Stone Abruptly Changed Trajectory in Grandmother's House
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The second story happened in the new house, the one where that same grandmother lived. I was already 11-13 years old, and my cousin and I came to her as usual to spend the night. It was evening, the light was on in the room, and my sister was with me. I was standing and tossing up two smooth sea pebbles. And then, during another toss, one of the stones suddenly shot off to the side and flew across the whole room, slamming into the wardrobe. My sister even said, "why the fuck did you throw the stone like that," and I said it wasn't me who flung it like that. That's pretty much it.
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Вторая история произошла как раз в новом доме, в котором жила та самая бабушка. Лет мне уже было 11-13, и мы приехали с двоюродной сестрой к ней как обычно на ночёвку. Был вечер, в комнате горел свет и была сестра со мной. Я стоял и подкидывал два гладких камушка морских. И вот во время очередного подбрасывания один из камней резко устремился в бок и пролетел всю комнату, врезался в шкаф. Сестра ещё сказала: нахуя ты камень так кинул, а я говорю, что это не я так его швырнул. Вот как-то так.
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- Topic
- Moved objects
- Setting
- Home
- Region
- Not stated
- Approx. date
- Not stated
- Witnesses
- 2
- Account
- First-hand
- Who was there
- Unidentified
Possible ordinary explanations
Suggested by the editor, not the witness. Not a verdict.
- An uneven or awkward throw could have sent the stone off at an odd angle.
- A draft or air current in the room might have altered the stone's path.
- Misperception of the throw's direction due to the speed of the motion.
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