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Posted: Thursday, Jul 26 2012, 04:07
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Austin Yokumuto Falconer
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Okay,one of my all time freaky moments was when it was 3 AM,everyone had went to sleep,I was playing APB Reloaded,and had the volume at full blast,wearing a headset. I took my headset off for one moment to adjust something,and I hear this very loud,very fast beeping noise,it sounded like a burglar alarm,so my heart freezes. It's 3 AM and a burglar alarm is going off. I didn't know if someone was in the house,so I grabbed a pair of scissors from my drawer,and proceeded to investigate this alarm,all the lights were off and I made sure not to make any noise,if there was an intruder in the house. The noise got louder,and my heart started thumping faster and faster,I turned the corner into the kitchen,with the scissors raised up high,ready to stab someone. Turns out the "burglar alarm" was just an alarm clock on our kitchen's TV. After I turned it off,I wondered,how the hell could my family sleep through that noise!?
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| QUOTE (Jimmy_Leppard @ Tuesday, Aug 7 2012, 09:32) | Well, I have one freaky moment that repeats itself every now and then and it's quite often actually.
Whenever or wherever I am sitting in my car (the biggest mall parking lot in my country, bank parking lot, underground garage), I mean anywhere at any time and if there are any other parked cars in the place I am, first person I see walking up to my car is gonna enter the car next to mine. I don't know if that's Murphy's law or something, but if there are 1000 cars on the parking lot of some mall and if I park at the far side of the parking lot where there is only one car next to mine or if I park in the place where there are many cars around mine, the first person who walks out of the mall or to the parking lot always enters to a car next to mine. It's getting pretty funny and absolutely incredible. |
you have a stalker who is hiding in plain sight.  either that or it is just an odd coincidence |
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| finn4life |
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Anyone have Ghost Of Delete keys old story? Looking for it... EDIT: Found it, most freaky story ever. Rodneys is pretty good too. | QUOTE (ghost of delete key) | Way back when, the Earth Day pot legalization rallies in NYC used to be quite awesome, when all the legends of the movement were still around and active in an organized fashion... not like the watered down rap-rotted tripe that passes for activism today. Ed Rosenthal, Jack Herer, Elvy Musikka, et al... they were very interesting folks to meet and to hear speak.
There would be a 'march' from the protests in front of Rep. Charles Rangel's (Dirtbag, NY) office on 5th Ave. all the way down to the arch at Washington Square, where you could hear all the speakers, and a nice set of concerts for the rest of the day.
On one such occasion, my friends and I had gotten to the arch at the head of the rush, and got prime real estate in front of the stage, leaning on the portable rails set up to contain us potheads, hippies, and other "soft pinkos".
I don't remember who was speaking at the time, but I do remember the NORML reps wandering around just outside the rails with big department-store shopping bags, reaching into them and showering the crowd with fat, nicely rolled joints. It was like manna from heaven to all there, simply raining joints of aromatic kind...
Ahh, but I digress once again. 
So while all this is going on, I noticed this very peculiar girl who happened to appear right next to me, holding onto the rail. The whole scene there was rather surreal, the cannabis rain, the police just standing around, laughing and not caring as long as everyone behaved; but something made me, a native New Yorker no less, do a double-take.
This chick (who happened to resemble Janeanne Garofolo in cat's-eye glasses) was wearing a heavy fur coat, and it was about 80 degrees out. Furthermore, she was wearing skintight peach-colored corduroys... with her underwear on the OUTSIDE.
'Hmmm...' I thought to myself - not too odd in Manhattan, considering, but...
She was laughing, sometimes just a giggle, sometimes out loud, and while everyone was cheering and whooping it up, her laughter was incongruous with both the speaker or the weed-throwers.
"Ahh" I thought, she must be drunk. She was indeed weaving a bit on her feet as she held the rail.
Of course, being a bit buzzed myself, I became somewhat fascinated with her little spectacle. I noticed she seemed to be eating something, it looked like she was sneaking something out of her unseasonal fur and into her mouth. There was a plastic bag handle sticking out of a pocket... and I assumed this little drunkie must have just stumbled in from McDonald's, as evidenced by the bag, and the ketchup smeared on her light tan fur.
Her laughter increased to a crescendo, attracting the attention of others next to us, and she was weaving worse now, sometimes dipping backwards like a limbo dancer. I myself was now very buzzed as well from the free joint I had caught earlier. A few folks gave her a bit of room, and she hung on to the rail, laughing louder and louder, smearing more ketchup on her nice fur... and that's when I saw it.
She was indeed eating something, and it did not come from a bag in her pocket.
She was, in fact, eating her own finger.
Good holy f*cking sweet freaking Moses, this person was chewing little bits off of her finger, laughing, and had removed quite a bit of flesh from it. It was obvious at that point that the "ketchup" was actually blood, and by this time there was quite a lot of it, and she was smearing it on her fur coat and her pants; it was on her face and glasses, and by this point she was laying on the ground rolling around, laughing and cannibalizing her own damned self.
Needles to say, everyone gave her plenty of space. I don't think anyone really wanted her blood and whatever might be in it to get on themselves.
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When I was maybe 10-11, I was home sick from school, and was on the couch watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was the mailman, who told me that we had gotten a package, but it was so big that he needed help carrying it. I wasn't that old, but I knew right away something was wrong.
I asked him where his truck was, because I didn't see it parked out front. He kept telling me it was around the corner. I asked him why the regular mailman wasn't here, and I was told he was visiting family. He kept telling me to open the front door, but I politely told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I told him we would pick up the box from the post office, and he was telling me how much of a hassle that would be, and how my mom would want me to do her this favor. I told him that I would come outside, but that I had to get my shoes from upstairs first. I closed the front door, and locked it. Then I ran through the house and locked the back door and called my neighbor who worked from home. She was a close family friend, and I called her up screaming into the phone that she had to come over right now.
Then I stood at the locked front door, and stared at the man through the window in the door. He saw me staring and yelled through the door asking if I found my shoes, so I yelled to him that I called my neighbor to help carry it because she's older and stronger. He just turned around and ran.
They never caught him. I always wondered if he ever managed to trick some other kid.
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| finn4life |
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| QUOTE (theomenofficial @ Tuesday, Aug 7 2012, 21:13) | When I was maybe 10-11, I was home sick from school, and was on the couch watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was the mailman, who told me that we had gotten a package, but it was so big that he needed help carrying it. I wasn't that old, but I knew right away something was wrong.
I asked him where his truck was, because I didn't see it parked out front. He kept telling me it was around the corner. I asked him why the regular mailman wasn't here, and I was told he was visiting family. He kept telling me to open the front door, but I politely told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I told him we would pick up the box from the post office, and he was telling me how much of a hassle that would be, and how my mom would want me to do her this favor. I told him that I would come outside, but that I had to get my shoes from upstairs first. I closed the front door, and locked it. Then I ran through the house and locked the back door and called my neighbor who worked from home. She was a close family friend, and I called her up screaming into the phone that she had to come over right now.
Then I stood at the locked front door, and stared at the man through the window in the door. He saw me staring and yelled through the door asking if I found my shoes, so I yelled to him that I called my neighbor to help carry it because she's older and stronger. He just turned around and ran.
They never caught him. I always wondered if he ever managed to trick some other kid. |
Oh man! See i was here thinking you were an idiot! But obviously not, good on you boy! You could have ended up a rape victim, and/or dead like many other children before you, that's the part that scares me, a more gullible child may have been kidnapped. |
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| QUOTE (theomenofficial @ Tuesday, Aug 7 2012, 11:13) | When I was maybe 10-11, I was home sick from school, and was on the couch watching TV when the doorbell rang. It was the mailman, who told me that we had gotten a package, but it was so big that he needed help carrying it. I wasn't that old, but I knew right away something was wrong.
I asked him where his truck was, because I didn't see it parked out front. He kept telling me it was around the corner. I asked him why the regular mailman wasn't here, and I was told he was visiting family. He kept telling me to open the front door, but I politely told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I told him we would pick up the box from the post office, and he was telling me how much of a hassle that would be, and how my mom would want me to do her this favor. I told him that I would come outside, but that I had to get my shoes from upstairs first. I closed the front door, and locked it. Then I ran through the house and locked the back door and called my neighbor who worked from home. She was a close family friend, and I called her up screaming into the phone that she had to come over right now.
Then I stood at the locked front door, and stared at the man through the window in the door. He saw me staring and yelled through the door asking if I found my shoes, so I yelled to him that I called my neighbor to help carry it because she's older and stronger. He just turned around and ran.
They never caught him. I always wondered if he ever managed to trick some other kid. |
The worst thing about this is that the younger me probably would have fallen for it. |
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