Creepy old audio recording
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A creepy (I think) audio file which I've always been curious about.
Back in 1994/1995 when I recorded this off of the radio, I told myself I'd never make a copy of the tape, (having freaked myself out) but it's been sitting in the back of a desk drawer and in the back of my mind for 16 years now, and now I'm just curious.
The weird stuff starts about 16 seconds in.
Around 1995, I was about 15. I used to stay up late in my room listening to the radio on a boombox with an integrated tape recorder. I'd dial through the stations, and when I heard something interesting I'd hit record for a while, then move on.
One night, I came across this. I don't think this was the beginning of the broadcast, but I caught a lot of it. Right at the end, an announcer says that the station I was tuned to was WKCR 89.9 New York. There are a bunch of names and dates in there, but...I've never run into anything else like this.
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Just what, who is this man? He's clearly insane.
For those of you who don't know, TheNewStoryTeller appears to be a middle aged man on youtube who makes Thomas the Tank Engine videos. Fair enough, right? live and let live.
But that's not all, oh no, it doesn't even scratch the fucking surface: TheNewStoryteller has uploaded about 3000 hours of video to youtube dedicated almost solely to Thomas and Gumby (his weird green costume creature), and out of the 2k videos on his channel, some even last upwards of 5 HOURS.
Don't even get me started on his voice
- 4 and a half hour video of him dressed as a green monster
- This is what he looks like
Skip to about 24:00, creepy family reunion and typewriter montage. apparently he gets asked to move his tongue, but I couldn't hear it
We need to learn more about him
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Here's my story:
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the fuck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK
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something awful and scary happened to me, /x/, last year. I greentexted this event earlier today on /x/ in a skinwalker thread, but, I lost it. it is long, but real, and it still makes me feel a little queasy. what do you think?
> live in rural north NV
> them thars gold in them hills boys (no but really it sucks)
> hanging with 3 bros, drinking at the house
> call up some friends
> it's desert party time
> drive into nowhere, on a dirt road. so we can shoot targets and shit and listen to obnoxiously loud music
> 30 miles of driving. completely stark, barren desert.
> the dirt road ends at no signifigant location
> wow thats weird
> a bunch of other gays met us there
> there are some hot ass girls too oh lord
> we set up tables and chairs, get the bumpinest car stereo going
> everyone is drinking and firing rifle into the hills, shit is so cash
> the girls hate the guns and are generally worthless
> some half-dozen weed-smoking members of our cohort nip off to smoke a blunt
> need to go to the top of tallest nearby hill to acquire best smoking spot
> get to the top. the hill overlooks a valley, and on the side opposite us
> holy. shit.
> there is an older structure in the distance, maybe have a mile. it looks like a farmhouse.
> ITS SPLORIN TIME SON
> gather everyone
> this is going to be so awesome
> it is still early evening, still light out
> as the entorage gets closer to the farmhouse it becomes clear that it is really, really, fucking spooky skellingtons.
> the females are too scared to enter the unholy basilica because of the front door
> pic related
> jesus fucking christ
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6 years ago, and this happened on and off for about a year, I would wake up at EXACTLY 3:00 am every single night for no reason at all. I'd be in a deep comfortable sleep but then my eyes would just suddenly open and I'd be wide awake, and the picture is always the first thing I saw. Usually, right after that would happen, one, two, or all three of the tv's in my house would simutaneously turn on and it was just static. Sometimes the gas stove would turn on by itself. And every time i'd grab my phone to try to call someone the screen would go completely white. During the day the stereo in my room would turn itself on and off, changing stations and turning the volume all the way up. The tv channels did the same. My family knew about all of this but for some reason they were never awoken by it, therefore weren't as bothered by it as I was and they chose to believe our electricity was just fucked up because they're too afraid to accept anything paranormal. I thought the house was haunted, until I went on a vacation to visit my grandparents 4 hours away and the same shit happened there. So then I knew it was attached to me somehow. This shit went on every single night for a few months, then it would happen 2 or 3 times a week, then once a week, and eventually it completely stopped. I literally went insane during that 3 month period. I forced myself to stay awake all night, or at least not fall asleep until it was over. And even then it would still happen, I was just less surprised by it. I was always mentally and physically drained during the day, and fully awake and alert at night due to my extreme paranoia. I would literally scream at whatever was doing it to go away, and when that didn't work I'd beg it to let me know if there was anything I could do to help it. The only responses I ever got was just shit to scare me. So I know it wasn't friendly.