- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The creepiest instance I have ever had is when I see what happens to me later on in life in my dreams. (I know right now none of you are going to believe me on this, but if you trust me, THIS IS ENTIRELY TRUE)The only problem is, it's not what happens the next day or week later, but months and potentially YEARS in advance. I had a dream when I was ten where I was standing in a kitchen I didn't recognize, arguing with my dad about a French 2 project, and ended up storming out of the house. That happened a month ago. I'm 15.
The scariest instance i've had is when I was in this church with my best friend. We we're talking about random stuff, and I ask him how he and his girlfriend are doing. He turns to me, and starts speaking this weird language that i'm not going to BEGIN to understand. No faces, no fangs, no demons, he just starts speaking this random language. At first I thought he was messing with me, but when he kept doing it for 20 minutes on end, I somehow felt insane. I heard a door close (there are two entrances to the room we were in.) and this door was behind me. I turn to it, and saw a tall, looming figure, easily 6'7", completely black (and this was in a WELL LIT room) at this point I completely freak. I grabbed my friend by the arm, pulled him to his feet, and forced him out of the room as fast as possible. We ducked into another room, where I told him to STAY, and I left to go get his mom.
While i'm searching for his mom, I come to a realization: every room i've searched in the church has been COMPLETELY EMPTY. I start freaking out, yelling his moms name louder and louder, until i'm practically shrieking it, begging for a response.
Then the intercom in the church clicked to life. The black figure walked THROUGH A WALL RIGHT BESIDE ME, and a voice in the intercom said "They can't hear you. No one can." I yelled "F---- YOU!!!!" and did something I would never do to a normal human being: I whipped out my green gas BB pistol and emptied a clip into the damned thing. I turned and bolted out the front door.
As i'm standing in the parking lot, I began to hear sirens. I said "Yes, finally, some help."
And then I turned back to the church. The parking lot was full, I could see people through the glass doors of the church, and there are even children playing on the neighboring playground. I quickly stowed my pistol, and calmly walked back inside. People turned as they noticed I was sweating and just slightly bug eyed. I walked back into the room my friend and I had been in, and found him talking to the youth minister. I said "Dude, thank God, you're okay!" He looks at me like i'm crazy and says "Why? What's wrong."
I honestly thought I went completely insane when this happened. I asked people later. No one had seen me exit the building, no one heard my obscenities, no one had heard my pistol fire, and no one had activated the intercom for the past 2 hours. When I got back to my friends house and told him this, he thought I was joking.
Then I showed him my pistol clip, which he knows I usually keep full, but not loaded. The clip was empty. The barrel was clear. The pistol wasn't loaded. And there was no gas in it.
That was the worst day of my life.
Editted for spelling.
[Edited on 01.30.2008 2:22 PM PST]