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you brought your kitty with you.

September 13, 2016

I had a patient who was CMO and quite obviously very close to dying. The week before, my best buddy-cat Pippin had died (and I was pretty broken up about it, still). That being said… I walked into her room, and she said, “Oh, you brought your kitty with you!” I blink at her and say, “What?” Mind you, this was the first time I’d had that patient and I hadn’t discussed my cat with her, having cats or even liking them. Her reply, “Your kitty. It’s right by your foot.” I get that frisson, that momentary shiver in my soul and ask, just for kicks, “Yeah? What color’s the kitty?” She says, “Black with some white.”

Pippin was a black tuxedo cat with white paws and a white bib. And the patient died that night.

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Doug is in trouble.

January 25, 2016

My mother was a teenager and had a dream where my uncle, Doug, was banging on some large doors while laying down. He was trying to yell something but was injured badly. My mother says what woke her was the pounding noise on the door. She wakes up and runs to my grandparent’s room crying, “Doug is in trouble! He is hurt!” She tries to explain her dream and they comfort her back into bed.

Not long later my mother wakes up again, but this time the knocks are real. My grandather opens the door to two policemen. They tell my family that Doug had been stabbed in a parkinglot at a local bar and was at the hospital.

Apparently my uncle Doug had some words with four other guys in the bar about his girlfriend. They went to leave and the four guys jumped him at the back of the bar. He yelled for his girlfriend to drive off and get help. So she did. But after the assault he was found by one of the employees at the back of the bar, knocking with his little amount of strength on his stomach. They narrowly missed a main artery, too. He still had visible scars he showed me as a kid.

Take what you will from the story, but it still creeps me out a bit.

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did you dream of blood.

January 25, 2016

A few years back I had an incredibly intense fucked up dream and I won’t go into details about it because I feel uncomfortable especially because of what happened afterward and I feel superstitious about describing it

Anyway I woke up from this dream crying because of the despair I felt over what happened in the dream, and that is something that has happened only twice in my life, although the first time I woke up crying from a dream it was fear that caused it.

This was despair and something prompted me to call my family members to see if they were ok. When I got a hold of my dad I was on the edge of panic which I couldn’t understand and I was scaring myself. My dad was scared too and asked me what was wrong, I told him about the horrific dream and the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He got really quiet and asked me to repeat some of the details of the dream. My father is Arabic and there are some old Middle Eastern superstitions he believes. He asked me whether I saw blood amongst the brutality from my dream I described to him. I could hear the fear in his voice but I had calmed myself down now and embarrassed that a dream drove me to do much panic. He told me seeing blood is a good sign because the old superstition he knew said that seeing blood is a good thing and despite the brutal things I saw, a sign of life.

I could hear in his voice how on edge he sounded, my hysteria when I initially called him didn’t help matters. Feeling silly for how I acted and wanting to reassure him I told him I did in fact see blood and he sounded relieved and just told me not to worry. The problem is I didn’t in fact see blood, there was no blood anywhere, all that horrific shit and no blood, which according to superstition is a very bad sign. For the record I am a very rational person and not someone who believes in dream omens or that type of stuff.

Minutes after I was done I get a call, it’s my sister and she’s crying hysterically asking if my dad was ok and she had a horrible dream about him. Side note, my sister was living apart from the family and estranged from my father. Hearing my sister in this state I start to panic again. I ask her what she’s talking about, did she call dad? She tells me no she just woke up from a horrible dream about him. My sister has NEVER called me this way before.

We are panicking for a good two hours because my dad wasn’t answering. A few hours after initially calling him the police call my house to tell us my dad was in an accident, he was in critical condition in the hospital and the person in the passenger seat didn’t survive. I break down, hysterical again, because it feels like I knew this was going to happen and I lied to him about the blood.

I got to the hospital and we got to go see him a few days later, the first thing he says to me was ‘your dream’ and he starts crying, and I’m crying too. I saved the news clipping from the accident but I won’t post it here because I’d rather not reveal my last name. It was the single weirdest and creepiest thing that ever happened to me and this has never been something I could explain

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January 25, 2016

I was sitting downstairs minding my own business when my sister yells down for me to come up stairs, I argue back for her to come down and stop being lazy. This goes on for around two minutes and I am highly irritated. All of a sudden I go cold and realise, my sister is in Japan for travel. But it was her exact voice. So at this point I am freaking out and I grab and knife and go upstairs, walk into my sisters room and the rain on the window was dripping down except for one circle around the size of a plate, which the rain was not touching but drizzling around the edges. So very strange. I called my sister and she confirmed she was fine and had no idea what it was upstairs

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January 25, 2016

I spent the night at my best friend’s house and had a horrible, vivid nightmare about her step-dad attacking and raping me. I remember waking up and thinking it was real so I sprung up and locked the door before a “second” attack could occur.

A couple months later she confessed that he had raped her multiple times (and “he thinks you’re hot”).

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“Maggie, you have to wake up!”

January 25, 2016

This is my friends story. She was sleeping in on Halloween morning. She was having a vivid dream that she was having an out of body experience. Floating above herself, she was trying everything to wake herself up. She was screaming (we’ll say Maggie) MAGGIE WAKE UP! You have to wake up right now, you have to buy the kids Halloween candy.

Getting up early, especially on a weekend morning, was extremely out of character for Maggie. She woke up in a panicked sweat, throws on some clothes and leaves in a hurry because for some reason, getting Halloween candy is super fucking important right now.

Once she comes back home, she opens the door and is hit immediately by the strong scent of gas. Her roommate accidentally left the gas stove on and gas had filled the entire house. She believes, as do I, in some unconscious, last-ditch effort to save herself, she had this out of body dream to wake herself and leave the house immediately.

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The Woman At The Door

August 17, 2015

Back when i lived in Ethiopia, the weekend I turned 11, I went to a lake resort place with my mom and my (then 20 year old) cousin..so we stayed at an old hotel, built when the emperor was still around

So then, the creepy stuff happens (I was asleep through all of it and this is my cousins account of it)

We stayed in a bungalow, so there was a hallway with doors on either side..my cousin slept in the room opposite my mom and I

So my cousin says he falls asleep and he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a young lady at his door..in his half asleep state, he mumbled “who are you”..she doesn’t answer..he asks her what she’s doing and again she doesn’t answer, just staring at him

So the girl starts turning away and closing the door..my cousin jumps from his bed and throws the door open..at the same moment he opened his door, my mom opened hers, and the hallway was empty

So my cousin and my mom just stare at each other and my mom says “a girl came into mine and SekouNyerere’s room and turned on the lights and just stood there”

The next morning, I woke up to hear my mom arguing with my cousin..my cousin was hysterical, sayin that the girl was a demon, while my mom, more rational, was saying that it was probably a girl who got drunk and was looking for her boyfriend or something..

So I got filled in on what I had missed and that day, I’m wandering around the beach an see my cousin talking to a young man who I presumed worked at the hotel..I go up to them and the young man is talking about how “these kinds of things” are known to happen at that hotel..he said that at one point, some guy disappeared for several months and resurfaced in a village near the lake suffering from amnesia

8 years later, I recently asked both my mom and my cousin about it..I don’t think they were messing with me, although my mom maintains that it probably wasn’t a ghost/demon

My cousin thinks that the “girl” was at both his and mine and my moms doors simultaneously, hence him opening the door at the same the same time as my mom..

I think I should add that the door to our bungalow was locked (according to my mom and cousin)

The hotel was called Bekele Molla (I think it closed recently) and it was on Lake Langano, for anyone interested

Sorry for the long post, but this is probably the creepiest thing that (sort of) happened to me.