posted on Sep, 3 2008 @ 12:02 PM
Ok I'll spill... and in case Thrashee is reading, these are the honest to god truth!
1. When I was 3, my mom was drawing me a bath one saturday afternoon. I was sitting naked in the living room watching the Smurfs, My mom said that my
bath was ready so I said to my invisible friend: "Ok PeeWee, take me to my bath." At that moment, I levitated about 4 feet off the ground and
floated to the bathroom door before I freaked out and screamed "Put me down!" My mom had her back turned to me and asked what I was screaming about
and when I told her she just said "You and your big imagination." I still have no explanation for this.
2. In 5th grade, the scool district sent the entire 5th grade class (from 4 schools) to Camp Swatara for an overnighter at the end of the year. I had
fun the whole night, even lost one of my last baby teeth (which my dad "Tooth Fairy" gave 50 cents for). Anyway I woke up at 1 in the morning with
the strongest urge to take a leak, so I grabbed a flashlight and headed to the bathroom (they were in a separate building, down a hill and to the left
of my cabin). When I left the door, my flashlight died... I couldn't smack it hard enough to get the light back again (I watched my chaperone put a
fresh pair of 'C' cells in right before lights out). So I began walking to the light that hung from the bathroom doorway. The walkway to the
bathrooms was paved, and as I walked along I could hear something walking behind me. I stopped and yelled "Who's there?" No reply. So I walked
faster and again, footsteps keeping pace behind me. Again I stopped, "Who's there?" No reply. Now I just flat out sprinted to the bathrooms, I
could hear whatever it was sprinting behind me. I went into the first stall and pulled out my business, but squeezed incredibly hard on it trying to
pee without making noise. I heard the bathroom door open (it was like those doors in a resturant where they swing both ways) then I heard loud
stomping steps. I looked down and behind me and didn't see feet, then I heard 3 loud bangs on my stall door. I screamed bloody murder and peed all
over the bathroom stall as I ran in circles in the tiny space, fearful of what was on the other side of the door. One of the teachers came into the
bathroom, hearing my screams, and calmed me down he asked me why I was screaming and then said "Oh wait I see!" I never told my story but I'd
aparently cut myself with my fingernail. I told my story to the nurse while she found me a band-aid, and she refused to belive me.
I have more stories, just not enough room.