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Do you have a mediocre mystery in your life? Some meaningless event you'll never get an answer for that you'll always wonder about? When I was rooming with 5 friends I came home from work and discovered our couch had been stolen The doors were still locked and none of us had any clue what happened. About a month later we woke up one morning and it was sitting on our back lawn. Never learned another thing about it.
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# ? Mar 26, 2025 05:57 |
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That was aliens I reckon
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Tao of the Machine posted:Do you have a mediocre mystery in your life? Some meaningless event you'll never get an answer for that you'll always wonder about? The man who took your couch is now the vice president of the United States of America
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Tao of the Machine posted:Do you have a mediocre mystery in your life? Some meaningless event you'll never get an answer for that you'll always wonder about? The couch teleported to its home planet so it could mate.
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Stinky Wizzleteats posted:The man who took your couch is now the vice president of the United States of America Avatar post combo for the God drat ages.
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this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out" and one of the mysteries was, a cable guy (or insulation installer or something) went into this goon's attic, and after a while they realized he'd been in there a really long time, so they went to check on him, and he wasn't in there. in fact, they couldn't find him anywhere. his van was still parked out front, but he was nowhere in the house or on the property. not knowing what else to do, they called the company. the company sent down another van with two workers, who finished the job, and when they left, one of them took the van they came in, and the other took the van the first guy left behind. they never found out what happened to the first guy. I have thought about that story probably at least once every year since it was posted
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one of your roommates was lying op
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debugging multithreaded code
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Cubone posted:this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out" lmao
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Where did I leave my flip phone when I lost it and as a substitution got the Xperia Play.
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Tao of the Machine posted:Do you have a mediocre mystery in your life? Some meaningless event you'll never get an answer for that you'll always wonder about? I'd 80-96% put that on "Friends loving with you".
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Regarding my own mediocre mystery, I once came home after work to this large pill on the front step of my lovely apartment in the barrio. I immediately took it, to no ill effect. Short term at least.
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Cubone posted:this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out" He's in a wall cavity OP
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Cubone posted:this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out"
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He was clearly a ghost looking for somewhere to haunt, and the other guys were ghostbusters.
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A couple of years ago I found an alcoholic popsicle in my freezer. It was like an otter pop, long bag full of liquid that you freeze, except it was a margarita flavor. Neither I nor my wife have ever purchased or taken such a thing and we have no idea how it got there. This was in the end days of Covid lockdown so it wasn’t like we were inviting people to our house. Anyway, I ate it. It was pretty bad.
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We brought this chair from my Grandmother's house (when she was still alive, and living in the big house we'd all gathered at for years), to the Camp, where I was living (without income, I was just "squatting" at the camp). It was my grandmother's chair in the formal living room. And let me stress and emphasize, these were not fancy people (IE it was not her main sitting chair). The guy worked in a paper mill his whole life, she worked at the A&P equally long. There's no stories or mysteries or unsolved anything's with these folk. And yet I saw my Grandmother standing there one night in the "living room" of the camp - right where the chair was. She was on fire, in flames. The second visitation was similar, except this time I was deep under the covers (like 5 layers, there was no heat) and I pulled them down to see her, in flames, standing before my bed. Technically not far from the chair, right around the corner. I just looked and blinked and dived back under the covers. There were no more visitations. I have that same chair down below me now, in a spare room. I sat it in the other day, it's nice. I miss my grandma, but I'll confess, only mostly abstractly. I guess.....
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What’s the mystery? Your grandma is burning in hell
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I did see a gnome one time, he was walking out of a movie theatre
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The Management posted:What’s the mystery? Your grandma is burning in hell I don't believe in Hell, but she did.... so yeah, right? Can I do something???
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redshirt posted:We brought this chair from my Grandmother's house (when she was still alive, and living in the big house we'd all gathered at for years), to the Camp, where I was living (without income, I was just "squatting" at the camp). redshirt posted:Regarding my own mediocre mystery, I once came home after work to this large pill on the front step of my lovely apartment in the barrio. Hmmmm.
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The HAUNTING CASE of Where The gently caress Is The Remote It Was Right There, They Don't Just Vanish
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redshirt posted:I don't believe in Hell, but she did.... so yeah, right? Maybe get her a cup of ice water next time she’s coming over. Or find out what she did in life to deserve eternal damnation and set it right.
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The Management posted:Maybe get her a cup of ice water next time she’s coming over. Or find out what she did in life to deserve eternal damnation and set it right. She married a Protestant despite the protestations of her Church and Family.
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Spinz posted:LINK that thread PLEASE I could've sworn I had it bookmarked, but I can't find it. maybe on another computer it used to turn up pretty easily on google, even after it slipped into the archives, but google sucks now normally what I'd do is just put on some music and ctrl-f through the archives index until I found it (usually only takes about half an hour) but 1. I don't know if it was in old gbs or pyf, or got goldmined, or was in old gbs but got moved to new gbs, and I don't have a good idea of when it was last posted in, so that's like thousands of pages 2. I don't remember the title and don't know for sure if any particular word was in the title- it could be anywhere between "small personal mysteries" to "weird little things that you never figured out" so there's not one word I could search for that would make it stick out
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Imagine those last dinosaurs, struggling to hang on....
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redshirt posted:Regarding my own mediocre mystery, I once came home after work to this large pill on the front step of my lovely apartment in the barrio. You're posting here, so definitely some long-term effects.
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redshirt posted:I don't believe in Hell, but she did.... so yeah, right? Burn the chair.
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SLICK GOKU BABY posted:Burn the chair. Nah, it's nice, I like it.
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Songbearer posted:The HAUNTING CASE of One time after hunting for my remote for like 2 hours I gave up and went to get a drink from the fridge. The remote was in the fridge.
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Cubone posted:this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out" It"s a safe guess that the goon went to a hidden room and died while trying to suck his own dick, you're welcome for me solving this mystery for you OP
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Mega64 posted:It"s a safe guess that the goon went to a hidden room and died while trying to suck his own dick, you're welcome for me solving this mystery for you OP thank you, but actually the mystery is now what happened to that thread
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When I was a child, our VCR started rapidly starting opening and closing its flap. I figured it was broken, so I unplugged it, and it kept doing that for a few more seconds before stopping. I assume now that there was a fault in whatever circuit VCRs used to control the flap and I guess maybe there was a capacitor somewhere in there that kept it moving for a bit even unplugged but at the time I was absolutely positive it was ghosts and the reality is that I can never truly know. Also, once at Chuck E Cheeze I looked behind the show curtain when it was closed and one of the robots looked at me and said "Hey kid" and I ran away. That one is probably a dream or something because those earlier models couldn't be controlled remotely. The Bible fucked around with this message at 22:29 on Feb 8, 2025 |
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Cubone posted:this isn't mine, but there was a big, really good thread similar to this a long time ago, something like "little mysteries from your every day life that you never figured out" I think I read that story in a compilation of goon ghost stories.
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One time when I was like 6 or 7 I was practicing magic tricks alone at home. Simple stuff, like making pennies disappear. Except one time the penny actually vanished and I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't up my sleeve or in a pocket, or anywhere else on the floor around me Most likely, it just got yeeted behind the furniture or something like that, but it didn't make a sound and I could never find it, so who knows. Maybe it's wherever socks go when they disappear in the washing machine
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Dumb Sex-Parrot posted:I think I read that story in a compilation of goon ghost stories. I found this thread that has a ton of links to goon ghost stories on the first page https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3697616&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=1
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Occasionally I find uneaten food in the shrub outside my house. I live on a dead end street there's no sidewalks. So there's no foot traffic at all except for the rare instance of a neighbor just walking for exercise. The shrub is far enough away from the street where you'd have to actually walk into my yard to put stuff there. Once or twice I found a sandwich and several times I've found big rolls (the bread kind) in there. The easy assumption is that it's some kind of animal. But if that was the case they'd just be eating the stuff and it always looks untouched. And where the hell would wild animals be getting whole sandwiches from?
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Dumb Sex-Parrot posted:I think I read that story in a compilation of goon ghost stories. quote:Telephone Man I'm like 90% sure the thread I'm thinking of wasn't one of the ghost story threads, though. (I guess whoever the op was shared it multiple times (which is fair, it's a good story)). the tone was a lot more casual and just like everyday sort of weirdness the main other one I remember was something like "a girl walked up to me and greeted me as 'jeremy.' I told her she had the wrong guy but she kept talking to me like I was her friend named jeremy, and she wasn't doing a bit, she was acting exactly like somebody would if I was plainly and observably their friend jeremy doing some kind of unfunny and slightly frustrating prank where I pretended not to know them. this happened like three times with different people that day, but never again before or since, and my name's not loving jeremy ![]() and another one was, somebody called this goon's mom and asked if he was there, and referred to him by his birth name that he never legally uses and nobody knows him by, and the mom said he sounded like agent smith from the matrix and just said to tell him "mr. smile" had called
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Kit Walker posted:One time when I was like 6 or 7 I was practicing magic tricks alone at home. Simple stuff, like making pennies disappear. Except one time the penny actually vanished and I couldn't find it anywhere. It wasn't up my sleeve or in a pocket, or anywhere else on the floor around me Long ago I wrote a sock puppet show called "Where the Lost Sock Goes", and every character was a different, solo sock. I should pitch it to Netflix.
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When I was in maybe 6th or 7th grade I was playing The Sims 2, and you could play your own mp3s ingame by putting your songs in a certain folder. So I was building a house and Stan was playing and it ended like it normally does, but the next track didn't start right away. I thought it was strange since none of my added songs had a quiet or slow intro to them. I remember turning up my speakers a bit until I started hearing something. It was a muttering low voice, backed by a swirling, echoing wail of other voices that was slowly getting louder and louder. Like stereotypical sounds of hell noises. And the main voice was rising up to the point of shouting and I could start to make out what it was saying which was: "growing, and growing, and GROWING, AND--" And as it hit a peak it cut out, and the next song started, which was one of the in-game Sims 2 general build songs. I had no idea what the gently caress happened, I checked all the songs in my sims 2 songs folder and nothing looked out of place, I went through my ipod, checked all mp3s I could find on my PC, but never found an answer. It had to be a file I forgot I downloaded, or an audio file from another game on my PC--came up with nothing. It drove me crazy at the time because I wanted a rational explanation but the only answer I could come up with was Demons or Hauntings
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