Archive for January, 2012


When You Watch.

January 29, 2012

When I was probably about 12, we got Turbo Twists from some friends’ parents or something, the details escape me. Somebody thought they would be “educational” instead of “below my sister and I’s education level.” We had a red one and a green one, and to the best I can remember it was the red one that went bad, but that detail escapes me also (it was dark at the time, so I wasn’t even sure which one it was until morning).

Every time you turn one of these on by turning either end, the following sound is emitted by the speaker on the left end: “Do do do DO! Hey, DUDE, is that you? Hit it and let’s go!” You practically need the user’s manual to figure out it means that the button on the right end is essentially the “swipe to unlock”, and that’s what it’s telling you to do. One of the “features” is that you can customize what name it calls you by, but only out of a limited set of options they voice acted, most of which sucked. We left it on “DUDE”. Turn it off and it plays a short slap bass riff, “dadadau, daDAU.”

One night I was almost asleep in my bed when I hear the chime. “Do do do DO!” But immediately, “badadau, daDAU.” It just turned on and shut off, all by itself, halfway across the room. And then it did it again. And again. And I don’t mean it got the same amount into the opening, or that it even paused between shutting off and turning back on consistently. For the first few minutes it was nonstop. “Hey DUDE dadadau daDAU do do do dadadau daDAU do do do DO! Hey, DUDE, is that dadadau, DADAU.” Then it started taking longer breaks in between.

I was pretty freaked out by this point, watching it as intently as I could with my agonizing lack of night vision. I rolled over onto my other side, trying to ignore it. This is where things get bad. All of a sudden it just plain stops. I don’t make the connection until I turn to look again, and it starts turning on and off again. I turn back and forth a few times to make sure, spending a lot of time on each side. And every time it fucking confirms my suspicions. It only plays when I’m watching it.

I spent the rest of the night tucked under the covers, huddled up, and facing away from the demon-possessed piece of evil, not sure if it’s silently creeping up on me somehow and too scared to look, only to hear it louder and closer to my bed like the fucking mannequins in NM2 but noisy.

In the morning I was afraid to throw it out and afraid to keep it. I wanted to believe it hadn’t really happened, so I convinced myself it hadn’t, until the next night, when it happened again. Quiet all day no matter how I try to replicate the freakiness, then come midnight it glitches again. After that I was like NOPE and took the batteries out, which seemed to work. It happened again one more time months later, took it apart in the morning and there were batteries in it.

– Posted by Rainfly_X; Reddit


The Children In The Furnace

January 29, 2012

I don’t remember this, but my mom tells the story often. When I was somewhere around 2 to 3 years old, I used to play in my basement. My mom once asked me what I did down there, and I told her I would play with the kids that lived down there. She had me show here where they lived and I pointed to a huge coal furnace that was disconnected, with attached coal bin. She realized the door to the furnace was just latched in place, and kinda freaked out, thinking that I was playing inside. She had my dad weld the door on the furnace and coal bin shut.

Apparently I came up the next day crying. My mom says that when she asked me what was wrong, I had told her that my friends won’t come out to play anymore. They’re all gone.

– Posted by HiddenKrypt; Reddit


Dreaming of a Blonde Guy With Dreads

January 29, 2012

OMG!! This just reminded me of a dream I had a while ago, I did not share the exact same dream with my sister but we both dreamt of the exact same person in it. I have totally forgotten about it until I read your post. In my dream I was sitting on some wood planks calmly floating on the ocean (it was deep blue and very vast..) I was somehow lying on the wood planks and I suddenly noticed someone was sitting next to me ( I saw his back) I slowly looked up, he had long blond hair (dreads) and was shirtless. It was not a horny dream or anyting like that I swear.. i truly felt a very strong ”friendship” kind of energy with him. I think we talked.. and a little after that he took me by the hand beneath the surface of the ocean. It was a peacefull place.. i don’t really remember the rest of it. It was the kind of dream you knew is important, you just don’t know why. Later I forgot about it, didn’t think much about it until my sister someday tells me about a weird dream with a blond haired guy in it. I asked her ”He had dreads?” .. she looks weirdly at me and says, “ugh yes..” We explained how he looked in such detail.. it was exactly the same, shirtless.. and a very very friendly feeling comming from him. The rest of her dream was not the same, she was in a scary place.. but to her, he was a friendly and comforted her. The place and context were different, but we sure are talking about the exact same person.. How weird! (I just asked her if she remembers about it right now, she still does :3 )

– Posted by nburaz; Reddit


My Mom and I both dream about the same place

January 29, 2012

My Mom and I both dream about the same place. It’s a three story white house.

We usually dream about the house on the same night, so that in the morning we have conversations like “so, the house was in the Midwest last night,” “Yeah, I know, was the laundry out on the line yet?” “No, the cloths pins were rotten…”

The first time we found out that we had been dreaming about the same house was the day my Ma came out and said “I just had the most terrifying dream ever. I was in a big, square, three story house in the woods and I was just investigating it. I think I was going to buy it. I went up to the third story and got lost and then ran into this idiot man-child.”

“Mom, was he wearing a blue work shirt and suspenders? Did he sleep on the mattress in the back room?”


“Was the third story kitchen floor rotting through?”


The conversation went on for hours as we went into minute detail. Everything, and I mean everything, matched up. We ended the conversation by each drawing a picture of the house. Identical.

So yeah. There’s that.

For me the way the house rots depends on where the house is. When it’s near the water, like in the man-child dream, it’s a soggy sort of rot. You know how, when particle-board gets wet, it gets sort of mushy? It’s like that. But if you’re there and it’s in, like, Indiana, the wood is brittle, and if it breaks you can scrape yourself.

For Mom–and I just asked her about it–she says it’s always a crumbly sort of rot. She’ll take a step on the solid-looking floor and it’ll just crumble underneath her.

That’s how detailed the dreams are.

Anyway, for some weird reason she and I both want to find the house. We both want to go in. I think, if we found it for sale, we’d try to buy it.

– Posted by Margot23; Reddit


and I was no longer seeing through my eyes.

January 27, 2012

I have two stories that are just weird as fuck. Both of them are things I just would not believe if someone else told them to me, but I can swear with every fiber of my being that they happened as I write them here.

The first happened a couple years ago. I can’t remember the occasion, but my mother and I had gone to A&W for lunch, and we were both sitting there eating our meals. We happened to be seated pretty close to the washroom doors, so I noticed everyone going in an out. First person to come out is this old man who’s kind of hobbling along. He walked past and I looked at him and went on with my meal. Not 30 seconds later, another man comes out of the bathroom, and at this point I get a little freaked out because I realize it’s the exact same person. Same limp, clothing, face, everything.

A couple minutes later, the same thing happens except it’s an old woman this time. She comes out, then 30 seconds later comes right out of the bathroom again. My mom took a look at me and said “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I just kind of stammered a bit then wrote it off as me being crazy.

The next story is more weird, in my opinion, and is the single strangest occurrence of my life. This happened when I was about 9 years old, but I can still remember it… vividly.

We were visiting family in Nevada with my dad, and they lived out in a very dry area in a fairly good sized trailer. A couple days in, I was playing outside with my cousin, pretty much just messing around in the dirt. At some point, I look up. Right next to the house is a… field I guess? Surrounded by wire fence, probably originally for livestock. But anyway, there’s this guy standing there. This is a good 300 or more feet away, so I cannot see him clearly at all.

Queue the weird.

As soon as I look at this guy, I have what I can only describe as an out of body experience. My body pretty much just went into lockdown, and I was no longer seeing through my eyes. And I wasn’t just floating there or anything… I was in that man’s body. Through his eyes I could see two little shapes playing across the field, but I could just FEEL that he saw the shapes as animals.

And then I realized he was holding a fucking shotgun.

After that I regained my body and blurted out “we have to go indoors,” offering no explanation to my cousin, who thought I was nuts.

I didn’t tell anyone because I just didn’t know how to express it to other people back then. I’ve only since told my brothers but I don’t think they believed me. Still freaks me out when I think about it today because it’s the only time I’ve ever lost control of my body. It was almost like a dream but the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion.

– Posted by Valokai; Reddit


Aunt Birdie

January 27, 2012

My best friend from K-12 has a very similar story. Her parents were both raised near our hometown, but her dad was in the air force, so they lived abroad. She was born in England.

When she was 2, her dad’s time in the air force was up, so they wanted to move back to the states. Her dad had an old friend that was selling an old farm house that he had recently inherited from his great aunt, right outside our hometown. She was never told any of this.

They come back stateside, and go to look at the house. As it’s empty, they let Liz(my friend)run around and explore. They decide to buy, go to leave, and call Liz downstairs. She comes bounding down talking about, “Aunt Birdie is real nice! She’s happy to have kids again. Her doggie is nice too.” She said she saw the lady in the window seat of what was to become her room.

Her parents are WTFing, and the buddy has gone white. “Aunt Birdie” was his great aunt, and she sure did have a little dog that she loved like a child. She was always fond of kids too.

She saw her off and on for a long time, and we’ve all seen some strange shit go on. I know there must be an explanation, but has always been seen as a nice, protective presence, so meh.

– Posted by flibbertygiblet; Reddit


I’m Following You

January 18, 2012

Not my story, but one my manager told me that happened to him a couple of years ago. Sorry it’s a bit long.

I work in a small department in a hospital, usually only 2-3 of us in at one time. Our building used to be a Pathology lab, and in the basement floor is a mortuary. There’s only two ways in to the building, and for both of them you need swipe card access to get through two doors.

One morning, my manager was coming through the back door, swiped through the first door, and was about to swipe through the second door. He saw one of my colleagues inside was pointing at something behind him through the glass window of the door, as was about to ask him what was up when an old man in regular clothing walked past him without looking at him, straight into the department. This was weird enough, because for someone to follow him through the first swipe door they would have had to have been walking very close to him, very quickly to get through before the doors closed.

My manager asked where the man was looking for, and without turning round or stopping the man just said “I’m following you”, and walked straight out of the department through the front door.

Now to get out of the front door of the department, you have to press the door release button or else the door won’t open. Neither my manager or the other colleague saw him press the button, he just opened the door and left.

My manager and the colleague apparently looked at each other for a couple of seconds, not sure what to make of it, then decided to see where he’d gone, but after walking out of the department couldnt see him anywhere. They looked out for him the rest of the week, but didn’t see anyone that looked like him.

When he told me the story I was sceptical, and thought that the period that the doors are released when you enter might have been long enough for someone to go from the back door to the front door, so we tried it. It wasn’t possible. The window of time is literally 2-3 seconds.

Make of it what you will.

May not seem that weird, but something like that has never happened in the time I’ve been working here.

– Posted by Iliveforthecake ; Reddit