Give me something spooky
8 way skydive. Two friends were getting married and they wanted to do a wedding jump for their ceremony.
Not a big deal, but the two getting married were very inexperienced jumpers with less than 100 jumps each. The rest of us were all highly experienced with hundreds if not thousands of jumps. At the time I was sitting a bit over 2000 jumps and was active on both 4-way and 8-way competition teams. (Not my videos, but fair representations of what I was doing at the time).
We planned a jump which would put the newlyweds at the base where they would not need to do a whole lot. Unfortunately the bride had the bright idea that she wanted to come in and dock on the formation, which she did not have the skill set for. I coached her on several jumps having her dock on me. She was terrible, but she did manage to dock on me the last two coach jumps. Part of my coaching was what to do if she goes low and finds herself under the formation and unable to get back up. People falling together fall slower than an individual.
Fast forward and we have a practice jump about a month before the wedding. The groom goes out with another experienced jumper in the base, the bride next then the rest of us diving out.
Well, the bride misses the formation, much like I figured she would. Except she doesn’t follow her training and she just sits there under the formation. She was about 500 feet under the formation when she starts waving off, which is the signal she’s about to deploy her main parachute. The formation breaks and tracks for their lives, which we literally were.
She deploys and it turned out that I was closest to her. I passed less than 20 feet away doing 120mph where she was slowing to less than 10mph. She later said I sounded like a jet airplane passing by. Had we hit, it would have been fatal.
I grounded her and gave her a good chewing out. We spent the next weekend doing more coaching and I told her if she wanted to do the jump she had to be in the base.
The wedding day came, but unfortunately the weather the day sucked and we didn’t get to do the jump that day. We did it about a month later where the jump went pretty well and safely.
Damn as if skydiving wasn’t already scary enough
Ehh, it’s not that bad normally. I went on and did another ~2500 jumps in the subsequent years.
This was probably the worse situation I was put in, in my entire skydiving career. The fact of the matter the only real safety device in skydiving sits between the jumper’s ears. Most accidents occur due to a bad attitude, or ignorance of how to safely do things.
The US reelecting Trump.
For a third term
I was once driving with my wife through a very foggy roadway, when a huge truck came from the other way with these powerful fog lights and totally blinded me for a couple of seconds. It was enough that I missed the sign that a curve was coming so I took it too fast, lost control of my pickup and ended up rolling two and a half times landing with the pickup sideways on my wife’s side.
The moment I realised we were gonna flip was the most terrified I’ve ever been, mostly because I worried about my wife. Luckily a bus full of people was just passing by and they stopped and helped us get out and calm us down while the authorities came.
After that while talking to the cops I kept blaming myself, to the point that my wife got pissed and told the cops that I was still in shock and it was the truck’s fault and that they should just dismiss my rambling, saving me in the end from paying any fines lol.
It’s good that you and your wife made it through that experience okay.
I once rolled my car just due to driving in the snow down a mountain. It wasn’t quite scary like yours - in fact, I remember feeling a detachment as I started sliding towards an obstacle, thinking basically “okay, this is going to happen. I can’t do anything about it. What can I do to minimize the damage?”
I never ended up hitting the obstacle. The car rolled and I think the material of the roof generated more friction than the tires had, so I stopped sooner.
The car performed one full rotation, landing on one side, then the roof, then the other side, then back right side up. The interesting thing to me is that I didn’t realize the car was rolling until all the loose objects in the car started, from my perspective, defying gravity, then started obeying it again.
I came out completely physically unhurt, but one of the loose objects in the car was a jack. I saw it fly straight past my head. That could have been bad.
As I said, it was snowing and I was on a mountain in Pennsylvania. It was a long time ago and cell phone coverage wasn’t very good, let alone in that area. I ended up walking into the drainage ditch (figuring that the debris there might give my shoes more traction, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I neither slipped nor fell) and walking up to knock on the door of the nearest house to call a tow truck. I think it was nine or ten pm.
I couldn’t really see the resident, but I could see their feet on their recliner and the TV they were watching. The first time I knocked, there was no reaction. I waited a short while and knocked again and saw them reach to turn the TV up.
I got the message and walked to the next house. They were much more helpful.
I get what you mean. I actually think that if I were alone that time I would just roll with it (no pun intended) and dealt with whatever happened after that, the terrifying thing was the feeling of responsibility for my wife’s safety and that at that moment it was totally out of my control.
When all that happened, her phone went flying around the car and hit her in the forehead, that’s the main injury she suffered from all the ordeal so thankfully was nothing serious in the end.
For sure. When my rollover happened I was alone - no dependents and no one in the car with me. Now I have a wife and a daughter and if anything threatened to happen to them, especially under my care, I would be terrified.
Again, though; I absolutely believe you were justifiably frightened in the moment, but I’m glad things worked out!
Raped at gunpoint.
Not spooky per se, but it scared the shit out of me:
I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked for a DJ pushing road cases and setting up/striking equipment. One winter weekend, upon striking everything after a wedding, I stepped outside around 2am to find myself in the middle of a blizzard. I had borrowed my dad’s F250 with AWD for the evening, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fine to drive the 20 or so miles home.
There was absolutely nobody on the road, not even plows/salt trucks. Like many teenagers, though, I thought I was invincible, so I drove way faster than was reasonable in those conditions. About halfway back, I’m on an overpass across a major highway and hit a patch of ice. Cue the fishtail, then panic as my life flashed before my eyes. I ended up spinning about 2.25 revolutions, and come to stop perpendicular to the road with a few inches between my front bumper and the outer barrier of the overpass. Too bad I wasn’t wearing brown pants.
I managed to get the rest of the way home without incident, but I have never taken any chances driving in suspect conditions again- I figure I used up all my luck surviving that event.
Did you literally have your flash before your eyes and shit your pants, or are these expressions?
My life flashing before my eyes was an expression, but in that moment i truly believed I was going to die.
I did also piss myself, but the typical expression is brown pants, not yellow.
Large footprint on the bathroom floor mat that didn’t match any of my shoes. I live alone. Still can’t explain it.
Oh my god.
was it after a shower or it just randomly appeared like with a dirt footprint?
I noticed it when I was going into the bathroom that morning. There was no dirt, it was an indentation in the rug.
prior owner of rug, or people come into the hosue in the past, is it just one footprint? if a person was in the house you would notice 2, yea that is pretty creepy, is there like some kind “neighborhood” watch ask the neighbors if there are creepy people skulking around. probably need to install some CC cameras just in case.
They don’t want you to talk.
Bigfoot’s ghost came to haunt you
Did you do any followup to make sure no oke had broken in?
I did. I didn’t notice anything out of place, the front door was locked, and I live on an upper floor, so getting in through a window is not possible.
That’s so bizarre
I grew up in a small coal town where we (kids) would get up to trouble after dark.
one night we decided to go explore the mines and entered through the railway.
we were looking around when a security guard spotted us and started to chase us and we booked it back towards the way we came.
we didn’t know it at the time but they were bringing empty cars in to fill and the tail lights didn’t work. add to that, the coal belts were running which are very loud and almost undistinguishable from a train moving over rails. basically the air was filled with loud sounds and we were running scared.
as we were running out the narrow exit between the fencing, the cars came out of nowhere. I was lucky enough to jump out of the way and only got some cuts on my elbows from sliding down the rocky embankment. one of my friends wasn’t so lucky. he hit his head on the side of the steel car and got knocked back and the wheels rolled over both his legs basically crushing them off like a dull knife.
when the cars stopped I went back and saw the carnage of his severed legs, blood everywhere. even the smell…
he almost died that night, in hindsight it would have been better if he had. after that he was never the same. stuck in a wheel chair and had massive brain damage from the initial hit.
most my young life I thought about how easily that could have been me, and it just fucked me up.
Wow… thats awful. Must have been really hard for the kids parents too
So back in college a buddy and I subleased an apartment over the summer because our dorm was closed. The basic layout is that you walked in via the living room, with a hallway that headed toward the back. Off the hallway on one side was a galley kitchen with a narrow doorway (maybe an inch or two wider than my shoulders). A few steps forward on the other side was my roommate’s room, and my room was straight at the end of that hall.
One night I wake up hungry so head towards the kitchen. It’s pitch black, but for some reason my roommate slept with his door open so not being a dick I just walked down the hall in the dark (it was a straight shot and when I opened the fridge I knew the light would turn on so I’d be fine). I turn to walk into the kitchen and bumped into someone - you know that kind of soft/give when you walk into somebody. Assumed my roommate had gone into the kitchen for something and also wasn’t turning on the lights so said “Sorry dude” and flipped on the light switch right then (it was right next to my right hand - no delay between the bump and the light AT ALL). Except it wasn’t him (goddammit I’m getting goosebumps typing this right now).
There was no one there. Period. But there was also no way it was my roommate. Narrow doorway so he couldn’t get around without touching me, and the time between the bump and the light coming on was immediate. With the light now I turned around and could see my roommate through his door, sleeping in his bed peacefully.
There were other things that happened that summer to kind of indicate the place was haunted - things move around or go missing (but attributed that to forgetfulness or pranks), and sometimes pipes would be banging up until I’d ask the ghost to stop because I had class or whatnot in the morning (but there I figured I’d subconsciously gotten used to however long it took for it to stop on its own so it was coincidence).
But to this day I have NO viable explanation for who/what I bumped I to that night.
ghost: using all their effort to bang the fuck out of pipes to be a dick
you: (irritated) oh for ffs! knock it off! I have class in the morning!
ghost:
That is indeed very spooky
I had something similar happen to me when i was kid. We were playing hide and seek at night in my rich friends house. I thought i saw someone so i “tagged” them but it was actually a large, expensive vase. It fell and shattered, making a very loud sound echoing in the night. Fearing retribution from the parents in the other room we all rapidly regrouped downstairs. After a few minutes of silence with shockingly no parental hellfire raining down on us, we cautiously ventured upstairs and turned on the lights. There was no vase… nothing at all was broken. We all clearly heard it shatter. It’s safe to say that play time was over at that point. We learned our lesson and never repeated that game upstairs again.
That’s pretty spooky but, at the same time, I’m sure you guy were kind of relieved that you didn’t actually break an expensive vase lol
20 years ago, almost to the hour, (only remember as it was a long Easter weekend), I’d sat up from the Thursday night and had worked my way through ~40 Shrek 2 ecstasy tablets over that timespan. It was later reported in the papers they were adulterated with methamphetamine. Which explains why we were hiding in a closet watching every fault on the wall turn into some sort of insect and scurry away.
But the real killer was the gravity bongs with cheap hash (there was literal bits of plastic bags in it as filler). On my 10th one or so I got kicked back out my body like I’d just been hadoukened by The Ancient One and was in some plane in space where I could see all my memories like wee tv screens. I was pulled back into the current timeline and was hovering just above my body for a second before being jolted back in.
I immediately had excruciating pain in my wrists and it felt like invisible inter-dimensional chains were being dragged through them. Not metaphorically. It felt mechanical. Deliberate. But the worst bit was the time loops. The same minute kept repeating for what felt like an eternity, I could see time rewinding and it’d repeat the same minute again and again and again until I realised I had free will and told my cousin to phone and ambulance before I jumped out the window to break the loop.
And that kids, is how I got persistent hallucinogenic perception disorder and about a decade of sleep paralysis (every night).
worked my way through ~40 Shrek 2 ecstasy tablets
I’m glad watching Shrek 2 that many times on your computer tablets made you so happy.
Damn that reminded of one of the times I did salvia. My friends said I looked like I was in a seizing up kind of pose but not shaking. Dropped head, angled wrists, and an extended leg with a pointed out ballerina foot kinda thing.
Anyways, I hit the salvia and I’m suddenly split into a water wheel, I can see all the actions of my top self on the couch and the actions preceding it from my view at the bottom of the water wheel. It felt like I was there for a long time maybe an hour, I remember I use to say years but I think was being dramatic for fun story telling, it was 30ish seconds my friends told me.
Sorry to hear about the lifelong disorder, I have some health stuff from being a drug addict in my youth.
somebody once told me, the world was gonna roll me
Ok wow. Even if it wasn’t laced crap…
He really likes Shrek, what can you do
I was doing backcountry snowboarding on a mountain I grew up near. It’s not anywhere near an established ski resort so there’s no mapped out sections or any safety measures. I was with a group and we were mostly sticking together, but I didn’t want to wait for them to smoke a cigarette so I just went ahead.
The ride itself was a ton of fun and probably the craziest line I’ve ever hit. I bombed it out of the bottom because I could see there was a big flat section coming and I didn’t want to walk through the snow to get out. I rode as long and far as I could, but eventually stopped as I didn’t have enough speed. I was in the middle of a big clearing and didn’t see really any other tracks, but it was late spring and where I was was pretty icy. So I unstrapped and stepped off of my board, picked it up, and started walking toward our meeting spot.
Apparently the clearing I was in was not so much just a nice meadow. Nope, it was a pond. I don’t know how many steps I took before I just fell straight through the top layer. Now I don’t know if the water had just backed up there from an ice floe and then maybe the dam melted and it all went away, but what I do know is that I landed with my armpits on my board and I was dangling.
Thankfully I was a strong little shit, so I pulled myself right up and was able to spread my weight out using my board and otherwise. But when I looked into the hole I had made, it was like fifteen feet straight down to a bunch of big rocks. Had I fallen in, I have no idea if anyone would have been able to find me.
I wasn’t too scared then, but it hits me now and again how utterly close to death I was just then. Terrifying.
Wow. That is terrifying. You’re lucky to be alive
This is why the buddy system is so important.
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I’ll give my scariest, and then a spooky one
Turned onto a highway from a stop light and 2 idiots were apparently racing and blew through the stoplight. One came so close to slamming into me at probably 90mph+, I could have put my hand out the window and touched their car. They swerved to avoid me and ended up crossing 2 lanes, hitting a ditch, launched into the air, literally grazed a huge tree and ended up skidding 50 yards or so across a field. Kid somehow walked away with out a scratch. My smart watch thought I was having a heart attack.
The spooky one.
I used to ghost hunt. One place we were at, I was taking a break in a hallway and felt a hand grab my leg. It was so distinct, that I could feel it was someone’s right hand, the palm, thumb and individual fingers wrap around one at a time. It felt like warm static. I immediately took my recorder out, placed it in the middle of the hallway and asked a few questions to see if I could get a response. I left the recorder going and we all left the floor. When playing back the recording, you can hear us close the door and seconds later, you can hear a person walking in high heels on concrete/tile come from one end of the hall, pass over the recorder, and walk down the other end. Funny thing was the hallway was covered in carpet. This wasn’t even the spookiest story I had, but one that was backed up by evidence.
I bought a bunch of ghost hunting equipment and then my sister backed out of going ghost hunting with me. I wanna do it so bad, but not alone. Did you stop because of an experience you had or other reasons?
I quit mainly due to group drama, but experiences were getting a bit too much to deal with as well. The first group I was with would be the type to claim every dust speck in a picture was an orb. I was lucky enough to partner with a semi-professional group for a while who focused on pure evidence, debunking everything, and much more science based, but they were located out of state. I even created my own group that kept the science focus, but internal drama between some members dissolved that. Experiences were also giving me some personal conflict that started making me uncomfortable.
What experiences were giving you personal conflict?
Despite having a very scientific mindset to the paranormal, I considered myself to be a partial empath. I could feel when things were going to happen, or “energies” so to speak. A lot of times it was backed up by things like recordings or physical happenings like the time things were thrown at me. I had someone who was helping me develop those feelings and work on corroborating them with more evidence. There was an incident during a hunt where I felt and saw something speak directly to me, and it was NOT friendly. I was able to “communicate” with it and ask questions and I got replies. I didn’t react, but I whispered to my partner who was helping me if they were feeling anything, and they agreed something felt off and not in a good way, and they pointed in the direction I was seeing this thing. At that exact moment, a friend’s mom who had come, abruptly said she was tired and had to go and practically ran out. I later asked my friend why their mom left, and they said she felt an unbelievable bad feeling of evil they couldn’t shake and felt that if they didn’t get out of there, something bad was going to happen. That was her first and only hunt with us.
It sounds like something out of a movie, but the thing I was communicating with was an all black goat man sitting on an all black throne looking chair who called themselves “I am many, I am Legion” and said they were there to control us. Obviously this isn’t logical, and being agnostic myself, I am torn about what the paranormal can be from a religious aspect. It’s impossible to call it evidence, but, having 2 other people experience something at the same time with similar feelings like that was chilling. That experience was the last time I tried communicating with things and I actually stepped away from ghost hunting not long after.
Despite having a very scientific mindset to the paranormal, I considered myself to be a partial empath.
This is what scares me about trying to ghost hunt. I feel pretty deeply and can pick up on emotion pretty strongly. However, I’m also used to creaky old houses, animals and pet noises, etc. so I figure a lot of these sounds investigators hear and attribute to spirits would be passed off as just an old house or a hot water system expanding and contracting with temp changes.
I’d love to hear more about your experiences. You mention before or after this reply that you got some good EVP recordings. I get with how shitty people and the internet are, not wanting to share videos, but would you share the most intriguing EVPs?
Don’t be scared about logical explanations debunking everything. To be honest, 95% of all the evidence I’ve personally collected could be explained away. To me, it’s only solid evidence if I can’t come up with an alternative explanation. It’s one of the reasons I stopped doing still photography on hunts, 100%, and I do mean 100%, could always be potentially dust, bugs, tricks of light, etc… The video I spoke of on another comment that seems to be unexplained, I still have doubts due to someone walking by moments earlier with a flashlight, but my first team ran with it and claimed it was a ghost immediately. They also claimed many photos of “orbs” to be spirits, but it’s just too easy to say it could be dust. In the years I hunted, I might have a grand total of 5 minutes of EVPs that I couldn’t explain, or were at least in tandem with emf readings, questions, temp drops etc… I never got conclusive video or photos. My best unexplainable evidence are my personal stories, but someone will always come along and say I made it up, or mental illness or whatever, I can’t prove it to someone else.
I still had lots of fun, and I don’t discourage anyone from doing it. My standards for hard evidence are very high and I believe everyone’s should be. Every time I see someone online post a photo of orbs and claim they are ghosts really hurt the field in my opinion. Too many people go into the field being Mulder, and not enough are Scully. Be skeptical, explain as much away as possible. The stuff left over is what’s interesting and worth studying.
As I stated on another comment the evidence I have up is tied to doxable information and I keep Lemmy separate from everything. I will work on stripping that info out and repost it at some point.
Interesting. How did you get into ghost hunting in the first place?
When I was a kid, I was in my bedroom with the door closed. I heard my doorknob turning and looked up to see it still turning real slow and opened. I was expecting to see a family member there checking in on me but no one was there. I jumped up and everyone in the family was just chilling in the living room. My door knob was the kind that even if the door just slipped open, the knob doesn’t have to turn. Ever since then I’ve been interested in all kinds of paranormal.
That’s interesting. Besides the other stories you mentioned, do you have any other interesting ghost stories you could share? I know I’m asking a lot of questions here but I just find this stuff fascinating
What’s the spookiest thing you saw while ghost hunting (even if you don’t currently have any evidence to back it up)?
When I walked in on a 17 year old kid and two of his older friends stomping on a homeless guy in a cocaine fuelled rampage. I almost had to stab the kid because he didn’t realize I already had my knife out… luckily one of his friends suddenly wasn’t in the mood to beat the shit out of me and stopped him.
Going 80km/h on a scooter in Thailand driven by someone without a license and no helmet
I once smacked my funny bone on a piece of lumber and lost all feeling and control of my right hand for a good 10 minutes or so and was freaking out that I lost the use of my dominant hand until it started having feeling again and I could move my fingers.
I did something similar on a fire door in college (i was behind it when someone kicked it open). There’s a bigass nerve cluster there. Lost the use of the arm for a week.
Yeah. That nerve cluster also where signsls to your pinky and ring finger go. If you mess it up bad enough, you can lose the use of 2/5ths of your hand. The carpal tunnel houses another cluster of nerves that if damaged can fuck up the other 3/5ths. If you skate or regularly do shit where you could fall, always wear knee, elbow and wrist protection along with your helmet. And probably more relevant to Lemmy: proper posture when typing and using the mouse; don’t rest your wrists while not at rest, sit up straight, etc. Damage to any of those areas is bad news.
Parasailing - I was too small for the harness part and wasn’t secured correctly. I spent the whole time paralyzed after I realized what was wrong.
