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my banjo kazooie saves got deleted

I was walking home after getting snacks from a gas station from around the corner and passed up a really dark alley. Just as I was about the pass the alley some guy in a jacket asked if I wanted to buy some bologna, I said no then the guy just backs back into the darkness, to the point where you can't event see him. So I check to see how the hell he dead it and the f*** appears behind me saying "So you [i]do[/i] want some Bologna!" I pushed him out the way and started running home. [spoiler]This didn't actually happen, just a scenario I came up with.[/spoiler]

I have 2 scary stories. The first: When I was 12 (so a few years ago) I was on vacation, and i was skiing, and i decided to go down one of the steeper hills (double black diamond i think? I don't remember) Because all of my friends wanted to. I was a novice skier, that was only my second time skiing. I was quickly going scarily fast down the hill, so i tried to slow myself down, and i started tumbling and sliding down the hill. I ran into 4 other people and i fractured 2 bones before i was able to stop. That was pretty terrifying. The second: There was an armed robbery at a bank only 3 blocks away from my high school, so we went into full lockdown. I was in the hallway when this happened and our 2 police officers at the high school ran by me with their guns drawn and their radios were shouting about how the gunmen were coming towards the high school. I sprinted across the hall to a classroom where the teacher was holding the door for me, and we waited it out. They were caught by the police after a few hour long standoff, and they never came into the school. I didn't know this at the time that the lockdown alarm went off and all i heard about the situation was from the police radio saying that the gunmen were coming towards the school so i was scared shitless for a good 10 minutes before our principal was able to get on the pa and tell us what was happening.

As a child, I was taught all dogs are good. This is wrong, do not believe this. So one day, in the middle of my eighth grade year I got off the bus already in a bad mood because I got a D on my report card and my parents would shit down my throat for that. I begin walking up the hill to my house. Something in the distance attracts my attention. Further up the hill, a dog. A pitbull. I got to the mailbox of my next door neighbor, and it ran to me. It was there almost immediately it seemed. I backed up and hated myself for choosing to carry all of my textbooks in my bag. I started backing up because it was barking and had a very angry look in its eye. I about faced and ran to my neighbor's door in hopes they were watching because that was the only thing I could bank on. Thankfully they were. The dog got my ankle before I got in my I got free and ran into the opened door. It shut, shutting the dog out. I fell to floor and started stammering out thanks. I checked the bite, and it wrapped around my left ankle, and had immediately started bruising and bleeding. They offered a phone to call my parents, and I called but when I went to speak I was in shock. Didn't quite process what had just transpired all the way. They took the phone and told the story. My mother being about an hour away asked another neighbor who lived further up the hill. They went to our church, the husband was the youth pastor and his wife was a nurse so she knew how to treat such wounds. However it got lost in communication that the dog was still out. And she brought her children and another neighborhood friend. Aged about 10, 7, 12. The dog stopped them, circling them and barking. They just stood there, frozen. The wife called her husband, who had just got off work. He sped there in about 10 minutes. Now keep in mind this man is about 5'5, so he's not the most intimidating person. But he drove up the heel, did a 180 and jumped out the truck. He was berserk. He suddenly seemed to be a goliath, and not my middle aged youth pastor. He was shouting at the dog and challenging it, the dog kept an aggressive stance but didn't attack. The children went into my house at the direction of the nurse, and she ordered me to follow suit. I went in, she cleaned it up. My mother got home, and the owner came out and quickly deposited the dog into the house. The shouting match commenced, my mother and youth pastor vs. the owner. The authorities arrived, called by the next door neighbor. I gave a statement, pictures were taken and so was the dog. Went to court, they chose to have the husband defend themselves and I whooped their asses in court. I only remember one point in the legal proceedings. I was scared and nervous, what if they didn't believe me. He asked me that if I was in the house, how was I chased. I suddenly wasn't scared anymore, I went full fledged -blam!-ing robot and quickly set straight before him the definition of a chase, and explained to him how closing a door in front of a pursuer could end a chase. He stopped examining me there. EDIT: there's more to the story, will add when I've got time. EDIT 2: the rest has been added. Ask any questions if ya have them.

Once I was trying to protect this kid from his mother who wasn't paying attention. Someone pointed a gun at me, then shot me.

Well, there was this one time... (Isn't that how all great tales begin?) Honestly, the scenario I have mind to lay out isn't all that extraordinary, but it did have an impact and got my heart racing. Walking back from the store one afternoon, a van slowed down beside me. The side door was open and a young thug with a rifle took aim at me. He fired a single shot and the van took off. Gang violence was a commonplace occurrence in the neighborhood and I really wasn't all that surprised to be targeted at random. This wasn't the first time a gun had been pulled on me, but it was the first time anyone had pulled the trigger. It wasn't to be the last, mind you, but I digress. The slug ended up buried in the boards of a fence on the other side of me, maybe a foot ahead of my chest. This same van also opened fire on some people in a park near my house not long after. I was close enough to make out the shot and hear the screams. Luckily nobody was hit. Some time after, I met another young man from the area who had also been a target of the van - or at least was faced with a very similar and coincidental situation - who had came so close to being hit that the round holed his jacket just under the arm pit. At the time it happened, I was more startled and angry than shaken by it. I actually chased after the van right after the shot hit the fence. It wasn't until later that it really hit me. That was a close call.

Drop Bears. [spoiler]i don't need to explain any further[/spoiler]

Just a couple days ago I was watching TV with my mom and dad and my dad says rather calmly "there is a spider hanging over you" now I don't mind spiders but this bastard was BIG and BLACK. Wasn't a black widow but it was mammoth. My parents were sitting on the couch and I was on the floor sitting in a rocking style gaming chair and I flung myself backwards and freaked out. My mom then says to turn on the light. Thing is, it was our fan light that we had a remote for and the fan was on but not the light. Then the spider hangs on and starts having a blast twirling in the air for a few seconds. As soon as the ride stopped, he let go of his silk and landed on the cstpet where we proceeded to murder said spider. Aaaaaand that's the scary story of my life that I can think of off the top of my head right now

Having to learn about Japan

One time I listened to a hopsin and Tech N9ne song [spoiler]skary[/spoiler]

It all started with going out with my friends to an abandoned house. We went inside and my friends left me in there because I wanted to check and they were screwing around by the shed outside. They had this women in the bathroom and... [spoiler]it was ur mum n I fukd her lul[/spoiler]

I swear to God it was 2:00 at night I was going to the bathroom across the hall when I see a figure out of the corner of my right eye. I was in the bathroom quite awhile trying to shake it off. I ran back to my room and shut the door. I couldn't go to bed so I turned on my computer and started playing some Skyrim when I feel a faint hand touch my left shoulder. I jump around with my headphones falling off to the ground. After that I didn't know what to do so I went to a friend's house. It hasn't happened again but I always leave the hallway light on now XD I'm not making this up. This is something that really did happen two years ago.

Every now and again I have dreams that predict the future. I once had a dream that a lady would get stabbed at a local shopping mall in the supermarket, a few weeks later it actually happened. I was pretty freaked out.

I grew up in Russia. [i]fin[/i]

A guy tackled me and tried to rаpe me, jokes on him because I rаped him instead, he never saw it coming. Now who is the one with the tighter ass.

[i]I have so many, I'll share one of the more insignificant ones. I live in a pretty dangerous area, lots of tweakers, r[b]a[/b]pe, and wannabe gangsters. So one day I'm taking a walk on a hot day, got my earbuds in listening to some Metallica, knife in my holster, when I see this really sketchy big dude obviously tweaking. I take an earbud out, stay alert. He crosses the street and starts walking towards me (I want to test this dudes intentions), so I cross to the other side. He does the same thing, I cross two more times with him following each time. Now I know he is following me with malicious intent. I know this city like the back of my hand, I take my earbuds out and ready myself, I go down a street with multiple exits. He follows, he starts yelling at me and chasing me. I turn around slowly, draw my weapon, and smile. We had a Mexican standoff for a good 2 minutes before he put his hands up and backed away. After he was out of sight I booked it taking plenty of "secret" shortcuts through the city, made sure I wasn't being tailed, and got home.[/i]

I've got a few, but there's this one that really stands out. A friend and myself were doing some late night 4 wheeling and were coming back down a road that eventually enters into an area where there's some remote houses. There's also a lesbian commune that's been there since the 60's ( this was in 2000, btw). It's in a valley about a 1/2 mile hike (though I've never been there) from where they used to park their cars at the road at the top. So, as we were coming down the road about 2 miles from their area, we were making jokes and cracks about "the teepee dykes". That's what people called them because they actually lived in a bunch of teepee's and later, tents. So after a minute we both start getting this strong sense of dread. All of a sudden something HUGE and black flew up from the road right in front of his trucks windshield. The lights were on it and it was definitely black. It's wingspan took up the entire windshield. He swerved a little and THEN we see a BIG pack of coyotes. In the road. About 15 of them. He had to swerve again because none of them moved and they were ALL staring at us. They didn't flinch as his big Scout was dodging them. That freaked us the f-ck out and that sense of dread I mentioned deepened drastically. We literally had to concentrate and focus on getting down the road because it felt like we were being led or pulled toward the right side of the road. Off a cliff and into the valley. We finally made it down into what makes up that little town that I don't think I want to mention. We were shaking. Bad. I've talked to people from that area, and some of them say that those women were a coven of witches. Absolutely true story. None of this is made up. I get weirded out just telling it.

So I was almost killed by a damn bobcat. Technically twice. I was doing this leadership school my JROTC program set up and we had a two day hike as part of it. We had to run up a mountain and all that BS. So the night we camped out and being that our program was a bit less than well funded, we had a 15 minute walk to the bathroom. We were not allowed to piss behind our tents. So, wake up at 1 needing to drain myself. I grab my flashlight which was one of those heavy ones the size of a baton. Walk halfway there and the cat was just sitting there in the middle of the trail. I shine my light on it and it runs off. I keep walking and apparently it really wanted a meal so it jumped on my back and bit my shoulder. I rotated while falling and the bobcat fell off. I scrambled up and it tried to go for my throat. It instead caught my forearm and clawed at my jacket. I smashed it's head a few times with the flashlight until I was calm. And that was at least 10 minutes. My shoulder, stomach, and arm were bleeding, I was borderline in shock, and I was drenched in both mine and the bobcat's blood. I managed to get back to my little camp and shook our commanders tent. He went from pissed to oh shit real quick. Thankfully none of the injuries were too deep or scarring. But I got a horrible infection from the bite on my arm that lasted months. Had constant fevers and even started hallucinating. I got plenty of antibiotics and came out of all that funk. Still have terrible scars but I'm healthy and alive atm. So not too bad. TL;DR- attacked by bobcat. Lots of blood. Infection. Hallucinations. Recovery.

the johnny rubber viral video when it first came out.

I realized something that no one ever should, there is no escape from them, they follow you wherever you go, taunting you, tormenting us, forever bound to us in a struggle of the spooks. [spoiler]Did you know that there's a SKELETON INSIDE OF ALL OF US?!!?!!?[/spoiler] [spoiler]3spooky5me[/spoiler] [spoiler]doot doot[/spoiler]