• BlueLineBae@midwest.socialEnglish
    9·
    2 months ago

    When I was a kid, my mom either bought or was gifted a little plush snowman that would say “Happy holidays! Happy holidays!” When you squeezed it. It would maybe get squeezed a few times in December and then put in a bin until the following year. No one ever changed the batteries and it still worked each year for many years. Then it started to run out of juice. And slowly over each year it would sound more and more demonic, but it always played at least once before running out of power. It’s now been more than 25 years and we still check it each year to see if the demonic snowman is still alive. I’m not sure it will ever die if it was never alive in the first place…

  • Python@programming.dev
    8·
    2 months ago

    Oh, definitely my vacuum cleaner. I have never changed the bag on that thing. And I dread the day that it will become necessary.

  • Buglefingers@lemmy.world
    4·
    2 months ago

    I have a rusted knife in a badly tanned hide sheath from the early 1900s that an explorer in the family got from a tribe over Africa way (not sure of real geographical location). The thing is primitive and small but could probably be cursed. I don’t have many items that’d fit the description

  • FlashZordon@lemmy.worldEnglish
    3·
    2 months ago

    My In-Laws house has some BAD juju for sure.

    -Had an uncle pass away in it

    -Multiple pets run over in the driveway

    -Bad experiences living there when we moved back home and we looking for a place

    -Bonus Room flooded MULTIPLE due to MIL not understanding how retaining walls work.

    Just a cursed place in general and I’m glad I’m nowhere near that house.

  • MegaUltraChicken@lemmy.world
    3·
    2 months ago

    My USB cables exist in a quantum superposition where the orientation of the male end is only determined after I fail to plug it in on the first try.

  • Postmortal_Pop@lemmy.world
    1·
    2 months ago

    I have a billiard break cue, it’s hollow steel pipe with brass and galvanized fittings to screw it together. Based off the material, original colors, and general look it’s probably from the early 70’s.

    Without fail, if a drunk person finds out it’s hollow they get super weird about it. They hand it back like it’s a writhing appendage, avoid using it when offered, even had a guy drop it like it was gonna bite him. Either way, I play better with it than I ever did before, and I gave it a gorgeous glossy crimson repaint.