These are all some of the best stories I have ever heard! I need to share!
Story #1- This didn’t actually happen to me, but I was present at the time. I was about sixteen years old and was attending a school dance with my friend. Her younger sister had been planning on going with us, but had stayed home sick instead. About an hour into the dance, suddenly the music stops, all the lights go on, and a voice comes over the school intercom saying that there’s a very important phone call for my friend’s sister, and would she please come to the office to take it. The message is repeated several times until my friend and I head to the office to tell them her sister is at home anf find out what was going on. When we got there, the office personnel said the caller had hung up and left no message. She also said the caller was female. Back at the dance, we discover all my friend’s sister’s friends are at the dance. They couldn’t have been calling. And the sister was at home, with the rest of the family, so they wouldn’t have called, either. And who would have been calling a fifteen-year-old girl so urgently in the middle of a school dance? To this day, the question has never been answered. My friend and her sister, with whom I still keep in touch, have never figured out who could have been calling or why.
Story #2- About three or four years ago, a friend and I went to a dance club in Philadelphia and stayed until closing at about 2 am. I drove her home afterwards, about an hour and half’s drive, and coming back from droping her off, I drove through two small, quiet towns on my way home. It was around 3;30 am, no one outside, very few cars, etc. Suddenly, as I’m driving slowly through a deserted street, a house door opens and a little girl, about age 10 or 11, comes running out the front door, runs to the side of the road, and throws what looked like a mug or cup into the street at my car. I swerve to avoid it, and hear the little girl screaming something unintelligible at me as I drive away. It was actually really scary, and to this day I wonder what the hell was going on.
Story #3- Last summer a few friends and I decided to do some Urban Spelunking, which we’d done many times before and since. Basically we look for abandoned buildings, explore them and take pictures. This time we went to the abandoned Byberry complex in Philly, which was once an insane asylum. We get past the paltry security they had at the time, and went inside. Beneath the buildings we found what must be at least two miles of tunnels connecting the buildings to each other, and all of them were flooded with water. There was no sign of where this water could have come from- no burst pipes, no cracks in the walls- nothing. Later on, we stumble upstairs in one of the buildings to find a room literally filled with old patient records and photographs, some dating back to the 1920’s, some as recent as the 1960’s. They were all over the floor in the one room, looking for all the world as though someone had just ransacked a few filing cabinets, found what they wanted, and left the mess. But why would the hospital administration have just left these records, most of them extremely private and confidential, just laying around when they left the building? And why was all the furniture left behind, and even medical equipment like wheelchairs, surgical tools, etc.? It was extremely strange. Even weirder, in one room, we found an entire wall plasterd over with very old, yellowed pictures clipped from magazines. Pictures of people, places, animals, anything- all glued to this one wall from window to window and floor to ceiling. It was the strangest place I’ve ever been.
Story #4- My friend in Japan recently told me about a really weird event that happened in her apartment building. An old man and his wife lived down the hall from her, and they and my friend would greet each other and exhange pleasantries when they met, but never otherwise knew each other. Late at night a few months ago, she heard a loud banging noise coming from the old couple’s apartment. This went on for two hours, and sounded liek somebody repeatedly pushing a big piece of furniture against a wall. She summoned up all her courage and went down the hall to check if anything might be wrong. A young guy she’d never seen before answered the door when she knocked, denied knowing anything about an old couple living there, and was very rude to my friend and told her to ‘Zakkenayo!’, which is the Japanese equivalent of ‘Fuck off!’ She goes back to her apartment, totally confused and upset. The banging continues into the small hours, when it finally stops. Several days later, she sees the old couple in the hall, they exchange greetings, and my friend tells them her story. They are baffled- at the time of the banging incident, they were in another town visiting their son. They have no other children, and they can’t imagine who could have been in their apartment, since when they returned, nothing was missing or even moved. Even weirder, no one else in the building my friend talked to claimed to have heard any noise. So the old couple check their apartment, find nothing, and then call the police, who also find nothing. Thinking my friend might just have been mistaken as to the door number she knocked on that night, they search the building. They find no young man who matches the description my friend gave. To this day, my friend swears this happened, and she can’t figure it out for the life of her.
