People Involving Me In Weird Shit Out Of The Blue
~ Written By Bill Stone~
We have a new section to the site called ‘Oddities.’ Because it’s brand new, nothing has been written on it yet, and I cannot allow any of our pages to remain blank, so I’m just gonna post this little goofy thing as the first Oddities post.
I’d posted this a while ago on our old message board, and I’m still wondering about it. Maybe you, reading this can help me figure it out.
Ever since I can remember, other people have singled me out, and involved me in weird things that I’m not sure have anything to do with me. Up until recently, I’ve always been pretty much a ‘keep to myself’ kind of person, but somehow I get put into weird situations. I’m posting this here because it’s happened entirely too many times for it not to be considered spooky.
The first time I can remember was when I was like 7 or 8 years old, and I went to Disney World in Orlando. I was standing in line waiting for the 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea ride along with many other children. There were a bunch of Indians,(Not Native Americans, but REAL Indians)Trying to talk to me, and talking ABOUT me. They were patting me on the head, and although I could not understand their language, I could understand the ‘feeling’.. The emotion behind it. You know what I mean? You can tell when people are talking about you even if they’re speaking in a different language. I’ve always been good with reading emotions, so I could also tell that there was NOTHING negative about what was being said. One of the ladies began to walk away, and motion to me to go with her. She kept saying, “Come.” “Come.” I was a little kid, and I was told that I should never go with someone I didn’t know. Because of what adults had told me about that, I was kinda creeped out. I didn’t go. I have no idea what it was all about.
All my life, and regularly, stuff like that happens to me. When I was living in Pittsburgh, a guy that I worked with, yet barely ever spoken to stopped me on the walk to the city bus stop. He wanted me to go into a bar, and have a beer with him. I tried to say no, but he seemed to need it, if that makes sense. I was in that bar for like 5 hours with the guy. He was all upset about breaking up with his girlfriend, and I guess he had to talk to somebody. On that day, that somebody was me. I think that he felt better when it the night was over.
Another example, was when I was managing a locksmith shop, and a lady came into the store to look at safes. I showed her what we had, and proceeded to give her as much information as she needed to make an educated decision on what she wanted. She suddenly stopped, and asked me if I were okay. Confused, I asked her what she meant. She talked about how I seemed sad, and she wanted to help. Now, we all have our bouts of depression, but I don’t recall feeling sad on that particular day. She asked me about my religion, and if I would mind praying with her.
We’re standing in the middle of a store, where I’m supposed to be handlin’ bid-ness, and this lady wants me to pray with her. Sometimes it’s best to just go with the flow. I agreed. She prayed aloud while I bowed my head, and listened. She then shook my hand and asked me my name. After I told her, she had decided to leave the store. She said, “I’ll be sure to come back, and check on you now and then, Bill.” I never saw her again.
A few days ago (well, it was a few days ago when I wrote this), I needed kitty food, and some other things. I went to K-Mart to do a little shopping. As I was coming out of the store, I noticed that the parking lot was packed with cars. What was weird was that there were no people around. It was kinda like ‘The Stand’ or some other post apocalyptic story where EVERYONE is gone. The lack of people was kinda spooky.
As I was walking to my car, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, about 100 feet away, some dude was walking from another store to his big ass rusty old confederate flag wearin’ pickup truck. Now, because I try to do whatever I can to dress and look different from everyone else, I’m not the type to judge someone based on the way that they look. It was impossible not to do that in this case. Dude looked like a thug.
When I got to my car, I heard off in the distance, “Hey!” “Over here!” Hey Buddy!” I looked around, and saw the guy closing the door to his truck. He saw that I noticed, him and started walking in my direction. At this point, I was getting a little freaked out. I threw my items that I had bought into the passenger seat of my car, and prepared myself for anything that could possibly happen.
Nothing could prepare me for what was about to go down.
When he got to about 10 feet away from me, he said, “Hey buddy. I wanna show ya somethin’!” He kept getting closer, and slowly reached his hand into his ripped and frayed denim jacket with the rebel flag, and eagle patches on it.
He pulled out a deck of cards, and started showing me magic tricks…
Magic tricks.
I wasn’t prepared for that one.
Now, this was just a HANDFUL of the stories, and weird situations. I have more. When things like this happen, I have certain friends that I tell. They say, “Things like this happen to everyone, but not as odd, and NO WAY NEAR as often as it happens to you.” I have been referred to as ‘gravity’ for situations like this.
I’m posting it here because, this the first time that it’s occurred to me to ask WHY.
Does this stuff happen to you guys? Can you help me explain it?
Okay, I’ve only been to Pittsburg once, but I totally believe your story is accurate for the people there! I spent just one night with people I had JUST met the day before, and they took me around the city bar hopping, and EVERYONE seemed to want to invite you in! I was shocked to find so many open, friendly people in a big city! So I’m not at all surprised that a total stranger chose you to talk to.
I want to mention that I have had many things happen to me since I was a very young . l could write forever but I have a few incidents that come to mind that I would like to share with you.
I bought a home after a long drawn out bad time in my life. Many things happening all at once that just seemed like it was endless and I felt a new beginning was needed. I had had many paranormal experiences in my family’s home as well as my home that I was moving from. I purchased this new home because it was a house that was in an area where a best friend lived and we use to take walks and I would always say , THAT’S MY HOUSE! well little did I know that years later it would be my house. I was thrilled that it came to me and never thought that there was a reason behind it. I moved into the house with my three children in 1995 and what was strange was that the house was done exactly how I would have done it , which left me with nothing to remodel. I thought things were perfect but that wasn’t true by any means.
We no sooner moved in when things began to happen. I was out one evening and when I came home my children were freaked out over sounds they heard in the house. I tried to tell them it was a new environment and it would take time to adjust but they kept telling me they heard a small child running back and forth up stairs and they heard him laughing as though he was playing. I calmed them down as they continued to tell me what happened. Taking into consideration my own past experiences I had dealt with over the years I didn’t want to scare them any more than they already were. As time pasted things kept happening more with the kids than with me which I found odd for some reason. With the Holidays upon us, my two daughters and I had been out dropping off some gifts and when we returned home , classic as it was, my little one was taking off her boots and gabbing over what time she should go to bed so Santa could come. As my older daughter opened the door into our den we heard a little boys voice yell, MOMMY’S HOME!!!!! My heart was in my throat, my older daughter grabbed me and said did you hear that?, and made me repeat back to her what the child had said…I was calm on the outside but couldn’t believe this was happening again not just to me but now to my children as well. I hurried them upstairs and told them to get ready for bed it was late, they both refused to sleep in their own beds so they went into mine. A short time later I went down stairs to get some name tags for their presents and when I walked into the coat room and reached up to get them off the shelf I felt someone tug on my shirt and say HI LADY!! I don’t remember climbing the stairs but when I calmed down I knew then it was for real, whatever it was. We got up the next morning to open presents and strangely enough all my youngest daughter’s gifts were opened on the ends. No one else had their presents disturbed but my youngest. I laughed and commented that Santa needed to use better tape next time but I knew we had a little prankster spirit close by. Over the Holidays I sent the kids to spend time with their Dad in Rochester and it would be the first time that I was alone in the house. At first it was quite and nothing was going on unusual till the evening came. I was watching Television in our family room which was down stairs as we lived in a raised ranch home. I remember being really into this Christmas program that was on till I heard the sound of something sizzling almost like eggs frying . I jumped and looked to where I thought the sound was coming from which was right next to me on the ledge where a lava lamp sat that my daughter just got for Christmas. Yes, the lamp was on and I automatically thought that it was shorting out so I figured I needed to unplug it and did immediately. What was strange was that even after I unplugged it the sound was still there so I got up and put my hands on the wall on either side of the outlet to feel for heat and the sound seemed to move further across the wall. I found myself following it by putting my hands on the wall as it continued to move just ahead of me. I then climbed up on the couch walking further to other other end with my hands still just behind the sound till I reached the end of the wall where it stopped. I stood there totally bewildered till I heard a little child laugh. At that moment I grabbed my coat and called my friend and said, we’re going out!!!!! I left the house just as it was with all lights off upstairs and one light on in the family room and hurried out locking the door behind me. I returned home about 2am to find all the lights on in the house and my doors unlocked, an experience I will never forget.
That morning after sitting up all night I walked over to a neighbors house and began to question her about the home. My neighbor wasn’t shy about giving out information on the past owners and their family. I found that the past owners lost a 6 year old little boy who died of cancer, which brought everything into light with what we had been experiencing. I knew my kids were coming home in a few days so I had to move quick if I was going to take care of this. I called my Minister and he agreed to come out with another man from the church to assist him in doing a cleansing of the house and property. He did such and I felt confident that all was taken care of. I sat in the family room that evening in total comfort for the first time and in fact slept all night with no occurrence. The next day was a different story. We had a little dog and he was lost without the kids so he stayed by my side like glue. I was reading the paper and noticed the dog jumped off my lap and sat down and his ears went up like he was listening to someone talking to him. Just then he ran up the stairs and went into my sons bedroom. I found him lying on his back on the bed like someone was rubbing his belly. When I called the dog he wouldn’t come to me so I knew we hadn’t taken care of the situation at all. I did find out later that a Minister doesn’t have the in depth learning that a Priest does so this probably was the reason the cleansing didn’t work. As I said earlier I could go on forever but I’ll leave you with this for now.