People who have been declared clinically dead and then been revived were asked: "What was your experience of death?" These are some of the best answers.
2/20 I died in 1995 after serious trauma. I panicked for what had to be no-time at all but felt like forever. Then it felt like a light went out. Then there was nothing. Nothing at all.
I came to several hours later in a recovery room. Remembering the panic, not even the pain could shake that panic. A few days later the doctors let me know I had "died" between the ambulance and the operating room. They weren't so clear, only that they weren't worried.
As for the accident, I was hit by a car going about 50-60 mph, it had swerved off of the interstate into a roadside stop. I went over the car and landed on the top. My right leg (tibia, fibula) and elbow (the entire joint) were broken. My hair caught in the windshield and I was basically scalped. My lip was torn in half, and my face was peeled around the chin. Skin hung there loose. I remember it swinging there. It felt like a damn wet rag. A warm wet rag. I don't remember how much it hurt at all, but I remember that gross wet rag feeling, and just wanting to tear it off, get it away. It was, however, attached to me.
My head was leaned in such a way that blood flowed down my face from the wound on my chin and puddled in my eye-sockets. The sun baked the blood and basically scabbed my eyes over, so I lay there blind for a while in the Texas heat while I waited for a helicopter, but they couldn't land it, so an ambulance arrived about 30 minutes later.
I remember everything up until that recovery room. Being alert, making jokes, then losing it more and more over time. Finally time blended into a long minute. Everything tasted like blood and grit (the grit were bits of my broken teeth). I begged for anything to stop the pain, an advil, anything. The neck brace pressing into that open chin wound. Not being able to see a thing.
Then my mom and aunt held my good hand while that long minute ended and the lights in my mind's eye went out.
3/20 Heart failed during a procedure (to see what was wrong with my heart funnily enough) and they lost my vitals. All I remember was blacking out and then hearing music. The music sounded like something you would hear in the early 1900's. A woman kept saying to me it is going to be alright, and I needed to go with her. I kept saying I wasn't ready but she was insisting I come with her. I told her again, I wasn't ready I had [stuff] to do here, and she gave up. She said she would come get me again later, and that I was always welcome. Next minute, felt like I was punched in the chest and I woke up. 7 doctors around me and a very sore chest. Chilled in the hospital for a few days and now I'm healthy as a horse. I've only ever told a couple of people, as I hate feeling pretentious for telling people I died in the first place.
4/20 Heroin overdose. Twice it happened. Literally pulled the needle out, and I awoke in an ambulance with EMT's leaning over me saying welcome back. There was no tunnel, no white light or anything. Just blinked and I was in an ambulance. It took some struggling but I'm several months clean now.
5/20 I went into septic shock and organ failure last year. I only remember being wheeled into the ER and then waking up the next day. It was like going to sleep but it feels like you've been fighting sleep for weeks (I found dying exausting weirdly enough). I had no feelings of euphoria, just blackness. I could feel myself dying. I always tell people that my vision was like one of the old fashioned tvs with tubes, so that when you turn it off it just kind of shrinks until the image disappears. I also remember breathing being something that I had to make myself do, no more autopilot until I couldn't anymore. I was also profoundly sad in that moment because I felt that I would be missing so much, also that I would never see my fiance's face ever again.
6/20 I had pneumonia really badly Christmas day in 1984, went to the hospital. I remember struggling very hard to breathe then suddenly I felt like it was effortless and felt a floating feeling. I felt like I was rising up to this point that opened up in the room and in this rift I could see three angels, just cause idk what else to call them, one was large and two were small. Even tho the small ones didn't seem like kids either. They were welcoming and soothing, more like giving off those vibes than doing or saying anything. I got scared and quickly snapped my head around and I could see the room from above and see my mom running to get help. I said nooooooooo and snapped back into my body. I regretted it almost right away as breathing was so painful. Then there was about two days I remember nothing, they put tubes down my throat and kept me knocked put basically. I went home two weeks after. I tried to tell some ppl what I experienced and they only made fun of me, so I don't tell anyone anymore.
7/20 It happened during my first c-section. I was lying there talking with my husband, waiting to hear our baby girl's first cry, when I started to feel strange. I felt warm and my vision started to get fuzzy around the edges. I blinked my eyes a few times to see if that would clear my vision, but it did not.
All of a sudden it was like someone turned the volume up and I could hear my heart monitor perfectly clear. As I'm laying there I notice that the space between my heart beats are becoming more and more spaced out. Then I hear my husband asking me if I'm ok. He just kept saying "Baby are you ok?" over and over. I could not answer him though. I felt paralyzed. A few minutes before I had only been numb from the chest down. So I'm just looking up at the ceiling and notice that black started creeping in on my vision. I got this overwhelming feeling, and knew this was it. I was never going to get to hear my baby girl's first cry, never hold her, are watch her grow up. I would never get to see my husband again. Then I felt tears rolling down the side of my face. By this time my vision was almost completely gone. My husband leaned over and wiped my tears, kissed my forehead, then squeezed my hand. I still felt paralyzed, but somehow managed to squeeze his hand back. After that I slowly faded out to blackness.
Now up to this point it felt as if time had slowed considerably. Then it sped up. It felt like I was only out for a second before I snapped awake. You know like when you fall asleep on accident and then jerk awake? That is exactly what it felt like. I could see normally and the noise around me was back to a normal level. I could also feel the parts of my body that were not numbed due to the spinal block.
After that everything went fine. My baby girl was born, and I had to stay in recovery for three hours to monitor my blood pressure. My doctor said that I had a bad reaction to the combination of drugs that were put into my spinal block, and I was on my way to a flat line. My husband later told me that after I squeezed his hand, a nurse took him out to the hallway, and he was out there for almost ten minutes before they let him come back in. He said I was just starting to wake up when he came back in. For me it seemed like just a few seconds between being out and being awake.
I have had four other surgeries and, have had issue with my blood pressure every time. Never as bad as the first time though. The doctors and nurses were more prepared given my history.
8/20 I remember absolutely nothing.
Hit by a car. Have weird memories of ambulance ride where people who could not have possibly been there were there. Don't remember the accident but I've been told the story so many times I have the constructed memory of events.
Seriously do not remember anything from when I was clinically dead (no idea for how long) to waking up several days later.
9/20 A few years ago, I was hit by a truck. My nose was broken, among other things, and my head hit the pavement so hard that I received mild head trauma. I began to seize in the middle of the street where I was laying. Because of some complicated medical [stuff] involving the bizarre angle of my head during aforementioned seizure and the blood coming from my nose going down my throw instead of out of my nostrils, I suffocated.
I was not conscience, but I was aware, and that's the best way I can describe it. I did not see myself from outside of my body. I did not see a light. I felt my brain feel like it was shrinking and I felt my eyes refuse to open. I could taste the blood but couldn't spit it out. My brain felt like Pinhead's face and I was so aware that I was unable to control my body. I then had the thought that this was it. I knew that my last words were "whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there", because I was singing Drive with my friend, which was going to be the last song I had ever listened to. Everyone says that your life flashes before your eyes. I was only 14, and the only thing that flashed before my eyes was all the things i never got to do. It was terror and confusion and I was so painfully aware of it. Suddenly,the pains and the fear stopped. It felt like I had fallen asleep, but better. I felt relief. It felt like at every point in my body, there was a thread connecting it to a spiritual version of myself; I felt so many of those threads break. I felt my brain let go, lay down its burden, and feel okay.
Suddenly, I was awake. Waking up was honestly the worst part. Everything hurt, everything was loud, I wanted that medic to just let me go back. Dying was the most serene, peaceful, refreshing feeling.
10/20 Lost most of my blood then heart stopped 3 times on operating table. Once for over 45 sec. While I was loosing my blood I'd lose consciousness then wake up again. Last time I drifted off it felt as though I was getting farther and farther from the scene. Sounds around me and of my own voice were getting fainter, room getting darker, images in front of my eyes getting smaller until it went all black.
When I woke up after my operation I knew where I was, knew the name of one my nurses and reminded her that my surgeon wanted to be notified when I woke up. I later told my surgeon about pieces of conversation he remembered having with other operating room staff while operating on me. I was under anesthesia the entire time of my operation. Weeks later I started having flashes of the operating room and seeing myself on the table with the staff working on me. Never checked to see if it was just my imagination or real images that were coming back to me. After the surgery I refocused my life on what was really important to me. I enjoy every bit of my life now. Carpe Diem describes it best.
11/20 First year living in Japan, I was out drinking with my college aged students. And drinking a lot. I've never liked fish, due to growing up with southern parents who would fry it, and the smell alone made my friends and I leave the house for hours. But I was in Japan! When in Rome, y'know!? Sashimi didn't smell so bad. So I drunkenly started popping them in my mouth like I was eating popcorn. Hated... The taste! But I'm drunk! And in Japan! "Do you like it?! " I was asked, "Yes! " I lied in return. More was ordered. Sashimi. Beer. Whiskey. Sours.
I got really hot, and kept unbuttoning my shirt. Until I hit the point I realized I had thrown it off and was just in a white T-shirt. But why was my neck so tight? Panic hits me, and I just lie with my head back trying to focus on something besides my predicament. No go. The lights I'm looking at suck into my eyes and my memory from here on is gone...
Wake up in a hospital. Throat is in intense pain. I'm drunk. Surrounded by Japanese doctor staff, and only one female student stayed with me. She comes and says to me in English, tears in her eyes, hugging me, "You died sensei! You actually died!! " Apparently my throat swelled up, I stopped breathing and at some point I was dead for what I heard was only 18 seconds or so.
The doctor eventually musters up strength to eek out, "You. Uhhhh. Fish. Uhhhhh... Allergy. " Now I know I'm allergic to fish. Still in Japan!
12/20 I remember almost nothing. I'm extremely allergic to peaches and I was at my friend's picnic and they forgot to tell me that they had peaches in their summer salad. (To be fair, i should have asked so that's on me.)
I remember my tongue swelling up and feeling like I was choking. My eyes watered up and a girl who was in nursing school realized what was happening and called 911. Apparently my heart stopped for all of a minute and a couple seconds thanks to anaphylactic shock.
But honestly I don't remember much other than waking up in the hospital with a lot of flowers. It makes for a good story though!
13/20 While I was deployed I took a IED while on a foot patrol. I was not knocked out after the explosion, I was quickly bleeding out and fading in and out. When I got to the point of being on the verge of death, everything started to slow down, my buddies screams turned into whispers, and this very relaxing feeling came over me.
It's a relaxed warmth I can not really describe. I found myself perfectly comfortable with the idea of passing away, I wasn't thinking of family or anything else other then the feeling. Then everything went black, woke up in a field hospital. They told me I had died twice but they were able to keep me alive.
14/20 I've had arrhythmia since forever. It makes my heart go all wonky at times and I have to stop what I'm doing and wait for it to settle. My heart has stopped a couple of times in the last few years and the best way I can describe it is as if you are weighted and slowly sinking into deep water. Everything gets cloudy and quiet, but it comes with an odd sense of... calm. I never felt panic when my heart stopped. It was more like "hmm my body is shutting down, interesting."
15/20 Once my heart stopped pumping (I had an undiagnosed arrhythmia at the time). I slowly died while my heart stopped pumping.
It hurt. It hurt in a silent, whole, complete way I cannot describe. Everything went dark, I lost my hearing, then black.
And then, my heart started again, and I opened my eyes alive. That is it.
16/20 When I was around 12 I got really, really sick. I don't remember what exactly I had, I'd have to ask my mother and we don't really talk very often. Whatever it was, my body felt super cold, like I was in a freezer or something, and I was shaking so violently that I remember a nurse offhand mention that I might need to be restrained.
I won't get into the gritty details, but in that moment I'm not sure if I actually 'legally died', but breathing got so hard that I lost consciousness and suddenly I felt really warm. Then I realized I was floating above my body, and I could see everything that was happening around me. I saw my parents, the doctors, and I could move around freely, even moving through walls. The craziest thing about it was that I flew down the hall towards the cafeteria where my older brother was, because I wanted to see him one last time.
Around this time, I felt like I was being pulled upward, like a magnet was drawing my upwards. Everything around me started to fade to black as I rose up toward the classic 'light at the end of the tunnel'. When I was a kid I was always afraid of dying. Sometimes even thinking about the idea of dying would make me start crying. Yet, in this moment I wasn't afraid anymore, and I accepted what was going to happen. When I got closer to the light something came up in front of me. I can't describe what it was like, almost like a cloaked figure, although the material of the cloak was translucent and shiny, and there was nothing underneath it. It spoke to me and told me that there was a mistake and that it wasn't my time yet. I then felt a falling sensation, you know like when you're having a dream where you're falling and then your body moves and reacts as if you were actually falling. That happened to me and I 'woke up'. The craziest thing about it is that like many others who have experienced this phenomenon almost immediately my condition started to improve and I was able to go home later that night.
17/20 Intentional heroin overdose. It didn't feel like anything at all. One minute I was there, then I don't remember anything. I do have some recollection of feeling peaceful and calm, but I was, y'know, shooting up heroin. It's the coming back that was excruciating. I was told I was not breathing and had no heartbeat when the EMTs got there. They did stuff, I'm assuming narcan, maybe some compressions. I came to on the kitchen floor right under the light.
Intense eye pain, everything was so bright. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move. Every muscle in my body was screaming and it felt like I had battery acid in my veins. And everything was so loud, it felt like everyone was screaming. I remember being sad that I was back, I think I cried. But then pain took over and I don't remember much until the hospital. I try not to think about it too much. Would not recommend.
18/20 I OD'd on cocaine and my friend had to do CPR to me. She said I started to turn blue and she got really scared. I'm not sure if I were legally dead, but I would assume I was. My nail beds took a couple of weeks to turn the regular color again.
For me it was just like a light switch turning off. No lights or dead relatives inviting me into the afterlife. There was nothing. It was the blackest black I had ever seen. When I woke up it was like a dream. A very scary one.
19/20 I was buried alive in Mexico when I was seven years old. We were digging tunnels in a sand wall on the beach. It rained the night before so the sand was a little wet. It all collapsed. Most kids were buried up to there knees, necks, ankles. My step brothers thought that my twin sister was lying when she said I came with them that day. They couldn't remember and kept telling her I stayed at home. Before we left the house that day, my sister told me randomly to yell her name (Ashley) if anything happened and she would hear me.
So I remember the tunnel I was working on collapsing, hyperventilating while simultaneously yelling for Ashley, passing out, SEEING THE WHITE LIGHT, more darkness, and waking up over my dad's shoulder. My sister says she heard me screaming. She ran home and got my dad. My dad got all the neighbors. They were all digging with shovels. My dad made them use their hands after a while so they wouldn't hurt me. They found me literally 6 feet under. I was coughing at the time of the collapse so I had no sand in my lungs because I was covering my mouth. They found my hand sticking up above my body first because I was throwing sand out of my tunnel. My twin sister saw me and I was blue. My step mom attempted CPR. The ambulance came and couldn't find a pulse. They used the defibrillator and brought me back to life.
20/20 Almost ten years ago, I was in a really rough place, I was extremely depressed, dealing with thoughts of suicide. I was heavily medicated (on four different types of anti depressants and "mood stabilizers" as the doctors called them). This was also during a time were you could fill a three month prescription it was just a few days after I got a refill. I cannot remember what caused me to say it, but I said [screw] it and I swallowed EVERY last pill those bottles contained, and I waited thinking that it would be you know really quick.
After about 15 minutes and just feeling really stoned, that survival instinct kicked in, and I called up my friend asking him to take me to the hospital and told him what I did. I did not want to call an ambulance cause I had my sister home and I didn't want her to know what I did. So I get to the hospital and they instantly take me in, made me drink charcoal I believe? It was this black disgusting drink and the last thing I saw was some of my closest friends at the door in tears and then I blacked out.
I went into a coma, and during that I ended up vomiting and I couldn't expel it all, so a large majority of it got into my lungs which stopped me from breathing and then stopped my heart for five minutes. Somehow the doctors managed to get my heart beating again but I remained on life support for another two days afterwards while still in a coma, and during that time I couldn't move,speak or even open my eyes. I was completely trapped in darkness, and felt like I was choking (after I woke up I found out the reason I felt like I was choking was because I was still on life support when my lungs were finally able to start breathing on their own).
When you go on a job interview, the last thing you probably never think about is asking a question.
But we should also be prepared and ready to ask the right questions to have a leg up on the competition.
"What is THE best question to ask on a job interview?"
A company's history or information about a past employee were suggested subjects appropriate for questioning.
"When you were interviewing here, what would you have liked to know before you joined?"
"This worked for me. I asked my interviewer a question about how she had personally dealt with a company policy she had just explained. She bragged about her stellar adherence to the policy. I nodded my approval. I got the job."
A Previous Employee
"One that has always gone over well for me:"
"What were some qualities that the previous employee in this role brought to the job that you would like to see carried forward?"
"Another good thing to do is research the company you are interviewing with and you can ask things about what they may be involved in or you could drop that while reading about the company, you wondered this."
Hypothetical questions were suggested as helpful examples of inquiry.
Indicators Of How Companies Treat Employees
"A question that landed me a job once was: 'If I asked your direct reports about your management style, what do you think they'd tell me?' Stumped a hiring manager and he emailed me personally to tell me about it, no one ever asked him that question but got the job.
"In my current interviews I'm asking 'what did your company do for its employees during [the virus] to improve their day to day, work life balance, etc.' and I ask 'Is there anything your company adopted during [the virus] that they plan to keep post [the virus]?"
"These questions give a lot of insight into whether a company treated their employees well."
Past Performance & Adjustments
"If we were currently sitting in my 1 year review, what would I have done in this year for you to say I excelled in my role?"
"If I could snap my finger right now and change anything about your job or the company, what would it be and why?"
The following questions about a prospective company may not be answered from initial digging on their website.
Measure Of Success & Career Trajectories
"How is success measured in this role?"
"What are some possible career trajectories within the company that could stem from this position?"
Being A Solution
"Ask them what is the biggest problem you can solve for them in your first six months with the company. Similar to 'don't think of a purple hippo,' this forces them to imagine you succeeding in the position."
"What do you like best about working here?"
Simply The Best
"Who is your best employee and why is he/she the best?"
"You will then face 2 situations mostly:"
"panicking CEO who can't answer you 'Bob who works 17 hours a day for a slice of bread' so the fear in their faces must be a big nono for you"
"entusiast CEO who actually follow their business and can tell you who is an added value for the company and why."
My experiences with job interviews are different than others seeking work in office environments.
Having had a years-long career as a dancer, my "interview" was the dance audition, where hopefuls dance in small groups of people at a time after learning a routine and then awaiting their fate after the panel evaluates their performances.
The question I may or may not have asked in such a scenario earlier in my career was: "Did I make the cut?"
I did not make the cut. And I learned never to ask that again.
I have a few wealthy friends and I've seen a thing or two that has made my eyes pop out of my head. Let's just say that the priorities of a wealthy person and a dude who has never broken six figures are entirely different. But that doesn't compare to working for the fabulously rich. A friend of mine was a nanny for a super rich family for several years and described the lavish trips she took with them (and how picky and out of touch they were, too).
People told us their own stories after Redditor NeighborhoodTrolley asked the online community,
"People who cater to the super rich: What things have you seen?"
"It is so wide..."
"My dad's client bought a whole block of houses to build theirs. It is so wide that they installed a moving walkway like the ones at airports."
"A friend did some work..."
"A friend did some work on Sylvester Stallone's home. Apparently, there's a ton of statues and art of himself, some of which are naked and very well endowed."
Guess what, guys? It's not a joke! Those statues are weird.
Here you go: You're welcome.
"A friend from high school..."
"A friend from high school worked a few years as a deckhand on yachts in the Mediterranean and he said he once jumped in to get a customer's bag and got tipped €4000.
"Was a boyfriend of a girl from an obscenely rich family. The sister used to have the nanny (who was sleeping with the husband, but that's another story) fly to Paris in their G550 to buy the newest Hermès bag so she could show it off a few days before it went on sale in the U.S."
I did know a rich girl who would do something similar: She would fly to Paris for Fashion Week to get cute new outfits before they ever ended up in the United States.
"I used to work for a company that modified aircraft for really rich people. I'm talking 747s, not Gulfstreams.
This company had made several aircraft for this one customer, who I was told had purchased a new one solely because his spiritual advisor had told him that one of his current planes was bad luck. He still let his wife use it for her personal travel.
To me, one of the most exquisite features of these planes wasn't the gold-plated everything, or rare wood veneers, it was the silk carpet. That stuff costs over $1,000 per square foot and feels like walking on a bed of angel feathers harvested in the most inhumane way possible. Granted, these guys don't deck out the whole plane, just their personal areas (the aft third is usually reserved for staff and such and is more like a fancy economy class), but yeah… silk carpet."
"A woman who owned..."
"A woman who owned a small private jet business told me one time someone paid them to fly their dog (by itself) to NY for about $45,000 for some training. No other passengers."
The service that dog received must have been stupendous... but that's also so wasteful, I just can't get over it!
"I became personal friends..."
"I became personal friends with my boss and his wife; super nice people. The wife turned out to be an heiress and would buy me whatever I mentioned, like in passing during a conversation. I learned gifts were how she was raised to show love.
I've trained myself to only talk about things I already own unless I find something useful she might like and suggest it for her."
"Have the money to support their eccentricity.
One guy I cook for wanted his house built so that his bedroom was right above the cow barn, with a retractable spot in the floor so he could fall asleep listening to (and smelling, I presume) the cows."
Smelling the cows?
Are we certain he ever smelled a cow? Because I've been on a farm and I have and it's a terrible smell.
Would not recommend.
"I am an art student..."
"I am an art student working as a gardener. We work in one of the wealthiest areas in my country. Some customers are really eager to show me their collection of artworks that they have hanging on their walls once they find out that I study it.
I remember one time standing in a bathroom, with my dirty gardening clothes and there was a Picasso above the toilet."
"Once saw him..."
"I used to 'work' for an Arab billionaire's son, a Daddy's money guy, terrible garbage human being.
Once saw him spend $16 000 on a wallet, was a fancy one with little gold spikes on it and stuff. He had shoes with gold on them.
I remember one year for his birthday he received like 30+ cakes, big fancy cakes and he told us to leave them on the floor in the hallway outside his room.
We walked by those cakes every day for two weeks waiting for instruction, after the two weeks we were told to throw them away."
Anyway... might as well ask: Any of you rich people out there looking for a poor friend?
Need a houseboy?
Or just someone whose bills you can pay?
I'm totes available.
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Oh the matters of the heart are just never going to be easy. Love seems to be a never ending mess. I've dated a lot and can attest that the percentage of bad to good is 70/30. And that may be generous math.
I've heard about people fighting on dates, setting fire to the restaurant, discovering hidden identities and dramas I thought only ever occurred on daytime television.
I use to believe the biggest fear about dating was that the other person may turn out to be a serial killer, but they at least tend to show you a respectable time before they strike.
Oof. Let's see who has been left scarred by the hunt.
Redditor u/givemeyourfreefood wanted everyone to share the stories that almost made them re-think searching for love, by asking:
What's the worst date you ever had?
I remember the worst date I ever had. My biggest regret is that I stayed for the entire thing. I should've left as soon as I realized this was not going well, which was basically at hello. But he was paying so I drank, a lot. I'll keep names and dates to myself to protect the innocent.
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"Went to brewery, date said I had hairy arms and that meant I was horny, said "you look really awful in this light" and then tried to dig out of that hole by saying in his native language that was a term of endearment long term couples said to each other. 0/10 did not date again."
"My wife wanted to plan our 13th wedding anniversary. I was excited because usually, I plan it. She bought us some new disc golf discs and after a quick supper, we went to play. We hadn't played in forever. We were laughing and I had a great time. She served me with divorce papers and told me that the date was a test to see if she still had feelings for me. I also learned that she was having an affair that started well before our anniversary."
Two Hours from Home
"Not necessarily a date but a person I was dating invited me to his parent's house for the afternoon. He wanted to introduce me to them and show me the house he grew up in. I thought it was super sweet and had no problems going. He was also in the middle of moving and needed to pick up a few things, so it really didn't seem that unusual."
"Yeah, we got there and it was awful. His entire family was there. They traveled from hours away too. This was not just meeting the parents, it was meeting the ENTIRE family. Even worse? At some point, this idiot told his parents that he had proposed. We had been dating TWO months. I spent the entire afternoon dumbfounded and just playing along."
"We were two hours from home and I had no cell service, no way to leave at all. We ended up spending the afternoon brainstorming wedding ideas and planning an Alaskan honeymoon that his parents planned to gift us. His brother even called to say congratulations! We drove back to his apartment in silence. When we got there, I got in my car and left, didn't even bother grabbing my stuff. Weirdest experience ever. I have no idea how he broke it to his parents that we weren't getting married."
You're Cut Off!
"Got set up on a blind date once between mutual friends. She shows up to the restaurant already a little tipsy, orders multiple appetizers and only takes like one or two bites from each one. Then she proceeds to order 3 or 4 more drinks and is visibly drunk at this point. She gets up and says she's going to the bathroom and staggers off. About 15-20 minutes go by so I try to call her several times but no answer."
"Finally I decide to pay the check and just leave. About 2 hours later I'm sitting at home and I get a call from an unknown number. It's the police department. She was picked up on a DUI on her way home after she ditched me and gave the cops my number to see if I could go bail her out!"
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"Well, I gave this answer on a different topic, but it ties in with this. We were out on a date, we had been seeing each other for a while, close to a year maybe. She gets a phone call. Suddenly she looks destroyed. Her fiancé had just died in a motorcycle accident."
What in the world? I mean how can we ever expect to pair off with the dating pool being inundated with liars and nut jobs? I'm going to delete my apps.
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"Had a girl openly flirt with the bartender in front of me. She says she wasn't. But handing him her own phone and asking for his contact info in front of her date seems like it to me."
"Came out from a movie, late at night, and date's Camaro was stolen. Apparently, he called his WIFE (that I did not know he had) and let her know where he was and what happened. She showed up and realized he was on a date! She started chasing ME around the parking lot telling me she was going to kill me. Saved by the cops who showed up just in time to take the auto theft report."
"Met a girl at a country bar one night in my 20s. We were both pretty drunk but hit it off pretty good. Ended up getting her number and we agreed we'd go on a real date. Fast forward to the date, she gets in my vehicle and... she looks almost identical to my mom. I was mortified. I was polite and we went for lunch where I found out she also had a boyfriend she "wasn't sure if she was into". Never talked to her again."
"When I was in college many years ago, before the advancement of cell phones and social media, I was chatting with a girl I met on a BBS who lived on Long Island, NY. I was 18 at the time, but lied and said I was 22 because she said she was 25. We spent a few weeks emailing each other, as well as calling each other."
"We even exchanged pics. When we finally met up, things blew up. Turns out we both lied about our ages: She was really 33, and lied because she thought she looked younger. She admitted she sent a college photo to me. We still had dinner together, but it was awkward as hell. We never spoke again."
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"It was a double date. She was more interested talking to the other girl throughout the whole thing. Found out later from the other guy that his girl cheated on him with my date."
Ummm... I think I'm just going to stay single. That is a handful of crazy. Why can't people just be honest? I swear the search for love warps people's brains. Be careful out there people.
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As much as we'd like to assume spirits, ghosts, and paranormal happenings are relegated to movies and books, plenty of real-life stories abound.
Inexplicable sightings, things heard, and cold pockets of air are encountered by plenty of people all the time.
It's up to you if you want to believe them. But it's hard to argue with the conviction of the contributors to a recent Reddit thread.
Redditor ihadanightmarewithu asked:
"What is the scariest / paranormal story you have ever experienced?"
Many people talked about the things that caught their eye once upon a time.
Two Places At Once
"I was staying with a group of friends rock climbing in Spain. Really creepy air bnb, lots of strange things happened while we were staying there. The creepiest was one morning we were getting ready for the day, packing food and generally getting our things together, and I went upstairs to grab something."
"As I was heading back downstairs I walked past my friend's boyfriend on the landing and saw him turn and go into his and my friend's room; I think I asked him something but he didn't reply. I thought 'rude' and headed downstairs."
"Walked into the kitchen and he was there sorting food out with my friend."
"Everyone swore he'd been downstairs the whole time, plus there was only one staircase and it would have been impossible for him to overtake me and get to the kitchen before me without me noticing. I went back upstairs and checked their room and there was no one up there but me."
"I've never experienced anything creepy or inexplicable before we stayed in that air bnb and I'd say I'm v. sceptical about supernatural/paranormal stuff but multiple things happened on that trip that spooked me."
"A floating head."
"I was putting beef in the slow cooker because I wanted it done for morning, it was late at night. I reached up to grab some seasonings, and heard creaking. I told my kids to get in bed."
"I see something out of my peripheral vision and there was no body but a head of a bald, pale man floating 3 1/2 maybe 4 feet off the ground in the middle of the floor. It's face kept looking as if it was sad, or like it was begging. It locked eyes with me....I froze."
"I had a darker wall, with a coat rack with my husbands work jackets so it stood out like a store thumb. I looked away thinking it was my imagination but when I looked back it was still there so I ran out the back door because I'd have to pass it to get upstairs with my husband and kids."
"I ended up calling him on my phone to come walk me in. I was wide awake, not sleepy, not out of it, on no medication. I have no reason to see that ever."
Presences, Seen and Felt
"When I was a kid my mom took my sister and I on vacation. I only remember this happening one night while we were there but the hotel we stayed at was pretty much all flats with one bedroom. I slept in the bed with my mom and my sister was on the pull out sofa. I can't remember if I was trying to go to sleep or woke up in the night to this but I just know everyone else was asleep."
"It was really dark with just a little light from the street outside coming in on the sides of the curtains. On each side of the bed stood a black silhouette and it felt like they were all staring right at me acknowledging their presence. I didn't feel threatened or afraid of them at all and turned on the bedside light and not surprisingly nobody was there."
"I turned the light back off and there they were still in the same positions. I just looked at them for a while but must have eventually fell asleep. The only other detail of that experience I remember is waking up the next day and mentioning it at breakfast and my sister saying she felt like she was being watched the whole night. I have no explanation for it but it's a memory that has stuck with me over many years now."
"One time I was going home in my car and saw a guy that appeared to have no arms no hair and a longa** neck in a JUST a hoodie no pants no underwear trying to climb a tree in the woods with their legs and idk know if that's paranormal but it was such a fu**ing weird experience that I think it qualifies"
For others, it was all about the things they heard.
"This is something I've never been able to rationalize."
"For months after my dad died, we were getting landline calls where no one would answer on the other end. This was in 2002, so, while robo callers were a thing, it definitely wasn't as prevalent as it is today, but we did assume they were probably wrong numbers or something. (We didn't have any phones that displayed caller id at the time.)"
"Well, one time, after getting yet another call with only silence on the other end, I jokingly said, 'Dad, if that's you, call my cell phone.' "
"I want to preface this by saying I rarely ever got calls on my cell phone, and never spam calls in those days. I was 18 with an unlisted number that only my family and a few friends had."
"Just a few minutes later, my phone rang with a number I'd never seen before. With what I'd just said fresh in my mind, I kind of freaked out and didn't answer. I was on my way out to go somewhere with my mom, so when we got in the car, I told her what happened. We made the decision to call the number back."
"It never rang, but there was activity at the other end: muffled static and the sound of numbers being dialed slowly. It was the weirdest thing. Both my mom and I said hello, but no one ever answered."
"Has anyone ever had something like that happen to them when dialing a number? I've never had it happen before or since."
And the Crying Stopped
"About 10 years ago (I'd have been 24) I was still living with my parents. My bedroom was in the basement. One night, around 3am I was woken up to the sounds of a young child crying. It sounded like it was coming from just outside my window. I couldn't just look out the window because it was covered in ivy, so I quickly hopped out of bed to go help the kid."
"As I got closer to my bedroom door I could hear the crying was actually on the other side of the door. I opened the door. No one is there and the crying stopped. Spooked, I immediately jumped back in bed and the crying started again."
"Later that day at dinner, my family was sitting around the table and I brought up my experience I had. One of my sisters told a story about how when she was a kid she'd always leave her room at night to go sleep with my parents because she'd see a little girl walking out of her closet."
"As she left her room and got to my parents' door waiting to be let in because the door was locked she'd see the little girl walking up the stairs that were right there. After her telling this story my youngest sister looked scared and asked, 'the little girl, is she wearing a pink nightgown with shoulder-length brunette hair?' "
"Now my other sister was scared because that is exactly who she saw. My youngest sister told how she had similar experiences with that little girl coming out of the closet at night or walking up the stairs at night."
"I'm convinced that something happened either in that house before we moved in or on that land that my parents' house was built on."
Crying From Afar
"Not my story but my moms, apparently when I was just a baby I was always a calm sleeper and once when my mom was having a friend over downstairs they could hear a baby crying so they naturally went to check on me and I was still calmly asleep..."
"...but every time they went back downstairs they could hear some more crying, but apparently the crying was somehow off in a different way as well, one day when mom and dad were downstairs watching tv while I was sleeping upstairs, they heard crying and finally pinpointed the thing that was off..."
"...apparently it came from the opposite side of the house compared to my room and that room had the latch to the attic. Creepy stuff, but I'm not that surprised. This place is totally haunted in my book, I once heard my mom call me downstairs while I was home alone."
Finally, some people interacted directly with the spirits.
Advice From Beyond
"So once while I was home alone, my neighbor knocked on my door. This was when we still lived in Oklahoma, and I was homeschooled. He was bit younger then me but we still played Halo together. I was thirteen at the time."
"I let him in and we had a conversation about what I thought the afterlife would be like, and this was really odd for him. We talked for a few minutes before he decided to leave. When my parents got home they told me he had a heart attack at school and died."
One Time Only
"I once felt a hand on my face when I was sleeping. I had the covers covering my entire face and felt something push down lightly and then a bit harder."
"I was absolutely terrified and when I finally mustered up the courage to look, nothing was there. It never happened again but there have been a few times where something similar has happened."
A Very Helpful Ghost
"I was staying in the Banff Springs Hotel in 95 for a snowboard trip and I was leaving the room and forgot my jacket."
"When I remembered right at the door, I turned around to grab it from the bed where I left it and it was being held 2' above the bed like it was being being pinched by fingers."
"The moment I turned around it dropped to the bed."
"That blew my mind!"
"My GF's sister at the time was working concierge and she said there was a bell hop ghost and gave the paper story...lol It wasn't threating at all, but was crazy to see!"
Here's hoping you manage to sleep well despite all these spooky stories!
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