Small towns are featured in countless scary movies and slow-burning psychological mini-series for a reason: they are full of secrets and strange traditions.
Whenever a small group of people congregate far away from the rest of society, there's bound to be some bizarre subculture going on. In the very least, there are some juicy local stories that speak to the nature of the town.
In a popular Reddit thread, people living in small towns shared their weirdest and most "WTF" stories, and they are truly beautiful gifts for those of us dazed in quarantine.
1. From OP:
A few years ago a friend of mine unsuccessfully (thank goodness) tried to kill himself by overdosing on pain pills. He was taken to a small hospital in Millen GA. I was living in Atlanta at the time so some friends as I drove down to check on him. When we made it down to the hospital we were asked to wait outside his room while a nurse was in the room attending to our friend.
While we were standing in the hall a man dressed in coveralls walked up to us. He was obviously a mechanic by way of the oil stains on his coveralls and the strong smell of grease. We struck up a conversation with him and he told us he’d been down the street at the local mechanic shop (suspicions confirmed!) and he walked down to check on (what I now assumed to be) our mutual friend. He moved to walk into the room and we told him everyone was supposed to wait outside till the nurse was done in the room. “Its okay” he says, pulling a stethoscope out of the pocket of his coveralls “I’m the Doctor”.
TL;DR: Local mechanic is also the Doctor
One of my friend's uncle (let's call him Rob) acquired a pet raccoon. He named it Cuddles and one day she went missing. So he goes out to the road to check to see if she had been hit by a car, sure enough there was the raccoon obviously dead. He picks up the raccoon, brings her back to his house, then starts to dig a grave for it.
During this time Rob is calling all his friends and family, inviting them out for a funeral for his dead raccoon. We all show up with food and beer. Rob is crying and finishing up burying the dead raccoon when suddenly Cuddles shows up and starts tugging on his pant leg while he was shoveling. Now we were all already out there with food and beer so instead of a funeral we had a celebration for the return of Cuddles. Party included beer, a band, and a pig roast.
Rob and Cuddles are often seen together at the various mud bogs my town has. If you don't know what a mud bog is it's when you drive your (usually) big-a*s pick up truck through a pit of mud and see how far it can be driven through before it gets stuck. Also involves a lot of drinking.
Cuddles!
EDIT: More Small Town Stories: My grandfather who I lived with when I was a young child used to play pranks on us. One of his favorites was to go down the road and pick up possums then place them in boxes. He would then tell us he had gotten us a surprise and to slowly open the box. Scare the crap out of me seeing a possum playing dead staring up at me. Finally the umpteenth time of him doing this I had learned not to open boxes from him anymore.
I got a parking ticket for five dollars for blocking a sidewalk. When I didn't pay it in time they added on a two-dollar late fee.
High school classmate brought to school a decaying human skull he found on his farm. He wasn't sure what it was.
It came from a man who'd been murdered in the winter, then stuffed into a drainage tube on this guy's farm. When spring came, thawing snow and rain washed the remains out into the clearing where he found the skull.
My hometown once had its major roads shut down because a rafter of wild turkeys decided to hang out in the street for a day.
So, my family is visiting my uncle in 'middle of nowhere' KS at the family farm where my dad grew up. As luck would have it I have to have my appendix removed. This sucks, because I was a boy of 11 and the big fun of visiting my uncle on his farm is the go-karts, and motor bikes, and now all I can do is shoot the .22 because of the stitches.
So, we need to go to the hardware store, in the small town of 500 people, to buy .22 rounds. I walk in with my dad and immediately go to the counter.
The guy looks at me and says, "How are you feeling?".
I say, "Huh?".
He says, "You had your appendix removed?".
"ok?!?!" says I. Now I have never met this man before, nor been in his store, and we've only been in the store for barely 5 minutes.
The man laughed, "You're wondering how I knew... LOL. So I read in the newspaper that jboy55 (the name of my grandfather too) was admitted in the hospital for an appendix being removed, and I thought it was your grandfather. Then I remember hearing that your father was visiting and his son's name was John. Then you and your dad came in, I recognized him from when he used to come in, and I figured you were the one with the appendix removed"
As we left I asked my dad, "When was the last time you were in this store"
Dad, "30 years ago, when I was 8"
I once lived in a small town in the Appalachians and I have a story somewhat similar to yours. The town was too small to support any kind of hospital, but they had a diner that functioned as both the local watering hole, and the doctor's office (the doctor owned the place and also served as the main cook). You could sit at the bar next to someone and not know if they were getting something to eat, or if they were about to get inoculated.
This town was very very small and remote. The schoolhouse I went to is the smallest public school in that state by a long shot. The senior class (this school went K-12, and still only had about 40 kids, not all of them lived in the town) did a family tree project and discovered that they were all related. Not even distantly; it was like third cousin or something. The punchline, they still held prom.
Also, our "neighbor" who lived somewhat close as the crow flies, but about 45 minutes driving through mountains, gave my mom her old wood-fired range because she had just been hooked up with electricity and didn't need it anymore. Keep in mind that this was the mid 90s.
I have too many stories about that place and the crazy folks who live there. I didn't think any towns like that still existed, but they're out there. They're kind of like time capsules.
I remember we had this old guy we called the "gum man". he would hang out in the local Piggly Wiggly (a grocery store) all day and ask little kids if they had gone to church that week. If you told him you had he'd give you a piece of gum. It was only later in life that I found out that he wouldn't give any gum to black kids, only white.
After typing this all out I realize how creepy the whole thing actually was...
Grew up in a little town in Alaska. April 1, 1974 a dude hired a helicopter to bring hundreds of old tires to the dormant volcano that can be seen from town. He set them on fire scaring the sh*t out of everybody.
http://www.sitka.com/Porky/porky2.htm
I was offered $50 to cast a curse on NASCAR.
I grew up in Memphis but I used to go to this really small town in Arkansas a couple weekends a month. I got a bowl cut with an actual bowl on my head by a barber with three fingers on one hand.
edit: For people asking, it's Mountain View, Arkansas. It was 15 years ago so I don't remember their name.
I live in a small town. We have a saying. "You don't lose your girlfriend, you lose your turn."
I was hanging out with my grandma's neighbor's two grandkids. Wes, the boy, wanted to go 'back in the bush' (we lived in a rural area) and so his grandmother let him take me and his sister down the back road on an ATV. We were back there barely ten minutes before we came across the most horrible stench I've ever smelled.
Wes drove towards the smell, and we found a cow graveyard. There were 25+ dead cows in various states of decay. Wes' sister said she was going to throw up so we left. Not really that WTF, but I was quite young and had nightmares about zombie cows for months.
Little children including my sister set out on school's environment day to pick up trash in woods. Find WW2 bomb.
We had this local crazy lady. Everybody called her "Crazy Tina". She was f*cked. Apparently at one time she was a normal person and had a family and everything, and then she started doing a bunch of drugs and kind of lost it.
But man, some of the stuff she did. Crazy.
She had a garden in her front yard, which sounds normal. But she was "growing" rubber boots. Yeah. She had planted like 20 or so rubber boots with just the tops hanging out. And she had another 30 or so just in a huge pile. It's been there for as long as I can remember.
She decided one day that she was going to paint her house, which again sounds kind of normal. Except instead of doing it like a normal person, she bought a can of spray paint. And instead of spray painting like a normal person to try to get even coverage, she just fucking sprayed it all over. That led to more people going up to her house and spray painting dicks and sh*t on it.
Then I guess she got tired of that so she ripped off like half of her siding. Not all of it, no. Just half.
And she was the only person in the entire town to have bars on her windows. I don't really live in a town where people put bars on their windows. She is literally the only person here who has done that.
And man, you ever walk down the street she lives on. Holy sh*t, she'd be yelling "Get the f*ck away from my house!" and then you'd have to run away from her and everything. She was nuts. She was like that crazy cat lady from Simpsons, but she had no cats.
And yeah, apparently she was once a completely normal and nice person. My mom went to school with her. Then something just went off in her brain and she was never the same again.
My brother's university is in a town that is pretty much literally in a cornfield. The instructions on the school's website literally say "Turn left at the stop sign." Because there is only one in the entire town.
EDIT: University of Minnesota, Morris. Colder than Hoth and nothing but corn and alcoholism for miles.
My local Walmart has a hitching post.
That is all.
Maybe not a true WTF story, but my favorite "my hometown is so small/country" story is that at our county fair there was a girl in my high school class that was a finalist in both the beauty pageant AND the arm wrestling tournament.
You can always tell when the seasons change in my town by a man named Leon who walks everywhere. He is an older Indian (Native American) man with long dark hair. When it starts to warm up, every year without fail, he starts to wear his cut off jean shorts. His legs are always shaved and he oils them down. He completes his look with a button up Hawaiian shirt, a safari hat, and keds.
I lived in a medium sized town in ND as a kid. One day in the summer, about 9 months after hunting season, my buddy and I were walking around a man-made pond in our neighborhood. As we were checking out the pond we noticed a small stick with what looked like a string tied around it floating on the water. Being 12 we naturally had to have that stick. After a few minutes trying to fish it out we nabbed it and started tugging. Something kind of heavy was attached to the string, so we kept pulling out of curiosity.
Within seconds we had it and pulled up a semi-decomposed buck head, with the antlers still attached. The fur had fallen away so all we saw was bloated discolored flesh and no eyes. My buddy and I shared a look over what we'd found, neither having a clue how the hell it had gotten there. We poked at it with sticks, as 12-year-old males do, for a while then got bored and left. The next day we came back with more friends to examine our find. The stick and head were gone.