3. Tickle, Tickle.
I had a dream that I was being tickled. I ended up waking up because the dream started to get creepy. I wake up and I am still being tickled. I live alone.
EDIT: For those asking, the dream was creepy because at first I was being tickled by someone I knew and inside my house with many people around but as the dream went on it turned into some unknown person/thing tickling me in this dark secluded area and everyone else had left.
Response: I had this happen in college. It felt like someone was running a feather up and down my arm. Woke up… turns out it was a cockroach skittering across me.
4. Ghost BBQ.
Walking home with buds after a night on the town. We’re walking around when we smell the most delicious smell we have ever smelled. We follow it to a bbq joint where this old black guy is humming a old negro spiritual while attending a homemade grill. We walk up and he greets us in a friendly Tennessee accent and asks us if we were hungry. He piles bbq on a plate on us and say its free of charge but tells us to come back in the morning to try the sides and desserts. We head out and promise we would return. The next day we go back the gentleman’s son is outside of the shop grilling. We explained to him what happened and that we wanted to thank the old man. The son says that his dad, the FORMER owner of the place has BEEN DEAD FOR 10 YEARS and the damn restaurant has been closed SINCE HIS DEATH. That day was their grand reopening…..
Response: You are now bound to Deep South Satan, the spookiest of all the Satans.
5. Wave Hello.
My mother and grandmother were walking around their neighborhood before I was born. As they passed a house, my grandma saw a little blond girl with pigtails sitting with a huge dog. My grandma waved at her and the girl waved back. My mom asked, “who are you waving at?” My grandmother, obviously confused, turned to my mom and said, “the little girl!” But when she looked back, the girl and her dog were gone. After asking around a bit, they found out that a little girl had drowned at that house and that her beloved dog had died trying to save her. Both my grandma and mom swear on their lives that this actually happened.
Response: Crazy old people. I hope that when I’m old and senile, I at LEAST don’t imagine dogs waving at me.
