True life story

[bendizoid]

I’m always interested in a cool story. Here’s one of mine:
I was suppose to meet this builder at a house to look at a chimney problem. I wanted to give a good impression and maybe increase my business network so I showed up early. Only problem is I was too early and decided to park at the library parking lot (a few blocks away) and chill out for 15-20 minutes till it was time to go.
Fifteen minutes later I turn the key to start my truck up and clicking sound, OMG ! Dead battery !
I pop the hood and start looking for a quick jump start and what do you know, the guy parked right next to my truck gets in his car. I walk up to him (he’s in the driver seat) and meekly ask him for a jump start. The guy stares at me with this weird look, almost mocking or something, and doesn’t even answer. I’m kinda thinking “ok, at least you can say no!” So I walk away saying “Ok Asshole”.
I see another driver in the lot and approach him for a quick jump start. I offer him $10. He says “You don’t have to pay me. I’ll give you a jump start.”
That’s when I heard the car door close. The guy whom I had just called an ‘asshole’ was out of his car and moving, ut-oh, my stupid remark might have repercussions.
He walks up to me, honestly I’m a little nervous , what the hell is he going to say?
He says, (swear to God) “ I was having a seizure and was confused and didn’t know what was happening. I snapped out of it when you called me an asshole.”
I said “ I’m the asshole! Your blank stare freaked me out! Sorry ‘bout that. I’m just trying to go to this important meeting.”
The epileptic guy popped his hood and gave my truck the jump start it needed. I wanted to hug him. Lol.

In retrospect, maybe that guy shouldn’t be driving but at least I learned a good lesson “things are not always as they seem.”.

 

[bendizoid]

Here’s one about my friend Dave. He died way too early and here’s one story:
Dave was driving down the street and saw this fight going on. It looked like one of his friends vs. three dudes. The guy fighting (later a US marine) was named Jake and he was not the friend Dave thought he was, a different person entirely. Dave quickly pulls his car over to rush to the aid of the guy whom he thinks is his friend currently fighting against 3-1 odds. Jake sees it differently, now a new guy is charging, a fourth adversary “Oh great ! Now 4 against one! ”
Dave runs up and looks at Jake and realizes he is not who he thought he was, makes a split second decision and yells “I GOT YUR BACK !” Anyway!
The two new friends chased the other three away and became great friends from that day forward. That’s the way Dave rolled, made friends everywhere he went. The end.

 

[bendizoid]

I got a call from my brother-in-law Frank. He needs a crew of guys to fill in and move the Ace Hardware corporate headquarters. You see this mid-level executive named Jen had just fired two crews of movers (about 20 people) because she didn’t like the looks of them. I thought a second and realized my friend and his band mates needed work so I say “I can get a crew there tomorrow at 7 AM”
Me and the ‘band’ show up at 7am sharp and start moving stuff. One of the band has a t-shirt that has a picture of a five leafed plant that says ‘Weed’ (what an idiot). Anyway, we follow the plan given to us and put in solid work all day long. We take apart desks and shelves and stuff and move them to the new office across the parking lot. The whole time we asked every person we met “Are you Jen?” or “Have you seen Jen ?” it became a running joke. Eventually at 3:30 we find the elusive Jen and she wants us to do stuff. I tell her “We have to leave at 4 because that’s when my crew’s kids get out of school.” So we leave and I drove all four of us home but I get the phone call from Frank, basically “Can you go back there and make Jen happy?”
I turn the car around and drive all the way back and right when I get back to the Ace Corporate Headquarters the phone rings again “ forget it, go home and go back tomorrow morning at 9am.” I drive home again, lol.
Next day Saturday I show up on time to finish the job. I sit and wait, nobody lets me in. I call Frank 1/2 an hour later “I can’t get in. I’m going to leave in 15 minutes.” He tells me go to the front door- there is Jen.
Have you ever been ambushed verbally? You know, when the other person fumigated all night long and thought of all types of crap to release a barrage with next time they see you ? It happened to me. Jen to the third degree: “ What time did you get here yesterday? And what did you do? And blah blah blah...... ?!?!?” Finally, “Give me back your security pass”. I hand it over.
I walk dejected toward the door with my bucket of tools, demoralized. Then, in the doorway I stopped and thought “I’m going to get everyone fired !”
I turn to Jen and say with great conviction “YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU GOTTA BAD ATTITUDE !”
She vents “ You’re damn right I do ! Dominick lied and Dominick this and Dominick that.... “
I half lie “I don’t like Dominick either, besides, I work for Frank.”
She says “Frank? I like Frank.”
I say “ Yes, he sent me here to help YOU !”
Jen “Here’s your pass back, let’s do this.”

 

[bendizoid]

Way back in the day when I was probably 16 years old I got my drivers license and soon thereafter my first speeding ticket. It wasn’t too bad a ticket, just 7-9 miles over the limit. A friend told me I should go to court and ask for supervision that way it doesn’t go on your permanent record. I intercepted the mail so my folks wouldn’t know and kept it on the low down.
When the day comes I put on my best shirt and show up at the crowded courthouse to find my courtroom. Cautiously I make my way in and don’t know what to expect, I’m a nervous kid in court for the first time.
Anyway, they would call people up in groups of eight and you would stand in line until it was your turn. They call my name “Here !” I go stand and pay attention. The judge looked and acted mean as hell. “No ! Supervision denied !”, “I don’t believe you- Guilty !” He had a mean scowl and a quick temper and even gave the cops crap. His name was Judge Hennessy. After all the people in front of me are either guilty or denied supervision they call my name. I step up and the judge says in a super syrupy voice “Well, Miiiister Bendis. So nice to meet you. How can I help today?” Stunned by the sudden incredible sarcasm I figure I must be in big trouble, he hasn’t been nice to anyone !! I stumble with words “ I’d like to maybe...if it’s ok to ask the court for court supervision...maybe?”
Hennessy eyes the ceiling as if to deeply consider the matter then taps the gavel like a magic wand and says sweet as silk “court supervision granted.”
I walk out kinda bewildered on “Why was he so nice to me?” It was like he was messing with me, made the whole thing...eerie.
Later on that very day maybe during dinner my Dad says to me “I heard you got a speeding ticket, is that true?”
I’m busted, embarrassed and freaked “How does he know?” but say the right thing “yes, I got one. Just payed the fine.”
My Dad smiling “I was playing racket ball with Judge Hennessy and he told me all about it. Please slow down.”

 

[bendizoid]

A few years ago I was taking a nap in my bedroom. I lightly woke up and looked around from my bed. I had the most strange feeling that I was being watched. Now fully awake, I scanned the room for whatever might be lurking, getting goose pimples thinking “I must be getting crazy, paranoid, afraid of an empty room.” I was alone at home and the door to the bedroom was wide open, windows shut.
For some reason I looked at the door and thought “If that door closes, I’m going to freak the f**k out “. “Bam!” Instantly, as if ‘It’ had read my mind the door sharply slammed shut.
Panic, that’s the best description, I quickly left the bedroom to sleep on the couch, and that’s where I have slept ever since. No other brazin ‘poltergeist’ activity has been observed, except a guitar randomly fell off a ‘guitarhook’ on the wall one morning, been hang’in there for twelve years (anything but the guitars, you ghost bastards !) once is enough.

Conclusions: I’m now a believer in the paranormal. When something as real and personal happens to you, nobody else ‘gets it’, few believe or understand. But I know it happened.
Whatever this ‘thing’ was that slammed the door shut, be it space alien, demon, ghost, Djinn, poltergeist or whatever IT CAN READ YOUR MIND, they understand English and they are telekinetic. I think they get a kick scaring the crap outta people, somehow siphoning energy. Don’t feed it by thinking about it. Don’t try to communicate with it, pray instead.
So, I don’t know what’s out there but can Assuredly say THERE IS SOMETHING !

 

[fenyan]

When I was a kid, we had a small room leading to the basement with a shelve of books. There was a book about ghosts or some such that I was always afraid to read. One night I picked it off the shelf and opened it up. Not too long later, the lamp switched off and put the room into complete darkness. I dropped the book and quickly booked out of the room upstairs. I think it was just a slippery switch on the lamp but I was quite shaken!

Here's another very short story. While backpacking in the California Sierra, I scrambled up a 8000-foot peak with a friend. At the top we were enjoying the view. I looked down into a crack between the boulders and found a wristwatch. It was a Timex, and yes it was still ticking. Wasn't sure how long it was up there but it seemed to have survived at least a few mountain storms from the weathering. I gave it to my buddy. At the time I think there was a ad tagline that went "Takes a licking but keeps on ticking."