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What's your favorite /spooky/ rhyme or legend? Anonymous 08/14/2019 (Wed) 13:39:08 No. 62
Where does it originate? What does it mean, and why did it impact you?

For me, I have a fascination with The Black Plague. My favorite historical anecdote is Ring Around the Rosie, a common children's rhyme. It's actually quite dark.

Ring-a-round the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down.

>The invariable sneezing and falling down in modern English versions have given would-be origin finders the opportunity to say that the rhyme dates back to the Great Plague. A rosy rash, they allege, was a symptom of the plague, and posies of herbs were carried as protection and to ward off the smell of the disease.

>https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_a_Ring_o%27_Roses
>>62
Also, as a side note, if you like documentaries this is one of the best ones on the Black Death.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPe6BgzHWY0

What's kind of sad is that the Black Plague narrowly missed Norway and Sweden, but a ship of sailors died in their ship. It slowly coasted and made it's way to Norway, and thus the plague spread even further.

>The plague came to England in the late 1340s. A trading nation, the English still put out ships, with the understanding that they would comply with quarantines. The trouble was, people have to be alive to obey quarantine. In 1349, a ship carrying wool set out from England, bound for some destination in the north. During its journey, crew members started dying. Attempts to quarantine the sick on board failed. The plague took one person after another, until every last crew member died. The disease itself lived on in the other creatures aboard.

>With some good luck, the ghost ship might have drifted on the sea until it sank, but the 14th century wasn't the century for good luck. The ship ran aground near Bergen harbor in Norway, where its living inhabitants — rats and fleas — made it into the country. Contemporary accounts, which do tend to be exaggerated, estimated that a third of the country died. From Norway, the plague spread Sweden and into Russia by 1351. So a ghost ship unleashed an unimaginable horror on the country it drifted into. Sometimes horror movies get history right.

Imagine being a peasant in that time period. All of your friends and family are dying of an unknown illness, and you could be next. The cause? A creepy, ghostly ship in the middle of the night which landed at the wrong place at the wrong time.
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Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about
The admission is free so pay at the door
Now pull out a chair and sit on the floor

On one bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other

The blind man came to see fair play
The mute man came to shout hooray
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to stop those two dead boys

He lived on the corner in the middle of the block
In a two story house on a vacant lot
A man with no legs came walking by
And kicked the lawman in his thigh

He crashed through a wall without making a sound
Into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned
A long black hearse came to cart him away
But he ran for his life and is still gone today

I watched from the corner of the table
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable
If you doubt my lies are true
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too
There's an interesting thread on LE REDDIT called "What is the creepiest "glitch in the matrix" you've experienced? on AskReddit.

Some of the stories were interesting. I will quote a few.

>Me and my friend were at a Chinese Restaurant, and we ordered a General Tso chicken Dinner and a shrimp lo mein dish. When we sat down we took out both boxes and set them on the table about two feet apart. My friend opens the first box and we see a shrimp lo mein dish. It has all the things in there...noodles. Shrimp. Fried rice. He closes the box and opens the other box. Inside that box is another shrimp lo mein dish. Shrimp. Noodles. Fried Rice.

> "oh" I think, "they must have mixed the order." I was just about to say this when my friend says out loud "looks like they made a mistake and gave us two..." as he opens up the first box again. Inside of it is a General tso chicken dinner order. General tso chicken, white rice, and an egg roll. He froze and looked at me...I looked back at him...and we sat in silence.

>It took us five or so minutes to collect ourselves. I have no idea what the fuck happened.
Edited last time by aceofdiamonds on 08/19/2019 (Mon) 10:27:26.
>Not creepy, but so vivid and distinct that I still think about it, years later. I had a (subjectively) long, involved dream where I was a vendor in a fish market. I remember getting up early, dressing, doing a whole morning routine, going to get tea, heading out to the docks, buying fish, loading them in a cart and going to get ice, then haggling for ice, buying some less fresh fish while I was at it, then going to a market to my stall, setting up and selling fish all day. It was so real. I talked to friends, smoked nasty cigarettes, haggled customers, ate lunch, had tea and just lived through the day. At the end of the day, I cleaned up, counted my cash, paid the stall rent, went home, cooked some of the fish I hadn't sold, sling with some veggies and rice that I'd traded for. I drank more tea, relaxed for awhile, then drew a hot bath, soaked and smoked some more cigs, then went to bed.

>The next morning, I woke up refreshed, ready to go down to the docks to buy fresh catch.... Except I was in my house, next to my wife, truck parked outside and it was Saturday - no work. My wife and I were getting geared up to go skiing in Oregon and the car was already packed. Weird thing was....

>In the dream, I was single. And a smoker (I'm not). And the whole long dream had been in fluent Chinese. The effortless kind of fluency that only comes from a lifetime of speaking it. Oh, and I had been Chinese.

>I'm a big, hairy white dude - somewhat fluent in Spanish and I know a little bit of Russian, but I've never.... It was just weird. I've never worked in a fish market.

>I wonder who I was. I wonder what that was.
>Oh boy you guys would love where I work.

>I work as a security/nighttime attendant at an apartment building. It's 24 stories and one of the oldest buildings in the city.

>One night I'm sitting here when the phone rings at about 3 AM, and I answer "Hello this is draven at the front desk how can I help you?" the voice on the other end sounded female, but was totally garbled and the only bit I could make out was "23rd floor." I tried to tell the person I couldn't understand them, and asked what apartment they were in, but again garbled response and "23rd floor." After the 3rd time of trying to understand them and the same response, I said since I couldn't understand them I'd come up and to meet me in the hallway.

>So I go to the main elevators, and both are up on the (surprise) 23rd floor. Luckily, we have an older service elevator and it's only on the 7th floor so I call it down. I get it and hit the button for the 23rd floor, but it won't move and the inner door won't close, so I go to unlock the reset panel and boom we start going up, door still open. I'm freaking out, and the elevator is shaking because it goes pretty fast and is old. As I'm going up, I just stay towards the back and finally I reach floor 23.

>I step out, door closes just fine, and I look around the hallway. There's nobody around. I walk along slowly trying to listen for anyone awake who might've called, but there's nothing. So now I head the opposite direction and go towards where the regular elevators are and when I get to them they are just sitting there with their doors open. I was pretty freaked out but I knew it could just be the elevators on the fritz, so I get in and figure I'll just reset them when I get to floor 1 when I hear the sound of the back stairwell closing.

>So I quickly get out and go to the stairwell and lo and behold, no one's there, but the maintenance door to the machine room is ajar, and at that time I'm the only one in the building with a key. At the top of the building is a large machine room housing all the really really loud machinery that does stuff in the building and allows access to the roof. I don't like going into it because it's creepy as fuck and no one ever goes there, so at this point I'm seriously freaked out but I muster up and head in.

>I shout "Hello?!" and there's no response. The lights in this room flicker because they're shitty flourescent so I can't see well either, but at the end of the room I can make out the roof access door and sure as shit, It's slightly open. So I slowly continue forward checking the space in between each mahcine as I walk by, and there's no one there so I open the roof access door. I can't see anyone ahead of me on the roof but there is a slight wrap around and if there was a jumper or something I needed to be sure so I step out and leave the door ajar like it was.

>Almost immediately, the door is pulled shut. Now I might've written it off as wind or something, but this door is hard to shut and hard to open. Really hard. I immediately grab the handle and hank it open, slam it behind me and run straight for the maintenance door. It automatically locks when it's closed so I slam it shut too and go back to the 23rd floor hallway, get into an elevator (doors still open) and go all the way down to the first floor. I go back to the main lobby and as soon as I sit down, the phone rings. I pick it up, don't say a word, and sure as hell garbled voice again only audibly saying "23rd floor." I hung up the phone, turned the ringer off and spent the rest of the evening just staring at the parking garage security monitor.

>There's been a bunch of creepy things happen at this building, It's basically like the Overlook Hotel at night. I walked past a dark room here on the first floor once and swore I saw myself standing inside it. The next night as I'm inside said room cleaning, the lights flip off and I turn around to see a quick flash of myself walking past.
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>A little backstory...I was a total idealist back in high school so when choosing a college I chose to go somewhere that none of my friends were attending so that I could strike out on my own in a "finding myself" sort of way. Well I ended up making a few really close friends my first semester. I mean, these guys became like family to me in a matter of months. One day during winter break one of those guys, my buddy Kimbo, had gone back home to visit friends and family and on his return trip to our college he hit a bad patch of ice and got into a car accident and was killed….it hurt like a son of a bitch for a long time and I still think about him all the time but anyways a few weeks after Kimbo's accident me and the rest of the guys were getting back from a party off campus and as we were standing outside our dorm building smoking a cig I felt my phone vibrating and when I pulled it out I saw that I was getting a call from Kimbo's phone! Dumbfounded, I showed my friends the phone quickly and then answered. When I picked up it just went directly to his voicemail which played the same message it always had…..It never happened again and we never really talked about it but for me it was one of those "someone's looking after me" moments. I hadn't been doing very well after his death but seeing his name show up on my cellphone screen one final time made me feel a whole lot better for a time and really helped me get out of the slump I was in. I have no idea how his phone could've possibly called me and I doubt I ever will but this was one "glitch in the matrix" that I'll forever be thankful for.

>Rest in peace, Kim. But feel free to call again.
Here's a few spooky podcasts, for people who like that sort of thing.

This was one of my favorite podcast episodes. Nosleep can be a hit or miss, however, and the LARP can be real.

https://www.thenosleeppodcast.com/episodes/s12/12x25

I also recommend the Lore podcast, but occasionally they can be 2spooky5me.

https://www.lorepodcast.com/

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