- I am a soft jelly thing anyway. I’ve had torture and frankly if he erases the memory he’s doing a great service, living and trying to function while remembering that is more difficult than what would be happening there. If this is my reality then I’m still enjoying myself.
- There’s better porn out there.
How’s this for my own, a real experience that I still cannot explain and the sole reason I think there is anything of value behind claims of the paranormal. It happened on an average night in the Mojave desert. The moon was out, not a cloud in the sky, and I had to take the garbage out to the dumpster.
I know, excitement and adventure, you’re all enthralled by this.
Anyway, I take a flashlight because while I can see where I need to go well enough I don’t want to accidentally trip over something or step on a snake and get bitten. So I take the trash out, it’s heavy and usually when it’s a heavy load I put the bag in and catch my breath for a moment before walking back.
I’d guess about 30 feet behind me I start hearing footsteps. Sounded like big feet, and no I’m not going into bigfoot territory. Instantly I get a chill up my spine and I have two natural instincts. Book it, or turn around to see what the hell was behind me. However I’m so scared that all I can do is stiffly turn and start walking. That’s when I start to notice that it’s incredibly dark all of a sudden. I look up (shifting my eyes, not moving my head up or down) and I see the moon. It’s there, full detail, but it’s like the light isn’t radiating away from it. The back porch light from my neighbor’s house seems amazingly dim. I cannot see anything except a small area where my flashlight is illuminating.
I’m just hoping to make it to the yard before whatever this thing is does something to me. I’m walking, it’s walking in long strides, it’s got to be taller than me because it sounds like a casual pace which is definitely not synced with my steps. It’s getting closer and I’m just trying not to lose my head.
Finally, when I reach the corner of my house, I stop hearing the steps. A moment later my vision clears up and everything is as bright as it was on the walk to the dumpster. I keep walking, don’t look back, and once I’m inside I just go to my room, turn on every light and hide in my bed. Also shutting every curtain.
I have no idea what happened on that night, I suspect that I just imagined it and maybe there were chemicals in the dumpster, but that was one of the scariest things that happened to me in my whole life.
