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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My fiancé lost her dad and her brother within just a couple months of each other, and she never really recovered from it. She worked at a bank, but spent most of her free time sewing, and would do it around the house when I would play on the computer or watch movies beside her.
She liked to collect bits of cloth for her sewing projects. No discarded rag or tattered old t-shirt was safe. She would clip out small bits of each item and stick them in her pocket, to be used on whatever her next project might be. She had a whole collection of patches of all kinds of colors and patterns she kept near her sewing machine—a contraption she called a serger.
She bounced happily between projects, but rarely finished anything. We bought an old thrift store couch together when we moved in with a wonderfully ornate wooden trim along the back like a piece of old doll furniture, and two years later her half finished upholstering was still falling off every time we sat down.
I thought our relationship was really good, but as time went on she grew more and more distant. She spoke less, and had less energy. She really just didn’t want to do anything. She continued collecting bits of cloth, but rarely sewed. He sewing had gone from daily to weekly, weekly to monthly, and then finally not at all. She cried a lot, and spent more time in our bedroom alone than with me.
I tried everything I could, but she complained about stomach pains and always just asked to lie down and be left alone. She started to look pale, and became really sick. She would lash out at me when I tried to help, and pushed me away. I finally gave up.
I spent a weekend at my friend’s place down state. We mostly drank Mountain Dew and played video games, and I thought it was a much needed relief for me. I thought it might be good for her too, to finally get the time alone she had been asking for.
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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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ed gein bio, lets talk serial killers,,,,,,,,,anyone?
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Gentlemen,due to a story last night, i feel the need to break an order i was given and tell you about the Missouri Goat Man. Now im a chemical guy, and we all go to ft.lostinthewoods to do training. This happened during an FTX out in the woods, next to a ridge and a large stream bed. Every night there is a roaming guard of two privates, and we have our gay little blank adapters and we just roam around making sure no one is having sex. This happens one night when me and a buddy of mine are posted up on a couple of stumps by one of the light systems they drag out there.
>About 0300, me and my pal are set up under the lamps, soaking in the warm exhaust because its 25oF outside and fuck if we were going to be moving.
>We are watching the tents, joking how if anyone was going to do the nasty itd be difficult due to the cold, etc
>nudge buddy, tell him to catch a nap
>he lolls off and is snoozing
>snow slowly drifting down through the trees, peaceful
>Just kind of staring into the woods when i hear that "crunch" of snow
>extremely faint, have to perk up my ears to make it out
>think to myself "Theres no way some idiots going to freeze his nuts to some girls ass...must be a drill sergeant."
>nudge my buddy awake, tell him theres a DS in the woods
>he perks up, we are both watching the woodline
>sure enough we see a shadow come in from the woodline, crouching low, amazing he can be this quiet in the snow
> We both grin, last time this happened they dragged someone out and tied them to a tree for shits and giggles.