[most-definitely-human]

Nothing quite says Wednesday like the distant whine of air raid sirens

[vampalaurels]

Excuse me Alex but what the HELL does this mean

[most-definitely-human]

I live a couple of miles away from a quarry and they ended up repurposing the old air raid sirens to warn people of when they’re about to blast the rock with dynamite. For some reason they generally do this on Wednesday mornings? I honestly don’t know why and by this point am afraid to ask.

[vampalaurels]

Well this is, surprisingly, extremely normal for a thing that happens regularly in England but honestly nothing can quite top the haunting ghost child alarm

[most-definitely-human]

The one controlled by spiders or another one?

[i-am-the-inksinger]

WHAT IN THE HELL

[most-definitely-human]

Spiders Blamed by City for the Haunting Sound of Children Singing Late at Night

Please, no. No. No.

Thrillist

:) :) :)

[i-am-the-inksinger]

I REITERATE–

[vocifersaurus]

My favorite thing about the world, well, one of them, is how EVERY SINGLE place on Earth–every. single. one.–has some Weird Ass Shit that the locals have just accepted as the way things are.

People on fault lines: eh, it was a little quake, go back to sleep.

People in tornado country: it’s only a watch! I’m busy! Lemme know if one touches down! …aw hell, that one’s ten miles away! it’s FINE. I can’t hear anything.

Australians with Bird Fuckery: yeah they’re just evil thieves mostly. They only try to destroy our eyeballs during nesting season. It’s fine, wear a hat.

My mamaw with copperhead snakes: you just gotta remember to take a good long sharp stick w'cha when y'go up'na holler, honey. Make sure you poke around under them logs real good, and keep your distance before you’re sure they ain’t none hidin in there (I WAS SEVEN)

Fucking Eldritch Spider Land: eh, it’s weird but harmless.