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Haunted Objects - the Dibbuk Box

A dibbuk box is a wine cabinet which, according to Jewish folklore, is said to be haunted by a restless, evil spirit that is capable of haunting and possessing the living. One particular dibbuk box became famous when it was listed on eBay along with a terrifying backstory.

The story began in September of 2001, when an antique buyer and refinisher attended an estate sale in Portland, Oregon. The auction was held to sell off the belongings of a 103-year-old woman, and her granddaughter informed the antique dealer of the woman’s past when she noticed that he had purchased a simple wooden wine cabinet.

The old woman had been Jewish, the only one of her family members to have survived her time in a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. When she immigrated to the United States, the wine cabinet and two other items were the only things she brought with her. The woman’s granddaughter explained that her grandmother had always kept the box hidden away, and said that it should never, ever be opened because it contained a malicious spirit called a dibbuk. She requested that the box be buried with her, but since doing so went against Jewish tradition, her family did not oblige. When the antique dealer asked the granddaughter if she would like to keep the box for sentimental reasons, the woman vehemently refused, becoming very upset and saying, “We made a deal! You have to take it!”

The dealer took his purchase back to his shop and placed it in his workshop in the basement. Immediately, strange and frightening things started happening. He was called by his frantic shop assistant, who said that the lights had gone out, the doors and security gates had locked, and she heard terrible sounds coming from the basement. When he investigated, he discovered a terrible odor of cat urine lingering in the air, and every light bulb in the place had been smashed.

The dealer gave the wine box to his mother as a gift, and the woman immediately suffered a major stroke. In the hospital, she spelled out, “H-A-T-E G-I-F-T” as tears spilled from her eyes uncontrollably. He attempted to give the gift to several more people, but it was always returned to him within a few days, usually because people just didn’t like it, or because they felt that something about it was evil. He began suffering from a recurring nightmare, and he later found that all of his family members who had been around the box were having the same dream. He started seeing shadow figures darting around in his peripheral vision, as well.

After finally admitting that there was something paranormal happening, he went online to research and fell asleep at his computer. When he woke up, he felt like something was breathing on his neck, and when he turned his head he saw a huge shadow figure dashing away from him down the hall. He then decided to list the item on eBay, along with a detailed account of what had happened to him since obtaining the box. Jason Haxton, the curator of a medical museum in Missouri, purchased the box from the eBay auction. He later wrote a book detailing the strange story of the dibbuk box, and in 2012, a horror movie based on the book entitled The Possession was released.


Long time no post… Lol… i have not worked with my dolls for a long time and that us because they were put away in their boxes so i decided ti invest on a simple cube cabinet which is a great idea 😁 i’ll see them more often and i’ll be more creative because they are reachable now lol… i am restyling almost everyone… so i might start posting again bit by bit
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maydayjyp  asked:

hey missy! can I request 4 - a drunken kiss - with yoongi please? thank you!

four_a drunken kiss

there are days where you’d want to drown your worries away, let them swim in your mind with the battling substance of alcohol trying to ease you out and assure you hey, it’s fine. take another shot.

it just so happens this time yoongi needs a couple of drinks himself.

so what do the both of you do?

ah, simple. the cabinet above the sink, to your right; a secret place past the condiments reveal a selection of your (and yoongi’s) favorites. yoongi’s a gentleman, opting for whatever you like and you’re taking out a bottle shape that is very familiar to yoongi’s eyes and it doesn’t take very long for him to know it’s his favorite you went for.

“didn’t know you like this,” he muses, accepting the shot you pour out for him and you chuckle, shaking your head as you settle between his legs, leaning back onto his chest with an idle grin, “you looked like you needed it more than me - that’s all. i still think vodka is better,”

“vodka’s shit,” he murmurs, downing the shot of rum and you huff, tapping his thigh pressing yours in as they stretch under the coffee table, “hey, don’t mock my selection of favor. i didn’t say anything about what you like,”

“fine, fine,” he sighs, albeit too dramatic but it gets you laughing. so it’s enough for him.

what’s not enough is the drinks. so you pour him another, and another, and another. he pours you a few, intervals between his shots and it’s a little over the count you usually go for that you’re tipsy, way past that and yoongi’s no different, either. somewhere past the fifth shot is when the words and frustrations start to fly out. music’s not going smoothly with him, work isn’t exactly dandy for you either.

as much as yoongi would love to indulge for more, he sees how you’re already giggling and it’s contagious because he starts laughing. he peels the shot glass from your hands, clinking it onto the table as steady as possible before he allows you move from between his lap. you don’t get too far; a couple of crawls and you’re oofed on the floor that he laughs, head tossed back, hand motioning you over when you whine.

past a small hiccup, yoongi drags himself over to you. luckily it’s a short distance that yoongi’s able to lay by your side, deciding to just be here than make a team effort to the bedroom. you’re twice as gorgeous past the blurry vision yoongi has and let’s just say the alcohol drives your desire to hook a leg over yoongi’s legs. he smirks, hand already dragging up your thigh to pull you closer and that’s when he kisses you.

the taste burning on your tongue, similar to the ones down your throat but nothing compares to the feeling of his lips molding yours into a smile. there’s teeth, there’s teasing, a hint of a need to get frisky but tiredness overwhelms the pair of you after a passing moment. parting to get a breather, yoongi can only smile as he pushes your hair back, smoothening your leg down to tangle with his before his arms come around you, dragging the rug along the process to get you closer.

as you snuggle against his chest with your arms wrapping around his torso, yoongi asks an irrelevant question: “we gonna sleep here?”

“i’m not walking,” you murmur, squeezing him and he relents, resting his chin atop of your head, “sounds good to me.”

Democrats are complaining that Trump is gonna get most of his cabinet through with a 50 vote majority but say jack shit about how Harry Reid changed senate procedure from requiring 60 votes to a simple majority to confirm cabinet members so Democrats could ram through Obama’s cabinet appointees??? The only people Democrats have to thank for Trump’s cabinet being approved without a filibuster is themselves.

oldusukisses  asked:

37+ 11 for usuk?

(-cheats the system-)

37 + 11 - meeting in prison au/partners in crime

Arthur caught sight of him and stopped. They both silently looked at one another from across the vent shaft, stopping in their attempts to crawl through in. Was he trying to break out? Did he think the same of Arthur? Arthur scanned his eyes over his figure then realized he wasn’t wearing any of the prison clothing. He wore a black suit and was bigger in build than Arthur, he could tell from how much of the vent he took up. It was hot and stuffy and honestly Arthur was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic. If there had been any better way than this he would have gone for it but as it was…

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