these stuff haunt me at night

Day 2 ; Haunted House

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! BILL!! HOLY FUCK!! IT’S GONNA STUFF ME INTO IT’S FUCKING ENDO-FUCKING SKELETON!!! MOTHER FUCKER!! HOW ARE YOU NOT FUCKING SCARED??!! BILL??!!!”

“I watched the game 3450 times in children’s nightmares every year”

“…. i..i feel so sorry for you”

“You should”

“Me and my friends were trying to scare ourselves one night. Five of us loaded up in my buddy’s small pick up truck (Two laying down in the covered truck bed.) and hit the road for the top of the mountain that was supposedly haunted.

We made it to the top of the mountain and thought it was kind of lame. It was dark that night however, like no dark that I have ever seen before. We got back in and went to the edge of town to a old grave yard we heard stuff about. We drove the truck up the dirt path on the graveyard quite some way until we stopped in front of a ditch. Dustin got out and dropped the tail gate and me and the other in the back got out. My friend Ricky and Justin stayed in the truck and Dustin, me, and the other guy were talking in the back. Apparently the grave yard was once a meeting place for cultist in the area.

During our conversation we heard our buddy Ricky screaming and pointing his flashlight up the hill to the right of the truck. We all looked over to see a greenish white something dash from the graves up into the forest. The footsteps were loud, and I mean loud. Dustin ran to the truck to drive and we jumped head first into the truck bed. We flew out of the graveyard in reverse until we hit the bottom where we heard them arguing over what they saw and who was going to get out to shut the tail gate. Eventually Ol Rick ran out shut the tailgate and peeled rubber onto the road. We went home talked about it and with our combined accounts we established it looked something like the creepy pasta creature “The Rake”. If interested you can google image “The Rake” and look for the one on the trail cam. That’s kinda like we saw.

We went back several nights under the same conditions and never found anything else. Months later we were discussing the story at my buddy’s house when his Aunt heard us talking about seeing something white in a grave yard. Immediately without her even knowing the story she asked “The graves behind Food City?” (It was.) Apparently a girl was killed there and according to her has been seen in a tight white dress. While it wasn’t a exact match to what we thought we saw it was odd and got me really thinking. This was a year ago and we haven’t went back since. Just thought I would share.”

By: TheDogeOfShibe

submission - spoopy aus
  • we always happen to run into each other every halloween because we always wear the same costumes
  • we’re actual supernatural beings and we’re both appalled by how the humans view us, like really, us vampires aren’t as brooding as hollywood says we are
  • you always wanted to try out an ouija board and I have to convince you not to, I’m not about to be haunted by some demon, I have stuff to do
  • the zombie apocalypse decided to break out on halloween night but no one can tell who’s an actual zombie or not fuk
  • as a joke you decided to dress up as me. That’s funny but I don’t sound like that, you’re taking this too far
  • (ot+ friendly) we went camping one halloween night and told ghost stories around the campfire, then things began getting a lil creepy. Are you sure this forest isn’t haunted?
  • (ot+ friendly) we decided to get drunk and fuck up a cemetery and consequently disturbed a crypt of ghosts that want to kill us
  • turns out the Skeleton War is real and actual skeletons of dead people are rising to exact their revenge. What kind of 60s B-horror film is this???

anonymous asked:

Hi there!! I wanted to start off by saying that I love your blog so much!! It's great and useful and I love seeing your stuff in my dash!! But I do have a question: tomorrow, my friend and I are going on this haunted raid trip to look for ghosts and I'm a baby witch and a tad scared of ghosts and I don't handle negative energy well but uh, do you have any tips on how to keep energies/ghosts from attaching and/or affecting me. Sorry if this is a weird ask but I hope you have a great day/night!!

Heya!

Hmm to repel ghosts i’d say keep some salt on you and do a cleansing before you get home. Put up your wards and maybe a distraction (like a poppet/box/cup whatever) for potential ghosts to latch onto instead of you. Make a sigil for protection and have fun! <3

“One night one of my coworkers and I were the only people in our store. She gets freaked out by ghost stuff so I like messing with her and telling her creepy stories. So after telling a story she stormed off. A few minutes later she shoved me from behind and I slammed into the wall. I yelled ‘what the hell is your problem?’ as I turned around only to realize no one was behind me. Then I hear her call out ‘what are you talking about?’ from the other side of the store. After I told her what happened she accused me of trying to creep her out more and while we’re standing there a door near us slammed shut. I play it off now like it was just some weird thing that happened but secretly I get freaked out every time I’m closing.”

By: AsianEgo (What is the absolute creepiest yet unexplained thing that has ever happened to you?)

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Lucia Tereschenko, third base coach at the haunted baseball diamond, and also a ghost.

Not quite sure if by “pupil-less eyes”, they meant literal pupil-less eyes, meaning only an iris, or eyes that lack both iris and pupil, but I did it like this because that’s how I imagine her

i need more lucia in my life tbh, I hope she has some appearances in future episodes <3

story time

Back when Undertale came out, there was a group on Facebook to gather fans and stuff. A lot of drama would happen everyday, there was a lot of arguing so I just stopped actively following the group after a bunch of weeks. They would mostly complain about glowing tongues, human headcanons, general opinions and so on.

One day, someone posted a bunch of human designs, and Sans and Pap were both drawn as black people. There were some pretty mean comments, but to this day, there’s this particular one that haunts me in the night:

and I don’t think I’ve ever read anything so baffling in my entire life

I also remember someone else saying “Skeleton bones are white, so Sans and Pap can’t be POC!” but that’s another story

but yea just wanted to share this fossil with you guys

Ghost story anon here. I’ll submit the few stories I have from the haunted fabric/craft store periodically so I don’t have one huge long post.
I’ll start with the one that definitely scared me the most and was the first occurrence. I was a key holder at the time and closing the store with one cashier, someone in photo, and someone in fabrics. The guy in photo had already left for the night since it was slow, so it was just the three of us girls.

I was doing my usual clean up duties and was sitting on the floor in the back by the picture frames straightening some stuff out on some of the bottom shelves when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man walk down the center aisle past the aisle I was in and towards the very back aisle(which just so happened to be near the stock room). I very clearly recall this man was wearing a black suit and walked with a very proud/determined gait(shoulders/back straight, head held high, chest puffed up like a man trying to look big/important). I even remember seeing his black shoe swiftly escape view just as I turned to look his way, so it wasn’t just a trick of the eye. It was 2 minutes until closing so I got up and went to make sure he knew we were closing and ask if he needed help with anything. I turned the way he went, which was the very back aisle of the store. It was completely empty. I looked both ways, several times, thinking there was NO way this guy up and disappeared that quickly. Then it dawned on me that he must have gone into the stock room. This freaked me out because I’ve heard stories of people hiding out in bathrooms or stock rooms to rob a place after it closes so I went to the fabrics area to grab the woman working there to come with me as back up to check it out. We got back there and it was pitch black… and empty. No one there. We even checked the bathrooms, the photo desk and workshop, even the office and break room. There was NO ONE there!

After closing the registers the girls came up to the office with me just in case, for safety, and we got to talking. Apparently I was not the only one to ever witness something odd like that. There was a rumor(not confirmed) that the store had been robbed before and someone died during the robbery. I’ve done plenty of google searches on this and haven’t actually found proof of this, but it certainly made opening and closing by myself scary! Even after we all realized it wasn’t a living and breathing man I’d seen, we still stuck together until we left the building. Possible robber or not, we didn’t want to be alone to catch the next glimpse. It’s been about 11 years since this happened and I still want to know who was haunting the place!

Lana has become my friend. She is a musician who is a poet and a video artist. She grew up on the East Coast but she is an artist of the West Coast. When I watch her stuff, when I listen to her stuff, I am reminded of everything I love about Los Angeles. I am sucked into a long gallery of Los Angeles cult figurines, and cult people, up all night like vampires and bikers. The only difference between Lana and me is her haunting voice. That carries everything. The voice is the central axle around which the spokes of everything else extend.  Lana lives in her art, and when she comes down to earth for interviews, it gets messy, because she isn’t made for this earth. She is made to live in the world she creates. She is one who has been so disappointed by life, she had to create her own world. Just let her live in it. “

- James Franco

“Lana has become my friend. She is a musician who is a poet and a video artist. She grew up on the East Coast but she is an artist of the West Coast,” Franco wrote. “When I watch her stuff, when I listen to her stuff, I am reminded of everything I love about Los Angeles. I am sucked into a long gallery of Los Angeles cult figurines, and cult people, up all night like vampires and bikers. The only difference between Lana and me is her haunting voice. That carries everything. The voice is the central axle around which the spokes of everything else extend.”

“Lana has become my friend. She is a musician who is a poet and a video artist. She grew up on the East Coast but she is an artist of the West Coast. When I watch her stuff, when I listen to her stuff, I am reminded of everything I love about Los Angeles. I am sucked into a long gallery of Los Angeles cult figurines, and cult people, up all night like vampires and bikers. The only difference between Lana and me is her haunting voice. That carries everything. The voice is the central axle around which the spokes of everything else extend.  Lana lives in her art, and when she comes down to earth for interviews, it gets messy, because she isn’t made for this earth. She is made to live in the world she creates. She is one who has been so disappointed by life, she had to create her own world. Just let her live in it. “

 - James Franco


am not
the demons 
you led me to 
believe i was once, dear. 

i am 
not the silence
you  forced my
mouth into that night.

i am not 
the ghosts that linger,
the smell of death that taints, 
the screech of souls that demand justice
that haunts. 

i am not death
i say to myself at night
as my demons screech and whine

i am not doom. 
as I remember his arms 
his hands in my hair
begging me not 
to leave.

i am not a wrecked ship
as i fall in a fitful sleep. 

he believes i am not.
so you are wrong

i am not who you made me, Commander.

—  she wrote a letter to the woman who broke her in her mind and fed the fire of revenge with it. // c.l. svnsbaks 

KagoMay Week One: How I got into Inuyasha.

My experience was like most of ours. I couldn’t sleep one night, so I turned on my TV, and with me being ten to eleven years old, the station was pretty much always on Cartoon Network. 

I caught only the ending theme this first night, and I was completely blown away by how pretty to animation and music was that I instantly fell in love with this unknown cartoon. This particular frame haunted me especially, 

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