`mak5158` [Thread]

Some stories I've told before. Others I haven't. Some I manage to forget
until something awakens it, like a beast on the dark.

I worked for a campus police department while in college. I used to hang
around the office between classes, because why not? One day, the chief
comes in and asks if he can get a plinclothes search party for this kid
that hadn't been seen in two days. Sure, I says, and all thirty of us
spread out in pairs to search. While near the south corner of campus,
we're looking in bushes near buildings and in some access paths, normal
passed-out drunk locations, and I see this guy staring at me while
standing on a landscaping wall. Fuckin weird. Mention it to my partner,
and he's all 'think about it later, we gotta search. Eventually, we come
to the other side of that wall, and the chief comes over the radio,
calling off the search. After so many hours, we're giving up. My actual
shift started a number of hours later, and I'm immediately pulled aside
for a security shift. It's at the exact place where I was when the
search was canceled. I arrived in time to see the man from the wall
being carted into an ambulance. He had fallen off the wall after
drunkenly climbing it two days before. My partner and I swore we
wouldn't say shit about what we'd seen.

Another time, same job. This university has a nuclear reactor used for
research. Since its output is supposedly weapons grade material, it has
pretty tight security hooked up to the system at the dispatch desk
including audiovisual surveillance and motion and vibration sensors. One
day I'm chilling with the dispatcher on a night shift because I've got a
spare hour and a motion sensor goes off in the control room. Nothing
appears on the video. Dispatcher grumbles at "that damn cat". Sure
enough, in the breakroom next to control a cat walks out of a wall, sits
on the table for a second then vanishes. Over the course of the next 10
minutes we watch as alarm after alarm activates, including one labeled
"reactor pool" usually accompanied by video of a cat. I watch amazed as
the dispatcher calls the unit sitting outside the reactor and reports
that "Schrödinger is at it again". A grumpy full time cop walks through
the building, clearing room after room, including a few with a cat
watching. He reports all clear. No cats.

Another I've told before. \[–\]mak5158 29 points 5 months ago I moved
into a new house over the winter. My first actual house I've owned on my
own, so I was pretty stoked. And we just had our second kid just a week
before signing, so we're excited to get her room remodeled for her.
Walls painted, floors redone, making this house ours. Of course we set
up a baby monitor first thing, as the children's rooms are on the
opposite side of the house. At first there were no issues. Baby didn't
enjoy the room during the day, she'd stare at the walls as if she didn't
like the pale purple paint. We painted them a nice orange that weekend.
We also got a cat. That's when things started getting weird. The cat and
the baby now had no problem with the room in the day. Our daughter was
too young to do much other than be calm or fuss, but the cat was old
enough to be a bit more expressive. All day she'd stare at the southeast
corner of the room. At night she'd arch her back and hiss, as if
threatened. We'd start hearing faint noises like talking over the
monitor at night, but never loud or clear enough to make out. I'm
nothing if not a logical man. That corner had an old dresser that was
rescued from an old Army hotel when it closed. Perhaps the cat could
sense old smells it didn't like. There was also the entrance to the
crawlspace under that corner on the outside, so a lot of wires entered
through there. Both children and small animals are sensitive to
electromagnetic radiation. I went under the house and removed about 100
feet of extraneous wiring from Tue previous owner's satellite TV, and
rewired that section of the house to eliminate possible interference and
replace old wires with shielded cable. We also moved the dresser. Just
in case. But the noises didn't stop. They grew more frequent. The cat
refused to go in the room during the day. It would sit awake in the crib
all night, body between the baby and the rest of the room, eyes locked
to that corner, occasionally growling or hissing. We stopped letting our
son have his radio on at night, in case we were hearing that. As we met
our neighbors we would ask if they had any small children, but none had
baby monitors of their own. We installed an alarm system, and I took to
keeping my favorite rifle loaded by the bed. Occasionally the alarm
would claim our daughter's window would open, but no alarm would sound
and we'd find it secure when checked. We ran out of explanations. We
began letting our daughter sleep with us so she could get better rest.
For lack of a better option, I continued renovation. We finished the
bathroom, started on other rooms, but didn't do any more in the nursery.
Out of a morbid curiosity, we left the baby monitor on at night. The
noises still happened, but with that room being unused, they sounded
almost sad. After a week or so without any use of that room whatsoever,
I was lying awake after a long day at work, watching an episode of
Bones. Out of nowhere, clear as day, a woman's voice comes over the
monitor and calmly says "It's okay. I'm leaving now." The monitor
clicked off. We've had no problems since. I talked to my wife about it,
and we recalled one phrase the old owners said during the closing. They
had their third kid and the house wasn't big enough anymore. We had
noticed a fair amount of construction material they left behind. "Well
we had thought of an addition" she said looking at her husband, "but
then there was that thing..." They didn't make much eye contact after
that.

TL;DR: Dead guy shows me where he died. Schrodinger's Cat plays in
nuclear reactor. Baby Monitor and the Lady.

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