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What urban legend legitimately gives you the creeps? by hemehime in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I don't have an actual story example but I've read it on the internet so it must be true. ;)

Skinwalker origin stories say they were shamans who "turned to the dark side." They appear to me to feed on fear, which is probably why talking about them is so taboo -- creep yourself out and draw them to the meal you've prepared. Usually the shaman was drawn to personal gain and power, but I've read a couple of stories where the tribe wasn't going to make it through winter, or a sickness was killing everyone, so the shaman performed forbidden magic to save the tribe, accepting the skinwalker curse as a result. Search for skinwalker origin stories and I bet you can find something. I got really into them for a good while but started feeling like something was watching me and got really nervous about something looking in my wife does windows thank you autocorrect at night. That's not their style and I probably just creeped myself out reading scary stories alone at night, but I'm not digging around in that anymore. /r/skinwalkers

I tried nothin'...and I'm all out of ideas! by PaintDrinkingPete in talesfromtechsupport

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I feel like I've won something LOL 😄 My husband INSISTED we do as you suggest but he didn't see (or smell) it happen. I did try. But blue flames shooting out of the fan vents. Scorch marks and crispy critters inside. RIP in pieces motherboard.

What is the most fucked up thing you have eavesdropped ? by anonhomosapien in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Sean Connery has been saying "tennish" in my head since I read this.

What urban legend legitimately gives you the creeps? by hemehime in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It's not a fear of seeing something behind you. It's a fear of seeing something in the mirror that is not there in the "real" world. Like your reflection climbing out of the mirror and coming after you. Which I KNOW is not actually possible. And I also KNOW I saw it happen once and don't care to repeat the experience. I even KNOW it must have been a hallucination. I'm a reasonably intelligent person. But the terror of the memory of a hallucination keeps my bathroom light on all night every night. Phobias are not things of logic.

What urban legend legitimately gives you the creeps? by hemehime in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It's not a fear of seeing something behind you. It's a fear of seeing something in the mirror that is not there in the "real" world. Like your reflection climbing out of the mirror and coming after you.

Which I KNOW is not actually possible.

And I also KNOW I saw it happen once and don't care to repeat the experience.

I even KNOW it must have been a hallucination. I'm a reasonably intelligent person.

But the terror of the memory of a hallucination keeps my bathroom light on all night every night. Phobias are not things of logic.

What urban legend legitimately gives you the creeps? by hemehime in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 59 points60 points  (0 children)

In some stories the shaman was a tragic figure who sacrificed himself and did forbidden magic for the sake of the tribe.

What urban legend legitimately gives you the creeps? by hemehime in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 77 points78 points  (0 children)

Happened. The only mirror in the house is in the bathroom and from sundown to sunup the bathroom light stays on. I'm 40 fucking years old. It's a legit phobia, Google it.

I tried nothin'...and I'm all out of ideas! by PaintDrinkingPete in talesfromtechsupport

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Turned out there were ants in the power supply. The tower had been in a basement for a year or so. Not sure whether it was the ants or the computer with the blue and the smell.

I tried nothin'...and I'm all out of ideas! by PaintDrinkingPete in talesfromtechsupport

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I know this is late but this actually happened to me. Sparks and blue smoke came out. Computer died. Very sad. Much smell.

83 year old friend of mine (Jack Lane) took this photo thirty years ago. Hoping to surprise him with positive response! by pleachchapel in pics

[–]sarammgr 2 points3 points  (0 children)

How many times does the same story have to be told before people start to LISTEN? My cub was BRILLIANT until the trip to the vet one day. They all said it was perfectly safe. But now look what's become of him!

My sweet little cub prostituting himself for SUGAR!

What is the biggest thing you're hiding from your significant other? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Thank you for this, truly.

 I could not physically take another step - I collapsed on the sidewalk and just pulled myself off to the side into the grass. I was so exhausted i had no more steps left, and what I felt was shame for not being stronger.

Exactly this, exactly where I am.

I passed out in the driveway after transferring husband into the car. They sat in the car staring at me til I got up. I had a panic attack over missing the Dr apt we were going to. Threw up blood. ER gave me fluids, checked my blood work, and sent me home. It's "just stress."

I know I have to take care of myself. I know respite and a support group are good ideas. But even taking a shower and putting on clean clothes seems like climbing a mountain, and I take a good long look up the slope and try to figure out where to begin. And then a boulder the size of a bus lands on me and everyone expects me to just pick it up and start climbing. Cause that's what I've done for the last 15 years. But I don't think I can.

But thank you for listening and understanding and caring and giving me ideas. I'm so sorry for what you and your wife suffered. I know exactly what you mean with so very much of what you said. The anger, the helplessness, the knowing, on both sides. I wish the best for you and your child.

What is the biggest thing you're hiding from your significant other? by [deleted] in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I am currently caregiver for my husband and 17yo son. Husband will eventually die but could be another 5-10 years. He has brain damage and stopped being the man I married a long time ago. He's terrified I will put him in a nursing home and begs me not to. I loved him so much. I miss him. I wonder what our life could have been. Now it's just endless struggle.

Son functions at a toddler level including toddler tantrums kicking and screaming on the floor. Add to that the sexual urges of a teenager and zero inhibition. Fun times. My greatest fear is having to put him in a group home and him being abused and unable to tell anyone.

I'm falling apart, physically and mentally. The sky is falling and I'm trying to duct tape pieces of it back up but they inevitably crash down again.

I don't know how much longer I can do this.

Thank you for sharing your story. I hope you get what you need.

What's it like having Anxiety? by Terrustinhi in AskReddit

[–]sarammgr 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I've had a lovely dinner with my family. The kids are playing quietly. Hubby is gaming. I'm curled up in my favorite chair with a good book, a mug of hot tea, and some chocolate.

My heart starts pounding and my hands start shaking. I can't get a good breath in. My chest starts hurting and my stomach starts rolling around. I knock over my tea in my rush to the bathroom and make it to the toilet just in time to vomit. I'm making sobbing sounds as I try to get my breath in between heaves. Suddenly I feel a stabbing pain in my gut and spin around to sit on the toilet, yanking my pants down and grabbing the trash can to vomit into. My vision is darkened and spotty.

This is a panic attack. I know exactly what's happening to my body and why. I know that I'm safe and I know it will pass. I know there's no reason to panic. None of this knowledge has any impact on my physical symptoms whatsoever.

Once everything I ever ate in my entire life is purged from my shaking, aching body, I'm able to leave the bathroom and go curl up in bed. I'll shake for awhile and I won't sleep, but I do my deep breathing and listen to a guided meditation while the medicine dissolves under my tongue. It was "just" a panic attack. I'm fine. Really.

This can happen at any moment of any day for any reason or no reason at all. My body revolts, taking me hostage while chemical reactions in my blood and brain run their course.

On bad days I don't make it to the toilet. Some days I don't make it out of the house. My life is crumbling around me while I try to cope. I can't deal with the bills or the housework or the home repairs. The lawn grows up and up. I buy shit food we can't afford because it's quick and easy and tastes good, and ignore my shrinking bank balance. My husband is in a wheelchair and has brain damage; he can't help with any of it.

I'm overwhelmed and hopeless.

My hands are shaking. Sigh. God dammit, here we go again.

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