8 way skydive. Two friends were getting married and they wanted to do a wedding jump for their ceremony.

Not a big deal, but the two getting married were very inexperienced jumpers with less than 100 jumps each. The rest of us were all highly experienced with hundreds if not thousands of jumps. At the time I was sitting a bit over 2000 jumps and was active on both 4-way and 8-way competition teams. (Not my videos, but fair representations of what I was doing at the time).

We planned a jump which would put the newlyweds at the base where they would not need to do a whole lot. Unfortunately the bride had the bright idea that she wanted to come in and dock on the formation, which she did not have the skill set for. I coached her on several jumps having her dock on me. She was terrible, but she did manage to dock on me the last two coach jumps. Part of my coaching was what to do if she goes low and finds herself under the formation and unable to get back up. People falling together fall slower than an individual.

Fast forward and we have a practice jump about a month before the wedding. The groom goes out with another experienced jumper in the base, the bride next then the rest of us diving out.

Well, the bride misses the formation, much like I figured she would. Except she doesn’t follow her training and she just sits there under the formation. She was about 500 feet under the formation when she starts waving off, which is the signal she’s about to deploy her main parachute. The formation breaks and tracks for their lives, which we literally were.

She deploys and it turned out that I was closest to her. I passed less than 20 feet away doing 120mph where she was slowing to less than 10mph. She later said I sounded like a jet airplane passing by. Had we hit, it would have been fatal.

I grounded her and gave her a good chewing out. We spent the next weekend doing more coaching and I told her if she wanted to do the jump she had to be in the base.

The wedding day came, but unfortunately the weather the day sucked and we didn’t get to do the jump that day. We did it about a month later where the jump went pretty well and safely.

Raped at gunpoint.

Parasailing - I was too small for the harness part and wasn’t secured correctly. I spent the whole time paralyzed after I realized what was wrong.

Thank you for asking. Every day that goes by these memories feel more and more like a dream or hallucinated memory, but I trust the kid that I was.

It’s a 3 part series all in the same house in Austin, Tx over 5 or 6 years.

Part 1 I moved to Austin, Tx in the 90s with my parents and brother. It was a little over a week in the house, I later learned a single family had lived there previously and had built the house, its bed time on a school night and we are all in dark and in our rooms. I hear a toy gun noise, it was very popular in the 80s and 90s a space blaster that made a variety of noises, go off behind a wall or closed door. My father yells, “Batmancer! Turn off your tv and go to bed!” I shoutply, “It is! That wasn’t my tv!” He says loudly “okay”. The next year a family friend comes to visit for a while. Assumably the same amount of days had passed since my friend’s arrival and my family’s first arrival the year before, I didn’t count the days either time, just something I noticed after this night. So we are in my room late at night hanging out, we were talking after playing games for a while. There was some quiet moments, then my friend says, “Did you hear that?” I asked what. He said “That weeooo weeeoooo weeeooo” he described the space blaster sound. I lit up with shock and excitement because I did not hear the sound that time! No one else in the house did either that night, only him.

Part 2 Many months go by, over a year. I am woke up one night in my bed by a feeling that there is a presence in my room. I felt intense fear and worry that someone was in my room. I have the blanket held up to my face, peaking over the edge of it at the dark room surrounding me. I pray to a god I don’t believe in. “Please god let the light turn on” over and over for under a minute, I don’t know how long I would’ve kept saying it but I stopped. Because the light turned on. I am a grown adult man crying writing this, not sobbing my wife hasn’t noticed and is watching The Rookie but still I am crying(I love that I can cry so freely these day). Anyways yea, that fucking light turned on. I have doubts that maybe in some adrenaline fueled fear I did it so fast and got back under the covers I didn’t record it to memory. I don’t know. So I run to my parents room and wake up my dad. I say, “(events) I don’t know if it’s a ghost or an alien or what.” He replys in a tired and uninterested tone, “Well Batmancer obviously it’s a nice ghost or alien because it turned the light on for you.” I return to my room with complicated feelings but mostly just shock and trying to feel better by convincing myself, that I guess my dad is right. I got back in bed and fell asleep eventually with the light still on.

The Final and Loudest Encounter. Years go by, I’m a young teenager alone at home. I’m making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the kitchen, there is an office room through an open double door threshold at one side of the kitchen. I hear, click, from the office. I lean back to glance into the room, nothing. I continue with sandwich, all that’s left is the smooth out the jelly. I hear it again. I place my butter knife on the counter and head into the office. I cross through the threshold, I am 6 feet away from a computer on a desk in the corner next to a window.

I notice the office chair, a spinny one on wheels you know the kind, is slowly spinning around. Slow enough that perhaps the window is open and there is a draft? I approach the window to investigate, nothing. The air conditioning? Nope. Is my brother actually home and there is a string tied to this? No strings. The chair had been spinning so slowly that it had not made a full rotation yet. At this time I’m standing behind the chair looking at the computer in hibernation mode, dark screen and yellow lights in the tower, the chair has not reached a point in rotation that it is about to face directly at the computer. At the right moment of chair aligned to desk, I place my hands on the back of the chair and stop it.

A woman’s scream erupts from the speakers of the computer, the kind of speakers that would let you know a phone call was coming, I am in shock and I think this is the most elaborate prank my brother has ever played. I was or am computer savvy, I wake up the computer and look to see if anything looks amiss like the computer running a program that fakes hibernation and screams when your friends get close. Nothing. I accept this may be real. I return to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife we had, sat in the corner, and closed my eyes. Ghosts are invisible so I was going to rely on my spirit senses to try to defend myself. I can’t remember how long I sat there, but I said, “if you’re gonna kill me then kill me already.” I believe over 5 minutes pass. I put the knife back and return to the computer room.

I think of all that has happened in the house. I place my hand on the wall and close my eyes. I say, “I don’t know what you were trying to tell me or why you’re here, but if you’re living here with me and family. I love you and I hope you’re okay.”

That was the last weird thing that happened that anyone noticed.

Epilogue: That was in the 90s as I said before, just this past year I have developed a new perspective on what and why it all meant, thanks to a random friend of a friend at party and sharing this story. Also I spoke with my mom about it again and apparently my brother shared his own story with her.

So I shared the story with her, and I said I don’t know why or what any of it meant and it took me many years to accept there are things I will never know in life. She said in a very plain and innocent tone, “Oh, it’s sounds like it was little girl playing games, then being curious about me one night, and then playing in the spinny chair and I startled her when I stopped it.” I cried then and I’m crying again. I will never know but that made the most sense out of everything I thought of over the years. After that I asked my wife if it was okay for me to invite her to our new place in case she was lonely wherever she was. My wife said it was okay. I did, I felt afraid but I did and I told her I hope she’s doing good. I had some trouble sleeping that night but still felt like it was a good thing to do. No sign of her yet. I still love you and hope you’re okay, whatever you are.

My brother told my mom, he saw a little girl like figure hanging around his room some nights but that she never did anything mean or confrontational nice or otherwise to even acknowledge my brother.

I grew up in a small coal town where we (kids) would get up to trouble after dark.

one night we decided to go explore the mines and entered through the railway.

we were looking around when a security guard spotted us and started to chase us and we booked it back towards the way we came.

we didn’t know it at the time but they were bringing empty cars in to fill and the tail lights didn’t work. add to that, the coal belts were running which are very loud and almost undistinguishable from a train moving over rails. basically the air was filled with loud sounds and we were running scared.

as we were running out the narrow exit between the fencing, the cars came out of nowhere. I was lucky enough to jump out of the way and only got some cuts on my elbows from sliding down the rocky embankment. one of my friends wasn’t so lucky. he hit his head on the side of the steel car and got knocked back and the wheels rolled over both his legs basically crushing them off like a dull knife.

when the cars stopped I went back and saw the carnage of his severed legs, blood everywhere. even the smell…

he almost died that night, in hindsight it would have been better if he had. after that he was never the same. stuck in a wheel chair and had massive brain damage from the initial hit.

most my young life I thought about how easily that could have been me, and it just fucked me up.

So back in college a buddy and I subleased an apartment over the summer because our dorm was closed. The basic layout is that you walked in via the living room, with a hallway that headed toward the back. Off the hallway on one side was a galley kitchen with a narrow doorway (maybe an inch or two wider than my shoulders). A few steps forward on the other side was my roommate’s room, and my room was straight at the end of that hall.

One night I wake up hungry so head towards the kitchen. It’s pitch black, but for some reason my roommate slept with his door open so not being a dick I just walked down the hall in the dark (it was a straight shot and when I opened the fridge I knew the light would turn on so I’d be fine). I turn to walk into the kitchen and bumped into someone - you know that kind of soft/give when you walk into somebody. Assumed my roommate had gone into the kitchen for something and also wasn’t turning on the lights so said “Sorry dude” and flipped on the light switch right then (it was right next to my right hand - no delay between the bump and the light AT ALL). Except it wasn’t him (goddammit I’m getting goosebumps typing this right now).

There was no one there. Period. But there was also no way it was my roommate. Narrow doorway so he couldn’t get around without touching me, and the time between the bump and the light coming on was immediate. With the light now I turned around and could see my roommate through his door, sleeping in his bed peacefully.

There were other things that happened that summer to kind of indicate the place was haunted - things move around or go missing (but attributed that to forgetfulness or pranks), and sometimes pipes would be banging up until I’d ask the ghost to stop because I had class or whatnot in the morning (but there I figured I’d subconsciously gotten used to however long it took for it to stop on its own so it was coincidence).

But to this day I have NO viable explanation for who/what I bumped I to that night.

Going 80km/h on a scooter in Thailand driven by someone without a license and no helmet

When I walked in on a 17 year old kid and two of his older friends stomping on a homeless guy in a cocaine fuelled rampage. I almost had to stab the kid because he didn’t realize I already had my knife out… luckily one of his friends suddenly wasn’t in the mood to beat the shit out of me and stopped him.

I was doing backcountry snowboarding on a mountain I grew up near. It’s not anywhere near an established ski resort so there’s no mapped out sections or any safety measures. I was with a group and we were mostly sticking together, but I didn’t want to wait for them to smoke a cigarette so I just went ahead.

The ride itself was a ton of fun and probably the craziest line I’ve ever hit. I bombed it out of the bottom because I could see there was a big flat section coming and I didn’t want to walk through the snow to get out. I rode as long and far as I could, but eventually stopped as I didn’t have enough speed. I was in the middle of a big clearing and didn’t see really any other tracks, but it was late spring and where I was was pretty icy. So I unstrapped and stepped off of my board, picked it up, and started walking toward our meeting spot.

Apparently the clearing I was in was not so much just a nice meadow. Nope, it was a pond. I don’t know how many steps I took before I just fell straight through the top layer. Now I don’t know if the water had just backed up there from an ice floe and then maybe the dam melted and it all went away, but what I do know is that I landed with my armpits on my board and I was dangling.

Thankfully I was a strong little shit, so I pulled myself right up and was able to spread my weight out using my board and otherwise. But when I looked into the hole I had made, it was like fifteen feet straight down to a bunch of big rocks. Had I fallen in, I have no idea if anyone would have been able to find me.

I wasn’t too scared then, but it hits me now and again how utterly close to death I was just then. Terrifying.

There was a 3-week period in highschool where I would hallucinate daily with figures zooming accross my peripheral vision and hearing people scream my name while home alone.

I was mainly scared that it went worse over time but then it suddenly started getting better and I am fine now.

I don’t have spooky, but I’ve almost ‘died’ a few times (At least felt like I was dying):

• Getting very light-headed and my vision becoming bright, and almost passing out due to dehydration and hunger multiple times in my life (A few when I was young, at work, and I think a few times at home)
• Getting very dizzy, light-headed, and nauseous. Was my 1st time in an ambulance. Was fucked up on drugs they gave me that made my so exhausted, I couldn’t sleep at all.
• More light-headedness due to drastic dietary changes
• A pain that fucked my stomach up so bad, I though I was giving birth (I imagined it hurt as bad as birth, but through the stomach). After 30 agonizing minutes of it, a weird pressure feeling came over it (like a relieving feeling), and it started going away.

I’ve not had a great time.

I was hiking in Pennsylvania off the established trail and following a “bushwhacking” guides trail with a friend. We stopped to set up camp for the night as it was going to be dark soon and when we were heating up food I noticed a pair of eyes off in the near distance around some bushes. I kept an eye out while we ate and didn’t notice it come closer but we started hearing more noises around us so we decided to grab our hatchets and just go lay down in our hammocks for the night hoping to keep out of sight.

Whatever it was came into our camp and was snooping around, I think there were a bunch of them because it sounded like more than one set of “footsteps.” We heard a bunch of howling in the distance that night but I’m not sure if it was related to what was in our camp. I’ve never been more afraid in my life except maybe for the much less interesting time when I had a panic attack so severe I thought I was dying and actually passed out for a few seconds lol I’ve had plenty of severe panic attacks but that one was miles worse.