There was a small door that led to attic space in my bedroom (11 yrs old to 13) and it became habit that I would shut the door as I walked into my bedroom a couple times a week. I didn't think anything of it, just assumed my mom didn't close it all the way when she left it.
After a while I made the mistake of joking with her when she made a comment about me not picking up after myself, I said something like 'every night I have to close the attic door behind you, how about you shut it all the way when you're done?' She then informed me that she hasn't been in the attic in months. Asked my brother... nope. Asked my father... nope. So then I started to pay really close attention to it. Making sure it was closed in the morning, checking it after school, checking blaster dinner. Then head up to bed and... open.After a couple months of wondering, studying, experimenting, I thought I'd see what happens if I just don't shut it. Opened the door before school and checked it after school, still ooen. Checked it after dinner, still open. Before bed, still open. Now I'm laying in bed, mind going crazy with the open door across the room. Decide to check it out so I roll over and focus on the black space into the attic... to see a face staring back at me. Bolt downstairs, wake parents, get ridiculed by brother, switch bedrooms w brother, move into new house about 6 months later (due to expanding household). New physics teacher and his wife bought our house.I could've forgotten all about that event and chalked it up to me having an over-active mind. But then my senior year I discovered how awesome our physics teacher was. Became my favorite class and by far, my favorite teacher. End of senior year my friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, doing mostly silly things, but then took it to my old house to see what they've done with the place. We got a very fun tour, I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad did that were still part of the house.Then the wife leads us upstairs to show us the sewing room. I ask (jokingly), 'Notice anything strange in this room?' and her face goes blank. On camera, she asks what I mean and I try to shrug it off but end up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she comes up to sew, the attic door is open. She then tells us that the second day of being in the house, their dog (German Shepherd) had gone into the room but would not go back downstairs. He started barking and could not be consoled, and then jumped through the window, landing on the tin roof over the porch and then running off. The dog did not come back until the next day and has not stepped foot into the hallway that leads upstairs since.I had the initial thought that I could show my parents and brother the story I had on film but I decided to just let it be. nocatsonmelmac
When I was in uni I lived by myself, it was a nice little studio unit behind a house in a fairly decent area. I would honestly think nothing of walking places at night, there was a 24 hour MacDonald's and a 7 eleven that I would walk to, often between 12am to 3am since I was a massive night owl.Well one day after finishing an essay at about 2 in the morning I decided I was hungry but didn't really have anything easy to cook so I decided to walk down to the 7 eleven and grab a pie or something. However as soon as I opened my door I was overcome by a suffocating feeling of fear, my heart started pounding, I started shaking, the works. Telling myself that this was ridiculous I walked out to the street with the intent to still go but that was as far as I got. I was terrified for no reason that I could understand, but no less intensely despite that. I ran back inside and ate dry cereal.Later the next day I heard about a group of drunk guys that were causing havoc down near the intersection at the 7 eleven, they'd beaten up someone from my uni. Even though I can't explain it, I'm convinced something bad would have happened to me that night if I had ignored that feeling and gone anyway.vivian_lake
I was in first grade, hanging out at recess with a friend. He was shooting some hoops outside and I was playing DS, sitting on the pavement. I remember him asking me if he could make a shot from half way across the court. I told him he could try but he probably wouldn't make it while looking at my DS.Suddenly, my dad asks me what I mean, and when I look up I'm sitting on my living room carpet, talking to my dad, and it's dark out. I was sitting in the same position, playing the same game, same level, and same exact spot in the level. Everything continued normally that night, and I didn't tell anyone at the time, but looking back it is really freaky. I thought it was a dream for the longest time, but thinking about it it didn't really feel like a dream, and I don't really remember dreams that well.RedGiant925
I posted this a long time ago but when I was younger my mom was dating this guy (who we will call JB) and after a few months he invited my mom, me, and my brother to go with him and his son (about my age) out to his lake house for the weekend. It was right on Lake Michigan but up in a more secluded area which was pretty awesome. Well we got up there and for one I already felt really creeped out. It was a smaller two (maybe 3 if you count the really big attic) story house that had the living room/dining room/kitchen on the first floor and had 2 bedrooms on the second floor.His grandfather had helped to build the place with his (the grand fathers) dad and then he lived their for most of his life working as a tailor in the nearby town. We went up to the attic to get some beach toys because that's where JB kept all of that stuff so he didn't have to haul it every time he went out there. Well when we went up to the attic I noticed in the corner covered in some dust and cobwebs about 8 mannequins, some just upper torsos and some full body. Not to out of the ordinary considering a tailor had lived there.Me and JB's son slept down in the living room on the couch since there were no more beds, and near midnightish I heard on of the stairs squeak a few times. Figuring it was my mom coming to check to make sure we were asleep I told his son to be quiet and quickly turned the TV off and hid under the covers. After not hearing any noise for a few minutes I looked out from under the covers and saw three of the mannequins moving around in the kitchen. Like their body parts weren't moving but they were sliding around the kitchen.I swore I was dreaming but was so terribly frightened I hid back under the covers with a small yelp and then heard the dragging on the floor coming closer and peaked out seeing one of them just a few feet from the couch. I hid back under the covers and shut my eyes tight hoping it would go away.The next morning I got up and tried not to think about it, really really hoping it was just a bad dream but when we went back up to the attic to put the beach stuff back the mannequins were in different spots and weren't covered in cob webs any more..... Don't believe me if you don't want to but it happened and I've been scared s**tless of mannequins ever since.Nexaz
When I was 6 years old, I had a cat named Buster. Buster was actually my step-dad's cat, but because I never had a cat before, I claimed him as my own. Suffice it to say, Buster didn't like being hugged and coddled all the time by a little child, so he hated me. He avoided me at all costs. He was also an outdoor cat, so he would often spend most days outside and then come in for the night.One night, Buster didn't come back in the house. We usually fed him at night, so I was worried. Our area was also well-known for an abundance of coyotes. My parents were being a bit hush-hush about Buster's disappearance, but I didn't get the hint. That night, when I was drifting off to sleep, Buster jumped onto my bed. He lay down by my head and let me pet him until I fell asleep. Honestly, I was shocked because he had never done this before.The next morning, I triumphantly walked downstairs and related to my parents that Buster now loved me because he slept in my bed during the night. My parents looked at me inquisitively and sat me down at the breakfast table to let me know that while they were outside the night before, they had found Buster's body in the alley behind our house. They thought he had been harassed by a coyote. But, he was dead, so he couldn't have slept in my bed that night.To this day, I like to think that Buster just wanted to say goodbye and thank me for trying to love him in the only way a child knew how.gutenmorgenbaltimore
In my childhood home I would often hear touch typing coming from the computer downstairs early in the mornings. I didn't think much of it at first - my parents worked from home and it wouldn't be uncommon to wake up in the morning to hear Mum typing away at the computer.One day I got up and called out to Mum assuming she was down there working as I could hear typing. No answer. No one was down there at all. I was sure I heard typing. This began happening regularly. I figured I was so used to hearing typing from downstairs that I was hearing things that weren't there, so I didn't mention anything to anyone figuring I was going a bit crazy.This happened on and off over a period of 6 months. The sound of fast typing and fast, furious clicking of a mouse as if someone was frustrated.One morning I was eating my breakfast when I heard Mum at the top of the stairs call out to me, "You're not down there on that computer already?!" I froze and ran out to her. I was amazed she had heard it too; she was convinced she could hear typing, yet no one was down there. I told her about all the times I'd been hearing it and then my sister opened up about hearing it regularly too when no one was down there. I wasn't crazy after all.I set out to try catch whatever was causing it and to try discover a rational explanation for it. I'd sprint out of my bedroom, to the top of the stairs where I was able to look down into the room to see if anyone was at the computer. No such luck; every time I got there it stopped.I think it went on for a couple of years and we learnt just to kind of live with it as it wasn't every day.I was down there once when the ceiling light globe in the center of the room began flashing very fast, strobe-like. It then exploded and glass went shattering all across the room. I was lucky I ran out of the room when it started happening because I was scared (the whole mysterious typing, you know). If I hadn't ran I would've been hit with bits of light bulb.Around that same time I was on the computer at home by myself when something happened that resulted in me never being alone in that room again. I felt and heard this really sharp intake of breath directly behind my right shoulder near my ear. I've never ran so fast in my life and was hesitant going in that room ever again. Prior to that, the whole typing thing had just been something weird and a bit spooky - not scary. Still makes my heart race when I think about it today.Have never really encountered anything like this before or since all those events. I don't particularly believe ghosts either but I'm open to the possibilities of "something" in which scientists don't have a proper explanation for yet.Maccas75
Pretty sure I lived in a haunted house for awhile. Strange things.For one I always felt like I was being watched in my room, and if I had the door open to the hallway I would SWEAR I'd see someone walk by out of the corner of my eye.We had two cats and someones they'd be in my room sleeping and then all of a sudden they would sit bolt up and stare at the door, and nothing I did could move them for a long time. This happened often.One day in my bathroom the shelf that had my sister's beauty stuff randomly lose hold of all of the items. The thing was the shelf wasn't lose or hanging and all the stuff had to bounce out of a two inch high lip into the sink.One time in the middle of the night my sister's 100+ year old dresser she got as a gift from our grandma just "fell" over. This thing weighed a ton and it was built like a tank. Sister said she heard the sound of someone pushing.Mom and sister used to yell at me for sneaking around the house...only I wasn't home or I was in my room. They said they saw a man in shadows that was about my height.One day we also ran into the old owner and my Mom casually asked the lady if she had ever experienced anything in the house. The lady started crying and said no one believed her but yes, she experienced a lot of stuff.I moved out around that time. I do not miss that place.UCMCoyote
I used to work doing maintenance at historic properties. There was a historic house museum I worked at when it wasn't open to the public. It was part of a whole landmark site, there was a visitor's center with offices and then the house was about half a mile up a dirt road in a wooded area. Sometimes I worked with a crew, but there were a lot of times I was there alone.One winter day, when it was really cloudy and dark, I was working alone to get ready to replace some electric work on the exterior of the house. I went inside and turned off the circuit to the whole property, and I tested it. It was off. I locked the doors and went outside to work. After about an hour, I got down from my ladder and started walking around the house and then one of the lights inside the house TURNED ON. I started to freak out, but thought that maybe someone was playing a joke on me...I called the visitor's center on my walkie-talkie, and confirmed that the only other person who was working that day was still there and hadn't left, and that all the keys to the house were present and accounted for. That's when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office. I made my coworker come back with me to check out what was going on, but when we got to the house, the light was off again- but the bulb was still warm. All the doors were still locked and the circuit was still off. Still gives me shivers to this day.
Hunter/mountaineer here. It was a chilly December morning. I hiked in, pre-dawn, taking about an hour and a half to go 3 miles off the beaten trails. Got to my "nest" about half an hour before sunrise and started to settle in. The wind kicked up and a fog rolled in that was thicker than milk. Within a few minutes, my visibility was 5'. I'm sitting tight, huddled up against the freezing wind when I start to hear twigs snapping close to me. For no apparent reason, what is normally a rapturous sound indicative of an imminently successful hunt, sent a frosty chill down my spine. I chambered a round in my lever action 30-30 as quietly as I could, and lay flat on my back tucked against a fallen tree. The rustling was moving closer through the fog, but I couldn't see anything.The sun was starting to peek over the mountains to my east and visibility was starting to increase. The rustling of twigs and leaves was sporadic, sometimes directly in front of me, sometimes behind or beside me. I remember laying there, rifle across my chest, thinking to myself how silly it was to react like such a coward. I rationed with myself that bears and mountain lions are a rarity where I was, and I had likely stumbled into a herd of white-tail that had bedded down. I decided to sit up. The rustling stopped immediately. As it was fully dawn by now, I was looking through the fog for the outline of my prey, which I had assured myself was literally all around me. It wasn't. Seemingly, nothing was. By now, the fog had faded away and it was apparent to me that I was alone in those woods.I hunted all that day without seeing so much as a squirrel. Around 3 in the afternoon, after fighting the wind and an abnormally cold day, and not wanting to hike out by flashlight, I decided it was time to start back to the truck. Walking out of those woods was the most uneasy I have ever felt. Lawfully, once you make it back to the trail, you're supposed to clear the chamber of your rifle. Not that day. What is normally a stroll through the woods, I undertook with the seriousness of an animal being stalked. I would walk, then stop and listen. I never heard or saw anything during my retreat, but I could feel eyes on me.I was about 100 feet away from my truck, when I rounded the last corner and saw, hanging at eye level from a tree by a noose, a stuffed bear in a blaze orange jacket. I'm a giant, broad shouldered outdoorsman, but that one shook me something fierce.MrFuxIt
I live in a condominium and we own two apartments on the 7th and 8th floor. The only way to move in between them is to step out of the apartment, take the elevator or the staircase and enter the other one.One night, we ran out of ice-cream upstairs and my mom told me to go get some from the downstairs freezer, so I took the keys to the 7th floor's apartment and since it was dinner time, no one was there. I walked into the pitch dark and realized that someone was sitting on the sofa so i flipped the switch to see my dad just sitting there. It was kinda weird, but i just went to get the ice-cream and asked if he had a key to lock up. No answer. I shrugged and thought 'Well if he came in and locked the door behind him, he must have one.' Went back upstairs and my dad was sitting there eating dinner. I freaked out and asked how the heck did he get up here so fast and everyone told me that he's been here all this time. Told them it wasn't possible cause I just saw him downstairs but no one believed me. Now I never go down there alone.ZayYarHtun
So a few years back, probably 6-7 years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked. She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside. It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house. Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn't smell anything nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed.The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in there home. Which could have been just coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of.redraven1978
Family moved in to an old house (200+ years) when I was 10. Uncle (weird guy) was going to help us move in and when we got inside the house he got all weird and left. Always avoided coming for birthdays etc. We always joked he saw a ghost and for some reason we nicknamed the ghost Billy.When my little sister started talking she would say really weird things, like asking if we can shut her door at night so she doesn't have to see the boy walking down the hallway. F**king creepy. Anyways we thought she was also just being a big weirdo, so we continued to have this Billy the Ghost joke. Something would get misplaced "must be Billy" yadda yadda.A few years later we ripped up the flooring because we wanted to go back to the original hard wood that had been covered up forever ago by old owners, and if you know anything about old houses you know they used to insulate the floor with newspaper when newspaper just became a thing. Decided to read some articles for fun, some talking about the first ever refrigerators, really cool things like that. Until we got to the creepy part, a mentally challenged boy named Billy who lived in our home, died while playing outside of it.partyc4t
I came home from class at around 11:30 and no one else was home. I hung out at home for a bit and at 2:30 I was overcome with sleepiness. Being the bum that I am, I laid down in my bed and set a timer on my phone for a 20 minute nap.I fell asleep quickly and after around five minutes I was woken up by my bedroom door opening and had a split second of panic before my dog jumping up onto my bed and laying down next to me. I fell back asleep.After another 5 minutes of sleep, I instantly jolted awake because I was certain there was someone standing next to my bed, behind me. I assumed it was my mother, who would likely be pissed that I was sleeping in the middle of the day. I woke and turned around in one movement and there was no one there. Weird.I checked my phone and had another 8 minutes of sleep left. I went back to sleep only to be woken by my phone ringing. It was my mother. She said that my great-aunt, who had been in the hospital after a stroke-like event for a week, had died around one o'clock.My mom then said she knew my aunt was going to die today because she had seen a wraith (a sort of ghost, usually warning of someone dying) that morning, my mom is Scottish and very superstitious but I don't believe in any of that. She said that when she woke up that morning to take my brother to school, she went in my room to see if I was still asleep, she saw a wraith standing next to my bed.subjectiverisktaking
In 1975 I was flying an Army helicopter doing night training in Black-out conditions near Fort Hood Texas. I was flying down a draw with a small seasonal creek in it which was the new paradigm, designed to mask the aircraft from Russian radar. I was at the controls, my co-pilot on the map. We were low and slow tree top to tree top.Suddenly I had the compelling sure knowledge that I must do an emergency climb, which I did climbing almost vertically. As I pulled the guts out of the aircraft and with my nose pointed up to the stars in my chin bubble I observed the leaves of a cottonwood tree being pressed aside by the plexiglass of my chin bubble..After a couple of seconds and now a few hundred feet above the canopy my co-pilot and I stared at each other with wide eyes and the knowledge we barely avoided death. "How did you see that f**king tree?" he asked me. I never did tell him that I didn't, because I have never known how to explain it. I went on to fly helicopters for thirty-seven years, accident free and I still can't explain what happened that night.
Last time I was in New Orleans, I took a couple friends to the Marie Laveau Voodoo Museum, which my friend Jessica was not too impressed by. Later that day we were walking back to the airBNB apartment we had rented and wandered past a house that had one of those historic location plaques on it.Turns out that house had been Marie Laveau's father's house. As we're all standing out front of this house, Jessica is complaining about how s**tty she thought the museum was and her brand new Galaxy S5 went flying out of her hands and landed a good 5 feet away, totally destroyed. I was looking right at her when it happened - she didn't trip, she wasn't wildly throwing her arms around. There was no explanation for why her phone would have taken a leap like that. Also, it wasn't just a little scratched up like it had been dropped. It looked like it had exploded from within.Shark-Farts
A friend of mine's house burnt to the ground when I was younger, and his family moved across the street in a house that they rented for a bit.The basement in said rented house was unfinished, so being middle schoolers we decided we would use the basement to ride skateboards and scooters.So after one night of skateboarding we head upstairs to watch scary movies and pass out. Neither of his parents nor his sister were home (went to his grandparents for the night if I remember correctly)As we were getting close to sleep, we hear a something hit the ground really hard on the concrete of the basement, so being dumb teenagers we decide to investigate.As we open the door to the basement and peer down, we just see a skateboard floating mid air. We sit and watch for a few seconds and then it drops suddenly, and very violently.Needless to say we packed our s**t up and sprinted back my house. Not much sleeping happened that night. His family moved out soon after and we tend to avoid that house as much as possible.Dinosaur_Llama
Sleep paralysis. I've had experiences where it felt like my soul was being sucked out either from my chest or my face. Kind of like being attacked by dementor. I can't yell, or move, so it really sucks.Blackout_14
I went to my Grandmas place to help her move after the loss of my Grandfather. Things were a little... emotional... Either way there was one night were I woke up with a pain in my chest. I woke up and waited for it to go away. Took like 30 minutes but it did. Then I realized I really had to f**king take a piss. Like.. Really bad. I went and took my piss with no problem. Heres where the scary part hits.My grandma has a long ass hallway.. like... if I had to guess I would probably say it was about 40-50 yards of hallway.. It always just made me feel uneasy. Well this time when I walked down it the hair on the back of my neck was standing up and I felt like I was being watched. I turned the light on and felt a little better. I walked out of the bathroom after taking literally the most relieving piss of my life and walked back to the end of the hallway. I turned the light back off and at the other end of the hallway I saw a dark figure just standing there. It felt like it was just staring at me... I turned the light back on and there was nothing there. I turned it back off and there it was again. I peed a little... I slept in my car the rest of the night.titty_twister_9000
I was working at a hotel in Albuquerque,the graveyard shift. I had been talking to the security guard and he asked if he could get a ride home, so instead of waiting for 30 minutes for my shift to end I just left and left a note for my boss that said I left early because my brother was stranded outside of town and needed me to get him.(total lie on my part but I needed a good excuse to leave early) I drop off the security guard at his place then go home and go to sleep.A couple of hours of sleep and I wake up to my phone ringing..it was my brother...he tells me he is stranded outside of town and he needs me to go get him. I tell my brother the lie I told my boss and how much of a coincidence his calling me is. He says that's not weird he will show me what's weird when I get there. I get there and ask him what is weird. He puts his phone up to my ear and plays a message that he got when he woke up that morning. It's a voice that kinda sounded computerized but mostly just creepy sounding. It says: YOUR STUCK Freaked us both out. Never figured out where the call came from. Strangest creepiest thing that's ever happened to me in my life.Waldo_where_am_I
When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent's house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house. One day we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement. I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn't recognize.He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent's basement. (Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable).When he saw me, he yelled at me "GO BACK UPSTAIRS, KID! GO!" I was so freaked out, I bolted and immediately ran into the main house to tell my parents. My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn't find anyone. To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it's real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff. I haven't gone back in that house since.
I was home alone for a weekend a few years ago while I was still in highschool. After school one day I was driving home, and when I passed in front of my house I thought I saw some old lady in white clothes in my sisters room looking through the window.I thought it was stupid, so I went in the room to check out what it actually was, but I couldn't find anything. I pretty much forgot about it until later that night I got a call from a very panicked and scared neighbor saying there was some old lady pacing back and forth in my sister's room. I still have no idea what it was, and I've never seen anything like it since.TylerTimoj
Sometimes when I go to bed, I wake up with deep line cuts on my body. Each time on different spots: on my neck, leg, arm. See dried blood around the wound and on my sheets.Still don't know what the hell happened. It's only my bed and my sheets...and my nails are cut short mostly. I don't sleep walk.acctstud
We didn't immediately sell the house after my grandma moved. We remodeled it to make it more modern. So I went by to check on the house and ended up staying the night. I went to go to sleep and did all the normal stuff. Turned the lights off, closed the door etc. I started to hear tapping coming from the corner of the room.
I turned the light back on and the tapping stopped. I repeated this process for like.. 20 minutes until I just got over it and ignored the tapping.
Then I heard footsteps in the hallway and the sound of something dragging along the ground. Then about 5 minutes later I started hearing drums.
I noped the f**k out of there and boarded the nope train to f**kthaterton and havent gone back. I wanna say we sold the house recently.
Marriage is supposed to be a joyous union between two people in love.The proposal is stressful, but when they say "yes" both sides should be happy.However, that wasn't the case in this story you're about to hear. A redditor made a throwaway account to ask the community if he was the a**hole for how he reacted when his bride-to-be revealed she wasn't happy with her engagement ring.And, well...we and all of Reddit had some strong opinions on this one...
I (30m) proposed to my (then) girlfriend (27f) of 5 years last month, it was wonderful and she said yes, and we were never happier. Last week was when the trouble started, as she asked me how much I had spent on her ring.
I told her that I had spent about $20,000 on it that I had been squirrling away for the last 10 years.(When I first started saving I was planning on building a kit car but when I started seriously considering proposing I decided it was worth spending the money on the ring.) She was initially floored that I had spent so much but later became suspicious that I had managed to get such a large stone (3.6 karats.) for the price, and asked to see the diamond certificate I got with the ring.
This reaction stunned me for a couple reasons.Firstly, I had always been open in my distaste for the natural diamond industry, and secondly because I had employed the assistance of her friends and mother and everyone agreed that she wouldn't care if the diamond was lab grown.
Over the last week I have explaned to her multiple times my reasons for going lab grown, (It is better for the environment, I know the exact origing of the stone, so I know it isn't a conflict stone, and ultimately it is better value for the money and I wanted to get her the most beautiful ring possible.) and that lab grown diamonds are in every way real diamonds and that they are also indistinguishable from natural ones unless you look at their certificate.
Yesterday she asked me if I would be willing to exchange it for a natural stone of equivalent value.Normally I would be happy to, but I spent months searching for the perfect ring for her and also, though value was the biggest reason for me, the idea of potentially getting a blood diamond really does sicken me.
This is a pretty good sign of how the actual wedding and marriage will go imo. NTA.You're trying to look out for the world, if a "real" stone was that important to her, she probably would've brought up being against/wanting a lab created diamonds some point in your relationship.She's being picky and should've been happy about the ring, which btw, sounds gorgeous (and I commend your effort for looking into options for so long) Keep being a dope person. Also, I can't imagine asking my partner what they spent on a ring for me unless it was for insurance purposes or something like that.Idk. Maybe that's just me but it feels tacky as hell.
NTA - I can't understand why you'd want to be with someone who is willing to actually end a relationship over a non-conflict diamond that was given to her out of love and a hope for a future together.Mind boggling to me how much of an A H she is being.I can only imagine what else she demands or will demand from you going forward.
Met a guy online and started messaging; after a week or so they agreed to meet for coffee.She gets a text from her date saying he's going to be a few minutes late; could she do him a favour and get him a mug of hot water? She agrees; is a little confused, but gets some hot water and sits back down.Guy arrives, thanks her for getting the water then reaches into his pocket and pulls out HIS OWN TEA BAG.He looks at her and says "I hate paying for tea in places like this! They totally over charge, so I bring my own." Friend looks at the menu and sees that a tea is $1.25...Yup, guy was too cheap to spend a dollar freakin' twenty-five on tea.Not only that, he made her get his hot water.He also called her foolish and frivolous for spending money on "fancy coffee." Friend left, and the guy messaged her for several weeks wanting to know why.I think the entire date lasted a total of 5 minutes.
This was by far the most terrifying/hilarious date I had ever been on.Years ago, when I was a junior in high school.He was in college. We had been texting casually for a few weeks.One weekend, he met my friend and I at a local concert. When it was over, the friend I got a ride from had to leave urgently.He offered to drive me home. No big deal I guess, I needed a ride.We went to dinner and it was very nice. Nothing weird nothing suspicious.Then the ride home... My house was about 45 minutes away through isolated freeways in the desert.(Accepting a ride was not my proudest moment, I admit) He talked the entire ride and it went from normal small talk to him saying that he has super powers....He said that when he was in high school he went to an alternate dimension and couldn't find his way back.The only way for him to find his way was to sell his soul to a merchant he found in this other dimension.When he got back to this dimension he had super powers and could control people's emotions.He then creepily leaned over and said "I can make you feel anything right now..." He also said he knew the four horsemen of the apocalypse and that he was going to help me during the end of the world.At this point I was convinced I was going to end up in a garbage bag on the side of the road.Got home safe. Never talked to him again until he was my server at a restaurant years later and was extremely awkward.
I've got more than a few first date horror stories, but one of my favorites (and I use that term loosely) was a tinder date I went on.
So I matched with this dude, he seemed nice, and we agree to meet up at a coffee shop.
Talking is awkward but he's giving me some neckbeardy vibes.
Example: I complimented his American traditional style tattoo and his response was "Huh I didn't think girls would know anything about tattoos".
Note that this was after me talking about the tattoos I have.
But whatever. It's cool. He also tried to forcefully order for me and I just kinda was like "lol no", but I just figured whatever, he's nervous trying to show out or some shit.
Everything is still going ok until he walks me to my car. We hug, and he leans in for a kiss, I'm like whatever I don't care, that's fine, we're making out a little and I feel his hand moving up to my face, and I think "Oh, ok, he's just gonna put his hand on the back of my neck or my chin or in my hair or whatever" NOPE.
I WAS WRONG. SO WRONG. This motherf**ker decides it's a swell idea to start choking me.
At this point is would be pertinent to mention I'm a 5'8" female of average size, and he's a 6'2"+ stocky dude.
I freeze, because that's my response to threatening situations, and he leans over and whispers in my ear "Yeah, you like that?" and I'm just sitting there waiting for him to let go of my neck, because I am pinned against the car.
I finally manage to stammer out a "Wuh-what" and he proceeds to tighten his grip and repeat the question, to which my survival instincts are screaming SAY WHAT YOU NEED TO so I just manage to choke out "yes sir" and he lets me go.
I proceed to get the f**k out of there and chew him out after the fact.
I went on a Tinder date in January that went poorly.At the end he tried to kiss me so I dodged, tripped over a curb, and broke my fibula while falling into traffic.The guy got down in the road with me, moved my hair behind me ear and said "we could tell people that we fell in love".
I met a guy in a store while on summer break from college.He was cute and charming - asked if I wanted to meet up at a bar and watch a game. I was 21 - so beer and a game was a perfect first date.He picked me up and about 2 innings into the baseball game I realized he knew nothing about baseball.After a tortuous hour of explaining some smaller things to him, he asked if I wanted to walk a few blocks to another bar that his buddy was a bartender at. We walked to a carnival/clown building.It was a punk rock strip club. It was also a Saturday at like..5pm.He then proceeded to buy me a drink and disappear to "go say hi to his friend".Another drink appeared - I gave it to one of the girls. He came back after 10 minutes (I was about to call my mom for a ride home) and asked if I wanted to go to one more stop.I declined, but he pressed - saying it was a high-class bar on the water just a few blocks away.We walked there - and walked into an empty bar. He ordered another drink for us and excused himself to the bathroom.I asked the bartender if he was getting off soon, told him my tale of woe, and offered him every last dime in my purse to give me a ride home.He took pity on me and offered to call his brother to help if needed. I ended up calling my mom. She drove 45 minutes to get me and back. This was about 8 years ago and we still call this guy Mayonnaise because he had the IQ of a condiment.
It was with a guy I worked with.He picked me up from my desk dressed up like Michael Jackson, including tape round his fingers and a surgical mask on his face.He was a plump, 5'6" white guy with blond hair so somehow even weirder that he was trying to look like Michael Jackson.
This one guy complained about how he resented that nobody would let him talk to them about the dark side of life, including violence.I mentioned that I have a hard time watching violence against animals on tv.(I meant reality TV shows that have stories of animals which have been abused.) His face perked up, and he asked which TV show had violence against animals.There was an eagerness in how he asked which creeped me the fuck out.I left quickly. He tried to add me on social media later, but I blocked him.
A blind date set up by a friend.I'd never met the guy, didn't know what he looked like, but I knew some basic bio stuff about him: His name's Andrea, born in Rome, works in Venice*.He knew what I looked like, as our common friend had sent him a photo.We were to meet in a small, boutique hotel lobby at 8pm, then head to the restaurant together.So at 8pm, I'm waiting in the hotel lobby, alone, and I get a sms from him that says he's running late, stuck in traffic. No problem. I wait.Five minutes later, a man comes up to me and we start chatting.I explain that I'm waiting for a blind date who's running late.He insists that I should ditch my date, join him at the bar and we'll have fun.I politely decline.He then starts grilling me about my date, saying stuff like, "Well, what if he shows up and he's ugly?" And I'm like, "I don't care about looks, etc..." He keeps insisting that I join him at the bar and ditch my date, but finally he gets the message that I'm not convinced.I ask him to tell me about himself. He laughs and says, "My name's Andrea," and reveals that he was born in Rome and works in Venice.It's him -- my blind date -- and he knew exactly who I was.I asked for an explanation on why he'd tried to fool me, and he said, "If we end-up getting married, it's a great story to tell our kids." There was no second date...
I met a guy in college through a friend and thought he was funny so I agreed to go on a date.I told him we would meet at a local bookstore because I don't like people knowing where I live at first.First off, he's fifteen minutes late and gives me no heads up.He spent the whole date trying to hug me/hold my hand/be close to me. I told him I don't like that...he told me "you'll get used to it." He would ask me questions about myself, my job, my major etc.But when I would go to answer him, he would literally talk right over me about his own life.He then asked me to play some of my favorite music.His reaction to every song? "This is awful! Why do you like this?!" Okay.If you think it can't get worse - wrong. His dad called him toward the end and they get into a ten minute fight.I told him I had to go because it was getting late (at 8:30) and he asked if I was free the next day. NOPE.
Went to the cinema and I felt very uncomfortable with him so said I wanted to leave ect, he then proceeds to say ' let me guess, nerves, over protective parent, wanting to leave, have you been r*ped before?' Date ended right there.
He decided he wanted to go to the thrift store rather than for coffee as originally planned.Sure, I like thrift stores, why not? The moment we got in the door, he headed straight over to the housewares section, stole a whiskey flask off the shelf, and stuck it in his pocket with a grin and a wink.After this, he invited me back to his place with obvious high hopes. I made some lame excuse about having to do laundry, got out of there speedily, and spent the rest of the day wondering what the hell just happened.
My first 'date' with my current boyfriend. We'd be casually hooking up for a while, so while this was our first date, it didn't really feel like it.He got some tickets for a local fall event, the Land of Illusion, and thought I'd be fun to take me to a fall themed festival.
I had Googled the event and knew that it was basically just a bunch of haunted houses out in the middle of nowhere.I hate haunted houses, but decided that if he wanted to go, I would go. We ended up having an okay time.We only hit a couple of the houses because he got off work late.However, what turns this into the worst date I've even been on was when we were talking about it a year or so later and he revealed that he didn't know it was haunted houses and he hates haunted houses.We both ended up doing something we hate because we thought the other person was into it.
Some girl friends invited me out and after awhile I picked up on some clues that there was a guy meeting us out there.
So the guys shows up and he's being kinda weird with me.Like focusing on me. A lot. Sitting close to me. I guess I gave my friend a weird look because she pulled me off to the side and said, "I hope you don't mind but you're his date.He buys us all drinks if he has a pretty girl with him". I was pretty shocked. One, I had a boyfriend.Two, who just does that? I think I said something like, "I didn't realize you invited me out so I could be a hooker".Pretty quickly I go to make my exit.I legit did have to work early so I used that as an excuse for leaving.As I'm walking away the poor guy like gets up and runs after me, begging me to stay and asking what he'd done wrong.It was heartbreaking. Like I felt so bad.But I wasn't going to stay there and be this random dude's date and I didn't know how to tell him that his friends were just using him to get free drinks.I was just super polite and repeatedly told him he'd done nothing wrong and I just had to be up for work at 4am so I needed to get going. I have no idea what happened after I left.
I treated her to dinner and then drinks at a gay bar.She got wasted and made out with another woman right in front of me.
She chased after me crying, as I left to go home.She profusely apologized to me and over the next month we hung out and started to become friends, but then she made a move on me.When I declined, she punched out the screen door and then ran into the middle of the street and laid there.Her sister ran out of the house and chased after her.
A guy asked me out for coffee once, and he didn't offer to pay for mine, so I thought "whatever, no big deal" and got out my wallet.They weren't taking cards for some reason, and I didn't have quite enough cash.
The barista had already made the drink so he handed it to me and said "thanks" sarcastically like I was such an a**hole, while I apologized with a bright red face.
The guy who asked me out was just standing there watching, and I KNOW he had cash.
We didn't even make it to the date.He lived about 20 miles from me and we had plans to see a movie.He called about an hour before and said it was too far to drive would I meet him at a gas station? Nope.
He picked me up at my house and had flowers and a bottle of wine, which for me was way too formal and awkward ( I was 18 and he was 27) .Then we went to the movies and he would not stop trying to f***er me.I finally got so fed up about that and I had drive me home mid movie .
Sat through a date with a contestant on ...'s next top model (she made it to semi finals, bless her) that only talked about her dreams, her future career, the magazines she didn't want to work with because they propagated this and that.After ending the night, myself having asked two questions and told her that I was 22 (at the time), she concluded it wouldn't work because I talked too much about myself. I could have counted on two hands how many sentences I had spoken during 4 hours and two bottles of whine VehaMeursault
So many. There is one that sticks out though: met a guy online on Plenty of Weirdos, funny, respectful, bright, dash of charm and a lot of sexy.He could punctuate and liked puns..Bingo!!! After a few weeks of back and forth we agreed to meet for lunch at our local Thai restaurant.I rocked up on time, he arrived 10 minutes late with no explanation.He was very, very tall, 6'5 and tubby, double chin and thining hair.Ok, so he doesn't look like his avi, never mind thought me.He's funny, flirty and likes puns. Fu** me backwards that man was boring.Fourty four minutes of intricate detail about his car - a high range something or other with all the accessories and it was broken.He talked non stop about his car and gave me the side eye when I tried to break into his monologue.
He bought me one drink, an orange juce and I had a Thai curry, he had a coke and a salad.
** THE SET MEAL AT LUNCHTIME WAS TWO COURSES, £7.65 PLUS A GLASS OF WINE. Needless to say we didn't hit it off and parted company at 45 minutes.
Told a guy in college that I was crushing on him, so he asked me out on a date, to a local coffee place.He specifically used the word "date".We get there and he brought food for himself, ok fine, that's weird but whatever.Then he notices a girl from his calc class walked in."Oh my god, that's that girl from my calc class! She's so hot." He said that to me. I was like wtf.
I went on a date with a guy who only talked about himself.Anytime I'd try to get a word in on my behalf, he'd half-chuckle and go back to something in his own world.And then he wondered why we never went out again.If you can't show someone you have genuine interest in them, why are you even on a date?
He took me to dinner, brought himself a meal and let me watch him eat it.Kept buying me very strong drinks and getting letchy, touching me when it wasn't appropriate. I don't remember the conversation.I think the alcohol helped.We left and he asked me to come back to his hotel room. I said no. Thank god. Hannargghh
When I was younger my best friend asked me or on a date. I got excited and said yes. On the way to the restaurant I realise there is no way I'm ever going to have romantic feelings for him.I sit there debating whether you have to at least wait until dinner is over to say something like that.
Meanwhile in the way to the restaurant he realises that he only brought the gift card and had nothing for the waiter's tip.So he dropped me at the restaurant and left to go find somewhere to get cash, which takes forever.I stew about how awkward this all is and then we fumble through a strange dinner with lots of uncomfortable laughter.About a year later when I was home from college he came out to me. I'm still great friends with him (and now his boyfriend)
Despite all the DNA evidence from the same woman found at so many crime scenes, some investigators started to suspect they were chasing a literal ghost. They felt that the Phantom of Heilbronn might not exist at all.
The cotton swabs the police used to collect DNA evidence were all contaminated, and not certified for human DNA collection. They all came from the same factory, and employed women who matched the Phantom's DNA. The swabs were contaminated before shipping, leading to the results to seemingly all come from one woman.