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I was driving through a rather desolate part of Australia 20 years ago with a friend. Suddenly there was this weird animal in the road. It was dog-like, but way bigger than a dingo. With wool-like fur hanging from its entire body. I slowed down because I was curious, but my mate panicked, and shoutet at me to drive, so I did. I have never seen anything like that animal since.

I was just moved to Italy. I knew no one and I had to do some history assignment for Uni. I went to the city archive looking for some documentation and I was incredibly lost.

Some middle age man approached me and starting helping me around. He talked with everybody there and they all respected them. He was really nice to me all the time. I got into the archive and got everything I wanted. But I was more creepied out each minute. The guy had starting talking about how spaniards(me) and italians needs to be friends because our shared history of friendship with Franco and Mussolini. At the end he asked for my number, he really looked like he was trying to recruit me. I gave him a fake one and moved away. Never got near that location again in all the the time I spent in the city.

Weird, I haven't thought about this in years and now twice in one day.

Went to a party as a teenager, decided to leave early because the vibe felt bad. Told a friend of mine we should go, he decided not to listen to me.

Friend ended up getting a concussion because he got drunk and slammed his head into a garage door, the cops were called by a neighbor when the drinking spilled out into the driveway and music got too loud.

Nobody died, plenty of alcohol poisoning and mild injuries since people tried to scatter when the cops pulled up.

I was snoozing in a hammock in a nearby park until morning. Walked home.

my little brother was really sick so i wanted to run some soup to him. he was staying with his girlfriends family out in an extremely rural area. it was after dark and i didnt know which house to go to, so i had to pull in to someones driveway to call him. the guy who lived there came out and stared us down until we pulled out, the vibe was incredibly hostile. i was afraid of getting shot or worse, being very queer and having my fiance with me. didnt do that again.

I like Eddie Murphy's attitude on haunted houses: "If I went in a house and a voice came out of the walls and said, GET OUT - I would Get. the Fuck. Out."

In our local pub in Scotland, they had a DJ in the back room on a Friday / Saturday night. One night some guy bumped into me and I felt something hit the floor by my feet, I looked down and it was a 12 inch serrated kitchen knife with tape on the handle, i looked up and it was some wee wideo ned. So I went over to my mate old him to finish his drink quickly as possible because we're getting the fuck out of there tonight.

About 2 weeks ago, packing a few belongings and my cats into a car to evacuate from an impending flood. Didn't know when I would be back home or what condition it would be in when I did.

Was BBQing in backyard at my old house and a strong wind knocked the grill over starting a fire. I tried putting it out, but it spread super fast and eventually got so hot, I had to escape it going through a window because the way back through the back door was totally engulfed. Shit started singing my hair and I was still a good 10 feet away from the fire when I finally said I need to get out of the backyard and hope the FD shows up before it set the house on fire.

I'm feeling that right now for this planet, really badly.

I was like 12 and I was baby sitting two ~eight year olds. Went to the local elementary with them to use the big toy. There was a group of three boys there and one had what looked like a real gun, yes this was in America. I said NOPE! and immediately turned my kids and myself around and got out of there as fast as possible

The other one was when I was about the same age and my best friend and I were walking around in the neighborhood by her house. It wasn’t a nice area but it’s not like anywhere I spent time was. Some man in his like 40s probably rolled up to us in his big yellow car and started talking to us to get in his car and go to his house, he was drunk, we told him if he told us where he lived we would walk there if he would go buy us beer. He kept hitting his chest like in the wolf of Wall Street and talking nonsense, I tried to scoot away to look at his license plate but he snapped at me to come back. Eventually we got him to agree to go buy us beer in exchange for us walking to his house. As soon as he started driving away we ran as fast as we could back to her house and called the cops and told them everything, including where the guy lived since he told us

Rise of the Nazis part deux

The whole Donald Trump 2 saga

I had just finished smoking a joint, and was walking towards a garbage to throw away my butt when I heard 17 gunshots about a block away. I ran behind a building until it stopped and then bolted inside