I've got a good one.
Some years back, I was at University with a friend I'd known from school. We weren't best friends, but good mates - we knew about each other and got on well enough. I knew that he was a spiritualist, and he'd sometimes talk about his spiritual guide and whatnot. Not really what I believe in, but each to their own.
Anyway, we were both hanging around the halls of residence where I lived (he lived in another halls), wasting time and watching crap on the tiny TV in the shared kitchen. We were waiting until 2am as that's when WWE (or WWF, as it was called then!) would be showing. As we didn't have Sky (cable, for our American friends) we would often wait up in the halls then walk down to the local 24 hour snooker/pool hall, which would show Sky Sports. Usually, you could ask them to stick the wrestling on and turn the volume up.
Anyway, we're chatting a lot of rubbish and just watching stupid stuff on the tv. Can't remember what we were talking about but I remember after that it wasn't anything creepy. We hadn't been drinking or anything like that either - we were completely sober.
We're chatting away when we realise we need to get going down to the pool hall if we want to catch the wrestling. So we stick on our coats and continue our conversation as we walk outside.
Now, it's weird - the moment I walk through the door, I feel... Cold. It's 2am in England sometime in the Spring, so it wasn't going to be warm out, but I mean... It's like I had chills running up and down my spine. Cliché, maybe, but best way I can describe it is the slow feeling of creeping dread you get when you're watching some scary movie on the ominous music starts to play.
I try and shrug it off, but it's like the dread was increasing with each step down the street. The air actually felt heavy, like it was difficult to breath. I know that sounds like any other creepy pasta story, but it's the only way I really know how to describe that horrible feeling in my gut.
A minute out of the door, I suddenly realise that we're both silent. We were chatting and laughing as we left the halls, but our conversation had just faded out.
I remember looking down the street, thinking that perhaps this was me being nervous about any dodgy characters nearby - but the road was clear. It was a clear night, nothing out of the ordinary at all, but to me there was this massive alarm going off in my head. I was terrified of something, and I didn't know what!
Picking up on the silence finally, I simply said, "Hmm, air feels a little thick tonight." My throat was dry by this point.
He looked at me with a pale face and said, "Oh God, you can feel it too?"
We managed to hold a halting conversation about what it could be, but it was difficult as we both felt sick to our stomachs. Finally, as we crossed the road, I remember my friend turning even more white and saying, "It's death. Death is here."
I don't really remember much after we crossed the road - weirdly, the strange feeling suddenly subsided and we both laughed it off, even though we'd both felt it. We made it to the Pool Hall, and I didn't think much about it for a few days.
It wasn't until later in the week that I was walking from Uni (without my friend) and I passed a building close to the halls, on the road we'd crossed over where my friend had 'felt death'. There were three police cars and an ambulance there. I remember watching with horror as a pair of coroners were removing a body wrapped up in black.
We looked it up in the local paper the next day. Apparently, three homeless people had died together in the building after seeking shelter, and they'd been dead for a few days before being discovered and removed. Never did find out what they died of.
I didn't go and watch much wrestling after that.