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.

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.

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 once driving with my wife through a very foggy roadway, when a huge truck came from the other way with these powerful fog lights and totally blinded me for a couple of seconds. It was enough that I missed the sign that a curve was coming so I took it too fast, lost control of my pickup and ended up rolling two and a half times landing with the pickup sideways on my wife’s side.

The moment I realised we were gonna flip was the most terrified I’ve ever been, mostly because I worried about my wife. Luckily a bus full of people was just passing by and they stopped and helped us get out and calm us down while the authorities came.

After that while talking to the cops I kept blaming myself, to the point that my wife got pissed and told the cops that I was still in shock and it was the truck’s fault and that they should just dismiss my rambling, saving me in the end from paying any fines lol.

Not spooky per se, but it scared the shit out of me:

I was 16 or 17 at the time and worked for a DJ pushing road cases and setting up/striking equipment. One winter weekend, upon striking everything after a wedding, I stepped outside around 2am to find myself in the middle of a blizzard. I had borrowed my dad’s F250 with AWD for the evening, so in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be fine to drive the 20 or so miles home.

There was absolutely nobody on the road, not even plows/salt trucks. Like many teenagers, though, I thought I was invincible, so I drove way faster than was reasonable in those conditions. About halfway back, I’m on an overpass across a major highway and hit a patch of ice. Cue the fishtail, then panic as my life flashed before my eyes. I ended up spinning about 2.25 revolutions, and come to stop perpendicular to the road with a few inches between my front bumper and the outer barrier of the overpass. Too bad I wasn’t wearing brown pants.

I managed to get the rest of the way home without incident, but I have never taken any chances driving in suspect conditions again- I figure I used up all my luck surviving that event.

I don’t think I have them anymore. I literally just accept death and everything just feels the same.

That being said… I find modern society and human life to be terrifying. It feels like there’s something wrong, and it’s not natural… Like our freedom is an illusion.

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.

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.

Large footprint on the bathroom floor mat that didn’t match any of my shoes. I live alone. Still can’t explain it.

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.

20 years ago to the day (only remember as it was as it was a long Easter weekend), I’d sat up from the Friday night and had swallowed ~40 Shrek 2 ecstasy tablets over that timespan. It was later reported in the papers they were adulterated with methamphetamine.

But the real killer was the gravity bongs with cheap hash (there was literal bits of plastic bags in it as filler). On my 10th one or so I got kicked back out my body like I’d just been hadoukened by The Ancient One and was in some plane in space where I could see all my memories like little tv screens. I was pulled back into the current timeline and was hovering just above my body for a second before being jolted back in.

I had excruciating pain in my wrists and it felt like invisible inter-dimensional chains were being dragged through them. But the worst bit was the time loops. The same minute kept repeating for what felt like an eternity, I could see time rewinding and it’d repeat the same minute again and again and again until I realised I had free will and told my cousin to phone and ambulance before I jumped out the window to break the loop.

And that kids, is how I got persistent hallucinogenic perception disorder and about a decade of sleep paralysis (every night).

Raped at gunpoint.

I can’t remember exactly, but I had a fuckton of really awful nightmares. One of my less terrifying experiences look like: turning on a tap to wash the hundreds of cockroaches crawling on my face, only for more to come out of the tap, and some Kerrigan lookalike phasing through walls and absorbing anything organic.

I was being very brave, trying to be perfectly stoic, and not showing any signs of pain, as the drill went deeper and deeper into my tooth. Something was VERY wrong, and the pain just keept getting exponentially worse, and I didn’t know if it would end at all, I just stayed quiet somehow until the operation was complete.

That experience was so horrible, I stopped being brave about almost anything after that. Every time I’d hear a drill nearby from someone doing home renovation nearby, I will grind my teeth and cringe. I had a syncope after being give an anesthetic, as the needle pushed me over the edge from the dread I was feeling (and again, hiding).

There’s also drowning in your own blood from reflux, wondering if I fucked up the wound where my wisdom tooth was removed, and the bleeding would just not stop, and I was getting basically waterboarded every few seconds, because the blood made me nauseous.

Drinking vinegar, realizing I fucked up, then thinking I’m going to die from it.

I guess that’s it.

EDIT: Cat hitting the gate, making me think someone was coming when I was uh…indisposed is one xD

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.