Hi, My Name Is Hugh
There should be disclosures before leaving someone to babysit in your home. They have the right to know about creepy noises, spooky neighbors or, in ExcitedForNothing’s
case, ghosts…
“When my niece was really young, she was in a bouncer at my sisters house, I was house and babysitting. I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I hadn’t notice how cold it had gotten. Then I heard it. A loud wooden SNAP. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over. I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled freaked me out. The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson. I took her and we decided to go to a different room. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. She just rolled her eyes and said ‘that is Hugh’. I was confused. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had died ten years before his wife sold it. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs freak, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne. I don’t believe in that stuff, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn’t feel right. I babysit my niece at my house now, sorry Hugh”.
That’s How You Get Away From a Bear
What’s the weirdest thing you have ever run into? LupinThe8th got the surprise of his life while taking a quiet late-night walk in a neighborhood.
“Ran into a bear. No, I mean ran into a bear. I was visiting a relative down in Florida. I wasn’t used to nights being so warm and balmy, so I went for a walk at around 9:30. The neighborhood was a pretty nice one, so I wasn’t worried. No one told me that there were black bears around, and that they like to go through peoples garbage. So I’m walking on the sidewalk, crossing someone’s driveway, there are two cars on it, and I’m about to walk past the first. Meanwhile Mr. Bear is just leaving after a good scrounge, he’s between the two cars, and about to exit. As fate would have it, our trajectories intersected. He walks out from between the cars just as I’m walking past them, and I actually bump into the damn thing. There’s about a half second of my brain going ‘No way that just happened’, and I’d like to think Mr. Bear was thinking the same thing, because neither of us immediately reacted. Then I either broke the world record for backwards leaping or briefly unlocked my latent mutant teleporting ability, because I zipped back fifteen feet and then ran for dear life. No idea what the bear did, I didn’t dare look behind me. I’m assuming he didn’t give chase, because those things are faster than they look, and it definitely would have caught me. Maybe it was too full of garbage to feel like running, maybe it was relatively used to humans from hanging around the area and didn’t care, or maybe it was just laughing its a– off. Regardless, I’ve never run so fast in my entire life”.
