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lordwinnie wrote:Mr. Brad? I have heard that name SO much..
What’s a creepypasta?

Brad happens to be my actual name thank you very much. Often used or not it is what it is.
As for creepy-pasta it is a site where people post stories about scary things ranging anywhere from full-blown horror to slightly scary.

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I wasn’t referring I hear the name brad so much, my bad. I was saying I hear the name Creepypasta a lot..
I didn’t mean to offend you..

lordwinnie wrote:I didn’t mean to offend you..

No worries, simple misunderstanding that's all.

oh crap..so sorry

I had an accident that could have been fatal happen to me. We have a farm in Northern Missouri to go to to get away from the city. We fish,etc.. anyway we have a tractor with a trailer hooked on to it so when we go around the property i have a place to sit and it's also used to haul stuff to the ditch. We had put a bench in there.

Spoiler

here is what the trailer looks like.
anyway the trailer is only attached by a washer and a bolt..no nut at the time. We were going down the gravel road at what we called road speed,probably 25 miles an hour but it seems faster in open air, we hit a hole goin that fast. Well when we hit it it knocked the bolt out cause the trailer to become unattached at the hitch. Well the hitch bar went straight into the dirt/gravel road, and you know science, i continued to move. I fell head first over the side of the trailer where the hitch bar was. I missed the hitch bar luckily but i still hit head first on the gravel/dirt. i could have broken my neck. I had never seen my dad that scared. He said he heard me go woah and he turned to see me fall. He stopped as fast as he could and he turned around and saw me standing with my arms open like "wtf just happened". He said he thought he would have seen me knocked out. I was fine but good lord did my neck hurt for a while..i had to wake up just to turn over in bed. didn't go to the hospital but no doubt should have. And we put a nut on it to keep it secure.

When I was younger, I went to go get the mail at night, amd i was wearing brightly colored clothing to so a passing car could see me clearly. Now in my old house, the mailboxes were all on one side of a group of homes (not all that big) so as i was coming back with the mail, this car comes speeding out of nowhere and almost hits me. It took me a few seconds to realize I could have been killed then(this car was speeding). As it turns out, the driver was drunk too. I was like 6 at the time this happened.

I didn't almost die or anything but I was terrified…

This happened a couple months ago. I was a 16 year old girl and home alone. My family had left the house to me for a couple of days. The first few days everything was fine and I was actually doing better and felt better when everyone was out of the house. I had just gotten done texting my Dad wondering exactly what time he was going to be home what night and purposely left the door unlocked for him. It was 10pm when I settled down to sleep and my dad told be he probably wouldn't be back till at least 4am. About an hour passes, I'm half asleep, when I hear a robotic voice saying "Front Door Opened" from the Security System panel on the wall outside my bedroom door.

I sat there petrified in fear for a couple of minutes. I looked at my phone, my dads not supposed to be home for another 4 hours. I don't have the security system app on my phone, I didn't think I would need it, so I frantically text my dad asking him to please check and see if the doorbell camera recorded anything. After concluding that what I heard wasn't just something I dreamt from being half asleep I carefully got out of my bed, terrified someone was going to hear my bed sqeaking with every movement I made. Almost instinctively I remembered exactly where my small handcrafted obsidian knife was, without even turning on a light or looking for with my eyes I walked over to my cupboard and grabbed the knife. From there I tried to look through the blinds in my room to see if the door was really open. It was. I didn't have my contacts in and couldn't see a thing, I could only make out blurs of color. I could barely make out that the door was open, but it was definitely open.

Standing behind the door gripping my small handmade decorative knife I stared waiting to see a hand open the door debating in my mind what I would do playing out different situations in my head. In those moments though nothing happened I realized how powerless I was and even now I have an actual knife in reach of my bed. I know if sounds extreme but you don't realize what fear is until you're basically defenseless thinking someone is in the house who'll probably easily overpower me.

For those wondering my cat was the one who opened the door. And a neighbor with a gun came over and walked around the house with me. I've never been so thankful in my life.

I had a close-call that was honestly scary. A year or so back, I was delivering Enchiladas to pay for an awesome one-week summer camp that was coming up. My grandparents were taking me around the neighborhoods to deliver, and they parked opposite to the house I needed to deliver to. Since I was in the back-seat, I figured it would be easier to walk around the back of the car to walk across the street. However, my view was obstructed by my grandparents car, and another car that was zipping down the neighborhood narrowly missed me. I saw it just in time to stop as it passed. That was a really close one. If I didn't see it at the last second, I probably would have gotten hit.

EDIT: Sorry, I removed my post. At the time I was getting an important story out, but I think I want some of that to be private now