You know… those stories that give you goosebumps all over, the ones that make the hair stand up on the back of your neck… I wanna hear them
This story isn’t mine, it’s my dad’s, but it freaked me out when I heard it anyway.
Australia, early 1970’s:
My dad had just arrived back to Australia from a trip to Greece, where he bought a fair few greek records, and where he first tried his now favourite drink, Chivas Regal. One night he was with some cousins, listening to his favourite record, “paramythaki” (fairytale) and drinking Chivas Regal. They were bored, so they decided to see a film. A new release, “The Exorcist” looked good. One particular scene involved a priest, sitting at a table. He was drinking Chivas Regal, and listening to a record.
The record’s name?
“Paramythaki”
Everyone completely SHIT themselves so badly after that, that nobody went home. They all slept in the same room that night.
I was at one of my neighbor’s house a few years ago. I was probably 15 (1997, then) and I was vacumning my neighbor’s carpet to help her out because her step-father committed suicide. I feld obliged to help her out in her time of need; the good neighbor girl next door was I. So there I was vacumning, thinking about nothing, when I hear someone come downstairs. I always look up and I did so then. It was her mother (who’s in her 60s) and she was naked. I turned beet red and pretended I didn’t notice. Then her mom waved at me. You know what she reminded me of? The old naked woman in the bathtub from The Shining (Stanley Kubrick’s). Needless to say, I got done vacumning as fast as I could. Another time that same woman mooned me, but that wasn’t as freaky as the incident I described.
This is not a “goosebumps” story. I don’t think I’ve been lucky enough to have one of those. But it does seem to have a few coincidences.
My ex-SO and I went to NAS Miramar for an airshow. As we were walking I saw the tail of a large foreign aircraft. I told her, “Look! There’s a VC-10!” She had vacationed in England and knew a guy from a VC-10 squadron. When we gor to the aircraft, we saw that it was from the 101 Sq. and she recognized one of the crew. They invited us aboard after the show. The galley drink dispensers that are normally filled with water or coffee were filled with gin tonics and vodka-and-orange juice. Nice party. We found out that the aircraft was not supposed to be at Miramar, but was supposed to be at another airshow. They changed their minds at the last minute and did the Navy show. While we were hanging out, a man came aboard dragging his wife. “See? See? This is what I used to fly for Southeast African Airlines!” he told her. He checked the airfraft information that was posted on a bulkhead, and this was the aircraft that he flew when it was a passenger jet. A girl comes aboard and she looks familiar. I’m sure I had seen her at Edwards AFB when I worked in Ridley Mission Control Centre. I said to her, “Ridley Mission Control?” She answered, “Yellow Porsche?” Yup. We knew each other. She decided to go to the airshow on the spur of a moment with some friends who were going.
So the aircraft wasn’t supposed to be there. My ex-SO had to have been to England and had to have met that particular crew so that we would be invited aboard. The South African guy had to have flown that aircraft, then he had to have been invited aboard to find out that it was the one he flew – after having moved from South Africa to San Diego. The girl I knew had to have worked at RMCC at the same time I did, and she had to decide to go to the airshow that day and had to be invited aboard the aircraft that wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place.
So no goosebumps here. Just lots of things seem to have had to come together.
