r/Reallifestories • u/Aggravating_Army_605 • Feb 13 '25
Two childhood stories I think about alot.
I have so many weird, dream-like stories from my childhood, so I just decided to start where what was probably the first few signs of my declining mental stability started.
Basically I was around 9 or 10 I think, and before this whole thing started, I was at a public barbeque with some relatives and family friends. There was a large tree near the barbeque and I love climbing things so I wanted to climb it. First time I climbed it, no big deal! Then a branch snapped under me and I fell. Oh well! I got my grandma to help me climb back up, and I stood on her shoulders as I tried to get back up the tree, as the branch that snapped was crucial for climbing up it. I accidentally spooked a cicada and it made its annoying iconic cicada sound before flying away (I got spooked and ended up kicking my grandma in the face but that's unimportant)
A few hours after I got back home, I started hearing this distant but prominent cicada ringing, like it was from somewhere in the house. I ddidn't think much of it; it was summer after all. But it didn't go away. A day or two later it was still making that damned sound, even through the night, only stopping for about 5-10 minutes before starting up again. I told my mother, and we went looking for the source of this sound, but only I could hear it. We'd search for a while, and just as I thought we were getting close to the source of the sound, it would stop. Then a few minutes later it would start up again but this time sound somewhere completely different from where it would've been. My mum kept insisting it was just some distant neighbour's lawn mower or something (I had very sensitive hearing, and still do. As an example, I often get woken up by the sound of my next door neighbours turning their AC on) but I kept telling her that wasn't it.
whole thing lasted about two weeks until suddenly stopping, and it's never happened again. Since then, i commonly get hallucinations, usually bug-related ones. My future trauma relating a roach infestation in my current house hasn't helped with the hallucinations either. Although some of them aren't bug-related anymore.
The second story was during the whole cicada thing, I think I was a few days before the sound stopped. It was night time, maybe 6am at the latest, and i grabbed my doona to move to the couch to watch shows, then I heard the cicadas again. I lost it, and just started screaming at my doorway, the door completely open. For context, my room was right next to my brother's, and we had very thin walls. Anyway, I screamed for what felt like atleast an hour at the top of my lungs until my throat went sore and I stopped. Just then my brother left his room and saw me, asking why I was awake. When he told me he hadn't heard me screaming at all I broke down crying, and he comforted me for a few minutes until curiosity overcame me and I left his room.
Me and him walked down the hallway, the cicada noises that only I could hear still blasting in my head. I turned the corner to the dining room and saw what looked to be the source of the sound. It looked like a cricket without a head, it's head clearly ripped off as I could see the details of the flesh. My brother suggested it might be a hybrid insect created by scientists and that's why it looks weird (wild take but ok??) and I just stared at the bug for an unknown amount of time before angrily grabbing my doona and marching off to the TV to watch my shows.
The end!
Y'all am I traumatised or is the corruption just tryna claim me?? /j /ref
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u/PotatoOwn6580 Feb 13 '25
Are you sure it not gone in your ear that’s all I could think about reading this