What Is The Craziest Thing You've Ever Experienced?

[Biggbass]

True story...

I was at the brink of drowning once, almost 30 years ago. I had waded out into the Red River to try to free up my fishing line and stepped off a ledge into a deep pit in the river bed. Quickly I became tangled up in fishing line and exhausted myself trying to get free while treading water against the current.
As I came up one last time, too tired to fight anymore and ready to give up, I saw an old man who looked like my grandfather on the shore with a fishing rod. Almost in surreal slow motion time he bent down, opened up a tackle box on the ground, and took out a heavy practice bob..like a lure with no hooks..tied it to his line and cast it out to me. I grabbed hold and he literally reeled me in toward shore. I crawled out of that river on my hands and knees and collapsed on the sand.
Then I looked up to thank the old man and there was no one there.

My grandfather had passed away 10 years before that day.

 

[MatticusMania]

In and Out. Perhaps the best hamburger chain. A rather short chain. If you ever get near one and like burgers try it out.

The house that I grew up in, belonging to my parents, was once owned and inhabited by the Snyders.
The original location is just minutes away from where I used to live.
I love it, even as a vegetarian (Grilled Cheese Animal Style!) though many people will state that its overrated. I think in some cases its been overhyped, thus leading to disappointment. Though, many out of town visitors make it a point to stop at In N Out whenever they get the chance.

 

[6jase5]

Head on collision bicycle versus Ford Taurus. We were standing at the curb and the bike was flying down the hill and went on the wrong side of the road. Nothing the driver of the car could have done. Guy flew off and did a header in to a no parking sign above the curb we were waiting on, no helmet. Split his head, about ten of us wearing what was supposed to be on the inside. I'll never forget the sound of his voice mid air flying towards that sign...a grunting guttural sound followed by the loud smack of the sign and post and thud of his body. If he hadn't hit the pole he would have hit about 5 of us. Dead instantly. Screaming after that from everyone standing around. I distinctly remember two guys voices, one saying "Holy Sh.." and another yelling "Oh my god" and then all the crying.

20+ years ago and feels like 5 minutes ago as I type this.

 

[Dean N]

I was studying at the campus library in grad school, and walked outside just as the sun was setting. It was a pretty view, and caught my eye. I was in a totally enclosed courtyard, standing by the only exit, and at the far end, about 100 feet away, right in the foreground of the sunset, was a nun in an old-fashioned habit like Link Removed. Yes, with a similar head covering too. She turned to face me, and nodded a very slight hello. We were the only ones in this big space. I nodded back, and turned to go. I then realized that it was a pretty severe, old-fashioned outfit, and didn't really seem... right. A step or two later I realized she wasn’t sitting on a bench or at one of the picnic tables, she was just standing there. I turned back to look at her, and no one was there. I walked over to where she was to make sure, and sure enough, there was no place at all for her to have gone. And I had that weird feeling…

Sometimes there were events at the school, so the next day I asked a buddy of mine (class president, very involved with school activities) if there was some event or nuns on campus the previous night, and described the nun I saw. He rolled his eyes, and said ha ha, right, and wouldn’t talk to me. So after a lot of insistence, he tells me that the library building used to be a convent before the college bought it (early 1900’s), and it’s pretty famous for being haunted. By.. yep.. a nun. I never knew the history of the building till after my nun sighting.

 

[BawanaRik]

Indeed, have you tried the animal style fries? They're awesome.

I'm a Jersey boy and while Jimmy Buffs and pizza I only get to eat In and out when in Cali. I do look forward to the trips.

 

[MatticusMania]

I'm a Jersey boy and while Jimmy Buffs and pizza I only get to eat In and out when in Cali. I do look forward to the trips.

There are a few In N Outs outside of California, natoably in Las Vegas, Arizona, Texas & Utah.

 

[RxFunk]

There are a few In N Outs outside of California, natoably in Las Vegas, Arizona, Texas & Utah.

That's because all the restaurants have to be within a day's drive of their meat facility, since nothing is frozen. I believe, but don't quote me on this, that they are expanding east, so there may more in the future in more states.

 

[MatticusMania]

That's because all the restaurants have to be within a day's drive of their meat facility, since nothing is frozen. I believe, but don't quote me on this, that they are expanding east, so there may more in the future in more states.

I believe you are correct. They opened DCs in Phoenix, Arizona; Draper, Utah; and Dallas, Texas to accomodate the more easternly locations. I would not be surprised if there are future plans to open more and continue spreading towards the east coast.

 

[96tbird]

My father was a construction employee for a utility company. He worked in real remote places that had Hydro Electric Powerhouses.
When I was 10, he took me, my 13 yr old sister and my mom to stay a couple weeks at a small encampment near one of these hydro plants. A few small cabins that the utility company let employees stay in while they worked.

On day, my sister, me and two other kids with a german shepard went hiking. We came up on a pond. Maybe 100' in diameter. Lying next to the pond was a partially eaten horse. It looked liked it had been dragged there.

The dog starts going into the water. When he is in about up to his chest, he stops and begins to growl.
We all look out towards the direction the dog is growling and this giant head emerges from the middle of the pond.
Then this thing comes up high enough for it's shoulders to show. It is at least three times the size of a man.

The dogs starts back-peddling and we start screaming and haul ass out of there. We get back to the cabin and hysterically tell my mom the story. Shes says that my dad, when he gets back from work will go check it out.

Later, he goes with my sister and I and when we get to the pond.... no dead horse. Nothing. My dad took his rifle with him but nothing found.

No sister corroboration, no Saskwatch

 

[fourstringdrums]

Then there was a hernia repair many years ago. They sedated me pretty heavily and gave me some sort of local anesthesia that..... didnt work.... So I'm laying on the table, unable to move or speak, while I'm feeling the doc cutting, and slicing my nether regions. After what seemed like an eternity somebody finally notices that my eyes are wide open and I'm trying to scream... oops

Damn. For some reason the other night I was reading stories of people who that has happened to.

Did you do the american thing and sue?

 

[Floyd Eye]

GHB

 

[Jared Lash]

I posted this story years ago, and it's fairly long, but THIS is the craziest thing I ever experienced.

The summer after my sophomore year I was taking a business class for the first few weeks. Since most guys leave for the summer, we would rent rooms in our fraternity house for really cheap. This quiet, slightly built guy in his mid 30's named Paul shows up with his father to rent a room. He tells us that he graduated from Harvard with a degree in Asian Studies years back and is coming to Berkeley to do some graduate work. We should have known something was wrong when his dad had to show him how to use a deadbolt. But we just attributed it to him being a very introverted intellectual. You find some on every college campus.

Things started getting weird when mail started disappearing. Paul would then randomly talk to people about how he was worried about their finances, or mention some private details about their lives, which meant he was the one taking our mail. I also discovered that Harvard didn't have an Asian studies program at the time he said he attended there, so we knew something was up.

But things took a bad turn on my last day of my summer school class. My buddy Ryan told me to come upstairs as I was packing up to leave. Paul was in the back bathroom in the shower, screaming gibberish. Ryan said he'd been doing it for over and hour. I said, "good luck with that", and finished packing and left for the rest of summer.

After that Paul started stealing food, taking people's clothes that they stored in the attic for the summer, barely left his room and continued shouting gibberish in the shower for hours at a time. When they finally went to talk to him, he only opened his door enough to start throwing dishes at them. They called the Police and when they arrived Paul got oddly lucid, answering all their questions and apologizing for "not getting along" with people in the house. When the police asked him what the date was, who the President was his calm finally broke and he tried to attack them and was hauled away on a 5150.

It turns out he was just released from a mental institution (two days before he moved in with us) and after a fight with his father, stopped taking money from him and went off his meds. In his room we found six giant vaseline jars, all but one completely empty and most of the house's tupperware, which he was using to store his feces and vomit.

Ad for the Vaseline - after we (along with the "Merry Maids" his father hired) cleaned Paul's room, we discovered how many pieces of clothing were stolen. Most of them seemed to be our buddy Jim's, taken from his dresser that he was storing in the attic for the summer. And when we went up there, we found out that indeed it was empty.

There was nothing in the top drawer, but in the next one down were stacks of carboard (torn or cut from boxes) on which Paul had glued collages from porno mags. All of the pictures of the women had their heads cut off.

The next drawer down was completely filled with "used" Kleenex.

Paul was clearly schizophrenic and we all felt bad for him, but more angry that his father would rent a room in our house for him without telling (at the time) 19-21 year olds the situation.

 

[bmc]

I posted this story years ago, and it's fairly long, but THIS is the craziest thing I ever experienced.

The summer after my sophomore year I was taking a business class for the first few weeks. Since most guys leave for the summer, we would rent rooms in our fraternity house for really cheap. This quiet, slightly built guy in his mid 30's named Paul shows up with his father to rent a room. He tells us that he graduated from Harvard with a degree in Asian Studies years back and is coming to Berkeley to do some graduate work. We should have known something was wrong when his dad had to show him how to use a deadbolt. But we just attributed it to him being a very introverted intellectual. You find some on every college campus.

Things started getting weird when mail started disappearing. Paul would then randomly talk to people about how he was worried about their finances, or mention some private details about their lives, which meant he was the one taking our mail. I also discovered that Harvard didn't have an Asian studies program at the time he said he attended there, so we knew something was up.

But things took a bad turn on my last day of my summer school class. My buddy Ryan told me to come upstairs as I was packing up to leave. Paul was in the back bathroom in the shower, screaming gibberish. Ryan said he'd been doing it for over and hour. I said, "good luck with that", and finished packing and left for the rest of summer.

After that Paul started stealing food, taking people's clothes that they stored in the attic for the summer, barely left his room and continued shouting gibberish in the shower for hours at a time. When they finally went to talk to him, he only opened his door enough to start throwing dishes at them. They called the Police and when they arrived Paul got oddly lucid, answering all their questions and apologizing for "not getting along" with people in the house. When the police asked him what the date was, who the President was his calm finally broke and he tried to attack them and was hauled away on a 5150.

It turns out he was just released from a mental institution (two days before he moved in with us) and after a fight with his father, stopped taking money from him and went off his meds. In his room we found six giant vaseline jars, all but one completely empty and most of the house's tupperware, which he was using to store his feces and vomit.

Ad for the Vaseline - after we (along with the "Merry Maids" his father hired) cleaned Paul's room, we discovered how many pieces of clothing were stolen. Most of them seemed to be our buddy Jim's, taken from his dresser that he was storing in the attic for the summer. And when we went up there, we found out that indeed it was empty.

There was nothing in the top drawer, but in the next one down were stacks of carboard (torn or cut from boxes) on which Paul had glued collages from porno mags. All of the pictures of the women had their heads cut off.

The next drawer down was completely filled with "used" Kleenex.

Paul was clearly schizophrenic and we all felt bad for him, but more angry that his father would rent a room in our house for him without telling (at the time) 19-21 year olds the situation.

You could have made that story a whole lot shorter by simply saying Paul was a drummer.

 

[fourstringdrums]

You could have made that story a whole lot shorter by simply saying Paul was a drummer.

I'm a drummer and I'll have you know that I store my feces and vomit in mason jars. Call me old school.

 

[neo 7]

Maybe not the craziest but defiantly the creepiest: Back about 12 or 13 years ago I had a job delivering pizza at Pizza Hut. I had worked for Domino's in another state a few years earlier so I had the basic routine down pat and didn't need much training. So my first day there I went on a few deliveries with another driver, then went on my own.

Everything went OK for a few hours, then I got a delivery to this one house: overgrown grass, yard full of junk, and no lights on anywhere. If I had followed company protocol I would have gone back to the store and called, but instead I boldly marched up to the front door and knocked, thinking that nothing would happen to me.

This guy answered the door and he seemed a bit off, nervously looking around, rat's nest for hair, and about 4 days of stubble. The only light was a couple candles flickering in the room. He had paid for the pizza and I was counting the guy's change when I heard a very faint voice from inside the house say "help me!" Then the guy slammed the door shut and I heard it lock.

At the time it seemed like it was just a joke the someone was playing on the pizza guy, but a few days later I wasn't so sure. I drove around the delivery area looking for the house, but it was an unfamiliar area and I couldn't find it. For the life of me I couldn't remember the address. I asked the manager if he could give me all the places I had delivered to that night, but it was no good. The computer program didn't work that way.

I've lost a lot of sleep because of that, and many times I have woken up in the middle of the night, frightened, and thinking about it.

 

[TOOL460002]

I lived in Nigeria for several years as a kid. The school bus had a guard with an mp5 and tear gas. On the way to school the highway was littered with corpses, because at the time multiple coupes were going on and there were little to no services to collect the bodies.

I saw a motorcycle. Then a HUGE blood stained path. Then a body. And a few yards down, the head. It was there a couple days. One day we saw a bus on its side, on fire, with people, also on fire, jumping out. We couldn't stop for safety reasons.

Also, a popular thing to do with locals against the "new" regime was to tie them up, wrap old tires around them, pour gasoline over them, and light them on fire. Alive. I saw mostly dead, charred corpses, but I saw a couple not-so-dead people wrapped in thick black smoked and fire.

If you wanna get into crazy "reality" from lack of sleep, then I've seen **** I know you've never seen. Ever. But those are the worst of West Africa.

 

[bmc]

I'm a drummer and I'll have you know that I store my feces and vomit in mason jars. Call me old school.

I am laughing very hard.

Brilliant.

 

[stanknuckle]

I attended a house to conduct a welfare check and the place is locked up tight and no one answering the door. I had my partner look in the kitchen window. She turns to me with a look of horror. I knew what was next. I got her to step back so I could climb in the kitchen window I opened. In the doorway of the kitchen and lounge room, lay a deceased male. He'd been in that position for a week I reckon. Not a healthy look on his face either!
Every job like this, I pray for the deceased and did so on this occasion. I was forced to step over him so I could get to the back door to open it for my partner to come in then I shut the door when she entered. A quick check of the deceased revealed no obvious or suspicious circumstances. We checked the rest of the house for anyone else, signs of foul play etc. I'm still saying prayers for this poor man.
Once the house was checked and we were satisfied it wasn't a murder, I called the undertaker. Once that was done and everything was arranged for the deceased removal, I opened the front door. Now, I've never ever felt anything so terrifying... A freezing cold blast of air hit my back and the back of my head and a sensation of something brushing past me on my right side and I was pushed forward a little. Then a "woosh" out the front door. The hairs on the back of my neck went crazy and it felt like spiders crawling over me.

 

[stanknuckle]

Here's another. Crazy crazy...
Was working with a good friend twilight shift in winter, freezing cold and rain bucketing down. about 11pm we're putting petrol in the car. Two white vans pull up and I'm getting jumpy. People start getting out and I can hear American accents! Anyway they ask us how to get to Aberfeldy! I told them where Aberfeldy was but in their Hyundai vans they'd never make it as they'd need 4x4s.
They were disappointed and had no where to sleep. In all there were sixteen exchange students from USA, England, Chili, Mexico Europe etc. 8 males and 8 women.
It was a quite shift so I drove off and I told them to follow me.
I went to every motel and caravan park in a 30 kilometre radius and no one would accommodate them. I was getting pissed off. They were becoming desperate.
I rang my wife... Then in asked them if they had camping gear? They did.
So I took them to my house! Crazy stuff! I had 16 unknowns setting up their tents and sleeping bags in my back yard. I started to think myself a fool!
I finished work at 3 in the morning and returned home to find them still organising sleeping arrangements.
I went to bed but woke early, went down the shops and bought frying pans and cooking supplies.
Come 11am, i had cooked a hundred pancakes and fed them all. They didn't expect this I guess? My kids went crazy playing with them. They were a fantastic bunch of people. My wife speaks French fluent and spoke to the Canadians for ages.
I was presented a beautiful card and some wine and chocolate.
That was a crazy thing to do but there was nothing else to do.
I have the photos somewhere...

 

[MooneyDriver]

My family and I moved into town when I was thirteen years old. Five years later, I had thoughts of my neighbor-friend. I picked up the phone to call him, but there was no dial tone. I started telling my dad the phone was dead when I heard a voice at the other end. It was the friend I was trying to call.