Old Hotel
I used to rent a room high up in an old Hotel, The Majestic, in St.Kilda, Victoria. I bumped into a bloke who was renting the old caretaker's rooms out the back, and being a muso, and him a lightshow fella, we got along famously, and he asked me to move in. The rooms were groovily painted, and the shower was always luke-warm. The cottage must have been over a century old.
Months later he was out of town, and I had been smoking some weed, and had fallen asleep on my bed. I awoke some hours later, lights still on, no-one home, being dragged off the bed by the right arm, by a very strong nothing! I was literally pulled across the bed until I fell "clump" onto the floor. Scared shit out of me.
Another time I was driving at dusk along the Lakes Way up near Forster, NSW, doing about 70 km/h, and an Aboriginal girl in a floral dress walked out of the scrub on the left hand side of the road, stopped, stared at me as I drove toward her, then vanished as I got within 20 metres of her.
Goose bumps all over.
(mr locomotivator, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 7:39, 3 replies)

interesting stuff
has anything ever happened to you again?
(TheRiddler Hmmmmm... I concur., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 11:28, closed)

gosh
I dare say she realised she was about to get run over, and got out of the way sharpish. Spooky.
(haberman is singing in the changes, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:27, closed)

*sigh*
Man smokes weed. Thinks something strange happened. Quelle surprise.
(Musuko, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 16:47, closed)