I had a really weird experience when i was four . It was 1986 and we had just moved to Uganda with the war having just ended. I used to sit by the window with my sisters and watch the cars pass by late into the night…then one night,i was doing the same thing and suddenly a hand appeared infront of me. It was white and hairy but looked ordinary except for the fact that he had a beautiful watch whoever the fuck that guy was. I leaped back into bed and got a glimpse of his silhouette before falling asleep. It still freaks me out…hallucination? ill never know.
Freaky! when you say “white”, do you mean like a caucasian white, or white like an abominable snowman type thing?
The other day, my husband and I were driving along a freeway type road, when we came upon about 6 cars that had just pulled over (there were dust clouds swirling where they were). Thinking that there had just been an accident, we slowed down to find…
Nothing. Just people pointing up a little hill, with some scrambling up the slopes towards where people were pointing. Now, this was right next to the airport, so my first thought was that something had just gone horribly awry, and there was no huge black clouds of smoke yet. We went up to the next exit and made our way back to the scene to see what the hell was going on. There was maybe five to eight minutes between the initial confusion on the freeway and our return, but when we got back, there was no indication whatsoever that anything had taken place. Weird.
I’m secretly hoping that this will be another “very vaguely creepy” thread. I love weird stories without explanation!
Well I had a very vivid dream about time travel last week, and when I woke up I had missed my alarm and was late for work.
I’ve mentioned it before, but when I was a lad, I found a small green piece of notepaper in the middle of the path; on it, in neat handwriting were the words:
Roxell Roxell
Bowshot
To this day, I have no idea what it was about.
I was driving one evening by an airport. 'It was pouring rain and I was in my sister’s old car and the sound of the rain was deafening.
All at once, the rain stopped. Then it started again.
I looked to my left and saw a 737 headed into the airport.