The Haunted Toys R Us
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Turns out when battery voltage gets low (but not yet dead) this can happen in a circuit. I swapped out the batteries and our ghost never came back. Not surprised to hear it happening in a store where stock just sits there for a long time.
Pretty creepy though to hear that when you are lying in bed
I had forgotten my son bought the Nintendo Talking Flower: https://www.nintendo.com/au/products/talking-flower/ Usually his door is closed when he leaves but that day it had been left open.
Which is to say, nowadays we have some toys that spontaneously speak in the middle of the day with no input too, by design. It didn't "freak me out" or anything, it was clearly an electronic sound from a speaker. Did make me ponder the idea of leaving some sort of speaker with a software-defined-radio wired into the mains so I could do a drive by of my old house a few years later and start transmitting things into it around Halloween or something, though.
https://danelectro.com/product/1960s-vintage-battery/
https://jhspedals.info/products/volture?srsltid=AU7gw4VF4W_4...
At least that's the story I've read online a few times about the bass sound on Sir Psycho Sexy having to do with the dying battery on the pedal.
And, of course, just a little bit before DSP and simulators become available (or feasible for mainstream availability), those of us who were playing as teenagers in the 90s often got weird sounds on account of trying to juice the last bit of the batteries in our pedals. I love it that some among the current generation of kids like to simulate tape hiss, dying batteries, and other things we'd suffer then :)
At the time: ME ALSO SCARED.
The manager not so.
I got rehired due to the lack of staff and got put on entertainment. Guitar Hero had just came out and I got called up by their parents complaining for not letting their son win.
The store was on the skirts of a rich area which encouraged a lot of rich entitled parents.
Other antics were in the bike isle where I let a kid ride a bike who then rode it in to the board-game shelf. I didn't get rehired the next Christmas.
Good times.
the worst is calling into doctor - a mix of terrible music and all kinds of nonsense like flu season advice piped into your brain.
It is like the audio equivalent of "helpful" tip popups with no [X] don't remind me again or even (X) to dismiss
Pure evil.
This made me feel young again and part of the Zeitgeist. Someone else thinks of "That's Incredible!" and "Real People" all the time as well!
I remember driving up on the lot, for some reason, sometime long after it had closed its doors for good. There was one lighted feature still glowing inside: a fluorescent display comprised of several tubes in blue and yellow, bent into this wavy form. Just glowing away...
I went back up there, now and again, for several years until I moved out of the area. As far as I can remember, that display was always on, still lighting that empty space no one ever visited. It's been over a decade since I last saw that place, but for all I know, it might still be there, glowing away...
The USA: Here's a haunted toy shop that opened ten years ago.
The USA: "See, there once was this weird Janitor..."
Although to be fair, "it was built on an indian graveyard" was a gift that kept on giving alot ;)
https://www.nyshistoricnewspapers.org/?a=d&d=sfcn19600623-01...
https://www.fireislandnews.com/history/long-islands-native-a...
Me: My city is old - maybe 250 years old
Him: My city's a thousand years old
He wasn't Swiss, but:
https://www.chur.graubuenden.ch/en/chur-oldest-city-switzerl...
It was pretty wild to me going to a toy store that was itself older than America.
Oxford: On the main road through the centre is an old tower, the Carfax Tower, 11th century so 900 years old. You can sit in the churchyard outside that tower and have a coffee and pastry. People have been stopping for a while outside that tower for a long time. It is nice on a sunny day towards evening when the warmth of the stones staves off the chill from the rivers.
Chester: Pop into Superdrug on Northgate Street for toothpaste. Medieval chapel, wool exchange, theatre and music hall. Dickens did a reading there.
I was a young teenager, full of knowledge and a sense of what’s cool. I was chatting with my neighbor, another kid about the same age and temperament.
My buddy’s dad, sensing an opportunity to bond with the teenagers, approached to tell us about last nights episode of the show ( which he knew we liked ). Marshaling all of his cool factor, he walked up and asked if we had seen “This is Incredible”.
We howled like hyenas.
They had super discounts on Chucky Dolls and sets of steak knives.
I guess all sales are final since it disappeared right after I walked out.