That's Unusual!

The company started small and gradually took over the adjacent bays of the building. Lunchroom and cadaver lab were in the first bay.

So yeah, we have a freezer full of human arms. They include the shoulder and scapula. We make bits for repairing broken wrists and shoulders:



So when ever we develop new bits we have some doctors come do test procedures on the cadaver arms. They bolt the scapula to a stand and go as if it were a patient. What surprised me most when I watched one was how much the human muscle tissue looked just like steak. I expected it to look more like pork.

 

I don't know what to call this but it's something that happened to me when I was six.

I was in kindergarten at the time and in the cafeteria eating lunch. Everything was perfectly normal up until after I threw away my trash and was sitting at the table waiting for the teacher to gather us up for recess.

Next thing I know I'm lifting my head off of the table laughing my head off and realizing that everyone was gone. I mean everyone my entire class the teachers everyone. Needless to say I was more than a bit freaked out and ran outside since I knew that was where we always went after lunch. Looking back I find it even odder that not one person said or did anything if I was sitting there by myself as everyone else left. You'd think the lunch ladies or one of the teachers from the other grades would notice the little girl apparently passed out on her own, and recess was almost over by the time I got outside so that means I was like that for a good half hour at least before I came too.

 

The bits stay in forever unless there's some complication that requires removal.

Do you remember the voice Dad heard while riding his motorcycle home from work? I think it was before either of us were born. He said he was taking his normal rout home just like always, and pulled up to a red light. He heard a voice saying "When the light turns, don't go." So when the light turned he sat there a moment, and a muscle car on the cross street blasted through right where he would have been if he had gone. For those that don't know him, he's extremely rational and never BSes. He would not have said it if he didn't experience it.

 

Reading that reminded me of something.

The night my grandmother died one of my aunts was keeping vigil at her bedside and told us she started seeing shadows moving around the house and hearing whispers she couldn't make out up until the moment it happened. That night my uncle that was also staying in the house saw a group of deer standing in the back yard and all staring in the window at him.

To make this stranger it's not the first time deer have appeared when someone in my family dies. It happened with my grandfather and great grandparents as well, and when one of my cousins had been killed in a car accident a stag showed up in her mom's driveway and wouldn't move so she could leave. This was before anyone even knew anything had happened.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirin_Dajo

 

Slightly off-topic, but does anyone else get really annoyed when weird-stuff videos and list youtubers (like DangerDolan, Top5s, people like that) play up stuff that that is clearly mundane as scary or supernatural?

Like I was just watching a list video that included the middle eastern abandoned school footage and the commentator was talking about the 'weird distant chanting' that was going on when the shadow appears? NO. No dude, that's the muslim call to prayer, you uneducated racist fuckstick. The shadow is weird, yeah. The echoing city-wide call to prayer isn't. Dude, I live near bradford, which has some of the highest muslim population in the UK. I know what the mosque speakers sound like at that time of day.

(Also, to make this slightly more on-topic, and to lead on from 'weird stuff our parents have experienced' - my dad saw something... odd, in the Louvre in Paris when he went as a younger man.

He was tired, so he had sat down on a bench opposite a big oil painting of a old-timey noblewoman - he never could tell me the exact one, they all kind of look similar after a while - the kind with a big elaborate Elizabethian collar and intricate beadwork on her bodice and all that. He had been sitting for a minute or two with nobody else in sight when a girl about his age came down the corridor and looked at the painting with her back turned to him. She wore ordinary modern clothes for the early 80's or whatever it was.

Then she turned to face him in order to go down the hallway behind him and her face was identical to the woman in the painting. Right down to the bone structure.

And in the seconds it took for him to process this and get to his feet and turn to follow her, she was gone. A long stretch of empty hallway with not so much as a staff-only or emergency exit door to leave out of.

He still doesn't know if she was a ghost, or a perfect reincanation, or just some weird kind of hallucination. My dad's of the opinion that stuff like that 'doesn't exist' but at the same time sometimes weird shit happens and there's no explanation yet for some stuff.)

 

Yes
I mean dang, besides anything else when they try to pass stuff with an obvious mundane explanation (not talking about possible unclear/hidden/not blatantly obvious mundane reasons like 'infrasound') off as ~~sooper spoookie~~ they're contributing to the impression that everyone who believes or is so much as open to the possibility of this stuff is a gullible idiot.

 

Vaguely unsettling occurrence when I was dressing after a shower today: in front of mirror, light on in the room above and slightly behind me, when I see the shadow of a hand in the mirror reaching over my right shoulder. Just the shadow. No hand to cast the shadow. Nothing between me and the light which could be mistaken for a hand.

Bit weird, that.

 

If it happens again maybe try saying hi just in case it's something open to negotiating things like 'please don't fuckin' spook me in the mirror'? xP

 

So, there's something either around the general area where my parents live or around me, that really, really hates burning books, or other writings containing some kind of Knowledge(tm).
Which, I mean, is completely fair. But I also really wanted to burn those photocopied literature documents from 11th grade once I was done with exams, and it was pretty hard to do when hit with some kinda wave of "This is very wrong" whenever thinking about it. I don't really remember how I did it, but at some point, I managed to convince it that it was okay to burn those, because they're faithful copies of works that are still around (even if just somewhere on my teacher's computer, or as other student copies) that add no extra information. I guess it didn't really have a concept of "things exist outside of what I can immediately perceive". I, of course, kept my personal notes, and I think I still have them somewhere.
Flash forward about a year later, to my suicide attempt. I set my room on fire, and it was full of books, obviously. I deliberately put rubbing alcohol and lighter fluid on the bookshelves, to discourage me from chickening out because they'd be one of the things that would give me, idk, regrets or something.
None of those burned.