Story 4:
When I was a little girl, around 8 or 9, I started to hear knocking in my room at night. It would go on for hours nonstop until I fell asleep. This happened for weeks at a time, mostly during the summer. By the time the knocking had continued for about three weeks straight, I started whispering, “Hey, if you need help crossing over, that’s fine. Just let me go to sleep.”
I never told anyone because I knew there had to be a rational explanation; I just hadn’t figured it out yet. It could have been a raccoon, the house settling, or even a creepy person. The knocking became less frequent over the years, and I eventually decided not to care. It faded away entirely.
Flash forward a few years — I was 12 when I started having issues with anxiety. I received treatment, but nothing seemed to help. They eventually sent me for a full workup. It turned out there was no raccoon, no house noises, and no creepy pervert making the sound. I had schizophrenia.
Story 5:
When I was a kid, I once faked a stomachache, so my granny would let me stay home. I’ve always been a bad liar, so she tried to call my bluff: she told me if I was too sick for school, then she’d be scheduling me a Dr’s appointment.
3 hours later, I was rushed into ER for immediate surgery. My fa:ke illness was actually appendicitis, and it was so inflamed that if I hadn’t come in that day, my appendix would have ruptured. I felt 100% fine that day, so faking sickness actually saved my life.
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Story 7:
I was out for dinner with my girlfriend, her sister, and her cousin, and our waiter was being kind of rude, rushing us a lot. Whatever, it was busy, so I kind of get it. I got a really bad impression of the place because of it.
Turns out, it was my dad’s cousin, whom I had never met.
Story 8:
I was engaged to a guy and thought we had the perfect relationship. We never fought, we were planning to upgrade from our apartment to a nice house, and he had been there for my daughter since she was a baby. Everything seemed great.
One night, I went to bed while he stayed up to play video games, like he often did. When I woke up, the house was eerily quiet. I couldn’t find him anywhere.
At first, I thought he might’ve gone to the store—but then I noticed his computer, his absolute pride and joy, was gone. In its place was his apartment key and a note.
The note said he had never actually loved me, but he loved my daughter deeply, and leaving her was the most painful thing he’d ever done. He ended it by telling me not to try to find him. And just like that, he was gone.
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Story 10:
I had a friend from high school invite me and three other friends over for what he described as a “party.” We thought that it might be a small gamer party with some nerdy board games or something, as there were only the three of us plus him and his wife.
His wife then proceeded to start an hour and a half presentation and tried to sell female beauty products to a group of males between the ages of 19 and 22. I was astounded.
