Strange and mysterious things that happened to you

[cybertron]

Have you ever had experiences of things science can not explain?

Anything in the realm of the supernatural.
Things such as dreams coming true, streetlights going off when you walk under them, unidentified flying objects?

Or even .. seen fictional characters crossing over into real life like the following article describes:

Bizarre Cases of Fictional Characters Who Stepped Off the Page Into Reality

The world of fiction takes us beyond horizons to the places of our wildest dreams. Reading or watching these works we can

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This is a thread to powerlevel about your weirdest experiences.

 

[Merely an Ass]

one time in the 80s a ghost sucked me off

 

[SSF2T Old User]

Or even .. seen fictional characters crossing over into real life

I fucking wish. I have a laundry list of fictional women I would date in a heartbeat if that ever actually happened, both 3D and 2D.

 

[SIGSEGV]

I fucking wish. I have a laundry list of fictional women I would date in a heartbeat if that ever actually happened, both 3D and 2D.

Okay coomer.

 

[A Friendly Hoovy]

It was late at night when I heard a noise coming from outside my house. My pulse was racing as I opened the door, scared witless at what I might find.

The cold metal door slowly creaked open, revealing the source of the noise. The Heavy, in a small bumper car, was vibrating softly in my front yard.

I stood there, stunned. Seemingly sensing my shock, he slowly moved closer. He was three penis-lengths away when he stopped. His hand raised, almost hesitantly, and suddenly came down with the force of a thousand miniguns simultaneously firing. My face was nearly ripped off my body and my consciousness was catapulted into the next dimension.

I floated in an endless void for what seemed like a lifetime. I didn't know who I was, or what my name had been. Nothing mattered anymore. After a dozen millennia had passed, something came into focus. A small, flat object, containing what appeared to be a variety of meats combined with a satisfactory amount of lettuce. It came closer, floating just in front of my tired eyes. What was this on it? The sound of Russian dance music assaulted my ears. Small dots grew before my very eyes, and became large fat men, arms crossed, legs flailing in unison. This was it, the fabled Planet of the Hoovies. Now having seen it, my last wish had been fulfilled.

then I died lol

 

[SSF2T Old User]

It's October 2016. I'm at the Sheraton in Parsippany-TroyHills NJ for Chiller theater (A.K.A. ChillerCon) with my ex, who was the soul reason why we went in the first place. I dressed up as Boba Fett and she dressed up as a Storm Trooper. We left from her place to get there (she lives in College Point NY in Queens).

After enjoying ourselves, walking around, buying souvenirs, and watching a concert, we decided to leave to go home at night (hotel was fully booked, so we couldn't make a reservation). As I start the car and turn my GPS on to go home, it took longer than usual to calculate the route, but after a minute or two it went "route/signal cannot be found". "WTF?!" i said, as I entered in the address for the second and third time until finally it said "Go North". "... huh" I thought "Maybe it knows a better route for getting home", so I follow it. After about an hour driving, my ex started to panic, because we weren't on any highways and there were no street lights around, so we were driving in complete darkness (aside from my headlights) surrounded by hills and trees. She forced me to stop to check the GPS, and when I did, I came to the disturbing realization that my GPS was taking me and my ex to Canada.

Now I, normally the calm one, start to panic, and turn the other way. My ex is having a full blown panic attack, going "omg what if we get stranded, how will anyone find us?!?!" and like a good boyfriend I re-assure her that everything was going to be fine. First of all, I always carry an emergency kit with me in the back of my car (including flashlights, flares, jumper cables, etc...) just for such an occasion. Second, my GPS has a feature where it leaves little dots on the road for paths you've been to before, so I just followed that the whole time back to the hotel. Before we wound back at the hotel I stopped to get gas and took her to a McDonalds cause she wanted french fries. I just got a water bottle cause my mouth was like cotton x10 from internal panicking. She forced me to ask for directions before we got back in the car, so while she went to the bathroom, I, half-dressed in my Boba Fett costume (I had a plain shirt on but Boba Fett's pants still on) asked a NJ cop that was waiting in line directions on how to get back, and without even blinking twice he told me where to go.

Luckily the route the cop told me to go to was exactly the same route we had taken to get to the hotel earlier that day, so I followed that all the way down until we wind up at one of the bridges that connects NJ to NY. Unfortunately, I take one wrong right turn (thanks to my GPS pulling a "SYKE!!" on me) and wind up in the middle of Manhattan, so we wind up being stuck in traffic in the city for a good half hour. That's when I noticed something even scarier... my car battery light went on, and my headlights were getting dimmer. Now, i thought, this was an emergency situation.

FInally, we wind up back on the highway to where we get to familiar grounds (Long island Expressway headed east to Queens). We wind up getting back to her place and immediately call it a night cause that moment took alot out of us. Next day I take my car to the shop near her place and find out my engine decided it wanted to leak oil while my alternator was giving out for the 8192347236874th time. I drove my car back home and the next day I sold it on "LetGo", threw away the GPS and wound up getting both a new car with a built-in gps that christmas.

 

[Shakshouka]

It's October 2016. I'm at the Sheraton in Parsippany-TroyHills NJ for Chiller theater (A.K.A. ChillerCon) with my ex, who was the soul reason why we went in the first place. I dressed up as Boba Fett and she dressed up as a Storm Trooper. We left from her place to get there (she lives in College Point NY in Queens).

After enjoying ourselves, walking around, buying souvenirs, and watching a concert, we decided to leave to go home at night (hotel was fully booked, so we couldn't make a reservation). As I start the car and turn my GPS on to go home, it took longer than usual to calculate the route, but after a minute or two it went "route/signal cannot be found". "WTF?!" i said, as I entered in the address for the second and third time until finally it said "Go North". "... huh" I thought "Maybe it knows a better route for getting home", so I follow it. After about an hour driving, my ex started to panic, because we weren't on any highways and there were no street lights around, so we were driving in complete darkness (aside from my headlights) surrounded by hills and trees. She forced me to stop to check the GPS, and when I did, I came to the disturbing realization that my GPS was taking me and my ex to Canada.

Now I, normally the calm one, start to panic, and turn the other way. My ex is having a full blown panic attack, going "omg what if we get stranded, how will anyone find us?!?!" and like a good boyfriend I re-assure her that everything was going to be fine. First of all, I always carry an emergency kit with me in the back of my car (including flashlights, flares, jumper cables, etc...) just for such an occasion. Second, my GPS has a feature where it leaves little dots on the road for paths you've been to before, so I just followed that the whole time back to the hotel. Before we wound back at the hotel I stopped to get gas and took her to a McDonalds cause she wanted french fries. I just got a water bottle cause my mouth was like cotton x10 from internal panicking. She forced me to ask for directions before we got back in the car, so while she went to the bathroom, I, half-dressed in my Boba Fett costume (I had a plain shirt on but Boba Fett's pants still on) asked a NJ cop that was waiting in line directions on how to get back, and without even blinking twice he told me where to go.

Luckily the route the cop told me to go to was exactly the same route we had taken to get to the hotel earlier that day, so I followed that all the way down until we wind up at one of the bridges that connects NJ to NY. Unfortunately, I take one wrong right turn (thanks to my GPS pulling a "SYKE!!" on me) and wind up in the middle of Manhattan, so we wind up being stuck in traffic in the city for a good half hour. That's when I noticed something even scarier... my car battery light went on, and my headlights were getting dimmer. Now, i thought, this was an emergency situation.

FInally, we wind up back on the highway to where we get to familiar grounds (Long island Expressway headed east to Queens). We wind up getting back to her place and immediately call it a night cause that moment took alot out of us. Next day I take my car to the shop near her place and find out my engine decided it wanted to leak oil while my alternator was giving out for the 8192347236874th time. I drove my car back home and the next day I sold it on "LetGo", threw away the GPS and wound up getting both a new car with a built-in gps that christmas.

Reminded me of this

 

[Saltimbanco]

He was three penis-lengths away when he stopped.

Damn, that's close enough for a kiss.

 

[Busty O'Queef]

Damn, that's close enough for a kiss.

Depends on the penis

 

[polonium]

I was in the woods once, I'd been hiking all day and was looking for a place to camp. Dusk was falling and I set up camp in a small clearing. I built a small fire, it wasn't that cold but it kept the bugs away. After a little while, when night had fallen, I saw some movement on the edge of the clearing and I went to investigate. I saw bigfoot a few feet away, just outside the circle of flickering light thrown by the campfire. I held out my hands to show I wasn't threatening and moved slowly forwards. Bigfoot didn't move, just stayed dead still looking at me. As I got closer, bigfoot leaned in and kissed me sensuously on the lips. I later found out it was a girl bigfoot. Gross. Worst night of my life.

 

[Absolute Brainlet]

This story didn't happen to me, but to a female relative of mine who lives in the United States.

Spoiler

 

[Azusa]

My last semester at a certain college I was knocked the fuck out by some huge bitch for walking where she was trying to drive. (Note: By "huge" I mean she was goddamn 325lbs. I was 120lbs.) Just a huge fucking fist, like a tree trunk, collided with my face.

While unconscious on the ground, I lived a totally different life.

I met a wonderful guy. He made my heart skip and my face red. We dated and stuff for months before he finally sacked up and proposed, and after two years we got married and had a daughter.

Hubby had a great job, and my own job meant I didn't have to work outside of the house much. After our daughter turned two we had another kid: a son. My son was the absolute joy of my life, a total momma's boy. Me and hubby lived for our kids, and we would constantly dote on our son and daughter.

One day while sitting on the couch I noticed that the perspective of the lamp was odd; like, inverted somehow. It was still in 3D but just... wrong. (It was a square lamp base, red with gold trim on 4 legs and a square white lampshade.)

I was transfixed. I couldn't look away from it. I stayed up all night staring at it, and I spent the entire next day also staring at it while hubby was at work and the kids were at school. Something was just not right about that lamp.

I stopped eating. I left the couch only to use the bathroom at first, but soon I stopped that too (I mean, I wasn't eating or drinking anything, right?) I stared at that lamp for fucking 3 days straight. At this point my husband was freaked out of his mind and he called someone to come and try to talk to me. But by this time my cognizance was already breaking up. He took our kids around to his parents' place just before I had my epiphany.

The lamp is not real.

Our house is not real.

My husband... my kids... none of them are real.

The last 10 years of my life are not fucking real!

The lamp started to grow wider and deeper in its inverted dimensions. It morphed before me until it took up my entire perspective, and all I could see was red. I heard voices, screams, all kinds of weird noises. And I became aware of pain—a fuckload of pain.

My first words were "Oww my mowff" and I opened my eyes. I was laying on my back on the sidewalk, surrounded by people that I didn't recognize. Many of the people were freaking the fuck out as they watched me. I was totally confused.

The rest was a blur. At some point a cop scooped me up, helped me across the sidewalk and grass and lifted me into the back of a cop car. I was still confused and disoriented.

I was taken to the hospital by the cop (apparently they'd been waiting for the ambulance but he didn't want to wait around anymore). They gave me CT scans and all of that usual stuff.

I went through about 3 years of horrid depression. I was grieving the loss of my amazing husband, our beloved kids, and dealing with the fact that they never even existed. I was scared that I was going insane, and every night I'd cry myself to sleep hoping that I would wake up in my huband's arms and our kids would be there and everything would be as it should be. Or even that I would just see them again in my dreams. I never have.

However, sometimes I swear that I see my son, usually just a glimpse out of my peripheral vision. He is perpetually 5 years old, but I can never hear what he's saying.

 

[Busty O'Queef]

One day I was driving along Wolfetown Rd, Cherokee, NC 28719, heading to Bearmeat's Indian Den to stock up on native arts and crafts, when I experienced some kind of vision or hallucination: it was as if a battle was raging, with various factions clashing on the road: there were confederate flags, swastikas, Kekistan flags and Canadian flags everywhere. Some of the fighters were dressed as pro-wrestlers, Warhammer space marines and anime characters. Many had obviously studied the blade, or were members of the I.N.C.E.L. terrorist group. The actual fighting was mostly girly slapping, and cries of 'no, you' and everyone calling each other faggots and retards.
I turned right around, and haven't been back to Bearmeat's since that day.