haunted me

I wonder, if FAHC Jack decided to introduce a swear jar into the crew’s every day life, who would be the first one to add money and who would be the one to throw that stupid jar out of a window because the crew is spending more time arguing over who said what than actually doing their jobs?

The Angry Old Man

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When I was 11 my family moved into this old house in Calgary, Alberta and we lived there for close to 2 years. It seemed like your average house in a quiet neighbourhood, but the rent was very cheap and it was quite large for the price. Soon after we moved in it let us know why it was so inexpensive and that it was anything but normal. 

Weird lights, disembodied voices, a feeling of being watched, and the sounds of footsteps walking where no one was. A shadow person wandered the halls at night, and they never did anything to me but scared me so bad I kept my bedroom door closed at all times. The door to my room would open on its own or the door handle would turn and rattle until I told it to stop. We called the presence the angry old man, why we we were never too sure but it just felt right.

As time past the activity increased and became more aggressive. The shadow began tormenting my brother, waking him at night and leaving him too scared to sleep again or speak of them. My little sister had night terrors that she never had before that house or after. Sometimes we’d smell burning with no source or hear clawing at the windows with no wind or nearby trees to blame it on. My parents would fly into rages for no reason and then not be able remember the events that occurred during these mood swing.

The scariest thing that happened to me occurred one night when I was home alone. I was doing homework in the dining room waiting for my family to get back from some errands. I finished my work and decided I would draw for awhile and went into the basement, where the bedrooms were, to get my art supplies.

The stairs lead into a hallway and immediately to the right was my parent’s room, which didn’t have a door and was instead closed off by a thick black blanket. As I came to the bottom of the stairs I saw lights under the blanket and could hear voices on the other side. It was muffled and I couldn’t make out any words but I didn’t try too hard since I figured my mom had left her tv on. I headed left down to the end of the hall where my room was, grabbed my stuff and went back to the stairs.

Only this time it was silent and dark in my parent’s room. There was no power outage and my mom didn’t have a timer on her tv, so I was alarmed. With this horrible feeling of dread I pushed aside the blanket to the bedroom and it’s pitch black inside. All the curtains and windows were closed and there’s nothing out of place, but I felt like I was being watched by something sinister and it was mad at me for intruding.

I booked it up stairs and spent the rest of the evening in the dining room trying to be as quiet as possible out of fear that it would come up from the basement and get me if I disturbed it again. My mother later told me how a few nights before that she woke up to a shadow figure with glowing red eyes looming over her bed. She stared at it in terror for a few moments until it vanished. Then she woke my step-father who yelled at it to leave his family alone and was scratched terribly on his back for his trouble.

We moved out that same week and needless to say we were all relieved to be free of that house. 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 That sounds like a super scary house in the most haunted place on earth, Alberta.  Also “With this horrible feeling of dread I [went into the place that was clearly haunted].”  lmao like why dude?  Thanks for sharing the scares!

  • People using an Ouija Board, 2096: What do you want?
  • Me: t o c r a c k o p e n a c o l d o n e w i t h t h e b o y s
  • People: ...What?
  • Me: s o m e o n e p e e d i n t h e b a l l p i t
  • People: We don't understand! Please, who are you?
  • Me: s h r e k i s l o v e s h r e k i s l i f e
  • People: Shrek? What is Shrek? Is that your name?
  • Me: *the entire Bee Movie script, one letter at a time*

Never forget that, on the 11th of July 1995, one of Europe’s greatest crimes against humanity-the Bosnian genocide-reached its peak with the brutal massacre of over 8,000 Muslim Bosnian men & young boys of all ages, and the the expulsion of 25,000-30,000 Muslim Bosnians that followed the very same day.

Never forget that this bloody extermination was strategically made with the intention of “cleansing” Europe of its ethnic Muslims, and is an act that modern day xenophobia & islamophobia still echoes.

Never forget that this genocide was part of a greater atrocious and vicious ethnic cleansing campaign that lasted, largely ignored & unrestricted, from 1992-1995. It included unlawful confinement, murder, rape, sexual assault, torture, beating, robbery, and inhumane treatment of civilians. It not only targeted political leaders but also intellectuals & professionals. There were unlawful deportations, unchecked shelling of civilians, unlawful appropriation of real and personal property by the government, the destruction of homes and businesses, and the destruction of places of worship.

Never forget.
May they rest in power.

Happy birthday Zen!
Here’s my April Fools’ prank. I promised something spicy but you get fluff instead. I hope you’re not making a sad face. I’m smiling (: 

@sixpenceee This is a story for you, this literally just happened to me about an hour ago.

I got home from work today and I was singing in the bathroom while I was taking off my makeup. My boyfriend and I record covers of songs and I started to hear music from the living room so I stopped singing to listen. I was hearing a cover we did of Nutshell by Alice in Chains and I thought my voice sounded really good in this particular recording so after a few seconds when my boyfriend walked into the bathroom I asked him which specific audio he played because I liked it.

He looked at me really confused and asked “What do you mean?” I asked him again and he still looked baffled and said slowly “I was playing guitar… I could hear you singing. You sounded really good.” I just stared at him, slowly starting to realize what just transpired.

I thought my boyfriend was playing a recording because I could hear my own voice, or something like it. He thought I was singing from the bathroom for the same exact reason except I wasn’t singing. I don’t know who or what was. I am having a hard time wrapping my head around this, although I am not particularly surprised as weird things seem to gravitate towards me.