My stepdad got stationed at Pearl Harbor in Hawaii. We were there for a little over a year when our time on the military housing waiting list came to an end. We were given one of the duplex homes on the pearl city peninsula. This area is mainly military housing and military buildings and stuff. I had just turned 18 at the time and would stay up late playing video games and talking on the phone with friends. Periodically I would hear kids playing outside in the wee hours of the night. I never really gave it much thought, other than thinking these kids must be playing hide and seek or something. It was summer and kids were out of school already. Being in hawaii and part of a military family, we heard our fair share of the stories of what happened and the tradegies of war. Many families were lost and apparently, with pearl city peninsula being so close to some of the ships that were harbored. Some homes got hit with bombs and many families lost their lives in the attack. Its said that as you enter the peninsula, there is metal shacks/barns that housed some of the bodies as they waited to be transported to coroners offices or morgues. Because of this there were also stories of strange things happening in and around the area. Things like swings swinging at the park on days with little to no breeze, doors opening and closing on their own, car alarms being set off with nothing touching it while people are conversating a few feet away and some people experiencing feeling their home shake and things falling off walls and tables but, the other residents in the other unit didn't feel anything. I smoke cigarettes so I always had my window open. Weather was nice everyday so, i didnt have to worry about it getting too hot or cold. On this particular night, i remember it like it happened yesterday. I was on the phone talking to my girlfriend and playing kingdom hearts when i first heard the kids playing outside. I remember telling my girlfriend that i could here kids playing. I could hear screaming and laughing, like kids chasing eachother around and screaming when the chaser is getting close. There was a field behind my duplex and in the field there was a gated off section with a drain or something for times theres excessive rain. The kids i heard sounded like they could've been playing inside that gated section. I assume it was gated off for safety measures and thats why i initially stuck my head out of the window to look and see if i could see them. I sometimes stepped out onto the roof right outside my window to smoke some reefer so, my screen was always off. I then remember telling my girlfriend, who at present day is my wife and mother of my children, that i dont see the kids but i still hear them and i hope they didnt hop the fence to play inside that area. She told me to relax since i hadnt seen them and just listen for scared screams or panic sounds. So i decided to pause my game and just listen a bit. I grabbed my cigarettes and lighter and proceeded to pull a cigarette out and put it on my lip. As i light the lighter, i hear a child whisper "smoking is bad". It sounded like the child was standing on my roof, right outside my window looking in at me. I completely froze with my lighter lit but a couple of inches from the tip of my cigarette. I finally came to when i realized my girlfriend was repeating my name to get my attention. I dont know how long i was froze but i do know that i practically burned my thumb because the lighter was still hot when i tried to light my cigarette after. I also remember looking at my clock and it read 3:13. I then got completely spooked as my mind rushed to the stories of "the witching/devils hour" of 3am to 4am. I didnt sleep that night. It was after this that i got more interested in the history of what happened. This is when i was told about the shacks at the entrance, which still stand to this day, and the families that were lost on the land we walked on daily. It gave me a deeper respect to the event we call the pearl harbor bombing. Also a deeper appreciation and gratitude for the freedoms i enjoy. Theres a reason they dont tell you everything.
I was shocked when the 3rd story talked about the mailbox post as a murder weapon right after the guy in story 2 talking about using one as a murder weapon
First story is about a creepy homeless junkie spying and creeping around towns he shouldn't be in. And he thinks he's the normal one and the last that's feeding raccoons is creepy.
Well he has all the right to be in any town he wants, America stands for freedom doesn't it? But the spying on the old woman and choosing to sleep literally near her house from all the other places he could have chosen, that's weird
A 6'4" crackhead that's scared of little old ladies and raccoons. It's like he didn't even realize that he was the creeper and weirdo in that situation.
Over & over I keep snapping awake and start stabbing at my mouse and keyboard to make it all stop. Then I go into the bathroom to splash my face with cold water, in the hope of getting these nightmares out of my head, nightmares that you wrote into my subconscious mind! Bless you 🙏
Story 1: Dude camps out on someone’s property, spies on her all night, pretends to be asleep when she turns to face him, then wants to act like she’s the creepy one?
I can't be the only one who thought it was weird that two stories in a row mentioned a mailbox post as a weapon, right? Even though one was peripheral, it's still bizarre.
Bro that raccoon story was so dumb in every single aspect. You saw a lady feeding raccoons that made you fear for your life so much that you whistled to her. Dumbest guy and story.
While trying to warn the woman of the danger but too scared to speak!! 😂 you’re feeding killer raccoons! Don’t you know how dangerous they are!? What a douche bag that guy was…
I assume the guy talking in his sleep about beating someone’s in with a mailbox post ties into the story of the old guy being beaten to death? A mailbox post is such a specific weapon that it being used twice in 2 stories has to be related
LOL I know that at least the narrator is from the Eastern half of the US and not actually from Montana and that area. That’s because I watch Laurence from Lost in the Pond and he showed on the map that people on the Western half of the US call them Kai-oats and people on the Eastern half call them Kai-oatees. Cayotes. I am from the Pacific Northwest and my husband is from Los Angeles and both of us have only ever called them Kai-oats. 😂
lol drive up on someone else’s property in the middle of the night, criticize everything they’re doing then act like you’re the victim. Pure zoomer energy with that one. As an east Tennessean with lots of family out in the country it is absolutely hilarious this anxiety ridden kid thinks an old lady feeding a ton of animals is a bizarre terrifying sight. Nothing about this story was out of the ordinary in rural TN except the narrator.
Roger got rewarded for his crime. He gets 3 hots and a cot on our dime, all because he brained some dude. If only he was in an asylum _before_ he did this. He was going to be a ward of the state anyway! How frustrating.
Guy sees an old lady feeding animals and thinks "This is the most terrifying thing I've ever seen." Meanwhile he's a homeless druggy, she should be scared of him.
There is that errie music sound in the background, first high pitched, then low pitched. Very hypnotic. Watch out for the homeless person with a high IQ, especially when waiving around a winning lottery ticket ! Big mistake.
To everyone who is criticizing the first story, not everything scary ends in bloodshed. Raccoons don't have to be rabid to be dangerous, old women living alone are more likely crazy and willing to fill you full of buckshot. When your only defense is a thin layer of nylon and shits breaking out all over. It's scary. Maybe not to a bystander, but to that guy, and most people, they would shit the hammock.
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