👉 Okay, letās tackle thisā¦ peculiar little mouthful! 3VCC doesnāt actually stand for anything immediately recognisable, and honestly thatās kind of what makes it brilliant. It was coined by a disgruntled sometime-folklore enthusiast named Bartholomew Higgins, way back around 1902, to describe the feeling of... let's just say an aggressively underwhelming sense of being watched.
Essentially, HVCC is the prickliest version of "the ick." You know when something almost isnāt right? When you catch a whiff of air that feels too still, and you swear the drain is following your every movement, but nothing visibly happens? That's HVCC. It's the psychic residue of an unsettling vibe left behind by something nobody quite understands. It's not necessarily a ghost, exactly (though it could be. Letās not dismiss that!). Instead, it's the lingering feeling of a low-level, profoundly uncomfortable awareness of a presence ā but without any clear indication what that presence actually is . Bartholomew Higgins himself described it as "the way the wallpaper seems to frown at 3:17 on Tuesdays." (He was a serious man. It was awful.) Here's an unsettling example sentence, designed to really tap into that 3VCC marrow of your bones: āThe antique rocking horse in the hallway began to creak even when there wasn't a draft,
