Dementia is a terrible way to go; if he keeps the box to hold his memories, then by putting himself in the box, he will not forget "himself" Damn, that is deep.
But why is the whole empty box pungent and smelly is beyond me rn. Technically, if it really is just memories and mementos and not actual organic things rotten to ash, then it shouldn't even smell that bad. The smell and horrible sick from smelling is the one I don't get
@@JoshStLee Either the speaker's remembering a dream, or his senses aren't telling him the whole truth. He says the box is empty, but somehow he can't see into it. It's like looking into a closet in a dark room, impenetrably dark. And even when we know things are in it because we see them go in, it's still "empty." It's like emptiness is an inherent quality of the box itself. It can hold the weight and scents of whatever went in, but perhaps, somehow, the things themselves are still gone.
The box literally makes you forget stuff and makes it vamish once you put it in. It's actually magical. After the main character gets his little sister killed while exploring the house, grandpa decides nobody should have to live with that memory, then puts her and himself into the box (presumably because that was just one bad memory too much for him) and now the main character can only remember the whole incident as a dream. The box is probably also the reason why the main character can't remember his granny or when and how she died.
The reason Annon can remember his friend's clothes in detail but nothing else about her is because it was the only part of her that wasn't put in the box. The items he remembers were ripped off by the nail in the fall.
He was never heard from again, I don't mean he died. He didn't take anything with him. Not his car. Not his wallet. Not the box in his attic. Not even his clothes. I chuckle sometimes, thinking about a senile old man walking naked out of his house, into the woods or something and just disappearing. Abducted by aliens, or maybe just falling in a hole, or into a cave. dying in some way that his body would be hard to find. It's sad, but it was a long time ago...
anyone else notice that earlier he said the linen was yellow, but when his grandpa wrapped up the object (dead body) and put it in the box, he said it was red (blood)
'Grandpa picks up the red bundle wrapped in linen' Not sure if that was what you were implying, but the color of the linen did not change, it's an elaboration on the object.
You gotta know, you really do inspire me. Seeing all these voice actors just suddenly spring up on youtube and make a name for themselves, it really makes me wanna just go for it. Its a dream of mine to one day be a successful voice actor.
Absolutely bro, go for it. Buy a mic and practice. Tons of helpful info on TH-cam, much of which helped me. You're welcome to reach out to me on discord too, if you have questions. Good luck man!
This reminds me of "The Disappearance Of Edith Finch", the way the past if being told is very abrtact/sureal, it's like some long almost forgotten memory but you can roughly guess what happened.
This reminds me of my second memory. I don’t know whether it was real or a dream. All I know is it’s still vividly in there, just as my first and third memories are. I was either one or two, and I walked out from my bedroom in the middle of the night with my red plaid blanket draped over my head and shoulders, dragging behind me. Some unknown time passes with events passing as well. It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes. I think I went downstairs to my mom and dad because I was scared of the thunder. That could be a different memory, I remember to be completely real, getting muddled in with this one. Whatever I did, I don’t know. But, I came back upstairs, blanket still draped over me. I reach the top of the stairs and as I’m looking into the dark hallway, I see what, at the time, I believed to be some sort of poltergeist. No clue why or how I knew that word at that time. But it didn’t appear to be in any sort of form, instead just a faintly colorful static in the vague shape of a person. Looking back, if it was real, it could’ve simply been my eyes attempting to readjust to the dark. This “poltergeist” didn’t seem to have any intention of interacting with me or anything. When I got closer it seemed to get slightly farther away, and after several steps, entirely disappeared. Seeing as in this event, I was alone, I have no way to confirm, deny, or verify whether it was a dream, a reality, or a mix of each. I never mentioned it to anyone for several years, and seem to think about it more frequently. Not sure why I think about it more frequently. But if it was a dream, I would say it was my first nightmare. Since I can’t confirm whether it was, my third ever memory holds that title. But, I’ll save that nightmare story for another time.
I likewise remember my first nightmares. Couldn't tell you how young I was. Remember that Gilbert Gottfried smoke detector PSA from the mid 90s? I had seen that when I was real young and it caused recurring nightmares for years. In the middle of the night, a smoke detector would start going off with an ear-splitting racket, growing these long thin legs and arms like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and come after me in a dimly lit hallway. Had that dream for a very long time. Eventually developed into a phobia of clock faces and round underwater drain grates. Those dreams stopped sometime in the late 90s with no apparent cause.
Saw the ghost of a little girl in a residence inn the night Kevin ware broke his leg. No lie. She was wearing one of those yellow (might have been blue)dresses with a big bow tie on the front and her hands were folded in front of her. I shut my eyes in fear when I saw her and then she disappeared. Really wild experience.
I've heard of colorful "static ghosts" before. Haven't seen one myself, but a friend of mine did. He was a little kid when it happened, and he remembered it into adulthood, too. A vaguely humanoid shape, but all static, no detail. Enigmatic. Dreamlike. But not really a dream. Scary, but only from context, from the unknown. I don't think they're that common, as paranormal experiences go. Shadow people and humanoid apparitions, and then pk/pg activity, those are much more common. From recurring elements I've been able to find, they appear to children. At night, in ways that can be passed off by adults as dreams. And they're not as overtly terrifying as other apparitions. They try to interact with the children that aren't scared of them. My guess is, they're not what they seem. Some kind of interdimensional entity. Which is to say, demonic, for all intents and purposes. I think we don't hear about them much because the kids that befriend them go missing, and they don't bother trying twice with the kids that are scared. So the only stories we get to hear about are one-off, dreamlike, childhood memories that are forgotten or easily dismissed. Just a guess. I just know that anything moving around in 3d space that looks like TV static, looks that way either because your brain can't process what your eyes are really seeing, or because whatever you're looking at doesn't _want_ you to know what it really looks like.
My first memory was a nightmare, on my third birthday in fact. In hindsight it was very odd, since there were so many things in it I now recognize, but should not have known about at that age. Mysterious, but deeply fascinating.
It's really not that strange to some of us. This was an extremely targeted story. And some people among us, can find it very comfortably and uncomfortably relatable.
@@nightsong81 but yeah, some of us or a lot of us, have a story about poking around in attics where we don't belong. And in sub basements where we weren't supposed to be. And naturally, given the internet and it's gulf of people, some people will find things that were never meant to be discovered, like bodies. Or weapons. Or anything in between.
I originally thought the little girl represented the sister OP chose to forget due to trauma, such as a car accident or unwanted abortion, while the box symbolized forgetting, leaving unwanted memories inside the box so that he could move on. really interesting story. thanks for sharing this.
I know people find this spooky, I did too at first, but for me it's just... this really sad, nostalgic feeling that makes me want to cry, especially after I watched it the second time and noticed a lot of those small details and references.
that's a very christian way of thinking. Tolkien was often asked about his allegories. He was pissed. Because there were no allegories in his stories. Likewise christian thought likes to shoehorn allegories thinking that they are somehow more profound. They're not. They're actually simpler for the brain to understand. Allegories, analogies, etc travel through pathways already traversed in the brain's circuitry. Literal readings require a greater mental effort, as these paths are untraversed.
@@mznxbcv12345 no dude this is just a story that very clearly plays on horror writing tropes it just does them excellently. Especially on 4chan which has cultivated a vibe of horror to much of the larger internet and many people’s first venture there or sometimes only purpose for visiting it is for the horror sides of it. I know that’s why I only ever ventured to 4chan, for the creepy stories from /x/ and occasionally guys going /k/ommando on weird forest demons. I think it’s a creative writing piece because it reads like a creative writing piece and a huge part of 4chan’s wider cultural presence on the rest of the internet is its horror creative writing.
This. The intonation, the music choice, the story... fucking perfect, man. I've watched since your first couple vids, and let me tell you: you're going places, and I wanna see it.
Stories like this makes a person ponder the significance of dreams. I remember certain dreams of mine that reinforced something I was told by others as a kid, like not getting my fingers near the cattle trailer door when it's being shut But others, like the sentient tree that uprooted itself to chase me (a very common recurring nightmare) makes me question what I must have been told/overheard as a kid to forever make me wary of lone trees in open spaces.
Childhood imagination can be really vivid. Once when i was young i played at a friends place where we watched the old king kong movies. The experience terrified me. I stood the entire evening clammed to my moms leg while she was cooking, looking at the windows to the darkness outside. Thinking that at any moment, the monke's giant face could pop up from nothing and stare at me with its strangely intelligent eyes. Nothing happened of course, but perhaps it was that anticipation for something to happen that made the experience so terrifying.
So true. I still have vivid intrusive thoughts like that, sometimes. But it's different as an adult, knowing what's real and what isn't. As a kid, there's no rules, no limits between possible and impossible.
Mild Spoiler: If anybody is interested, I encourage you to reread this one from the beginning, after you've seen the end. The story is front-loaded with details that might seem innocuous at first, but that can be seen in a different light after.
"little guestroom next to mine" The little girl was probably his younger sister, and the "guestroom" was probably her room. She died falling from the roof when they were exploring the attic. "Grandpa disappeared, took nothing" Grandpa went to prison for child negligence, and for the death of the sister. OP likely saw his grandfather wrap his sister's body in some linen, and is probably mixing that with the memory of her funeral. That's where the memory of looking down into t bottomless hole and smelling something horrible comes from. "Grandpa losing his mind" Grandpa likely died in prison. OP probably saw him inside his casket, and closed the lid himself. "House in dad's name". Grandpa didn't just wander off, he died in prison. House passed to Dad who are anted nothing to do with the place where his daughter had died. "Drove grandma away" and "war veteran". I don't know how grandma figures into this story. Grandpa is obviously a troubled figure. War veteran, probably ptsd, and also dementia. Distant from his son. Clearly not all there, and somehow it was his fault that the girl died. That's what I'm getting from what we've been given
Read it one last time and I'm guessing grandpa had something to do with grandma's death of disappearance too. Both the little girl and grandma are implied to be "locked up" in that box. Indicating that both had the same fate. This is why Grandpa is unwilling to speak of her, and why the father doesn't want to speak of grandpa.
@@luxinvictus9018But wouldn't this theory fall apart with the rest of Anon's life? He would've learned about all of that at some point and would understand where the symbolism and memories came from
It's really meant to leave you with more questions than answers. It's about death, and guilt, and what it means to remember. And what it takes to forget.
Grandpa has a box with no bottom where he puts painful memories. OP 's little friend died when they were exploring in the house. Grandpa covered up the death by using the box. OP saw it all, and grandpa was worried about getting ratted on, but wasn't about to take his grandchild for the sake of the secret, so he took himself, with the secret, and got into the box. And thus, grandpa was gone. And due to the absurd nature of the story, nobody really thought one way or the other on it. Is just a silly childhood memory... Or is it? Hope this helps. Sorry about your NAT 1, but you seem perceptive enough to know of it... Google Dunning -Kruger effect. It'll help you keep up with the curve.
Guy got his little sister killed while exploring the house, then his grandpa put her and himself into the magic memory erasing box that makes things vanisb, which makes the main character forget most of the incident, only remembering it as a dream.
@@thonktank1239 it's also implied that this is how the grandma disappeared, and why the father was surprised to see that the house was left in his name
I remember as a child I would have frequently have nightmares, with a reoccurring one being of a large, dark, hairy monster chasing me and painfully killing me, I even remember illustrating it for a pediatrician as it had become so persistent of a nightmare. What bothers me most though is what kind of stress it must had given my mother knowing I would experience this basically nightly.
I wish I had that kind of imagination. when I was much younger, I used to say I had no imagination because I couldn't see things that kids would have been able to make up and as I got older. I thought it was hallucinations that most children had except me. I know I don't have Aphantasia because I can picture things in my head. I don't think I was born with a strong enough imagination.
I guess God made you a little different. It's OK. There's something to be said for being grounded. Excess fantasy can be a distraction from self improvement and helping others. Creative people often benefit from having someone anchored in the real to keep their goals manageable and from ballooning too much beyond their intended scope. Do you have a friend who is more of a "dreamer?" Consider getting closer, or working together on a shared goal. Your groundedness and their imagination may compliment each other.
considering the fact that the box was empty and the grandpa could still see ribbon left by his imaginary friend, the box is probably some sort of magical SCP thing, rather than this just being about dementia
because talented people don't always try to showcase their talents, and even when they do, the world is unfair and often doesn't give 2 shits unless you're lucky.
Man. This is one of my favourite short stories on youtube. I love it so much, the premise is so simple but so creepy. Spoilers ahead! It's about Grandpa's box, and how it makes you and everyone else forget whatever you put in there. It's strongly implied that Grandma was one of the people who went into the box, from how OP doesn't seem to remember her. It's a murderer's tool, for when you don't want anyone to know of your crimes. I don't really like Grandpa, owing to how he asked HIS OWN GRANDCHILD if he wanted to get in and die. I'm convinced he committed a bunch of crimes in other places, and got rid of the evidence by putting them all in the box. Seems like he finally reached his wits end, once he put his granddaughter in there. He commit suicide. Because all the passageways and stuff were associated with OP's younger sibling, memories of them vanished as well. I feel like Grandpa was a war criminal of some sort, who made a deal with the devil to be able to get the box that covers up your crimes by making people forget.
It's definitely magical realism, but it can still have, or be, a metaphor. I think the story is more about the feelings it evokes than the plot itself, but there's a good argument to be made that it's also a metaphor for dementia and loss in general.
It's been my TH-cam username for years. I just kept it when I started uploading videos. In ancient times, burial goods were things that were interred with someone during their funeral. Usually valuable things they owned in life, sometimes gifts posthumously given. The belief was that they would need them in the afterlife.
Good theory, I think the girl was meant to represent when imagination starts or ends. So when he's imagining something the girl is there and when she dissappears, he's not imagining anymore.
@@Yikeowsky When you start to feel the edges slipping and you crawl back and deep into the familiar, it's the start of a long and slow surreal slide that you can't take back. And if someone who loved you enough to help you get where you were already going decided to forget what you couldn't help but remember, would you blame them?
Dementia is a terrible way to go; if he keeps the box to hold his memories, then by putting himself in the box, he will not forget "himself"
Damn, that is deep.
I love this interpretation.
It literally popped into my head when I analyzed the story; no lie.
Experienced with the elderly in rl, it is truly sad how the mind degrades.
But why is the whole empty box pungent and smelly is beyond me rn.
Technically, if it really is just memories and mementos and not actual organic things rotten to ash, then it shouldn't even smell that bad.
The smell and horrible sick from smelling is the one I don't get
@@JoshStLee Either the speaker's remembering a dream, or his senses aren't telling him the whole truth. He says the box is empty, but somehow he can't see into it. It's like looking into a closet in a dark room, impenetrably dark. And even when we know things are in it because we see them go in, it's still "empty." It's like emptiness is an inherent quality of the box itself. It can hold the weight and scents of whatever went in, but perhaps, somehow, the things themselves are still gone.
The box literally makes you forget stuff and makes it vamish once you put it in. It's actually magical. After the main character gets his little sister killed while exploring the house, grandpa decides nobody should have to live with that memory, then puts her and himself into the box (presumably because that was just one bad memory too much for him) and now the main character can only remember the whole incident as a dream.
The box is probably also the reason why the main character can't remember his granny or when and how she died.
The reason Annon can remember his friend's clothes in detail but nothing else about her is because it was the only part of her that wasn't put in the box. The items he remembers were ripped off by the nail in the fall.
Nice catch.
They did remember the overalls tho
@@xayax7920 That's what I'm saying. Annon remembers the overalls because they were ripped off by the nail and weren't put in the box.
@@sevin8378 ooooh yeyeyeye
This guy had a dreamlike experience about his grandpa's wacky house, wrote a short novel about it on 4chan, then was never heard from again.
He wound up in the backrooms.
He found the box
He was never heard from again, I don't mean he died.
He didn't take anything with him. Not his car. Not his wallet. Not the box in his attic. Not even his clothes. I chuckle sometimes, thinking about a senile old man walking naked out of his house, into the woods or something and just disappearing. Abducted by aliens, or maybe just falling in a hole, or into a cave. dying in some way that his body would be hard to find. It's sad, but it was a long time ago...
To be fair, that was only a fortnight ago. Check the date on the OP
Imagine not having a childhood where half of this was somewhat relatable.
anyone else notice that earlier he said the linen was yellow, but when his grandpa wrapped up the object (dead body) and put it in the box, he said it was red (blood)
Good catch.
'Grandpa picks up the red bundle wrapped in linen'
Not sure if that was what you were implying, but the color of the linen did not change, it's an elaboration on the object.
@@staomruel Linen is clearly described as yellow, but the “bundle” is red
@@staomruel
The story very clearly describes the linen as yellow twice before.
Do you guys forget about the girl that come along with anon. The dead body is the girl who fell and died and he hide the girl in the box.
You gotta know, you really do inspire me. Seeing all these voice actors just suddenly spring up on youtube and make a name for themselves, it really makes me wanna just go for it. Its a dream of mine to one day be a successful voice actor.
Absolutely bro, go for it. Buy a mic and practice. Tons of helpful info on TH-cam, much of which helped me. You're welcome to reach out to me on discord too, if you have questions.
Good luck man!
This reminds me of "The Disappearance Of Edith Finch", the way the past if being told is very abrtact/sureal, it's like some long almost forgotten memory but you can roughly guess what happened.
This reminds me of my second memory. I don’t know whether it was real or a dream. All I know is it’s still vividly in there, just as my first and third memories are.
I was either one or two, and I walked out from my bedroom in the middle of the night with my red plaid blanket draped over my head and shoulders, dragging behind me. Some unknown time passes with events passing as well. It couldn’t have been more than 15 minutes. I think I went downstairs to my mom and dad because I was scared of the thunder. That could be a different memory, I remember to be completely real, getting muddled in with this one. Whatever I did, I don’t know. But, I came back upstairs, blanket still draped over me. I reach the top of the stairs and as I’m looking into the dark hallway, I see what, at the time, I believed to be some sort of poltergeist. No clue why or how I knew that word at that time. But it didn’t appear to be in any sort of form, instead just a faintly colorful static in the vague shape of a person. Looking back, if it was real, it could’ve simply been my eyes attempting to readjust to the dark. This “poltergeist” didn’t seem to have any intention of interacting with me or anything. When I got closer it seemed to get slightly farther away, and after several steps, entirely disappeared.
Seeing as in this event, I was alone, I have no way to confirm, deny, or verify whether it was a dream, a reality, or a mix of each. I never mentioned it to anyone for several years, and seem to think about it more frequently. Not sure why I think about it more frequently. But if it was a dream, I would say it was my first nightmare. Since I can’t confirm whether it was, my third ever memory holds that title. But, I’ll save that nightmare story for another time.
I likewise remember my first nightmares. Couldn't tell you how young I was. Remember that Gilbert Gottfried smoke detector PSA from the mid 90s? I had seen that when I was real young and it caused recurring nightmares for years.
In the middle of the night, a smoke detector would start going off with an ear-splitting racket, growing these long thin legs and arms like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and come after me in a dimly lit hallway. Had that dream for a very long time. Eventually developed into a phobia of clock faces and round underwater drain grates. Those dreams stopped sometime in the late 90s with no apparent cause.
Saw the ghost of a little girl in a residence inn the night Kevin ware broke his leg. No lie. She was wearing one of those yellow (might have been blue)dresses with a big bow tie on the front and her hands were folded in front of her. I shut my eyes in fear when I saw her and then she disappeared. Really wild experience.
I've heard of colorful "static ghosts" before. Haven't seen one myself, but a friend of mine did. He was a little kid when it happened, and he remembered it into adulthood, too. A vaguely humanoid shape, but all static, no detail. Enigmatic. Dreamlike. But not really a dream. Scary, but only from context, from the unknown.
I don't think they're that common, as paranormal experiences go. Shadow people and humanoid apparitions, and then pk/pg activity, those are much more common.
From recurring elements I've been able to find, they appear to children. At night, in ways that can be passed off by adults as dreams. And they're not as overtly terrifying as other apparitions. They try to interact with the children that aren't scared of them.
My guess is, they're not what they seem. Some kind of interdimensional entity. Which is to say, demonic, for all intents and purposes. I think we don't hear about them much because the kids that befriend them go missing, and they don't bother trying twice with the kids that are scared. So the only stories we get to hear about are one-off, dreamlike, childhood memories that are forgotten or easily dismissed. Just a guess.
I just know that anything moving around in 3d space that looks like TV static, looks that way either because your brain can't process what your eyes are really seeing, or because whatever you're looking at doesn't _want_ you to know what it really looks like.
That was way too much to read and make current state, but I'm looking forward to coming back with my next notification.
My first memory was a nightmare, on my third birthday in fact. In hindsight it was very odd, since there were so many things in it I now recognize, but should not have known about at that age. Mysterious, but deeply fascinating.
You're hands down my favorite voice on youtube, I'm glad you found success boss man
thanks bro, means a ton
@@burialgoodsbrother. This is your best work by far. Embrace it.
What a strange story. Somehow gives me a feeling of nostalgia despite never experiencing anything remotely similar myself.
It's really not that strange to some of us. This was an extremely targeted story. And some people among us, can find it very comfortably and uncomfortably relatable.
@@Mygg_Jeager That hits deep. I definitely feel my age, I'll tell you that.
@@nightsong81 I can probably guess your age and you can probably guess my age lol.
@@Mygg_Jeager Yeeeeeah...
@@nightsong81 but yeah, some of us or a lot of us, have a story about poking around in attics where we don't belong. And in sub basements where we weren't supposed to be. And naturally, given the internet and it's gulf of people, some people will find things that were never meant to be discovered, like bodies. Or weapons. Or anything in between.
I originally thought the little girl represented the sister OP chose to forget due to trauma, such as a car accident or unwanted abortion, while the box symbolized forgetting, leaving unwanted memories inside the box so that he could move on. really interesting story. thanks for sharing this.
You're a sensitive person. You have good insight into people's feelings. Use that for good. Not everyone knows why they do the things they do.
Seems like it's probably just an imaginary friend I know I had alot as a little kid
you're reaching too deep
@@Biodeamon bro was pulling so psychoanalisis lol
@@nightsong81that's a fairly normal deduction.
I know people find this spooky, I did too at first, but for me it's just... this really sad, nostalgic feeling that makes me want to cry, especially after I watched it the second time and noticed a lot of those small details and references.
Yeah. You get it.
What small details and references?
"i tontally dont get the connection you guys"
subtlety is a lost art
I totally get it but didn't at first because greentexts are usually very in-your-face type of stories.
there's nothing to get. It's an experience recounted.
@@mznxbcv12345 this is almost certainly just creative writing and not a genuine experience.
that's a very christian way of thinking. Tolkien was often asked about his allegories. He was pissed. Because there were no allegories in his stories. Likewise christian thought likes to shoehorn allegories thinking that they are somehow more profound. They're not. They're actually simpler for the brain to understand. Allegories, analogies, etc travel through pathways already traversed in the brain's circuitry. Literal readings require a greater mental effort, as these paths are untraversed.
@@mznxbcv12345 no dude this is just a story that very clearly plays on horror writing tropes it just does them excellently. Especially on 4chan which has cultivated a vibe of horror to much of the larger internet and many people’s first venture there or sometimes only purpose for visiting it is for the horror sides of it. I know that’s why I only ever ventured to 4chan, for the creepy stories from /x/ and occasionally guys going /k/ommando on weird forest demons. I think it’s a creative writing piece because it reads like a creative writing piece and a huge part of 4chan’s wider cultural presence on the rest of the internet is its horror creative writing.
This reading + this soundtrack is just elevating the spooky factor by 1000. Really well done!
This. The intonation, the music choice, the story... fucking perfect, man. I've watched since your first couple vids, and let me tell you: you're going places, and I wanna see it.
thanks bro, and thanks for sticking with me so long, means a lot
Brother this is your best work to date. I have nothing else to say. Just, wow. In all positivity and honesty.... wow.
❤🔥
I sure appreciate it man
Great melancholic story about how a person can manipulate their own memories as a coping mechanism for their childhood trauma
Stories like this makes a person ponder the significance of dreams.
I remember certain dreams of mine that reinforced something I was told by others as a kid, like not getting my fingers near the cattle trailer door when it's being shut
But others, like the sentient tree that uprooted itself to chase me (a very common recurring nightmare) makes me question what I must have been told/overheard as a kid to forever make me wary of lone trees in open spaces.
Childhood imagination can be really vivid. Once when i was young i played at a friends place where we watched the old king kong movies. The experience terrified me. I stood the entire evening clammed to my moms leg while she was cooking, looking at the windows to the darkness outside. Thinking that at any moment, the monke's giant face could pop up from nothing and stare at me with its strangely intelligent eyes.
Nothing happened of course, but perhaps it was that anticipation for something to happen that made the experience so terrifying.
So true. I still have vivid intrusive thoughts like that, sometimes. But it's different as an adult, knowing what's real and what isn't. As a kid, there's no rules, no limits between possible and impossible.
I was like that with the "Fen Tiger" as a kid. If I went to near the windows a huge panther or something was going to come diving through and get me
You're not allowed to make me feel things.
Shuttup. I'm not crying. You're crying.
I would love if you read penpal, you capture the etherealness of half forgotten childhood memories amazingly
Mild Spoiler:
If anybody is interested, I encourage you to reread this one from the beginning, after you've seen the end. The story is front-loaded with details that might seem innocuous at first, but that can be seen in a different light after.
I re-watched it. I know there is something to understand here, but I have no idea what it is.
"little guestroom next to mine"
The little girl was probably his younger sister, and the "guestroom" was probably her room. She died falling from the roof when they were exploring the attic.
"Grandpa disappeared, took nothing"
Grandpa went to prison for child negligence, and for the death of the sister. OP likely saw his grandfather wrap his sister's body in some linen, and is probably mixing that with the memory of her funeral. That's where the memory of looking down into t bottomless hole and smelling something horrible comes from.
"Grandpa losing his mind"
Grandpa likely died in prison. OP probably saw him inside his casket, and closed the lid himself.
"House in dad's name". Grandpa didn't just wander off, he died in prison. House passed to Dad who are anted nothing to do with the place where his daughter had died.
"Drove grandma away" and "war veteran". I don't know how grandma figures into this story. Grandpa is obviously a troubled figure. War veteran, probably ptsd, and also dementia. Distant from his son. Clearly not all there, and somehow it was his fault that the girl died.
That's what I'm getting from what we've been given
Read it one last time and I'm guessing grandpa had something to do with grandma's death of disappearance too. Both the little girl and grandma are implied to be "locked up" in that box. Indicating that both had the same fate. This is why Grandpa is unwilling to speak of her, and why the father doesn't want to speak of grandpa.
@@luxinvictus9018But wouldn't this theory fall apart with the rest of Anon's life? He would've learned about all of that at some point and would understand where the symbolism and memories came from
@@luxinvictus9018 I thought grandpa went missing because he too stepped inside the box.
Can anyone explain this? I rolled the real life equivalent of Nat 1 on Perception when listening to this.
It's really meant to leave you with more questions than answers. It's about death, and guilt, and what it means to remember. And what it takes to forget.
The ending is his grandpa covering up his friend's death.
Grandpa has a box with no bottom where he puts painful memories.
OP 's little friend died when they were exploring in the house.
Grandpa covered up the death by using the box.
OP saw it all, and grandpa was worried about getting ratted on, but wasn't about to take his grandchild for the sake of the secret, so he took himself, with the secret, and got into the box.
And thus, grandpa was gone.
And due to the absurd nature of the story, nobody really thought one way or the other on it. Is just a silly childhood memory... Or is it?
Hope this helps. Sorry about your NAT 1, but you seem perceptive enough to know of it... Google Dunning -Kruger effect. It'll help you keep up with the curve.
Guy got his little sister killed while exploring the house, then his grandpa put her and himself into the magic memory erasing box that makes things vanisb, which makes the main character forget most of the incident, only remembering it as a dream.
@@thonktank1239 it's also implied that this is how the grandma disappeared, and why the father was surprised to see that the house was left in his name
I remember as a child I would have frequently have nightmares, with a reoccurring one being of a large, dark, hairy monster chasing me and painfully killing me, I even remember illustrating it for a pediatrician as it had become so persistent of a nightmare. What bothers me most though is what kind of stress it must had given my mother knowing I would experience this basically nightly.
This made me feel things that I cannot comprehend.
That was so well written holy fuck, also amazing reading as always
Loving these more horror oriented readings
That's such a perfect mix between sad and creepy
I've watched this multiple times and still don't fully get it but that's probably the point. I love this though and you did an amazing job!
This hurts in a way I never expected it would.
Dude, you have a hauntingly perfect voice for stories like this
I wish I had that kind of imagination. when I was much younger, I used to say I had no imagination because I couldn't see things that kids would have been able to make up and as I got older. I thought it was hallucinations that most children had except me. I know I don't have Aphantasia because I can picture things in my head. I don't think I was born with a strong enough imagination.
I guess God made you a little different. It's OK. There's something to be said for being grounded. Excess fantasy can be a distraction from self improvement and helping others.
Creative people often benefit from having someone anchored in the real to keep their goals manageable and from ballooning too much beyond their intended scope. Do you have a friend who is more of a "dreamer?" Consider getting closer, or working together on a shared goal. Your groundedness and their imagination may compliment each other.
same to me ,i was too grounded and i always played imagining real things or from shows
This story is genuinly amazing
considering the fact that the box was empty and the grandpa could still see ribbon left by his imaginary friend, the box is probably some sort of magical SCP thing, rather than this just being about dementia
How could such a talented writer just stay a simple anon
because talented people don't always try to showcase their talents, and even when they do, the world is unfair and often doesn't give 2 shits unless you're lucky.
Bro this is a good watch, 4chan is such a mystery.
Anon's grandpa lived in the Navidson Residence
House of leafs
Is grandpa's house older than 1956? Because they didn't make the pink fiberglass insulation before that.
Could have been added later.
I've been binge watching the stories
Man. This is one of my favourite short stories on youtube. I love it so much, the premise is so simple but so creepy. Spoilers ahead!
It's about Grandpa's box, and how it makes you and everyone else forget whatever you put in there. It's strongly implied that Grandma was one of the people who went into the box, from how OP doesn't seem to remember her.
It's a murderer's tool, for when you don't want anyone to know of your crimes.
I don't really like Grandpa, owing to how he asked HIS OWN GRANDCHILD if he wanted to get in and die. I'm convinced he committed a bunch of crimes in other places, and got rid of the evidence by putting them all in the box. Seems like he finally reached his wits end, once he put his granddaughter in there. He commit suicide.
Because all the passageways and stuff were associated with OP's younger sibling, memories of them vanished as well.
I feel like Grandpa was a war criminal of some sort, who made a deal with the devil to be able to get the box that covers up your crimes by making people forget.
Would this story fall under the Magical Realism genre, or is it more metaphorical than that?
It's definitely magical realism, but it can still have, or be, a metaphor. I think the story is more about the feelings it evokes than the plot itself, but there's a good argument to be made that it's also a metaphor for dementia and loss in general.
Why does this give me "The Ocean At The End Of The Lane" vibes?
Similar genre
What remains of Edith finch
That’s such a good story
All the anon stories are gold
this is myhouse.wad again.
So,... why burialgoods? Is that just some random thing you came up with or is there a story behind it?
It's been my TH-cam username for years. I just kept it when I started uploading videos.
In ancient times, burial goods were things that were interred with someone during their funeral. Usually valuable things they owned in life, sometimes gifts posthumously given. The belief was that they would need them in the afterlife.
Ooh. Interesting. Hopefully you won't die anytime soon, though.
Likewise lol
cool name@@burialgoods
Fuck me I got so invested that I actually got chills when a reply with a (You) popped up.
Opeth album material
ANON, WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!?
Fascinating…
Bro created a tulpa by accident
i need time to think on this one
Thank you
how tf do people on 4chan make up this stuff man
Anonymity and boredom can do wonders. Think a 1000 monkeys typing.
@@CJVS995also 1000 monkeys throwing feces tho
the girl was his grandma spirit or sth frfr
No cap on god!
Good theory, I think the girl was meant to represent when imagination starts or ends. So when he's imagining something the girl is there and when she dissappears, he's not imagining anymore.
@@lillasagna5487 Intriguing. I like that enough to steal it for something in the future, maybe.
@@lillasagna5487I just thought the box was actually magical
holy crap i just had deja-vu after reading this comment and the replies hooolly cow lol
nice
Your accent sounds real familiar, south eastern?
Yep, deep south
Babe, wake up. new burialgoods just dropped.
SPOILERS AHEAD?
Did.... did this dude murder his Grandpa by trapping him in the box?
Sounds like it
no, it's a metaphor for dementia
@@Yikeowsky When you start to feel the edges slipping and you crawl back and deep into the familiar, it's the start of a long and slow surreal slide that you can't take back. And if someone who loved you enough to help you get where you were already going decided to forget what you couldn't help but remember, would you blame them?
@@nightsong81 no, never
He mentioned his grandpa's dementia and how he indirectly killed him in the same story.
same
>You
this anon screenshoted his own shit
d-did he kill his grandpa?
Hard to know for sure. He did chuckle about the thought of him dying naked and alone...
No, it's not a real story. It's a metaphor and blah blah blah.
mf killed his granpa
You think he knows? Maybe nobody told him and he really thinks he just "went away"
What a mess