Cool thread.
The weirdest thing I can recall is that my brother swears that I was repeatedly abducted by aliens when we were kids, but I have no recollection of anything like that.
The scariest thing would be when I was 15, it was picture day at school and I had forgotten my tights for my cheerleading outfit for the picture, so I had to run home really quick to get them.
We lived out in the middle of nowhere and I was driving down a dirt road that barely had enough room for 2 cars. I was going about 45-50 and coming up a hill. There was a truck going the other way and we were both towards the middle of the road, so I swerved to avoid the truck.
I hit the ditch which catapulted the car up into the air and flipped it. I wasn't wearing my seatbelt and was ejected quite a ways out the side window. I landed hard on my back on a large rock and the car was still rolling and was leaning over me about to crush me when it ended up going back the other way and coming to rest due to losing equilibrium.
I was freaked out because I couldn't move and for a split second I thought the car was going to crush me. I was completely paralyzed and since it was in the middle of nowhere the guy in the truck had to leave me to go get help. It felt like forever before I heard the ambulance and police sirens on their way to where I was.
That was the scariest feeling in the world being stuck there all by myself and not able to move. I was just sure that I was paralyzed for life. Luckily, I did get movement back after an hour or two. The doctors said it was spinal shock from landing from my spine hitting that large rock.
I had a huge bruise across my back and still have some scars on my back from the glass of going through the window.
When they were loading me into the ambulance, the sheriff told me that it was a 1 in a million chance that not wearing my seatbelt saved my life and he asked me if I was going to wear my seatbelt from now on. To this day, I always wear my seatbelt. The weird thing was that was probably the only time I wasn't wearing my seatbelt because I was in a hurry.
The car's roof was completely flattened down to the doors and had I been wearing my seatbelt I probably would have been crushed.
The weird thing about the car wreck is that years later my brother told me that my dad had confided in him that he was a 33rd degree mason and had walked away from them. He had received a call that morning that something was going to be done to me.
Quoting: TrustNoOneKS Whoa! So, did any other things happen that seemed related to him leaving the masons?
Right after he supposedly left them, a lot of things happened pretty quickly. He had a copy machine fall off of a forklift onto him in the warehouse where he worked that broke his neck. He never worked again after that. We were pretty well off before that happened. My mom and dad ended up losing the house and everything.
He was also heavily involved in the American Legion and was pretty high up in the State of Kansas. He was Vice-Commander for the State of Kansas and was expecting to go on to become the Commander for the State of Kansas, but all that just fell apartment right around this time frame. He was also heavily involved in the 40/8 and that fell off in the same time frame as well.
Also, all of his family pretty much cut off contact with us around then. I have family here in Wichita that I probably wouldn't even know if I walked by them on the street because I haven't really had anything to do with them since I was a teenager.
My brother also said that we were all being watched and he swore that my phone was being tapped. We could both hear weird clicks and stuff when we talked on the phone. After he told me that we were all still being watched, one time I did notice that I was being followed by a car and me and my boyfriend were up in my apartment on the floor looking out the balcony to see if the car was still there and there was a guy just sitting in it facing my apartment.
Then, when my grandpa died, the masons came and did some ceremony at his graveside before they laid the casket down. It was crazy all the mason stuff that was at the funeral. There was even a floral arrangement that had the symbols. After the graveside services my dad tried to catch up to the masons and talk to them, but they just kept walking like they didn't even hear him even though I know they did. He was in a wheelchair by this time, so he couldn't catch up to them, but he was calling to them and it was so sad and so weird because they acted like he wasn't even there.
At the funeral, our family (my dad, my mom, my brother, and I) was pretty much not acknowledged by anyone except my Uncle Bruce, who was married to my dad's half-sister.
Also, my brother tried to join them, but they wouldn't allow him in because of my dad supposedly. Why he wanted to be part of that I will never know.
Sometimes, I think that I'm being gang-stalked, but you never really know with that sort of stuff, so I just kind of have to write it off as coincidence.
