Last spring I went on a road trip to Deadwood, SD, with my best friend and his girlfriend. On the way there we drove through Badlands National Park, which is one of the most incredible places I've ever seen. We spent a good 3 hours driving through the Badlands, taking pictures and having a good time before we decided to get back on route to Deadwood.
Before leaving the park, I spotted a very cool overlook that I thought would be perfect for some pictures. My friend stopped the car and we all got out and took some more photos.
I do have to mention it was very cold out this day. My friend and his girl started to head back to the car while I stood there looking out into the vast prairie, taking in all of the Badlands natural beauty one last time before we left. As I was heading back to the car, I spotted a cool looking rock and decided to take it with me. I can't explain it but I had an uncontrollable urge to take this rock.
So, now I'm back in the car with the rock, and as we start to leave, I immediately start to feel uneasy and uncomfortable, something just wasn't right. I felt like I needed to put the rock back from where I got it. I contemplated telling my friend to turn around, but I didn't want to cause any trouble or make him think I'm crazy or something. I didn't know what to do and the feeling got worse.
I didn't feel sick, I just felt like I took something that belonged to someone or something and they were pissed off so this was their way of letting me know.
This sounds crazy but there were two words cycling through my head the whole drive to Deadwood, and they were, "You're cursed". I started to envision dark/disturbing thoughts which made this whole situation even more uncomfortable. I won't get in to detail but these envisions were pure disgusting and involved my friends, but I just tried my best to shrug it off and act like everything was okay as I was battling tears.
I know this sounds crazy and you might think I'm being dramatic, but this was reality for me. This feeling, these envisions, this level of discomfort is totally unlike me. My friends could also see that I was clearly bothered. They asked me what was wrong, but I just said "nothing" and kept quiet. This whole situation felt so disturbing and still bothers me to this day when I think about it.
When we got to Deadwood, I started to feel better. I tried my hardest to forget about the rocks and what happened. I didn't know what I should do with the rocks so I just left them at the hotel we stayed at.
As of now, I haven't gotten that uncomfortable feeling again nor have I felt or experienced any sort of effects from this.
Did I dodge a bullet? Was taking that rock a mistake? Why did I have those disturbing thoughts and envisions? Am I overthinking all of this?
So many questions with so little answers. Please let me know you're thoughts on my experience and comment any advice, questions, or theories about this.
Thanks for reading!