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Tao of the Machine
Sep 24, 2024
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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Minotaurus Rex
Feb 25, 2007

if this accounts a rockin'
don't come a knockin'
That was aliens I reckon

Stinky Wizzleteats
Nov 26, 2015
Probation
Can't post for 3 hours!

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?

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.

The man who took your couch is now the vice president of the United States of America

ZemblaRex
Sep 21, 2024

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?

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.

The couch teleported to its home planet so it could mate.

Tao of the Machine
Sep 24, 2024

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.

Cubone
May 26, 2011

Because it never leaves its bedroom, no one has ever seen this poster's real face.
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

SolTerrasa
Sep 2, 2011


one of your roommates was lying op

bossy lady
Jul 9, 1983

debugging multithreaded code

Milo and POTUS
Sep 3, 2017

I will not shut up about the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I talk about them all the time and work them into every conversation I have. I built a shrine in my room for the yellow one who died because sadly no one noticed because she died around 9/11. Wanna see it?

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"

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

lmao

TelevisedInsanity
Dec 19, 2008

Where did I leave my flip phone when I lost it and as a substitution got the Xperia Play.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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?

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.

I'd 80-96% put that on "Friends loving with you".

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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.

ScreenDoorThrillr
Jun 23, 2023

(sings in latex)

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"

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

He's in a wall cavity OP

Spinz
Jan 7, 2020

I ordered luscious new gemstones from India and made new earrings for my SA mart thread

Remember my earrings and art are much better than my posting

New stuff starts towards end of page 3 of the thread

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"

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
LINK that thread PLEASE

Caesar Saladin
Aug 15, 2004

He was clearly a ghost looking for somewhere to haunt, and the other guys were ghostbusters.

The Management
Jan 2, 2010

sup, bitch?
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.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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.....

The Management
Jan 2, 2010

sup, bitch?
What’s the mystery? Your grandma is burning in hell

Stinky Wizzleteats
Nov 26, 2015
Probation
Can't post for 3 hours!
I did see a gnome one time, he was walking out of a movie theatre

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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???

Tao of the Machine
Sep 24, 2024

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).

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.....


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.

I immediately took it, to no ill effect. Short term at least.

Hmmmm.

Songbearer
Jul 12, 2007

Insight: Try to discern the fuck they said.


The HAUNTING CASE of
Where The gently caress Is The Remote
It Was Right There, They Don't Just Vanish

The Management
Jan 2, 2010

sup, bitch?

redshirt posted:

I don't believe in Hell, but she did.... so yeah, right?

Can I do something???

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.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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.

Cubone
May 26, 2011

Because it never leaves its bedroom, no one has ever seen this poster's real face.

Spinz posted:

LINK that thread PLEASE
I'm trying to find it lol

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

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Imagine those last dinosaurs, struggling to hang on....

Love Rat
Jan 15, 2008

I've made a psycho call to the woman I love, I've kicked a dog to death, and now I'm going to pepper spray an acquaintance. Something... I mean, what's happened to me?

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.

I immediately took it, to no ill effect. Short term at least.

You're posting here, so definitely some long-term effects.

SLICK GOKU BABY
Jun 12, 2001

Hey Hey Let's Go! 喧嘩する
大切な物を protect my balls


redshirt posted:

I don't believe in Hell, but she did.... so yeah, right?

Can I do something???

Burn the chair.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

SLICK GOKU BABY posted:

Burn the chair.

Nah, it's nice, I like it.

bossy lady
Jul 9, 1983

Songbearer posted:

The HAUNTING CASE of
Where The gently caress Is The Remote
It Was Right There, They Don't Just Vanish

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.

Mega64
May 23, 2008

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"

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

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

Cubone
May 26, 2011

Because it never leaves its bedroom, no one has ever seen this poster's real face.

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

The Bible
May 8, 2010

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

Dumb Sex-Parrot
Dec 25, 2020


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"

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

I think I read that story in a compilation of goon ghost stories.

Kit Walker
Jul 10, 2010
"The Man Who Cannot Deadlift"

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

Hyrax Attack!
Jan 13, 2009

We demand to be taken seriously

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

CPL593H
Oct 28, 2009

I know what you did last summer, and frankly I am displeased.
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?

Cubone
May 26, 2011

Because it never leaves its bedroom, no one has ever seen this poster's real face.

Dumb Sex-Parrot posted:

I think I read that story in a compilation of goon ghost stories.
oh, fancy that

quote:

Telephone Man
If I were to list every thing that went on in the house it would fill this forum and a couple others, too. My Dad owned the place for 25 years. I lived in the house & in another house on the same land all that time. So I have quite a trove of stories to tell.

If you ever watch the Ghost Hunters on TV, you know that they want to see some kind of evidence before calling a place haunted. There's one little problem with that: ghosts are like fish. You're in the boat, you've got the lines out, you know that there's fish in the lake; but if they're not in the mood to bite, forget it. With ghosts, you can place all the high-tech gear you want in the place, but if they won't or can't appear, there's nothing you can do.

Anyway, just about everybody's favorite story involved the phone man

When we moved in, the place still had party lines. My Mom wouldn't settle for that, so we had the phone company come out and place a single line. Everything was OK outside: they ran the lines to the house and outbuilding, a long, low construct that had housed the man while he built the house. We later converted it back into an apartment for me when I got married.

He did the downstairs, and then went up. To get into the very large attic, you had to open a closet door and then climb up into the opening. There were shelves in there, which could be used as a ladder if needs be. The phone man was able to hoist himself up in with no problem. My Mom left him alone and went back downstairs.

A short while later, he came down, got some tools or somesuch, and went back upstairs.

And disappeared.

We never saw him come down. The phone company had to send someone to get the truck. They never spoke to us, and we never signed off on the work order. But we had phones, so it was OK.

And that was it. You'd think it was a joke, except for two things. One, he left his flashlight in the closet. We used it for years, until it finally got lost. And two, when people came to install AC & add insulation, they found a hard hat in the attic.

So what did happen to the phone man? I don't know.

***

Telephone Man – Second Version

When we moved to the house in Norco, the are was still on party lines. Party lines are pretty much like you see in old movies: you pick up the handset, and if someone is talking you can either listen in or wait for them to stop. For a 15 year old from the OC this was exotic and fun. For my folks it wasn't. They started the process for a private line.

One day the telephone company truck pulled into the driveway. The telephone repair/installation man got out. My Mom showed him the two phone lines in the house, both at built-in telephone tables. The man made some notes about the one downstairs, then asked about the attic.

Access to the attic was through a very wide closet in the hallway leading to the master bedroom. There was a series of shelves and drawers, which were climbed like a staircase, and then the access panel in the ceiling of the closet. You had to be reasonably tall, or agile, to get into the attic that way, but it was doable.

The telephone man thanked my Mom. He went downstairs, got some stuff, and went back upstairs.

That was the last anyone saw of him.

Around five another telephone company truck showed up. A man got out of it and into the one the telephone man had driven over. They both drove away.

My Dad went upstairs. The access door was open, and there was a telephone company flashlight sitting on the top shelf.

And no telephone man.

Many years later we had air conditioning installed. While laying the ductwork, they never found the telephone man, either.

Someone once asked if he could have gotten trapped inside a wall. Well, the walls on the house ranged from 1-3 feet thick. They were concrete blocks, reinforced with lead & steel, and then covered with more poured concrete. So, no, he wasn't in the walls.

What really happened to the telephone man? To this day, I do not know.
:iiam:
from the "it is a mystery" goonbumps compilation pdf

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 :mad:"
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

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

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

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

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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Ibexaz
Jul 23, 2013

The faces he makes while posting are inexcusable! When he writes a post his face is like a troll double checking bones to see if there's any meat left! When I post I look like a peacock softly kissing a rose! Didn't his parents provide him with a posting mirror to practice forums faces growing up?
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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