I used to travel for a living. During this time I met many new people. I could categorize them into three basic groups - good, bad, and damn strange. It is the strange ones that I remember most. I heard many stories from them, most of which I didn't believe, but was convinced that they at least believed their own stories. After a time, I came up with a great idea of collecting these stories, asking for permission from each person and publishing them in a book. However, I left the job before I had enough material and have since found out that someone had this idea before me.
So, this tiny site looks like my only chance now of trying to collect interesting stories and being able to share them. If you would like to contribute, send me an email. If you decide to send in a story, I ask for only two things. 1. To the best of your knowledge, the story is true and 2. Permission to post it here.
I will post a few of my own personal stories as I recall them. Some of them may not be so strange, and there won't be too many of them, so please contribute !
I was about 10 years old and remember sitting in the dark living room of my house. The only light was from far behind me in the kitchen, and the warm glow of the T.V. a few feet in front of me. I was eating a sandwich and was watching the tube intently. A new episode of the Dukes of Hazzad was on. I remember seeing a thin line in front of my right eye, like a single strand of hair. I brushed it aside and took another bite of my sandwich. My taste buds were soon hit by a sudden burst of a tiny bitter substance. I knew something was very wrong and ran to the bathroom. In such scary situations the mind is capable of working quite fast and before I looked in the mirror I knew what I was going to see. A couple of spider legs hanging over one of my bottom molars ! The damage was done, and heck I was missing the Duke Boys !, so I took it as a loss and walked back into the living room, not bothering to brush my teeth.
