Story Sent in by Dick:
Laura and I started dating about a month and a half before my birthday. She offered to take me to a Green Bay Packers game for the event, which I thought was a really generous offer. I even told her, "You don't have to do that," but she insisted. To thank her for that, I insisted that she let me take her out to an excellent meal, and although she was hesitant at first, she finally agreed to it.
The dinner went great. No complaints there. The day of the game, a little less than a week afterward, was when the "fun" really started.
The plan was for me to meet her at her house, and then drive together in my car to Lambeau Field. When I arrived at her house, I rang her doorbell. No answer. I knocked on her door and then called her. Still no answer.
As a last resort, I tried her door. It was open, and I took a few steps inside and called for her. No response. That was weird. I called again and walked in a bit further, until I reached her kitchen.
There she stood: erect, wide-eyed, and staring out the kitchen window at something I couldn't see.
"Laura?" I said, "Are you ready to go? Did you hear me calling for you?"
She stared out that window as if she was made of stone. I looked out the window, myself, but there was nothing there aside from trees and the neighbor's fence.
"Laura? What's wrong?" I shook her gently by the shoulder. She felt tense. I situated myself in front of her as best as I could and repeated her name over and over. I turned her head to face me, but when I looked into her eyes, it was as if she was looking right through me.
I spent the better part of a half-hour moving her gently, trying to make her laugh, tickling her, and talking to her. She was catatonic. I told her that I was going to call 911 if she didn't respond to me, but she made no movement and said no word. She was definitely still breathing, and when I stopped touching her, she remained standing but stood stock still, staring away.
I didn't wind up calling 911, and I didn't find the Packers tickets anywhere. In the end, I gave up and left. No game for me, that day. I tried her by phone a couple of times afterward, and that evening, I even stopped by again. That time, however, her door was locked. I thenceforth gave up on her, and never saw or heard from her again. I have no idea what her problem was, and I'll probably never know.
Story Sent in by Dick: