My great grandmother’s house

I rember nothing but fond memories of my great grandmother , strong willed , loving and got the job done. However, i will not get over her message and what happened on that day.

So when i was ten years old my family recieved a call. I looked at my mother’s face and felt inside me that something was wrong. It was my grandfather. He told my mother that her grandmother , my great grandmother was in a car crash and she had died before the ambulance could arive, time of her death was 3:30 , thats important to remeber.

Skip ahead to four weeks after the call, me, my older brother, my mother and father were at her house as we were tasked to help clean out her house as it was on the market. We were all in the sitting room packing boxes wrapping things in newspaper. That was when my mother looked up at the wall and gasped , tears also streaming down her face. The clock had froze at 3:30! The time the ambulance service had called her death.

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Hello Everyone. I have been thinking of posting this for a while. I thought about what I would say and when and how. Now I have found the perfect form to what I want to say. As of writing this, the date is Thursday, 1/24/2019. This absolutely True Story takes place 9/16/2018. I have Chronic Asthma, I’ve had it since birth. Unfortunately, its gotten in the way in my life. I am a little Autistic. I’m a male, 23 years of age, and in the past few months, I have made an entire change in my lifestyle and my overall life thinking and what I want for my future. Some examples include what I eat, how I think, and realizing who is whole-heartedly good and bad in my life. I live on the Outskirts of a small town in Vermont. In a trailer park. Not a trashy one either, it’s actually quite nice. I have become quite fond of this little three bedroom trailer.

Anyway on to what happened. Asfore-mentioned I have Chronic Asthma, well I was in a depressed state, as in a deep suicidal depression. At this time my girlfriend now fiancee was in the same depressive state. We were then living with my ex and now best friend. As well as my other best friend. For the sake of anonymity, I will change their names. For my fiancee, I will call her Sabby. My ex will be Lizzard, it was a nickname given to her by her sister when she was young. I loved it so much that I enjoyed calling her it. She honestly loves it, but won’t admit it to anyone if asked. Last but not least my best friend who we will call Pincent. He was there through a lot of major changes in my life and was absolutely supportive in my recovery, and still is to this day. Honestly, they all still are, and we are all still best friends.

We were all in this depressed situation, all three of us were suicidally depressed. On top of this, we had three dogs to care for. One was named Kaiya and she was 9. As well as my first fur baby named Susie who was 2 and a half. Lizzard and I still share custody of her, and Susie still knows me as Daddy. I still love her with all my heart. Last but not least in this story is Sophie. She is Pincents, she is about a year now I believe. I miss living with them. We all still talk, but it is just not the same. We are actually all meeting up at my friend’s house on Sunday to watch the Superbowl. I hate most sports but I can’t pass up the chance to hang with my friends again. I am more of the analytical type. I analyze everything I see and do.

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I’m currently pregnant with my first child; a boy that I’m very thankful for, but the way he was conceived into this world and the things I’ve felt while pregnant with him have been anything but normal. At the end of April, this year. I went into septic shock due to untreated sepsis and was admitted to the hospital just before it was too late. I also had high blood pressure, kidney failure, and was completely delusional.

During my week-long stay, I was constantly in and out of sleep, waking from nightmares, touches from nurses who weren’t there when I opened my eyes, even whispers. One night, I was startled awake to a loud gunshot and screaming, only to find pindrop silence. It had to be one of the longest weeks of my life.

When May finally came, I was released on the second. All tests they had taken came back negative, unable to determine the cause of sepsis. My fiancé, Allen and I decided to visit with my sister and her husband, as they lived a few hours away. We were only there for a few days, and the day we drove back, it was pouring rain. We crashed into a state trooped who had someone pulled over on a curb. We lost our car to damages and had to pay a lot of money that we didn’t have.

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Looking Back

Fog shrouded the island. Thick white haze, like a large wet blanket, was pulled over the entire chunk of land. He was not afraid, he knew he would eventually be back. Life had to go on, even if he did not. To him it seemed like years since he was on the island, but it did not matter. Time would not move without him, it waited for him to come back. Days, weeks, months, time would hold for as long as it had to. Like a worried father waiting up impatiently at the table for his little girl to come home from her first date. When he stepped back on the island, time would be there to greet him.

He lingered on the shore. Not sure how he arrived here, but not too shocked that he did. Just moments ago, he was twelve years old, getting his first kiss from a small older blonde girl named Melinda behind North High Middle School’s gym. They cut their fourth period class together and holed up in the cafeteria not caring about what they missed in class. Then the cafeteria was gone and he was at his high school graduation party at Disney land, the girl of his dreams was holding his hand and pulling him towards the line for the Doomsday drop. The fear came flooding back as he looked up and saw the current riders plunging quickly towards the ground, he didn’t want to ride but wasn’t willing to let go of her hand. Time seemed to fly by, he bounced from moment to moment. Times and places started to blur together faster than he could register them. He was there when he met his wife for the first time. She was watching a softball game he was playing in for a co-ed work league. He twisted his ankle and she brought him over some ice. He saw the look in her eyes as he struggled to find something to say that would make him seem interesting and nice. Instead, his mind drew a blank and he stuttered and sounded like an idiot, but she smiled anyway and he did not care.

Now he was here again, standing on the shore knowing he was supposed to follow the dirt path that cut its way through the tropical trees and made its way deeper into the heart of the island. He stayed back and watched his small boat come closer to the sandy shore from the much larger research vessel anchored in the sea close by. He saw himself, eyes wide with possibility, a smile of hope, and the sense that just around the corner could lay the discovery of a lifetime.

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In 2003 I had met a guy that said he would take me on adventures and make my life exciting. Little did I know that the safe world I had grown up with was about to get shattered.

I lived in a small town and had never really traveled outside of my state. Never experienced life in a way that others would. We were kind of sheltered from the big crime and other things that have been happening over the countryside.

So my ( now ex) decided to take me on a journey of being an over the road truck driver.
In a lot of cases this was a great experience there where a lot of fun times and I got to see most of the US. But trucking life is hard, and being on the road 24/7 isn’t easy. Being cooped up in a small truck with someone for that long will cause anyone to become mad, as in crazy- batshit crazy.

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Between life and death

I can remeber “it” or my so call, shadow friend for a long time. Around 12 years ago when I was barely 3 or 4 years old during the time, my family and I lived in a small apartment while my sister and share a room together with bunk beds, though she always got top while I was stuck with the bottom one.

I remeber one night, I woke up feeling thirsty as got out of my room and into the kitchen for a cup of milk I didn’t finish. While I was drinking, I don’t remeber exactly on turning on the lights nor reaching them as I was quite small, but I ignore it like the child I was.

While my eyes roam around the dining area, there, I saw it. I saw a tall, black, shadow figure with white eyes and ears pointy like an Anbus from the Egyptian, standing still out of fear and shock. I was frozen in place, scare and shock and I remeber its voice, it was raspy, deep, almost a snarl as it call out to me. “Jasmine.” The shadow said which cuase me to drop my cup as it broke, crying out of fear as my parents came running, asking what’s wrong as I try to explain to them, but it all came out in slurs.

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Still watched….

Hi my name is Peter, this is the first time I’ve ever told someone about what happend two years ago. So please don’t be mad for me not remembering all of the details. I live in small village in Czech Republic, in south Moravia. And this is my story.

Two years ago I’ve woke up at midnight in complete paralize. I’ve heard a few words : Please help me, it’s comming for me.. . I was scared so much that I couldn’t even point my eyes to the way of the words comming from. About 10 minutes later I’ve heard women screaming for help, so I get up from my bed and went into the hallway. In the end of that hallway are door that leads to our backyard that ends with few trees that afterwards becomes a little forrest where me and my friend used to play hide and seek. But this day…..well this night I saw there women dressed in white almost glowing white dress. On our backyard I heard steps so I looked the same direction that the sound of those steps was comming. I saw one lonely man dressed in black coat. He turned his head my way, and I can clearly remember how he slowly and calmly told me not to be bothered that he is not here for me this time. His face was pale almost white with no mouth, nose or eyes. And than he spoke again : Like I said don’t worry I’m not here for you today!!. He said it like it should warn me to go away, like he don’t want me to look. And thats the last thing that I remember from that night next morning my parents woke me up I was laying on the floor of our hallway when they asked me how I’ve got there I heaven’t said anything of that what happend that night…

Few weeks ago from now I’ve heard voices talking about the ghost rider… Well I’ve seen the film wich Nicolas Cage but nothing was simmilar with that movie… Later my older sister was watching some TV show and there was a ghost rider I’ve looked on her PC and I saw something that looked exactly like the man I saw in our backyard. That night I couldn’t fall asleep..

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Facing my Mortality in Stygian Darkness

During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I had the opportunity to participate in a really incredible summer programme. It was about a month long and would give us art, PE, and science credit in return for jaunting all over the American West to camp, bike, hike, spelunk, white-water raft, conduct field experiments in geology and biology, draw wildlife, make pottery out of raw clay we gathered ourselves — you get the picture. It was a blast, and I remember most of it with great fondness.

There were a couple of experiences, though, that still give me a chill when I think about them — and this one is the worst.

It was one bright morning in June when me and my group (three teachers and about 20 students) turned up at the lip of the short vertical well that marked the entrance to the Nutty Putty cave. Nutty Putty cave was discovered in the 1960’s, and is located just west and north of central Utah. It is a hydrothermal feature located in a very fossiliferous area (home to cherty limestone, dolomite, Deseret limestone, and all sorts of other exciting things). Despite this, the formations in the cave are not the calcite stalactites and stalagmites some people expect — instead it’s just sort of muddy and damp and brown, and the natural formations of Silicon Dioxide go mostly unnoticed by any but the real geology enthusiasts.

Getting into the cave itself was already a test of my nerves — first you had to clamber down the short vertical drop, and then crawl through what looks almost like a rabbit hole at the bottom. It quickly became clear that it was a little wider than it seems, but there was no way to move forward besides sliding in on your stomach across the rocky detritus of the cave floor for about 6-10 feet. Once you managed that, the cave opened up into something much more spacious.

Now — I have never been super excited about tight, enclosed spaces, but I don’t think that my discomfort at that time was any more than a lot of people have. As it was, I had to really give myself a pep-talk to get past that first crawl, but I managed to persuade myself to do it.  There are a few different routes which could be taken once inside, but my group pretty much all wanted to head down to the bottom reaches and the “Birth Canal” feature. This was a tight, absurdly small corkscrew tunnel of rock, and I still have no idea why they wanted to shove themselves through it like human toothpaste in a tube. I had no intentions of doing so, and there were a couple others who agreed with me.

The crowd who wanted to have their skeletons compressed stopped at the Birth Canal, and the handful remaining continued on towards the feature at the lowest reach of that arm of the cave. This was another loop of rock, but much wider and oriented vertically. You’d drop or climb down one side, move through the bottom “curve” of the loop, and then clamber up the other side. I was last in our line of intrepid spelunkers, and so I was the last into the loop. It wasn’t an impressively large feature, and the drop down into it was innocuous enough. The problem came, however, when I tried to get back up the other side.

I am not a tall dude. In fact, I’m really short — five feet tall, and despite being a pretty physically fit 14-year-old, arm strength wasn’t my strong suit.  I could brace myself with my feet on the rock and reach the handholds I would need to pull myself up, but I couldn’t get any leverage to push or jump with my legs thanks to a combination of the distance I had to span, and the angle.  The only option was to pull myself up by my arms, and it became dreadfully apparent to me right away that I wasn’t able to do this. If I had been fully rested and not suddenly suffused with joint-melting levels of mortal terror, I might have been able to manage it with a little luck, but I was already fatigued from the hour or so that we’d already been descending into the cave.  

For the first time in my young life, I became truly aware of my own mortality. As the moments passed and I literally could not pull myself up, I suddenly understood how people can just end up dead — and dead in the worst possible ways. I had never before really been in a situation where I had no way out, and I was utterly dependent upon the ability of another person to fish me out of the jaws of a really miserable death. I know this sounds dramatic and hyperbolic, but stay with me — I promise you it is not.

“Alex!” I said, my voice coming out as a dusty, terrified squeak. “Alex, I can’t get up!”

Luckily, my friend who had been next to last in line was still within earshot. He was about a foot taller than I was, and probably about 30% scrawnier. He came back to the edge of the drop and reached down for me — and luckily we managed between the two of us to scramble me up and out of the loop. I was pretty spooked, but I had to stick with my class, so we were in the cave for at least another hour or so. When we finally ascended the main gallery and emerged into the blazing desert sun — I tell you, I have never been more grateful to see the sky in my entire life.

 

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I was around 23 when i was working with the Chicago Fire Department, i was lead paramedic and the driver of the ambulance, we got called out to a call i will never forget.

it was around 6 am when we got this call, the dispatch said, “Adult Male Down For Unknown Causes” I immediately jumped in the Ambulance and sped out of the fire house, put the lights and sirens on and went full speed down the road, we managed to get there on time before we saw the man with a needle through his ribs, we asked how this happened, No reply, we asked multiple times before patching it up and carefully loading him up onto the stretcher, we looked over and saw an old lady staring plain at us while we do our job, i should “Can i help you?” No reply, then we set off to the hospital, but while doing so we saw a car following us, it was the old lady in a bright red buick, with the number plate LQODL213, i will never forget that number plate due to the fact of what happens next, We pull up at the bay to un load and do the paperwork when the old women pulls up right behind us barely near the doors, we hop out to unload the pacient and we had to put it on the hood of her car it was that close, she asked us “why did you do that” and we stated that she was parked behind and ambulance when it says on the back “stay 200 feet away” She says that my ex husband and i used to be a nurse, i said to her that she is no longer a nurse and that she had to move her car, she refused, We called the cops and they came in under 3 minutes but by the time they got here, she was gone, from this day on ward i still wonder, will i ever see this women again?

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