Unexplainable Stories

This episode dives into a series of strange, unexplainable experiences that blur the line between coincidence, energy, and the unknown. From bizarre infestations, to unexplained sounds, glitch-like moments, and objects appearing out of nowhere, each story raises more questions than answers. These stories invite listeners to reflect on the weird experiences in their own lives that just don’t seem to make sense.

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My name is Athena, and you're listening to Energy Highway. I don't know what the fuck that was about. She tells me to go home, take an egg, rub it all over my butt. Father. Just the buttons. The fuck was that? Have you ever had some weird unexplainable shit happen to you? That if you were to tell someone about it, they just wouldn't believe you, thought you were crazy, or could come up with some other explanation for what happened? I have a few stories. The biggest one happened to me a couple years ago. I was at my last job, and I worked at a gym, a very quiet gym. So what I would do is like every hour, if it's not busy, just walk around and tidy up, make sure everything looks good. On the floor, I found a broken bracelet. And I picked it up and I brought it to the front desk and I left a little sticky note. And that was that. Well, one of my coworkers came up to me and she's like frantic. She's like, You didn't touch that, did you? I'm like, Yeah, I had to pick it up. Why? What's up? She was freaking out because it was an evil eye bracelet. And I guess if I remember correctly, she was telling me about how when it absorbs too much negative energy, it breaks off. And if I were to touch it, I absorbed all the negative energy. Then she tells me to go home, take an egg, rub it all over my body, crack it in a glass of water, and then put the glass of water under my bed. And she said the next day I should be able to look at the egg and see what the negative energy was or something like that. I'm thinking, girl, you are crazy as hell. I'm not going to rub an egg all over my body like that's crazy, right? But that's what she said she believed in her culture. I'm like, okay, well, I don't I don't believe in that. So thanks for telling me though. So then I go home, and I can't really remember like over the course of how many days this was, but within a short period of time, next thing I know, I have a horse fly infestation in my kitchen. And not just in my kitchen, only in my kitchen window. Okay? Now picture a simple window with simple blinds on it, nothing fancy. In the window between the blinds and the window were hundreds of horse flies. I am not over-exaggerating. I sat there and started counting how many flies was there, and I stopped counting at a hundred, and I wasn't even a fourth of the way done. It was extremely bad. Like I can't even explain how bizarre this was and how many fucking flies were in my kitchen window. It was very crazy. So I bought a fly trap, one of those traps you hang in a window and it's like a bag of water, and I guess they get into it and it gets stuck, whatever. They didn't touch the trap. And these flies were alive for, I don't know, I can't remember exactly, a few days. Okay. So I've been dealing with this for a few days at least. I'm looking around where they could have come from. Is there a crack in a window? Is there something dead in the window? Is there a hole in the wall? Like, I couldn't find the source of where these flies would be coming from, or at least where their eggs would be. I couldn't figure it out. I even had my landlord come over and say, Can you take a look? What the fuck is going on? He went downstairs to the neighbors, didn't see anything. He went up in the attic, didn't see any dead animals or anything. He said, I don't know where this is coming from. Sorry, I can't help you. But here's a trap. You know, that trap didn't work either. So I'm like, okay, this is this is crazy. After a while, though, the flies eventually died off, because I guess they don't live that long. I'm like, okay, cool, whatever. So I'm cleaning up all the dead flies. It's very gross and they smell bad. And then maybe like a few days later, it happened all over again. A second infestation of all these horseflies in my kitchen window. Just my kitchen window only. They didn't fly out of the window. They weren't flying around in a kitchen. They weren't flying in any other room or any other window. Just my kitchen window only. I can't emphasize this enough how bizarre this sounds. And then one night I'm laying in bed and I heard three scratches on the bottom of my bedroom door that was closed. Just three little scratches. Scratch, scratch, scratch. I'm thinking at the time it was my pet rabbit. Now, mind you, he never scratches doors. He's never done it before. Whatever. I thought it was him wanting to get inside my room. So between the scratching and me getting up to open a door had to have been no more than two seconds. Okay. I got up, opened a door. When I opened the door, nothing and no one was there. I was a little spooked because if it was my rabbit, and I probably scared him away, he would have ran back around the corner to his area. And if he were to run, I would hear his nails scraping on the wood floor. Like every time he runs on the wood floor, it makes like a little scraping sound. I didn't hear that. When I walked around a corner, he was just chilling in his cage, like the cage door's open, but he was just chilling in it. So I thought it couldn't possibly have been him. Because one, I would have heard him run away. And two, he couldn't have gone that far and laid down that quickly. You know what I did? I went into the kitchen, I opened the fridge, I got a motherfucking egg, and I rubbed that bitch all over my body, cracked in a glass of water, and put that glass of water under my bed, okay? Way too much weird shit was going on. The next day, I brought the glass out, I looked at it. I felt silly because it just looked like egg and a glass of water. Like it didn't look like anything, it didn't change colors, it was just egg and water. But eventually, the flies died off. And as I'm cleaning the dead flies off my windowsill, I noticed something. Something I completely forgot about. I have my evil eye hung in the window, like on the side of the window. And I often forget about it because it's out of my sight of vision. I have it hung on the side, so it kind of looks out into the world, out into the street. Completely forgot it was there. And I thought, that's that's an interesting piece of information. I picked up a broken evil eye bracelet. A lot of weird shit happened, and these flies were only in my kitchen window, and in my kitchen window is my evil eye, just hung there. To this day, I don't know what the fuck that was about. But I'm assuming it's evil eye related. Haven't had flies since. Maybe my evil eye did its job. I don't know. But it was a bizarre time. Another incident happened, I don't know when, maybe, maybe a year after that or so. I don't really know the time frames of all this shit, but one day, the apartment building next door was being I believe it's called effumigated, where it gets tented and they're treating for pests or whatever. So the whole building was tented. It looked like a giant circus tent, okay? Very important information. As I'm walking from my car to my door, I hear something falling through the trees. And as I look, it was a big red apple with a bite taken out of it, just fell to the ground. And I'm like, what the f fuck? This apple literally fell from a tree. Like from the sky. Like it's not an apple tree. There are palm trees everywhere. And I'm thinking, did someone throw an apple? So it couldn't have been the apartment building, completely tented. No one's in there. Okay. If they are, they're probably dead. And it wasn't me, because I'm not upstairs in my apartment. I am outside. No one else is inside. So I'm like, where who could have where the fuck did this apple just come from? It literally fell from the sky. So I'm thinking, okay, maybe a bird flew by and dropped it. There were no squirrels in the trees. There were no raccoons at the time. Like there were no animals in the tree. I looked. I didn't hear anything. My only guess would be a bird. Do birds eat apples? I'm telling you, it fell from the sky through the tree down onto the ground. I thought that was that was weird. I couldn't explain where the fucking apple came from. Cool, whatever. That night, I'm laying in bed and I'm watching my favorite show, Rick and Morty. And this one particular episode, I thought it was funny because the daughter was acting just like her father. And I said out loud to myself, Oh, that's funny. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. That literally happened today. So I was just laying in bed freaked out. So yeah, I can't really explain that. I'm going to say maybe it was a bird carrying a giant red apple with a bite taken out of it. I don't know. I'll tell one more incident that happened. This involved me and my daughter. I was at work and my daughter texted me. She said, hey, just a heads up. I broke a glass, but I cleaned it up. I said, okay. Now the way she cleans and the way I clean are two different types of cleans. So I said to her, Did you do a good enough job that I could walk around barefoot in my kitchen and be okay? She said, Yes. I cleaned it up very well. I said, okay. Then maybe a couple days later, I was expecting company. So I was like, well, let me make sure my kitchen floor looks nice, you know. I'm looking around the floor everywhere. The floor is perfect. Okay, there's nothing on the floor, nice and clean. It is ready for company. My daughter and I leave. We come back. We both walked into the kitchen at the same time. And when we did, we both stopped. Because what got our attention was this sparkling broken glass on the kitchen floor. Now I don't know where she originally dropped the glass, okay? We're both looking at it, kind of freaked out. Because I know I cleaned the kitchen floor and that was not there. I turned to her and I said, Is that where you broke the glass? She said, Yeah, but I cleaned it up. That was not there. I said, I know, because I looked before we left just now. That's it. She cleaned it up. And there's no explanation. Like no one else was there. It was just me and her. So that I think maybe we left and came back into a different parallel reality where she didn't clean it up. Yeah, I can't explain that one. That was we are still freaked out to this day about that glass in the kitchen. And on a couple other random occasions, I would still get the three scratches on my bedroom door. One time my boyfriend and I was in my room, and I heard the three scratches on my bedroom door. I opened it, nothing and no one was there. At this time, my rabbit had passed away, so he was not there. And when I opened the door, my daughter was in the bathroom. And I said, Was that you? She said, No. I said, Did you hear the scratching? She said, Yes. I thought that was you. I said, No, I'm thinking it was you. She was like, No, it was not me. My boyfriend heard it, I heard it, she heard it. Again, couldn't have been her, because by the time I opened the door, I would have seen her run back to the bathroom. Like the the time it took to open this door was like a second or two. And I would have heard her run if she had ran. So, who the fuck is scratching at my bedroom door? It has happened one other time, probably a total of three times. Something if someone has scratched on my door. And I remember when I opened the door thinking, well, whatever it is is in here now, so you're just gonna be in here, I guess. Whatever. I don't feel bothered. I don't feel scared. I'm just perplexed on what the fuck was that? Where did it come from and why is it doing it? Oh, I'll I'll I'll say one more. This one happened very recently, um a couple days ago, actually. You know, back in a day when you turn on a television, the old school televisions with the big back, and you could kind of hear and feel the static electricity that the TV makes. Like you could hear it being turned on. Or even if the screen is off, you can still hear it on. Okay. That feeling. So I'm at home, my daughter and I are about to watch TV. I said, hey, cue it up. I'll be there in a minute. I go in the kitchen and I feel that feeling of an old school television being on. Normally I feel this feeling around my head, but this time I felt it in another room. So I got excited. I thought my daughter turned on a television and was getting ready. So I go into the room, I'm like, hey, and like, oh, she's not in here and the TV is not on. I thought that was that was odd. I felt it. But then I still feel it. So I'm like, oh, maybe it's my TV in my room. So I go in my room and the TV's off. And then I'm realizing, oh, wait a minute, TVs nowadays don't even do that anymore. They're flat screens, they don't do that. So what was I feeling? And where did it go? And why was it here? Bizarre. I have no idea, no explanation what that was. I felt it. Just felt like static electricity in the air. Also back in the day, I don't know if you've ever experienced this, but aside from hearing the TV being on, did you ever experience hearing someone coming into a room or walking near you, even though they are silent and trying to be secretive as fuck, you can hear them walking into the room and walking past you. I remember feeling that back in the day. Like I could feel someone walking. Okay, like let's say I'm watching TV, but I could feel someone walking behind me, even though I don't hear them. I feel them. I don't feel that anymore. Like I think if someone were to walk past me, I wouldn't feel them. Maybe it was related to the TV. But yeah, those are the weird stories that I can't really explain that I like to share. If you have any weird stories you also cannot explain, please share. I love to tell the world about it. But yeah, um that's all I have for today. I don't think you've learned anything new. I was just sharing. But yeah, definitely check out my social media and all that good stuff. And yeah, thanks for listening.