little girl ghost

  • <p> <b>Delirious:</b> you know, I think you should get this house.<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> Really? What made you change your mind?<p/><b>Delirious:</b> that sweet little girl that lived here told me how great the house was and how happy it made her, I want that for you.<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> [freezes]<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> Delirious, there was a girl that lived here, but she died years ago...<p/><b>Delirious:</b> [slow realization] ....<p/><b>Delirious:</b> WHAT?!<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> [laughs] I'm just messing with ya.<p/><b>Delirious:</b> Why would you do that?! You know how scared I am of little girl ghosts!<p/></p>


oh my god. can some amazing artist please do a drawing of a Gendrya wedding in the Godswood and Ned’s ghost is standing beside Arya always, smiling with watery eyes? Because his baby girl is getting married?

Little Girl Story

controlled–chaotic–mind submitted:

So this might be a little long and I apologize:
I moved to my house about ten years ago. When we first got there, I didn’t have my own bed yet so I slept in my parents room for the first two months or so on the floor. The door to the attic is in their room, and that door along with the closet door always terrified me and still do. I honestly can’t explain it other
than getting creeped out when I looked at it or walked by. Fast forward to when I moved bedrooms to my brothers old room, and that’s when the nightmares began.

I was a little older now and didn’t get as scared, but the my first night in the new bedroom I had the worst nightmare of my life. It starts off really weird (it’s a dream so don’t judge):

I’m driving down a highway and there’s a homeless man with a sign saying “free girls” and cages of orphaned girls all around him. Obviously I felt bad for these poor girls stuck in dog cages so I pull over and adopt one, and the man tells me “whatever you do, don’t feed her, don’t talk to her, and PLEASE don’t open the cage” I get home and I’m like well that stupid so I put the cage in my hallway and get her some food. She’s about 8 years old, in a rashly white dress, pale with dark brown hair. (before anyone says this sounds like a girl from any horror movie, I was only 10 and never watched ANY scary movies before this) when I’m walking back up the stairs I see the cage open and as I turn the corner, I see her standing in my parents room in front of the closet door with a knife in her hand. She murdered my parents

Now I’ve had this dream hundreds of times over the years and it’s always a different person that she murders, my boyfriend, friends, siblings, classmates. anyone you can imagine always more brutal death than the last time. Paired with sleep paralysis, these nightmares tormented me. Then, three years ago my house flooded bad. The water reached the kitchen where we had just gotten a new stove a week ago, so after the water receded we moved the new stove. Behind it, I found a photograph and a drawing of a butterfly. the photograph is of a little girl. in a white dress. with dark brown hair. It’s the exact picture of the girl in my dreams. Also, I probably should mention that closet door in my parents room had a lock on the OUTSIDE, which doesn’t make sense unless you’re locking something inside.

I don’t know how scary this is but I’ll find the picture of the girl when I come home from college and submit it as well, but ever since this I’ve had a lot of other… activity i guess? I see things. and feel things. if anyone cares I could talk about that too because there’s a lot of stories with that.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 9/10 Damn, yeah that’d be nice to see. Thanks for sharing the scares!

Inktober Day 1: Halloween is Sam and Carrie’s favorite holiday. They wait all year for the chance to put on a costume, go around the neighborhood, and gather as much candy as they can.  It’s the only time they’re allowed to eat candy, and they take advantage of it. “Come on Sammy!  I don’t want to be late!” Carrie runs ahead of her brother as he struggles with his giant pumpkin head mask.  She gleefully beats him to an old Victorian house.  In its time, it was a shining gem in this neighborhood, but over time, its gotten more worn and neglected over the years.  Sammy wondered if it was the right house. “It looks so spooky now” Sammy says as he creeps behind his big sister. “Go on! Knock on the door Sammy!”. Carrie barks at her brother. “I cant see too well in this mask, can you do it this time?” Sammy pleads.  Carrie responds in an exhausted “Fine!” Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock.

Carrie and Sammy always knock six times.  Its become like a tradition over all the years, so that their waiting host knows its them.  The darken patio, only lit by the flickering lights of jack o lanterns flanking the doorway, suddenly is flooded in light coming from inside the house. “Trick Or Treat!!!!” Both Carrie and Sammy say with enthusiasm.  A darken figure stands in the doorway.  

Two Girls

pan4cea submitted:

My best friend’s cousin just recently had a baby. She called me the other day freaking out, she kept repeating that I would think she was crazy. Finally she spit it out, she had recently woken up in the middle of the night just to see two young girls, about 5 and 6 standing at the foot of her bed. I dismissed her and told her it must of just been a dream, or a half-dazed hallucination. 

She called me a few days later going on about how her little daughter belly laughs for no apparent reason. She said that the little girl “looks around her and laughs harder than she’s ever seen” again i dismissed her, children are weird that way. 

Well this lady had just moved into her new  house and she was working with the land lord to fix somethings up. One day the landlord came, and still not able to get the image of the two girls out of her head, she decided to ask. She tip-toed around the subject at first, explaining that she’s not sure what but she’s been experiencing some odd happenings. She finally asks if anyone has ever witnessed any sort of apparitions and immediately the landlord replied with “Oh, you saw the little girls.” Terrified she said yes and the landlord explained that two girls had died from scarlet fever and occasionally walked around the house. 

Still freaking out my friend asked if there was anything she could do, the landlord assured her that he would talk to the little girls. I got a few more frantic phone calls after seeing apparitions and other things of the sort and I few days later I got a text saying “I’m moving out.” Apparently the landlord had talked to the girls, and when he asked if they would leave they simply replied that they were “too attached to the baby.“ 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Good call.  Thanks for sharing the scares!

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Genre: romance/fluff/love
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 2115 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.


Part 2


The first time with Jungkook?

You’ve done many first times with Jungkook and this is not a taboo topic at all. You’ve been with each other from the start and he was a witness to all of your first times whether it was embarrassing or exciting. He saw everything before his eyes. Yeah, you’re probably thinking that we’re talking about the first time you got laid, but before thinking about the first time in a naughty way, let’s talk about all the first times you and him have been sharing with each other. The first times that were a start to build up your relationship with Jeon Jungkook. This one guy that was bond to be by your side for the longest time in your life.

The first time you met him in kindergarten

It was sunny and beautiful outside. It was also your first day at this new kindergarten since you just moved from your city to this new place. You made sure to put on your favorite blue overall dress with that cute little white dress shirt under it. Your mom helped you put on these white ballerina shoes that you loved so much. You also styled your hair into pigtails and made sure to grab that pink hair clip you were obsessed with. You were meeting your new friends today and you wanted to look your best for this day in particular.  

You didn’t go unnoticed at all. You could say that at one point there was some kids who were getting jealous over all the attention you were getting. You were still very sensitive over how you just left your old city with all your friends from daycare to come here. You were also very shy and you had trouble approaching other kids to play with them, which resulted with you crying over how much you missed your old place.

You were sitting on that bench with your face buried in your tiny hands while you could almost taste the saltiness of your tears. You needed some comfort and reassurance. You were so tiny with so many things pilling up inside. It wasn’t long before he noticed you.

Jungkook was running and playing fight with his best friend Taehyung. They were both on the ground laughing like idiots and giggling with no tomorrow. Jungkook was always careful to not stain his clothes though. The boy may have been into extreme games, but he always made sure he wouldn’t get dirty like his friend Taehyung did. Meanwhile mud was all over Taehyung’s pants, Jungkook’s timberlands still looked like they were brand new.

He was also very stylish and his mom made sure to dress him up to his best every day. Today, he was wearing his white shirt with his green baseball jacket and his black pants. His black bangs were slightly hiding his vision and it has been utterly annoying him, but he still chose to not throw a tantrum, because he was not childish like the other kids.

As he was having the time of his life with Taehyung he suddenly heard these little sobs coming from somewhere.

“Shhhh” he put his little index on his pink lips as he stared at taehyung “Tae tae, did you hear that?” jungkook would tilt his head

“Hear what? “taehyung would furrow his brows

“Don’t you hear someone crying?” Jungkook pushes his hair away from his face

They could hear it more clearly this time

“I-I-Is it a-a-a g-g-ghost??!” taehyung would hide behind jungkook

“Ghosts don’t exist tae tae” Jungkook would reassure his friend

They got closer and Jungkook’s facial expression softened when he saw that it was a little girl.

“IT’S A GHOST FOR REALLLLLL!!!” taehyung shout out

“Stop shouting!! My ears hurt!” jungkook would complain “No it’s not a ghost! It’s just our new classmate”

“B-But SHE’S WEARING WHITE SHOES A-AND A WHITE SHIRT” taehyung shivered in fear

“It’s not a ghost, it’s…it’s a girl” Jungkook gulped his saliva

Jungkook always stayed away from girls for some foreign reason. Some people presume it’s because of his popularity with moms and some others say that he’s just rebelling. Jungkook was just a child and he was quite affected by how his aunts and cousins would pinch his cheeks everytime they’re invited over. He was reluctant over approaching girls in general because he was afraid to bear with such an experience once again. What if he said yes to play with girls and they’d start pinching his poor cheeks again? There was no way he would let that happen again, but this time it was different.

“A-Are you going to talk to her?” Taehyung took a step back in fear

“I don’t know…” Jungkook puffed his cheeks “Should I?”

“What if you die??! Maybe she really is a ghost!” taehyung mouth forms a slight ‘o ‘ motion

“I won’t die and I’m not scared of ghosts!!” Jungkook argue back before staring at your crying figure “She’s crying and I don’t like it…” Jungkook would pout

He felt something weird in the pit of his heart. It didn’t feel right in his perspective to let you cry like this. You could say that both of you were only 5 years old, yet Jeon Jungkook was the kind of little boy that was taught by his mom that he should never let a girl cry. He may have been reluctant to even approach you in the first place because you’re a girl and he was afraid of girls, but he still decided to take his courage and go comfort you. It may have been your first meeting but it was also his first time to voluntarily talk to a girl of his age.

Jungkook took a step forward and decided to walk to the where you happened to be. He suddenly poked gently your shoulder with his tiny index while blinking at you a few times. He knew something was wrong.

“H-Hey, a-are you okay?” he’d ask with curious eyes through his black silky bangs

You were there bawling and crying your eyes out. Your hair sticking to the tears on your cheeks that were red as hell. You looked very upset in Jungkook’s perspective and he felt annoyed about the fact that there is a girl crying. Even as a little boy he was concerned about this.

“Don’t cry” he’d pull out that cute handkerchief from his lunch box to dab it on your cheeks while you looked like a mess “My mommy always told me that girls are the prettiest when they smile.”

You stared back at him while his face was so close to yours. Jungkook was stylish even as a child and as a little girl you knew to differentiate a classmate from a prince charming, yet Jungkook seemed like a prince charming at that moment. You were five, yet he made you feel some sort of strange way. A first little feeling shot through your heart.

“W-Who a-are you?” your sobbing quiet down

“Me? I’m Jungkook” he’d shot you that dazzling bunny smile

“Jungkook?” you sniffed and tried holding back your tears

Jungkook sat beside you as he used his tiny little fingers to push away your hair that was sticking on your cheeks. He would pull his handkerchief again and dab it on your face once again.

“Why were you crying?” he’d pout while staring you “Did something bad happen at home?”

“N-No…I’m new here and no one wants to be my friend” you stare at your tiny hands

Jungkook furrowed his brows. He didn’t like this situation at all. He wanted to bring back a smile on your face for some weird reason. Why would no one want to be friend with you? You seemed like cool kid too.

“It’s okay, I’ll be your friend” he put his tiny hands over yours

“Really? You’ll be my friend?” you blink at him in hope

Jungkook felt taken aback by how happy you looked. He never saw a girl so upclose. Maybe Girls weren’t that scary, or maybe it was a misconception he had all this time? Maybe you were the only exception to that rule? He didn’t knew which reason it was, but he was curious now.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook, your new friend” he’d smile at you

“I’m Y/N” you smile back

Jungkook dusted the seat beside you before sitting closer to your side. You stared at him in fascination as he blew air on his black bangs that were getting too long and hiding slightly his eye vision.

“Can I share one of my worries with you?” he’d sigh

“You can tell me”

“You pinky promise you won’t tell anyone?” he’d hold out his pinky

“I promise “you hold his pinky

There was a slight silence before he finally confessed what was going on.

“I was very mad this morning “he’d suddenly pout

“Why?” you turn to look at him

“Mommy forgot to cut my hair” he’d sigh “Mommy is busy so she always forgets”

He then turned to smile at you. Something about this boy is always so positive that you feel like smiling back at him forever.

“But I didn’t cry and smiled at her.”

“Whoa…” your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape “You’re so amazing!!” you clap your tiny hands

“But then, I can’t even see anything with my hair like this.” he sighs

“It’s okay Jungkook.” You smile at him “I’ll help you”

Your tiny hand reached your little pigtail as you were about to take off your hair clip. You had a brilliant idea to help your new friend out. After all, Jungkook was sweet enough to help you calm down and even offered you his handkerchief. You furrowed your brows cutely as you focused on taking off the hair clip. Your cute short hair was flying through the wind.

You reached out your little hands to his bangs and he slowly backed off. He was afraid. What if you wanted to pinch his cheeks like all of his crazy aunts used to? He wasn’t going to let you believe you had the right to treat him like this.

“W-W-What are you doing?” he blinked while puffing his cheeks as a habit

“I’m helping you” you smile at him

“You won’t hurt my face, right?” he’d give you a stare

“No, I promise” you reply

“Can I trust you?” he blinked

“Yes you can trust me! “You huffed “I thought we were friends. Friends trust each other” you pout as your tears were threatening to come back

“Okay okay!!! Sorry, don’t cry, please don’t cry!!” he held on your hands

You smiled at him as you grabbed a section from his black bangs to pin it with your hair clip.It was difficult a first because jungkook’s hair is so thick and silky yet your hands are so tiny to pull all of it together. You struggled to get your work of art done and you were so satisfied once it was done.

Jungkook was blushing and he looked adorable with that pink hair clip that pulled his bangs into apple hair. His doe eyes were now apparent and he felt weird because his forehead was exposed. He looks cute and innocent unlike his usual charming side.

“You look pretty” you tilted your head to the side and the boy blushed in response

“I look like a girl” he pouted

“No you don’t!!! You’re the most handsome!” you argued

“You’re just saying this to comfort me” he sighs

“You look like a prince “you grabbed his arm

“Can I remove it now–”he was about to say but you cut him off

“That hairclip is my favorite but I’m giving it to you because I love you” you suddenly grab his hand in yours

Jungkook’s cheeks turned red and he was starting to feel very shy right now.His little world was slowly spinning. Even if he was a child, he still was aware of the importance of these words. Love is not something that should be taken lightly and his dad always taught him so. Loving someone is a big responsibility and jungkook wasn’t ready at all for this.

“Y-You l-l-love me??!” he blinked at you “But we just met?!”

“You’re my friend and I love you” you simply replied

There was probably no logic, but then again you guys were kids and you didn’t need logic. Jungkook just went with the flow and pulled you in his tiny chest where he surrounded his little arms around you and you hugged him back with no hesitation.

“I don’t know about love, but I’ll make sure  nothing ever makes you cry again Y/N”


I hope you liked the fluff in this chapter !!I’ll be making the next one depending on how much you want it <3


PhannieMay Theme Six: Wes Weston
AU Bonus; Elle Masters

tol basketball player gets saddled with smol ghostly rich girl after she takes a liking to him and because his dad works for her dad he’s not allowed to object

he’s very nervous and unhappy with it at first but she grows on him eventually

The lady in black

wewillalwaysendupdead submitted:

Okay so when I was about 7 I moved into this house in North Dakota that was really old, around 105 years at the time. It was a farmhouse and there was a bunch of land surrounding it, details probably aren’t that important. But I used to notice a lot of things in the house, little things, like feeling watched all the time and stuff like that. I remember my front door always used to open and shut randomly, but there was another door in front of it so it wasn’t super bad, and we sorta brushed it off as random wind gusts. Then when I reached around 10 or 11 weird stuff started happening.
One night I woke up at like midnight for some weird reason and turned away from my wall and there was this girl with dark hair and eyes with really light skin kinda just staring at me. I was pretty freaked out and rolled over and pulled the blanket over my head. Then a couple months later my friends came to sleep over. One was my age and another was 7 like my little sister. The 7 year old one was looking out my bedroom window when she got really freaked out and started crying. She went into hysterics, it was pretty bad. We asked her what happened and she said she saw a woman with black hair and black clothing walking up and down the path that lead from our back door towards the barn. She kept seeing the woman when she slept over and eventually refused to come over because she got so freaked out. The same thing happened on my sisters birthday party, she was playing in the shelter belt along with her friends when she saw a woman dressed in all black. She got slightly freaked out and ran to go find her friends.
Okay so fast-forward to when I was 13, my last year in the house. It was a pretty bad year in general, but its also when the hauntings, I’m going to call it hauntings, got worse. My room seemed to have the most activity in the house. I would be laying in my bed and have my face stroked, people would touch my sides almost like they were tickling me, I was even scratched on occasion. I ended up getting freaked out and lining my room with salt and all the windows and doors in the house with salt. Then about three months before we left I was laying on the couch downstairs in the front room, just watching tv and trying to sleep. It was around midnight when there was a really loud knocking on our inner front door, I couldn’t put salt on the first front door so it was lined along the second one. We lived 15 miles from the closest town and our closest neighbor was a mile away and I saw no car lights pull up. A couple minutes after that my dad ended up running downstairs asking what happened, the knocking had been so loud that it had woken him up. He checked and there was no way anyone could have reached that front door, the first one was locked and hadn’t been opened. After that I started having weird dreams with the girl from around the house, but no more sightings or anything. The dreams and everything stopped after we left the house.
I’m sorry for any bad descriptions or bad writing, or if the story is too long winded.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: Aw you’re good 7/10.  The tickling is really really strange and vaguely uncomfortable and pretty eerie.  Thanks for sharing the scares!