Strange Experiences...

[Henro]

I posted about this somewhere before, but can't remember where. If here at OTT, apologies.

We all probably have some strange experience during our lives, and probably more than one.

One I remember that popped into my mind today, happened when I was coming home from work years ago, driving my CJ7 jeep on a road that was barely passable, but ran from the river, and about a mile or two up to the road we are living on. It was late October, just before Halloween.

So I am coming up the road and I see what I thought was a manikin laying in the center of the path. I pulled to the right and passed it and looked down, and thought at the time, boy that sure looks realistic. To the point that I stopped, backed up and took another look. The chest was bare and it was wearing glasses, and I was impressed by the realistic impression.

For whatever reason, I opened the drivers door and used my left foot, to stomp down on the chest, expecting to hear a hollow thump. But it was like kicking a sold brick of meat!

I realized it was a real person! What a shock. A bit up the road I stopped at the first house, as there were NO houses between where I started up that road/trail until just before it reached the road I live on.

I told them I think I found a dead guy laying in the center of the road/trail, and asked if they could call the police. This was before cell phones were common.

Nothing came of it as far as I was concerned. I guess the old guy was taking a nature walk and had a hear attack or something.

Still remember my foot pounding on his chest though...

Strange experience to say the least. Affected me for a while, even today to some degree I suppose.

Just wondering if any others here have had strange experiences.

 

[DustyRusty]

When walking in the woods with the loggers showing them the boundaries of the property, we came across a dead body partially covered with leaves. Called the state police, and they hot-footed it out here. The first officer to arrive called it in as a deceased body, which brought a whole lot of additional resources on the way including the major crimes truck. Then the forensics guys started to examine the body more carefully, and when they pulled on the leg to get it out from under the leaves, the leg came off. It was a well-made mannequin. They weren't very happy when they saw that it was a hoax. It was a neighbor's kid that had done it for a Halloween prank a few years before and disposed of it in the woods on my land. It is probably still laying in the woods today since I never removed it. The next time I have trees harvested, the loggers will probably find it.

 

[NCL4701]

The farm I grew up on included a volunteer fire station on a small lot my grandfather had gifted them for that purpose. They ran a haunted hay ride sort of thing as a fund raiser at Halloween. Since they had just enough land to fit a fire station that meant they set it up and ran it on our place.

First year they did it, they mentioned it to my father and he said he didn’t care but he cared so little he didn’t remember to mention it to the rest of us and forgot about it himself. One of my jobs after school was to check on the cows and bees. It was one of my easier chores unless there was a problem that required attention. Due to some of the wildlife in the area, carrying a firearm was pretty routine.

So as I’m walking out the end of the wooded path up to the back of the bees, I see two rather rough looking fellows with an old pickup in the edge of the milo field 1/2 a mile from a road of any description hanging (as in hung by the neck until dead) a bloody dummy from a big oak limb. I was about 17 and knew a bunch of the guys at the firehouse but these guys I didn’t know and I knew nothing about a “haunted trail” fundraiser. I was taken aback to say the least but they had seen me, I had seen them, so there was no option to retreat. I asked them what they were doing. One of them said it was none of my business and he wasn’t answering to a boy. I took that as being quite aggressive and unacceptable. I was carrying a 30-06 on a strap on my shoulder so I flipped it off and asked him again with a chambered round and safety off, being careful not to point it at either of them, this time pointing out that I lived and worked the farm; they didn’t. They then explained what they were doing, said they had been told they had my father’s permission, we both apologized, and went on our way.

I told my father about it and one of his firehouse buddies did as well. He thought the whole thing was quite humorous as I got the crap scared out of me and so did a couple of the younger guys at the firehouse. They continued to do the haunted hay ride/trail in subsequent years without incident.

In the end not exactly kicking a corpse you thought was a mannequin but it was pretty unnerving for a few minutes.

 

[Fordtech86]

Watched my best friend in 4th grade get murdered, I guess you could say it was a strange experience

 

[lugbolt]

I growed up in an area that was less than stellar neighborhood.

stiffs were not uncommon on my walk to school.

Actually the day we were moving, there was snow coming down (heavy) and I hear gunshots again, some dude runs across the backyard with a bloody shirt on. No big deal, seen it before. He didn't make it. Bled out when he got hung up on the fence while trying to jump over it.

I remember a younger feller laying half in the road with half a head. And another a couple years later with an arm that was nearly about to fall off. Shot in the shoulder.

Mind you there were no cellphones at that time so it's not like they was gonna ask "can I use your phone", you had to run to the closest house and pray someone was home. I did find a house once, nobody answered the door so I just opened the door and went in to use their phone. Have no idea who lived there.

Oddly, about 20 years later, I was driving in a wildlife management area, in the hills, and ran off the orad, rolled my car and was able to get out safely. BUT, the phones don't work there. And, I'd been driving for at least an hour, with no signs of civilization anywhere. Well it's survival time, either eat what you kill, or sit by the road and hopefully someone would come by and stop. I walked the roughly 100 yards back up the hill to the road, and sat on a rock as to use up as little energy as possible. I wasn't there a minute and I hear a vehicle coming up the gravel road. Sweet maybe they're headed to town so I can call. Nope they just kept on going. Several hours passed, so I got up and started walking. Got to a cabin, nobody around and hasn't been in some time. Opened up a window, went in, made a call with their landline and in about an hour and a half a deputy showed up & give me a ride into town. Deputy wasn't very excited about it either.

 

[Joisey]

Back in the 80's I was working for a pharmaceutical company third shift. After i got off of work in the morning (we worked 11 pm to 7 am), I drove to my girlfriends house, got changed from my uniform into jeans and a work shirt and went to work at a junk yard for 5 hours. I was saving up to get married.

Anyway, an order comes in for a leather power seat from an 84 Cadillac. I drive my yard car to the Cadillac to remove the seat and bring it up for the customer. Since it was nearing noon, which is the end of my shift, another worker was supposed to help me remove the seat. Needless to say, the other worker never appeared.

The car in question was just a year old and had run under a tractor trailer which removed most of the roof, along with the drivers head. Blood was everywhere, but fortunately the seats were covered with plastic covers, like those you would see on a living room couch in the early sixties. The smell was indescribable.

The driver must have been tall, because the seat was on its lowest setting and pretty far back from the dash. The front bolts removed easily, along with the electrical connections. The back bolts were another story. I tore the blood soaked carpet to gain access to the bolts, which worked on the passengers side. The drivers side still fought me. Something kept getting in the way making removing the bolt impossible.

I grabbed what I thought was a piece of trash from under the seat, only to discover it was the left hand of the driver. Think rotten chicken smell in 90 degree weather, grey/green skin and cold to the touch with juice oozing from where the hand used to join the wrist.

Anyhoo, I loaded the seat onto my yard car along with the hand. The seat was shown to the customer after the plastic cover was removed and he was pleased. My boss asked me what took two people so long to remove one seat. I had the hand wrapped in an old lunch bag and threw it on his desk. I told him the hand he sent to help me was no help at all, and left for the day.

The police were called, along with the coroner, and the hand was buried with the rest of the body. Thank God this was pre- aids epidemic.

 

[Biker1mike]

Lots and Lots of alcohol and pot have long ago buried what will remain buried.

 

[D2Cat]

My younger brother could find things when no one else could. One day when he was probably about 12 he came home with a skull. Said he found it by the road where there was a ledge cut through to make it level.
I think it's in the Tokyo Museum.

 

[Ridelght]

Amazing....

 

[Henro]

Amazing....

X2!

 

[Lil Foot]

Where to begin. I have been present immediately after or as the first responder to 5 fatal vehicular deaths,
two in the dunes, the rest on pavement.
I was on the investigating team exam a fatal industrial accident the morning after the incident, involving a woman who fell headfirst into a solvent steam degreaser.
I was also in command as the fire captain responding to an underground tank explosion at our plant, and I called in the pros, resulting in the largest single HAZMAT response in the history of the city of Phoenix, 31 trucks. No injuries, thankfully.
I was also the first on scene when a maintenance man stopped breathing, but I was able to revive him.
He had plugged his clean air respirator into a N2 gas line.

One incident in particular has never faded, even after 40+ years; it involved a Ford station wagon with 11 family members in it, and an old 50s Chevy PU, loaded with red brick, and two guys in it.
The road was AZ260, west of Payson, AZ; it climbs up the Mogollon Rim, with mountain on one side, and steep cliffs on the other in the area where this happened. Two lane, narrow, twisty, steep, treelined.
It was about 4pm, and the station wagon was headed west downhill, into the sun glare.
Truck was headed east, uphill, crawling with a heavy load of red brick.
Station wagon lost the road in the sun glare, crossed the centerline, and hit the truck head on, DPS estimated speed was 60 for the wagon, 20 for the truck.
Both vehicles destroyed, most passengers ejected, because no one had seatbelts on, red bricks launched like missiles everywhere.
We were the 3rd car on scene; my mother was a RN, father former SSGT in the army, and I had a Red Cross rating in first aid as a lifeguard. We went to work.
Both drivers killed instantly, as were two others, one by a red brick to the face. We did the best we could with what little we had, then emergency vehicles from surrounding towns began to arrive.
After the pros took over, my father set a bunch of us to start clearing bricks from the highway.
About this time, a woman, who had been unconscious, came to, and began screaming (in Navaho) for her baby. Oh crap. None of us had seen a baby.
My father organized a spiral search.
About 10 mins later, I found the 1 1/2yr old baby. (later, DPS measured 83ft from the crash)
That sight will never leave me.


As a side note, we stopped at a gas station in Payson on the way home, and my folks told me to go wash up. I had no idea why I needed to wash, until I realized that everyone was looking at us like we were Freddy Krueger or something. Then I saw that my parents & I were covered in blood. After I washed, the gas station owner gave the three of us some clean mechanics shirts to wear home.

 

[mattwithcats]

I was doing some after Christmas shopping at Cloverleaf Mall, in Richmond Virginia, 1984…

I saw a classmate in Spencers Gifts, in the back, looking at the posters…

I said hello, he replied, I went on my way…

When I got back to school, I found out he had killed himself on Christmas Day,

three days before I saw him….

I wonder if he still haunts the Kroger that replaced the Mall?

 

[mattwithcats]

I routinely leave a Halloween skeleton, fully dressed, jeans and a Lowes Hardware t-shirt, tool belt, ball cap, and sunglasses, socks and boots, in the dead / empty space when remodeling a Kitchen.

In 25-30 years, when the next person remodels, they are going to have a shock when they remove the countertop…

 

[mattwithcats]

My neighbor in the 1970’s was an elderly lady named Betty.
Drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney…
Walked around with a bottle of Jack and a pack of unfiltered Marlboros
She lived to her upper 80’s…

One night, she woke up because of noises outside…
She tried to turn the light next to the bed on, power was out…
She could not find her glasses…
Bright yellow lights were swirling outside, and a large object was sitting in her backyard….!

She called my Dad, and he and I went over to investigate…

We found Betty’s glasses, gave her a flashlight, and told her the “aliens” were Virginia Power fixing the line…

 

[PoTreeBoy]

I was doing some after Christmas shopping at Cloverleaf Mall, in Richmond Virginia, 1984…

I saw a classmate in Spencers Gifts, in the back, looking at the posters…

I said hello, he replied, I went on my way…

When I got back to school, I found out he had killed himself on Christmas Day,

three days before I saw him….

I wonder if he still haunts the Kroger that replaced the Mall?

At my mother's funeral, I saw a cousin I hadn't seen in 30+ years. When I got over to where I saw him, he wasn't there. No one I asked had seen him, and acted like I was crazy to think he would travel 200 miles to his aunt's funeral. I've wracked my brain trying to think who else it could have been.

 

[Ridelght]

Back in 99, i worked at a Steel processing plant. I was not in shipping but wasn't far from the recessed docks that had dock locks. These drivers would check in with box trailers before docking. these drivers would often visit each other and hop across the bays to do so.
I had noticed a regular at the vending machine as trucks were backing in as usual. about 1 minute later heard screams as this guy ran down and thought he could make it past a truck backing into the Docklock.
He was smashed and impaled. 911 was called, he died there before life flight made it in.

 

[armylifer]

My son and I were 4 wheeling in and ORV area when we came upon a car that was covered in snow and appeared abandoned. This was strange in that area because it was an ORV park. People do not drive passenger cars there.

We brushed the snow off the driver side window and through what we thought was fog on the inside of the window there was a person in the driver seat. After peering in the window and knocking on it, getting no response from the person inside, we thought that it was an unconscious person. As it turned out, it was a man that had committed suicide by blowing his brains out with a rifle. The "fog" inside the windows turned out to be blood and brains that stuck to the glass.

As we were driving to the nearest town to report what we found there were three Sheriff Department vehicles that passed us from the opposite direction. We flagged down the last one and told him what we found and where. The guy's wife reported that she found a suicide note at home when she got off from work, telling what he was going to do and where she could find his body.

That was a strange thing to find on a 4 wheeling trip in the snow with my 15 year old son.

 

[Magicman]

What a horrible experience.

 

[Ridelght]

My son and I were 4 wheeling in and ORV area when we came upon a car that was covered in snow and appeared abandoned. This was strange in that area because it was an ORV park. People do not drive passenger cars there.

We brushed the snow off the driver side window and through what we thought was fog on the inside of the window there was a person in the driver seat. After peering in the window and knocking on it, getting no response from the person inside, we thought that it was an unconscious person. As it turned out, it was a man that had committed suicide by blowing his brains out with a rifle. The "fog" inside the windows turned out to be blood and brains that stuck to the glass.

As we were driving to the nearest town to report what we found there were three Sheriff Department vehicles that passed us from the opposite direction. We flagged down the last one and told him what we found and where. The guy's wife reported that she found a suicide note at home when she got off from work, telling what he was going to do and where she could find his body.

That was a strange thing to find on a 4 wheeling trip in the snow with my 15 year old son.

In the 80,s i had a Yamaha Banshee and brother in law had a Warrior. We used to frequent a strip mine that had lots of ponds from the excavating in Amish country. We never found anyone but after a lot of weekends id read in the paper where workers found bodies draining the water. Some were homicides some were suicides.

 

[dlsmith]

Back in the mid 70s, I was hauling gravel on to a job site where they were building a stretch of I-94. We would wait in line until our turn, pull up in front of a spreader box, back up to it, a guy would guide you into position and trip the tailgate open and signal you when to raise the dump box and when to pull away when your box was empty.
For some reason the guy ended up on the right side of the next truck and ran around behind the truck to get to the driver's side while the truck was already backing up. The driver was watching his left side mirror and didn't see the guy run behind his truck and slip and fall down. Before anyone could get his attention he had backed over the guy with his trailer axles. Killed him instantly. A sight I'll never forget.