Creepy Things That Have Happened to You

[MrSunshine]

I white sage everyone's ass coming in my door. Dead or alive. I find the living creepier than the dead. White sage!

[cinnamongrrl]

So....

I was meeting a friend for lunch in the adorable town of Black Mountain. I had never been there before, so she told me where abouts to park and where I needed to go to meet her for lunch.

It was a little bit of a walk to get to the restaurant. I stopped to read the menu of this restaurant that looked good and suddenly heard these ladies behind me in a parked car remark about Jacques. I turned around and we had a nice chat about their own poodles. I noticed they were eating ice cream. It's my favorite thing ever....so I looked around to see where they got it and noticed right across the street a store called Scoops..a cute ice cream place. I made a mental note to stop there after lunch.

So, I met up with my friend and we ate and I mentioned going for ice cream. She's from the town and she started leading me the other way and I told her there was a place right here. We went over but I wasn't able to find it again. I figured I got confused about what street I was on.

WELL.....today she just happened to look it up and indeed there HAD BEEN a store called Scoops there...we got the exact address and went there and it is now a chiropractor. And has been for some time.....

All I can say is....must've been some freaky time loop....how would I have even known a restaurant by that name had ever been there...?? And...come to think of it...were the people in the car even real...? If the store wasn't real...what else wasn't....mind blowing stuff...

[uglyboi]

An undelivered letter I wrote to a would be intruder 30 years ago:

Dear Crazy Man Looking for Erica One night,

First, I'd like to apologize. When you were screaming "Erica" at the top of your lungs outside my bedroom window at midnight, I did not know that it was, infact, my apartment you believe Erica was in. I probably should have shouted back "Erica doesn't live here, dummy. Perhaps you should try a different building." However, I believe you crossed a line when you tried to break into my apartment. Twice. I know you never actually made it in, but there was a hammer (my weapon of choice) waiting for you on the other side of the door. On your first attempt, I appreciate you listening to me when I said no one named Erica lives here. That appreciation quickly fizzled when you returned 15 min later, prompting me to call the cops. Finally, while you were walking around the complex shouting "Erica" and someone hollered at you to shut up and go home, you shouting back "Reveal yourself homie" like he was hiding in the bushes or wearing an invisibility cloak, provided me with some much needed entertainment.

Sincerely, Not Erica.