Ok I wasn't the one driving it was a friend/roommate. We had just gotten home from a restaurant. About a couple miles away from the restaurant is a road and there's nothing but trees. So we are driving and he stops the car. I asked him why he stopped and he said "that dude is crossing the street up ahead. I don't road while he is looking at me. There is nobody there. So we start going - again and I hear a loud thump so I look out the back window and there's a dark figure about 4 yards behind us. The figure was maybe 7 ft tall and all black except for a white streak going across the figure's chest. I ask if that's the person he saw. He said yes. So w just kept going not even caring anymore. A few minutes goes by and we are in the city now. We are at a red light and the figure is sitting on the sidewalk with a teddy bear in its hand. When we started going again it just looked at us. When we got back to our apartment we both go to bed. An hour or two goes by and I wake up td the sound of my roommate screaming. He told me that the dark figure was staring at him through the the building window. We live on the 4th story of the building.

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Krishnam Vande Jagad Gurum

When I was in High School we had a kid pass a note to another kid all subtle like. They both sat behind me in the same row. The kid did not even read it, he put it in his pocket but the teacher saw. She made him stand up and told him to pull out the note. He refused. She legit reached into his pocket and said something like "Lets see what you are hiding from class." She saw the contents and went white. The note said something along the lines of "Package left in 2nd trash can of the 3rd empty room" or something like that. The police found a small amount of Heroin and a 22 pistol with no ammo in the said trash can underneath some balled up papers. This turned into a mess where the kids both claimed neither one wrote the note and were not the intended recipient. The event never got punished because they could never prove anything other than the teacher saw 2 kids pass a note. About 4 years after graduation I saw on myspace, yup that long ago, that one of them died to an OD and the other was arrested for his murder. They never got him for the murder, but did got him on a drug charge.

Me and my girlfriend at the time were traveling from New Zealand to my family back home in Sweden. We both decided to spend a bit more money to fly back to NZ through Paris instead of Amsterdam, just because we wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. It cost us maybe an extra $50 and we got to see it on the landing and then take off, but never actually set foot in Paris proper because we were poor students. When we landed in Auckland, New Zealand, we turn on our phones and notice that we have about 50 missed calls from our travel agent, which was odd. When we call her, she sounds super relieved and out of breath. She tells us the flight she originally suggested to us, the one from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur, was shot down over Ukraine. My brain couldn't process that information at the time, but once I woke up the next day it hit me like a ton of bricks. $50 made the difference between seeing the big steel thingy that has so many photos of it and bring sent to Sweden in body bags piece by piece. Sometimes the absurdity of my existence comes over me, and this story always gives me goosebumps.

Went to a friend from colleges funeral about a month ago. He passed young, early 30s and had a wife and three small kids with the youngest two being twins born early this year. I get to the funeral and was surprised how well her wife seemed to be holding it together. Apparently the reason she wasn't very upset was because, the friend had been leading a double life for the past 13 years! He had always claimed his dad had owned a trucking company and then sold it leaving him really well off. He also had claimed his mom passed while we were in school, that he was an only child. Turns out none of it was. His mom and sister attended the funeral, the mom all of us, including his wife, thought had died when we were in college and the sister none of us knew existed. The trust fund he told that he set up for the girls doesn't exist. He had maxed out multiple credit cards she didn't know existed, and on top of all of this, he was cheating with multiple other women. I am still sad my friend passed but I we realized we never met the real him. We are doing what we can to help his family.

This one time, when I was about 15-16, I was about to walk inside my building, had just placed the keys in the lock, I see two girls walking by behind me. I can actually hear one of them say, as she points at me: "Let's talk to this guy" But then her friend goes: "No, not him, he's ugly. Let's go." The girl that actually wanted to talk to me was cute and everything, man. So, not only did her friend cockblock me but she also called me ugly. And that hurt. I walk upstairs, walk into my place and then walk over to the balcony to see if I can spot the girls. They're right across the street talking to each other. I shout and and ask would you like to come over? They said yes, and I said not you, only you. She came. And I saw that 'WTF' look on her friends face which made me laugh.

On the first day of the 6th grade, the most important decision a newly graduated 5th grader has to make during the summertime is what he will wear the very first day of 6th grade. After much consideration, I decided on a blue Florida Gators t-shirt, with matching blue Florida Gators shorts (tucked in, mind you), the ones with the Gator sewn on the left leg trim? [ thought I was the man. First day, an older girl sat next to me on the bus and we had a small talk: Me: Yeah, I'm excited for the first day. Her: What's up with your shorts? Me: What do you mean? We got them on vacation, they are the Florida Gators. Her: No. I can see. OMG, Is that your underwear? Me: What? Huh? This next line will haunt me for the rest of my life. Her: OMG, you are wearing boxer shorts as shorts! I was in 6th grade. I didn't know what boxer shorts were.

Went with the boys to a strip club down in Mexico. We were watching two girls rub whipped cream all over each other, when we heard a scream. We all looked up and one of the girls came running out of the bathroom yelling in Spanish. One of the girls had just died of an overdose in the bathroom. Several men went upstairs, picked up the girl's limp body, and carried it downstairs and out the front door. All the girls were shaken and crying. Then the boss called them all into the back room while we all sat around gaping at each other. 117K Five minutes later the girls came out with fresh makeup and smiles on their faces, acting like nothing had happened. We all got so creeped out we just went home.

When I was at the first appointment with my former therapist, she started with the dreaded, "so, what brings you in here?" question. My answer was a discombobulated jumble of vague statements, one thought half-finished before leading to the next. I could barely keep eye contact because of the shame, so I was talking mostly to my knees. Finally I broke for a moment to try to gather my thoughts, and my therapist hit me with this: "Do you sit down in the shower?" She may as well have blown an airhorn. I don't remember how long I stared at her like she some demon before answering in the affirmative. I remember she looked a *little* satisfied - like she was glad she'd gotten that one right - before her expression disappeared. It wasn't something that pinged my radar because I'd loved long, hot showers my whole life. But sitting during the shower was a (relatively) recent development at the time, and I only started because I wanted to stay in the shower with the hot, noisy water pounding on my head until it got cold, and standing was too much effort. Still, her educated guess both shook me and made me feel seen, in a way my previous therapist never accomplished.