That's... Disturbing

You ever hear something and just sit there like…

“…that’s disturbing.”

Yeah. That.

In this episode, we’re unpacking the weird, the unsettling, and the stories that make you text your best friend at 1 a.m. like, “ARE YOU AWAKE?”

Grab your blanket. Lock your doors. Let’s talk about it.

Have your own story? Shoot me an email at Letsgetweirdishpod@gmail.com

Transcript

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There's a difference between scary and disturbing. Scary fades, disturbing lingers. It settles in your chest, it replays when you're trying to fall asleep, and tonight we're sitting with it. I'm your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. Happy Monday, but for me it's still Saturday. It's Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day. All you weird gals and ghouls, it's raining. The Epstein files have been released somewhat. Anyway, Kurt Kurt Cobain's Death has been ruled a homicide. It's a win for us this week. Are you little weirdos? Matter of fact, my husband had to apologize to me because a few years ago I told him about the conspiracy with Disney and the Epstein files, and he didn't believe me. Have you gotten an apology this week from somebody who thinks your mind's a little too wild? I am sure more of those apologies are to come. Personally, I wanted to do an episode on the Epstein files, but Corbin said no. He said they'd come after me, but I'm a baby fish and the large, large ocean, so we may still do that. I need them to un redact these names. Also, while I'm thinking about it, we have a few listener stories, but not enough for another full episode of them. If you have your own weird story, please send it to me. I would greatly appreciate that. I also appreciate the reviews On Apple Podcast and Spotify, if you haven't, please go leave a rating and review. It helps me so much, and if you're new here, what's up? I'm glad you're here. I've gotten quite a few new followers on our TikTok, so if you haven't, go follow our TikTok page. Let's get Weirdish podcast. It's the same logo. The purple. You know. You'll know. You'll know. Go give some of the videos a like a share, a comment, all of the things. The more people who see'em, the more weird stories we're gonna get coming in.'cause those are my favorite. I love to hear from you guys. I hope the rain's not too loud, but this is recording day and I'm trying to get it done because we have to go pick up live crawfish because Stella always requests crawfish for her birthday, so that's on the agenda for tomorrow. Rogue cooking them anyway, but gotta pick'em up today. I don't know if any of you are Reddit users, but if you've been here a while, you know that I love Reddit, so I picked a thread that was from 12 years ago. The name of the thread is, what is your most scary or creepy real Story, And I've got a collection for you today. Our first one is from a deleted user. About two years ago, I was driving home from a family reunion pretty late at night, and the drive was about two hours. I didn't stay the night because I had to be back for work the following day. Most of the drive was on roads with dense bushes and trees on either side. The real creepy ones you see a lot in movies. Anyway, I had been driving about 45 minutes and I was starting to get really tired. You know how sometimes you just suddenly become really tired out of nowhere? Yeah. It happens to me all the time actually. Never fails. I don't know what it is. And most of the time it's when it's really sunny outside. Maybe I was a cat in a past life and I just love warm sun cat naps by windows anyway. Well, yeah, that happened to me. I knew I wasn't going to last, but I didn't come across any place that I felt I could park safely to sleep. After it became clear to me I wasn't going to find a place to pull over and my tiredness wasn't going away, I did something very questionable. I pulled over on the side of the road onto the grass, behind some bushes to try to hide my car from anybody else who was going to come past. The roads weren't empty. I came across another car every few minutes or so. This is still a mistake, fam. It's still a mistake, obviously, or the story wouldn't be here, but that's a no-no. I made a mental note that the time was 1122 and then fell asleep sometime later I was awoken by a scratching sound. I looked at the clock. 1150. The sound stopped after a few seconds, and because I was still extremely tired, I didn't bother looking around and simply went back to sleep. What? No, we don't go back to sleep when something's scratching on your car. I was later awoken by the same sound and it was now 1240. This time it really freaked me out because the sound didn't stop. The thought ran across my mind that it was just an animal inspecting the car. But why would it return almost an hour after it had left? The previous time I looked in my rear view mirror And just managed to catch a glimpse of something running away into the forest. Now, at that time, I thought it was the damn hook killer. You know, the one that scratched couple's cars and then slaughtered the guy when he got out to investigate F that I thought to myself. So I got the hell outta there. There was a bend, no more than a hundred yards up the road, and as I came around it, there was a freaking car parked off to the side of the road with the driver's side door opened. I slowed down just to look and see if anyone was in there. There wasn't Then when I looked in my rear view mirror, I didn't see anything, and then all of a sudden this guy comes sprinting around the corner. He starts screaming at me, shouting stuff like, Hey, hey, you get the F out of your car now. IN the F on outta there and sped off. I never saw the guy again. No, I would hope not. Moral of the story, don't freaking sleep on the side of the deserted road. No, We don't do that. Weirdos 1 0 1 tell all of your friends who don't listen to this podcast just in case they're crazy enough to do this. We've been traveling the United States for the last, I don't know, full time last five years. Okay? And we don't be doing that. You pull over at a gas station right in the middle of the day. I get it's nighttime and you can't control when you're driving. But if you're that tired, call a friend. Turn on some Pearl Jam or something. Well, that might actually make you more tired. Turn on something. Brittany Spears. I don't know. Okay. Whatever gets your juices going. We don't do that. That's how half of the horror movies start. Do you remember the movie? Wrong Turn? That gives me wrong turn Vibes right there. this is from the user. GBIs Loves America, and hopefully the rain's not too loud, but we can't control the weather. And in this camper you can hear just about everything. Side note, we are still on the hunt for a house. We are looking across four different states. I thought because it's almost spring, more houses would be coming on the market, and also the interest rates are dropping. So if you're looking to buy, now's the time. Okay, now's the time. Hopefully more houses come, but we have a house next weekend that we're going to look at. That might just be perfect or almost perfect. Anyway, back to the story. I posted this just a couple of days ago on another thread. This isn't very interesting. But I got woke up with blood gushing down my cheek when I was younger and I didn't feel anything, but my face felt so wet. So I went down to my parents' room and they freaked out. Until this day, we have not a clue what cut my face, but I needed eight stitches next to my eye. We checked the sheets, pillows, pillow cases, edges of the bed, et cetera. Still no idea. Somebody commented that their sister had a seizure one time in bed and like hit her face. But you would think like this, Corbin has seizures, so he never remembers what happens like when he comes back too. But at the same time, you would think like her face would be sore or swollen if she fell and hit her head. But she was in bed. She was just laying in the bed and woke up that way. So that kind of rolls that out. I don't know. That's, that's wild. And if somebody had, you know, come in there and just sliced and diced her, surely she would've woken up. I say that one time when I was a kid, I don't remember when, was probably like Austin was two or three, so I was probably like 10. And I was running through the house I wasn't supposed to be. And do you remember, and maybe some of your parents still do, but you remember the glass coffee tables? We don't need to do that. Okay, let's not do that. And my mom had this concrete statue that sat right beside it because logical sense, you know? And I was running, wasn't supposed to be. It was me and my cousin Zach. And my cousin Megan. I tripped. Knocked the statue over it broke the coffee table and I fell through the top after it was broken. And I'm sitting on my ass with like my legs over the metal frame and I'm just panicking because I know I'm about to get my ass toward up. Do you hear me tore up and they grabbed my hand to pull me up and everything was fine. Like I was doing the walk of shame down the hallway. I know my mom had to have heard it break, but. I am walking down the hallway and my cousin starts screaming, Megan, she just like, is like losing it. I'm like, what is wrong with you? And she's like, your leg. And I looked down and I kid you not, it was like a Venus fly trap opening its mouth, the side of my leg, just like slowly started opening. And it was bad. It was really bad. And my mom started panicking. She forgot, she. Had a car. I don't know why she thought the car was gone. Why? I don't know. Just full-blown panic. She forgot to put shoes on. My grandpa was a doctor, so she called him. She called my stepdad and then she took me to his office and he sewed me up on the table while she stood in the hallway and wouldn't come hold my hand because she couldn't handle it. So, you know, no glass coffee tables also. The point of that story, the point is that I didn't even feel it cut my leg. So it was just such a clean cut, I guess. And it was deep. I mean, It was almost down to the muscle. So, you know, you would think you would feel that, but had no idea, no clue. So maybe somebody just came in there with a very sharp piece of glass and tried to get your eye. This one is from Saint Sparkles. I had awesome parents who let me sleep in the living room on weekend nights when I was very young because my sister was a light sleeper and I could stay up until dawn. But of course, I always ended up asleep on the couch because Nick at night made me tired. Same. You remember the threes company days, the late at night threes, company two. That was my favorite one to watch at night. So one night I woke up to the prickly, feeling like an instinct just bolted into a sitting position and stared out the front window. We lived in rural Georgia, so you can imagine the magnitude of trees. In perfect light cast from the moon, I see a silhouette of someone in this freaking tree. Our family dog dashes to the window and is snarling into the glass, My dad grabbed something defensive. I wanna know, was it like a bat or a gun? Let us know. And darts outside to the dogs or how are you gonna let us know? This was 12 years ago. I don't listen to me anyway. And darts off outside with the dogs to beat the wax off this guy's head. I tremble in my mom's arms until dad comes home and says he saw no one and to go to bed. I decided to sleep in my regular bedroom. I fill in my sister as to what happened. Dad is making regular rounds in the house with a cup of coffee. We're all still, and I finally think I can sleep. Nope. I notice the man outside my window from what I can see in the moonlight. He gives me a hush signal and runs away. Just turns around. And runt in a straight line all the way away. I swear I couldn't stop crying for what felt like hours. I would've dinged myself for sure. Anger dinged. This is from Princessa. You just reminded me of a strange thing that happened when I was little. My brother and I were both under seven years old. He maybe was four, and I was six. We were playing outside in the snow when a strange white car pulled into our long driveway. This was uncommon since our driveway was hidden. The window rolled down and a man with short hair and a goatee pulls out a camera and takes a picture, then rolls up the window and drives away. Never had any closure or follow up on that situation, but it freaked my mom out so bad. Uh, yeah. As a mom, I would have lost my freaking mind. Lost it. cause in my mind I'm just like, was this. Person trying to kidnap y'all? Or were your parents divorced? Was this a private investigator seeing what y'all were doing, if you were being supervised? Or are we talking like photos, like, you know, like the, the year bucks that, um, pretty much we're just a serving platter for pedophiles to pick what they wanted. If you know, you know, and if, if you don't know. You need to look that up. All these school photos going around, I can't even add them. That. And then I saw this TikTok and it's like Thankful that Epstein looked at my yearbook photo and was like, no. But also feelings hurt a little bit or however they worded it. Felt that a little in my soul, not gonna lie. Don't judge me. Of course. I'm just joking. Okay. Don't be sensitive. Big R 7 89 says this same kind of thing happened with me. I was asleep in the living room and was suddenly awake, like wide awake. I hear my cat growling and looking over across the room, I look over to see a big silhouette, faintly, human shaped. I couldn't see any eyes or anything, but I knew it was looking at me. I slowly sat up, leaned in closer to look at it, and it didn't move. I probably sat there for 10 minutes, locked in contact with it. Before I had a sudden feeling of peace and I laid down and comfortably went to sleep. I woke up the next morning and saw nothing there that could make that shape. It is safe to say I don't sleep in the living room anymore. I also would not. That was a wise choice. This one is from no Pope. Pope, we've been watching the Animal Kingdom. Is that what that show is? You know, with Pope and Smurf and all the people, I, I really couldn't get into it. I tried, but it, we finished it, so it is what it is. And now I'm watching one of the spinoffs about the tar from Game of Thrones. If you have any show suggestions, please send them my way. Justin and Taylor. If you're listening, y'all are always looking out for me with all the shows I'm patiently or impatiently waiting on the new season of from to come out. If you know, you know, if you don't, please go watch the show from. If you're here listening to this, then this is right up your alley anyway. Note Pope, when I was a young child, I had the same dream every night for years about drowning when a huge wave swept over me and I sank to the bottom. Years later, I had a temp job delivering mail. One summer during college, I saw this old lady sitting on a front porch waiting for me. When I got up there, she looked at me and said, in a foreign accent, You drowned. When Oceana sank beneath the waves, freaked me out. Yeah, would've freaked me out too. I would've had to ask some follow up questions. But even creepier, if you've listened to the episode that we did when we first started, I told the story about when Reed was, I don't know, it started when he was three. Uh, I would say. And all of a sudden he had this irrational fear of water. Nothing has ever happened to him. He has never almost drowned, but would cry and tell me he was gonna drown, um, in his DA's pond or that him and his dog were gonna drown. One day we were driving over a bridge and I thought he was like having an allergic reaction to something and couldn't breathe because, um, he was gasping for air and no. He thought we were driving off the bridge into the water, so you know, if past lives were a thing, maybe, maybe that's what was going on. Because for a while I did not let him near water at all. It was terrifying for all of us. But on a separate note, I also used to have reoccurring dreams. I had two of them. We need to do a reoccurring Dreams episode. If you've ever had a reoccurring dream, you know what to do. Let's get weirdish pod@gmail.com.'cause I wanna read all of them. Every single one of them, even the ones that aren't weird, just send them to me. There's gotta be a, uh, a correlation. You know, this is from, can you say throw away? 19. My house sits further back in the lot than most other houses. It is a strange layout as well. The sidewalk runs the length of the living room and ends at the front porch, which lets me into the living room. The large windows do not open, but allow great light to come into the living room with the cost of no privacy. Well, the rest of my family was on vacation and having the house to myself. I decided I would get smashed. I passed out on the living room couch at about nine. You got smashed early, my friend, when I realized I was too scared to walk back to my room, the couch is right underneath these big windows. I woke up suddenly not knowing why, and I had a severe case of the chills. I could not figure out why. Then the banging started. It came from right above me. I did not move, but I opened my eyes and looked up at the window. Someone was standing there pounding on the glass without moving. I looked at the cable box and it was around three in the morning. The banging continued. Then it stopped suddenly, but I still did not move. Yeah, I wouldn't have moved either. Suddenly it commences again, coming from two different directions. Now someone is banging on the window and another person is banging on the front door. They kept doing it, would not go away. Finally, after about 40 minutes, they quit. It was the most terrifying event I can recall at any moment in time. It made me a nervous wreck after that. I called a friend the next day to see if he would come over and stay for the rest of the week, and his response was, what? The F four? So that we can both be murdered in our sleep. Thanks a lot, asshole. I wouldn't have came and stayed with you either actually. No. I probably would have, but I would've came, you know, with night vision goggles, a bat, probably a pistol, all of the things, a camera, I would've been prepared. You should have called 9 1 1. So I, I'm thinking, was somebody there trying to see if people were gone so they could break in? Obviously not, or they would've broke the window because you weren't moving and it was pitch black dark? Or was it people who you know, knew you were alone trying to scare you? Or was it a flesh pedestrian? Probably a flesh pedestrian. This next one is from MO dash 2258. I need y'all to understand how much joy some of these usernames give me, a lot more than it should anyway. Mustache says, when I was about 10, all of my cousins and siblings were over. There were about 10 of us. The parents and the grandparents were out for an adult dinner, so it was just the kids sitting around watching a few movies when all of the sudden the house shook and there was a large flash coming from the backyard. It felt as if a bomb dropped. We all heard, felt and saw it, and as a pack we ran into the hallway. The eldest cousin in the group debated on calling the police, but opted to call the parents. After a few minutes, we gained the courage and ventured out into the living room again this time with weapons just in case. After a half hour with no other issues, the parents came home and thought we were insane. There was nothing wrong with the backyard and no neighbors reported anything. It's been 10 years and we still talk about it, trying to figure out what it was that has to have been the scariest thing to ever happen to me by far. And somebody commented, are you in Michigan? I was having a bonfire with friends a few years ago, and my parents and their friends were inside while me and my friends were outside. It was about 11:00 PM and dark, and we all heard a big boom and the hole sky lit up and everything shook. Everybody came running out of the house screaming, asking if we were okay, and we were doing the same to them. I still have no idea what it was, no police report, and it wasn't on the news. It was crazy though, for sure. This is Arthur C. Okay, so this happened to me last summer when I was back at my parents' house during the holidays. It was around 3:00 AM and I was in my room on my computer when I got a call from my sister. Now, that was already a little bit weird since my sister's room is just down the hallway from mine and she could have just came into my room. I went to pick up and the call ended. As soon as I reached the phone, I figured that she wanted to speak with me, so I got up and went to her room. As soon as I reached her door, she started screaming that someone was in the room with her. So I busted in, and of course, nobody was there. After she stopped crying, she told me she woke up and saw a dark shadow just centimeters from her face, and that's when she screamed. So I told her that she called me. She told me that her phone was not in her room and that she was sleeping. Sure enough, her phone is actually downstairs in her purse. The weird part is I have the log of her call on my phone, but she doesn't, never managed to explain this one. I'd have left, I'd have just left out out of the house and into my car and went somewhere else. No questions asked. This is from Miss Mini Cooper. I was out with a friend walking to a venue for a concert, and there was a scary dude walking behind us, making scary statements, and my friend asked me if my phone was ringing. Sure enough it was ringing and it was his phone calling me. I answered and pretended to tell someone that we were almost there. The dude behind us backed off and we made it to the venue. When my friend asked who called, I told him it was him. I was confused because I thought he made the call incognito, but he swears up and down that he didn't. That random phone call saved us. That's freaky. Isn't that weird? It, it gives you goosebumps almost. It's like you're almost saving yourself from your situation without actually saving yourself. You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm trying to say? You know what I'm trying to say, This is from Hannah Ride 19. Also, it's funny that the name is Hannah Ryan because I homeschool my kids. We travel, you know, we do all the things. It's not like the weird homeschool kids. So if you don't homeschool and you're judging me, stop. They don't wear flooded pants, kay? We, they wear nice, well-fitting clothes, they play all the sports. They're in constant communication with other children. We do all the things. Anyway, Stella was reading this book and the name was Ryan, and I don't know what she was doing in her mind, like how she was sounding it out, but she goes, Rihanna so, so funny. Anyway. Hannah Ryan. 19. My mother told me this not too long ago, but it happened about 10 years ago when my cousin was 17, 18 years old. She was in a car crash and had died a couple of weeks later in the hospital. That's really sad. I'm so sorry. She was really close to my dad's sister, our aunt, and used to babysit her kids Who were around four years old at the time. Our aunt's house was under construction just before she passed away, and it continued on after she passed. One day my aunt got a phone call while she was at work from one of the construction workers complaining about a teenage girl who keeps showing up at the house and walking around, and that she shows up a number of times during the weeks, and it has been happening for a couple of weeks. My aunt asked for a description of the girl to see if she knows her from around the neighborhood, and sure enough, the description perfectly matches. My cousin who dy a few weeks before long brown hair, red baseball cap, denim, dungarees. What's that? What's, what's a re, I'm gonna have to Google that. And a white jacket. When my aunt got home, she showed them a picture of my cousin and they all agreed that it was the girl they had seen walking around the site. This story really freaked me out when I heard it because our family was never one to believe in anything paranormal or have anything paranormal of the sort happen. Okay. It might've scared y'all, but I bet those construction workers quit if they didn't. They're crazy. Also, it's a teenage girl. Like don't be afraid. But can you imagine thinking like there's a real person just coming in there and then you realize it's a ghost? Because every time, you know, when you're watching the ghost shows, it's like there's a shadow. Ah, no. This was a whole person. They thought it was a whole person walking through there. No, This one is from re Egret. Re something of the sort. When I was in high school, I had a really good friend who lived next door to a house that was always up for sale. People would move out in the middle of the night without a word. And it hadn't had the same owner for more than six months straight for a couple of years. Mm, God. Sorry about this. One night we were really bored and he suggested we go explore the house next door since it had sat empty for a while. We go around back and there's a dog door that he can crawl through and he unlocks the door and lets me in the house itself is really unremarkable. It looked like it was built in the 1950s and was a craftsman style house in an older, nicer part of town. My friend's house was similarly built. The kitchen had a really nice built-in breakfast table set against a picture window. The house's electricity was off, but you could see the street light through the window. My friend and I sit down on the floor across from this table and we're just hanging out. Talking. Why? Who knows? Because y'all were teenagers. That's why. And that's what you do. Okay. Or what you used to could do, you can't do that anymore. All of a sudden my friend screams, and in that instant, my vision goes black. But it wasn't that I couldn't just see my body was engulfed in this sickly coldness from head to toe. I start screaming and feel my friend's hand grabbing mine and pulling me in some direction forcefully. My vision slowly comes back and I start to warm up when I realize that we're outside under a streetlight. It was December and should have been much warmer inside of that house. Finally, I look at my friend and he looks scared. I'm really confused and kind of panicked myself, and I finally ask him what happened. He says, as I was talking, a black thing. This figure that was all black and only had the vague shape of a girl crawled out from under the table and sat on top of me. Apparently, I started grabbing around and looking around with my eyes wide open like I couldn't see, and he was so freaked out that he pulled me out of the house. We're still friends and we bring it up every now and then, but the story itself never changes and still sends chills down my spine. To this day, I've never felt such blackness or coldness in my life. It was palpable, almost sticky for a couple of days afterwards. I couldn't shake this unsettling feeling and I could never walk past that house again. Ugh. I'm scared now just thinking about it and too scared to get out of bed. Okay, so one of my very best friends, Hillary, we've been best friends since like, I don't know. Hillary, how long have you been best friends since kindergarten? Side note, me and Hillary used to swim in trash cans. Don't ask our parents. Were very neglective. Neglectful. I, I don't even know. It don't even matter. Okay, so Hillary's granny has lived in the same house always and there is a house like two or three houses from hers. It's a really cute. A two story house. It's on Cooper Lake Road if you're from my area. And nobody stays in this house very long. Never, I think usually a couple of months at the most. And they leave usually in the middle of the night. And one day, granny and them just go outside and there's nobody living there anymore. And another for rent or for sale sign in front of the house. I have been trying to convince Hillary for years to sneak in this house with me. And she's refused. But this past Christmas, we always do Christmas Eve at Granny's house and we were gonna walk over there and go look inside the house. And we didn't, but we should have. I don't remember why we didn't.'cause we had decided Hillary. Hillary, if you're out there listening, why did we decide not to walk over there? I don't even remember. But every time I ask Granny, she's like, oh, well there's gotta be like a leak. Or what did her and Rocky say that there was a leak or something? No. Mm-hmm mm. Now maybe what people, the owners, if it's a rent house, are telling you, okay. But there's been so many people who have moved in and out of that house over the years and it's gotta be. Haunted. And I think I wanna say, and I could be making this up, that granny said that, um, it caught on fire one time. And now I'm like, okay, did people die in there? And then like, they're trapped in there. There are little ghost bodies. I don't know. I don't know, but I vote, me and Hillary should go to that house. If you think so too, let me know. Shoot me an email. Say, Amanda, Hillary, go in the ghost house. Okay. And I'll, I'll make it happen. This is from Wolf Crest. When we first moved into the house I grew up in, I used to hear things calling my name from the opposite end of the house. I would be in my room playing with Legos or something, and I would hear my dad call my name from his room. So I'd go to my parents' bedroom and ask them what they wanted, and as always. They'd tell me they never called my name. Being a little kid, I honestly started to think that they were playing a joke on me because this happened about once every couple of days. Well, one night it happened and I went to ask them what they wanted, but right as I stepped into their room, I heard my mom's voice calling me from the living room, which is all the way on the other side of the house. it was at that exact point. I knew no one was tricking me because I was looking at both of my parents sitting right in front of me. I kind of kept this to myself until my brother was diagnosed with partial narcolepsy. One of the symptoms of narcolepsy is apparently oral. Oral or rah rah. Hallucinations. We're not even gonna try that. So I thought maybe I had it too. I went and I got myself checked completely fine. So I have no idea what was calling my name all those years, and I still hear it at night, whenever I come visit and stay over I, it's a mimic. It's a mimic or a flush pedestrian. That's what that is. This is from Raging Cajun. Four. Four. Four. Yo, raging Cajun. I'm from Louisiana. Shout out to you and this story from 12 years ago. Okay? There was a local kid a few years back that would have dreams about a World War II pilot that was shot down somewhere in the Pacific in the dreams. He was actually the guy, really weird stuff. He knew everything about the guy, the ship's name, the pilot's call sign, his best friend, his sister's names. He could even recall conversations that the dead pilot had with his buddies. I think 60 Minutes or something like that had a special on him. And checked all the information the kid had about the pilot and it matched up perfectly. The kid had never read or watched anything about World War II before the kid's dad wrote a book about all this stuff interesting and creepy. Um, I'm pretty sure this story was on the show. The Ghost Inside My Child. If you're into weird kids or past lives, please go watch that. Show The Ghost Inside My Child that show. I need to rewatch it. It gets me every freaking time. That is some scary shot. This is from Slither Dolly. not all that scary, but relatively creepy. A couple of friends and I were at the annual fair, held at the local park one year being 14-year-old girls, we thought it would be. Cool to separate from the large crowd at the fair by walking along a rather long walking trail that starts at the fairgrounds and travels on for a few miles. Well, it was late in the evening and the lighting was bad. We were sitting at the mouth of a tunnel, which sat at the top of a secluded hill when a lady with a baby approached us. She asked us if we knew a man who was standing at the bottom of the hill near a bench, looking in our general direction. We told her we didn't, and her response was, well, he's been following you for a while. I don't know what he's up to, but you should be careful. Needless to say, we high tilt it back to the fair. Uh, no. That mama should have snatched y'all asses up and drug y'all back to the fair with her. Mm-hmm. No, we don't. We don't leave the children behind. Especially when there's creepy men lurking around. Can y'all hear that train over the rain? I hope not, but when I do find the right house, okay, I will have a whole setup. will. Put carpet on the walls if I have to. Just for your listening pleasure. Although I'm a rain girly, so this is kind of soothing for me this is from Zap Bang Pal. About four years ago, I woke up late one morning on a day off at 10 21, you'll learn why I remember this. Four years later in a second, I got out of bed, used the restroom, got dressed, et cetera. I went back into my room and picked up my phone to check for messages. And the clock on the phone said ten twenty five. I was surprised because I know that it did not take me only four minutes to dress. I'd lingered in the warm bathroom quite a while, brushed my teeth too. I looked at my bedroom alarm clock to confirm, since that was the clock I'd looked at when I woke up. It also said 10 25. I shrugged it off. And figured in my sleepy, just woke up state, I'd misread the original 10 21. I went downstairs, turned on the pc, turned on the news on the tv, listened to it, and then started cooking breakfast. I wanted to microwave up some rice leftovers from last night, so I went to pop them in the microwave. And the time on the microwave was ten twenty five. I whipped out my phone to check the time. It still said 10 25. There was no way. There was no way that I checked the clock upstairs, walked downstairs, turned on the PC and the tv, got a glass of water, started cooking eggs in the matter of less than a minute, I decided to stand there and watch the microwave clock while counting the 60. I figured if it didn't turn to 10, 26 and 60 seconds or less, clearly it was a malfunction. It turned to 10 26, about 20 seconds into my count, which made sense. it had been 10 25 for a while before I looked, I finished making my breakfast, plated it up. And took it over to the pc, like the lonely slop I am. The time on the PC said 10 20. I pulled out my phone. My phone also said 10 20. That's when I started writing all of the shit down. I pulled up the little clock toolbar and watched the second hand go around while I watched it. Time seemed to pass normally. It ticked to 10 21 and to 10 22 as I watched the second hand go around over the next what felt like an hour or so, maybe an hour and a half. All the clocks in my house, as well as the internet ones seemed to pass time normally while I observed them, but if I looked away for a while, at least a minute or two, They'd make no sense. At one point, about 15 minutes after these events. The cell phone and PC read 10 14. Then later, 10 13, then back to 10 twenties. After the hour and a half they normalized and I never experienced it again. Um, yo fam, that's not cool. I probably would've ran out into the streets screaming at my neighbors to check all of their clocks. And then they would've all thought that I was crazy. This is from a deleted user. When I was in high school, I had a class in what was known as the Orange Hall. every day in that class. I would hear the annoying tune of someone whistling the song. Pop Goes The Weasel, but really slow. Two years later when I had a class in the same hall, I heard it again nearly every day. Now my sister is in high school and her friend said something about someone whistling the song. I found this strange'cause my sister is so much younger than me and there is no way the same annoying student was still there. She said, she asked her teacher about it and her teacher said that it happens every day around the same time and it's been happening for 10 years and they've never been able to find anyone whistling in the halls. Can you picture that like just a slow creepy? Nah, nah, nah, nah. Not gonna lie. So back at home in there is this old school in Union Parish that somebody turned into a house and it is up for sale. And I really thought about going to look at this house, home school. To buy it. Okay. Corbin would never, first off, he would never, never, but it's got like a full gym and the kids, you know, and the basket and, and all the things. And I was like, oh my gosh, we could, you know, the layout is kind of weird, but we could rip the walls down and do what we wanted. And then I was like, nah, too many people's energies have passed through there. But would that not be the dream if it wasn't probably most likely haunted? This is from Tom Sky, 1 23. This one gave me the creeps. Y'all like it really gave me the creeps. Last month my father sent me a disc. He made me with his old camera tapes he had recorded. When I was young, there was around one hour and a half of different videos about me. Birthday party, hockey games, Christmas, and plenty of other videos. Really lame and boring for the most, but there is one strange video. It's happening during summer. Someone is filming me from the basement window while I'm outside playing. was jumping repeatedly into a little children's pool. The camera was zooming in and out on my face. This video lasted for about five minutes. Sometimes we see my mom on the background taking care of her garden and keeping an eye on me even if I was young, seven, eight years old. I can perfectly remember that day. My mom was outside taking care of the garden and checking on me. She never left the area because she was too afraid that I would drown. My father was staying at the hospital at that time, and my older brother was in another town. So. I was wondering who was filming me from my basement. I asked my family about this and they were terrified when I showed the video to them. I'm glad I'm not living there anymore. Too much weird shit happens there. What the fuck that so creepy. I used to film Reid and Stella a little bit when after she was born with my um, camcorder. It was an old camcorder. It used to be my mom's and all the discs were in storage, but I just tried to be a great mom, you know, videoing my kids. And this makes me second guess that, because our grandparents filmed us all of the time, and actually my nana had some DVDs made from those tapes for all of us grandkids. A few years ago, and I'm so thankful for those because now that my dad and my granddaddy have passed, they're just extra special. But I would shit myself if there was a video like that on there and from your basement window, I can't. Mm-hmm. Make it make sense. There's no way. Yeah, I think we're gonna end on that note. Guys, that's a good one to leave off on. I feel like go through all of your childhood videos'cause I can guarantee you your parents or grandparents have videos of you and if there's somebody videoing you from your basement window, when. Your family was everywhere else. I need to know about that immediately. You know the drill though. 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