Kinda strange I know but i was talking to someone I knew and he claimed the he had bought M1 Garand it shot great but afterwords he claimed he started having dreams of where that someone with that rifle was killing people with it. After many nights of waking up in a cold sweat he finally sold it. And has been reluctant to buy one ever since. So I was just curious if anyone else has known others having something like that happening. This is not a zombie thing I dont get into that sort of thing I just found this story a little odd.
OK, looking at this just on face value-
1) The rifle made this happen, or the friend did it to himself? Which seems more likely?
2) Did the new owner ever have any bad dreams? (I almost asked about full disclosure on the sale, but hey, I took the high road)
3) Did you note that the friend has been reluctant to buy one since? So to him, every M1 could be 'haunted'. He knows it's his over-active imagination (or actual mental issue) that's to blame here, not the object
Quick story, I have always had vivid dreams. I can hear, smell, taste, feel, you name it, in my dreams. As a kid, 7 or 8, I had a night terror. Bad. I dreamed a vampire was looking at me through the window. I got a chill typing it. I woke up, and was
convinced it was real. I was terrified to the point of partial paralyzation for several minutes- took all my might to move my arm an inch and turn my head to see inf the vampire was there
The next night, I went up to bed alone like a big boy, really scared. Coincidentally, my mom had moved a large potted plant to the upstairs hall. My folks didn't know about my bad dream. Kids think some things are just normal, and I thought hey, that happens sometimes. I saw a shape in the semi-darkness. Didn't know it was the big plant. Thought the vampire was waiting for me.
I pounded holy hell out of that plant in the dark upstairs hall.
The human mind is capable of incredibly wild flights of fancy. Your friend is spooking himself, and worse, he's buying into it
That said, I have no doubt some bizarre things are out there. I was very close to a cousin of mine for a long long long time. We were more like brothers. One night, I was driving around, and I clearly just knew he needed a ride home from work. Stupid. He works days. I drove past his work
There he was, about to accept a ride from god knows who to get home. He worked a double that day and his car had a dead battery. I
knew he needed help as surely as I knew my nose was on my face. Can't explain it so I don't try to