An Unwelcome Visitor

spooky-queen submitted:

Several years ago, me, my sister, and my younger cousin were hanging out at my house in the country. My parents were out for one reason or another, so we were totally alone. It was growing dark outside, and after we’d eaten a pizza and watched a movie or two we were getting pretty bored. My sister, just goofing off, said we should play with a oujia board, but since we didn’t actually have one we made it out of the empty pizza box. So, yeah, we were just being stupid, and at the time nobody was taking it seriously. We brought our ‘oujia’ into the living room, sat in a circle in front of the fireplace and used a glass in place of a planchette. With the lights turned dim and the darkness outside growing, my sister started asking questions. She said, “Is there anyone here with us?“ 

We waited for about a minute. Even though nothing was happening, I could feel a weird sort of tension in the air and felt uneasy. She repeated the question a second time, and the glass slid over to "Yes.”

My sister then asked something along the lines of, “What is your name?" 

The glass slid over several different letters, spelling mostly gibberish, but then it moved over the letters J, O, S, E, P, H. 

She asked him, "How did you die?”

‘Joseph’ spelled out, “WATER”.

She then said, “Where did you die?”

He said, “YES,” and then, “HERE”.

When we first started this whole thing, I thought she was bullshitting with me and my cousin. But now my sister genuinely looked freaked out as well. For some reason I can’t quite comprehend, she asked him if he liked any of us. 'Joseph’ spelled out the first six letters of my name and then spewed off in a violently fast succession of random numbers and letters. We were all beyond horrified. I said we should close the conversation and get rid of the board. My sister said, “We’re leaving now. Good-bye.”

The glass moved to 'NO.’

“We are leaving. Good-bye.”


This went on for a short while longer, but eventually 'Joseph’ stopped responding. All three of us were quite disturbed and my sister, knowing we would get in trouble if our parents found our 'oujia board’, burned it in the fireplace. 

Still feeling unsettled, we decided to play Hide-n-Seek with our ten-year-old cousin. I still thought it would be a bad idea after what we had just experienced, but my cousin and sister insisted on playing it. So we did. They had me counting while they ran off to hide. It’s worth mentioning that we had almost all the lights in the house turned on at this point. 

So anyway, I looked around without much luck in finding them- until I remembered my sister’s room. It is on the opposite end of our house, away from the other bedrooms, so I thought somebody might be hiding back there. When I entered, her room was dark. The first thought that came to mind was that both my cousin and sister were hiding back there, waiting for a chance to scare me. But I looked under her bed, behind the door, everywhere. They were nowhere in her room.

To get this next part, you must understand something a little unique about her bathroom. Instead of having a normal closet, there is an empty space behind her bathroom door where my parents had fixed something of a closet for her. And when you open the door at the right angle, you can see back into the space. 

I figured someone must be hiding behind the shower curtain in her bathroom, so I opened the door. And froze. 

Staring at me from the other side of the door, just enough to where I could see it from the space between door and wall, was a bone white face. Perfectly smooth. Two large, dark sockets where the eyes should be. I stared at it in silence. It stared back at me, moving slowly from side to side as if swaying. I didn’t scream. This went on for maybe five seconds. As soon as I realized what was happening, I slowly closed the door back and walked out. My sister and cousin were coming from the other end of the house, wondering what was taking so long.

To this day, I still don’t know what it was looking at me from the other side of my sister’s bathroom door. I still think it might have been 'Joseph’, but the brief sight of him, as well as the eerie, cold feeling he brought, will remain with me forever.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 10/10 FUck I like this one. Hella spooky stuff even with a homemade ouija board. Thanks for sharing the scares!

sophiathemostfabulous  asked:

What abouuuut Mccree, Hanzo and Gabe reacting to an SO with a birthmark in a weird spot? (In this case, right on the area between thigh and butt on the side and a big freckle) . They just found it oops ;3


- Did he die and go to heaven? He loves it

- You think it’s a little weird how much he likes it

- Will kiss it when you guys are intimate. Especially the freckle

- He even gives it its own affectionate nickname. He calls it li’l sugar

- Don’t ask why, he just does


- Sees it when you’re doing your morning stretches

- Isn’t sure if he should keep looking or look away

- He settles on watching you but sneakily, so you don’t notice

- He gives away how much he likes it when he kisses it later


- Pre-fall he would have been very vocal about how much he likes it

- Lavished it with kisses during intimate moments

- Post-fall he still likes it, but he’s not vocal about it

- But he will often give it a gentle caress when he thinks you’re asleep

- He thinks it makes you even more beautiful than you already are

Quotes I've Said While Reading Fics



“I’m done, I’m so done. I can’t read this.” *Exits out* *waits thirty seconds* “FUCK IT.” *starts reading again*


“Ugh I hate this… But I’m too invested.
F u c k.”

“There’s a time that everyone reaches in their lives where they think ‘nothing can be worse than this’. This fic is that time.”

“Oh, wait, nevermind, I found a worse one.”

“Why did he have to die?! I hate this story!… Time to recommend it to all my friends.”

“Your gay is showing.”

“Ha! You’re straight!? Okay, pal, so am I.”

my mom's comments on every act 2 hamilton song
  • What'd I Miss: oh THIS is Thomas Jefferson!!
  • Cabinet Battle #1: "turn around bend over i'll show you where my shoe fits" still more civilized than the 2016 presidential debates though
  • Take A Break: philip grew up fast
  • Say No To This: how hot was this hamilton anyway (me: what why) a lot of people seem to be in love with him i'm just wondering
  • The Room Where It Happens: this must be your favorite song, because it's about wanting to be included
  • Schuyler Defeated: *hears first four notes* i thought we already heard this song
  • Cabinet Battle #2: i wish all debates were just rap battles
  • Washington on Your Side: the fast talking guy is back
  • One Last Time: did he die
  • I Know Him: is this the king again (me: yes) oh i thought he died or something
  • The Adams Administration: "sit down john you fat motha--" i thought he was friends with john though (me: nope wrong john)
  • We Know: "my god" is it weird that his voice is soothing to me
  • Hurricane: intense
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: were the hamiltons like the kardashians
  • Burn: this is angelica right (me: no it's eliza) well the hamilton doesn't deserve her
  • Blow Us All Away: "How about when i get back we all strip down to our socks" I DONT LIKE THIS BOY
  • Stay Alive Reprise: oh no.
  • It's Quiet Uptown: i should be crying but it makes me wonder if i would be this sad if you died, and i don't know if i would be, so now i'm just guilty (me: oh my god)
  • The Election of 1800: "can we get back to politics please" i agree
  • Your Obedient Servant: this song is almost as passive aggressive as you are
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: how did she forgive him
  • The World Was Wide Enough: "the world was wide enough for both hamilton and me" wow
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: if your father cheated on me and then wrote a song about it i probably would not do anything for him again
  • Conclusion: good music but i'm still not buying you tickets

Grave of Dr. Timothy Clark Smith

In New Haven, Vermont lies a unique grave. Because of the prevalence of accidental burials in the 1700s & 1800s, many people used preventative measures such as bells should someone find themselves buried alive. Dr. Smith decided that wasn’t enough, and deemed that a window be installed on his grave in the event of his death. When he did eventually die, a secret vault for his wife was also built under his grave. Today the window is blurry with condensation and mold, but if a person shines a flashlight down into the grave at night, the body is still visible. Tales of hauntings also follow this grave, and the surrounding cemetery. People have made reports of an eerie green light within the grave at night and peering into the window and seeing a living face staring back at them. An old urban legend also says if you knock upon the window three times, you will hear screams and the doctor himself will appear.

Photos by J.W. Ocker

what she says: im fine

what she means: did credence really die? he was pelted over and over again with a multitude of spells, but did he REALLY die? was he just hurt? there was a bit of the obscurial left, but was it credence? was credence still in control? was it moving by itself? was it just the wind? where did the obscurial go? where did credence go? was it really a piece of the obscurial?


The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel. Or was it only that he had been fifteen? They were all in their graves now, the Sword of the Morning and the Smiling Knight, the White Bull and Prince Lewyn, Ser Oswell Whent with his black humor, earnest Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Kingswood Brotherhood, bluff old Sumner Crakehall. And me, that boy I was…when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys’s throat? - ASOS, Jaime VIII

Mayor Cardinal, from her home, issued a statement about the disintegration of our town and bleeding together of realities. The statement reads: “My father, who died of liver cancer when I was five, has returned. He arrived from a hole in our reality. I am choosing to go with him, Night Vale. I am choosing the world where he did not die, where I did not kill my double, where dragons did not destroy our town. Listen to the ripping of the firmament and find a world you prefer, Night Vale. All else is pain.”

Listeners. I beg you not to do this. This is the world we built, right here. If you leave, if you don’t accept it – it cannot hold together.

Hold tight those you love, Night Vale. Not for fear of their loss, but for love of their presence. Hold onto what you know is real. Life is only a narrative, but it’s a narrative we write together.

I love Magnus was able to move on from Julia’s death without moving on from Julia.  Like he still loves her and never forgets her, but he stopped looking for a cause to die for just so he could be with her again.  and it was a platonic/familial bond that allowed him to find something to live for.  He never tries to love romantically again like a character in a romcom, because Julia is the love of his life he knows and accepts that.  It’s not like he’s depressed or anything he just knows and is okay with that.   He stopped mourning her and instead decided to life for his friends and in her memory so that he could make her proud once he did die

anonymous asked:

How about Altean Prince Lance and Galra Keith?

Wah! I assume you mean fic or headcanon? Not sure. Let’s go with something  in between coz I haven’t had coffee yet so please excuse errors in this piece.

KLance for breakfast, why not? :D

Six Unreasonable Things He Hated About The Altean Prince And The Seventh Thing That Made Sense

1. Keith hated Lance’s—Prince Lance’s, as he often corrected himself, urgh—Keith hated his royal pain in the ass’ horrible sense of schedule or lack thereof. He never had a schedule when coming to the woods and Keith had to fucking figure it out on his own when the prince would decide to just leave the castle go on a stroll. Or skinny dip. Or hunt rodents. Or let the trees cast its leafy shadows on his face illuminated by the quietly greeting sunlight peeking from the gaps between the branches as he quietly slept near the lake. Not that Keith had any opinion of that particular scene playing out.

2. Keith hated that Lance thought slipping past his bodyguards to go wherever or do whatever was cool. It wasn’t. Dangerous was what it was. What did he think the crown was paying his bodyguards for if not to protect him? What if something happened to him? What if he got kidnapped? What if he tripped on his own stupidity and fell off a cliff? While it was true that nothing of the sort had come close to happening, Keith wasn’t taking any chances. So he kept watch.

3. Keith hated how Lance was bad at hunting. Well, not especially bad but just not good enough for Keith’s standards. There were far better ways to hold a dagger and more efficient ways to lay out a trap. Even Galra children knew this and… And holy hell, has no one told the prince that it was a bad idea to hide with his ass sticking out like that, the idiot? The big stupid Altean idiot. Why was Keith still looking!?

4. Keith hated how Lance lied about not bringing a gun when he went to the woods despite having the best aim in possibly all of Altea. His reason was that he wanted a challenge and guns would make hunting lose its challenge. The truth was that the guards had been so alert with his escaping shenanigans that escaping with guns had went from “can do if done right” to “nope, they have detectors now”. Had Lance never heard of slingshots, though? 

5. Keith hated that Lance was bad with daggers and swords. His swings were often too wide and too wild and his footwork was passable at best that Keith’s Galra upbringing were starting to make alarm bell noises. Lance was tall, lean, and fit. With constant and diligent training and exercise, handling blades wouldn’t be a chore. Keith would teach him but the opportunity had never presented itself and Keith wasn’t in any position to be making opportunities for them. Or him. Not them. There was no “them”.

6. Keith hated how Lance needed to go back home, back to the castle surrounded by sturdy walls, patrolled by guards, no longer visible from the forest where Keith lived.

7. Keith hated being a nobody stalking the Altean Prince Lance like this.

They weren’t friends. Not even acquaintances. Lance didn’t know he existed.

He wasn’t Lance’s bodyguard, wasn’t a knight secretly hired to keep him safe,  wasn’t part of his royal court anything. He wasn’t patriotic of any sort, wasn’t a diplomat and had no dreams of being so, and he sure as hell wasn’t looking up to the prince like he would an idol but… But Keith saw him one day. Randomly. Out of chance. The Galra was hunting for food and he found an Altean prince instead.

If it wasn’t for the crest on his shoulder, Keith wouldn’t even know Lance was a prince at first sight because Keith thought royalty was supposed to look, er, royal.  And Lance was nothing but happy-go-lucky sunshine that had Keith waiting in the forest every morning just to see if the Altean Prince managed to slip by his guards and run to have his little “adventures” again. He’d learned his name from one of the guards who found the prince sleeping under a tree and fuck if Keith didn’t stab that large armored stranger if his Galra senses had been a second late in realizing that this creature wasn’t a threat.

That’s when Keith properly realized the gap. Lance was an Altean Prince. And Keith… Keith was just some random Galra who had illegally migrated to Altea, finding refuge in a random god damn forest. Finding Lance was purely out of chance and Keith should be thankful. Any more than that was too much to ask.

But the first time Lance didn’t come to the woods for more than a week straight, Keith was this damn close to breaching the castle walls to get to the bottom of everything. What happened? Where was he? Was he sick? Did he die? Did he trip on a rock and die? Did something go wrong when he escaped and he died? Did he get kidnapped and die? 

So Keith promised himself and any divinities who would possibly hear his prayers if they existed that he’d stop being a creep in exchange for Lance being okay. That he’d either man up and introduce himself or just straight out stop stalking.

But Lance showed up the next day and everything went back to “normal”. They were back to Lance coming to the forest at least once a week and Keith watching him do whatever. But only from afar. Forever from afar.

something that always fucks me up is the flash-forward we see in the murder arc where we’re shown arthur’s future.

just think about it. this scene must occur at least 25 years into the future, meaning our ciel is likely dead and the contract is likely finished by this point. how many of arthur’s books did our ciel even get to read? what age did he die? did arthur know he died? what the fuck. this is the future of kuroshitsuji, after everything has happened… and we don’t even know what will happen yet.