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Your Darkest or Most Unusual Experiences
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Posted 6/27/15 , edited 6/29/15
I was reading Yoko Ogawa's book (Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales) and she surely has a way with words. Everyday things can be made creepy and unusual events that are not immediately threatening can be creepier than ghosts or monsters. An old lady who grows hand-shaped carrots and stores a mountain of kiwis in an abandoned post office, a road covered with spilled tomatoes after an accident that killed a truck driver, a boy trapped inside a refrigerator in a junkyard, a man who seems to break everything he touches...great book.

Anyway, after finishing the book, I took a stroll in my garden and spent some time resting in a secluded and shady area under our old lime tree. The ripe limes reminded me of the kiwis in Ogawa's book. I followed the ant trails snaking up the tree and looked at all the spiders waiting for food in their funnel-shaped webs. A fat jumping spider peeked out of a crevice and I poked it with my finger. A large wasp nest was visible high overhead under my neighbor's roof. At the base of the lime tree was my grandma's old hinoki bucket. It was filled with stagnant water so I dumped it out to kill all the mosquito larvae and watched them squirm like little fish on the cracked soil as the water around them was rapidly absorbed by the ground, thinking about how they would become nutrients for the lime tree and that I would later eat the limes.

And then I remembered an event that occurred almost a decade ago. My dog had torn apart a litter of kittens in that area. There were 7 kittens and all of them were dead. Kitten organs and meat were strewn about, the blood was still warm and pooling when I arrived. Sunday was the day. I skipped church and gathered up every last bit of flesh and bone. I spent that afternoon digging graves for the individual kittens under the old lime tree and doing my best to sort out the proper pieces for each grave. I remember the feeling of the slippery livers, of the slack intestines unwound like the innards of a cassette tape, of the ragged wounds inflicted by my dog's fangs, of the small bones crushed between powerful jaws.There's not even a bloodstain where my dog killed them after all these years, and the surface of the soil shows no sign that the earth was ever disturbed, but I wonder if the kittens' remains are still under the lime tree in those unmarked pits. Or if particles of the kittens are still in my body since I eat those limes. My dog has been gone for years and so have the kittens. It's strange how living things could just vanish like that, and the memories of them will be gone when I pass, too.


Well, I guess this is where you guys come in. Share your twisted experiences! Don't be afraid to get detailed.
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This is a great idea! I have nothing to share but I am looking forward to reading these lol.
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I've seen and heard some things in my life..... while not all creepy some have been rather upsetting.

One time years ago, the company I worked for at the time had a incident with a piece of equipment out on a highway. Deaths were involved and the equipment was towed back into our work and parked. One day I walked out to do an inspection and noticed that, when the equipment was returned to the yard for storage, they didn't clean it quite correctly. So I walked backwards about 30 feet and saw that, while they had quickly hit it with a hose, they didn't scrub it down and that there was a head impact crater on the side of the equipment, and what would have been blood and brain matter sprayed down the side.

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There was this time when was walking to the local park to do my routine training, I live in a mid class in border with low class resident, in the street you can always find indigent around. kids playing too, never the less no one pay attention to what they are always doing. one time I was walking near a construction building where all the floor around was mud , I saw 4 or 5 kids of 11 or 12 years old gathered around this poor man, when I hear the crack of stone crashing with force on the poor man, the poor man asked them if they did believe in God, and they throw stones even with more rage, I did impose myself to the kid yet they cross the 4 way street and throw me stone from far, never say them again, which is rare in a small town. From that day on I am not the same...
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Seeing my cousin's doppelgänger on the news was pretty freaky.
The poor girl died after getting into a school fight and the family was demanding justice. I showed my mother the picture of the girl and she thought it was my cousin at first.
Creepy stuff.
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Ah, another event was one that occurred just three years ago.

I was still working as an assistant manager at my uncle's hotel and we noticed a Chinese guest who had stayed way past check-out time. We had the housekeepers check to see if there were still personal belongings in the room and they promptly reported that there were open suitcases, clothing on the bed. So that could only mean that he hadn't left the area. We decided to disable his key card and ELO the room (electronic lock-out).

The next day, he still hadn't checked out. This was very strange since there was no way he could have entered the room without coming to the front desk. I was getting annoyed because he paid with cash and we would be losing money if he stayed another day, even if we took his deposit. Again, we checked and the stuff was still there. We were confused but decided to give it one more day.

I got fed up the following day and told the housekeepers to open the room so that we could take the guest's things and put them in storage. One housekeeper mentioned once encountering the corpse of a man who drowned himself in the bathtub. We talked about how this could possibly be a suicide case, too, since they merely opened the room and didn't check the bathroom during the last two days.

A few minutes later, I received a frantic call from the housekeeper who opened the room. The guest was found dead in the room. I went up and it appeared that he had hung himself on the closet bar. After he died, the bar had collapsed, so his body slumped down and it looked like he was kneeling peacefully in prayer. A four-page suicide note written in Chinese was on the nightstand. I was the only one there who could read the note but decided not to. 4 is an unlucky number in Asian cultures. There was a distinct odor in the room and I guess the air conditioning helped to prevent the body from decomposing too quickly. I called the police and they took care of the rest.

I later heard that his family never claimed his body from the morgue because they were in China and the laws there penalize families if one of their members commits suicide. I'm not sure how true that is, but it is very sad to think he might still be frozen somewhere, waiting for his family even though they will never claim him.
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When I was a kid, I saw a very gruesome traffic accident scene that I still don't forget it.

Up until now I never saw anything gruesome like that.
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This is a terrible thread to read in the middle of the night. I haven't had many dark/unusual experiences and I'm pretty happy about that. I'm trying my hardest to remember something but I just can't remember anything. They're probably hiding in the darkness of my subconsience. (obviously misspelled that.)
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One of my strangest but funnest experiences was when I went night fishing with my childhood friend.

The pier was packed so we decided to slip down to a private beachfront in the residential area. We met a guy collecting trash who introduced himself as Kuneau. He was a chill guy and told us about how the rich people often left a lot of good stuff on the beach. He collected recyclables as well as those abandoned items. We had a bottle of liquor with us and we shared with him as we cast out lines into the sea. The beach was very dark and we found it most comfortable to fish from a narrow walkway. It was low tide when the police came.

We saw them across the sand and in the parking lot so we quickly ducked on the walkway. There was a low wall about two feet high between the sand and the walkway, which prevented the cops from seeing us. The cops parked there with their lights directed out toward where we were, so we stayed low, waiting for them to leave. They didn't leave and the tide was coming in.

As the tide rose, water crashed against the side of the walkway and doused us with the salty ocean spray. We eventually became drenched. The water brought in small crab-like creatures, which covered the ground and then scurried back to the sea. It was very uncomfortable, so we passed the bottle around to deal with it. The cops left after a good half hour parked in the lot. The whole time, we were scared they would see us whenever we poked our heads up, or our fishing rods became visible over the wall, or that they would simply get out of their vehicle to do a patrol on foot.

After the cops left, we got off the drenched walkway and went fishing much further out, climbing over many rocks that were further out in the water. We ended up catching nothing, but it was pretty unusual and fun. We already dodged cops twice that night before going to that beach.
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The whole prey drive thing is why, while I love big dogs, I will not get one while I have a cat.
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When I was six, I saw a creature resembling the Grim Reaper in my very vivid "dream", if it WAS a dream. He wore a black hood and carried a scythe-like weapon, with one of the most gaunt and inhumanly long, wiry frames i'd ever seen. He whispered "I am the emisary of the living dead" and then vanished. Creepy as heck.

I don't know what that whole thing even was, to this day. But I swear I've seen paranormal stuff since, just not so much since I moved out of the old family house at 15. Like I swear I saw glimpses of my cat after she died, it was disturbing. That house was creepy by itself, despite the fact that it was new when my family bought it, it was always so huge space wise that the vast space gave an eerie vibe, especially at night. It didn't help that there were many unsavory noises at night, too.
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After we lost our dalmatian and weimaraner and shepherd mix, my grandma kept seeing a trio of butterflies in the yard. There was a white butterfly with black spots, a light brownish yellow one, and a monarch. They were the same colors as our dogs that just passed and my grandma would talk to them whenever she was in the garden. She was very touched by the presence of these three butterflies but eventually told them that they could move on. Soon afterward, the butterflies never returned and my grandma prayed for the dogs one more time. I am not very superstitious and don't believe in reincarnation or anything, but it was a bittersweet sight.
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My father was murdered and his remains were force-fed to me via spoon. Also, there was once a power outage and I had to play a board game because none of my portable devices were charged up.
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Oh my god. Those poor kittens. How terrible!

I haven't had any experiences like that. The closest thing I've been through was the bush crash I was in when I was 4, and then a chain dream that succeeded in thoroughly effing up my understanding of what 'real' means. That's one thing I haven't ever told anyone about, though. Pretty sure my family would throw my ass in a psych ward if I ever tried explaining it to them.

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i had a dream where i was in a daze and some friends where surrounding me calling my name asking me if i was ok and shit but i couldn't respond and they weren't very clear it was just silhouettes.
the next day at school i told a friend (lets call her V) about it she was like thats creepy.
6 months later i was getting high and i choked myself, i was friends when this happened not the one i told the dream too though, i went unconscious like a seizure or some shit hit me i guess anyway my friends stood around me and were calling my name i couldn't see their faces clearly though and i couldn't respond.
after i came to my senses i realized i had experienced that before and i was like oh shit what a fucking trip but i didn't expect anyone to believe me
later that day when i went home i remembered i told someone about that dream though and i told V about it what happened and i asked her if she remembered about the similar dream she said yes and once again said thats creepy
anyway on more than one occasion i've had dreams that end up coming true sooner or later believe it or not

edit: Sorry for all the grammar mistakes, its just that remembering this trips me out.
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