>fall of 2016
>be depressed NEET who just dropped out of school and got rejected by onetis
>go to cheap dive bar on the outskirts of town
>get comfortably buzzed in my lonely booth and self wallowing
>eventually leave and see across the street a psychic shop on the second floor of apartment unit
>remember i once went there a couple of years ago during /nightwalk/
>go up the stairs where apartment door is wide open
>all the lights are off and notice everything is disheveled
>hear a weird clanking noise
>decide to turn around instead to leave
>then suddenly hear a door get slammed open and rapid running foot steps running towards me
>shit_pants.exe
>run down the stairs feeling like my heart is about to explode
>as i manage to reach down stairs and open the exit door hear behind me a in a loud lispy voice "HERE COMES THE HAMMER"
>miraculously open the door and gtfo while screaming and still running
>i find myself wandering around this park a couple of blocks away and chainsmoking cigarettes
>return to the dive bar a while later and report the incident to the cops
>cops show up not long after to talk to me and check area
>they find no one but a bunch of porn and Teen magazines scattered everywhere
Has Jow Forums ever experienced true terror?
>>as i manage to reach down stairs and open the exit door hear behind me a in a loud lispy voice "HERE COMES THE HAMMER"
shit nigger you almost got your neghole pozzed
The thought of living past 30 terrorises me everyday.
>tfw will be 30 in 10 months
I'm not prepared for this, where did my 20's go?
What do you know about terror
If you could do it over again, what would you do in 20s differently or that you didn’t do at all?
>be me
>be 19 and still live at home
>over the course of a week, I swear I hear someone trying to turn the doorknob to my house to get in
>don't think anything of it
>reports of break ins in the neighborhoods surrounding me
>tell dad about it
>he gives me a double-barrel shotty
>fast forward 3 weeks later
>home alone again
>playing vidya
>during a quiet moment, CLEARLY hear the door knob jiggling
>grab shotty and stand at the top of the stairs aiming at the door
>ohfuck.jpg when I realize that I forgot to lock it when I check the mail earlier
>literally shaking where it can be noticed visually
>think I'm about to shoot someone
>soon as the door opens, I see a goofy-looking nignog staring back at me
>we lock eyes for about 3 seconds before he NOPES the fuck out
>see him run across my yard and into a shitty car that was waiting for him at the curb
>it was his getaway driver
called the cops and they caught the guy, but fuck that was the worst moment of my life.
yes, in a nightmare when a huge floating demon picked me up by my leg, spoke in a reversed language and threw me around
Sometimes I'll get a dream that feels super realistic and I'll make up in sheer terror.
My anxiety also puts forward my worst fears in front of my face and makes me insanely scared.
Had sleep paralysis twice. First time I was convinced someone was standing by my head, but I couldn't turn to see them.
Second time I was having a dream where me and someone else got attacked, I was lying on the ground and a witch crawled over to me and started whispering in my ear, I couldn't hear what they were saying but that was when I woke up and couldn't move.
That’s not a paranormal experience, just a nigger in a crackhouse
Not him but yes.
I'm about to be 26 and I was such an irresponsible lazy prick who lacked self awareness. I could've gotten laid numerous times aswell and have been running my own business earlier if I hadn't spent instead wagecucking and partying with degenerates who would later abadon me.
I also ran off my qt gf because of how "cool" I thought I was but hey if i live up to 40 I'd probably say the same things with current me
Wow this is sorta what I was hoping to hear. I’m turning 23 in a couple weeks but I’ve been a lazy irresponsible prick, partying with people who I know will abandon me, some already have. I have had so many opportunities to get laid and I either didn’t take it or if I did I fucked it up. More or less the same situation with my ex too. I gotta get my shot together
Yea you're gonna get JUSTed hard soon.
If you'd like some advice I'd be willing to share but only if you're willing to hear me out
>not blowing that Niggers brains out
Pathetic
Got my head stuck in a picnic bench when I was 6. I knew I was going to die
not him but please go ahead
t. 19 yr old user
Did you survive?
You are a disgrace, you learn this nigger go, I wish he blacks your gf,oh but you would like that wouldn't you? Also Moot is a gook
By all means please share advice man, I’ll hear you out
I'm not sure he did user, you fucking stoned cunt
Was kidnapped when I was 7 or 8. A guy my dad worked with took me to try to con my dad out of money he made from a client. He put me in his basement for a few days and fed me tuna fish from a can. This was during the 90s so no GPS or cell phones. I legitimately thought I was going to die and have had PTSD ever since. CNN did an article on me but if I post it you freaks will probably find out where my parents live and send them hentai or something, so fuck you.
Looking at the progress thread with all of these fuckers going to the gym for six months and having much better progress than my sorry ass for a year.
>be me
>19 y/o dyel white college boy
>go to college in a rougher area of the city
>decide to go out with 2 of my friends in the middle of the night
>walking past a shitty broken bar
>group of 8 huge black guys hanging outside
>shit.jpg
>keep my head down and try to just walk past them
>one spots me
>"aye nice hair pretty boy"
>they all jump in on this
>"yo I wanna take that hair"
>make other comments about how I look but can't hear it entirely
>friends don't know what to do
>neither of them think it's a big deal
>just keep ignoring them and walking
>they start following
>pick up pace
>they pick up their pace
>full on run
>lose them by crossing the street just as cars start going
I wish this weren't a true story, after that I took lifting more seriously. This is one of the only times I can recount true terror.
Thinking of my children being indoctrined by the leftist curriculum in schools here.
As long as it's not hyper realistic.
>Has PTSD
>Calls others freaks
Fuck niggers.
Remember, you know where your 30s can go, and you know what you have to do... You can still just make it in time to enjoy the rest of your life
You're young enough man, you can fix things as you're still at the right age to be hired without suspicion that you were a layabout or retard for 5 years , there's something about being a neet or fuck up(ex heroin addict here) and you stall on life until mid twenties that is a unique situation and I'd love to hear if anyone has advice about his, currently moving from drug addict weak partial meet with high potential to rapidly moving towards my potential , but its still hard any advice from anyone would be appreciated
kinda happened to me once
>noticed this shitty car with 100% tinted windshield following me to my street
>every time i got into my street he stopped at the corner, after i noticed it i never parked into my garage again, i stopped at a empty lot and smoked a cigarrete and he always left
>after couple weeks i was home alone, my two roomates traveled
>went to smoke and before i leave the apartment i saw the car
>i immediately grabbed a basball bat and a air soft gun, turned all the lights off but the living room where the main entrance is and stood there holding the bat and the gun
>i painted the orange tip with a sharpie and waited untill something happened
>after some good 10 minutes i hear a car door closing, i call 911 and say there is someone trying to break in in a black hyundai
>i look through the peephole and see a dude in a hoodie aproaching my frontdoor with something like a crowbar or an iron pipe
>i open the front door holding the gun and don't say a word
>dude freezes and run to the car
>i go outside to get the license plate but couldn't figure out
don't know if the cops got the guy, but they never came back
>6 years ago
>me, 16, living in a pretty scary big old house with parents and grandma, that was built at the end of 19 century
>Chilling in the attic, where my dad had home work station and I had my electronic guitar with a combo
>Attic is scary even with people around
>When wind blows just a little bit, every fucking gap is whistling
>There were also fucking martens living under the roof in the matrix void of wooden beams and other construction shit, where human had no access to and sometimes you could hear them running, fighting and slamming themselves on the walls
>Anyway, nobody's at home, so I blasted that fucker all the way up and started playing
>After 20 minutes I realize the sound is weird, so I check the manual settings on the combo (levers, wheels etc)
>They are completely different then when I turned it on
>Mfw, when I reset everything into the desired tune
>After 10 minutes, it sounds even more retarded than before
>stand up, go check the combo, it's even more fucked up than before
>20 silent second stare at the combo
>Slowly lay down the guitar on the ground and I ask if there is anybody there
>Silence
>This is basically a situation, where I realize, that I might die due to some paranormal shit and nobody will ever know that my remains lay scattered in the depths of the house
>Loud as fuck crack sound coming from the wooden wall
>started sprinting towards the stairs
>When I am approaching the stairs, wooden coat hanger falls before my feet
>I started screaming and jumped on the stairs and ran out of house on the street
>Haven't been in that attic since
Lmfao you flipped the script on him
>tripfag
>worried about doxxing
pick one
i was shitting myself and thinking that if he gets in and has a gun i'm fucked, if i pull the "gun" first and he tries to reach something i'll bash him with the bat and pray for the best, thank god it all worked out
Regret will lay heavily on you to the point of madness. Never be indecisive because of this. Leave your loser friends behind and surround yourself with people more motivated even if they're not rich or powerful yet. If you have a vague idea on something that could help you make money or in any other way...then focus on that idea until it is more clear and THEN act on it. Most importantly of all DO NOT put aside things.
This is just general stuff
>be me, about 8 years old, at grandpas for holidays
>playing with little step sister and Dad, running up the stairs
>there was this old bedroom up there that if I remember correctly belonged to my grandpas mom while she was dying
>I get up the stairs first, I was lightning fast as fuck
>Start observing the room, only been in it a few times and never alone like that
>suddenly feel like I’m having an out of body experience, but in my body. Don’t know how to describe it
>hear “psst....PSST”
>this shit was IN the room with me, like right in fuckjh front of me but I saw nothing, the closest people were my dad and step sister and they were down the stairs. Everyone else was conversing or some shit further off in the kitchen
>I fucking froze
>there were only 3 possible places this could have come from, in this small ass room, under the bed (infront of me) the closet or the bathroom(also infront of me, it was a really small room idk why it even had the bathroom).
>but I was just frozen. I wanted to investigate but I was paralyzed with fear. There was definitely a presence.
>The whole thing only lasted about 30 seconds before my dad and sister came racing in and then the presence was immediately gone
>I was mostly confused at the time, I couldn’t even tell what happened I shrugged it off instead
>I went back in there almost any time I visited trying to find that shit or hear it again, but never did
>not sure if I feel terror exactly, definitely fear, but I was and still very much am mostly curious and intrigued. What did I hear, a ghost? Who was it, my great grandma? Previous house owner?
Kids have over active imaginations
I'd be more racist, I'm already super racist but being more racist would have been cool desu
Probably got some runners high and along with caused that auditory hallucination
I considered that but it was one staircase in a relatively normal sized, smaller if anything, two story house. I remember this so vividly I wasn’t winded or anything
Don't worry, being intimidated by other men is the real reason 99% of gym rats lift, whatever bullshit line they give you about 'self confidence' or whatever
>be me, 19 year old Aussie dyel, several years ago
>skipping uni lecture, sleeping at home around 11am
>both parents at work, no one else home
>hear back door open
>dog isn't barking so everything's fine
>hear bedroom door open
>look up, see skinny abo in my bedroom doorway
>I shit bricks, yell WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE
>he shits bricks and runs off
>chase him a good 300 meters down the street, stark naked because it's fucking summer, and any other Aussies here know you sleep naked in summer
>yelling the whole time, attracting attention of my neighbours
>walk of shame home after failing to catch him
>see his two kids (cousins, children, siblings, who knows with abos) running off with my mum's ipad and some fucking Tim tams
>get home, look for my dog (really worried that she didn't bark or anything)
>she's asleep on her bed in the kitchen, didn't even wake up for intruders
I still cringe at the thought of half my neighbourhood seeing a tall white lanklet running through the streets stark naked in the middle of the day
>NEET at the time
>hadn't slept in like 3 days
>its like 6am and i'm finally able to sleep because I've done what I had to do
>so tired that I can't fall asleep tho
>have the tv and a lamp on
>i'm an extremely paranoid person and my heart beats funny sometimes
>feel like i'm gonna die
>all of a sudden my heart stops beating
>feels like I got the wind knocked out of me and I shoot up out of bed
>as I do this the tv and the lamp shut off for no apparent reason and its pitch dark
>oh fuck I am literally in the process of dieing
>i am full blown panicking and i stumble to the light switch and turn it on, afraid that it won't work and i'm about to descend into hell
>it turns on
>panic attack that lasts for the next 6 hours
>literally having a nervous breakdown and debating on whether or not i should wake my mom up and go to a hospital
>put on a bunch of clothes, like you do when you're a kid and you want to LARP as a fat guy because it kind of makes me feel a bit safer
>go find my dog and just hug him for a while, but he gets pissed of and keeps trying to walk away
>eventually go back to my room and at this point i realize i'm hyperventialting
>start holding my breath on and off for hours
>eventually just hold it until i pass out because the shit was not going away or getting any better
>have no grip on reality for the next 3-4 months, completely depersonalized and dead inside
>didn't step foot outside my house for at least 2 months
>hearing voices and having panic attacks when the sun starts to go down
that shit sucked and i really hope i never end up like that again. i don't even want to know what they would've done to me if i had gone to a (((psychiatrist)))
Jow Forums fitting heavy today. 28 here.
I guess I completed a degree, made some savings, got out of an abusive realtionship and am just about through the effects of that relationship on my mind. Hopefully I can lose that v-card and be on my way to starting a family by 30.
>i don't even want to know what they would've done to me if i had gone to a (((psychiatrist)))
Probably given you helpful medication for your psychotic break you fucking retard
yeah just take the (((medication))) goyim trust us you need it
Whether it's a justified shooting or not, in most states you're gonna end up in court etc.
It's a lot of time and lost money. I shot in the shoulder after he drove his truck through my garage door and started throwing my tools and shit into his truck bed. He pulled a knife on me, so it was justified but I still had to go to the station, court, etc. Time off work yadda yadda. It's a big goddamn hassle and you're really risking your ass if they haven't actually threatened you.
*I shot a guy
/x/ really is a treasure
>bit more than 6 months till 30
I'm in the same boat user, 21-29 went by so fast.
Replace lift with any form of money-making, self improvement activity etc and you have an equally invalid argument
>be me, 12
>at summer camp in a huge log house with about 40 other kids
>we sleep in rooms with 3-4 beds so I'm in my room with 2 of my buds
>wake up pretty early one morning to go to the bathroom
>as I step out of the room there is a long straight hallway that stretches left and right
>have to walk left for about 100 feet to get to the toilet
>finish and go out
>as I step out I look up and I see at the very end of the hallway a completely pale girl sitting down leaning on the wall, looking at me
>she was completely white, white pajamas, white hair
>feel an instinctual fear, like I've been shocked
>start running towards her as my room is halfway between me and her
>get to my room, lie in bed, my heart rate is probably close to 200/min for the next half hour
>none of my bros believe me
Turns out later that it was just another camper girl with albinism, but that encounter still freaked me out
I hope you apologised and then put your dick in her to make it up to her
You had a panic attack you brainlet
Holy shit had the same dream except the demon was a skinny white guy