Eric Redding

These are nightmare fuel.

“I am afraid to talk to women and have severe trust issues. I thought of suicide several times since it happened. Luckily I have a good support structure in my life. I know I should get help but I have fears of talking about what happened to other people. Mostly, the accusation broke me.”

“I got her a very pretty glass Christmas tree that had some candy in it. She gave me a book, a smut novel … that had her mom’s name written on the inside cover, but poorly scribbled out.”

“There were notes about me. What hours/days I worked, notes about my cats, and updated notes that they were no longer there and the date, my fucking credit card number!”

At the office after hours, alone. Phone rang, picked it up to a woman frantically screaming “You gotta help me!” *click*

“I ran outside following the dog barking and saw him dragging my mom by her hair, I remember trying to be steady like I had been taught but I just fired over and over again.”

There’s a groan and a laugh in every one.

I’m going to be frank, these are some of the most insane stories I have ever heard in my entire life. They are crazier and, in a very few cases, sadder than anything you could make up. They are also utterly fascinating.

“On 12/30 at 2:04 am I caught something VERY weird. To set up: This night I was sleeping in my bed – my 3 year old was with me that night as he is scared of the dark. It was just the two of us in the whole house. The next night I decided to go through and delete my recordings and saw this particular record.”

Every person has that one story that they can’t forget, that shook them to the core, that one event that will forever stick out in their mind and never, ever go away.

Above the hay was a misty form which had the very clear shape of a woman “floating” above the hay stack. She had on a milk-maid type dress and her head was cocked to the side and her eyes were wide open. My first thought I remember very distinctly and it was “I am seeing something horrible that I shouldn’t be seeing.”

Suddenly, the guy comes completely to, rips out his tube, grabs my sister’s hand, and lets out this breathy little scream, “Don’t let me die, I’m going to hell. Please don’t let me die!”