Gather round for three campfire stories investigators cannot explain.
A dead man's phone calls thirty-five times in twelve hours, guiding rescuers through wreckage to his body. The phone battery should have died. The phone was never found.
A heart transplant patient inherits his donor's food cravings, handwriting, and wife. Thirteen years later, he kills himself the same way his donor did. Same method. Same location.
Two children knock on a car window asking for a ride home. Their eyes are solid black from edge to edge. They cannot enter without permission. The people who let them in never tell their stories.
Three documented cases. Hundreds of witnesses. Zero explanations that hold up under scrutiny.
The signal sometimes gets through. The heart sometimes remembers. The door should stay locked.
Phones last far longer than 12 hours when not being actively used.
The wife would end up getting close to the person who got the organs donated and ended up sleeping with them out of a warped sense of closure. The cynic in me wonders if she's the one making them suicidal, as some sort of black widow.
The story is just fake. Kids don't do that because of the "stranger danger" era.
Gather round for three campfire stories investigators cannot explain.
A dead man's phone calls thirty-five times in twelve hours, guiding rescuers through wreckage to his body. The phone battery should have died. The phone was never found.
A heart transplant patient inherits his donor's food cravings, handwriting, and wife. Thirteen years later, he kills himself the same way his donor did. Same method. Same location.
Two children knock on a car window asking for a ride home. Their eyes are solid black from edge to edge. They cannot enter without permission. The people who let them in never tell their stories.
Three documented cases. Hundreds of witnesses. Zero explanations that hold up under scrutiny.
The signal sometimes gets through. The heart sometimes remembers. The door should stay locked.
Phones last far longer than 12 hours when not being actively used.
The wife would end up getting close to the person who got the organs donated and ended up sleeping with them out of a warped sense of closure. The cynic in me wonders if she's the one making them suicidal, as some sort of black widow.
The story is just fake. Kids don't do that because of the "stranger danger" era.
We're having a fun decompressing night, be chilling.