHERE. it was exploding up from the toilet bowl and covered me in my own shit. i sat there for a minute before calling to my dad to please help wipe me. he told me no, that i had to learn to wipe myself, and how upset i felt that i had to clean all that shit off of myself.

i know this didn't happen, but for a long time i just remembered it as an embarrassing memory. as i got older i realized how ridiculous it is.

>Be 5
>Live in an old house
>We usually entered through the back to the kitchen
>Kitchen had old door, closed by a small iron hook
>Cut wrist on hook
>I freak the fuck out, mom goes to get me a band-aid.
>She tells me she doesn't see anything
>I look down, nothing is there
>calm down
>Look down again, massive gash on my wrist
>Screaming, mom puts band-aid on
>take the bandage off later that day, a strange mark is there
>Ask mom about it, she said i had that mark since birth.

>Be 6
>Have a Buzzlightyear pillow
>Have a dream that if I put my hands under the pillow, and can change the position of Buzz's hands.
>Wake up
>Buzz's hands are changed to match the position in my dream.
>Have Buzz sheets to match pillow
>Sheets are still in there normal position.
>No-one notices the difference.

bump bump bump. come on, anon. share that story that gives you chills and still makes you sick, regardless of your fear of being laughed at.

i don't know if this is something i just forgot how to do, but i'm posting it anyway.

i have been cracking my knuckles/neck/spine/knees/everything for as long as i can remember. but when i was younger i was able to also 'crack' my bottom lip and earlobes. i just had to tug firmly enough and i'd get the same satisfying popping sensation and sound. now i can't seem to do it, and physically i'm not sure it makes sense.

>Be 12
>Staying around a friends house at 4am playing the gamecube on mute.
>Look over to the door
>See the door open 6 inches
>Alien head poking through (like a grey)
>A got my friends attention
>It told us that it my friends dad wearing a mask, and that we should go back to bed.
>Accepted it and went back to the gamecube without any fear
>Freaked me out, still am not sure if we were abducted that night.

>Seen similar alien figure 4 years after, just standing in my room and a glowing ball in my room on 2 seperate occasions.

>Never told anyone this before.

>Be fat and 12
>Have swimming competition
>As usual get bullied for being fat
>Races begin
>Go to the empty changing rooms to cry before my race
>I remember someone showing up
I cannot remember what happened after the person appeared but afterwards I refused swim my race due to my legs aching and I quit swimming the next day, I have never been in a pool since and I never plan on going into one again. I am now no longer fat, not anorexic, but I will stop eating for a week if someone calls me fat or makes fun of my weight (BMI is perfect)

For the fucking life of my I cannot remember.

>Be like 6 years old
>Going to grandfather's farm
>Grandfather is fucking old, my family waits forever to have kids. He's like 80, but you'd never tell by seeing him work
>Still works on the farm every day
>Outpaces hired 20 year old farmhands
>Remember being at his farm one night
>It's like 2 or 3 AM
>Wake up because I hear him shouting
>He's out in the field, shouting at some really tall person
>I thought it was the grim reaper, judging by looks and outfit
>No scythe though
>Tall person ends up leaving, just kinda fades into the distance
>Thing is, the field is huge, he'd have to walk for nearly a mile to fade into the distance, but it only took him ~5 seconds.
>Grandfather walks back, visibly frustrated

I though this was a weird dream for the longest time, until recently I went back to his farm

>Grandfather is now nearing 100
>According to doctors, has been on his deathbed for 30 years
>Still works on farm
>Still outpaces younger workers
>Never seen him sleep
>Several instances where he really should have died, but managed not to, like flipping over a tractor with no roof and having it crush him, he was fine. The fuck.
>Is also the ballsiest person fucking ever. Some guy attempts to mug him with a pistol, and my grandfather beat him nearly to death with his walker.
>See him go out into fields again at about 3 AM, this time with shotgun
>Yells at something, can't see if man is back
>Hear distant boom
>Comes back and starts to clean shotgun

I think my grandfather is having a feud with the grim reaper.

My microwave has a "add 30 seconds" option, but it didn't always. I remember getting it and having it say 60 seconds and finding it weird that it was 60 and not 30 like my old microwave. The next day or few days it turned to 30 seconds. I didn't make much of it. Then it turned back to 60. This time I stood there watching it for minutes to make sure I was okay and was seeing it right. Well it turned back to 30 the next day. I know kind of dumb but it's really odd.

i don't know how old i was maybe around 3 or 4. i'm in an indoor apartment complex with my parents and their friends. we take the elevator, get out, walk straight through a hallway and right as we're about to turn left, everyone shouts as they saw a weird shape that appeared on the wall on the right hand side. i remember it as being a tall shadow with a hair cut similar to chucky finster from rugrats. it was like a big ass spiky fro and it just sort of stood there. what was strange about it was that it was just a shadow on the wall and everyone was shouting and saying how scary it was but to me it was just a pussy ass shadow. i dunno it's a memory that's always bugged me because i have no idea why grown ass people would be that scared of chucky finster's pussy shadow.

>>9426631
your grandfather is amazing.

>>9421403
HEY "El Vi" Guy? You still here?
El vi said phonetically backwards is EVIL!

Genetic memories. You're remembering something your father/mother or grandfather/mother from any side of your family has possibly done.

Also memories can be altered by memories of other memories.

>>9426793
>>9426793

>mfw I try to sleep after reading this thread

>>9422500

That one's happened to me a few times. At least half the times it turns out there are almost identical made for tv movies.

I've never dealt with paranormal experiences in my life. And the only one that I though happened to me was quickly explained in a rational manner.

My dad claims that once when I was 3, I was heard screaming in a dark room at the house we were living at (built right next to an ancient indian burial ground, no joke). I that I said I saw a ghost it somethin' scary.

Funny thing is that unlike most of you, I don't remember this experience in the least. Only my Dad recalls it; my mom probably remembers too, but she tends to forget things like this because they don't interest her.

I find myself somewhat blessed that I never had the misfortune of dealing with the paranormal. I still believe in the supernatural, and other such phenomena, because of all the stories my dad used to tell me as a child of his paranormal experiences. But I will save those for another thread.

I have this really weird memory, from when I was 5 or 6 at my grandma's house. My uncle and I (he was 8) Were walking in a small grassy field behind the house, we found a massive lizard looking footprint. Saw it there for 3 days, eventually tried to show my dad, and it was gone.

I've had this vivid memory of being at a place with a ton of sand and pyramid type buildings but I've never been to a place like that

>>9427073
Just spoke with my uncle, he remembers too. So I'm not insane

>>9427137
no, your just both liers

I have a number of these. Now when the subject comes up I can't fucking remember. But now, I remember one. It was a very vivid memory of me when I was a small child leaping down my basement stairs. Over and over. Climbing up, and jumping down. Always landing on my feet too. I don't even have a good long jump at 18 so I have no idea how a 5-6 year old me could clear an entire flight of stairs and land perfectly on my feet. Weird shit...

>>9427168
>>9427168
I remember doing shit like this as a kid also.
What happens is that you become denser as you age and when you're a kid, your body is a lot more flexible so high falls or things that injure adults, don't usually injure kids.

I remember falling from great heights and not having a single injury (jumped from 3th floor balcony a few times)

Remember your childhood. How fast you were able to run despite your small stature. you'd be surprised how things change.

I have this strange memory. From what I'm told, I was operated on for phimosis when I was a baby, but still. I remember my parents pushing me down my grandmother's house's always in a shopping cart. A bunch of surgeons brought me to an operating room and told me to "breathe the nice balloon".

And it ends there. What the fuck?

>>9423635
Me too bro, the played against our teachers and they pantsed one of them...

>>9422399

Def sleep paralysis, I had it happen to me a few times when I was little. Always accompanied with red/blue static, and a weird fucked up noise I don't remember enough to describe.

For things involving childhood memories that parents "deny" or don't remember.

They probably just don't remember. I have tons of childhood memories that I know for a fact are real that my parents simply don't remember. This is normal.

Maybe if they went into a meditative trance state, or did hypnosis, they could pull the memory. Maybe.

This is normal stuff guys...

I remember in infants school we had an art teacher called Mrs Smart come in on occasion from the junior school who was an old hippie type, would have us making pots out of clay and shit. I distinctly remember her bringing in a long decorated wooden pipe and passing it round the entire class to smoke. I remember I didn't like it at all and refused to have more after taking a small toke.

I remember thinking it was like an Indian peace pipe, the kind what I had read and heard about in stories etc.

Why in fuck would a teacher have a class of 5 year olds smoking and wtf was in that pipe anyway?

Weird shit.

>be around 12-13 years old
>riding my welsh pony 'peanut' on a well known trail
>suddenly peanut spooks and throws me
>have bearly hit the ground before I roll over to look for peanut
>see him dashing forward on the trail at full gallop
>he suddenly slams on the breaks so hard his whole back end nearly slides under him
>dust my self off and go catch up with him
>he is standing completely still wear he stopped
> doesn't really respond to me walking up to him
> just keeps staring straight ahead

I literally walked ahead of where he was frozen with my hands out in front of me half expecting to run into an invisible wall or something. When I got back home and told my mom she was just mad at me for riding alone and didn't say anything about how completely weird the whole experience was. 

>>9427915
>>9427915
fake and gay

Ok /x/. I'm at work and just opened a door to one of the back rooms, as soon as I opened the door i was hit with a flash of light and a small fluttering sound. Since then I have been shivering and I am hearing strange noises. Wtf.

I have these memories of me trying to crawl up the stairs when I was about 1 or 2, and whenever I tried to crawl down, I would always start falling all the way down to the floor. I know now that something like that should of killed me, but it seems like I never had any major injuries.
Now, if I ever consult my parents about it, they don't recall it ever happening, so I don't know if the memories were real or not, but they're pretty damn vivid for something that happened so long ago.

>>9426619
Incase you haven't realized yet uh, you were almost 100% raped.

>be pretty young
>at waterpark
>go into public bathroom to go pee
>fat old guy comes in and pulls off his swimsuit
>naked
>starts talking to me
>just agree and leave

I WAS RAPED OH GOD THE MEMORIES

>>9427041
>built right next to an ancient indian burial ground

The golf course in my town is built on an Indian burial ground. Every year, they (and by "they" I mean a bunch of old white guys) perform the Song of Hiawatha there, as though it makes up for desecrating sacred ground with stray golf balls and Bud Lite cans.

To my knowledge, though, it's not haunted.

My first memories of hanging out with my mom. Goinng around the house like i'm being carried and stuff like that. I remember where the house was and still is. I remember going to visit my mom's friend who had a son named Chris who was the same age as me. Later on we move to another house and I have very few memories of being there.

Find out later that I wasnt even born till my family had moved to that 2nd house and later on I met my mom's friend who lived down the street and her son named chris who is the same age as me.

When I was little(probably 5 or 6) my sister and I had bunk beds. I slept on the bottom. One day we were playing with a chair and it tipped back and made a hole in the wall. Well after we were done getting in seriouse trouble we went to bed and I'll never forget the dream I had that night. I dreamed that I could see stuff moving in the hole in the wall. Not like small things but something large and black and oily moving past the hole. I was so afraid of what was in that hole that I imagined that black oily thing in there every night wringling around past the hole. eventually I told my sister about the dream and I'll never forget what she told me. She said "Don't worry he's to big to fit through."

Years later I asked her why she said that and she said she didn't even remember the hole. 

>>9421957
>Please Touch Museum in Jersey
>Distinctly remember a 'construction site' sort of area where you needed to wear a hardhat
>In this area, pieces of 'concrete' on springs or something, so they moved around and there was always large gaps for you to fall into
>Deathly afraid of that area
>Go back years later, this isn't there, don't believe it ever was at this point

>>9421027
>I also owned a Barney the dinosaur toy that talked even when I took the batteries out.

My sister had a Furby once that did that. Well, first it started foaming at the mouth. Then she took the batteries out, but it still made sounds occasionally.

She also had a baby bottle that was supposed to make sounds when you stuck it in a doll's mouth. Except it started going off whenever anyone went near it, like it had a motion sensor or something. We had to shut it in a drawer because it just kept going off when we walked past it. That could've just been a weird electronic thing, but I have no clue how it possibly could have turned into a motion detector like that.

My first memory of anything was very stormy clouds clearing up to see myself and my family from above. All the while someone said "this is the story of Vincent (my name)" To this day i still can't figure out why i had an out of body experience for my first memory.

>>9420884

http://reluctant-messenger.com/reincarnation-proof.htm

this was a good read even though im still a sceptic..

I've given this one to two other /x/philes.

At 7(now 20), I was asleep one night until I was awaken by bumps under my bed. I woke up a little annoyed with this happening, and could still feel it awake. I remembered I had fallen asleep reading a big ass poetry book, so I grabbed it and threw it at whatever it was that helped its self to bumping me at night. Content with completely burning the little fear I had, and anger, I went back to sleep. Minutes later, I was awoken again with the book flying back to my face. Fucker hit my face. I only shrugged it off and went back to sleep.

My face is forever full of 'what'.

>>9423696
its interesting that so many kids lost their barney or gained one in a hospital setting.

I had a plush Casper that i know i took into the hospital room when i got my tonsils out at age 7. I remember the nurse telling me to hold it tight as i was being put to sleep. I made a concious effort to hug it tighter and that's the last thing i remember before waking up in another room without my tonsils. Thats also the last time i saw Casper. My mom doesnt remember where it went (it was actually hers cuz she loved the cartoon as a child) but i do remember feeling horrible that i lost it.

Also, since then (im 24 now) ive looked several times on ebay and the internet in general and have yet to find the exact version of Casper plush that i lost. Ive always felt gulity about losing it when it didnt belong to me and it bugs me that i cant find it to give to my mom.

Archiiiiiiiiive! Also

>6 years old
>at a carnival but the entrance is littered with gigantic bottomless holes
>kids are trying to traverse them, some falling in, some managing to hold onto the edges but are ultimately forced to let go
>carnies and my parents are laughing as though its great fun
>mom ushers me across and i make it by running
>they're already on the other side
>go on rides etc
>holes are gone when we return
>parents dont know what im talking about

My mom once had a dream about my great-grandma (father's grandma), who'd already passed away, in front of a hospital that is near our home, with completely black eyes, asking "please, take care of him", reffering to my dad.

Short while lately, dad diagnosed with malignant cancer, serious sht.
He's ok now, btw.

>Had a cat.
>Cat was my best friend. Slept on my bed, waiting for me every day after school.
>Had to clean up cat puke from my carpet constantly.
>Take cat to mother's house because we're going on vacay.
>Come back from vacation.
>"Fluffy ran away."

>Nostalgia about Fluffy.
>Grandparents, parents, siblings, aunts, and even neighbors deny Fluffy ever existed.

I remember when I was younger that I was able to predict which episode of the Simpson's would come on just before it aired. This was before the time of satellite or digital cable so I had no way of knowing which episode was next, yet I was correct most of the time. This "ability" didn't last very long and it's been a long time since I was able to do it.

>>9428822
fuck that would piss me off so bad!

>>9429251
No shit.
I know that cat existed.

>>9420951
apparently the spirits don't know the difference between you're and your either.

>>9429181
I used to be able to predict lottery numbers when I was around 12 or so. Stopped when creepy shit started happening.

I have far too many to recount.

I remember, or I dreamt that I remember there being a room in my dead grandmother's house (torn down now). This room was at the very top of the house and I'm still not sure if it ever existed at all. I can describe it perfectly: circular window on one wall, piles of boxes lined with dust everywhere, very dark, cob webs, your typical "abandoned creepy room". It's silly but everytime I concentrate on that room, my eyes get teary and the most incredible feeling of loneliness and fear overcomes me. God I wish I knew if that room existed or not.

>>9421195
intensive purposes?

Ignorant shit.

I used to be able to go in to books. I shit you not. I could do this until I was 12. The last book I went into was one about an odd world where magic never existed and only science could be used to benefit man kind. I haven't been able to get out yet.

I have a specific memory of being in the attic of my family's house in another state. Problem is, they don't remember there being an attic. Never talked to my sister about it though, and she was the one up there with me...

>>9428780
uhhh grandma and great grandma?

what

>5 years old
>walking with my mom to my grandma's house a few blocks away
>it's raining so I have my rain boots on
>get to the house after splashing in puddles like a boss
"Hey grandma, yeah okay I'm going to play in the backyard kthx"
>step out the door right into ankle deep mud that covered her whole yard
>struggle my way back inside, mom flips a shit asking where I went and managed to get so dirty
"I just went in the backyard, but it's too muddy"
>she walks me to the back door, half of grandma's backyard is a concrete porch with an overhang to keep it dry
>mfw

Was around 3. I had a mattress with no bed frame. Woke up to a scratching noise, turned and placed my small feet on carpet. Looked to the source of the noise, saw the shape of what my 3-year old self recognized as a monster, the silhouette of which was seen scratching at my bedroom wall from the other side.
I sprinted to my parents' own room across the hall, leaped into bed between them, and covered my head. After a bit I was convinced I was safe and peaked my head out. There, in this new room, was the monster, still scratching from the inside out in the bedroom wall.
I awoke in my parents' bed the next morning unharmed, but affected to this day.

i was maybe 5, and was getting on the public bus. I walked ahead, leaving my mom to pay for the fare and sat down in the very back. Then my brother and sister called from the fornt of the bus that it was the wrong one, and to get out, but I remember this from the perspective of standing behind my siblings, looking directly at myself sitting at the back of the bus with a blank expression. I don't remember getting off, or what happened next

I was in grade 5 at school, and one of my classmates was scratching her eye.Principal walks in, says, "Now Ellen, I once scratched my eye and it popped out of my head." The students laughed because he obviously had both his eyes, he gets angry and says, "I'm being serious, my eye was gone for a year." Then he left the room and everyone continued their work.

Pic is mfw he left the classroom.