I have been watching a couple of Lazy Maquarade's videos on YT and wanted to ask if any of you have ever encountered something scary.

There are 2 that I remember. Once late at night, my sister and I were driving home. When we turned onto our street, another car was turning off our street. We both saw he was wearing a ski mask...in the summer. I am not going to make any assumptions, but seeing a guy wearing a ski mask in the summer was unsettling.

Another time, it was winter and my mother asked me and my sister to take the trash out. We both protested for 3 reasons. One, it was wintertime. Two, it was nighttime and three, we had a blackout. We both begged her to let us do it in the morning but my mother insisted.
So me and my sister collected the garbage to put on the side of the road. As we did this, we heard something call out "Hey!"
We looked in the direction it came from. There was a silhouette of a man down the street, who looked like he was crouched over and looking in our direction.
He yelled out again: "HEY!" and started running towards us. Me and my sister screamed and ran back into the house, the both of us closing the door together. My mother asked us what the heck was going on and we told her. She locked all the doors and clamed us down. Whoever that was never came to our door, probably because since there was a blackout, he didn't see which house we ran into.  

Looking back, I wonder if the guy thought me and my sister were trying to rob someone/rifling through someone's garbage. It was a scary experience, I can tell you!

In my early 20s I got a job as nightwatchman at an apartment complex. It was either the best bad job (because I got paid to read and watch movies all night) or the worst bad job (I stayed too long because I got paid to read and watch movies all night). Some nights I’d be in the clubhouse (preferable, would hand gym keys to early risers getting a workout before work was pretty much the entire job), other nights I’d be at the front gate letting people in and out from a mostly glass booth (awful, felt like a caged zoo animal).

One night, around 2:30 am, a clearly emotionally disturbed man pulled up at the gate. It was immediately obvious that he was totally insane. This was the type of situation so bad it has a seemingly physical effect on you; the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, the stomach drops, fight or flight DNA you didn't know you have emerges. And I'm standing there, next to his car, and I have to do this, this dumb job where nothing happens, currently has something happening, and I'd rather be doing literally anything else. 

He wasn’t making sense, but I listened to him. He was relaying very paranoid thoughts and I went along with it, trying to keep things light. I even made a joke about how one aspect (the way people were tracking him) sounded like the tooth tracking device in 12 Monkeys, which is mortifying to think back on, but I was 20-years-old, totally unqualified to deal with this situation, and I was just trying to let him know I was listening, and I was his (hopefully) funny friend for the evening. 

He eventually asked to be allowed in the complex to go into a particular apartment. He didn’t just pull up there for no reason. I called the apartment, asking if they knew this man, and if I should let him in. I knew the answer would be no, but I had to make sure. That was literally the job. I couldn’t just turn people away on a hunch. The woman, very politely for being woken up, told me she didn’t know who this person was, so I apologized to her, hung up the phone and told the man I couldn’t let him in.

The man seemed very upset. Not necessarily angry, more despair. He sat there looking down for, I don’t know, probably only 10 seconds, but it felt like forever. Then he made a very sudden movement towards his glove box.

In that fraction of a second, I was convinced he was grabbing a gun to shoot me. That was the only thing that movement could be. To be sitting totally still after being told he couldn’t do a thing he wanted to do, and then all of a sudden dash into the darkness of a car to grab something, that was it, that was all it could be.

It wasn’t a gun. I don’t even remember it was! That seems odd now. Maybe the only thing my brain registered was what it wasn’t. What it actually was, was never received.

After the initial scare, I remember thinking I was doing a good job. He was upset, but I talked him down. I got him to turn the car around and leave. I thought.

He only drove 100 feet away from the gate to park next to a parallel fence. Then I watched him exit his car, stand on the hood, and hop over that fence. I immediately called the resident of the apartment he was so persistent to get to, told her not to answer the door, it was that same man, I was about to call the cops, and she should call me back if the man starts pounding on the door and I’ll stay on the phone with her until the cops arrive.

That was it for the scary stuff.

I called the cops, the lady called me back, I heard the man pounding on her door over the phone, the cops arrived, and they arrested him.

The cops roughed him up as they dragged him to the police car. The man started crying out for his mother. He was literally yelling, “Mommy.” My heart broke for him. And I felt guilty for calling the cops, even while knowing I had no other choice.

The next night, his mother called me at work. I don’t know how she got the number, but she waited ‘til past midnight to call me, specifically, having found out I’d be working the next night. I picked up the phone, she introduced herself, then apologized to me on her son’s behalf. My heart broke again.

I don’t remember what I said back, other than imploring her that she had nothing to apologize for. She spoke to me about her son, how he was sick, and how she tried her best, and how they used to live in that apartment, and how there was something about it that he couldn't let go of, and I just listened. I probably listened to her for 20 minutes. We said goodbye, I remember she told me, "You're a very nice boy" before hanging up. And that was that.

I’m telling this story, really, because of that one moment where I was convinced I was about to get shot. I was sure I was going to die. That was the only time, fortunately, that I ever felt that way. But it really was that cliche, maybe not life flashing before my eyes, it was more every thought ever had rushing to my brain at the same time, while one thought is louder than all the others: I am about to die. And an acceptance about it. 

That's quite the story Kilgore. Chock full of wonderful details. Does it feel like it just happened yesterday?

I have one scary encounter that popped into my mind. I'm pretty sure I posted about it at the old PW because I remembering chatting about it with a few members after it happened. This must have been 2003 when I used to work at Blockbuster.

It was like 11:58 and we closed at midnight. One till was closed and cashed out while me and my coworker were just counting down the minutes. Then the door opened, and a man with a balaclava on put a shotgun in my face and told us to empty our tills for him. My coworker started to open his and pull the cash. The man yelled at me to open mine, and I matter of factly told him I couldn't, because the computer was doing the daily reconciliation, and besides it was already cashed out. Luckily he believed me.

We gave him like the $80 ish bucks we had (we always cashed out the main till earlier to be able to leave quicker) and he pulled the gun out of my face, told us to lie down on the ground and count to 100 and left.

Once we dealt with the district manager and cops and I finally got to go home at like 2am, I remember I had a beer and a piece of leftover lasagna. Good times. I think I had University class at 830 the next morning too.

13 or 14 years ago I was the night manager in a supermarket.

Long story short, I'm called to the front end by the usually hyperactive little bitch that was down there, she's found a another gear and she's talking at warp speed. She tells me, a guy came in and grabbed a large knife off the shelf and threw a handful of notes at her. I asked, how much did he give you... whatever it was, it much, much more than it was priced at.

Anyway, the guy is still hanging out in the entrance way. Standing on one side of the registers with a wall of trolleys inbetween, I ask him what is happening. He's talking at warp speed as well, he's panicking. I instruct the girl at the front to call the police, he's a) clearly out of his mind or b) in real danger.

I'm not all that concerned with the blade, as it's still in the hard plastic and begin to usher him out remaining a few metres from him. He walks out the door and I'm about a metre behind him.

There's two guys walking along the middle of the parking lot where the cars would drive. They stop, and he walks into the parking lot as well and it's like the stand off before a western shoot out. He can't get the plastic off his knife quicker, then they pull out... no kidding, a machete yet and begin walking towards him... yet, he doesn't flinch. He lifts his shirt up. That girl from the front end and I are standing safety behind him from a distance and we can't see what's under his shirt. But as he lifts his shirt, the two guys freeze and then run for their lives to their car.

We bolt back instead, and we thought someone was going to get shot.

Old Mate with the suspected gun disappears into the night as the Machete Brothers jump into their car. Another car pulls up as they get in the car and two guys get out and smash every window in with bricks. The cops swarm the place a minute later and do their thing.

This is all connected to a local deadbeat family. And this particular store was on the fringe of one of the worst parts of town. It was nick named " The Gaza Plaza " for its broad spectrum of poor middle eastern immigrants living in the area, and to make matters worse, it had a high poor predominantly indigenous population. It was a riot.

I have a part 2, to this story. As the family fighting continued.

Kilgore with an early POTY contender there, evocative AF

I've got a weird dude in a mask story to piggyback off Joey's OP. I was on a lunchtime walk with a work colleague along the river that our office backs onto. Just as we were about to reach our turnaround point a guy started to come towards us wearing a clown mask. We could hear him randomly yelling so decided on a quick about-face, and not long afterwards he launched a stick over our heads. Luckily there's plenty of places to get off the path so we did so at the first opportunity. There are plenty of drug afflicted people around this part of town so it's not uncommon to run into them, but usually they keep to themselves, this was the rare example of one who was outwardly aggressive.

I broke up with a guy who then held a butterfly knife to my throat and said he was going to kill me if I didn't change my mind. We were 14 and I think he had some mental health issues that were just starting to rear their head with puberty. This was outside and the days before cell phones (unless you were rich). At any rate, my friend Brenda who was with us and I, managed somehow to talk him down, ran and my mom called the cops and put a restraining order on him. Good times.

I have a long list of creepy/scary things that happened at/around the Nightclub I worked at, but I once was working in the coat check at the nightclub and a guy shot putted a steel bar through the window and missed my head by maybe an inch. I didn't see it coming just all of a sudden there was a steel bar right 'there'. He got charged with property damage and attempted assault or something because I wasn't hurt but I could have been. I remember he was able to get that charged dropped and pled guilty to the property damage.

One time I was staying at my bf's (who became my husband) place while he and his roommate were on some military exercise and some guy scaled the balcony and tried to come through the patio doors in the middle of the night. Apparently, he'd forgotten his key, was drunk and thought the apartment was his. He was at the wrong building. Scared the ever loving crap out of me.

When I think back at everything I could have written in here, it's really not a surprise I am desensitized to so much. Which is both funny and sad.

I had a weird one just before Xmas.
Was driving my car down a winding road, the back way to my house from the other side of town.
Was behind a delivery van that was swerving pretty wildly over the road, he veered into the oncoming traffic lane and there was a school bus coming in the other direction.
He veered back into our lane, but at the time it seemed like good luck more than a reaction.
Up ahead I can see parked right off the road is a car with a brand new caravan hitched up, I mean right off the road parked in the gravel.
I watch the car in front of me veer right across to the left, then like something out of a movie the van drives straight into the back of the this parked caravan at about 40 miles per hour.
No braking, no swerving, straight into the back of the caravan.

I pulled over and I thought the driver might be dead...
But everything to the side of the drivers seat is completely gone except for where he was sitting.
He got out of the car without a scratch.
Guy comes out of the house with his hands on his head, brand new 100k caravan he only picked up the day before.
The driver was odd, normally in those situations you would expect shock, but this guy didn't have it... I expect he was on something.
He announces "I must have got distracted"


Lots of strange experiences in my life...
Pick pockets in Mumbai
Got cursed and had an altercation with a eunuch cult member in Goa at a set of traffic lights.
Had a plane do a touch and go landing 4 times in a row.
Got stuck on the tarmac in a plane for 6hrs due to lightning.
When I was an apprentice I got jumped at a train station.

I couldn't even think of all the stupid things that have happened in my life.
Maybe a bit desensitised like iron maiden, but no butterfly knives in my stories

Jan 16, 2024 23:07:11 GMT iNCY said:

Got cursed and had an altercation with a eunuch cult member in Goa at a set of traffic lights.

:rofl:

Need more info on this 'altercation'. Just me? 

An old man who lived across the alley once pulled a gun on my friends and I when we were young, but getting run into by this charming gentleman I like to call "Crackhead on a Bike" at a gas station in the ghetto over a decade later was honestly scarier. Because at least Old Man With A Gun wasn't speaking in tongues and rocking the Undertaker-style pure white eyes. All in all I got off pretty easy considering I lived in Baltimore.

That reminds me of what Dave Chappelle said about Baltimore in his new Netflix special:

“You guys are from D.C. so you know … you know about Baltimore. We all know that through the years D.C. has been through some very, very tough times. Sadly, Baltimore is still in a very tough time. Not everybody in the world can really understand the depth of Baltimore. Baltimore is so desperate that Tupac and his mother moved from Baltimore to Oakland for a better life...Even if you rich and Black in Baltimore, you know them n---as is traumatized about something.'

Jan 17, 2024 0:14:32 GMT iron maiden said:

That reminds me of what Dave Chappelle said about Baltimore in his new Netflix special:

“You guys are from D.C. so you know … you know about Baltimore. We all know that through the years D.C. has been through some very, very tough times. Sadly, Baltimore is still in a very tough time. Not everybody in the world can really understand the depth of Baltimore. Baltimore is so desperate that Tupac and his mother moved from Baltimore to Oakland for a better life...Even if you rich and Black in Baltimore, you know them n---as is traumatized about something.'

True story:
I always thought I could live in the USA.
Over the years I have had a few job offers and opportunities through middle-America.

Then for work I spent a week in Baltimore.
That is not even remotely the same culture I have witnessed anywhere else in the USA, not New York, LA, Chicago etc. been all those places.
The Baltimore vibe is more alien to me than third world countries I have visited.
It looks like the rest of the USA, but it is not.

Couldn't live there, ZERO chance.
I have never visited Detroit for a reference point, but like I said I have been through some shady spots.

Jan 16, 2024 23:29:27 GMT iron maiden said:

Jan 16, 2024 23:07:11 GMT iNCY said:

Got cursed and had an altercation with a eunuch cult member in Goa at a set of traffic lights.

:rofl:

Need more info on this 'altercation'. Just me? 

I am with you on this one. What the heck happened? 

Not really any creepy encounters, I remember there was the special needs older man in our area and he just walked in to the hall we had an event on and tried to grab me.
Was sitting on a lounge with people all around me and my parents so not like he was going to have any success but very scary at the time. System Snr quickly got rid of him.

I’ve told both of these stories on PW before but I’ll post them here anyway.

Walking home from the gym at 1am, which I know not the smartest idea but I lived very close to the gym then. Guy runs up to me with a bandana over his mask looking like Mos Def on the new danger cover and puts his arms over my shoulder. He has a chain wrapped around his glove for smashing windows and stuff. He is a small guy but there’s like 12 people he’s with about 30m away.

“Give me all your shit” i just lie and then he repeats it. I’m just thinking in my head do I run home or do I run to work (work is still open). As I’m processing this in my head I think my awkward lack of reaction threw him off. He just says “it’s just a prank bro”. I tell him ok, have a good night and kept walking home. I was more than startled but thankfully I don’t think it came across to time.

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Working in a club I’ve been threatened more times than I can count but this one boiled my blood for numerous reasons.

I cut this guy off and his mate who has been drinking all afternoon, has been told to stop wearing in the gaming room and just keeps being loud and obnoxious. In the mean while there’s a book launch upstairs and people are trying to quietly line up for it.

(The book is “Inside Out” by Kim Cameron)



I tell him and his mate he is cut off he starts filming me and telling me I’m cutting him off because he has cerebral palsy and his mate is black. His mate is Indian and I’m no doctor but this dude does not have cerebral palsy. Staff member comes over to assist me but she tells him she doesn’t want to be filmed and goes to reception.

He just go on as I explain to him several times and he just basically keeps accusing me of being racist and ableist. I kept my composure pretty well for the time as the dude at reception comes to help me.

Guy than focuses his attention on said receptionist and starts going on “you think you can take me” all this stuff & getting in his face and I can tell receptionist is very uneasy. He’s young & a bit sheltered compared to me who had to deal with some unpleasant stuff when I was younger and got into a lot of fights.

So I just walk straight up to him and WENT OFF. I didn’t swear but as loud as I possibly could I told him to get out immediately and Sparta kicked the emergency exit door open. Crowd gathers because again I yelled loud enough whole club could hear me. I hold the door open for him thinking he is going to swing at me. Lucky he doesn’t and him and his mate finally get out.

I’m pretty mild mannered at work so co-workers were very surprised but they obviously don’t know I used to lose my temper 24/7 when I was younger.

I thought it was going to wake the next day and see I was viral for allegedly being a racist and ableist bartender as you obviously can’t see him the video and they clip together some heel wrestling stuff I’ve done or something to make me look bad.
I was also worried I’d get in trouble for kicking the door open.

Instead I got another job offer after that, told work about it and cited that as one of the reasons I wanted to leave. They gave me quite a few perks I asked for & a slight pay rise to stay so it worked out in the end but I was scared I was going to 1. Get fired 2. Be on the news or something.

Two stories, and hopefully I can find the news articles to back them up. 

I used to live on one of the main roads in town, and being a busy road and opposite a gas station ( the area was incredibly well lit at night ) you'd see some stuff. Anyways, one night I'm going to bed, the wife is working late, so it's just me. I'm laying in bed and I hear voices out the front, being a busy street, it's not uncommon. Anyways, the voices are close and it doesn't necessarily sound like " passing by " type chit-chat. I go to my window and look out onto the road and there's 3 young guys walking in the middle of it, nothing suss... then a van comes flying down the road trying to run them down, he then spins around almost Vin Diesel like, and out jumps a bloke with a chainsaw. He then starts chasing these guys on foot down the road. They naturally run for their lives.. they scatter. He jumps back in the van and flies off down the road. 

I naturally go outside, because I'm like " WTF? " and a little bit like " that was awesome! " I'm standing in my drive way looking around and it's pretty quiet, and I get a LOL moment in my head " imagine if he comes back and thinks I'm one of those dudes... " then, here comes the van down the road, he flies up my drive way and the chainsaw is still running and in hand and he begins approaching me, until he realises that I'm not the guy he's looking for. I'm like " dude, they went that way... " and he luckily believed me and left. And nobody believed me until it made the news. 

www.pressreader.com/australia/shepparton-news/20130803/281552288485831

A fun story... 

About 10 or 11 years ago, I used to hang out with a group of guys I worked with. Quite regularly we'd drink together at one of the guy's houses and he lived in a less than desirable part of town. Anyways, there's a group of us there and two of the guys had a " fight forever " type feud. They hated each other. One was a 25 or 26 year old virgin and the other was an orphan. The banter was on point all night between these two, and it eventually turned nasty after the orphan offered to order the virgin a hooker. The virgin got up and told the orphan " the best thing his mother ever did was give him up, and he hopes he dies alone " and then walks out onto the street. Ok, cool. He needs a moment to chill.

About 15 minutes goes by and I'm taking a piss and I can hear the virgin yelling and yahooing on the road, so I get the boys together and we're going out there to get the virgin off the street - it's like 2am in the morning. We go out there and there's maybe 8 or 9 of us and virgin-boy won't have it. He's not coming in. He's walking backwards down the road telling us all to get fucked. I yell out, " if you won't shut up, at least watch out for the bloke behind you... " as he turns, a glorified midget pops this 6'5" nearly 150kg virgin in the jaw. Virgin does the 100 yard dash in record time, running right past us, into the house and locks the doors.

Ok, there's 8 or 9 of us and some of us are big dudes.. and there's only one of him.. nope, two guys come out of the shadows. Big dudes. Ok, odds are still in our favour. Nope... these guys are wearing outlaw biker supporter merch. No kuttes, but close enough. The midget, then walks up to the biggest guy in our group.. again, probably 6'5" 140 odd kilos himself and bitch slaps him twice and punches him in the throat. My mate, not really understanding why he's been bitch slapped looks at me and says " am I really taking this? " and I go, " Yes. Yes you are. " The midget turns to me a tells me, that if all these cars aren't gone in the next 10 mintues, he'll starting burning them. We believed him and the party was over. My mate needed to move after this.  

Anyways, the midget had a very distinctive tattoo. I never forgot it. It was the guy who would eventually become this guy : 

www.news.com.au/national/crime/stanley-turvey-the-man-behind-victorias-deadly-crime-spree/news-story/b8a04c314fc94f4ceb827742ca7856a0

I was working at a split Pilot/Subway years ago when a 6'7" tweaker barricaded himself behind the counter. He was spun tf out, rambling off about people following him and wanting to murder him.

This wasn't a gradual process, it happened very quickly. My manager noped the fuck out and ordered us to follow as he used his phone to call the cops. Initially dude walked behind counter, then out to look out the window, giving my boss enough time to get away, which is what we were taught to do in a situation like that.

But I had two female co-workers behind me stuck like deers in the headlight and he was right in our line of exit by that time. He also seemed to be heading for the back where the freezer was located and where we kept all our utilities.

My brain snapped to "this dude could be trying to grab a knife" and so I physically blocked the door, told them to get behind me and I grabbed a hammer that our maintenance guy had left by the ice machine. Luckily I didn't have to use it because I'm fairly certain at 5'11", not fueled by meth strength and at half his weight I wouldn't have stood a damn chance and neither would they.

Cops showed up a few minutes later and arrested him. The crazy thing about it is he came back a few months later completely sober, bought some gas and acted normal as can be. I don't know if me grabbing that hammer was a smart move but I was purely running on fight or flight adrenaline. Either I was stupid as shit, had bigger balls than I realized or both.

Fuck working at a gas station. Never again.

I'm bored at work so this will probably be a long post. Won't be as good as some others here though, so fair warning.

Couple stories from when I was an RA in college, as well as some random ones off the top of my head.

First one is pretty straight-forward: pub night on campus, big crowd outside in the smoking area, fight breaks out and someone pulled a gun. Running towards a group of people fighting and it's your job to try and settle things down, then someone starts yelling "GUN!" is never a good feeling. Everyone dispersed, the person who apparently had the gun fled, cops eventually found him and arrested him and it turned out he wasn't even a student.

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Another night that went from 0-100 real quick involved a well-known problem student. He was the typical pain in the ass: drunk every night, didn't have any friends so he hung out at the main desk and bothered the staff, played his music way too loud and made us go to his room every night to tell him to turn it off, etc. Then one night something in him snapped and he tried to fight a manager. The fight was broken up and he ran to his room, but on the way decided to put his fist through the glass of one of the common areas (it was a high rise and each floor had a big common room in the middle).

Only it wasn't just normal glass but that reinforced stuff that has mesh wire in it. His arm was mangled from his wrist to his shoulder, and there was a river of blood trailing from the window to his room. He wouldn't answer his door and management used their key to enter while we waited for cops and paramedics to arrive to see if he was still alive. He was, but barely. And when we entered his room we also found he was TRYING TO BUILD A METH LAB.

We had to evacuate the floor he was on and the floors above and below while the fire department investigated and cleared the room. There were old propane tanks in his bedroom, all kinds of random glassware, a bunch of hot plates, just random shit that he thought would eventually allow him to create hard drugs to sell.

Anyway that was his last night there. He never came back after he was sent to the hospital. FD removed anything flammable or explosive from his room and a bunch of angry students were allowed back into their rooms after about 3 hours outside in the middle of the night.

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Another student went off the deep end and started wandering the halls with a sword saying that he had to kill one of the managers to "free his soul."
As if that wasn't scary enough, it was the first night I tired mushrooms.

I wasn't on shift and some friends and I went for it after talking about it for weeks. It was amazing and I've done them a handful of times since. But that first night was just one for the record books.

We wandered downstairs to the main lobby and the RAs on shift saw us. One is a good friend of mine from high school (and still is), and he knew what we were doing that night. He came over and told us what happened. The student had already been arrested. Blew our fucking minds.

The scary part was on my next shift and I went and checked the security footage they saved to give to the police. Watching him calmly walk around the hallways with a huge sword, stopping every so often to listen, change direction, think about what he was doing...that stuck with me for a while. Every room he passed had students in them studying, eating, sleeping, watching TV, fucking...none of them knowing what was happening inches away from them.

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I was at a party where someone got murdered.

In my hometown there was an After Prom party that took place on a family's farm. Their oldest son started it when he was in high school and the family had like 5 kids and they all carried on the tradition, etc. It was a big deal. Started as a thing for just the graduating class and their dates, turned into a huge field party that several towns knew about. Bonfires, DJ, more alcohol and drugs than Woodstock, etc.

My second last year of high school my friends and I decided we were gonna go. We skipped school, went to Canada's Wonderland, then went to the Pop Disaster Tour concert at the Molson Ampitheatre. Drove back to town, went to the party at like 11pm. Plan was that I was going to DD, hang out for a few hours, go back to a friend's house and crash.

About an hour after arriving a fight broke out. There was a big commotion where the DJ was performing and there was this giant flood light lighting up the area where people were dancing, and so the DJ could see what he was doing. It fell over and the whole area went dark. Our stupid asses heard "FIGHT!" and ran towards it. Then we saw someone on the ground and a girl screaming beside him, covered in blood. Ran the other way.

Cops were there in seconds because of how big this party was. They were patrolling the roads and had a couple cars stationed near the entrance to the property. Word spread quick that there was a fight and someone got stabbed. Eventually we bumped into a friend that saw the whole thing and he was visibly upset. He said it looked like the guy was dead, and given what we saw with his girlfriend covered in blood, we figured that was a possibility.

Turns out we were right. Two guys that weren't even from our town or our school (they were like in their 20's) got into it. One guy hit the other, other dude pulled a knife, fight over.

The scariest part was calling my parents the next day. I was supposed to be sleeping at a friend's house and now had to tell them I went to a party without telling them and someone there got murdered. And that my truck was impounded because it was part of a crime scene. Nobody could leave without giving a statement to the cops and I will never forget walking down the driveway and seeing my dad standing beside his truck. Fortunately he didn't let me have it too hard. He was mad that I didn't tell them where I was going, but glad I was ok. Asked if I did any drugs and I said no (I didn't). Said if I ever scared my mother like that again he'd kick my ass and left it at that.

Bonus to this story: I had a shift at McDonald's that day, as did a bunch of other people that were at the same party. Because we all got stuck there after the murder, the store almost didn't open. The opening manager and 3 of the 4 staff were stuck there, so the family that owns the restaurant had to drive in at 5:00AM to make sure the store opened on time. My shift started at 11AM and I barely made it on time, and a lot of people that worked that day were still stuck there, or super fucked up by what happened and didn't show up, or so hungover they were useless. A lot of people planned to leave the party and crash at friend's houses so they didn't have tents or anything to sleep in (I was one of those people. I ended up just staying up all night sitting by a fire with friends). Most miserable shift of my life. Understaffed all day and everyone was either hungover, exhausted, or both.

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I've had a couple paranormal experiences but those are pretty easily explained away as nightmares or whatever.

In one apartment my wife and I lived in I was woken up more than once by a large figure standing at the end of our bed. I have never experienced this before or since, and we wrote it off as sleep paralysis, but the fact it only ever happened there has stuck with me. This was about 11-12 years ago, happened 3 times while we lived there, and was the same every time: large black figure, hooded like the grim reaper, just standing there motionless. I see it for a few seconds then wake up panicking. Yeah, sleep paralysis/nightmare, but damn if it hasn't stuck out to me. I almost never even dream and these were SO VIVID.

Anyway, I also woke up to footsteps in the hallway at a friend's house more than once when we were the only ones home. Only ever happened there and I was definitely awake. Either someone that lived there was fucking with us, or someone was in the house more than once and we should have called the police.

Or it was a ghost. House was old and he and his family believed in that shit. They always just shrugged it off like "yeah we hear them too."

Probably just old house noises. Still creepy though.