Okay, this is stupid story, but I once had what I believed to be a cursed rifle.
Bout 10 years ago, I worked at a gun store in So. Cal called Turners. I bought a British Enfield No4 Mk2. It was a typical used rifle you see at a gun store, no weird marks or anything. When I took it home that night, like a kid, I fell asleep on the floor with my rifle next too me. My girlfriend was on the couch also asleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night. I felt like I woke up, but I knew I was still asleep. It was strangely quiet. The TV was still on, but no noise could be heard. Then I felt like something was trying to pull my soul from my body. Don't know how to explain that feeling, best way is imagine you were a puppet with strings tied to all parts of your body. Well something was pulling on those strings with the head being the hardest pulled. It was a struggle of me trying to get back into my body and something pulling my soul or spirit. I was screaming and thrashing around as best as I could.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my girlfriend still asleep. This went on for about I don't know how long. I kept trying to wake up, but couldn't. It felt like half of my soul was out of my body. Somehow I woke up with a start, my body was wet from persperation and I was crying. I went to my girlfriend and asked "how come you didn't wake me up, I was screaming". She said she didn't hear a thing. I know it was not a dream, as I have never had dreams with that intensity nor detailed.
This was the first and only time this ever happened to me. Scared the crap out of me and although I don't really believe in ghosts and that crap. I do believe there was something evil or curse associated with that rifle. When I picked it up, I got cold chills running down my body.
Next day I went back to work and was able to persuade my manager to take the rifle back. This is not something entirely legal and against company policy but I kept insisting. Even threatened to burn the rifle that night if he didn't allow me to trade it. He finally relented and we redid all the paperwork. To this day, I don't think he ever knew why I was so insistant on getting rid of that rifle. I have never had any experience like that again thank God.
To this day, I get chills every time I think of that incident.
Bout 10 years ago, I worked at a gun store in So. Cal called Turners. I bought a British Enfield No4 Mk2. It was a typical used rifle you see at a gun store, no weird marks or anything. When I took it home that night, like a kid, I fell asleep on the floor with my rifle next too me. My girlfriend was on the couch also asleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night. I felt like I woke up, but I knew I was still asleep. It was strangely quiet. The TV was still on, but no noise could be heard. Then I felt like something was trying to pull my soul from my body. Don't know how to explain that feeling, best way is imagine you were a puppet with strings tied to all parts of your body. Well something was pulling on those strings with the head being the hardest pulled. It was a struggle of me trying to get back into my body and something pulling my soul or spirit. I was screaming and thrashing around as best as I could.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my girlfriend still asleep. This went on for about I don't know how long. I kept trying to wake up, but couldn't. It felt like half of my soul was out of my body. Somehow I woke up with a start, my body was wet from persperation and I was crying. I went to my girlfriend and asked "how come you didn't wake me up, I was screaming". She said she didn't hear a thing. I know it was not a dream, as I have never had dreams with that intensity nor detailed.
This was the first and only time this ever happened to me. Scared the crap out of me and although I don't really believe in ghosts and that crap. I do believe there was something evil or curse associated with that rifle. When I picked it up, I got cold chills running down my body.
Next day I went back to work and was able to persuade my manager to take the rifle back. This is not something entirely legal and against company policy but I kept insisting. Even threatened to burn the rifle that night if he didn't allow me to trade it. He finally relented and we redid all the paperwork. To this day, I don't think he ever knew why I was so insistant on getting rid of that rifle. I have never had any experience like that again thank God.
To this day, I get chills every time I think of that incident.
