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I overdosed on fentanyl a while back and was fading in and out but all I remember was a sense of complete nothingness . No memories flashing, no bright light to follow just nothing . Looking back at it I almost felt at peace . But waking up right after the overdose was sheer panic at the thought of almost dying lol . Glad to be almost 2 years clean now .
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My husband was on life support in a coma, he was not expected to make it and had to be brought back multiple times. I was by his side, beyond distraught. He was by far the "sickest" person in the ICU, too sick to transfer to another hospital. Other people who had family in the ICU rallied around to give me support as it really didn't look hopeful for him and my pain was obvious. A family in particular helped me out a lot. The grandpa of that family had surgery gone wrong on his foot, resulting in his foot amputation, followed by an infection then death. Even after he died his daughter stayed at the ICU to help me. When my husband finally pulled thru and woke up he told me he had been walking the halls with some guy who was missing his foot who told him it wasn't time to go yet and that his daughter would wait with me till my husband woke up but he had to wake up soon.
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Every god damned time I'm having a hard time and cry my father knows. Even though we live in different cities. He'll call me and tell me he knew I was crying. That he could hear me. He never takes a wrong guess. When I move in another apartment, he can describe to me how my new place looks like before he sees it. Before I even talk about it.People-Share-Scary-Experiences-No-One-Believes
It was the night before my stepmom died (lost her battle to cancer). I was 22, was spending the night in bed with my 9 year old half-brother, cuddling him and telling him his mom was gonna be okay, it wasn’t gonna hurt any more. It’s about 3am at the time, and after a while he immediately sits upright in bed, smiles, says “I promise to be a good boy, mommy. I love you.” Now my stepmom has been bedridden for the last month, so she’s not moving anywhere. But I swear on my life, and my little brother agrees with me, for a split second I saw her standing in the doorway wearing her big giant fur coat, just smiling at us and just looking relieved. Brother went to sleep about 2 minutes later. I left to go into my dad and stepmom’s room to check on her to see my dad awake and telling me she’d died about half an hour ago. I genuinely believe she “stopped by” on her way to the other side to check in on her two kids and make sure we’d be okay without her before she left.People-Share-Scary-Experiences-No-One-Believes
I was about 4 years old, visiting my great grandmother in NJ. She made a bed for me that sleep on in the living room. I fell asleep easily, but at some point I woke up and saw my great grandfather. He sat on the edge of my bed, smiled, patted my leg and got up. He put his jacket on and walked out the front door. He had been dead for longer than I had been alive and I had never met him. Adults the next morning all laughed at the silly kid with a big imagination. At grandmas request I described exactly what he was wearing: flannel shirt, suspenders, khaki pants... Generic description of any grandpa for the last 100 years. Everyone was still giggling at my cute story. But when I got up to show her how he snatched his jacket from the hook by the door and slung it on in one motion, I turned around smiling only to see her completely pale faced with tears running down her cheeks. Everyone got really quiet, and we never talked about it again. She knew I had seen him... No one else's opinion matters.People-Share-Scary-Experiences-No-One-Believes
I was 6 and remember playing in my room and my grandpa walks in and talks to me for a few minutes. After a bit he gets up and tells me to “be a good girl for mom”, kisses me on the forehead, and walks out. Mom comes in about 5 mins later hysterical and told me my grandpa had died overnight and we had to leave to go be with the family two states over where he lived.
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When I was about 12 or 13 I woke up in the middle of the night and smelled my fathers cologne, thought it was a little odd since he lived about an hour away but was to tired to care. Went back to sleep, woke up the next morning and for some reason my mother didn’t wake me up for school. My father had passed away the night before. Never told anyone for years about that night, but around the age of 23 I told my mom she was glad to know that she wasn’t crazy, that same night she got startled awake, and the dog was staring at the door wagging his tail. Almost like he was saying good bye before fully leaving.
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There was one moment that will stick with me forever that I get mixed reactions to when I tell the story. Let me start with adding some context: I was 20 at the time, and was helping my girlfriend move from Alabama to Los Angeles. Because she had all her belongings and her car, we decided to drive. At that time, she had a suspended license so I was the one who was forced to drive the whole way. Because I didn’t want to get any speeding tickets, I brought my radar detector from home to take with us on the drive. Now it was the second day of our trip, and we had recently crossed into New Mexico. At the time it was already well past sunset, so most of my drive that day was spent on the I10 at night. Because I was the only driver, I made the decision to stop every couple of hours at rest stops to use the restroom, stretch, or eat. I remember stopping that night really late at around 11 or 12 at a rest stop in Gage NM. From what I remember, the rest stop was really the only thing off the exit, and there was nothing as far as a town or homes in the area for miles. The only thing there was a small area with many identical concrete structures covering picnic tables. They were like concrete boxes, three sided, with window cut-outs and a light in the middle. As we were pulling in, the radar detector started going haywire, showing codes for multiple different bands including X, KA, and Laser, all at once. I turned the radar detector off, not really thinking much of it at the time, and pulled into a picnic area near the back. From what i remembered, I was going to eat a snack or something to tide me over, and as i was grabbing the food from the middle row, i heard a low rumble/squeak, as it someone was rubbing their palm along the side of the car. As I was grabbing some items from a bag in my lap, my girlfriend at the time grabbed my arm with the most intense grip and fear and just started saying “we gotta go, we gotta go” with increasing panic. I’ll never forget what I saw tbh. In her side mirror, there was a large, rough sillouette leaning against the car just past the back door. Even from a glance, I could tell that the figure had to be much taller than the SUV, as it looked a bit hunched over. Seeing this, I immediately started to panic, as I was not sure if this was a person, animal, or whatever. As I was fumbling for the keys in the cup holder, I glanced in my side mirror and say the same exact figure, motionless against the side of the car. A few seconds later I started the car and punched it out of there. Where our car was parked, there was nothing visible from the light coming from the picnic awning. I’m not a huge believer in paranormal stuff, but this was an experience that I would 100% call my only real paranormal encounter. The size of whatever it was was definitely not human, and although it was somewhat human, the amount of hair it had on its head made it hard to tell what it actually looked like. A friend that I met later in college from New Mexico who had lived on a reservation once suggested that it could have been a wendigo, or some other native fork lore beast. I still don’t know at all what it was for sure, but I still occasionally have nightmares about that night.
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Before I had a liver transplant, I suffered from a condition called "Ascites" that makes you retain fluids and your belly looks like you are 11 months pregnant (I am a guy). Every week I'd go to the hospital to get the fluids drained (usually around 10 to 11 liters). Since it was a teaching hospital, more often than not there was an attending nurse and a very young doctor. The procedure required an ultrasound machine, operated by the nurse, and a 9" needle to penetrate the abdomen and find the sack with the liquid. Most young doctors had never done anything like it and they were nervous and a little bit disturbed. Once this very young doctor got physically sick and white as a sheet. He also couldn't find the sack. He kept prodding and getting more and more panicked. By then I was an old hand at it and I had seen it done properly at least a dozen times, so I asked him "do you mind if I give it a shot?". At first, he blabbed something incoherent, so I added, "I won't tell anyone, I just can't afford to leave without being drained, this is the one day a week when I get to feel normal for a few hours". He finally agreed and I took hold of the 9" needle. Watching the ultrasound screen, in a few seconds I found the sack and we started filling 2-liter bottles with the liquid. It was a 12 liters day, requiring six two-liter bottles. My father-in-law drove me there that day, and he was watching the proceedings, but it was too much even for him. He passed out and had to be put on a gurney. Both the doc and my FIL were traumatized. The nurse joked with me about it. I eventually got a liver transplant and that issue went away. I am almost at the 20 years mark. Sandra Lent • upvoted 5 items 1 month ago
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