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(Fark)   Gather around, Farkers, it's time for Fark's 16th annual spooky story thread. Get into the Halloween spirit and share your true ghost/scary stories. 👻 Farkers who bring up politics get thrown in the dungeon ☠   (fark.com) divider line
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2019-10-31 7:19:04 PM  
.....And she stepped on the ball.
 
2019-10-31 7:27:12 PM  
Happy Halloween, Everyone!

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2019-10-31 7:27:31 PM  

Tharkin: Today at work I got a Facebook message from a name I didn't recognize. It read simply " Were you Tharkin on Fark?" Well yes, I was, and still am I guess though I probably haven't posted in most of a decade. That feeling of "oh no, what did I do?" was probably the spookiest thing that's happened to me today (so far!)

Turns out she was following up on a story I posted in this very thread like 7 or 8 years ago. Pretty cool!  I'm about to take the kids out for trick or treat, but I'll check in later to read up on everyone's spooky stories this year.


So you unintentionally created a fark Halloween thread legend...

/much respect
 
2019-10-31 7:31:48 PM  
I have to admit, being the site supervisor is fun.  Like right now, all of my employees have left for the day, and I am sitting on the can thanks to four days of antibiotics.  I hear pops and crunches and bangs, and I have not heard the door chime go off to indicate anybody has come in.  It is a four year old metal building, but still, anyone who believes in ghosts might think my museum campus is haunted.  Or maybe it was just shoddy work on a building that is settling.  Even the light fixture behind me is making popping noises, and the toilet motion sensors are badly calibrated so they flush at random, even with Post-it notes blocking the sensors.
 
2019-10-31 7:39:37 PM  
True Story Bro:
Several years ago my husband (then boyfriend), a friend, and I were heading out to an SCA event out in the Bay Area. Sorta. It was off of some weird exits in the middle of nowhere, and thanks to some packing issues and things it was dark by the time we got to (what we tonight was) our exit, off of 880 to Old Calaveras Road. It was a twisting, windy, one-lane road, and this was the days before cheap GPS (or smartphones, just old Nokias), so we were valiantly trying to follow the printed instructions. (Also, f*ck you, MapQuest.)

At some point the trees got very tall and overgrown, and we began to see animals just chilling by the side of the road. Or the middle of it. Most wildlife will book it at the presence of a motor vehicle, but these farkers just watched us go by. Silently judging us. ...Okay, creepy. We're not superstitious or believe in supernatural weirdness, but something about this place just didn't seem right. Our friend had passed out for a nap in the backseat and she woke up because something felt off, too.

Then the radio shut off.

No static or fading or anything. Off.

F*ck it, nope. We pulled the fastest 3-point turn we had ever done and booked it the hell out of there. The radio came back on. A few minutes later the itchy, prickling feeling went away. We could see the sky again.

Apparently Old Calaveras Road crosses 880 like a badly stitched wound and we had taken the wrong exit. After getting the correct exit we proceeded to send out way up a switchback road up the hill, nearly melting the damn brakes. (That Olds got put through a LOT during its lifetime.) We stopped at a gate, and wondered if we were in the right place, when some gigantic bloke of Italian descent, wearing black leather and fur, detached from the shadows to ask if we were here for the SCA event, and goddamn near got clocked or run over by my now-jumpy BF, who is 6'5 and built like an outhouse constructed of cement building materials, as it were. We went in, found a spot where we would camp, and parked the car. Achy from the trip, we got out and stretched-

And saw more stars than we'd ever seen before. In a bit of a bowl atop one of the hills/mountains in the Coastal Range this place blocked the city lights that normally erased the sky. We had never seen the Milky Way before, and constellations that previously been just a couple of points of light were now stellar portraits. Definitely worth the mortal terror we had experienced only a couple of hours before. :)
 
2019-10-31 7:40:58 PM  
And F*CK the edit function, I fixed those typos and edits! Typing on mobile is STUPID.
 
2019-10-31 7:45:53 PM  

hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: This is all true, happened before the 2017 scary story thread, decided to write it down, oh, about 30 minutes ago, so forgive the quality...

And if anyone has any better explanations, I'd love to hear them.


So, two summers ago, it's hot as balls, but my then wife wants to walk the dog and we need stuff at the grocery store. Since I was not at all thrilled at the concept of walking the dog for a third time that day (did I mention that it was hot as balls?), she suggests I drop her off at the end of a street that looks like it should be the beginning of a trail (there are a LOT of trails here) but is closed to vehicle traffic, hit the grocery store, then pick her up where I dropped her off.

Worst case scenario, this road, or trail, or whatever, ends in something impassable and she walks 100 yards to a trail we know. It's not the Dark Ages, we have cell phones, we'll figure it out.

Now, we've been down this road a million times, but, well, it ends with a large gate and some rather excessive, in my opinion, signage. "Do not enter, dead end, road closed," etc.

Cool, I get to hang out in the AC'ed environment of the grocery store for about 30 minutes, then get back into the AC'ed environment of the car to pick her up.

The look on her face when she gets in the car is hard to describe...wonder, confusion, sense of mystery? Maybe all of that, plus something I couldn't put my finger on at the time. Long story made short, she insists I walk this trail with her.

Since it's hot as balls here until nearly Halloween, it's some time before I make good on my "promise." But I do, eventually, keep my word, and we take the dog for a stroll.

Just past the crazy signage is a freshly paved road. Fire hydrants with fresh, glistening orange paint line both sides of what appeared to be a nature trail, but is actually a road in better condition than the ones I'm forced to drive on every day, even just outside my driveway.

It was ...


Sounds more to me like a planned housing development where the city agreed to build the access roads and infrastructure but then the developer went bankrupt before work could begin on the actual development. Hurricane Agnes you say? >checks Wikipedia to see where that made landfall< Ah, Florida! Just as I expected!

When I was in High School in Maryland there was a similar totally-out-of-place street in the middle of nowhere: a wide, four-lane, median-divided boulevard-to-nowhere. They even went so far as to plant trees all up and down the median and install modern street lights far superior to what was on any of the connecting roads, apparently just to illuminate the deserted streets and pretty trees. That was built about a decade and a half ago and only in the past few years did the developments it was meant to serve open up.
 
2019-10-31 7:57:18 PM  
This one isn't a ghost story, but a Mandela event. I recently attended an alumnae reunion weekend at the college I attended thirty years ago. One of the weekend's events was scheduled for a lecture hall in a building no one had heard of, not even the recent graduates. We all assumed it must be new construction and had to google a campus map to find it. It was one of the main buildings in the academic quad, right across from the library. It was one of the original campus buildings. It still had it's original name. Yet more than thirty years of alums, including several who had given campus tours for a job, had never been inside it and had no idea it was there. I have a memory of a building in that spot, but not that one.
 
2019-10-31 8:00:38 PM  
Also it is pouring rain, thunder and lightning, windy as hell, I'm alone in the house, my kid is out doing Halloween stuff, the power keeps browning out. and the Emergency Broadcast System just went off. Someone please come hang out with me.

No psychos though, please.
 
2019-10-31 8:04:54 PM  
Here's a link if you want to read my Halloween posts.


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2019-10-31 8:05:01 PM  

namegoeshere: Also it is pouring rain, thunder and lightning, windy as hell, I'm alone in the house, my kid is out doing Halloween stuff, the power keeps browning out. and the Emergency Broadcast System just went off. Someone please come hang out with me.

No psychos though, please.


It's raining here too, just pissing like all get out.  The fireplace is yammering and moaning in the downdrafts.  Only the bravest are coming in for candy, and I give them a quarter bowl each just for making the trip.  "FOR THIS, ... A QUARTER PORTION."

I don't think we'll win the "Netflix most paused movies" metric this year.  Nice and warm, though, and far better than those years when it's snowing and the kids have winter coats over everything else.
 
2019-10-31 8:09:06 PM  

Kalyco Jack: hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: This is all true, happened before the 2017 scary story thread, decided to write it down, oh, about 30 minutes ago, so forgive the quality...

And if anyone has any better explanations, I'd love to hear them.


So, two summers ago, it's hot as balls, but my then wife wants to walk the dog and we need stuff at the grocery store. Since I was not at all thrilled at the concept of walking the dog for a third time that day (did I mention that it was hot as balls?), she suggests I drop her off at the end of a street that looks like it should be the beginning of a trail (there are a LOT of trails here) but is closed to vehicle traffic, hit the grocery store, then pick her up where I dropped her off.

Worst case scenario, this road, or trail, or whatever, ends in something impassable and she walks 100 yards to a trail we know. It's not the Dark Ages, we have cell phones, we'll figure it out.

Now, we've been down this road a million times, but, well, it ends with a large gate and some rather excessive, in my opinion, signage. "Do not enter, dead end, road closed," etc.

Cool, I get to hang out in the AC'ed environment of the grocery store for about 30 minutes, then get back into the AC'ed environment of the car to pick her up.

The look on her face when she gets in the car is hard to describe...wonder, confusion, sense of mystery? Maybe all of that, plus something I couldn't put my finger on at the time. Long story made short, she insists I walk this trail with her.

Since it's hot as balls here until nearly Halloween, it's some time before I make good on my "promise." But I do, eventually, keep my word, and we take the dog for a stroll.

Just past the crazy signage is a freshly paved road. Fire hydrants with fresh, glistening orange paint line both sides of what appeared to be a nature trail, but is actually a road in better condition than the ones I'm forced to drive on every day, even just outside my driveway.

It was ...

Sounds more to me like a planned housing development where the city agreed to build the access roads and infrastructure but then the developer went bankrupt before work could begin on the actual development. Hurricane Agnes you say? >checks Wikipedia to see where that made landfall< Ah, Florida! Just as I expected!

When I was in High School in Maryland there was a similar totally-out-of-place street in the middle of nowhere: a wide, four-lane, median-divided boulevard-to-nowhere. They even went so far as to plant trees all up and down the median and install modern street lights far superior to what was on any of the connecting roads, apparently just to illuminate the deserted streets and pretty trees. That was built about a decade and a half ago and only in the past few years did the developments it was meant to serve open up.


Jesus.farking.christ.

The place I'm talking about is in MD, skippy.

Bridge was not in FL...at least not the part of it that Agnes washed that away.

Cool...anyone else share factual information and have internet sleuths make erroneous judgments?

Holy shiat, I live about a mile from this (former) bridge, I know where it was, and I've been on both sides of where it was, over the Middle Patuxent River.

FFS, judge my drunken writing before shiat that you can look up on the internet.

And Happy Halloween, lol...
 
2019-10-31 8:29:00 PM  

hiredgoonz: Kalyco Jack: hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: rebelyell2006: hiredgoonz: This is all true, happened before the 2017 scary story thread, decided to write it down, oh, about 30 minutes ago, so forgive the quality...

And if anyone has any better explanations, I'd love to hear them.


So, two summers ago, it's hot as balls, but my then wife wants to walk the dog and we need stuff at the grocery store. Since I was not at all thrilled at the concept of walking the dog for a third time that day (did I mention that it was hot as balls?), she suggests I drop her off at the end of a street that looks like it should be the beginning of a trail (there are a LOT of trails here) but is closed to vehicle traffic, hit the grocery store, then pick her up where I dropped her off.

Worst case scenario, this road, or trail, or whatever, ends in something impassable and she walks 100 yards to a trail we know. It's not the Dark Ages, we have cell phones, we'll figure it out.

Now, we've been down this road a million times, but, well, it ends with a large gate and some rather excessive, in my opinion, signage. "Do not enter, dead end, road closed," etc.

Cool, I get to hang out in the AC'ed environment of the grocery store for about 30 minutes, then get back into the AC'ed environment of the car to pick her up.

The look on her face when she gets in the car is hard to describe...wonder, confusion, sense of mystery? Maybe all of that, plus something I couldn't put my finger on at the time. Long story made short, she insists I walk this trail with her.

Since it's hot as balls here until nearly Halloween, it's some time before I make good on my "promise." But I do, eventually, keep my word, and we take the dog for a stroll.

Just past the crazy signage is a freshly paved road. Fire hydrants with fresh, glistening orange paint line both sides of what appeared to be a nature trail, but is actually a road in better condition than the ones I'm forced to drive on every day, even just outs ...


HAHAHA OMG Seriously?! Well then I suppose there's an equal chance of it being a spooky government facility or a crooked developer that abandoned a project!

Happy Halloween, its always good to hear from the homeland. I live in San Diego now, and this time of year I do very much miss spooky season as we're continuing our beach and margarita season.
 
2019-10-31 8:40:35 PM  

namegoeshere: Also it is pouring rain, thunder and lightning, windy as hell, I'm alone in the house, my kid is out doing Halloween stuff, the power keeps browning out. and the Emergency Broadcast System just went off. Someone please come hang out with me.

No psychos though, please.


*turns around dejectedly, kicks the sand in frustration *
 
2019-10-31 9:06:24 PM  

namegoeshere: This one isn't a ghost story, but a Mandela event. I recently attended an alumnae reunion weekend at the college I attended thirty years ago. One of the weekend's events was scheduled for a lecture hall in a building no one had heard of, not even the recent graduates. We all assumed it must be new construction and had to google a campus map to find it. It was one of the main buildings in the academic quad, right across from the library. It was one of the original campus buildings. It still had it's original name. Yet more than thirty years of alums, including several who had given campus tours for a job, had never been inside it and had no idea it was there. I have a memory of a building in that spot, but not that one.


Did you go to William and Mary? Sounds like a particular building I never went in during my four years there.
 
2019-10-31 9:18:06 PM  
From a notebook found in a crawlspace:

-Los Angeles, 1892
It was the witching hour. On a shelf, a clock set in an ornately carved teak case softly chimed 13 o'clock. Professional men George Wyman and Sumner Hunt lay on wooden pallets cushioned by soft quilts and tightly packed buckwheat hull pillows covered in intricate silk brocade. They were in a secret Chinatown opium den behind a red door in a ramshackle three-story wooden building full of oddly angled halls.
On the street, under a string of brightly colored paper lanterns, a vendor sold noodle soup from a stall. Crustaceans swarmed in a glass barrel that stood next to his crude wood-burning stove. They resembled Pacific mole crabs or sea lice but shed of their shells. Each was roughly the size of a chicken wing with a transparent, jelly-like body that emitted light through some internal mechanism. Without the multicolored flashes, they'd have been nearly invisible. The color display may have been some form of communication. There was regularity to the pulses that suggested code. But as any telegraph operator knew, the tapping of woodpeckers often produced 'messages' in Morse. It was a random universe, but nobody in this alley knew Morse code. If something ran, crawled, or wriggled here, it was food.
A customer stopped at the stall and held up two fingers. The vendor took a small bowl and slopped in some noodles with a pair of chopsticks. With a bamboo ladle, he splashed a thin, golden broth over the noodles. With the same tool, he scooped two of the creatures out of the glass barrel and placed them directly into the broth. They furiously flashed red and blue. The customer sipped from the bowl. He took his chopsticks and captured one of the pulsing crustaceans. He raised it to his lips and, in what seemed to be a moment of self-awareness, the gelatinous little blob emitted a piecing, human-sounding shriek. The diner bit down without interest or emotion and the alley was quiet again.
"Did you hear something?" George Wyman drowsily asked Sumner Hunt. Hunt shrugged and mumbled incoherently.
 
2019-10-31 9:19:29 PM  
I grew up in the sticks. As a kid, all my scares involved bears, cougars, abandoned cabins, and random staircases in the woods. Cheers to y'all with a story to tell.
 
2019-10-31 9:23:00 PM  

starsrift: I grew up in the sticks. As a kid, all my scares involved bears, cougars, abandoned cabins, and random staircases in the woods. Cheers to y'all with a story to tell.


Sounds like you yourself might have some stories to tell...
 
2019-10-31 9:28:52 PM  
2005 was a bad year for me. Not sure if the worst so far, haven't really ranked them all yet, but it's certainly a contender. That was the year my inner child died, the year I became a full-time adult. It was all the result of a downward spiral that started with my marriage in 2003, followed by the loss of my job and becoming a father in 2004. Work was scarce and I started working about 30 hours a week as a freelancer, getting paid every two or three months. That was killing me. By the summer of 2005 I was homeless, jobless, and had lost one of my best friends in a car accident. Time had just stopped for me. Halted.

During that time days really did not matter to me. My wife was unemployed too and the weekends/weekdays lost all significance to us. I only took notice because my friends were still living in week intervals. Not too often I would go and share a beer with them. My friend was still single so his house was the place we assembled at in those occasions. It was a hot Friday and we were all drinking a lot, joking, laughing, saying all sort of stupid things. There was four of us that night. The beer was about to run out shortly after mid night and two of my friends volunteered to go out and get some more. Me and my friend stayed at the back of the house, drinking, singing songs. All of a sudden his expression became very serious, very stern. He looked sober. The stupid MP3 player ran out of battery five seconds later.

"How's your love life? How's your marriage?" He asked me, I swear he sounded like he had not drank a single beer that day. It was no secret my marriage was a trainwreck, even my not-so-close friends knew about it, but that was not the usual way we approached such matters, we used to go around in circles before talking serious, personal matters. I kinda felt a bit sober too, suddenly, not sure if it was because of the question, or the way my friend looked during that moment. And of course, we were now surrounded by silence. "It's ok, I guess." I told him, "Are you sure?" He asked me. "How is you relationship with your wife?" "It's getting better." I told him. And I wasn't lying. Two days back we had just received the eviction note. For me and my wife that was our first shiat-got-real moment (getting pregnant had not been that hard.) We didn't even fight over it. We talked, we made a plan, for the first time in more than a year we had agreed on something.

"Are you going to make it?" My friend asked. "What!?" I said. I was very confused at that point. "Are you going to make it? Can you make it on your own?" This question had a certain meaning because we, he and me, had similar backgrounds. We grew up as part of tight, close families but our parents were not ok with the way we wanted to live our lives, so we received little to no support from them and asking for their help was generally not an option. We did things on our own. "Yes, I can make it." I told him. With that I meant to say I was not getting divorced right away. "You'll be ok." He told me. He sounded sad and I was still unsure about what was happening.

Then he told me he was going to our home town the next weekend, a city 200 miles to the west. Asked me to go with him. I told him I could not go because I had to deal with leaving the house I was living in then. He was visiting his relatives and a girl she was romantically interested in. Then the other two friends arrived with more beer, they put the music back on, the party went on.

That was the las time I saw my friend.

A week later, he called me on the phone. It was Saturday night and he told me everything had gone wrong with his trip, got mad with his relatives, her date went bad too. He wanted to get back. He was drinking and I told him to stay put and get back on Sunday. He said he agreed with me, we made a few jokes regarding her date and then ended the call. And so began the strangest night of my life.

I was downstairs in the living room, watching a movie, having a drink. The kid was asleep in his room and my wife was watching TV in the master bedroom. It was about 10 PM, I went to the kitchen, got some ice and then filled my glass. I felt a chill when I put the bottle back in the table. I stood there a few seconds, then shook my head and went back to the couch. Took a sip off my drink, tried to clear my mind but then I realized I was fully alert, I stood up, turned around, "something's wrong here" I said out loud and the sound of my own voice scared me. I put the glass in the small table and went upstairs with a certain urgency. The kid was still asleep, everything ok in his room, then I went to the bedroom, my wife was also sound asleep, very unusual of her. She used to watch TV until 2 or 3 AM. I called her name and she didn't even flinch. I turned the TV and the bedside lamp off.

I went back downstairs. Picked up my drink and resumed watching the movie. I felt very uneasy, half a bottle of whiskey had done nothing to me. At mid night I decided to call it quits and turned the TV off. I went to the kitchen to leave my glass in the sink, as I went back into the dining room, that chill again. It made me stop there, started looking around. I couldn't shake the thought that something was wrong. Very wrong. I turned every light in the house, went looking all over the place for something, couldn't tell what, just trying to find what was so wrong. I thought that with the noise I was making while going from one end of the house to the other, opening and closing doors my wife and/or kid would eventually wake up, but they didn't. They remained fully asleep. After double checking every window and outgoing door, I turned out the lights and went upstairs, to the bathroom. There I found a copy of Dan Brown's "DaVinci's Code" (I know) I had received a couple of months back as a gift from a friend (I know) and well, I started reading it.

I went to bed, turned on my lamp and continued reading. I realized I could not sleep. Didn't even felt tired. An hour went by and I was becoming anxious again, to the point of repeating the doors/windows routine I had performed before. When I came back to the bed again, I tried to wake my wife up. But she wouldn't. That was also unusual of her. I turned the TV on but continued with my reading. It was 2:30 AM. Then I started to feel really bad, really scared. I was sure something was about to happen. Actually, I wanted something to happen, an earthquake, an explosion, whatever, I wanted that overwhelming fight/flight feeling to go away. I went downstairs, turned all the lights on again, and as I stood in the middle of the living room, that thought again. Something is wrong, something is very wrong here and I can't identify what it is, and I need to identify it, or something very bad is going to happen.

I went outside, walked to the parking lot, stood there, it was a warm summer night, clear sky, everything looked normal. I went back to the house, the VCR clock said 3:15, I sat on the dining table and stared at the wood grain for a long time. Slowly I felt the dreadful sensation going away. Slowly felt myself going back to my senses. "You missed it" I said out loud. I wasn't sure about what to think. I did not felt that urgency anymore, but felt guilty and kind of sad. I went upstairs, checked on the kid, my wife, made sure they were both breathing, went downstairs again, turned the TV on. I sat there until dawn.

That Sunday my wife had a party at her mom's, she wanted me to go with her, and I kinda wanted too, but I was feeling very tired. She asked me what was wrong? I asked her why she felt asleep so early and if she had heard me last night. She said she did not know, "I just felt like I was carrying something heavy" she said, "can't remember anything else." "I could not sleep." I told her. "I was feeling anxious and scared all the time." The expression in her face said that she thought I had drink too much. She left the house around 11 AM and I was in charge of cleaning the place up. I knew the routine, make sure everything was fine by the time she came back. I felt tired and down but even though I had a ton of reasons to be depressed, couldn't tell which one was keeping me down that morning.

The call came at about half past noon. It was my other best friend. He sounded scared too. "We need to talk." He said. "I just received a call, and I need you to help me. Where are you?" He asked. "At home." I told him. 'I'll pick you up in 10 minutes." I was finishing tying my shoes on when the doorbell rang. I rushed to open. My friend looked just like I felt. Without talking we went to the parking lot, got into his car, we took the way downtown. "Got a call" He said, "From one of my wife's coworkers." He struggled with every single word. I missed it, I thought. I missed it. Something did happen after all. "He said last night there was an accident, it was reported on the AM news, and the car looked just like our friend's car. He thinks it was him. I'm going to the morgue, to make sure."

"So that was it." I said. "What?" He asked me. "I couldn't sleep last night, I kept feeling something was happening, something bad, but I could not find out what." I told him. "What do you mean?" He asked, "It's him."  I said. "He's dead. Died early this morning."

We identified the body. He was driving too fast, they told us. Lost control while taking a curve, 6 miles from the city. He did not die instantly though, probably took him about half an hour. A truck driver reported the accident at 2:45 AM. When the help arrived he was gone, but missed him just barely.

Sometimes I like to think it was just an accident, but that last conversation we had... Was he saying goodbye to me? Did he sense his death? Did he plan it? And what exactly kept me awake that night?
 
2019-10-31 9:28:55 PM  

rat_creature: starsrift: I grew up in the sticks. As a kid, all my scares involved bears, cougars, abandoned cabins, and random staircases in the woods. Cheers to y'all with a story to tell.

Sounds like you yourself might have some stories to tell...


Guessing this is probably a reference to a notorious /nosleep thread, which would make for some good spooky Halloween reading if you'd never encountered it before.

/It has a strong Annihilation/Roadside Picnic vibe I really enjoy.
//Also welcome back Tharkin!! Thank you for my absolute favorite FARK Halloween story!
 
2019-10-31 9:34:56 PM  
Halloween is supposed to be the one day a year that I give Fark a break from posting horrifying stories of my experiences.

/butt stuff

 
2019-10-31 9:45:16 PM  
My first job, as a young man, was working at the local Chicken Delight. Remember that? Part of my job was delivering food to customers. I drove a Nash metropolitan. It had the back seat removed, and a sterno stove was placed there. Yes, driving around the city with an open flame in the back seat. I was directed to deliver a chicken dinner to an older part of town. The city was Buffalo and there are some wonderful old wooden homes there still. I rang the door bell and was greeted by a middle aged lady. It was in the autumn and raining. She beckoned me inside and said to me, "wait in the parlor while I go get my purse". The room had lots of dark wood trim I remember. It was furnished with oriental rugs and had several portraits of men and women, on the walls. The very weird thing that it also had was 12 washing machines spaced equally into a semi circle. All the plugs were gathered together in the center, unplugged from any wall. The lady came back into the room. She was wearing a black ankle length skirt of some type, and a black high collar blouse, with white piping around the collar and sleeves. The peculiar thing that I noticed was she appeared to glide over the floor, instead of taking normal steps. When I, several decades later, watched the movie "Rebecca" by Daphne de Maurier, I was struck how the housekeeper resembled this woman. Anyway, she promptly paid me and gave me a nice tip. I was quite nervous by now and made my exit. I'm in my early 70's now, and still remember this incident quite well...
 
2019-10-31 9:47:31 PM  
I still have a lot to read in this thread. I love that this year were not getting bombarded with novellas that someone is writing (no offense, just link those huge walls of text) but I wanted to get this out. I wrote last year about how my shiatty little rental house is haunted. But I'm pretty sure a year ago I was the only one who had heard it. This year, both boys have and have asked me about it. And looking back before I hit the button, this seems way longer than I intended. So I give the worst advice.

I always heard squeaky doorknobs turn when the boys were with their mom and I was alone. I know the doorknobs that sound like that and they are standard shiatty fake brass don't even have a lock interior door knobs. But they squeak. Just like I hear sometimes. When I'm alone.

So my kids are weird. They've never had nightmares. I used to have awful ones but I'm so effing glad that they don't. But my oldest boy, 11 at the time, came into my bedroom after I had already tucked him and his brother in and said goodnight. He asked me very matter of factly why I kept jiggling his bedroom doorknob. But I was asleep and he woke me up by asking this and he never wakes up in the night ever. But their bedroom door was member what I had heard turning in the past. So...

And my youngest boy, 10, has heard the squeaky doorknobs, but I had already told him about hearing them so I kinda doubt he really does. But he was freaked out when he told me about the lady in the kitchen. He only saw her when she passed in front of an unshaded window in the daylight. Outside of the window frame, she wasn't visible but she was definitely inside the kitchen.

So that's kinda neat. It used to be that only I could hear it. Now my kids can sometimes. My kids are only here half the time so they're not as familiar. But ghosts aren't real and it's totally cool that they're recognizing my children.
 
2019-10-31 9:47:44 PM  
a particular individual:  Hey! I actually got worried about you after your Halloween story. You said you were going back the next day, and that was it. I even posted a thread asking after you.

Your story reminded me a lot of Stephen King, especially Dream Catcher. Which was a terrible book. But your story creeped me the fark out.


Sorry for the worry!  I did go back shortly afterward.  In fact by now I've spent quite a bit of time in the general area.  I shot a deer some years ago not too far from where I saw the guy looking up at the trees and I've spent a night in a tent with my wife and kids in a clearing nearby.  I wish I had some cool follow-up story to tell, but the truth is I've never experienced anything weird there again.  That night was definitely bizarre though.  I'll pretty much chalk the animal behavior up to the storm.  Weird weather does weird things to animals, although I've never seen that particular behavior since.  The feathers?  I dunno.  It'd be easy enough to believe that someone out for a walk in the woods was just messing around if that area hadn't been such a dense thicket.  Not many people really go up there anyway outside of snowmobiling later in the winter.  It really seems like something that had to be done with intent by a person, but who knows?  Maybe it wasn't so thick in the springtime, or something.  It's weird but I guess it's not unfathomable. The guy though...I do wish I knew what was up with that guy.

hiredgoonz:

So you unintentionally created a fark Halloween thread legend...

/much respect


Hah, I was genuinely surprised to hear that anyone but me still remembered that story at all.  It's really been a thing all this time?  That's pretty cool.
 
2019-10-31 9:48:18 PM  
 
2019-10-31 9:50:54 PM  

rat_creature: starsrift: I grew up in the sticks. As a kid, all my scares involved bears, cougars, abandoned cabins, and random staircases in the woods. Cheers to y'all with a story to tell.

Sounds like you yourself might have some stories to tell...


I hope this works. Totally worth the read.
 
2019-10-31 9:51:04 PM  

Astorix: Another weird reincarnation story. My ex sister in law, when she was a little girl, around 4, used to describe in detail houses and events that nobody else in the family ever heard.

Her mother asked her "when did you do (or hear this)

She said "when I was a boy."

They laughed and made fun of her until she closed her mind off to it.

I wonder if when we are little kids we know more but learn to close our minds off to it. Just a thought.


My daughter is three, and very loquacious. (Go figure)
The other day she looks at my wife and says "I don't like it when the bad baby follows me. Because it's a sneaky baby and a bad baby."
0_o

/We live in an apartment complex that's the definition of boring architecture
//also live near plenty of infrasound sources
///and in the SeaTac flight path... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
 
2019-10-31 9:51:27 PM  
Sairobi:
//Also welcome back Tharkin!! Thank you for my absolute favorite FARK Halloween story!

Thanks! Glad you've enjoyed it :)
 
2019-10-31 10:00:30 PM  
Ok not really a ghost story, but the closest thing I have.

I once got lured into visiting family that I hadn't seen in 20 years, for the promise of a bogus job-prospect. While there I was trying to avoid my relatives as much as possible so I spent many days just driving aimlessly around the rural parts of the state. One one such trip I was gripped by a sudden painful need to urinate. There was nothing around but farms and woods, but enough traffic that I didn't feel comfortable just stopping & going on the roadside; I had already been stopped three times in one week in different towns by the same bored state-trooper, so I was trying to keep out of trouble.  Finally I rounded a bend and saw a puny little old cemetery by the roadside. The urge to urinate was desperate, I pulled in and tried to pull to the back for privacy from the road but I stopped and hopped out at a random spot when I knew I couldn't hold it anymore, ducked behind a stone and whizzed. Walked around to the front of the stone and it was my Great Grandmother & Grandfather's stone. They both had very unique names and though I'd never met them, I'd never forgotten my mother telling me their weird names when I was little.

Coincidence? Yeah, probably. Or my psychic-telepathy-spirit-urine, you decide.

 
2019-10-31 10:03:31 PM  

rat_creature: starsrift: I grew up in the sticks. As a kid, all my scares involved bears, cougars, abandoned cabins, and random staircases in the woods. Cheers to y'all with a story to tell.

Sounds like you yourself might have some stories to tell...


Nah, I'm no Cat-Like Typing to make a good story out of a couple of bedframes. Suffice to say, you stumble over a cabin in the woods, and you use it to shelter from a storm or whatnot, you take the time after the storm to leave it like you came in - fuel ready to fire and everything. Better for everyone, all around.
 
2019-10-31 10:03:42 PM  
About ten minutes ago the hook holding a picture to the wall failed. Startled the hell out of me.
 
2019-10-31 10:07:50 PM  
I live in a house built in 1795. Five times I have had an experience. I'm walking through a front room and it happens. It is part breeze and part shadow. I walk into it or it walks into me. And for a brief moment I'm filled with a strange joy. I've lived in this house all my life and it is great.
 
2019-10-31 10:16:35 PM  
Not spooky, but coincidental.

Having counted down the register, I finished closing down work around 10:15 pm. As I left the office, I managed to be clumsy and run into the door, bending up my glasses and leaving me with a nice little cut between the eyes.

After depositing the night bag into the bank drop (right across the parking lot, thankfully), I wandered home to my shared apartment. My roommate and his girlfriend were there, as expected, and they leapt up together, visibly excited, when I came in the door. Questions spilled out of them: "Did anything strange happen ten minutes ago? Did you feel or see something?" "I ran into a door," I answered. They both laughed, and went on to explain that ten minutes or so before they had both experienced a very strong personal feeling, one of anger and pain, and were trying to figure out what had gone on. Our conversation turned to some other, close friends of ours, and the next day we discovered that their relationship had ended just about the time my roommate and his girlfriend felt the sensation and I ran into the door. If there is any psychic connection here, the sort of thing that might play out again in the future (and I truly doubt that there is), I am not keen on the idea that I would get the stick to the knee while everyone else gets chills and odd sensations.
 
2019-10-31 10:17:32 PM  
Follow up to my Dad's 'aura seeing':  I read my post to my family (as I  think this is the first year I have said anything of a personal nature) and my first born says "Oh yeah.  I could see auras when I was a kid.  It went away at around 12 " (they are now 21).
Huh. Maybe I should relax  my mind a bit and see what happens.
 
2019-10-31 10:26:35 PM  

Walker: ObscureNameHere: I'm a 'non-believer' but do admit that weird things happen now and then (how one *proves* what the weird things are can be a discussion for another day).   There are three examples of stuff from my family, two fall into the 'precognition' category and not 'ghost stories' per se., the other is, well, not sure.

1)   My Dad was driving up our long driveway (lived in a rural area) and my older brother looked out of the picture window and said "Dad brought Kentucky Fried Chicken!".    I remember being really excited about this and wondering how my brother knew.  Now, this is the late 70's, so my Dad would not have called home to say he was doing this.  And, the KFC bag was kept on the floor of the passenger side of the car, so there is absolutely no way my brother could have seen it.

Reminds me of me when I was young, around 10-12. I would be in the living room just drawing, or watching TV and all the sudden I would look over at the phone and say "The phone is going to ring" and it would ring. Also I was good at the carnival games where you would put a quarter down on what color or number you think the spinning wheel would land on. I always would win those first try. Won a lot of stuffed animals and stretched soda bottles with colored water in them. When I hit puberty I slowly lost those "guessing/knowing" abilities. Noticed at 13 I couldn't predict when the phone would ring anymore, and I didn't always win the carnival guessing games, just sometimes.  Had to spend like 5 quarters instead of just one. By the time I was 14 all the powers were gone. Too bad. I never got a chance to try and win the lottery. They didn't have it back then in VA.

I still am what you would call a "sensitive" I guess. When I walk into a haunted place I feel something like electricity, sometimes it stops me in my place it's so strong. Back in 2005 I was walking down the sidewalk past this place "The Angel Inn" in Niagara-by-the-Lake Ontario once. Had no clue about its history ...


I stayed there in 2011!

Nothing overtly weird happened to us but the place does have an extremely creepy vibe to it.  The pub in particular just feels odd.
 
2019-10-31 10:33:37 PM  

Brainsick: Astorix: Another weird reincarnation story. My ex sister in law, when she was a little girl, around 4, used to describe in detail houses and events that nobody else in the family ever heard.

Her mother asked her "when did you do (or hear this)

She said "when I was a boy."

They laughed and made fun of her until she closed her mind off to it.

I wonder if when we are little kids we know more but learn to close our minds off to it. Just a thought.

My daughter is three, and very loquacious. (Go figure)
The other day she looks at my wife and says "I don't like it when the bad baby follows me. Because it's a sneaky baby and a bad baby."
0_o

/We live in an apartment complex that's the definition of boring architecture
//also live near plenty of infrasound sources
///and in the SeaTac flight path... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


We were playing in the leaf pile and the front yard the other day, and my 3-year-old decides that the path to the house is "the ugly land, the yucky land", and we had to hide behind the leaf pile like Sam and Bilbo from the eye of Sauron. I asked her why, and she said "there's a guy there that will make you eat yucky foods, like honey lemon."
 
2019-10-31 10:36:50 PM  
My three year old just fell out of bed and we have to start bedtime all over again.
 
2019-10-31 10:40:54 PM  

EviLincoln: Last year, we went for vacation in Jekyll Island, GA, supposedly one of the most haunted places in america, yada yada yada.

There dozens of these swanky turn of the last century mansions and being a big dork for architecture, I'm photographing some of the now empty mansions. I get this one that is one of the oldest on the island and it's abandoned. I walk up onto the porch and peek in the windows and it is absolutely perfect inside, empty, but immaculate. Being the scumbag kind of guy I am, I try the handle. No dice, it's locked.
I walk out front to get a pic of the front of the house and the auto-face detection centers on a second story window. The window is empty and I just sorta chuckle and restart the camera. Turn the camera back on and the same thing happens. Auto-face detect centers on the same second story window. The hairs go up on the back of my neck. I shut the camera off again and walk closer to the house, thinking it's an old building and the windows were probably hand made and the glass is reflecting the evening light unevenly. I turn the camera on again and the auto-face detect once again centers right on the same second story window. I'm now officially interested and walk up on the palatial front porch and try the front door handle. Locked as well. I turn the camera on and now the auto-face detect centers on the window in the front door. Again, I shut the camera down and restart, it does the same thing again. I look at the door window and smile and wave.  I walk away with an uneasy feeling.

After reviewing the photos, there was nothing in any of the windows I could see


I'm glad to see you in a thread. Hope all's well these days.
 
2019-10-31 10:42:43 PM  
Also pretty wild to see Tharkin reappear.

Every time I listen to 'The Handing Down' by Magnolia Electric Co. - itself a pretty eerie song - I think of that story when it gets to the part about:

"Scarecrow leaves an hourglass above the crossroads for me
Filled with tears and twilight from a friend's dying day
Here's a turkey feather for his favorite hat and a love letter from the ace of spades..."
 
2019-10-31 10:44:22 PM  
About 8 years ago my friends lived on a busy street just about in the heart of a big University campus here in Chicago (DePaul University, on Fullerton). They were going to be at a party the night scheduled for trick or treating and asked me if I wanted to hand out candy for them. I agreed. I showed up wearing this massive black monk's cloak with a cowl that completely covered my face. I borrowed some string and an 8-inch fake spider they had and strung it up over the sidewalk and ran the string to the railing on their porch and put a loop in it. the spider naturally hung about 5' off the ground and if I pulled on the string it was about 9' off the ground and partially hidden among the shadowy branches. I then sat on the porch, bowl of candy next to me, wine skin full of wine on the other side, with the loop on my finger and the spider pulled up. With the porch light above my head I looked like a dummy. I scared more than a few people coming up the steps. But, the best part of the evening was letting go of that string and having the spider drop down about 4 to 5 feet in front of people walking on the sidewalk. I got a lot of screams that night!

One of my favorites was a group of university students walking and one guy happened to see the spider from a ways off and he was mocking the spider, calling it fake, saying it would not scare anyone. And when he got close he stopped, looked right up and the spider and I dropped it. He screamed like Janet Leigh in Psycho and fell on his ass as he tried to backpedal away from it. Then his friends proceeded to mock him! Another was not when I managed to scare one young woman but when she came back a little later with her friend and behind her friend's back waved and got my attention and signaled me to drop the spider for her friend. Then there was the one little girl who screamed when I accidentally dropped the spider in front of her (I had planned on only scaring people who were clearly adults or at least older teenagers). She literally jumped backwards as she screamed. She then started laughing and said, "Again! Again!" And every time she screamed and then started laughing. After about 5 or 6 times her parents told her it was time to move along (after they came up the stairs for candy). We were both disappointed about that. But I did get her one more time as she went down the stairs. It was a great night. Sadly my friends moved away before the next Halloween rolled around else I would have done it again. It really was the perfect location for such a set up.
 
2019-10-31 10:50:39 PM  
When my daughter was two we lived in Phoenix. I worked in the morning, her mother and I both went to school and  then her mother worked at night. After school my daughter and I would nap out on the floor for an hour or so where it was coolest. One afternoon/early evening I awoke to an overpowering aroma that I couldn't recognize but it was chemical. Just stinging the nose and watering the eyes overpowering. My daughter was nowhere in my immediate vicinity but looking around as I shook off my nap I started noticing little red smears of a thicker substance here and there around the apartment, all around a toddler's height. Smears on the stereo cabinet, smears on the divider bar, smears on the walls and on the floor. Panicked I shouted my daughter's name but got only silence. The smell seemed suffocating in the heat. I staggered up to my feet and into the hallway where I found her, frozen stiff with fear from having gotten caught playing with nail polish.
 
2019-10-31 10:52:49 PM  
In the early 80s, I ran a homeless shelter. Many homeless people are homeless because they have alcohol, drug, or mental problems (sometimes combinations of these).

Once, I had a guy committed to the mental hospital against his will. He was making a lot of threats to people's lives, so he was committed for being a threat to others.

A few hours later, I got a call from the hospital that he had escaped. I was surprised and told them so, because they usually can't say anything about current or former patients. They pointed out that there are exceptions, and I said the aren't many. They then reminded me of the exception where they can warn somebody whose life they think is in danger. Um.

The next call was from the police. He'd been see  about a mile from the homeless shelter, walking in our direction and carrying a large axe.

A little later, the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to check who it was (always kept light off inside and on outside so I could see but they couldn't).

The was a face pressed up against the window. I couldn't see details because it was distorted, but the hair color was  right, so I dropped to the floor and started making my way to a phone. This caused gales of laughter on the other side of the door and the guy stepped back and I recognized him as a friend of my brother (who was also there).

I told them what was going on, and they stayed with me until the cops called to let me know they caught the escapee a few blocks away, and he didn't have an axe when they caught him.

We found an axe in the back yard the next morning.
 
2019-10-31 10:57:14 PM  
I was very close with my aunt. She babysat me a lot when I was growing up and we got along so well. When she got sick for the last time, she made the rounds in the family and stayed with each of us for a few weeks. When she lived with me those few weeks she told me, half joking, that if she could she'd haunt me. I told her to feel free to drop in and make her presence known and she was always welcome... not believing at all in that sort of thing. Another thing she made me do during her visits is watch her daily soap opera (the Young abs the Restless? I forget) on Soap Network (obviously this was awhile ago) after I came home from work as she slept through the morning airing and she knew I farking hated every second of that useless show but knew I'd sit with her anyway.

Anyhow, she passed in her sleep in February of 2012. It was so difficult not having her around on my wedding day in April of that year. My husband didn't know her well, and I really think they would've been friends. I still miss her.

But I digress. A few months after her death, I was watching tv with my husband and we were flipping channels and came across her soap. I went off on a story about how I hated watching that with Shelly, and she thought it was hilarious to make me suffer through it every night. I then mentioned how she said she'd haunt me if she could. My husband had tucked one of those small flags that are glued to sticks that are about 6 inches long behind a framed photo hung above our tv. Just as I finished with my comment about haunting that flag popped straight up and fell right behind the tv. There's no physical way that could've happened and that flag hadn't budged since he stuck it there. We sat there in stunned silence looked at each other. I asked "Did that really just happen?"

Since that day, I've never spoken ill of soap operas since I'm pretty sure she's listening.
 
2019-10-31 11:02:46 PM  
I was at a party (I abhor parties but I was hungry and hoping for snacks, there were none. They invited me with the explicit plea "come have some food!", the liars). Everybody else was already drunk when I arrived. I attempted a few conversations but nobody would talk, just smirk at me. This gay dude who had always been really sweet came up to me and told me not to freak out, but he can see spirits and I am constantly followed by evil spirits screaming "KILL HER! KILL HER!" He was pretty incoherent and I tried to get more details to get an idea if he was just screwing with me, but he wouldn't say much else except that I'm really strong so it's probably nothing to worry about,then he just kind of wandered off with his boyfriend.  I wanted to call my mom because she was a believer but it was late and I didn't want to wake her. I got ahold of her the next morning and found out she'd had her first heart attack while I was at the party. The doctor installed a stent and said it probably wasn't much to worry about because she was strong. I got to talk to her a few more times but she died two days later. Afterward I asked the psychic if maybe he'd been mistaken; could the spirits have meant *my mom* was dying? Could they have meant to warn me, maybe not "kill her", but "tell her"? He just got really vague and kept refusing to talk about it and saying everything is fine. I still kinda think it's just some lame party-bit he does for attention and the whole thing with my mom was just a coincidence. Though the evil-spirit thing is kinda believable because it's kind of a joke how badly people treat me in real life for no reason; people do hate me irrationally on sight and they make no secret of it (the honest ones are all too happy to scream it at me explicitly) but that could be just because I'm not pretty.  Strangers scream at ugly people all the time, don't they? Sure they do. The entire "party" was probably just a set-up for this one creepy prank, telling me I'm pursued by demons to try to scare me. I was 35 and most of these people were in their 50s, btw. So, well past the age of "pranks".


/I am Carrie in real life

//nobody has ever been nice to me unless they were planning to drop pig-blood on me

///not even once

 
2019-10-31 11:06:27 PM  
True Halloween story from tonight.

After I turned off the strobe lights, I leave a bold of candy for any stragglers sat on a chair outside my front door.

When I came home from walking my dog, one of the little bastards had stolen my bowl...
 
2019-10-31 11:23:24 PM  
Chalk me up as another under bad weather, this Halloween..  Pouring rain all during the trick-or-treat hours and not a single ghoul or goblin at my door.  To be fair, I live on a side road in a rural town and get very few every year, as it is..the rain just sealed the deal..

/..however, several local municipalities have set Nov 2nd as the 'official' trick-or-treat nite..  P'rhaps Sat nite I'll have better luck..
 
2019-10-31 11:31:58 PM  

Honest Geologist: Also pretty wild to see Tharkin reappear.

Every time I listen to 'The Handing Down' by Magnolia Electric Co. - itself a pretty eerie song - I think of that story when it gets to the part about:

"Scarecrow leaves an hourglass above the crossroads for me
Filled with tears and twilight from a friend's dying day
Here's a turkey feather for his favorite hat and a love letter from the ace of spades..."


It wasn't difficult to find him. His name is in his profile.
 
2019-10-31 11:53:37 PM  
We were doing a night hike & geocaching in the Ocala National Forest in FL. It started out with a group of about 20 of us, but by 2-3 AM there were only 5 of us left, since the others went home. 

The moon was out, there was almost no wind & the white sand trails were pretty bright.  As we were heading down this narrow trail miles away from parking we noticed someone had been on the same trail barefoot.  We thought it was odd but it was FL, so the possibility of a barefoot redneck in the deep woods wasn't too far fetched.

As we were following our gps' & should've been paying more attention, suddenly we heard this deep huffing in front of us.  We all froze and everyone shone their flashlight forward, just in time to see a black bear emerge from the scrub palm & stop on the trail.

It huffed at us again and started forward.  We all started stumbling back with out taking our eyes off it, when the bear suddenly stopped. It looked like it was looking at something to the side of us when it turned  completely around & crashed through the brush.

We stood there shaking & listened to it getting further & further away.  I turned around to see if there was another bear or something behind us & there was nothing there.

We decided to head back and were all pretty jumpy.  We heard something off to the side of the trail past where our flashlights would reach & were freaked out even more. It seemed like whatever it was, was shadowing us, staying parallel & when we'd stop, so would it.

When we got to a dirt road we all started jogging faster & faster til it was almost a full out sprint.  We finally stopped & looked back & there was a large man like figure a ways back on the road behind us.

We scattered at that point & I ended up by myself, in the middle of the freaking woods, scared shiatless.  I stopped, pulled out another flashlight & a machete from my pack & tried to calm down to think.  I didn't want to go back to the road but didn't want to stay there either.

I had left a pin where my car was & it was still about 5 miles away.  Headed towards the car & saw I'd come across a trail so figured I at least wasn't lost. Kept feeling like something was watching me but didn't hear or see anything else.

Made it to the trail & could see some lights coming up it.  Two other members of the group, were jogging towards me & didn't want to stop.  We kept going  and came across some other creepy shiat but nothing as bad as what had already happened.

Stayed in the lot until the other couple got there & then we all got the fark out of there & I haven't been back since.  Not sure what we saw, don't know, don't care just know it scared the crap out of all of us.
 
2019-11-01 12:02:26 AM  

mikaloyd: Pass.
Too many wet blanket atheists in here to share my ghost or UFO tales again


Now I'm thinking about Richard Dawkins having nocturnal emissions; thanks pal.
 
2019-11-01 12:15:51 AM  
Late to the thread and this story isn't that creepy, but I'm a scientist and an atheist so what do you expect? But it's a true story.

In my younger years I would occasionally have creepy intuitions that would come true. I mostly just chalked it up to my brain collecting data and figuring things out on some level below consciousness and then shoving the results up at me out of the blue. Because I was an atheist and wanted to be a scientist since I was like 5, and I didn't really believe in the supernatural. One incident really sticks out in my mind though as especially creepy.

I was in my early twenties, working the graveyard shift at the Walmart in my home town out in western Canada. It was the dead of night, some time between 3 and 5am. I'm unpacking stock and putting it on shelves, all alone in my section. Suddenly out of nowhere I'm overcome with this feeling of intense dread. Like the kind of feeling you would imagine you would get if some one close to you had died. It lingered for what felt like forever but was probably on the order of 30 to 60 seconds. What could I do about it? Nothing. It was the middle of the farking night. What was I going to do, start randomly calling my loved ones because of a feeling? So I shoved the fear aside and kept working. In the morning I went to campus and walked into the student center to get some breakfast before my first class. That was a very rough year btw. Working full time graveyard shifts and taking two science classes per semester. That's another story. The news was playing on the radio somewhere. I was strung out and tired and couldn't piece together what they were going on about at first. After listening for a while I finally wrapped my mind around the enormity of what they were saying and it blew my mind. It was the morning of September 11, 2001.
 
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