*not creepy*


Tinker Tailer

This clip is called “Tinker Tailer” and is directed by an English actor and writer Richard Ayoade. The eerie video is shot from the point of view of a driver at night, who runs into a group of strange people all dressed in black and carrying briefcases. As they look left and right and huddle up, an explosion is seen in the distance. Then a masked person comes out from the driver’s left view.



I was going to jump.

I’d weighed the options. I wasn’t about to go out and buy a gun, and I’d developed enough of a tolerance that I couldn’t be certain pills would work. Plus I’d always had an aversion to hanging and I’m too much of a coward to slit my wrists.

So I was going to jump.

I’d settled on the common idea that if one, just one person smiled at me on the way I’d turn around and try to get help. If anything, I suppose it was the last little part of me that held some semblance of hope for the future. Naturally, I received no smiles the entire way to the bridge.

So I was going to jump.

As I peered into the waters below, though, I saw a face. Not a fish, and not quite human either. But a face nonetheless. A face that stared back at me with an unusual smile. A smile that, far from the kind I’d imagined I’d see from any passerby, held a sort of joyous contempt.

See, I was going to jump.

But something about that smile wound up saving my life. Because it seemed to suggest, “go ahead, I can’t wait to meet you.”


Saturn Devouring His Son is the name given to a painting by Spanish artist Francisco Goya. According to the traditional interpretation, it depicts the Greek myth of the Titan Cronus (in the title Romanized to Saturn), who, fearing that he would be overthrown by one of his children, ate each one upon their birth.

I noticed the Virgo/Pisces axis tends to make a big deal when they’re “sick.” Virgo magnifies irrelevant details (nervous mercury) and Pisces dramatizes minimal situations (paranoia Neptune/exaggerated Jupiter). they’ll cough or sneeze or smth very small and list a whole set of diseases or illnesses they probably think they have, it’s like they want to be sick or something. It can be the other way around too, they could like when people they know get sick so that they have the chance to take care of them and feel needed; it has to do with the “service” component of the Virgo/Pisces axis

Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

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I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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