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re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:12 pm to CottonWasKing
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:12 pm to CottonWasKing
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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.
Yeah, my parents had similar experiences with me sleepwalking in my younger days. They woke up with me standing at the foot of their bed a couple times, they heard me breathing and woke up. I'm sure that freaked them out.
On another occasion they found me rattling stuff around in the corner of my room where I had a BB gun and a bow and arrow set. They asked me what I was doing and I responded by saying "I'm getting ready". For what, who the hell knows.
Luckily I never tried leaving the house and stopped sleepwalking when I hit my teens, but that girl with the door story just made me think sleepwalker as well. A sleepwalker could look totally functional, respond to conversation, etc and someone would never know they are sleepwalking.
This post was edited on 12/29/13 at 11:13 pm
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:13 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
I couldn't stop reading this thread
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:43 pm to CaliforniaTiger
Why the frick does this thread keep popping up at night
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:56 pm to bamafan425
For whoever was asking the end to the Orange story, there is no end. He said he was going to take the orange. He gone
Like the Ted the Caver story
Like the Ted the Caver story
Posted on 12/29/13 at 11:59 pm to unbeWEAVEable
Just read the last few pages of this thread and now I have to take the trash can down to the road

Posted on 12/30/13 at 12:03 am to unbeWEAVEable
Weave- signs up to protect us
Scared of people telling lies on the internet
Scared of people telling lies on the internet
Posted on 12/30/13 at 12:27 am to Thib-a-doe Tiger
Wasn't planning on sleeping anyway. 

Posted on 12/30/13 at 4:25 am to iluvdatiger
Nothing wrong with being skeptical, but it is also wise to question and research the origins of yoga in transcedentalism. From my understanding yoga is used as a tool or device to achieve these higher states of conciousness. I would think 95% of the people taking yoga classes probably start out like the woman in the article with no clue as to it's origins and where it could lead.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 5:46 am to MadDoggyStyle
quote:
I would think 95% of the people taking yoga classes probably start out like the woman in the article with no clue as to it's origins and where it could lead.
and the other 5% are savvy dudes who like to go to the class and get in the back row and savor the absolute joy that yoga pants can provide
2014 has to be the year that the inventors of yoga pants and sports bras (or as I like to refer to them, "hooter holsters") share a Nobel prize.
Those two anonymous guys, whoever they are, have generated immeasurable join for mankind (and lesbians!) the world over!
Posted on 12/30/13 at 8:54 am to gthog61
Sat down and read all of "Friends" (or Penpals) on r/nosleep last night.
I was aghast at how well written, well structured, and genuinely disturbing the writing and story were. The kicker: It took so much out of me reading it that I slept the best I have in weeks after finishing. Incredible storytelling, and on a fricking subreddit forum of all places. If you haven't read it yet, Start with "Part 1 - Footsteps" and get to work.
LINK
I was aghast at how well written, well structured, and genuinely disturbing the writing and story were. The kicker: It took so much out of me reading it that I slept the best I have in weeks after finishing. Incredible storytelling, and on a fricking subreddit forum of all places. If you haven't read it yet, Start with "Part 1 - Footsteps" and get to work.
LINK
Posted on 12/30/13 at 9:03 am to gthog61
You make a good case for signing up for yoga classes. 

Posted on 12/30/13 at 9:28 am to MadDoggyStyle
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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.
I believe this story more than most in this thread.
You shouldn't knock on the door of the otherworld, unless you're willing to be had for dinner.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 9:34 am to Thib-a-doe Tiger
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For whoever was asking the end to the Orange story, there is no end. He said he was going to take the orange. He gone Like the Ted the Caver story
Except in the Caver story, he said he was going back and then his blog was not updated anymore, leaving you to assume that he never made it back.
In the Orange story, he actually posted I took it., which was a total cop-out to me.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 9:42 am to Wizard_of_Aahs
Agreed. Some doors are better left unopened.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 9:51 am to Wizard_of_Aahs
quote:
Ted the Caver story
most overrated story in the thread.
It took over a frickin hour to read (in a crappy layout/background that hurts your damn eyes) with a crappy conclusion. Major let down.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 10:09 am to MadDoggyStyle
I will preface this with saying, I was blackout drunk and only know the details form what my friends have told me happened to me that night. I don’t know if it actually happened or not, but it gives me chills to think about if it did.
So, this was a couple years ago. I was visiting friends in NYC. They had moved there just after college on a whim. Wanted to see what it was like as a single 20 something in NYC before settling down. It didn’t hurt that one of their dad’s paid for an apartment on the upper west side.
Anyway, back to that night. So I’m up there for a long weekend. On Saturday night my buddy talks us into going out to Brooklyn. He claims he knows of a cool bar in the basement of some old warehouse that attracts a real cool crowd
So, we show up at this place around midnight and it is empty. I don’t know much about NYC, but the area didn’t look bad. Everything felt kind of normal, just the building was really old and the bar wasn’t very crowded. We say what the hell lets stick it out and see what happens. Here’s where stuff begins to blur and I’m going of my friends details. So apparently the crowd picked up and the place got packed around 1:30. They say I was pretty out of control, and was chatting up almost all the girls I came across.
Well apparently this one chick and I hit it off pretty good, and I ended up talking her into coming back to my buddies place with me. Here’s where stuff gets creepy. I’m getting the chills just writing this. So her and I leave with my friends, but somehow we get separated from them and end up I don’t know where. We must have went into the park or something because I can vaguely remember hooking up on a bench in some woods or something. I don’t know.
Anyways, the next memory I have is waking up alone on the couch in my buddies apartment. I had no clue what happened the night before. They were quick to fill me in. Apparently there was something really off about this chick. They said the best way to describe how creepy and fricked up the night got was to show me a pic they snapped of her.
I can't believe I fricked that fat whale
Gives me the chills just thinking about it.
So, this was a couple years ago. I was visiting friends in NYC. They had moved there just after college on a whim. Wanted to see what it was like as a single 20 something in NYC before settling down. It didn’t hurt that one of their dad’s paid for an apartment on the upper west side.
Anyway, back to that night. So I’m up there for a long weekend. On Saturday night my buddy talks us into going out to Brooklyn. He claims he knows of a cool bar in the basement of some old warehouse that attracts a real cool crowd

So, we show up at this place around midnight and it is empty. I don’t know much about NYC, but the area didn’t look bad. Everything felt kind of normal, just the building was really old and the bar wasn’t very crowded. We say what the hell lets stick it out and see what happens. Here’s where stuff begins to blur and I’m going of my friends details. So apparently the crowd picked up and the place got packed around 1:30. They say I was pretty out of control, and was chatting up almost all the girls I came across.
Well apparently this one chick and I hit it off pretty good, and I ended up talking her into coming back to my buddies place with me. Here’s where stuff gets creepy. I’m getting the chills just writing this. So her and I leave with my friends, but somehow we get separated from them and end up I don’t know where. We must have went into the park or something because I can vaguely remember hooking up on a bench in some woods or something. I don’t know.
Anyways, the next memory I have is waking up alone on the couch in my buddies apartment. I had no clue what happened the night before. They were quick to fill me in. Apparently there was something really off about this chick. They said the best way to describe how creepy and fricked up the night got was to show me a pic they snapped of her.


Posted on 12/30/13 at 10:15 am to DirtyMikeandtheBoys



best kate upton is fat post ever
Posted on 12/30/13 at 10:34 am to DirtyMikeandtheBoys
Well played.
That said...she fine.
That said...she fine.
Posted on 12/30/13 at 4:10 pm to Wizard_of_Aahs
So I was told a story this morning that made me immediately think of this thread:
The secretary at my place of work had her daughter at work today. While on a smoke break, she tells me that she just had to teach her daughter to pray to God.
This makes me think back to when I was a kid. I don't remember anyone teaching me how to pray, or beg to God, to deliver me from some evil or bad situation. But, it was intriguing to say the least. So I ask why...
"My daughter hasn't been able to sleep because she says there is a man in her room." I'm hooked now. I'm thinking "a man"? That sounds like one of those stories where a creeper or kidnapper like "stalks his prey".
So I ask: "A man? Like a dream or noises or what?" I'm quietly thinking this little girl's imagination is running a little wild...
She responds: "Well, both a dream and a shadow. She says it speaks to her and keeps her awake and scares her." I'm like well shite, that sounds fricked up. I wasn't expecting the twist that follows:
"But the weird thing is, myself, her dad, and her all dream about the same person. It's a nightmare we all have. She's the only one that sees a shadow when she wakes up though."
The whole time she is telling me this, her daughter is looking at me through the door, holding a rubber band. See, I taught her the first time she came to work with her mom to shoot a rubber band with her fingers. She loves it, and it drives her mom nuts. So every time I see her, she always wants me to shoot the rubber band with her.
So I open the door and say "does that bad man scare you"? She looks up at me with an innocent smile and says "Yeeeesss, he's mean". So I say "Well, when you see that mean man again, shoot him like I taught you with the rubber band" (I say this with a smile on my face). However, her face goes solemn.
She follows this expression with "he said if I tell him to go away or try to hurt him, he will hurt me..."
Needless to say, I'm intrigued. There's obviously something going on here. I'm inclined to meet the mom, mainly because she has no reason to lie about something like this, but most importantly, the truthfulness in the little girl.
I'll keep y'all posted on what goes on. The little girl says she can't describe the shadow in words, and the mom and dad say that they can't ever tell what the man is wearing. I'm gonna try to get the girl to color the man on a piece of paper, and if she does I'll post it on here. More to come...
The secretary at my place of work had her daughter at work today. While on a smoke break, she tells me that she just had to teach her daughter to pray to God.
This makes me think back to when I was a kid. I don't remember anyone teaching me how to pray, or beg to God, to deliver me from some evil or bad situation. But, it was intriguing to say the least. So I ask why...
"My daughter hasn't been able to sleep because she says there is a man in her room." I'm hooked now. I'm thinking "a man"? That sounds like one of those stories where a creeper or kidnapper like "stalks his prey".
So I ask: "A man? Like a dream or noises or what?" I'm quietly thinking this little girl's imagination is running a little wild...
She responds: "Well, both a dream and a shadow. She says it speaks to her and keeps her awake and scares her." I'm like well shite, that sounds fricked up. I wasn't expecting the twist that follows:
"But the weird thing is, myself, her dad, and her all dream about the same person. It's a nightmare we all have. She's the only one that sees a shadow when she wakes up though."
The whole time she is telling me this, her daughter is looking at me through the door, holding a rubber band. See, I taught her the first time she came to work with her mom to shoot a rubber band with her fingers. She loves it, and it drives her mom nuts. So every time I see her, she always wants me to shoot the rubber band with her.
So I open the door and say "does that bad man scare you"? She looks up at me with an innocent smile and says "Yeeeesss, he's mean". So I say "Well, when you see that mean man again, shoot him like I taught you with the rubber band" (I say this with a smile on my face). However, her face goes solemn.
She follows this expression with "he said if I tell him to go away or try to hurt him, he will hurt me..."
Needless to say, I'm intrigued. There's obviously something going on here. I'm inclined to meet the mom, mainly because she has no reason to lie about something like this, but most importantly, the truthfulness in the little girl.
I'll keep y'all posted on what goes on. The little girl says she can't describe the shadow in words, and the mom and dad say that they can't ever tell what the man is wearing. I'm gonna try to get the girl to color the man on a piece of paper, and if she does I'll post it on here. More to come...
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