But yes, I did once. I didn't just pull a Houdini and leave. I told her she was a gold-digging cow and then left. After only a few dates, she had our whole future together planned out and it was mostly me working my a** off to buy her things while she lived a luxurious life as a housewife with a maid and a nanny. She also told me that we would get married when I had enough money to buy her a Dodge Viper as a wedding present.
Yup... Pouring gas onto a dying fire... Thank god there was only about a half cup in the gas can or I probably would have been dead... Watching the fire trail fly up into the nozzle of the can was the "OH F*CK, I'M DEAD" moment. Like I said, there was almost nothing in the gas can, but even the little bit that was in there caused the can to mini-explode. It puffed out and blew the nozzle off...
Yep... I was standing in a hallway with one foot on the ground and the other against the wall. I started tipping over and my foot stuck to the stucco wall. I came down right on my knee, couldn't straighten it, but forced it. I heard a god-awful crunch, the pain from the crunch made me see stars, and could I barely walk... But I was damned if a little fall was going to make me look like a girl private in front of my friends. So, I hobbled around the the evening. A month later, I couldn't take the pain anymore and went to the doctor. He e-rayed it and said I'd be fine because it was just a little tear. Another month later and it was swollen to a little smaller than a bowling ball. I went to another doctor who actually did his job. I'd torn a few ligaments and fractured my patella. One rod, six pins, a leg cast, and 12 weeks later, I was better, but still limping. And, I've had horrible arthritis in the knee ever since.
Have you ever broken up a fight that was none of your business? (i.e., you're in a bar, restaurant, or just walking down the street and two people start fighting... or start having a really loud argument... And you stepped in to calm the situation down?)
Yes two black girls were putting a beating on this white girl and after a bit I stepped in the middle and told them she had had enough, don't think they agreed, can't remember what I said after that but it must have worked because they and the three guys behind then turned and left.
Outwardly, no. However, I once called the cops on someone who pi***d me off, scared me, AND I thought they were doing something wrong. When I was 12, the people who lived across the street from my mom's house moved out. A builder bought the house, but left it sitting. 3 years later, it was falling apart. Two black guys were sitting in a van in front of the house (this is a VERY white neighborhood). They sat there for like 2 hours with their stereo pumping out the bass. Oh, did I mention, it was 11PM when they arrived? I couldn't sleep, I was pi***d, and I was a little worried that they were just sitting there. Then, it sounded like they were having an argument, so I called the cops. Being a "very" white neighborhood, 6 squad cars and 2 unmarked police cars showed up for 2 black guys. After unloading their entire van, frisking them, and basically harassing them for an hour, the owner of the abandoned house showed up. Apparently, he had hired these guys to salvage anything they could (copper pipes, copper wire, etc.) before he knocked the house down. They got there hoping to start, but they didn't have the key. They called the owner who drove down from Wisconsin to give them the key. So, the moral of the story is this... If you show up for a job and you have to wait 2-3 hours to meet with the boss, go get something to eat, go home and take a nap, or just be inconspicuous until he arrives.
Have you ever talked your way out of a speeding ticket?
Yes. The house I now live in has several ghosts. After a lot of research and talking to the previous owner, I've figured out who a couple of the ghosts are.
One is a dog. He tends to hang out in the kitchen. Occasionally, I see him walk across the room or see him laying by the stairs that lead to the family room. The previous owner claims this is her dog.
Another is a little boy in a christening dress. This is the previous owner's son who passed away. I thought it was a little girl until I mentioned it to the previous owner and she burst into tears explaining that she buried her son in his christening dress.
The previous owner claims that there are two other ghosts. After I first moved in, I heard a man ask what my name was and a few hours later, tell me to "stop it!" when I was pounding nails into a bookshelf I was building. It was very clear and very close. I know it wasn't a neighbor and I was here by myself. But I never heard this person again. The previous owner (and she was the first owner of the house) said she heard two men talking when she lived here. She had no idea who they were because nothing was here before this house. This was a cornfield. But she swears she heard two different men call her name, she'd hear them having conversations with one another, and she said her husband and kids also heard these two men asking where she was if she wasn't home. I heard one man's voice when I first moved in a few years ago, but it looks like that one (or two) have moved on...
Before moving here, I lived in a condo. I always had a strange feeling that someone was watching me. That feeling seemed a little "bad." But nothing ever hurt me. It just FELT like it wanted to hurt me. It's hard to explain.
In that condo, there was a point where I had strep throat and I was on antibiotics. I was supposed to take my pills twice a day. I chose to take them at noon and midnight. One night, I fell asleep around 10 PM and woke up to a banging sound in the kitchen. When I went to investigate, no one was there. However, my pill bottle was on the counter (I left it on top of the refrigerator) and it was only a few minutes after midnight. I took my pill and went back to bed. A few days later, the same thing happened. This time, since I remembered that the banging sound was nothing (probably a neighbor the other day or something), I just went back to sleep. The banging continued and got louder and louder. I finally went to check it out. Again, my pill bottle was on the counter and I can only estimate, but it seemed like the banging began around midnight. I also had a girlfriend at the time who would sometimes spend the night. She took birth control pills at 5 AM when she'd wake up for work. On days she wasn't working, she would often sleep past 5 AM and take her pill at 7, 8, 9, or whenever she woke up. But, when she did that, she'd always comment about how she should take them at the same time every day. Well, after spending the night at my place and making that comment once, she never had to worry. If she slept past 5 AM, the entire bed would shake, but she said she could actually feel someone pushing down on her side of the bed to wake her up. It freaked her out the first time until I explained that I had some weird pill-fanatic ghost. After that, if he shook the bed, she'd take her pill and go back to sleep. After talking with neighbors who'd lived in the building for many years, I discovered that the first owner of my unit was a doctor. Maybe that had something to do with it.
Another incident (this actually happened before the pill incident) was that my tools never seemed to stay broken. I know this is just weird as hell. So, I was installing a mini-bar in the living room and a finishing nail was sticking up. Instead of going to get a hammer, I picked up my DeWalt drill and whacked the nail with the back of the drill. The nail went into one of the vent slots and I heard a little snapping sound. When I pulled the trigger on the drill, it made a god-awful grinding noise. I finished up my project and left my mess laying there. I just bought the condo and hadn't moved in yet. I was doing some remodeling first. So, I left. I was busy for a few days and when I eventually got back to the condo, my drill was missing. I'd left it on the floor next to the mini-fridge I was going to put in the mini-bar. Eventually, I found it between some boxes that were on the window sill. I didn't remember putting it there and no one else had keys to get in. I was using my drill and it worked great. I even remember commenting to myself, "man, this thing's working better than it did when it was new." Then, I remembered whacking the nail with it and how it was making that grinding noise. I just passed it off as maybe I shook it and it started working the right way. However, a few weeks later, I was using a circular saw to cut some baseboard. The condo had an unfinished loft (it didn't even have stairs leading to it). I put in a spiral staircase and laid hardwood floors in the loft. I was putting in baseboard and I ended up tripping. I almost went right over the edge (I hadn't installed a railing yet). While I was able to stop myself, I ended up kicking my circular saw over the edge and it took a 15 foot fall. I went downstairs, picked it up and it was dead. I couldn't get it to work at all. I put it in the closet and figured I'd take it to be repaired or just buy a new one depending on the price difference. The next day, the circular saw was right back on that window sill where I found the drill. And... The saw worked like a dream! I couldn't figure it out. I just couldn't figure out how it moved from the closet and how it fixed itself. After several months, I was talking to one of my neighbors who was close friends with the the previous owner's husband. He told me that the lady I bought the unit from had a husband who'd died (under mysterious circumstances - and she had a boyfriend move into the unit within a few DAYS of her husband's death). Anyway, after he retired, the husband started a little tiny business at home. He repaired tools. In fact, he'd buy old tools at garage sales, fix them up, and then sell them for a small profit in the "Penny Saver" (a free newspaper for buying and selling merchandise - kind of like a paper craigslist).
And finally, after I moved into that condo, I saw an episode of Stargate SG-1. I liked the show and decided to buy the series on DVD. I started watching the series and whenever I'd sit down and start watching, I'd get a strange feeling that someone was in the room with me. Occasionally, I'd smell a "sweet" tobacco smell, too. I was living in a condo with 5 other units around me, so I figured the smell was a neighbor smoking and it was just wafting up to my unit. Well, during one of my conversations with the neighbor who was friends with the previous owner's husband, he mentioned that he and the husband used to get together on Friday nights. Apparently, their wives would go out to play bunco or bridge or something and these two guys would order a pizza, watch the new episode of Stargate SG-1, and then play cards.
Oh yeah, one other thing... I made a discovery about a year after I moved in there. I was in a top floor unit and I had an attic. While putting some boxes into the attic, I was sitting on the rim of the hatch. To get into the attic, there was a hole in the ceiling. So, I'm up in the attic, sitting at the rim, and a friend was passing me a few boxes of Christmas ornaments. While I was waiting for him to get the next box, I saw a piece of plastic sticking out from the insulation around the edge of the hatch. I pulled it out and made an interesting discovery... It was a ziploc bag. Inside was a pipe and a small bag of vanilla-cinnamon tobacco. I asked the neighbor about it and he said that the previous owner's husband (BTW, the husband's name was Don) was a pipe smoker. His wife hated it and would throw out his tobacco and pipes if she ever found them. In fact, he kept a pipe and tobacco at this neighbor's place for their Friday night game-night. In addition to that one, he must have also started hiding a pipe and tobacco in the attic. I'm guessing he'd pull it down and smoke out on the balcony when his wife wasn't around. I didn't know what to do with it, so I showed a few friends, told them the story, and then tucked it back into the insulation in the attic. I actually typed out the story and put it in the plastic baggy, too. I figured it might be something interesting for the next owner who finds it.
And, I'm going to ask the same question...
Have you ever had a ghost or similar in a house you've lived in?