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jarbaby, do you remember exactly where in Southern Indiana this was? I ask because my uncle lives down there and he’s an exotic animal broker and owner of multiple camels. Perhaps we can bring this mystery full circle.
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One day some friends & I were walking home from junior high (the year before it became a middle school) in the wintertime. There was snow on the ground. I guess the trucks hadn’t gotten around to the side streets yet, the snow was packed down on the road. There was a van double-parked in the street, motor running, emergency flashers blinking, and in front of the van, in the snow, a HUGE puddle of blood, probably 3 feet across, bright red. Maybe it had spread out as the snow absorbed it, but it was weird. I think the building it was outside of was a branch of the electric co.
It creeped me out back then, I couldn’t stop wondering what had happened.
A few years ago I was driving into a parkinglot of one of those big chain stores and I was driving out at the edge of the parking lot, where most people don’t park because it’s too far away from the building. I noticed 4 or 5 dead blackbirds in a group. It made me wonder if someone had put out poisoned food or something. Yuck.
It was on our way to Evansville. That’s south, right?
I swear to GOD there was a camel.
jarbaby
OK a few years ago on a summer afternoon we decided to take a drive in the country. Just after dark we passed by a covered bridge that was no longer in use. You had to park and walk down a path to get to it. We decided to go take a look and by the time we made it to the bridge it was fully dark.
Then we noticed a light coming from the middle of the bridge. A closer look revealed it was a birthday party! Yep an honest to goodness birthday party with a fully set table and chairs, tablecloth, balloons, hats, horns, lanterns, candles, presents and a cake.
There was not another person in sight. Just the party. No partygoers. We waited around for about 15 minutes and no one ever came. We sang Happy Birthday to no one and left.
that’s like a freaking fellini movie! What the hell?
jarbaby
Well, that wouldn’t be my uncle, then, and he says he doesn’t know anyone with camels in the vacinity of Evansville. Short answer: you hallucinated the whole thing. 
Exactly. I have spent many hours wondering about it.
Was it going to be a surprise party?
Were we there in just the few minutes between getting the party ready and going to fetch the guest of honor?
Was this some sort of perverted “Candid Camera” thing?
Had someone prepared the party and then been killed on the way home and no one ever knew about it.
Did someone send out invitations to a party that no one came to so the whole thing was abandoned?
And finally the most mind blowing of all.
How freaked out would I have been if it had been my birthday when I found it?
WHY YOU! :: shaking fist :: I’ll come right over there, beat up YOU, your uncle and his frigging camels.
jarbaby
I was at work (a gas station) and I saw something so odd I took a picture of it. Picture this: a guy washing his windows wearing a sweater with reindeer on it, but the sweater had no sleeves. His hat had antlers. Now keep this image in your head and consider the fact that the guy in the car is dressed like Santa and he’s playing a fiddle. This was around Christmas of 1999 and I still remember it as vividly as if it had happened yesterday.
Just {bump}ing this to the first page of MPSIMS.
Always wanted to do that!
Am I allowed?
Me and this girl I know where driving to a friends when about 75 feet in front of use a black cat runs across the street, she then proceeds to make an X in the corner of the window (some superstious thing your supposed to do she says) the the same damn cat runs right out in front of us and stops, she slams on the brakes, the cat lookes at us and then lookes forward as it scuries away. We just sat there for a couple seconds. She puts another X in the front window. Now I’m not superstious but I wanted out of that car that imediate second. So I say “you know tony’s house isn’t that far from here do you just want to walk?” We laugh about it now, but it was really weird, and scarey then.
I’ve always heard that people throw their shoes up there as a graduation ritual. In my college town, they’re all over the telephone wires. A lot of the time, they are painted bright colors. There’s a yellow pair on the main street near my house and an orange pair on the way to the school.
(Sorry, I don’t know how to only quote certain things from a post.)