`PenguinOfWar` [Thread]

I don't usually comment, but after reading a bunch of these stories I
feel compelled to share. I've got a couple of stories, both scary but
not in a paranormal way. I'll try to be brief.

**Story the first**

This happened when I was a kid and can be explained by the fact that I
was delirious with flu, but I struggle to remember another time in my
life (with the exception of my second story) when I felt such primal
terror.

I awoke one night, feverish and hallucinating, to find that the my
bedroom (which was a pretty standard rectangle shape, but with a small
"corridor" of about six feet that led to the door) around me was moving
and twisting. The shape would change, things in the room would flit in
and out of focus, and when I looked at the small corridor, it seemed to
stretch before me and extend outwards infinitely, with the door barely
visible at the end.

Thoroughly freaking out at this point, I got up out of bed, stumbled to
the door and made my way into the hall. My other had obviously heard me
and come to check on me as she was in the hall. Things only got worse
from here on, as when she spoke I could see her lips move but I couldn't
hear anything. I distinctly remember myself trying to speak to her to
tell her I couldn't hear here, I was seeing things, I felt sick etc, but
she kept "talking". After a moment or two, she turned and walked away,
but it was *wrong*. The way she was walking was unnatural, like how a
ghost or entity walks in a movie. Ever so slightly sped up as if someone
had hit fast forward.

I recall making my way back to bed, heart pounding, and cocooning myself
in my covers. I was told later that I wasn't making any sense, just
gibbering, and didn't seem to be responsive when I was stumbling around
in the hallway. The emotions I felt at the time still stick with me to
this day.

**Story the second**

Up until I was 18 I lived in Hillsborough, Northern Ireland, which is
about 10 - 15 miles from Belfast. If you're at all familiar with the UK
/ Ireland you'll know that NI was a particularly... heated place to be
for most of the last century.

When I was a teenager I worked in a store in the village. At the end of
a day during the summer, when I was still light outside, a colleague and
I were cashing out the tills, doing the counts etc when suddenly there
was a righteous blast from outside that shook the windows and knocked
dust from the ceiling tiles. I swear I even felt the faint concussion of
the blast. Abandoning what I was doing, I quickly made my way to the
front of the store and looked out through the glass on the locked front
door to discover that the street was silent, empty of people, covered in
some sort of debris and clogged with dust.

At this point, now heart pounding, adrenaline pumping and thoroughly
freaking out I unlocked the door, threw it open and stepped into the
street.

To find that one of those gigantic crane / truck hybrids had been making
it's way through the center of the town when one of its tires had
spontaneously disintegrated, releasing it's pressure and shedding rubber
debris all over the street.

Even though the cause wasn't a bomb, as my paranoia had led me to
believe, it was still incredibly lucky that no one was harmed when the
truck tire blew out.

**TL/DR** Flu hallucinations and terror attack paranoia are not a lot of
fun.

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