The house I grew up in.
I’ve told this story before but the house was built in like 1976. A freak tornado came down and tore it down when it was 3/4 completed. The builders got the insurance and built it again and when they finished it it caught fire and burned to the ground.
The builders got the insurance and built it again and another tornado came through and destroyed it a week before it was supposed to be completed.
In pythonian fashion the fourth time it stayed up, but one night I was down in the basement doing laundry on a dark and stormy night and I saw a movement to my right. A man in a full trench coat and wide brimmed hat was standing next to the water heater. I screamed as any preteen boy would and the man walked around the water heater and dis a fucking peared.
I ran upstairs screaming there’s a man in the basement there’s a man in the basement and everyone came down to look and there was no man in the basement. The doors were bolted locked from the inside.
A few years later my mom built a room into the basement and turned it into an extra bedroom. My sister woke up one night with a woman clad in all white with long black hair holding her feet down and crying and crying and crying.
She screamed and the woman disappeared.
My mom still lives in that house and will probably die there. That house is fucking haunted and was haunted before it was ever built.
I’ve told this story before and my friends have said maybe it was built on an ancient Indian ground or something and to me that is hilarious because I am native American so why the fuck would they bother me?
It sounds like your sister has sleep paralysis
Doesn’t that instead affect the chest?!
We sure the bed had a slope of some kind?
Oh it’s not always the chest sitting experience. Back before I understood what was going on, once I had an episode where I felt my body being stretched across the room.
I mean, they didn’t bother you guys.
The guy was just cold, and the gal had a personal moment. Not their fault, that you two little kids were scared of strangers.
Kidding aside, and assuming what you’ve written is neither internet-talk nor standard schizophrenia tendencies, it might be carbon monoxide poisoning. It was a phenomenon, with haunted houses very often just having faulty heaters of some kind, causing hallucinations in the right doses.
We lived in a house where the previous owners had it exorcised and I’ve never slept better. I’d take living in a cursed/haunted house over a shitty roommate any day.
When I was a kid, my grandmother bought me a Steve Urkel doll from a garage sale. It had a pull string and would repeat Urkelisms from the TV show. The thing severely creeped me out, and felt completely cursed. So I lit it on fire with gasoline, then buried it in a shoebox.
I have an old Soviet mechanical wristwatch that cost 3€ on an Eastern German flea market.
Compared to other watches it sounds like a Diesel tractor, the bezel rotates freely and the wristband pulls my arm hair out.
When I wear it, it’s too fast and when I don’t wear it, it’s too slow.But I only wear it during the day and take it off at night, and that way it’s been keeping perfect time for 15 years.
Maybe it is actually cursed. The curse is that while you wear it your life goes by faster but if you remove it you slow down. Most people get too greedy and slow their life to a standstill but you are actually using it perfectly to enjoy your free time at night and less time during your work
Printer
I have a rusted knife in a badly tanned hide sheath from the early 1900s that an explorer in the family got from a tribe over Africa way (not sure of real geographical location). The thing is primitive and small but could probably be cursed. I don’t have many items that’d fit the description
My USB cables exist in a quantum superposition where the orientation of the male end is only determined after I fail to plug it in on the first try.
You mean on the second try
My brain
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My blanket on a very cold winter night
Oh, definitely my vacuum cleaner. I have never changed the bag on that thing. And I dread the day that it will become necessary.
Can you clarify… when you say “changed” do you mean emptied or replaced?
You can empty the bag without throwing it away?? I always thought those bags were supposed to be tossed as they are when they’re full :o
… I’ve done neither haha
Well that’s terrifying.
My old vacuum bags were meant to be tossed, but I just emptied it and put it back because $.
When I was a kid, my mom either bought or was gifted a little plush snowman that would say “Happy holidays! Happy holidays!” When you squeezed it. It would maybe get squeezed a few times in December and then put in a bin until the following year. No one ever changed the batteries and it still worked each year for many years. Then it started to run out of juice. And slowly over each year it would sound more and more demonic, but it always played at least once before running out of power. It’s now been more than 25 years and we still check it each year to see if the demonic snowman is still alive. I’m not sure it will ever die if it was never alive in the first place…
Easy. It’s a dried and shellacked squid that has been posed in an artful, somehow bipedal and menacing position. I call it the creeping horror and keep it in an old wooden box.
Not really my taste, but it was a gift.
That’s exactly my taste! I’ll take it if you ever wanna her rid of it!
I’ve become attached to this eldritch abomination.
Now you must propagate dark and horrible legends about it!
