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My favorite quote so far: " 'Who sees a pit full of dead bodies from the middle ages and is like "This is prime real estate for a call center?" ' "
So many great comments and stories on that thread. I also read up on the Alan Godfrey case and the connections to other weird happenings. Truly strange!
 
Someone is searching for this Reddit thread :) The question is probably better than the answer!

Open[TOMT] Reddit post about a floating head in the woods (self.tipofmytongue)
I just remembered a very good creepy reddit story I read a while ago, possibly on r/nosleep or r/creepyencounters about a ghostly floating head in the woods / in a tree. It's been bugging me since. I would love to find it again!


 
Someone is searching for this Reddit thread :) The question is probably better than the answer!

Open[TOMT] Reddit post about a floating head in the woods (self.tipofmytongue)
I just remembered a very good creepy reddit story I read a while ago, possibly on r/nosleep or r/creepyencounters about a ghostly floating head in the woods / in a tree. It's been bugging me since. I would love to find it again!


It was solved! (not to brag but I was the one who found the story :chuckle:)
 
I got excited when I saw this. But it’s a bit Swiss cheese like. Not least why was a lady in the 1980s wearing 1950s clothes even if she’s older that’s a thirty year difference. To me this sounds like someone has read the bold street story and tried to make it sound like their own.

 
I got excited when I saw this. But it’s a bit Swiss cheese like. Not least why was a lady in the 1980s wearing 1950s clothes even if she’s older that’s a thirty year difference. To me this sounds like someone has read the bold street story and tried to make it sound like their own.

It does have a rather suspect feel to it. Remembering the exact date of Reagan's inauguration is rather unlikely. (I probably wouldn't have noticed the difference between 1980s clothes and the present, and the cars wouldn't have looked that out of date to me either.)
 
This is all from {TOMT] searching for books:
https://www.reddit.com/r/tipofmytongue/search?q=-flair:'Solved'+book&restrict_sr=on&sort=new&t=all
The open ended descriptions may be better than the stories themselves :)

Lost story:

When I was younger, probably elementary school, I was obsessed with scary stories. I remember checking out a collection of scary stories for kids at either my local library or my school library (can’t remember which). I believe it was a collection of scary stories from around the world, and this particular story was from Japan. The story had a scene where basically 3 men were sleeping in a room with a coffin that had a corpse in it, but one of the men couldn’t get to sleep. Eventually the corpse awakened and began to sneak around the room with a candle made of some poisonous substance, holding the smoke under the sleeping mens noses so they would inhale the fumes and die. The man who couldn’t fall asleep only pretended to be asleep when the corpse made its way to him and only pretended to inhale the fumes. Unfortunately this is basically the end of what I can recall from the story, and I can’t remember any other stories from the book either. Sorry for how little information there is to go on here but absolutely any help would be appreciated.

Lost story:

I am trying to remember a science fiction story I read in my youth. I remember very little about it, but one distinctive feature is that the male protagonist has "carnal knowledge of his wife" or "carnal knowledge with his wife" (one of those exact phrases) a couple of times early in the story. The story was not erotic in any way, at least it seemed so to me.

It was very important that they conceived. It is possible that the man had to do this before the antagonists captured or killed him. I think the majority of the story followed the child they conceived, but I can remember nothing of that. I also think there was a sci-fi element to the conception, but I cannot remember what it was. I THINK it was something along the lines that the father could communicate telepathically with the child, or perhaps time travel was involved.

I used to borrow SciFi books from my local library, so it might be by a relatively well-known writer. It was possibly a short story in an anthology, but I don't think so
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Lost story:

It was a book of short stories about the devil. The story I am thinking of, the protagonist eats the devil's tail and it tastes like red-eye gravy.
I read the book at my grandma's, and she died in 1990, so it was published before that.
 
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Reddit solved my search for a lost website.
https://www.reddit.com/r/lostmedia/comments/rs5tql/lost_online_diary_only_one_fragment_left/

Enjoy the mysterious stories and experiences here:
https://www.mindprod.com/deepthoughts/hallucination.html

This one is very good. I edited out some of the more saucy bits to focus attention on the coincidence and the use of Burroughsian magick:
  • The Guy In The Movie

    In 1974-07 I received a brochure advertising an 8 mm porn movie. This was not unusual. I was active in gay lib and as a result was on all manner of junk mail lists. The movie featured a handsome, spectacularly well hung black guy. I showed the picture to my lover Jimmy L.. He too was quite turned on by the picture. I said, I am going away for a business trip in Calgary. If you get a chance to have sex with a well hung black guy while I am away, do it. ... When I got back, Jim said, I think you are going to be mad. I had sex a well hung black guy. Not only that, he is the guy in the movie. It turned out Jim was not pulling my leg. ... I was struck by the statistical impossibility of the co-incidence, not only a black guy but the black guy in the movie showing up literally on our doorstep.
  • Jim claimed he had created the event by taking LSD then focusing on Don’s picture. That sounded pretty far fetched, but Don showing up on our doorstep seemed even stranger. .... I suppose you could interpret this as answered prayer, by some god other than Yahweh, one not quite so prudish.
 
Reddit solved my search for a lost website.
https://www.reddit.com/r/lostmedia/comments/rs5tql/lost_online_diary_only_one_fragment_left/

Enjoy the mysterious stories and experiences here:
https://www.mindprod.com/deepthoughts/hallucination.html

This one is very good. I edited out some of the more saucy bits to focus attention on the coincidence and the use of Burroughsian magick:
  • The Guy In The Movie

    In 1974-07 I received a brochure advertising an 8 mm porn movie. This was not unusual. I was active in gay lib and as a result was on all manner of junk mail lists. The movie featured a handsome, spectacularly well hung black guy. I showed the picture to my lover Jimmy L.. He too was quite turned on by the picture. I said, I am going away for a business trip in Calgary. If you get a chance to have sex with a well hung black guy while I am away, do it. ... When I got back, Jim said, I think you are going to be mad. I had sex a well hung black guy. Not only that, he is the guy in the movie. It turned out Jim was not pulling my leg. ... I was struck by the statistical impossibility of the co-incidence, not only a black guy but the black guy in the movie showing up literally on our doorstep.
  • Jim claimed he had created the event by taking LSD then focusing on Don’s picture. That sounded pretty far fetched, but Don showing up on our doorstep seemed even stranger. .... I suppose you could interpret this as answered prayer, by some god other than Yahweh, one not quite so prudish

Reminds me of when I had a gay work colleague who was convinced a rather handsome young male member of staff whom we will call Will was at least bisexual and possibly in-denial-gay. I was skeptical as Will had several girlfriends over the time I knew him and felt it was just wishful thinking on his part. Will then moved to London and my work colleague planned a weekend for himself up there hitting the gay bars in Soho. He made a bet with me as he left that he would see Will. 24 hours later my work colleague is sitting outside a bar in the heart of the Soho gay village and along walks Will...
 
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why was a lady in the 1980s wearing 1950s clothes
I didn't follow the link posted, but just wanted to respond to this question—some 20-something cliques in the 1980s considered it cool to wear 1950s clothing, and such clothing was readily available in thrift stores/charity shops in the area where I lived at that time.
 
I’m knee deep in reading this interesting thread about talking cats. Now I know it’s probably us interpreting what we hear. But cats meows are generally only for humans and if they learnt to do that to get us to do their bidding why not a couple of words here and there? The interesting thing is there are a lot of people claiming their cats have ‘spoken’ too replying to the first post. I don’t think cats plan by any rules.

 
I’m knee deep in reading this interesting thread about talking cats. Now I know it’s probably us interpreting what we hear. But cats meows are generally only for humans and if they learnt to do that to get us to do their bidding why not a couple of words here and there? The interesting thing is there are a lot of people claiming their cats have ‘spoken’ too replying to the first post. I don’t think cats plan by any rules.

Maybe the witness was half asleep and sensed the thoughts or needs of her cat rather than its actual meows?
 
I’m knee deep in reading this interesting thread about talking cats. Now I know it’s probably us interpreting what we hear. But cats meows are generally only for humans and if they learnt to do that to get us to do their bidding why not a couple of words here and there? The interesting thing is there are a lot of people claiming their cats have ‘spoken’ too replying to the first post. I don’t think cats plan by any rules.

Cats can mimic some human words, if they are sufficiently desperate. If they can't do that, they try to mimic a baby's cry.
It's a bit spooky.
 
The cat sounds like she's in heat, but not particularly fluent in English.
 
We had a dog when I was a kid many many many years ago that never barked at anything. One evening as my parents and me and my brother and sisters were listening to some story on the radio, pre having a tv, for us, being poor, in the 1960's, the dog started barking wildly. (Sorry about the commas).

It seemed to be also intently watching something moving around the room that we couldn't see. After a few minutes the pooch went back to sleeping in it's bed.

Many years later I wondered was that some type of ghost or spirit or something? Nothing untoward happened that night or any night before or after when we lived there in that house.
 
We had a dog when I was a kid many many many years ago that never barked at anything. One evening as my parents and me and my brother and sisters were listening to some story on the radio, pre having a tv, for us, being poor, in the 1960's, the dog started barking wildly. (Sorry about the commas).

It seemed to be also intently watching something moving around the room that we couldn't see. After a few minutes the pooch went back to sleeping in it's bed.

Many years later I wondered was that some type of ghost or spirit or something? Nothing untoward happened that night or any night before or after when we lived there in that house.
The other night I'd just got in from work and fed and walked the dog, who was fine, completely normal. I went into the kitchen to start cooking my dinner and the dog came BOLTING in, hid under the table, shaking. I went back with her into the living room where she stuck to my legs, staring at the door to the stairs, prickling and reluctant.

I opened the door. There was nothing there. So I went back into the kitchen, finished cooking, all the time with dog under my feet and absolutely adamant that there was something scary on the stairs. Sat down, started eating.... stairs door started to rattle.

It was the wind. THE WIND. My upstairs window was open and the wind was just coming in at the right angle to make it down the stairs and rattle the latch. My dog was afraid of the wind.

Point being, dogs can and do react to things that, to us, are perfectly normal and harmless. They are idiots.
 
The other night I'd just got in from work and fed and walked the dog, who was fine, completely normal. I went into the kitchen to start cooking my dinner and the dog came BOLTING in, hid under the table, shaking. I went back with her into the living room where she stuck to my legs, staring at the door to the stairs, prickling and reluctant.

I opened the door. There was nothing there. So I went back into the kitchen, finished cooking, all the time with dog under my feet and absolutely adamant that there was something scary on the stairs. Sat down, started eating.... stairs door started to rattle.

It was the wind. THE WIND. My upstairs window was open and the wind was just coming in at the right angle to make it down the stairs and rattle the latch. My dog was afraid of the wind.

Point being, dogs can and do react to things that, to us, are perfectly normal and harmless. They are idiots.
True, our recently deceased shorkie was reduced to quivering fear by those tiny black flies that get indoors during the summer.
 
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The other night I'd just got in from work and fed and walked the dog, who was fine, completely normal. I went into the kitchen to start cooking my dinner and the dog came BOLTING in, hid under the table, shaking. I went back with her into the living room where she stuck to my legs, staring at the door to the stairs, prickling and reluctant.

I opened the door. There was nothing there. So I went back into the kitchen, finished cooking, all the time with dog under my feet and absolutely adamant that there was something scary on the stairs. Sat down, started eating.... stairs door started to rattle.

It was the wind. THE WIND. My upstairs window was open and the wind was just coming in at the right angle to make it down the stairs and rattle the latch. My dog was afraid of the wind.

Point being, dogs can and do react to things that, to us, are perfectly normal and harmless. They are idiots.
When I was a teacher, we always knew after a playtime or dinner time if the kids came in weird, it had been windy outside... Makes them go nuts.
 
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When I was a teacher, we always knew after a playtime or dinner time if the kids came in weird, it had been windy outside... Makes them go nuts.
Yup, when I worked in schools a lot of the staff believed that. I was in position to check and it didn't seem the case to me.
 
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During my time at junior school (late 70s/early 80s) my mother and a couple of friends' mother wondered why we were so particularly hyper/naughty after swimming lessons in the school pool.

It was not the cleanest of pools. It had been getting quite grimy for some time. I remember as a child seeing some ugly looking fungus floating in/near the filter areas etc.

For some reason the school closed the pool suddenly/temporarily to "clean" it.

We never actually found out whether there was a connection - but once I got older I suspected there might have been some hallucinogenic fungus thriving in that pool for some time whilst we were all swimming in it. :oops: :hahazebs:
 
When I was a teacher, we always knew after a playtime or dinner time if the kids came in weird, it had been windy outside... Makes them go nuts.
Yes I've had numerous cats who went wild when it was windy: running around the house and such, all wild-eyed and crazy.
 
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When I was a teacher, we always knew after a playtime or dinner time if the kids came in weird, it had been windy outside... Makes them go nuts.
Yep, I used to dread windy days - especially when I was based in mobile classrooms - because the kids were always hyper after break.
 
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I should point out, in the dog's favour, it wasn't the wind, per se, that was making her daft. It was the fact that it was causing the door to the stairway to rattle. That, and the fact she's an idiot.
 
In the Great Storm of 1987, our garden fence blew down, so our dog, a large Golden Retriever, could only go out there on a lead; and he must have realised there was something really wrong, because after that, he always got frightened if he heard a strong wind (there was a considerable gale at least once every autumn for several years afterwards).
 
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