Bearsnessecity

My first experiment with the supernatural occurred when i was a child. Back when my dad was healthy enough to drive, he would take me and my sister for long rides on the country sides, and to the beach. We’d rarely get out of the car, but that wasn’t the point. When we were on the road, we’d be able to think clearly, and leave behind a lot of our problems. We even stopped fighting when we went for these drives. One day, my mom and sister decided to stay home when we went for our drive. I’m glad a they did. We got into a really bad accident on the parkway. A drunk driver plowed into the side of our car. Back then, no one talked about buckle safety, so I went flying into the front of the car. It was really messy. My dad and I were upside for a really long time, just waiting for help to come... to injured to move. We heard yelling, knocking on the car, and two men were standing there. My vision was really screwed up, so I couldn’t really see what they looked like, but I could feel something strange about them. Something, powerful, but friendly. They told us we’d be okay, and then I realized the car was filling up with water. Or maybe it was gas, we couldn’t tell. My dad and I started screaming, but they told us we’d have to remain calm. That’s what we did, or at least tried to. The men started moving outside the car and then it was over. The call was turned upfront, completely dry, and my dad and I were both back our seats, and... my buckle was on. We got out of the car, and started to check the car for damage. Everything was completely fine. Everything except for a big cut across my dad's forehead... and an indedicital one across mine. It scarred over, and it’s really ugly... so I wear my hair long now because mom says no woman would ever find it attractive if they could see it. We drove back home, being really careful... and a mile before our exit, we saw a crash, that was exactly like the one we just experienced. My dad and I talked about it, in complete disbelief... we decided we’d never tell mom. So, after years of keeping this a secret, I decided to share it with you. I often lay awake thinking about the two men who saved us. My grandmother would say they were probably angels, but I’m more inclined to be believe they were extraterrestrial. So, if aliens do read this forum as I would like to believe they do, thank you guys for saving me and my dad that day. It was a serious bro move.

vividappears

I had a similar experience once. I don’t have anyone who can back it up though like your dad :-/I was riding on a bike in the woods, on my way to school back in the 80s, when I hit a rock, flipped over, and rolled down a rocky hill, severely injuring me in the process. I blacked out, and woke up to two figures, each with one hand on me, telling me to be strong, and to accept the things I can’t change. I started to scream, as I realized I was in the river, and I was submerged into the water. I stopped panicking, just like they told me, and I was lifted from the water. I told my family the story, and they didn’t believe me. I was only eleven when it happened, so I guess I can’t really blame them. I don’t know if I imagined it, but ever since then, I’ve had an interest in the supernatural. I wonder if there could be a connection between the two who saved me, and the two who saved your dad. Friendly aliens traveling the world saving stupid kids getting into accidents. That’d be really cool if it was real. :)

VERAformer

I swear we make a thread like this once a week, but I can’t help be compelled to see everyone’s first experience with the surreal. I’ve never shared my story, but I think today is as good as any to do so. When I was a kid, I had an obsession with computers (i still do.) My dad had this word processor, with a tiny screen, one you could see like maybe 10-15 words at a time. And he’d work on it, and when he was done, I was allowed to use it. So, I started writing stories. I don’t really remember what they were about, but they were pretty stupid. One day, I started a ghost story. I remember how it goes, it was pretty bad. The Incandenza family appeared to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look distorted. On Saint Patricks day of 1992, the family is photographed at a local parade parade. When it’s published in the newspaper, they’re missing faces. The next day the family moves out. People in the town start talking about how weird they were. Some kids decide to break into the house, and see if they left anything. They did in fact... an old toy piano. After trading some cards for the toy piano, the main character acquires it from the kids who stole it. They say it’s haunted, but he’s too logical to believe in that. Or so he thinks. Refusing to believe the superstition, Mike starts to play the toy piano. But, he’s never played a note in his life... and yet, beautiful music starts coming from the toy piano. A collage of images flash into his mind: a giant hamster balancing on a tiny navigator, an old newspaper headline about a hit and run accident, a hooded rabbit ranting about minorities, Bill Clinton, and a drinking well located in a deserted place. He looks down at his hands, and he’s breaking out in spots. He realises that the curse of the peculiar piano is true and calls in his lover, a senior called Alexandra to help him. They’re talking, and she reveals that she is one of the Incandenzas. Alex Incandenza. Alex examines the piano and willingly submits herself to the curse. She finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. She finds the giant hamster balancing on a tiny navigator particularly chilling. Mike and Alex pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the hooded rabbit. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up? I don’t think I ever wrote an ending for it... but the next day, was my cousin’s birthday. We had the party at our house. And guess what? We had an ice cream cake shaped like a rabbit, and he was gifted a toy piano... I got really freaked out, and i went for a walk, and fell into a poison ivy tree, and I got a really bad rash just like the one from the story. I started running, and came across a well in the woods. The next day, I met a neighbor, whose name was Alex. Ever since then, I realized that thought had power! I realized that writing things, and believing them, can make them true. Which caused me to be terrified of my own thoughts and the power they had... As time has gone on, I’ve believed in it less and less... but I’m still interested in the supernatural for various reasons.