BIV
12-15-2008, 10:15 AM
Okay, so I guess I have to do this.
I called into Bobby's show and failed horribly. I realize now the story was doomed to fail without backstory, which is impossible in a call to a show. I will say again that I am an athiest and a skeptic, but I still have a hard time explaining the shit that happened around me in my youth.
This is the story:
The caul du sac (sp?) I grew up in was wierd as shit. The area used to be an orchard that was razed for the housing complex. Me and the other kids in the area frequently talked about the wierd shit we saw and later I was even able to get people who were adults at the time to admit to seeing shit, including my mom. Sometimes you'd be in the shower and hear indistinct arguments between an old couple and a little kid. You could tell it was an old couple and a little kid, but not what they were saying. From time to time you'd see an old man in overalls from the corner of your eye but, of course, there was no one there.
There were two houses in caul du sac that were consistantly vacant. People who moved into those houses were always standoffish and never lasted long. The house next to mine was one of those. All of the houses were built with the same materials and that included the garage door handles which were famous for breaking. My dad had replaced ours by the time I was ten. The house next to mine was no different. The owner of the house rented it out and didn't like to spend money so he had just put a cheap ass padlock on the door. I figured out how to pick it pretty easily (I was about 12, I think) and me and some other kids spent some time playing in that garage. There were paint cans and rags and 2x4's and paint brushes and other things that had been just left in there.
One morning, it was early, like 8:00 a.m., I went to the garage. When I opened the door what I saw was the creepiest thing I have ever seen in my life. All the various objects were stacked in the room in a way I can only describe as alien. A 2x4 was stadning on it's end with another on top of it, forming a "T" at either end of the top board there were cans and rags keeping the board precariously balanced. There was a shelf with a board hanging off it and just enough wieght to keep it in place. There was a stack of cans and jars that started small at the bottom and got bigger as they went up. There were other wierd stackings as well but my memory is kinda fuzzy on it after all this time.
I took this all in for the second or two it took the garage door to go up. I had let go of it in my shock and when it hit the end of the garage door rail the vibration was enough that all of these stacks fell at once. I slammed the door shut, locked the lock and never went back in there.
I can't explain it. My mind wants to believe that another kid got in there and did that. But I was the oldest kid in the block and none of the other kids, to my knowledge, had managed to figure out how to pick the lock. They always asked me to do it. And why would they, or anyone else, for that matter, bother to stack the shit like that? I doubt kids would have had the patience and I can see no reason why an adult would bother. And even if someone did, the vibration of the door was enough to knock the shit over, how did they get out?
I'm 32 years old, an athiest and a skeptic, and I still look back and wonder....
I called into Bobby's show and failed horribly. I realize now the story was doomed to fail without backstory, which is impossible in a call to a show. I will say again that I am an athiest and a skeptic, but I still have a hard time explaining the shit that happened around me in my youth.
This is the story:
The caul du sac (sp?) I grew up in was wierd as shit. The area used to be an orchard that was razed for the housing complex. Me and the other kids in the area frequently talked about the wierd shit we saw and later I was even able to get people who were adults at the time to admit to seeing shit, including my mom. Sometimes you'd be in the shower and hear indistinct arguments between an old couple and a little kid. You could tell it was an old couple and a little kid, but not what they were saying. From time to time you'd see an old man in overalls from the corner of your eye but, of course, there was no one there.
There were two houses in caul du sac that were consistantly vacant. People who moved into those houses were always standoffish and never lasted long. The house next to mine was one of those. All of the houses were built with the same materials and that included the garage door handles which were famous for breaking. My dad had replaced ours by the time I was ten. The house next to mine was no different. The owner of the house rented it out and didn't like to spend money so he had just put a cheap ass padlock on the door. I figured out how to pick it pretty easily (I was about 12, I think) and me and some other kids spent some time playing in that garage. There were paint cans and rags and 2x4's and paint brushes and other things that had been just left in there.
One morning, it was early, like 8:00 a.m., I went to the garage. When I opened the door what I saw was the creepiest thing I have ever seen in my life. All the various objects were stacked in the room in a way I can only describe as alien. A 2x4 was stadning on it's end with another on top of it, forming a "T" at either end of the top board there were cans and rags keeping the board precariously balanced. There was a shelf with a board hanging off it and just enough wieght to keep it in place. There was a stack of cans and jars that started small at the bottom and got bigger as they went up. There were other wierd stackings as well but my memory is kinda fuzzy on it after all this time.
I took this all in for the second or two it took the garage door to go up. I had let go of it in my shock and when it hit the end of the garage door rail the vibration was enough that all of these stacks fell at once. I slammed the door shut, locked the lock and never went back in there.
I can't explain it. My mind wants to believe that another kid got in there and did that. But I was the oldest kid in the block and none of the other kids, to my knowledge, had managed to figure out how to pick the lock. They always asked me to do it. And why would they, or anyone else, for that matter, bother to stack the shit like that? I doubt kids would have had the patience and I can see no reason why an adult would bother. And even if someone did, the vibration of the door was enough to knock the shit over, how did they get out?
I'm 32 years old, an athiest and a skeptic, and I still look back and wonder....