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Pictured is a short horror film about a woman who begins to notice strange changes with a painting in her apartment. Each time, she looks at the painting and then looks away the girl in the painting seems to be in a different position. The ending takes a turn for the worst as you can see. (Watch Pictured) (Masterpost of Creepy Short FIlms)
Okay but why would you hang that in your apartment to begin with?
remember earlier this year when there were so many rsj blogs?
Yes and it was very embarrassing… no wonder we were made into a joke so quickly.
I'm still part of a few, but only because I can't post some of that stuff on my own blog without fear of being doxxed, so it's nice to have a somewhat safe place to express those opinions.
Personally. Most of them were pretty terrible though. However I've also made some lovely friends through them, so there's that.
-Seph
A few years ago my boyfriend and I were staying with his mom, we made the formal dining into our bedroom since the other bedrooms were occupied by his younger siblings.
One night while I was passed out my boyfriend told me he was going outside because he thought he heard someone....
Jesus H Christ on a fucking cracker!
Read the reddit link, it's worth it.
Let me tell you something: if you distilled a crash course in neuroscience to its very basics, you could say that our brains are computers.
Massive, lightning-fast computers capable of holding countless gigabytes of data, somehow concentrated into a package a bit smaller than your skull. Computers that pull a sack of meat through the motions of your daily life, some of them moving parts of their meat-sacks in a precise enough way to lift three times their body weight or win Olympic gold against less powerful meat-sacks. Computers that build smaller computers and stack skyscrapers and make art; computers that stir up emotions like dust from the bottom of a creek. We are the most artfully crafted machines in the world. No technology we manage to bring into existence will ever be as advanced as the hands that created it. Some will say we were made by a God, some sort of master-computer, but I don’t think we should underestimate the power of chance. Accidents are beautiful things, and it only takes two accidents to multiply into exponentially larger hordes. Regardless, however we were made, we are incredible contraptions, able to change the world in a matter of years.
But every computer makes mistakes.
Horror games you can play at sleepovers
This time it’s with everyone’s favorite: a possessed doll
Be careful
How about no. How about fuck no.
HEY HERE’S A WARNING SOMEONE SENT ME
MORE WARNINGS ABOUT THIS GAME
…this makes me want to try it….
O.O
no fucking way in hell
It’s about thirty minutes to midnight when my phone vibrates and starts to blare its ringtone. I jump off the couch and nearly have a heart attack. It’s just another night, one that’s been wonderfully quiet so far. After a chaotic Friday evening that lasted until five in the morning, it’s nice to spend this Saturday alone at home, watching whatever crappy movies are on TV.
I recover and answer it. It’s Mike, though I can barely hear him over the pounding music in the background. “We’re leaving the club now!” he screams. “The girls ditched us and Trent wants to get home early so he can go to church with his family.”
“Sounds good,” I say. “Did you bring enough cash for a cab this time?” Mike’s stories of getting stranded downtown in the middle of the night have become legendary.
“Nah, Jason’s friend has a car. He’s driving us back.”
I frown. “Has he been drinking?”
“Like, one or two beers. He says he’s fine.” He says something to someone nearby, but I can’t make it out. “I’ll be home soon. Don’t worry about staying up for me.”
“Thanks, but I’m not tired. That, and mom and dad told us to always deadbolt the door, and if I do that you won’t be able to get in.”
He laughs. “I’m not sleeping in the front yard again! ‘kay, I’ll be home soon.”
Oh, also I'm having a lot of useless lesbian vampire feels lately, so I will probably talk about that a lot. Watch Carmilla, you'll have useless lesbian vampire feels too!
I'm still alive! It's winter, so obviously I'm in the Underworld...no I'm totally kidding. I've just been busy with work. Stupid holiday hours. But I'm here, I'll try to post a lot more, and I'll try to not post exclusively horror (no guarantees though, I adore horror). I don't bite, so please don't be afraid to chat with me. Lots of love, Seph
Short horror story: You have to re-live your middle school years
-nopes the fuck out-
Halloween Photoshoot
by Reddit User ChutneyRain
“So my family is pretty morbid, I mean we crack really awful jokes about my missing a leg all the time. My mum and I were at the Spirit store and we found a fake leg, and well.. we came up with this freaky ass photoshoot. Why sit around an wallow when you can disturb the normal folk to no end?”
Fantastic
Killer Turns Abandoned Home Into Haunted House, Uses Real Corpses As Props
There is a serial killer in Gary, Indiana that is finally off the streets. But not before he could murder 11 people, hang their bodies on the walls and open his insanity to the public as a “Haunted House” attraction.
The serial killer in custody is 34 year old Donald Vann, and police have been looking for him since 2005. According to police, 25 bodies had been found between 2005 – 2012 – all of the murders with one thing in common.
All of the victims showed wounds with ‘crucifixion’ style markings in the hands and feet. They knew they had a serial killer on their hands. However, according to police, the killer seemed to have vanished. No bodies had been found for 2 years…. Until now.
Gary, Indiana is known for their surplus of abandoned homes, 10,000 to be exact. Most of them too run down to give away. Vann decided to find an abandoned home to occupy and make his own.
Authorities say Vann turned the basement of this abandoned house into a make shift morgue, collecting the bodies of his victims. In a video taped confession, Vann admitted he wanted to get caught. “I wanted to end this. But I wanted to make sure I’d be remembered.”
Vann said he had planned the ‘Haunted House’ for the last 8 months. Prepping the bodies for display. He opened the home on October 18 and police were called immediately by terrified attendees.
“When we entered the home, the smell was putrid. At first I thought the odor was like a stink bomb or something, ” said one attendee. “Then as we went through, he had bodies hanging up on crosses on the wall. It looked way too real. My husband went up close and touched it and said ‘Let’s get out of here! I think that’s real!’ At that point, the other people that were in there with us all ran out of the house screaming. It was absolute chaos!”
Another eyewitness said that Vann just sat there in a chair at the door entrance while people ran out. “As we were all running out and screaming, he sat to the left of the door with a psychotic smirk on his face. He just had this blank stare, an emptiness in his eyes. I don’t know which was scarier, him or the dead people.”
The police department reported receiving over 50 911 calls reporting the incident. Police showed up within minutes, and arrested Vann.
The District Attorney’s office is hoping to charge Vann with the 11 murders in the home, as well as the 25 murders that occurred since 2005. According to police, he has already confessed to 17 out of those first 25.
holy fuck look at this
This is fucking terrifying.
Reality is so much worse than fiction sometimes.
"Don’t go on Haunted House Tours" Creepypasta
Written and Narrated by creepsmcpasta
Holy shit, this story. So, the first time I listened to this, it was routine. Lay in bed, fall asleep while listening. HA! sleep… It got worse once my spouse left for work at around 2 in the morning. “All lights must be on! What was that noise?! Oh, the turtle was just moving.. Shelby stop it, you scared me.”
Jesus Christ
The legend of La Llorona (pronounced “LAH yoh ROH nah”), Spanish for the Weeping Woman, has been a part of Hispanic culture in the Southwest since the days of the conquistadores. The tall, thin spirit is said to be blessed with natural beauty and long flowing black hair. Wearing a white gown, she roams the rivers and creeks, wailing into the night and searching for children to drag, screaming to a watery grave. No one really knows when the legend began or, from where it originated. Though the tales vary from source to source, the one common thread is that she is the spirit is of a doomed mother who drowned her children and now spends eternity searching for them in rivers and lakes.
La Llorona, christened “Maria”, was born to a peasant family in a humble village. Her startling beauty captured the attention of both the rich and the poor men of the area. She was said to have spent her days in her humble peasant surroundings, but in the evenings, she would don her best white gown and thrill the men who admired her in the local fandangos. The young men anxiously waited for her arrival and she reveled in the attention that she received. However, La Llorona had two small sons who made it difficult for her to spend her evenings out, and often, she left them alone while she cavorted with the gentlemen during the evenings. One day the two small boys were found drowned in the river. Some say they drowned through her neglect, but others say that they may have died by her own hand.
Another legend says that La Llorona was a caring woman full of life and love, who married a wealthy man who lavished her with gifts and attention. However, after she bore him two sons, he began to change, returning to a life of womanizing and alcohol, often leaving her for months at a time. He seemingly no longer cared for the beautiful Maria, even talking about leaving her to marry a woman of his own wealthy class. When he did return home, it was only to visit his children and the devastated Maria began to feel resentment toward the boys. One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on a shady pathway near the river, her husband came by in a carriage with an elegant lady beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but ignored Maria, and then drove the carriage down the road without looking back. After seeing this Maria went into a terrible rage, and turning against her children, she seized them and threw them into the river. As they disappeared down stream, she realized what she had done and ran down the bank to save them, but it was too late. Maria broke down into inconsolable grief, running down the streets screaming and wailing.
The beautiful La Llorona mourned them day and night. During this time, she would not eat and walked along the river in her white gown searching for her boys — hoping they would come back to her. She cried endlessly as she roamed the riverbanks and her gown became soiled and torn. When she continued to refuse to eat, she grew thinner and appeared taller until she looked like a walking skeleton. Still a young woman, she finally died on the banks of the river. Not long after, her restless spirit began to appear, walking the banks of the Santa Fe River when darkness fell. Her weeping and wailing became a curse of the night and people began to be afraid to go out after dark. She was said to have been seen drifting between the trees along the shoreline or floating on the current with her long white gown spread out upon the waters. On many a dark night people would see her walking along the riverbank and crying for her children. And so, they no longer spoke of her as Maria, but rather, La Llorona, the weeping woman. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, forLa Llorona might snatch them, throwing them to their deaths in the flowing waters.
Though the legends vary, the apparition is said to act without hesitation or mercy. The tales of her cruelty depends on the version of the legend you hear. Some say that she kills indiscriminately, taking men, women, and children — whoever is foolish enough to get close enough to her. Others say that she is very barbaric and kills only children, dragging them screaming to a watery grave. When Patricio Lugan was a boy, he and his family saw her on a creek between Mora and Guadalupita, New Mexico. As the family was sitting outside talking, they saw a tall, thin woman walking along the creek. She then seemed to float over the water, started up the hill, and vanished. However, just moments later she reappeared much closer to them and then disappeared again. The family looked for footprints and finding none, had no doubt that the woman they had seen was La Llorona.
Another story involved a man by the name of Epifanio Garcia, who was an outspoken boy who often argued with his mother and his father. After a heated argument, Epifanio, along with his brothers, Carlos and Augustine decided to leave their ranch in Ojo de La Vaca to head toward the Villa Real de Santa Fe. However, when they were along their way, they were visited by a tall woman wearing a black tapelo and a black net over her face. Two of the boys were riding in the front of the wagon when the spirit appeared on the seat between them. She was silent and continued to sit there until Epifanio finally turned the horses around and headed back home, at which time she said “I will visit you again someday when you argue with your mother.”
She has been seen along many rivers across the entire Southwest and the legend has become part of Hispanic culture everywhere. Part of the legend is that those who do not treat their families well will see her and she will teach them a lesson. In Santa Fe, New Mexico the tall wailing spirit has been seen repeatedly in the PERA Building (Public Employees Retirement Association), which is built on land that was once an old Spanish-Indian graveyard, and is near the Santa Fe River. Many people who have been employed there tell of hearing cries resounding through the halls and feeling unseen hands pushing them while on the stairways. La Llorona has been heard at night wailing next to rivers by many and her wanderings have grown wider, following Hispanic people wherever they go. Her movements have been traced throughout the Southwest and as far north as Montana on the banks of the Yellowstone River. The Hispanic people believe that the Weeping Woman will always be with them, following the many rivers looking for her children, and for this reason, many of them fear the dark and pass the legend from generation to generation.
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Submitted by floralis-brutalis
Credits to: GreyhoundGirl78
Oh....oh no. No no no.
I keep seeing faces out my window. I don’t understand. Sometimes I can’t make out there faces. But they seem like young, shadows. Sometimes they taunt me “I have your baby”. Sometimes they scream out my name.
I don’t understand why. What did I do wrong ?
It makes me angry and one of these days I’m going to lash out. There I see one again. She’s holding a candle and she’s whispering my name. Say it bitch. Say “bloody mary” one more time.
Whoa
A couple from Tucson were perplexed when they came across a number of the objects while out sightseeing. The strange spheres were found piled up in significant quantities, some of them watery and others translucent. “We were taking photos around the area and we just…. I mean, how could you miss this ?” said Geraldine Vargas who discovered the spheres with her husband. Reporters for TV station KGUN-9 were the first on the scene and filmed the spectacle for a televised broadcast One theory to explain the strange objects is that the spheres are a type of slime, mould or jelly. Another suggestion is that they are an artificial product designed to absorb and hold moisture for use in hydrating plants, however there is no explanation for how they turned up in the middle of the desert. “It’s just one of those things that you’ve never seen before,” Geraldine added.
They definitely look like those water beads that you use to water plants, but I honestly don't know how the fuck they would have turned up in the middle of the desert....
Do you believe you have lived before? Have you had a past life or lives - growing up, working, loving, and suffering in roles very different from the one you are now playing out? Perhaps you were a different race, socio-economic class, or gender.
Those who believe in past lives suggest that there might be clues to what our past lives were in the various complex aspects that make up our current physical, emotional, and psychological personalities. Here are nine signs to consider.
