After leaving a comment on one of Liv’s post about my old “psychic” phone (in which I will explain in further detail), I started remembering other peculiar things I have witnessed or experienced in the past. Here’s a list of the only ones I can remember so far:
THE PSYCHIC PHONE: I had received my very first cell phone when I was around 17 years old. A few months later, I started to notice that every time I called a landline telephone number, I could usually hear what’s going on on the other end before the person accepted the phone call. If the person was calling me, I can also hear them as well before answering it. The novelty of this phone was confirmed when I told one of my friends to start singing something on the phone while he tried to call me. As soon I pressed the “answer” key, I continued to sing the song from where he left off which freaked him out.
I’ve always wished I could call somebody and hear them say “Ugh, it’s Tiff, she’s so goddamn annoying,” only to have them answer the phone just to hear me yell “Bitch I knew you was talkin smack about me!” *CLICK*
Of course, it never happened. Instead, I would usually hear people coughing, clearing their throats or objects being moved around. Also, I don’t remember it working on cell phones. Mainly because flip phones were prevalent at the time, and these damn flips phones with their flippity floppity covers were insusceptible to the powers of psychic phone!
DROP DEAD TWIRLIN’ MIRROR: My older sister gave me a really tall and heavy three-way mirror once and to give you a better idea of what it looked like, it was at least a feet taller than me (I’m 5’5) and it looked really similar to the one in this picture:
Right off the bat, the mirror had already given me the major creeps. It use to be in my bedroom; it stood right up against a wall, next to my drawers. I barely had it for about a month, when I woke up one morning to a big ass three-way mirror laying down on the ground. Wow, it tipped over, no big deal right? You would think that, but after getting a closer look at it, the mirror–the side of the ACTUAL glass reflection–was facing up.
So it didn’t just tip over. It had to turn around 180 degrees and then fall over. With a mirror like mine, it would take a lot of effort to make that happen because of it’s weight and the placement of it. Basically, you’d have to pull the mirror a few feet away from the wall it was leaning up against, turn it around and then knock it over. Also, one side of the mirror shattered into pieces due to the impact.
I’ve always wondered what really caused it to fall over on the wrong side and it bothers me that I’ll never know what really happened. So I’ll just imagine that it decided to faint or drop dead in a dramatic fashion because it didn’t want to be a mirror anymore. It gave up.
LITTLE BROTHER: Thankfully, this did not happen directly to me but it happened in the house that I’m currently still living in. One of my older brothers decided to invite a few of his friends over just to hang out during the afternoon. When they were finally getting ready to head out, I overhead an exchange between my brother and one of his lady friends:
Lady friend: “Hey, I saw your little brother in your backyard. Why didn’t you introduce me to him?”
Brother: “Um, I don’t have a little brother.”
Well, that’s all for now. Hope you all have a good night’s sleep!