re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

That would make me lose it ^

This has been the best one so far to me. Rose with an Orange was creepy but seems like it's very realistic.

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OMG yes. I can totally see something like this happening.

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I read this woman's story 6 or 7 years ago and it freaked me out. Here is an excerpt from a book.

Carole was very sick, and the doctors were unable to find the cause of her illness. She decided to go to a physician-nutritionist recommended by a friend. In his office she found some literature about the Himalayan Institute, of which the doctor was a staff member. The institute was founded by Indian Swami Rama, one of the most scientifically studied of the gurus, beginning with famous biofeedback researcher Dr. Elmer Green. Carole decided to attend the institute and began lessons in hatha yoga. Eventually she was initiated and received her mantra, or word of power, from Swami Rama. As he laid his hands upon her head, the typical transfer of occult energy began (termed shaktipat diksha). Carole was in heaven:

Currents of electrical energy began to permeate my head and went down into my body.... It was as if a spell had come over me, the bliss that I felt was as if I had been touched by God. The power that had come from his hand, and simply being in his presence, drew me to him irresistibly.
The night after receiving her mantra, Carole was actually visited by a living spirit being who claimed to be the spirit of Swami Rama himself. Although no one had ever mentioned the spirit world in her church (they did not believe in such things), Carole felt that this was the means of directly communing with God. She proceeded to experience wonderful, powerful forces and energies, while thoughts were impelled into her consciousness with a magnetic-like force.

Electrical currents were pulsating around my body and then moved into my hand, the currents were shaking my hand and strong, almost entrancing thoughts were being impressed into my mind, "Meditate, meditate. I want to speak with you." It was a miracle. I was communicating with the spirit world. I had found God. Sitting in the darkness of my living room I began to repeat my mantra. A presence seemed to fill the room. I began to see visions of being one with the universe and the magnetic thoughts were now leaving and I was hearing a voice, which identified itself as Swami Rama, saying he was communicating with me through astral travel.
Within one week, after meditating many hours each day and still in constant communication with this spirit, forces began to come upon me and gave me powers to do yoga postures; I was floating through them, the forces giving me added breath even... postures that before would be very painful to do.
However, after two weeks of daily meditation, Carole became engulfed in a nightmare of utter dread and terror. Voices which once claimed they were angelic turned threatening, even demonic. She was brutally assaulted, both physically and spiritually. During meditation, in the midst of being violently shaken, she could sense that the very same energy received at initiation, energy which was now felt to be personal, was attempting to remove her life-essence from her physical body-in her words, "to literally pull the life from my shell of a body." She sensed an overwhelming and implacable hatred directed toward her, as if "monstrosities of another world were trying to take my very soul from me, inflicting pain beyond endurance, ripping and tearing into the very depths of my being."

The intermittent suffocation and torment seemed to be interminable; her fears only increased as she realized there was no one to help her. Finally the attack subsided. But unfortunately, it was merely the first of many to come.

It seems that nothing could stop the assaults. Her agonized pleas to the spirits were ignored; her husband was powerless. Her father wanted her to see a psychiatrist; others also doubted her sanity. In desperation, her mother contacted psychic friends from a local church of the Unity School of Christianity. They laid hands on Carole and commanded that "the divinity within" deliver her, but to no avail.

Dr. G. Norman Shealy, M.D., Ph.D., entered the picture. He is a noted neurosurgeon, a former professor at Harvard University, past president of the American Holistic Medical Association, and the author of Occult Medicine Can Save Your Life. Dr. Shealy also works in conjunction with psychics and spiritists such as Carolyn Myss. Dr. Shealy was unable to help and referred Carole to Dr. Robert Leichtman, M.D., a spiritist who is coauthor of several dozen books received by revelation from the spirits.[1]

Leichtraan admitted that Carole's situation was not uncommon among followers of Eastern gurus. In fact, he told her some have died as a result of similar psychic attacks. But he, too, was unable to help. His instructions, such as visualizing herself in the white "Christ light" of protection were useless. By this time, Carole was near the end:

I had to endure the torture, unable to free myself. To those around me I was insane. No one believed me and no one could free me. The hopelessness I felt was unbearable. No one believed me except the psychics... and they could do nothing.
I was defenseless against these never-ending attacks... hundreds of presences filling my room, which itself would be filled with thick, ice cold air, my body drenched with perspiration as my whole being fought against them.
After spending several weeks at my parents' we decided perhaps I could try returning home. But that night the spirits started to exert their full power.
First, against my skull. It felt as if they were trying to crack it open, like the air was being cut off to my brain. Incredible pressure was exerted upon my back and chest, pulling with a wrench-like grip. It felt like they were trying to pull my shoulder from its socket, pressing on my eyes trying to blind me, pushing on my throat trying to choke me. Filled with fear and exhaustion, on the brink of death I screamed to my husband, "I'm dying; I can't take it anymore. Get me to the hospital."
I was taken to the hospital where I laid like a scared dog cowering on a cart. I could hardly speak but at least the spirits were gone-temporarily.... The doctor on duty recommended a psychiatrist who saw me the next morning. He told me I was covering up some deep problems with this "talk of evil spirits." "There is no such thing as the devil," he said coldly.
Carole admitted herself to the hospital, but once more no one could help. The attacks finally subsided and she was released.

Upon returning home, the attacks began again. More unimaginable torment. Although she was terrified of death, death was now her desire. Wishing to take her life but too fearful of dying, in desperation she readmitted herself to the hospital. Once again, she was placed in a locked ward. She felt that here she would die-alone and in torment.

But today, Carole is alive and well. Even her psychiatrist was amazed at the miraculous transformation. She was now in perfect health, both mentally and physically.

Carole knew she was free from the spirits. But how? Carole was unable to help herself. Her best friends could not help her, nor her parents or husband. Neither the medication nor the medical profession could do anything. The psychics were the most powerless of all. Today, Carole attributes both her health and her life to a living Jesus Christ who delivered her from a desperate plight.

Reflecting today on her predicament, she is awed that such terrible destruction could be purchased at the price of a simple, supposedly harmless form of meditation.[2]

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This is the honest to god truth. I was a sophomore at LSU in 1995 and I lived in a 2-bedroom condo off of College drive - Fairway View apartments with a fraternity brother. One night I was in the condo by myself and was asleep in my bedroom. I recall hearing a pounding on a door, sounding like it was someone knocking on my neighbors door. I heard the sound a few times but it went away. Moments later, I heard my front door open and heard someone coming up the stairs. The 2nd floor stairs were right in the entry foyer. I thought it was my roommate coming home, and since I was half asleep I didn't think much of it. The front door was locked, at least I thought I was.

A few minutes later, still half asleep, I hear my door knob on my bedroom door turn. And I wake up and turn over toward the door. Standing about 3 feet from my bed was a brown haired girl, looked like a sorority girl, and her eyes were wild and I could tell she was either drunk or stoned. To make it worse, there was blood, mostly dried, running down her face, between her eyes and down her cheek from a bad cut on her forehead.

She started speaking to me in this pained, desperate tone of voice and her words were completely unintelligible. It was like she was begging me to do something for her. Her eyes were wild and it was haunting. I sat up in bed, obviously stunned, and was trying to process what I was seeing. Suddenly, a twenty-something year old guy came in the bedroom door, also someone I didn't know, and asked me if I knew this girl.

I told him no, and he told me that he had picked up the girl walking on the road and she told him that her boyfriend lived here in these apartments. He told me that he dropped her off and then watched her from his car as she was banging on different doors and turning knobs, and that she started trying different doors until one of them opened - mine. When he saw her go in, he felt the need to get out and check to be sure she went in the right place.

I told him I that I had never seen her before in my life, and he apologized and walked her down the stairs. She was crying and fighting with him as he led her down and out the door. I got up and went down the stairs to close the door behind them, and lock it (for good this time). I watched him put her back in his car and drove off. I never saw or heard from either of them again.

I'm more willing to believe all the ghost stories in this thread before I will believe that Yoga causes demons to try to kill you.

On two separate occasions when I was a kid dad woke up to find me standing at the foot of his bed. I was apparently sleep walking.

He's a better man than me because I would've put my arse up for adoption after the first time.