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Apparently in China, Ryan from The Office is used illegally on electric razor packaging.
 
One of my hermit crabs just made the weirdest fucking sound and it scared the living shit out if me D:
It sounded like when you rub glass but it was a crab chirping :/
 
I just got a phone call from my grandfather, and the phone did the thing.

Now, I don't know if there's any documentation on this forum about my experience with the thing, as I'm fairly certain that the last time it happened was last year in the summer. However, I will explain what happened again.

The thing is fucking freaky. I'm not sure how or why it happens. I speculated that it could have been the result of two people trying to call each other at the same time, but this latest call just disproved that. Last year, I was picking up my father from his workplace, and I had called him to tell him I was outside. That's when the thing happened. The phone was silent for about half a minute. I kept asking for my dad, telling him whatever he was pulling wasn't funny. Then, there was a loud, shrieking static sound. It sounded like a combination of glass shattering and something being dragged against a gravel surface. Then the breathing came in. A heavy, desperate breathing sound that sounded clear as crystal. I panicked and asked my father what the hell happened. I was getting worried that the elevator had broken and he plummeted to the first floor. Eventually, I couldn't take the sounds of despair any longer and hung up on him. I sat in the car and turned the radio up louder, telling myself nothing happened. Then, moments later, my dad ran out of the building and found me. He told me he heard the exact same thing and thought I was in a car accident on my way there. I was shaking the entire ride back. I didn't even want to think about what had happened.

Now for what happened today.

I was disposing of rib bones and putting my dishes in the sink, wiping my hands off with a rag, and my grandfather called. I assumed he was calling for my father, so I picked up the phone as my father wasn't responding. I didn't hear anything. I assumed I was called on accident or something. I didn't hear much and just kept asking for my grandfather. Before I gave up and was about to hang up, I heard a grunting sound. I responded with a quick, "hm?" No reply. I kept listening a while longer to try and get what was going on. I heard more heavy breathing. I could hear someone trying to make out some words. Tiny, soft little syllables were being formed. "Te... ti... thuuuuh." I would know if it was someone trying to talk when misdialing. My grandparents have very strong, coherent voices. No, this sounded like someone whispering into the phone. "Te... 'sta..." Maybe I was expecting my grandfather to reply, and that's why I thought the person on the other end was speaking Spanish, but I just kept hearing those two words, "te" and "esta". You don't have to speak fluently at all to know "te" means "you" and "esta" means "this." It sounded like gibberish to me, so I said boldly and loudly, "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye." The syllables stopped, as did the breathing. I heard some kind of noise, like a saw or something. I hung up. Another call came through as soon as I left. I assumed it was my grandfather trying to call back. My dad responded in a heartbeat, "is that for your sister?" It was. He either doesn't like my grandfather, or didn't even notice he called. Every time he sees that I talk to him, he always asks what he wanted. He didn't this time.

I fucking hate the thing.
 
The Hunter said:
I just got a phone call from my grandfather, and the phone did the thing.

Now, I don't know if there's any documentation on this forum about my experience with the thing, as I'm fairly certain that the last time it happened was last year in the summer. However, I will explain what happened again.

The thing is fucking freaky. I'm not sure how or why it happens. I speculated that it could have been the result of two people trying to call each other at the same time, but this latest call just disproved that. Last year, I was picking up my father from his workplace, and I had called him to tell him I was outside. That's when the thing happened. The phone was silent for about half a minute. I kept asking for my dad, telling him whatever he was pulling wasn't funny. Then, there was a loud, shrieking static sound. It sounded like a combination of glass shattering and something being dragged against a gravel surface. Then the breathing came in. A heavy, desperate breathing sound that sounded clear as crystal. I panicked and asked my father what the hell happened. I was getting worried that the elevator had broken and he plummeted to the first floor. Eventually, I couldn't take the sounds of despair any longer and hung up on him. I sat in the car and turned the radio up louder, telling myself nothing happened. Then, moments later, my dad ran out of the building and found me. He told me he heard the exact same thing and thought I was in a car accident on my way there. I was shaking the entire ride back. I didn't even want to think about what had happened.

Now for what happened today.

I was disposing of rib bones and putting my dishes in the sink, wiping my MANOS off with a rag, and my grandfather called. I assumed he was calling for my father, so I picked up the phone as my father wasn't responding. I didn't hear anything. I assumed I was called on accident or something. I didn't hear much and just kept asking for my grandfather. Before I gave up and was about to hang up, I heard a grunting sound. I responded with a quick, "hm?" No reply. I kept listening a while longer to try and get what was going on. I heard more heavy breathing. I could hear someone trying to make out some words. Tiny, soft little syllables were being formed. "Te... ti... thuuuuh." I would know if it was someone trying to talk when misdialing. My grandparents have very strong, coherent voices. No, this sounded like someone whispering into the phone. "Te... 'sta..." Maybe I was expecting my grandfather to reply, and that's why I thought the person on the other end was speaking Spanish, but I just kept hearing those two words, "te" and "esta". You don't have to speak fluently at all to know "te" means "you" and "esta" means "this." It sounded like gibberish to me, so I said boldly and loudly, "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye." The syllables stopped, as did the breathing. I heard some kind of noise, like a saw or something. I hung up. Another call came through as soon as I left. I assumed it was my grandfather trying to call back. My dad responded in a heartbeat, "is that for your sister?" It was. He either doesn't like my grandfather, or didn't even notice he called. Every time he sees that I talk to him, he always asks what he wanted. He didn't this time.

I fucking hate the thing.
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Your phone might be possessed. Now before you get the holy water, make sure you provider isn't Hellus Mobile. I was with them a few months ago, and shit like that happened a lot, along with my phone vomiting at random times. If so, switch your coverage. If not, seek an exorcist.
 
Hunter, that's some creepypasta-esque shit right there. Let me throw in a possibility that may ease your mind though: maybe it's someone butt-dialing? If a phone is in a pocket it might sound static-y and you'll pick up faint voices and weird noises and possibly silent moments.
All I know is that when I answer the phone and no one answers back immediately, I hang that shit up. :shock:
 
The Hunter said:
I just got a phone call from my grandfather, and the phone did the thing.

Now, I don't know if there's any documentation on this forum about my experience with the thing, as I'm fairly certain that the last time it happened was last year in the summer. However, I will explain what happened again.

The thing is fucking freaky. I'm not sure how or why it happens. I speculated that it could have been the result of two people trying to call each other at the same time, but this latest call just disproved that. Last year, I was picking up my father from his workplace, and I had called him to tell him I was outside. That's when the thing happened. The phone was silent for about half a minute. I kept asking for my dad, telling him whatever he was pulling wasn't funny. Then, there was a loud, shrieking static sound. It sounded like a combination of glass shattering and something being dragged against a gravel surface. Then the breathing came in. A heavy, desperate breathing sound that sounded clear as crystal. I panicked and asked my father what the hell happened. I was getting worried that the elevator had broken and he plummeted to the first floor. Eventually, I couldn't take the sounds of despair any longer and hung up on him. I sat in the car and turned the radio up louder, telling myself nothing happened. Then, moments later, my dad ran out of the building and found me. He told me he heard the exact same thing and thought I was in a car accident on my way there. I was shaking the entire ride back. I didn't even want to think about what had happened.

Now for what happened today.

I was disposing of rib bones and putting my dishes in the sink, wiping my MANOS off with a rag, and my grandfather called. I assumed he was calling for my father, so I picked up the phone as my father wasn't responding. I didn't hear anything. I assumed I was called on accident or something. I didn't hear much and just kept asking for my grandfather. Before I gave up and was about to hang up, I heard a grunting sound. I responded with a quick, "hm?" No reply. I kept listening a while longer to try and get what was going on. I heard more heavy breathing. I could hear someone trying to make out some words. Tiny, soft little syllables were being formed. "Te... ti... thuuuuh." I would know if it was someone trying to talk when misdialing. My grandparents have very strong, coherent voices. No, this sounded like someone whispering into the phone. "Te... 'sta..." Maybe I was expecting my grandfather to reply, and that's why I thought the person on the other end was speaking Spanish, but I just kept hearing those two words, "te" and "esta". You don't have to speak fluently at all to know "te" means "you" and "esta" means "this." It sounded like gibberish to me, so I said boldly and loudly, "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye." The syllables stopped, as did the breathing. I heard some kind of noise, like a saw or something. I hung up. Another call came through as soon as I left. I assumed it was my grandfather trying to call back. My dad responded in a heartbeat, "is that for your sister?" It was. He either doesn't like my grandfather, or didn't even notice he called. Every time he sees that I talk to him, he always asks what he wanted. He didn't this time.

I fucking hate the thing.
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I'm thinking butt-dial for the second one. First one could be a cell line malfunction. The signal you send over the air is encrypted, and if for some reason you get the undecrypted signal, it'll sound just like what you said: glass gravel, or a sort of "buzzy" sound. You'd get the same sound if you had a wideband radio and pulled the cell signals right from the air without decrypting them.
 
KatsuKitty said:
I'm thinking butt-dial for the second one. First one could be a cell line malfunction. The signal you send over the air is encrypted, and if for some reason you get the undecrypted signal, it'll sound just like what you said: glass gravel, or a sort of "buzzy" sound. You'd get the same sound if you had a wideband radio and pulled the cell signals right from the air without decrypting them.
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FINALLY, AN EXPLANATION, THANK YOU

Regardless, the thing still terrifies me.
 
Today, I learned that Arizona tea, the kind I get almost every day that costs 99 cents here, is an "expensive imported drink" in Europe. Seven bucks for a can and they're pretty hard to come by. Apparently, my brother's friend tried to buy a can for a rapper because it's his favorite drink, but couldn't find one for miles and gave up on his search.

And here I am thinking I'm a damn hick for drinking it.
 
To be honest, I've never heard of it or seen it. And yeah, considering Arizona is in the name, it probably is an import product in Europe, as I assume it's made in Arizona. :P Most products that aren't commonly imported (the kind of stuff found on special import shelves) tend to be a bit overpriced in my experience. Probably to cover the extra cost of importing it or something.

I haven't really seen it around though. I'm assuming it's pretty tasty?
 
Rio said:
To be honest, I've never heard of it or seen it. And yeah, considering Arizona is in the name, it probably is an import product in Europe, as I assume it's made in Arizona. :P Most products that aren't commonly imported (the kind of stuff found on special import shelves) tend to be a bit overpriced in my experience. Probably to cover the extra cost of importing it or something.

I haven't really seen it around though. I'm assuming it's pretty tasty?
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It's an American company, but they're actually based in New York. :p

It's favored by teenagers mostly, and it's pretty great stuff. I know it's directly because of shipping, but it's very hard to believe the stuff sells for around seven bucks in some places.
 
I'm not very surprised by the price, since it's not a commonly imported product. Things that are hard to get are often a bit pricier. Unfortunately the unavailability makes it ok for people to get away with selling things at higher prices. I just looked up pictures, and I've never seen it for as far as I remember, so I guess it really isn't a commonly imported item.
 
a good thing that happened: flatmate broke things off with manic girlfriend

bad thing: lost my job, but my uncle said he might have work for me so i'll see what goes
 
I played Postal 2 today.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I PLAYING
 
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