For instance--when I was in my senior year of high school (2006) a few friends of mine and myself decided to go to a concert in San Jose, California. We had a great time in which we ingested no alcohol or drugs, and afterward were driven back to our lodging place by a friend's father. On this ride home we happened to pass by a city park which was mostly unlit, being that it was about 1 AM. For such a large city, it was surprisingly quiet that night. Nobody was really on the road or out and about. It was rather dark and peaceful out. Our vehicle came to a stop sign alongside the city park, and as we rolled to a halt, I glanced out the window to my right and then looked back ahead. Wait, was there something unusual that I spotted at the corner of my eye? I looked back and, sure enough, there is something definitely unusual in that park! It's a white grim reaper. I mean, it's an honest-to-god grim reaper. It seemed like time slowed down for a minute. It was dressed in white garb, a black shadow engulfing the opening of the hood, and it's just sitting there on a park bench! I remember it being rather tall, too, maybe 6'4"ish if it had been standing. It had its hands folded over its lap and seemed to be looking downward.
Time sort of caught up to me after I had taken it all in, returned to normal speed. I didn't say anything at first. A few seconds after I saw the white reaper, our vehicle continues past the stop sign like nothing happened. After we had driven about a block, I broke the silence and asked to no one in particular, "Did you see that...?"
"The white figure?" My friend Ashley asks.
Suddenly, chaos breaks out within our vehicle, everyone freaking out, explaining what they saw, and urging my friend's dad to drive faster in order to get away from the thing. Everyone but the driver and one other passenger saw it, saw the same exact thing as the next person. Four of us saw the white reaper, and all four of us experienced the same sensation of time slowing down, and all four of us thought we were going crazy.
Sometimes when I think back on it, I wonder if I made it up. I wonder if my imagination got the best of me...but I'll occasionally ask one of my friends who was present if he or she remembers what we saw that night in San Jose and they are quick to recite precisely what we saw. I'm not alone in my craziness, at least.
Maybe it was somebody just dressing up like a white reaper for ****s and giggles. Maybe. But I just don't understand why someone would do that alone at 1 AM in a quiet neighborhood in a park. The world may never know.
Any other similar experiences?
[Note: Sorry if this makes little sense, as I am a bit buzzed at the moment.]