Well, according to my parents, grandparents, and the police I was kidnapped when I was like 3 or 4 when I was at the beach. But I don't remember everything, must have been pretty scary for my mind to blank it out for me.
When I was in fourth grade me and my brother and my friend went to this haunted house. They had a reaper walking around out front. He wouldn't walk under the streetlights and we couldn't see his face. We think he's kind of funny so we decide to go and taunt him. We walk up to him, say something mean, then he swings the reaper at me. And literally if I hadn't moved that thing would have gone through my toe, it was imbedded about six inches into the hard ground.
That same night we go into the haunted house, and theres the butcher. We were staying back where he was to examine the "real" body bags he had set up. The butcher comes and puts the knife (I'm not sure if it was real or not, my brother says it was real) on the back of my neck and says "Wanna see what we do with the body bags?" And he's wearing this freakish Freddy like mask and his voice is all guttural. I almost wet myself and we run screaming down back to the group, where are parents refuse to listen to us....
Then that same night, our friend sleeps over at our house. We have a doll that looks scarily like chucky in our room. We managed to get ourselves so worked up that we had to call our dad to come and get rid of it. He gets rid of the doll, our door is open. Then a few minutes later we hear maniacal laughter, a thud, and the chucky like doll flies into our room and lands on me and my brother. Needless to say we basically wet ourselves. Then our dad comes in laughing....what a meanie-head.
Then we moved to Florida where a bunch more wierd junk happened. There was this house that was being built just a little bit down from our house so me, my brother, and two of our friends go to check it out in the dark. The whole time we're talking about this imaginary world we made up and how the evil person from that world was trying to break into our world (It's actually a pretty neat story that we managed to make up [and believe in] I'm trying to write a book on it--). As we approach the house my friend swears he sees someone in the house hanging by his neck from a rope. As soon as we turn to look (we don't see anything) my brothers phone goes off. He opens it and no-ones calling....So we run back to the street and I look at the sky and the spaces between the clouds ( the only spaces I might add) spell "End".
Then me, my brother, and my friend were at one of our other friends houses who lived just a little whiles away on bike. We decided to leave at like nine-o'clock. It was pitch black outside and to get home we had to go through this short path through a small woods right by this large street. Which is of course...scary...anyways we get out to the street we look and we see two cars, way far down the street, by our experience, at forty miles an hour it should take them a lot longer to reach us then it should for us to cross the street.
So we begin to cross, me and my brother get all the way across, but my friend is still in the middle (he was out of shape, we were on bikes). We look and the cars are way closer then they should have been. So we start yelling at him to cross, he reaches us, and right as he does the two cars screech right behind him. I swear they must of been going at least 80 miles per hour. Stupid illlegal night street racing.
Then, we begin going home. We live in a wierd place. Our suburbia thing that we live in has a forest running through the middle of it and a bunch of trees everywhere. So anyways we start off towards home and we see a bunch of deers errupt from the forest on a street just in front of us. They're running really fast. And then this big dark..cat like thing (we think it was a mountain lion) comes out after them. And...we sprinted all the way home...nearly wetting ourselves.
Then...when we were going to that same friends house, it was dark (it got dark at like...five) and there was a shortcut that involved riding our bikes through some really really tall grass on a path. We were almost about to do it when we heard a scream that sounded like the screamer was being murdered, coming from the shortcut...so we basically sprinted all the way to his house.
Our house was almost broken into three times and there was murder (attempt? I'm not sure) just a few houses down from ours. Also there was a forest fire just three blocks behind our house. They had helicopters and everything. We went to check out the area that had burned and it was nothing but ashes...which was definitely neat.
When I was like eight we were having a sleep over at my house with our friend. Its like two in the morning so we decided to go out and get some cokes (the drink...) from the garage. So we run out and outside there was like this 8 foot tall man just standing there we yelled at him (very scared like) and he ran down our driveway, we tried to chase after him but by the time we got to the end of our driveway he was gone.
I used to have problems getting back to sleep when I woke up so I'd spend a bunch of nights up and awake, staring at the door to the attic, and around my room, etc. And I'd hear voices. The weren't coming from outside...they were in my head, like a radio wave passing through my brain. But I could never understand what they were saying. And I know I'm not crazy because at that same sleep over we were just sitting up, scared of that man, in the silence. And we could all hear the voices in our heads...
And...my dog made me do a front flip on my bike which was just really painful...not scary....
Besides the fact that we lived in two houses where people had been murdered/suicided etc. and we (my family) saw several apparitions...thats about it...
A long list of scary stuff thats happened to me--
