Personal Stories

Stories can be anything, funny, sad, amazing, paranormal, anything goes as long as it is a true personal story.

Several years ago in a previous house I had a rat problem. I could hear them at night wreaking havoc in the kitchen, rooting around chewing holes in cereal boxes ect... It got to the point where I would have put out food for them if they agreed to stay out of my Captain Crunch.

I eventually got some snap traps and got a few including a massive rat that I chucked in the freezer. My X-landlord was a real prick strung out on cocaine and was super paranoid so I took the frozen rat and stuffed him in a light sconce outside the front door of his business at the start of a long weekend so he was extra ripe when he found him several days later. I work across the street now and it was great to see him pacing around smoking furiously at a record pace. Oh well that's just a side note.

The smartest rat was last and easily stole the food from the spring traps so I got some sticky glue traps and one day while playing Command & Conquer I hear screaming in the kitchen and there he was stuck in the glue a medium large rat. My first thought was to chuck him in the trash can outside but it was 105F outside and that seemed cruel. I had always heard freezing to death was almost peaceful so I put him in the freezer to cool off and went back to my game. About 30 min later I started feeling guilty and got him out. He was pretty much frozen solid but I thought I could see the tiniest glimmer of life in his eye so I peeled off the tray and did what anyone would do. I got a hair dryer to warm him and a soda straw and started to blow into his mouth and to my amazement he lived. I put him in a small bird cage and fed him fast food, pizza, Taco Bell, french fries, Captain Crunch ect... He however had suffered extreme frostbite. His tail turned black and fell off and so did 3 of his feet and his ears. Other than that he was fine. I named him Lazarus

So one night after a few beers I decided to try and hold him and things were going very well. I was in my easy chair petting him when suddenly he darted and ran with amazing speed on his little stumps. My place was cluttered and I couldn't risk him getting away so I grabbed him and he sank his teeth deep into my flesh but I did not let go but gently pried his teeth out of my palm and put him back in the cage. A few days later after feeding him I forgot to close the cage door and he vanished. I left the door open with the food figuring he would come back for all the good food but he was never seen or heard again.

 

Back in 1986 was my 2nd year in the US Navy. I served as an Aviation Ordnanceman loading missiles on the F-14 Tomcat in the Fighter Squadron VF-103 Sluggers that has since been renamed The Jolly Rogers after I was out and the squadrons merged. My squadron was attached to the USS Saratoga. Anyhow that year we were in the Mediterranean sea and tensions were high with Mommar Quadafi acting up. The weather was very bad and we were using it to our advantage, severe storms everywhere and we would hide the ship by staying within the most severe storm clouds. The flight deck was more or less my home when I was not sleeping. As an enlisted you were required to occasionally stand watch which really sucked because you were already sleep deprived. This was my night, the midnight to 4am flight deck watch. There were 3 watches on the flight deck, 1 aft, 1 mid and 1 on the bow, I got the bow watch where most of the fighter jets were tied down. I went about my duty in the pouring rain making sure all the planes were securely tied down and every half hour or so would take a short break in the island or tower in the command center where the boatswains mates had their little table with the miniature planes. I went back out for another round and the rain really started coming down and there was lightning everywhere and the seas were very rough for the Med. I don't know what got into me but I walked up to the very bow of the carrier and just stood there and it became a supernatural experience. The buckets of rain and wind whipped around me like a tornado almost lifting me up lightning everywhere and I lifted my arms to the sky, to my maker, it was like a scene out of Highlander or something. Looking back I know the guys on the bridge must have been watching me saying look at that lunatic. No rain gear, water filled my boots, soaked to the core, Oh well that's it, just a great memory. I never felt more alive.

 

sorry but that is one cruel story.
these glue traps are banned in so many places because of how cruel they are. there are humane traps that people use to catch and release rodents back out into the woods or whatever. and keeping it in the freezer alive? i mean really.
maybe if you had seen cats who got trapped in these traps you wouldve said oh thats really cruel, poor kitten. same goes for any animal.
as an animals rights advocate i am disgusted by this story and i hope you will never ever do that again.
here are some pictures if you need to be convinced.
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/08/03/article-0-0AABE04C000005DC-449_634x478.jpg
http://blogs.inlandsocal.com/pets/88980405.jpg
http://www.ahscares.org/images/HP-GlyndaBeforeSW.jpg

 

Sorry that you are offended Tali but I never killed any kittens they were rats, the same animal that caused the black death and spreads disease, even worse raids cupboards and my cereal boxes. I felt bad that is why I revived him.

Anyhow onto a different story.

About 12 years ago I was working at a corner store gas station as a clerk. There was a couple in their 40's that would come in every day to buy cigarettes and would always pay with a check. No big deal but it was always one pack of the cheapest "TRUE" butts you could buy. He looked normal enough but she looked like a 70's era porn star that did not age well. I worked the night shift. So one night she comes in to get her pack of smokes and as I am handing her the change (did not pay with a check this time) I touched her palm with my finger tips and the coins. She lifted her palm in response and I guess I smiled and winked. I never thought anything of it til' the next day when the manager told me they came in raging that I flirted with her and demanded me fired. I was taken aback and in retrospect think she must have went home and told her husband I came onto her and it was he that flew the coop.

So I knew they were a team truck driver couple because sometimes they would pull up in their bobtail semi-truck and they almost always paid with a check so I had their phone# and home address. Bad move for them. My co-worker Bobby who would later try to kill me (a different story) was big into porno mags so I got an idea for a little revenge. I borrowed a few of his mags and went to the back pages with all the ads, free blow-up doll, free sex toy, free penis pump, free sex kit, ect...

Got myself a stack of 3x5" cards and sent out about 20 cards printed out on an ancient word processor that read...
"Swinging trucker couple seeks discreet encounter with hung male, send SASE and photo." About a week later she came in and gave me an odd look but I kept a straight face but I was laughing on the inside.

Come on people lets have some fun with stories, I know you got'em.

 

I present you one of my greatest stupidity I remember :blah:

2 Years ago, when I was in 6th from, on one day I causally woke up at 7 AM , prepared everything in big haste ( I have terrible habit to wake up with no time left to errors :tsk and left hose to go to school on foot (70 minutes of fast walking :bolt.

Well, it was around January/February and with glorious British weatherain::smow::smow::smow: it was snowing all the time and freezing with some negative temperature. I walk around 20 minutes to realise I forgot my backpack with lanyard and everything. Knowing I will be late if I go back for it I do so anyway as they most likely wouldn't let me in without lanyard. So I turn back and after same amount of time I reach my house again. Then I realised I forgot to take keys as well. So only thing left to do is to call my parents to somehow arrange a spare keys for me and guess what. My battery died. I felt defeated so I just went to school.:spy::okmeme: After boring trip an being late half of lesson I go inside. Then I see empty corridors, death silence, reception closed. "What the hell" I think. Then I see someone closing doors I ask what's going on. After I have the answer I would most likely explode form inside. School is closed this day hearing this "It's Staff Developement Curriculum Day, you should have known that." }:| Fully defeated I go back home. Fortunately my mum meantime finished her job and she let me in.:faint:

8)7You may laugh now.8)7

And the worst of all, I did the same next day (but this time remembered to take backpack with keys) and again had to go back from closed school.

( To explain why I didn't know that I shouldn't go to school i these days, website fro school is terrible, full of errors and upgraded once a year, only left source of information was "Personal Planner for year xxxx/xxxx". I could use the planner to find that information but, I don't think i should be expected to read the whole thing just in case there might be something important or not.)

 

Don't feel bad I lived only 15 houses from high school and on at least 2 occasions I showed up to school on Saturday, smoked a lot of weed in those days.

 

I have actually been trying to prime the waters for a couple of pretty heavy stories of mine but am not sure if I want to tell them yet or if people are ready to hear them. So here is a mild story.

Back in Feb 1985 I joined the US Navy and was appointed to be the Catholic religious petty officer for my company, there was also a Protestant petty officer appointed. Every other night I would say some inspiring words to my fellow recruits at bedtime. Well one night I had to stand barracks fire watch which pretty much meant I got screwed out of 2 hours of sleep from 2-4am to walk around and watch everyone else sleep. So the watches went in alphabetical order and my last name is White and the next guy was Zerla so we had the watch together. So we are walking around and he says I got an idea, here is the money if you will sneak outside and buy us a couple candy bars out of the geedunk machine. Sure it sounds exciting. I get the contraband candy bars and we eat them. Only afterwards we were still board and I came up with a devious plan. We were all given dental floss in our supplies. After a hard days work everyone was out like a light. I took my dental floss and tied several recruits down in their racks like Gullivers Travels. My watch ended and I went to bed only to awaken a bit later to guys screaming in a panic. It did not take long for the company commander to trace it to me and Zerla. We both went to division mast for punishment where he got set back 2 weeks and I got 4 hours of intensive push ups and jumping jacks with a rifle. I found out later his 2 week setback turned into 6 additional weeks because he kept getting into trouble. I got off easy because I had a good attitude.

 

When I was a little boy of about 7 I had a brother of 5 and we lived in Palmdale California.

Just a normal night, I had school the next day and went to bed. I awoke that night hearing my mothers voice saying "Patrick, Patrick." I had the top bunk with my brother on the lower. I was awake and looked to see her at the foot of the bed. She said "it's time to get up, it's time to get up." When I looked out the window to her left it was still dark outside and I said "it's still dark." She said it's time to get up and turned around and walked right through the wall, the other side was my parents bedroom. I became somewhat scared and lay there for a few minutes before getting up and crawling into their bed.

Some days, weeks or months later I awoke to hear my little brother making noises, little grunts and sounds of general frustration. I looked over the edge of my bed to see him sitting below on the edge of his and he was trying to tie his shoes and struggling. I did not think much of it until I looked out the other window and again it was still dark outside. I was about to ask him where he thought he was going but when I leaned a little further over I saw him fast asleep in bed lying next to himself trying to tie his shoes. Again I became somewhat frightened and turned to the wall and forced myself to go back to sleep. From that time I slept facing the wall for several years so I would not wake up and see anything.

Again, some days, weeks or months later I awoke facing the wall. There was no noise or sound but I knew there was something there. After a few deep breaths I rolled over and looked to see a 6 foot tall burlap sack staring at me. There were no eyes but there was someone inside and I could smell the must of the earth and it was dusty. Yep, I was a little scared. Again I rolled over to face the wall and forced myself to calm down and sleep.

We soon after moved out of that house and nothing like that has happened since.