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tsp-narrator-ask · 9 months

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Shrimp fact! If your allergic to eating shrimp you are technically also allergic to eating cicadas, you will have the same type of allergic reaction. Happy cicada season every one.

Signed the shrimp narrator

#weird but true #tsp narrator #the stanley parable narrator #your narrator #tspud #the stanley parable #ask the narrator #tspud rp #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #narrator tsp #narrator #eat bugs if you want- as long as you don’t have a shrimp allergy #cicada fact

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crypticcaravan · 1 year

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My Therapist: You know, you and 2 of my other clients all play D&D? Me: We should have a group session, I can DM.

#dnd #dnd stuff #dnd campaign #dnd npc #dnd ocs #dnd memes #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg #dnd5e #therapy #mental health #mental wellbeing #mentally tired #nerd stuff #dice nerds on tumblr #dice #polyhedral dice #weird but true

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uss-edsall · 3 months

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You get better medical treatment if you wear a jacket and tie to the appointment

#Weird but true

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lunasloveisgood · 27 days

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"Archeologists dining inside the tomb of Pharaoh Ramses XI in 1923."

So many things to dislike about this photo . . .

#weird but true

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okamikami1996 · 1 year

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A True Horror Story

I have a story. It's not Halloween anymore, but I still think it's interesting enough to post...

This all started when I was back in California. I had watched a few movies and wanted to try out the Ouija Board. Stupid, fun stuff you do because it's only a movie. None of it is real, right? Thing is, I love scary movies, for some odd reason, I still do. In any case, I tried out the Ouija Board. I bought it from Barnes & Nobles of all places, took it home, and when my parents, my sister-- everyone-- was out of the house, I took it out and began to ask it questions. I know, I know, usually you do this with a group of friends, right? Problem is, I had almost no friends at the time. I was in a period when I was feeling depressed, and most everything I did, I did alone. The only other living being with me at the time was my dog.

I began with the usual shtick: "Is there anyone here who wishes to communicate?" You know, the usual shit, right? Well, it goes to "Yes". The thing is, I wasn't really expecting anything to happen. Yes, I know the theory behind the Ouija Board. Everyone is trying to keep their fingers still, but the oculus still moves because either our fingers aren't ever completely still or because a good friend (who is also in the circle) wanted to scare the shit out of everyone else.

Again, I'm all alone. So, halfway intrigued, halfway thinking my fingers are doing this on their own, I ask some questions. My dog was trying very hard to remove my fingers from the board. He kept nudging me and whining, and would sometimes knock the oculus off the board with his nose. I always went and picked it up and kept playing with the spirit board. I even apologized to the "spirit", if you can believe it. What can I do? I've been raised to be polite to everyone, plus I hate feeling rude. Anyhow, the "spirit's" name was something simple, "John" or something. To be honest, I can't remember the name anymore. As they continuously listened to my questions, I became more and more convinced that I was talking to a spirit. My family came home and I quickly cut the link.

Another night, I was alone. Completely alone, in fact. My family had gone away for a weekend-long trip somewhere. It was for my sister's sports activity. First thing I do when I have the time is break out the spirit board. I again start with the usual stuff, "Is there anyone who wishes to communicate?" Again, a spirit moves the oculus to "yes".

I ask, "Are you the same spirit from last time?"

"Yes."

I ask, "Why are you here?"

Before anyone says anything, I know you usually ask things about your own life (Does my crush like me? Will I get into an ivy league school?), but I was more interested in this person. Why them? Why were they here? In my house? They started talking about a flood of some sort, and so I looked up floods in the area. For some odd reason, I got a couple floods that had to do with the supernatural. I was like, "Huh. Didn't see that coming." I also didn't think much of it. I mean, the internet has been tracking what we eat, buy, and look up for a while now. I thought that because I bought the Ouija Board and looked up how to use it, that maybe that was why is brought up something supernatural.

I continued to question the spirit, but then my dog came in again. He nudged under my arm, trying to get my attention. I thought he wanted to be petted, so I disregarded him.

"Don't worry. I play with you in a minute, I promise."

Then, something strange happens. The oculus moves to "z" then to "o", then to "6". "zo" "6". "zo" "6". I'm not completely ignorant, I know about 666. Needless to say, I was freaked. But like a deer in headlights, I just watched the oculus drag across from "z" to "o" a few times before going again to the six. I probably sat there for a few minutes before my dog got my attention again. This time he was barking. I snapped out of my stupor and yelled,

"Any spirits who wish to do me or anyone in this house harm are not welcome here! Go away!" and moved the oculus to "end".

Later, I was scared and looked up "zo" on the internet. I knew what 666 meant, but was curious about why the spirit was so interested in "zo". There was nothing when I typed in "zo". So I tried typing it in twice. Zo. Zo. Zozo, a demon who is contacted through the Ouija Board. I knew that sometimes mean spirits could be contacted, that's why I always started with, "Any spirits who would do harm are not welcome", but a demon who dedicated its time to people using a spirit board..? Did not see that coming. Obviously, I was freaked. I'm Jewish, so I got out my Star of David (Since I have no cross) and burned a bunch of herbs. I went around the house saying whatever prayers I knew (not that there was a lot that I knew, I'm not the religious type nor the type to believe in demons or ghosts) and I even tried that one prayer you hear in movies all the time. You know, "Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name"..? That one.

I don't know if it helped, but I do know that my Uncle-- most reasonable, logical, math-loving guy in the world-- didn't want to be in the house alone after that whenever he visited.

A year or two later, my family moves to New York. A few months ago, I had a strange experience that brought back all of this in my mind. I had not thought about the spirit board (now rotting in some dump somewhere back in California) since I had tried to chase the "demon" or whatever out.

That night when I woke up to a feeling of utter dread, sometimes it happens-- waking up in the middle of the night from a sound-- however, my house is old and things creak and groan and go bump! in the night. I never think much of it, sometimes it'll startle me awake, but there's no dread, no fear, no need to worry about my safety. This night... this night was different.

I woke up feeling incredibly afraid, I didn't know why, but I felt as though something was in the room with me. I thought maybe I had a nightmare or something. I always remember my dreams, but sometimes I don't remember everything. I don't know why, but I was intent on pretending that I was asleep. I tried to keep my breaths even, didn't move, didn't open my eyes. I could only hope that whatever I was feeling in my room couldn't smell fear, because I was terrified. I felt like something would happen if I acknowledged what was in the room with me.

A part of me thought that it was nothing, but no matter what, my body refused to do anything but feign sleep. Then, I heard the totally mistakable sound of something making it's way across my floor. 1 step. 2 step. 3 step. I say mistakable because, again, my house is old. It creaks and groans all the time. It stops right at the side of my bed. My back is to it. Then, I feel hot breath on my ear... Have you ever had a horse breath on you? This felt similar. Something was breathing on me. My hair was moving each time it breathed out. It was hot, like it had come from something living.

To my credit, I kept still. Desperate to continue to feign sleep. I thought maybe it would loose interest if I did. Nope. I felt it move from my neck, to my face, to my ear, and then, it snarled at me!

I've never heard anything so menacing before. It was like a lion or wolf or some horrible, big animal was just letting loose in my ear! I was absolutely terrified. My breath stopped and eventually it stopped roaring at me. Somehow, I had managed to keep my eyes closed (though they were squeezed shut now instead or playing possum), I had managed not to bolt from my room (and into Mommy's room), and I hadn't screamed. For some reason, it left. I didn't hear the door open, didn't hear the footsteps, no shuffling, no noise. It was as though nothing was in the room at all. I finally opened my eyes and let out the breath I had been holding.

After everything, I felt angry. Something had come into my room and scared the shit out of me. My house is my sanctuary, the place where I should always feel safe. I sure as hell didn't that night. The next night, still boiling, I said to my empty room:

"This is my room, my house, my rules. You do not get to come in here and bully me however the **** you like! You will not come back, you are not welcome here! You WILL get gone, and stay gone. Are we clear?"

Was this all a dream? Was the thing with the spirit board real? Was I completely loosing it or maybe I just wanted something exciting to happen so my brain concocted this entire thing? Was I stressed? Or... was it all real? Is there something else that humans can't explain and can't touch or capture out there? I don't know. For now, I haven't been bothered by my unwelcome guest again. Was it because I told a spirit off or did I tell my imagination that it wasn't allowed to step out of line?

In any case, I hope you enjoyed my scary story. After all, the best scary stories are the true ones, right?

#weird but true #haunted #real life or not?

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keepmeinprayer · 24 days

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if you think abt it, deserts are terrifying and awe-inspiring. this area of land that’s like “there’s nothing that you can do about me, so ahead and continue to create more of me. i’ll still be here after you’re long gone.”

#weird but true #🤨#thoughts

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daringdoombringer · 1 year

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were you a Warrior Cats obsessed kid or a Nat Geo “Weird But True” obsessed kid in elementary school

#2010s nostalgia #elementary school #childhood books #why were the warrior cats books so fucking violent are y’all ok #should 8yos have even been reading those #national geographic #weird but true

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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And what about your personal blog? The one you use to type out long ramblings and say stuff like "the only thing we know about our own brains is a little jiggle at the bottom of a wave". Is that a real blog or are you just ranting to your friends on Facebook?

#quotes #weird but true

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phtedw · 1 year

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✧ * . ❤️‍🩹 💀 . 🦷 🕸 🕷 . .

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theplasticdusk · 1 year

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people being authentic, being themselves, being true is so magnetic <3

#love #self love #unique #be yourself #humans #authentic #weird but true #magnetic #you’re amazing #miracle

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gysbil · 11 months

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The goal this summer is to go to the gym, learn how to drive and spend more time painting, maybe even squeeze out a small novel but that's saying if things don't end up the way they do for Esther in 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia plath.