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Real Life Stories From the TWILIGHT ZONE

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Do you have one?

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One day I woke up and everyone's face was different except for mine.

They all treated me like they usually did as if nothing had changed.

I didn't tell anybody that they weren't who they used to be, I just freaked out on the inside.

Then I heard Rod Serling's voice, and some dramatic music.

And then things started to get weird.

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[Edited 9/15/16 14:30pm]

two part story...

my godmother was what we call a

'holy roller' and attended a lot of those

'hands on' churches so when i was with her

i had to go to these places.

my godmother considered my family

'evil' and looked at me as a 'spawn of evil'

(long story)

ANYWAY...

i was four and explorin a church while

folks were in the basement eatin a 'potluck' dinner.

i played in the churn main for a bit then went

up to the balcony.

before i got to the top of the stairs i heard

church start. the preacher mumbled somethin

and the people started mumblin a song.

i couldn't unnastand so i went to the banister

to get a clear view and sound.

there were no 'people' people.

the church was full of individuals that were

misty and they were lookin up at me

the preacher wasn't a preacher but he had on

the same kind of robes and he was misty too...

he pointed at me and and some shit...

then he said somethin i unnastood and i ran

to the basement to tell what happened...

i was told i had had a dream and this thing

could not have happened...

pt.II

when i was ten and livin with my godmother in la la

we (which was an all week thing) were visitin

some church in some town for some revival

and my godmother insisted that i get up and

go down to the pulpit and get 'hands' put on me.

and of course it's what i had to do.

i was in the line and made eye contact with the preacher

thinkin what a piece of shit he looked like (i had ho's)

and he saw me readin him.

when it was my turn he grabbed my head real tight

and it hurt and before i could say anything about it

there was a loud audible POP and for a second

dudes eyes rolled up in his head, then he caught

his balance and snapped his hands and body away

from me and left the church...

(we got to go home early and i never had to get

'prayed on again)

I AM KING BAD

I feel like some of my co-workers are from the Twilight Zone

NinaB said:

King, (1) Do you remember what it was the misty preacher said 2 you? (2) What did u do 2 make the 2nd preacher walk out the church?

1.) no... the moment he said it i ran BUT it wasn't somethin to fear unless you were four...

2.) when he had my head in his hands he got electricuted... the people that were close

heard and saw what happened BUT couldn't explain it to anyone and there was the

usual talks that took place after i past or left the room OR the ones that stopped as

i was approachin...

ROOMEdit

[Edited 9/15/16 18:24pm]

a few with mind readers....

KingBAD said:

NinaB said:

KingBAD said:

1.) no... the moment he said it i ran BUT it wasn't somethin to fear unless you were four...

2.) when he had my head in his hands he got electricuted... the people that were close

heard and saw what happened BUT couldn't explain it to anyone and there was the

usual talks that took place after i past or left the room OR the ones that stopped as

i was approachin...

ROOMEdit

[Edited 9/15/16 18:24pm]

1, wasn't something 2 fear unless u were 4? Please elaborate 2, Well! what can I say! I ain't getting on your wrong side! No sir!

when you're four old ladies with crooked fingers are scary

doesn't matter if they are the sweetest old ladies in the world

if they got crooked fingers they prolly eat babies...

whatever the fukkk dude was, nothin but that one thing

was understandable and i don't think i ever remembered

what it was he said or in what language but i unnastood it

perfectly (that may be what scared me)...

KingBAD said:

Lived in a haunted apartment. Went to the bathroom and the shower curtain rose above the poles by themselves. I was scared shitless and ran out!

My mom was sleeping in front of the TV with snow on the screen in the middle of the night. I woke her and turned off the TV. When I was walking back to the bedroom, the TV knobs spun over and over.

The last thing that happened was hearing someone walking in the kitchen in the middle of the night, like someone walking with boots. My mom and brother was in the bed with me and no one else in the house. After 10 minutes of hearing constant walking I got the nerve to go look out in the dark kitchen and still kept hearing walking. I turned on the light and no one was there..and the boots stopped walking all over me. SMH. My mom got the house blessed after her experiences too.

From there i never discounted ghost stories and take it seriosuly. There coule be some people faking it but I was terrified.

paisleypark4 said:

Good idea for a reality show.

There has been quite a few of these type of incidents in my family.

The day my father died, before we found out, my sister (11 years old at the time) heard someone outside and looked out and saw my dad sitting on the porch swing. She went to get our aunt, let her know he was there, but when they went outside he wasn't there.

About 3 years after my mom, (I was 7 when she passed, 10 when this incident occurred), I saw my mom at my aunt's house (my aunt raised us after mom died), and my mom was reaching towards me. I later told my aunt about it. My mom was wearing a baby blue skirt, white blouse, with a blue vest (which is what they dressed her in for her funeral), but then I described a brooch that was on my mom's vest to my aunt. My aunt went very pale, went into her room and came back with her jewewlry box, and pulled out the brooch I had described. I told her that was it and she said that it had belonged to their mother and my mom was supposed to be buried with it, but my aunt decided she couldn't part with it since it had belonged to her mom and had buried mom with a different brooch.

When I was 15/16, I had ran away from home, been gone for about 2 weeks, and told my friend I was going to be picked up that night as a run away. He told me I was crazy, that no one even knew where I was, but I was insistant. I just knew I was going to be picked up. He decided we'd circumvent that by going out and being gone most of the night. We got back home around 2 AM and when we got back home, I was in my room getting ready for bed, when he came up and knocked on the door, telling me there was someone there to see me. When I got downstairs, it was the police, and they took me in for running away.

His mom became my foster mom after that, and one day I got this bad feeling, something terrible had happened. I was living 300 miles from my nearest relative. I told my foster brother that I kept thinking something bad had happened to my sister. After 2 weeks of this, he talked his mom into letting me call home. A cousin answered the phone, told me my sister was okay, but said that they had just gotten back from my cousin Rhonda's funeral. Rhonda had been murdered, was only 11 years old (the same age as my sister), and I had lived with her and her mom for awhile and called Rhonda "lil' sis" while living with them. She had went missing two weeks earlier, the day I first got the "bad feeling".

When I was real little, one of my aunt's was into witch craft and would mess with a ouji board. One night they askd whether another aunt would ever see her previous husband again. He had died during a war, bomb had exploded, and he had lost a part of his skull. The ouji said "yes", my aunt asked, "when" and it said "now". She asked "where" and it said "basement". So everyone, drinking and thinking everyone else had somehow rigged it to say that, all headed toward the basement. Behind the water heater a shadow suddenly appeared, in the shape of a man, missing a part of its head. They ended up moving out of that house as fast as they could. I don't remember the incident itself, and it could just be family folklore, but I do remember that I had skates in the basement and they would not allow any of us kids to go into the basement to get anything out. My aunt left everything in that basement when they moved, washer and dryer, clothes, everything.

And there were several other incidents along those lines. My family was warped. But after Rhonda died, I remember saying, "I don't want it any more" being able to tell when something was going to happen, or knowing stuff. After that foster family, I moved into a group home. I had never been there before but when I got there, they took me to the director's office and I told them I had a feeling that I had been there before. I told them that I could describe the kitchen and said, "You have a brown and white checkered table cloth on the table." They decided to take me on a tour right then, and sure enough, there was a brown and white checkered table cloth on the table. I've had other incidents like that, of knowing when something was going to happen, just a feeling or just outright knowing. I don't like it because I can't control it and because I can't change the outcome when it happens, but I do have people that will confirm those incidents happened.

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(Come)
The spirit is calling
Here's a reason why
(Come)
If U had a chance 2 see the future would U try?

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I always wanted to be psychic, see ghosts and the future and the like, but it just wasn't in the cards for me.

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Until I got me some Tarot Cards.

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It started out as just for fun, cause I didn't really believe in any of that mumbo jumbo.

But after time I started seeing things in the cards that gave me pause.

And my readings for myself and for other people became increasing accurate.

Scarily accurate.

So I did what any skeptic would do in my situation.

I put them away and haven't touch them since.

I still don't believe any of that mumbo jumbo.

I think.

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