Previously: Anthropodermic Bibliopegy.
On Aug. 21, 1955, 11 people experienced something extraordinary — or at least, they claimed they did: In what became known as the Kelly-Hopkinsville Encounter, Glennie Lankford (aged 50); her children Lonnie (12), Charlton (10), and Mary (7); her sons from a previous marriage, Elmer (25) and John Charley (21) Sutton; Elmer and John Charley’s wives, Vera (29) and Alene (27); O.P. Baker (either 30 or 35 — reports are inconsistent), who was Alene’s brother; and Billy Ray Taylor (21) and June Taylor (21) had a run-in with some extraterrestrials. I say “run-in,” but the way they described it, it was more of a battle; the group said they had been under siege for nearly four hours at the Sutton farmhouse near Kelly and Hopkinsville in Christian County, Kentucky — and they said their attackers were alien lifeforms who had arrived in a spaceship.
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Previously: “Annora Petrova.”
It’s interesting to me that a good number creepypastas (and horror stories both fictional and real, for that matter) center around crawlspaces, hidden rooms, basements, attics, and the like — places in apartments, houses, and other types of homes that seem slightly out of place. They feel like they don’t quite belong — like there’s something inherently wrong about them. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that humans don’t really do well with uncertainty; we like to be able to predict what will happen in any given situation, so when we encounter a room or a space in our homes that doesn’t have a clearly-defined purpose, we get a little uneasy. It’s usually somewhat irrational…
But sometimes — as “The Crawlspace” demonstrates — it’s the most rational thing in the world. Fear, after all, is ultimately a defense mechanism — something meant to warn us of danger so as to protect us from harm.
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Previously: Kiyotaki Tunnel, Japan.
In the New Manila district of Quezon City — the most populous city of the Philippines, located not too far away from the capital, Manila — there’s a two-lane street. It’s an undivided carriageway, which means that it lacks a median; still, though, it’s a busy thoroughfare frequented by jeepneys and cabs. It’s named for the trees line it — but those trees do more than provide scenery. Indeed, it might be because of the Balete trees that the legend of the White Lady of Balete Drive clings to the road, and why it has persisted for so many decades.
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Previously: Ronald Opus.
(CW: Reading the following may doom you to an endless cycle of
Type: IH (Information Hazard).
Period/location of origin: 2010, the internet.
Appearance: Subject appears to be a thought experiment centered around a hypothetical, superhuman, malevolent AI and what might happen if this AI were ever to come into existence.
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Previously: Is “Dear David” Real? (Part 1)
Somewhat unexpectedly, the “Dear David” ghost story unfolding on Twitter is not only still going, but also still captivating the general public in some pretty astonishing ways. There have been a number of developments since the last time we took a look at the tale on TGIMM, so for anyone still wondering, “Is Dear David real?”, here’s the latest.
Again, I’m not saying that the story is necessarily a hoax; nor are any of the theories below meant to be a be-all, end-all debunking of the whole thing. They’re just a handful of possible explanations (among many, many others). I tend to approach weird phenomena from a perspective of trying to see if there are earthly ways to explain it before I start to rely too heavily on the possibility of it being supernatural; if you do, too, here are a few ideas:
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A quick and, happily, definitive update to the “H. H. Holmes’ body is being exhumed” story we’ve been tracking for the past few months: The test results are in, and we can now conclusively say that H. H. Holmes was indeed buried in the grave bearing his name at Holy Cross Cemetery in Yeadon, Pa, reports the Associated Press — that is, he did not fake his death and escape. Holmes, real name Herman Webster Mudgett, was executed by hanging on May 7, 1896, after which he was, in fact, interred according to a set of oddly specific requirements.
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Previously: Sever the Cord.
The White Kimono Game reminds me a little bit of the Corner Game in that they both utilize the four corners of a room to summon a spirit; the difference is that the White Kimono Game is a single-player game, so if you’ve been having trouble finding folks willing to try the Corner Game with you, this one is a reasonable alternative. Admittedly I’m not totally sure why you’d want to summon the spirits described in either game, as you don’t seem to get anything out of it other than bragging rights if you survive… but maybe that’s the point. Remember that whole tempting fate thing? I suspect it comes down — yet again — to that.
For the curious, the particular kind of white kimono Japanese ghosts are often depicted wearing is called a kyōkatabira. It’s basically a funeral shroud — the kimono in which people’s earthly remains are wrapped before burial.
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