I'm sorry for the extreme amount of dialogue in this episode. It migth take a bit to read, but I hope you'll spare the time? Cody's story... Jeezus-Tap-Dancing-Entei... I dunno what to make of it, its such an odd tale, but his mother told it to us as well, and she's the most honest woman I have ever met, so... I dunno...
On the bright side: I get to start studying for Finals! YAY!!
uh, I once fell of of a plastic slide 3 ft tall and sliced my ear somehow. I once fell and split my head open...sorta and I once sprained my toe, and had someone step on it and break it 2 weeks later...
Yikes... I've got my fair share of injuries and stories, but it would take too long to type them all out in detail... so... The stories: -Broken Arm (loose saddle on a pony ride) -6" cut on the bottom of my foot -Rusty nail in the bottom of my foot -6th Grade (Long story- lots of depression, suicidal thoughts, bullies, etc.) -Cracked Skull on corner of a concrete step -Broken Toe -Fractured Tailbone -Squirrel Bite (most recent, don't ask how) -6th Sense (Somehow, I can sense spirits, and even "see", though poorly, with my eyes closed. Idk how, but I can)
And then, there's the story of how I was conceived on Palm Sunday and then born on Christmas. To top that off, my mom says that when she went to the pharmacy to buy the pregnancy test, a little girl asked her nonstop "where's your baby?"; my mom thinks that little girl may have been an angel or something.
Oh yea.. I forgot the time I fell off the top bunk of my bunk bed (don't have it anymore) and the ladder landed right on top of me. I was lucky enough to both land like a frog and have the ladder land so that my head was right in-between 2 steps and the sides landed on my shoulders; I wasn't hurt, but I had quite the scare.
Its sad, but stories like that are everywhere (and real) a woman from my church went on a mission trip to... Kenya I think and she had like a million wichcraft stories to tell! I remember just dropping my jaw at the stories.
Pah! You guys! That's the best you've got?(cept Cody's. Thats Intense!)(Ok all of yours were pretty good. XD )
When I was 3 I fell out of a two story window
When I was 3 and a half a staircase my dad had been building fell on top of me. (and it wasn't small)
When I was 5 I hit my head on concrete and cracked my skull from one ear to the other around the back of my head.... I have a feeling there is another story but I cant remember right now.
My mom and dad haven't had a baby. And each time my mom got pregnant, the baby was miscarried. Then they went to an old man and he bathed them. And had sex while bathed.And POOF. I was born 9 months later.
They even explained it to me with details. Oh my poor mind.
I got the weirdest family ever. I still love them though
The only "scary stories" that I really have are when I was in my parents band member's basement play with the chicks they were raising at the time, and when I was walking up the stairs onto the main floor I felt someone grab my shoulders but I was the only one down there.
The next one is when I was at my twin cousin's birthday party and we decided to use a Ouji board. (Stupid decision, really.) We lit a bunch of candles and nothing happened when the other girls were doing it, so I jokingly said,"Let me show you how a pro does it," and sat down in front of the board with four other girls. Automatically when I put my hands on the device thing you push around, the front door flew open and slammed shut, which caused a bunch of girls to cry and my laughing my ass off even if I was slightly surprised.
Reminds me of a horror story my friend told me when we were eleven... Her mother had died when she was young and was always suffering from some sort of chill, even though it's quite warm where we live. After she'd died, my friend went to her uncle's house and opened up the freezer and there were pictures of her mother in there D:
... Mexico has the strangest stories, i still remember my cousin telling me of the dolls she used to have in her home in Mexico and how she would place them in the living room or whatever and then the next morning it would be sitting right in front of her bed just staring at her. she asked my aunt and everyone else if they moved it and they all said no, so she was just scared shit-less since she was like-what 6? when she told me the story at my house it was night and i was 7. i had baby dolls pinned up around the room on the walls and after that story i was too scared to even sleep because one baby doll would dangle and stare at me all night. it ruined my childhood... Mexican stories, man. the creepiest...
i have a story idk how old i was i think 6-8 idk one day my mom went to the yard sales ( her so-called hobby ) and left me with her cuz, I sneaked out of the car and walked in the streets, I blacked out and saw a bunch of people around me my mom was the main person i saw... i was put on one of those emergency caring things, most of my body was numb to me i could not even feel my face, i fell a sleep stayed in the hospital for about a week i think, and i could not go to school for a few days, i wore bandages those days. im OK my face is normal no scars
When I was ten years old, I was play at a playground and I fell down the metal stare case, at first I was fine but then I felt the back of my head was wet, I thought it was a rain drop but there wasn't a cloud in the sky, then I reached to where it was wet. When I pulled my hand back I saw blood all over my hand, There was a whole in the back of my head deep enough to see my skull. I passed out due to over lost of blood. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital, and there was stitches on the back of my head, My mom just woke up and started crying because she thought she was going to loose me after all I have been through and she told me I was in a coma for four days in the hospital. Thankfully, I'm still here enjoying life.
(I'm really sorry if I posted this already, but I can't remember!)
Back when I was about 8, my brother and his friend Hunter were playing Gauntlet in the living room and I was watching because I loved that game. Alyx(my brother) and Hunter started saying that they were hungry, so I decided to go ask my mom to cut us an apple. But my mom and dad were gaming(playing D&D or something), so they were both really busy. I decided that I could cut an apple for everyone since mom couldn't. I got out one of the biggest kitchen knifes we had and started cutting the apple. I can't remember if it happened right when I cut the apple or a little while afterwords, but I cut the base of my left index finger. Alyx and Hunter heard me shout and started freaking out, but I wasn't freaking for some reason, probably because I thought I just needed a band-aid. Thing is though, I actually needed to go to the hospital to get stitches. I was afraid of knifes for the longest time afterwords, and even now I tend to shy away from them. It doesn't hurt anymore, and I got a cool scar out of it~!