Thrift Store Tales

Step inside the world of thrift stores… but beware, not everything is as it seems. In this episode, I dive into the weird, spooky, and downright haunted items I’ve accidentally brought home. From creepy dolls staring back at you in the middle of the night, to mysterious objects with stories that seem too strange to be real, these thrift store finds might just make you think twice before your next bargain hunt. I’ll share my personal experiences and how to spot the things that come with a little extra… supernatural baggage.

Whether you’re a thrifting fanatic, a paranormal enthusiast, or just here for a good story, these thrift store tales are sure to entertain… and maybe even spook you.

Have a story of your own? Email me at Letsgetweirdishpod@gmail.com 

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Think about the last time you bought something secondhand. Maybe it was a piece of furniture, a vintage jacket, an old mirror. You probably wondered who owned it before you, what their life was like, why they got rid of it, but you probably didn't wonder what they left behind. We like to believe that when something changes hands, its past, stays in the past. But what if that's not true? what if some objects don't just carry history, they carry something else entirely. I'm your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. Hello fellow weirdos. Obviously I have been slacking in the recording department. We have ball practice Monday through Thursday and life in between homeschooling, buying this house. I've barely had time to think much less record, and I apologize. But here we are. We're back. I am a thrifter. I love to go to Goodwill. I love to go to antique shops. I have found so many fun and cute finds for our house, for the kids' rooms, and now I'm kind of rethinking all of that. I've never saged anything before, but after reading some of these stories, I think I might, and you might wonder why I wanted to talk about any of this in the first place, since I do do all those things and, and, okay, we have our enclosed trailer that we pull, um, for the side by side. It has a couple of totes of Thrifted vines and our blue truck, the one that we pull the camper with, is slam packed. I've just been picking up stuff here and there over the last year, like, oh, that would look so cute in Reed's future room. That would look so cute in Stella's future room. This would look great in my non-existent kitchen. It's a problem. I understand, but I've slacked off quite a bit. And that that has, that has helped save some space. You know what I'm saying? But with that being said, last week I was at a thrift store in Hillsborough, Texas, and I've been there twice, both times. I have seen this doll the first time. It gave me the ick, but the kids were with me. I was distracted telling them, Hey, don't get too close to stuff. Don't touch this. Don't pick up glass. This last time I was by myself and I was walking down this aisle and it's really weirdly placed. Okay. Whoever this seller is for, this booth has old wooden things and not like wooden furniture. It's more like. Horse and stable things, you know what I'm saying? Like there was a saddle, um, there was this thing that clamps on a table with this little, I don't even know. I don't know, but I know you just can't visualize it. Like I can, but I don't have the words for it. But in the midst of all of this, there's a wooden high chair. Okay. And a stuffed doll that is sitting in the high chair slumped over with its head kind of down there is nothing special about this stuffed doll. It's oversized, it has big eyes and yarn hair. It's not a raggedy, and all the hair is yellow and the head is like big, think like. Cabbage patch style head, but stuffed and oversized. I was walking down the aisle and I just kept staring at it, and for some reason I was scared to death that it was gonna move. And if you're a thrifter or an antiquer, you know there are dolls everywhere and most of the time you don't even glance twice at them. But when I was walking past it. I shit you not. I was practically up against the shelves because the aisle was narrow. on my side, like scooting around the stall. Why? I don't know. They have cameras all in these places and they were probably watching me thinking that I had lost my mind. Okay. That I was just ridiculous. Okay. But I did not want to get close to it, so I get around it and I didn't even wanna turn my back to it. So I skedaddled a couple of steps away and then turned back to look at it. And it was weird because it obviously, the eyes aren't looking, they're not moving. It's a stuffed doll. The eye or the eyes fabric. I don't know. I almost took a picture to show y'all. Really, I almost took a picture, but then I got nervous to take a picture. All I could think about was Robert the doll. Do you know who Robert the doll is? Like you have to ask permission to take a picture of him or bad things happen to you. If you haven't heard of Robert the doll, please look that up. Also, ignore the train in the background. Anyway, back to the stall. I kept feeling like its eyes, which were kind of pointed down because the head was slumped over. Were gonna like just pop up, like the eyes were just gonna look up at me, or that the head was gonna pop up or that its arms were gonna move. Freaked me out. Could not get away from that side fast enough. That's the only time I've ever felt like that. I will say. The Goodwill in Eastland, Texas Best Goodwill. It's so tiny, but they always have good things. We've been there twice, right in Eastland Done jobs there. The first time we were there, which was a couple of years ago, there was this picture. I had to have it. I regretted not buying it. I saw it two different times I went in. It was this really. Really, I won't say big. It was a medium sized picture. It looked like it was painted, and it was a little girl and she had a little witches hat on and she was pushing a baby stroller with a kitten in it. I thought this picture was beautiful. And this was like when the trend was really big of people taking pictures from the thrift store and then turning them into Halloween pictures, painting little ghost or pumpkins on them. And I was like, this would be perfect in my non-existent house. Okay.'cause we had sold our other house by this time and I just, I wanted it, but I had nowhere to put it. I mean, I could have made it work. I could have taken it home and put it in our storage unit, but I wanted this picture, which is weird because sometimes you see something and you're like, oh, that's cute. I want that, and you get it. But it was like this picture was drawing me in. I didn't get it. I went back a week later and it was still there and I went and I never touched it, which is weird to me because I always pick stuff up. I'm like, oh, this is cute. I pick it up, I look at the back of it. I look at the frame. I look to see if things were painted, if it was a print, but I never would touch it. even checking out my other items, I kept looking at this picture and I was like, I. Love that picture. I want it. I need it. But I never would touch it and put it in my buggy. And so like two days later I decided, okay, I'm going back to get it. I'm gonna get it. And it was gone. But I have never had an item that just pulled me to it like that. Was it a blessing in disguise that I didn't get it? Maybe, but I do wish I had a picture of that to show you too. So as I've been thinking about all of this, I followed thrifting pages on TikTok on Facebook, and somebody the other day said that they thought they had accidentally bought a haunted object. And that got me thinking, how many people does this actually happen to? So you know where we went. Go ahead and say it with me. We went to Reddit and the stories blew my mind. And one thing I can say that I'm super weird about is I usually. Don't even bother to look at antique mirrors. I have seen some stunning ones that would look gorgeous, but there is something about a mirror, you know, what do they say? That a mirror is a portal and you're not supposed to face a mirror directly in front of your bed. All of the things, I follow that advice, but I've passed up some stunning mirrors for this reason, and you might too after you hear a couple of these stories. If you're a thrifter or an antiquer, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. Okay. There's some booths you walk by and you're like, Hmm, I'm not even going in there. You just get the vibe, you know? And yeah, I'm already sensitive, but sometimes you just be knowing like, mm-hmm. Can't go in there. No girl, don't do it. So here is our first story. This is from the Reddit thread paranormal, and it is a subreddit. It says, please share any of your haunted items that you have come across or bought, and the user was deleted. It says, I don't know all the details about the situation. My aunt bought some little cubby wall shelves for her kitchen about a month ago. They came from the family of a woman who had just died. The family was selling literally everything she owned, including digging up plants in the yard to sell them. anyways, my aunt bought the shelves and brought them home. A few days later, she woke up and found three scratches on her arm. They've had some happenings in their house, but this was the first physical event. My aunt and uncle think that someone didn't want her to have those shelves. Now I also love going to estate sales, so I mean, I guess it doesn't have to just be a secondhand store. I'm. All up in the estate sales. I think it's so much fun, and not only do I go to buy things, I like to go see people's houses. I'm nosy. Me, my sister-in-law and her mother-in-law actually went to one in Waco, uh, about a month and a half, two months ago. Probably longer than that. I don't know. I don't remember. we went to this estate sale and this house was still stuck in the seventies and it was a legit seventies party house. It was the coolest house I think I've ever been in. Shag carpet and all the wallpaper. They had this massive pool, massive hot tub, massive bar room. It looked like there was probably semen. A stain in the carpet pro that I shouldn't have said that. But what I, what I'm telling you is this house was the party house, okay? Like this would've been the house that you wanted all your friends to go to with you back in the gap. It was amazing. But I love doing stuff like that. I think it is so much fun though. If you ever wanna go to an estate sale with me, call me. Let's go. I wanna know how everybody has lived their life. This next one is also from a deleted user. My grandma is a devout Jehovah's Witness and always buys secondhand books, ornaments, et cetera. One time she bought something, I forgot what it was. But she told me that when she was laying in bed at night, the bed would bounce up and down while my grandpa laid asleep beside her not knowing what was happening. Such a man, they can sleep through anything. Then a black shadow appeared at the bottom of the bed holding her legs down. She said she was working in the kitchen one day and all of the cover doors flew open. She ran into the living room in a panic and then was pushed from one side of the room to the other. she said she shouted for God, and it stopped. that scared me so bad. I never go near that house. She still lives there, but hasn't reported anything else as she tossed a lot of that stuff out. So I think many of the ghost or entities attached from the previous owner of her things have gone. This one is from Prague Rock Fan, 1978. At the Goodwill on South Hill in Palop, Washington. You know I probably said that wrong. I walked through the toys when this old, ugly female doll goes, look at me. Look at me. I picked it up. No batteries scared the crap out of me. And they said I was the third person. This had happened to that day. Nah, nah fam. I don't do dolls. I don't do, I don't do weird dolls. Okay. But I did once. So Cracker Barrel, you know they always have, or they may not anymore. They had the old porcelain looking dolls. They were new obviously, but you know what I'm talking about. Well, my nana and granddaddy would take us to Cracker Barrel when we would go on vacation with them. And there was this doll and she had brown ringlet curls, and I'm pretty sure her eyes were brown. Maybe, I don't know, very out of character for me, but I threw a freaking fit for this doll. I never threw fits with my nana, okay? Not my nana. Nancy would not do it. She is a thug. She's a gangster. I would've got my ass tore up, and I actually think I did because I threw such a big fit. She ended up going back in there without me knowing and buying this doll for me for Christmas. And my mom wouldn't let me bring it home, so it stayed upstairs at my nana's house and I would write little notes and hide'em under her dress. What was I writing? I don't remember. And why I hid them there, no clue. But later on I brought this doll home to my mom's house when I was a teenager, my mom hated this thing. Hated it, and then I would put it in the chair in the side, and I had a friend who swore they saw the same move, but I never got any creepy vibes off of it. It was just weird. But never bought another one. I don't know. I digress. this one is from Ben Micin, 74. A high school classmate and her mom bought a Saint Anthony figurine at a thrift shop. The figurine would move on its own and would always face the wall. We even put it in a cupboard facing out and after a couple of hours we cracked it to check and see if it was facing the wall, and it was, It scared the shit out of us when we were teenagers. Yeah, I bet it did. This one is from CO CT three. Ann. Well, what is up with some of these names? I just can't even, I can't even understand. not haunted per se. However, one of my exes bought this painting at a thrift store. It was a woman with a falcon on her shoulder. The thing was massive and her eyes followed you when you walked around the room. He hung it above the tv and after a few weeks it started appearing in my dreams and even continued long after we broke up. This one is from Pigment Tree. I do have stories of odd experiences at thrift stores. I was at a saver's thrift store with my boyfriend and we were walking past the toy section. And one of the dolls just fell off the shelf right in front of us when we were walking by. I just picked it up and put it back and continued on. Then the only other weird experience I had was at a different saver's location. I was looking at some paintings and there were couches and recliners in that section. Well, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an older blonde woman sitting on one of the recliners. It didn't feel right. Because I didn't remember seeing a blonde woman near me before I started looking at the paintings. So I turned and looked back at the couch and there was nobody there. Also, no blonde woman in the vicinity. Lady just wanted to stay with her chair. Okay. Sometimes they're just that comfortable. This one is from Aaron Kelly's Bones. I bought a very old painting of a boy at an antique mall. I found him hanging behind a large hutch and the woman didn't even know she had it. We worked at a price and I own him. Now he's hanging up over my sofa and I swear his facial expressions change every once in a while. I also have one of two little girls that my mother is absolutely terrified of. I need this person to take a picture. Of this, this painting, of this little boy. and then if she notices that it changes, she should have taken another picture, because I need proof. I wanna see this for myself. This one is from a deleted user. I bought this really old, extremely heavy mirror with a wood carved frame. The glass is really thick and beveled, The mirrored part of it is crackled foil type paper behind the glass. I guess that's how they used to be made. It was behind a bar near Tombstone, Arizona. I bought it, brought it home, and nothing has been calm since extreme paranormal activity. I don't know how much of it was brought by the mirror itself, but I 100% believe that it, for a lack of a better word, activates whatever is in a home or property. I've had psychics bring it up to me on multiple occasions. They ask me about a mirror to get rid of it immediately. They always have differing views on how to get rid of it. It's dangerous for others who are unaware, and I don't want that bad karma. Plus, it's beautiful and hard to part with baby you, you crazy. Get rid of it. Anyway, after I felt I had PTSD from all the activity brought from it, I had to cover it up and put it in the basement. I'm currently trying to sell it to someone who knows how to handle such items. I don't wanna toss it in the trash. I feel someone would take it and open Pandora's box. Again, it's like an amplifier of some sort. It weakens the vibrations of the house until extreme instability arises. It's been in six homes in 10 years. Activity starts when the mirror is displayed. If anyone has an outlet for the disposal of such an item, please share. Also, SAGE does nothing to this item. This is why we don't buy mirrors. Okay, don't do it. This one is from Howling Mad. 4, 4, 4, 4. I bought a small dog, plushy from a thrift store. Fur all matted. It has seen better days, but something drew me to it and I didn't know what. Then two days later it started. Every time I looked in its eyes, I would get this huge feeling of sadness, not normal sadness, like, oh, poor little stuffy, But sadness, that makes me want to cry. Honestly, I don't know what to do with the plushy now. Keep it, but out of sight in a box or what? No, you take it back. Take it back to the thrift store. This one is from computer says no. And this one is under the thread of anyone have experiences with cursed objects. Me and my wife were sitting up one night watching TV in the living room. When we heard Clear as Day, help me come from the corner of the room. Y'all like that sound effect? Mm-hmm. That was good. Kind of low gravelly tone of someone who is begging to be put out of the misery, like that genetic abomination in Alien three. I haven't seen that. We both heard the same thing. We looked at each other in semi disbelief. I went over to where the noise came from and it was a doll that speaks when you squeeze its hand or pull its leg or whatever. This was years ago. Anyway. It had a few stock phrases and needless to say, help me wasn't one. I activated its voice many times while I stood there bewildered and went through whatever the three or four phrases were in order over and over, and it never deviated. The doll had been given to me as a hand me down from a friend who has a child a couple of years older than our son. Now said, child is a bit odd and so is his dad. So whether that had anything to do with the possessed doll, I don't know. I threw it in the trash and nothing more came of it. But it's an odd experience I will never forget and no bullshit. This actually happened. I'm believe you. Yuck. Let's stop buying the dolls and the mirrors. Okay. Unless that's your thing. Unless you'd like creepy, haunted things, then go for it. Tell us about it though. This one is from Tyrant de Chain 19. Mm-hmm. Y'all know I'm just doing my best. Okay. I'm doing my best over here. This says, I wish I had a picture of it, but my grandma brought over a voodoo doll from Panama. I brought it home at the request of my grandpa, and that thing was never where I put it when I left for work. Mm-hmm. Take that back to your grandpa, baby. Why are you gonna let him? Do you like that? This is from the thread. Are cursed objects real? Have you ever experienced any extreme bad luck from these objects? Kind secret two nine. Nine four says, do haunted dolls count. last year I went antique shopping at this flea market, kind of a place in town near mine during a stressful time in my life. So I was trying to get my mind off the worries for a while. One of the things I found was a doll plastic, and it looked like it was from the 1940s or fifties. It had a handmade dress in shoes, and her hair looked and felt more real and glued to her scalp with a wig cap that looked like it was cut from an old flower sack. That's freaky. Her tiny teeth were sculpted separately and inside her mouth, and it looked like some kind of composite material inside of her head. For some reason, I was smitten and decided to buy her. Since I enjoy making things like doll clothes, I should note that I was carrying the doll around in rooms where there was a lot of old stuff. Particularly a really quiet room full of furniture that felt extremely creepy. Looking back, something might have attached itself to the doll, but I'm not sure. Once I got home, I decided to work on cleaning up the doll, washing her hair, re curling it to get the frizz out. Girl, what is wrong with you? You are crazy. I'm not judging though, just a tad. Anyway. With her hair pin and curls. I stood her on my dresser to completely dry, which is near my bed that another fricking train. I apologize, y'all. I apologize. That first night trying to go to sleep, I just could not stop thinking about the doll no matter how hard I tried. I would try to think of other things, but it's almost like the doll was forcing my mind to think of it. That's the best way I can describe the feeling. When I finally got to sleep, I kept having the most random and rapid dreams, almost like fever dreams, but in the midst of them, I remember seeing the doll and it said its name was Sybil Uhuh. No, no, no. I'm dipping. I would NI would dip. I have no idea where that name could have come from. In my mind, it felt very out there. Day two. Whenever I would walk into my room, I kept seeing dark shadows dashed by the corner of my eyes. As I mentioned before, I was dealing with a lot of stress, and at first I believed it was making me see things, but while taking the doll's pin curls out and smoothing her hair, I was looking into her eyes when I felt a sudden sharp jab of pain in my lower back. I got a super uneasy feeling and set the doll back on my dresser that night. I had the same rapid flurry dreams, waking up, feeling drained the next morning, and again, I could not stop thinking about the doll day three. This was a breaking point for me That night, not only could I not stop thinking of the doll, my whole body started uncontrollably shaking. I do not do drugs. I don't drink. I don't do anything that would make me shiver like that. The room wasn't cold, but I just had this horrible feeling of dread, knowing the doll was behind me. I had to leave my room and go downstairs until the shaking would stop, which took almost an hour later that day. I went to visit my mom, who was in the hospital during that time, which is the reason I was so stressed. When I told her about how I was feeling about the doll, the dreams I was having and the shivering, she immediately got a bad feeling and told me I needed to get rid of it. When I returned home, I decided to seal the doll with incense, telling whatever was attached to it to stay with the doll wherever it went, packaged it into a box, and gave it to a thrift store in the next town. As soon as it was out of the house, my room felt lighter. no more seeing shadows out of the corner of my eyes. I was able to sleep fine that night. I don't know if that doll is still at the thrift store or not, but I'm in no hurry to go see. I believe whatever was attached to it might have been feeding off the stress and anxiety that I was feeling at that time. I'm glad I got rid of it when I did. Uh, yeah, I would say so. Next thing you would've known, it would've been running through your house in the middle of the night. This one is from the thread. Has anyone out there had an experience with haunted items, specifically jewelry? This is from runs Like a girl. I bought a mixed lot of used clothing at an estate sale to resell via my eBay and vintage clothing business when I got them home and had a chance to look through them. I found that there was a pair of pants that just gave off the worst energy. I didn't like to touch them. I didn't like to look at them. There was just something seriously off about them. They were strange looking too. So I did some research and determined they were actually World War I soldiers britches. Once I realized that, I realized the rust spot spattered throughout the pants very well could have been spattered blood. It probably was. Okay, let's be honest. I sold the pants on eBay, I think for$25 or so with explanation that they were creeping me out and I wanted them gone. I couldn't wait for those pants to be shipped out. seriously, it felt like the energy of the room lightened. So I guess, long story short, if something has a creepy vibe, you'll feel it right away. See, this makes me question, I just, I just feel like I need to go and take all the shit that I bought and just fucking, I mean, freaking just give it back. I'm gonna go give it back. Maybe I should just get a booth at an antique store and just put it all in there. I'm probably not,'cause I've worked hard finding this stuff. Y'all. Very hard finding these things, but Kylie, maybe I should sage the truck and the trailer. I've never used Sage. I don't even know how to do that. I'm gonna call Amber, you know what? I'm gonna call Amber or Danielle and make them do it. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. Amber. Danielle, if y'all listening, I need y'all's help. Okay. Because I'm kind of semi panicking. But only semi because you know, I'm just gonna go sit in the truck and be like, yo, Hanks, you cannot come with me. Exit. Please make your exit, please. That's what I'm gonna do first, and then I'm gonna make them come. Sage, everything. Mm-hmm. This one is from Brianne 1 23. Not with jewelry, but we used to have this old mirror. Okay. Do y'all hear this again? Mirror? That would make our dogs go absolutely crazy. We could show them their reflections. We could show them their reflections in other mirrors, and they wouldn't care at all, but this one mirror sent them into a frenzy. They would even bark and attack the backside of it. Couldn't even see the reflection in it. I don't know what was wrong with it, but we threw it out pretty quick. Something was taunting your dogs from the inside of that mirror. Ma'am, This is from the thread anti tickers. Have you ever encountered haunted objects over the years? I believe I've recently encountered some based. Miss Lippy says my mom owned her own antique resale business in the nineties. We had a new construction house that was built over a totally new plot of land, which really doesn't mean anything. Y'all just'cause you're moving in a new house on new nice land means nothing.'cause guess what? Land is not new. It is old and it should be happening. Okay? This land's been here a long time. Anyway, everything was quiet and happy in the house for a couple of years until she started using it as a showroom. In place to keep some of the overflow items from her shop. Shit got weird in our house when it was filled with the antiques that said, I know now that it's best to buy new. Even if I want to get an antique item, I will offer a new one instead. Because of that experience, it's just, I feel so torn though new stuff isn't made like the old stuff. Y'all email me, tell me your feelings on it, please. Also, I do appreciate all the emails that I have gotten. I love hearing y'all stories and cannot wait to do another listener's episode, but if you don't even wanna be on the episode and you wanna email me your opinions on things, please do. I love hearing from y'all. But anyway, here we go. This is from the thread. Anyone have any antique ghost shop stories? I read that backwards. Anyone have any antique shop ghost stories like the things they bought at a thrift shop or antique store that had something attached to it? This is from presentation number 87 45 in the late sixties. My sister had a job at an antique shop. An old writing desk came in one day and she was dusting it. A young man walked up to her and she assumed it was a customer as he was wearing a velvet jacket with a Lacey Jabot. Uh, I don't know. Anyway, it says, which was fashionable at the time. Think Austin Powers. So is that like the Lacey collar that Austin Powers would wear Shag Me baby. And then what he would say, I used to watch those movies all the time. Dr. Evil was my favorite and mini me. Anyway, she asked him if she could help him and he ignored her and walked past. That was when she noticed that his legs faded out around the knees and he appeared to be walking backwards even though he was moving forward. What? My sister never believed in the supernatural, but was adamant that she had seen this. We used to share a bedroom, and for months after this experience, she would suffer from night terrors and sleepwalking. Yikes. This is from the thread. Have you ever encountered a genuine cursed artifact painting or object? Kara one, YN said, uh, that supposed to be a play on Carolyn. Y'all be doing too much, not me, but a friend of mine lives in his family's old farmhouse, which has been owned by them going on two to three generations now. He says Up in the attic there is an old painting of a woman that has been there from before. His family owned it. While the attic is in typical condition of a 150 to 200 year old home, there is never any dust on her painting and no one is allowed to touch it or disturb her. Nope. This is from Wide Range 51. I recently thrifted an old painting that throws itself off the wall. The sensor lights also go off a lot by themselves since buying the painting, nothing too drastic yet, yet is the key word, boo. This is from Carpenter's Glue. My mother purchased an Afghan from a yard sale. How many of y'all be buying blankets from yard sales? Okay. I always look at the quilts. This has this story, has me rethinking that. Anyway, kept it in the spare room. Every single person who stayed in that spare room said the same super creepy things were happening at night. Like exactly the same story. People who stayed over years in between who didn't even know each other in between all of this happening as a kid. I rebelled against my family's wishes and got a pet rabbit. My sisters and my room were connected. She turned out to be allergic to the rabbit, so until I could find another home for the rabbit, I stayed in the spare bedroom with it. Now, I was woken up a few times during the night, but always just assumed it was my rabbit doing silly rabbit stuff. But after the same thing happening night after night, I got all the way up and looked at my rabbit. She wasn't doing anything. She was sleeping. So it honestly took me years to put the two and two together. But it was exactly the same thing other guests had said would happen. My mom threw away the Afghan and it never happened again. Mm. No. So now I won't be, I just, I just, I am torn. I want the things, not the Afghans, but the quilts. Y'all know I'm a quilter. I'm a sewist, I be making quilted makeup bags and, and, and all the things, and I make quilts. And so I love buying old quilts and I love to hand quilt my quilts. And so I love getting hand quilted quilts, but should I probably not, will I? Probably, oh fuck. This one is from Trick Magazine, 29 31. I bought an old mirror for me and a creepy doll for my sister. She loves them. The creepier the better. I put the stuff in the back of the SUV, got in and started the hour plus drive home. As soon as I got in and buckled up, it felt like something terrible was in the back, like hovering and breathing on me. I was terrified. The whole drive, looking in the mirror, waiting for this doll to come at me. I regretted buying that doll. I called my sister and told her to meet me at my house and get that doll out of my car. I wasn't touching it again, she did, and I was relieved. I took my mirror in and hung it on the wall with my other antique mirrors going up the stairs. The next time I walked up the stairs, the closer I got to that mirror, I got the feeling of terror all over again. It wasn't the doll that was evil, it was the mirror. I threw a towel over it called my sister and she took it to put in the car for me, completely wrapped in a towel. We were driving to find somewhere to get rid of it. I didn't wanna donate it and have someone else get that evil thing. We saw a guy having a garage sale and stopped. I saw something I wanted and told him about the haunted mirror in my car. He said he would trade me. Thank God he knew upfront and I was relieved that I wasn't pushing that thing on an unsuspecting person. I even asked him if he was going to sell it, make sure the buyer knew. I wonder to this day, if anything horrible happened to that guy. I warned him, but I still feel wrong.'cause I don't know if he gave some other unsuspecting person. This next one has a picture with it, and you know y'all already know. This is why I read y'all the thread names and the person's names, because I'm not tech savvy. I don't know how to link these things. This is from the same thread. have any of you encountered a genuine curse to artifact painting or object? This is from genitalia? No, this is from genitalia. Oh my God. It's spelled J-E-N-N-A-T-E-L-L-Y-A. So genitalia. That is okay. That was pretty good. Genitalia's 70. I used to volunteer for a thrift store that was created to help fund a children's hospice. That is so sweet. We only accepted donations during business hours. We did not have a drop off box. One morning as we arrived at work, we found a big painting left beside the back door. It was called Mother with Child or something like that. It had a beautiful gold frame on the back. Someone had written a full page about this painting, almost like a warning. It stated that the couple who dropped it off had recently found it themselves. Their little girl kept telling them the baby in the painting would crawl around her bedroom at night and the mother would cry and call for her. The husband decided to sleep in the living room one night to see if he could experience this for himself. Indeed, the baby would crawl out of the painting and the mother would cry. Murder, murder. The family was afraid to destroy the artwork, so they instead dumped it on us. We took the letter off, put the painting out on the floor, and kept quiet about what we were told. I was scared to even touch it hardly, but I did take pictures. I don't know how to post them, but I'm going to try. Okay, so this, this painting, it's like, it's a very ornate gold frame and it looks to be, it's kind of grainy in hues of I don't know, it, it looks like some painting and some charcoal, but it's done in pinks and browns maybe. And it's, um, a mom just like holding her newborn or her baby skin to skin. But it's very artsy, fary, you know what I'm saying? Like it, it's very tasteful. this is from, has been verified. No. This one is from, has been verified, literally fried. I met a lady at a nursing home where I worked who like most had been placed there when her health took a downturn. She was the youngest person there, but I did not think as to why, because after all, somebody has to be the youngest. Right? I'm losing my voice. As I got to know her, she talked a lot about her past one day. She spoke of a trip to Hawaii, after which everything changed. while she would never say it outright as the cause of her health problems, she wish she would have quote, not taking that damn rock end quote. I had heard of cursed rocks before, so I Googled it and sure enough, tourist in Hawaii. Hi y'all. This voice tour in Hawaii are urged not to take rocks as souvenirs. There's even a website with info about sending them back through the mail. What the hell? There is also a message board with people's stories of how their bad looks started and then stopped once they returned the rocks. Unfortunately, the lady I knew did not know about returning the rock to end her misfortune. I asked her what she did with it, and she told me it was probably the worst thing she could have done. But one day she grew increasingly frustrated with her life and smashed it to dust with a hammer. She swept it up and threw it in the trash. She's been dead a few years now, but she was only in her sixties. I've never heard of this. Have y'all ever heard of this, that it's bad luck to take rocks from Hawaii and to have a website on how you can return them? That's insane. This one is from Quadra Memes. My mom is an avid garage sale shopper. One day she came back with a wine stopper that had a carved and painted goblin sitting on top of it. It was squatting and had a vicious toothy grin. I asked her why she bought it. She didn't even drink. She said she didn't know she saw it and had to have it While I was saying it was creepy and we should get rid of it, it started rolling across the table towards me. Like someone flicked it with their fingers. We put it in a jar, taped the lid shut, and took it down to the dumpster immediately. 30 years later, and I still don't like thinking about this, this one is from Kick Space Rock 73. I wouldn't call it cursed, but I once bought an old sickle. At an antique store that started giving off a boogie monster feel. When I got home. I say sickle, I think about like a, like what is it? Death and his little sickle, isn't that what it's called? I hadn't noticed anything spooky about the store, and it was so rusted with a dry rotted handle that it looked about as dangerous as a paperweight. But before long, I realized I didn't like to turn my back on it. It was having thoughts about serial killers and dark spirits that I couldn't shake off. So I put it on the porch in fresh air and sunlight, salted the heck out of it, and left it there overnight and well into the next day. I still have it and have not had a problem since. Huh? Maybe all these other people should have salted their mirrors. This one is from a deleted user. I snuck into an abandoned house near me years ago and found a picture in black and white. I don't know why, but I had a feeling I should take it. So I did that night. I had a dream of that day, but something was watching me from the distance in a room. I couldn't go in. This happened a lot until I returned the picture and before leaving the house, I saw someone standing in the window and I ran all the way home and never went back. I actually walked by recently and the house was torn down, but the memories flooded back. If you're wondering what was in the picture, it was a family but dressed from the eighties and one guy in the picture wasn't smiling and just looked creepy. I, This one is from Source Special, 89 49. I got a key from an old thrift store. Normally, I don't like buying things besides clothes because I feel like they pick up a lot of energy, but I just couldn't walk away from it For some reason, I brought it home and started instantly having nightmares about someone chasing me down a hallway and banging on my bedroom door. They got to the point that I was having anxiety. Opening my bedroom door to walk into the rest of my apartment. So I threw it in the river right down the street. I still feel like whatever was making me feel that way is with me. this is from Beepy bl blob. I've never had problems until this one time I got an old mirror. You hear that mirror from a flea market. It started on the way home when I already didn't feel as excited as I would've anticipated after such a catch. It's really pretty and old. I didn't think much of it at home. I didn't feel like putting it up somewhere. I brushed it off and hung it, but it just didn't feel right. It had such a weird and creepy energy. It made me feel sad, uneasy, heavy. Just dark energies to the point that I got up from my bed to remove it for good. At that point, I didn't even feel easy touching it. I didn't feel okay to pass it on either, so it went straight to the bin. Instant relief, very interesting experience. I cannot explain what happened, but ever since, I don't shop a lot on flea markets or thrift stores anymore, and generally I am way more attentive when choosing what I take in. And this is our last story. This is from reference much 2193. I purchased a gorgeous buffet off marketplace. I've done that. It had been the seller's grandmothers. The first night at my house, my husband and I were sitting at the table in the damn dining room chair, captain's chair, slid out from under the table as easy as you please, and then slid right back into its proper place. We both stared at each other in disbelief, never had any more issues, and we lived in our 100-year-old house for seven years now, and nothing unusual at all. Just the one thing. Maybe she was telling you she approved fa, like she was just glad that somebody was getting good use of it. You know? I don't know. I don't know. But it makes me question my life because thrifting is one of my favorite things to do. Seriously. I love it. I love to go. I love to be there. I love to touch the things. I love to pick up the things. I like to go to estate sales. I love to go to Goodwill. I found some good shit, man. Some real good shit. I found a vase for 20 cents one time that's worth$300. You know, you should be finding stuff and this is depressing. Anyway, do any of y'all like to thrift? Let me know. We should go on an adventure together and if not. I probably don't start because this has me rethinking all of my life choices. But as always, you already know what to do. 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