Write up your weirdest stories here: no judgement and it doesn't matter how many posts you make.

[reserve/selfping]

Long ago, in the youth of a squigle;

My grandmother's sister was one of those women that, according to grandmother, was married to a 50yo man when she was 13-15 and the resulting children of the marriage were cruel to her just as husband was. She turned to collecting dolls and treating them like they were her own children. She had around a thousand and had named each of them. Her children were putting her in a home. Within a few years, she stopped recognizing us completely and had a drastic personality change.

In my early teenage years, my great-grandmother sent over a hundred dolls and asked that I, and possibly my adopted cousin, 'take care of her babies'. My grandmother was also a cruel woman and made a show out of giving me these dolls. She then allowed my cousin to pick one from the lot because she wasn't really related. All of the other dolls came home with me.

I'm not sure when it started. Every morning I would wake up and sew several of their heads back on. Occasionally something strange would happen such as when my basset hound killed a groundhog in the garage. There was even blood and pieces on the ceiling as well as the walls. When we came back to clean, the blood was gone. Small things like that. Eventually we would hear other family members calling us and run to them only to find out that they never called. It happened to me the most and eventually only me. It stopped when we moved.

They were then stored in my grandmother's basement and I lived on campus for a while. Birds constantly killed themselves on the window. The window hadn't been cleaned in a very long time and had coverings so they couldn't mistake it for having been open air. Out of the lot, one doll gave me the heebie jeebies like I've never had before. After quite a bit of internal debate, I donated it to a church. The dolls, I separated into bins based on which she gave me and those that I already had. We moved again. This time I took them with me and they're currently still in my garage. Nothing has happened since.

I consider neither them nor my childhood home haunted. Just weird.
A new family lives there now and I'm going to die laughing if they ever find the blood under the carpet.

p.s. If you guys are interested I could tell when I was questioned by the FBI?

Oh lord, I have too many

Most of them are pretty funny in hindsight but the details of them are a bit strange and personal at times so I'll just compile a list of the funniest ones and if anyone wants me to tell the full ones I'll tell them the details over pm

I had a friend in the service walk around a military base regularly in his fursuit off duty until his petty officer tore into him about it

One of my old coworkers in service started a cult of Shrek during training and almost got the schoolhouse shut down over it

Former coworker got drunk in public and made out with an Albanian street performer in Greece. Also taught him how to play Wonderwall in broken English before he stole her sunglasses and we had to get them back.

The one time I went on an accidental dinner date with a guy who showed up in a full tuxedo and I still didn't even realize it was a date.

Bonus:
Deciding to hang out with a friend only to show up to him and his roommate in creepy morphsuits and their apartment filled with bananas

The one time my older brothers duct taped me inside a cardboard box and left me on the curb for 3 hours

i think it was a dream but i'm not entirely sure >->


*so i think im asleep here is the story* i use XXXX as town names phone cals ect*

I was walking down the highway at night towards XXXX town and it was raining heavily. i slipped on something fluffy but soaked and rolled down into the ditch. once i got up the sun was out and i was completely dry but surrounded by Llama's and kittens.

then i woke up. and i was covered in furr and there was dirt and water everywere.