#Haunting in Mexico

[roxspoxs]

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[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP: Travel Buddy

"I already told you I'm not going to another country! I'm going to New Mexico!" The shout echoes with frustration across the airport. Dick looks up from his phone to where a man is arguing with a woman behind a counter. She has a pinched grimace on her face, an expression only those who have worked in customer service are familiar with.

It's the look of someone who dances on the line of "I don't need to up with this bullshit. I don't need this job" and "Think of your bills, think of your check, stay calm."

There is a long line behind him, where everyone is making faces at the delay.

Dick often preferred to travel with Justice League tech, as nothing beat the speed of instant teleportation, but he needed to have some records of traveling the normal for his civilian identity. It would be suspicious if he was seen worldwide with no signs of how he got there.

It was a necessary evil to have his loveable wanderlust persona that was Dick Grayson-Wayne. He had taken a few aspects of Brucie Wayne but replaced the playboy reputation with a restlessness that couldn't stand being in one place for too long.

Growing up with people constantly pointing out how attractive he was, which would have been fine were it not for the rich old men and women who leered at him through his teen years. He could not stomach being a playboy, allowing those who objectified him to think he enjoyed their attention.

It was easier to be the easily distracted, pretty son who was always away from home instead. It helped that Bruce had plenty of private jets to gift his son for whatever whimsy urge to move hit him. That was why he was in Illinois today.

Dick's jet had needed to stop for some fuel, and like most commercial airlines, they were told that they needed to wait before heading up again. They may have enough money to afford their own planes, but commercial planes have the right of way.

Then a storm was reported at Gotham Airlines, and his pilot told Dick they were grounded until it cleared up. It could be a delay of six hours.

Dick didn't mind, having told his staff to take a break. If it got too bad, he would buy everyone a hotel room to try again tomorrow. His private jet staff seemed stunned by the offer, insisting they could wait to see if it was clear enough to fly in a few hours.

He had decided he wanted to have some crappy airport snacks, as it was part of the experience, and walked around the airport munching on his chocolate donut. He found a little booth selling local coffee, prompting him to find a seat near the welcome counter and scroll through his phone.

He still had three hours to kill, so he considered exploring the area a little. I suggest finding some hotels just in case. There was little in this place. The closest city was Amity Park, but it was only beside the mall and a decent burger joint; there was little to do.

It was one of those small towns that, despite not having many people, was well spread out due to all the open spaces. The people who lived there either raised a family, retired or had bloodlines traced generations back to the town's founding.

"Sir, as I stated before, you need a passport, and you have to pay for an international ticket to go to Mexico," The woman hissed. Some people in line began muttering about how annoying the man was for arguing.

"All I have is my driver's license. I could go home for my passport. That's no issue, but I am not paying for an international ticket to Mexico when I am not going there! I'm staying in the US! New Mexico is a state!" the man shouts, flailing his long black trenchcoat. It makes the black ponytail swing side to side as he leans on the counter. "How do you work in travel and not know that!?"

"What is going on here?" A man demands, stepping beside the gumming woman. Dick can tell he is the manager just by the way his uniform looks different.

"This man is refusing to listen." The counter lady practically spits and is now leaning well over the "I don't need this job" side of the customer service line. Dick finds himself standing up as the manager gets a quick rundown of the problem.

The crowd was getting impatient, even with the two other representatives slowly calling up the next customer. Curious by the outcome, Dick drifts closer, listening to the man explain that he wants to go to New Mexico to study the enormous reports of violent paranormal sightings.

He was apparently visiting all highly haunted states in the US to write a book about the history of the hauntings, but when he was attempting to get his ticket, the woman had been convinced he was leaving the country. Dick watched in real-time as the manager also seemed to think New Mexico was in Mexico because he began to explain the international policy to the fuming man.

They threatened to put him on the no-fly list if he continued causing them trouble. That angered the traveler even more, and he raised his voice and waved his arms as he insisted the location be within the country.

Dick pulls out his phone, typing with one thumb quickly and pulling up a map of the country. He slid right next to the trio, standing at the stranger's left with an easy smile.

"Excuse me, can I have a moment of your time?" He asks

The woman's frustration is now nearing its tipping point, but the manager must have recognized him, for he hastily scrambles to make his expression more pleasant.

"Mr. Grayson-Wayne! Please give me one moment to sort this out. I can help you if that's okay with you. I'm sorry for the delay. Karen, call security to have this man escorted out."

"What!?" Demands the guy as the woman grins.

"With pleasure."

"New Mexico is a US state, " Dick cuts in, displaying his screen. "It's been one since 1912, I'm afraid."

The airline employees are pale as they stare at his phone before the manager pulls it out of his pocket and types rapidly on it. A few seconds later, his already white face goes even whiter.

Dick considers the man next to him, who has a grin starting to bloom on his face. It's a pretty handsome face if he's honest. A dig has him looking away towards his phone.

It's a message from his pilot. It seems the storm was due to Mr. Freeze, and they weren't expecting it to clear for at least four days. He was asking if there was anywhere else Dick wanted to fly to.

"I'm so sorry. I'll bump you up to first class." The manager says to the stranger, who is looking rather smug now. Dick considers his pilot's question before thinking, why not.

He does have an image to uphold, after all.

"Would you like a ride in my private jet? " Dick turns to the man, who blinks at him while cutting off the rambling of the woman and the manger. "I can drop you off wherever you want in New Mexico. Where were you headed?"

"Ugh, I wanted to visit Dawnson Cemetry, " the man stammers. "I-do you really have a private jet?"

"Yeah. Would you like to go with me?"

There is a moment of hesitation before the man grabs his wallet off the counter and nods. "If it's not too much trouble," he responds cautiously.

"It's not. I'm Dick Grayson-Wayne, by the way."

"Danny Fenton."

Dick waves the two employees away, winking at them as they slump in relief that Danny doesn't seem to want to make this into an incident. Likely, he had just been upset they weren't listening.

"Most haunted places in the US, huh?" Dick asks while sending a text to his crew. He gets confirmation that they can head over to the southwest post haste. "Aren't you scared of ghosts?"

Danny gives an odd little smirk. "I haven't been afraid of ghosts since I was fourteen."

Dick stares at his mouth a little too long, swinging his gaze back to his phone when he gets a message from Bruce. His dad had been informed of the flight change and was using the coded message to confirm Dick being the one to change it.

He types out a response, ignoring the fluttering of his heart. If he checks to see what other states are highly haunted as Danny looks around his jet with a fallen jaw, that's only because he has four days to kill.

[s0fter-sin]

what i would give for a ghost based cod campaign. can you imagine if they pulled from the comics and had roba come back and want to get revenge against ghost for destroying his empire? the 141 slowly learning about simon riley and banding together to kill his ghost?

ghost being so certain he killed roba to set up an unreliable narrator; taking this unfathomable soldier, the nightmare of the 141, and realising he bleeds humanity. playing as ghost through flashbacks of mexico and his torture under roba but in the current time, little details break down; little inconsistencies of enemy numbers or base layout or what people look like, things that you can't be sure if you the player just missed something or if it’s really ghost seeing things that aren’t there

ghost starting to question how much of his memory is real, both what he went through with roba and what he’s currently experiencing; if it's his trauma bleeding through or if he's breaking for the last time. he doesn’t know if he can trust himself ("just make sure you can trust yourself. start there") and he has to reckon with completely trusting the 141 when he realises he can't

i need a sequence of him just losing his shit; hearing roba's voice in his head, his taunting “english” telling him he never left his compound, seeing the dead prostitute and his father laughing, always laughing, the tear of the meathook between his ribs and sting of the scorpions in his flesh, the coffin and the rotting stench of the dark and all of it culminating in ghost almost accidentally shooting soap when he tries to talk him down

whether it ends up being someone pretending to be roba or they just change it to roba still being alive, either way i need a ghost based campaign with personal stakes and character depth

[adobealmanac]

👻Hitchhiker Prevention👻

First off— What are hitchhikers? Essentially, they are ghosts/spirits/entities often found in cemeteries and graveyards that tend to follow people home. In a way they are a type of parasitic entity. However there are some methods that you can use to easily protect yourself against them as they don't exactly attach to you, they follow and stalk you, often maliciously.

Preventing a Hitchhiker:

Firstly, it is best to preemptively work to protect yourself against such spirits by veiling / heavily protecting yourself prior to entering the burial grounds. It helps to be fully clothed, doing things like covering as much skin as possible. Wear gloves, high socks and boots, and a mask if you can to obscure yourself.

On your way home stop at no less than three stops. Typically, public spaces are preferred. Stop at places like Taco Bell, a park, or the parking lot in front of a store. Hang around these places for a while, walking around, not just remaining static.

Prior to entering your house take off as much of your clothes as you are comfortable with before entering your house and leave it outside until the next morning. It can help to wear layers so you can just shed the outer layer, whilst retaining your privacy. It also really helps to shower the second you get home with the intent to cleanse the entirety of your body and energy, allowing any negative energies and entities to slip down the drain.

Legal Note: This post was originally penned by me for the grimoire of a pagan discord server which I am no longer affiliated with. As it is my original work I shall post it here with my name associated with it. Do not assume that anyone but me wrote this post.

[ancilladei]

[ratatatastic]

"chucky did one with the cardinals not too long ago did you reach out to him any advice?" "i didnt... yeah just going for it we'll see what happens 😃!" (proceeds to be consumed by the spirit that haunts loan depot and airmails the ball)

"Have you thrown a first pitch before? And just your nervous level for tonight?" "I have never thrown a first pitch... a little bit of nerves! You always wanna throw a strike but I think I'll be alright!" "Did you play baseball growing up at all?" "Just a little bit, just when I was younger. And then started to kind-of get into hockey a little bit more and—so just when I was, you know, up until I was 7 or 8, I think?"

Fox Sports 940 | 9.6.24

wonderful form this man did not want to get chirped for not reaching the plate he put his whole arm into that 😭😭😭😭

philedelphia phillies @ miami marlins | 9.6.24 (x)(x)(x)

also just to note that erods wearing a 10th ani florida marlins hat as he dons the black alts which goes so hard man knows BALL

[mirrorball-leclerc]

this is the second safety car of this triple header, are we cursed to get one at every race of this triple header??

[thesehauntedhills]

In 1969, the enigmatic Jim Morrison of The Doors strutted into the ancient city of Teotihuacan in Mexico. There he stood, nonchalantly posing next to a stone serpent, likely lost in a concoction of thoughts about the mysterious allure and gripping history of this pre-Columbian civilization. What a scene—rock 'n' roll royalty juxtaposed against the profound echoes of a lost world. Can you feel the tension?

[myhauntedsalem]

New Mexico State Penitentiary

The New Mexico State Penitentiary is notorious for its violent history, including the 1980 riot. Due to overcrowding and an abusive staff, the history of this prison is covered with blood and violence. Today you will not see the conditions that led to so much upheaval but there is a chance some say you could see New Mexico State Penitentiary ghosts.

The prison was first opened in 1885, after construction was completed. The design of the penitentiary was based on the same blueprints used for other prisons, such as Sing Sing. In 1903, NM became the first of the western states to employee prisoners in highway construction. By 1922, the prison was overcrowded. The convicts began rioting due to the poor food and excessive force by the correctional officers. When they refused to go back to their cells, the guards opened fire. By the end of the riot, one inmate was dead and five others were injured. In the following investigation, the officers and guards were blamed for the riot due to lack of experience.

This wouldn’t be the very last of the rioting. In fact, it would only get worse.

In July 1922, the prisoners rioted again. They claimed that they were tired of the excessive force used by the correctional officers and decided to hold Deputy Warden R. Tahash and several guards hostage. In the resulting fight, two inmates ended up dead and many others were wounded. This riot ended to the abandoning of the original building. A new facility was constructed in 1956. It would come to be called the main unit of the prison.

Unfortunately, there would be yet another riot in the main unit. This would become one of the deadliest and worst prison riots in the US. In 1980, the inmates rioted over a two-day period. Twelve hostages were held hostage by some prisoners who managed to escape from their cell blocks. By the time the rioting was over with, some 33 inmates were killed. Some of the inmates deaths were rather violent, as they involved a blow torch.

The main unit would remain open for another 18 years before it was finally closed. It was shut down for good in 1998. Today, it’s referred to as The Old Pen. It has remained empty since except for the occasional New Mexico State Police and National Guard training. It was also the location for the remake of the film The Longest Yard.

Since it has such a violent past, it’s no surprise that the prison is allegedly haunted now. Some of the paranormal activity claimed is an apparition of a man in green convict apparel walking through the hallways, icy cold spots in random places throughout the prison, loud disembodied voices and cells doors opening and closing on their own.

[vayacontacos-zine]

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you...

Tijuana 8/1/2024

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[letsgethaunted]

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Episode 196: The Disappearance of Jacobo Grinberg *IS LIVE*! Image 01: Jacobo Grinberg was a famed Mexican scientist, neurophysiologist, and psychologist who dedicated his life to studying an unseen reality or “Lattice” which existed at the intersection of psychic ability and shamanism. Image 02: Jacobo in the lab. Image 03: One of Jacobo’s experiments tested psychic ability by instructing children to meditate, after which he would blindfold the child and ask them to describe picture books without use of their eyes. Image 03: The experiments led Jacobo to publish his “sintergic theory” about the existence of an unseen reality, or “lattice”, we can tap into with meditation. Image 04: Jacobo theorized that Mexican Shamans were able to tap into the lattice and began observing a Mexican healer known as “La Pachita.” Image 05-08: La Pachita was famous for performing psychic surgeries using only a few bandages and a rusty kitchen knife. During these surgeries, Pachita would connect with a spirit she called “Hermanito” who had been a powerful Aztec ruler known as Cuauhtémoc. Image 09: As Jacobo’s controversial research began revealing things he was “unable to explain with modern science”, Jacobo found himself at the center of political upheaval and was ostracized from the scientific community... until he went missing altogether. Some people believe Jacobo actually transformed into someone else entirely named Shiva Shambo. Image 10: Shiva Shambo. What do you guys think? Where did Jacobo go? Is Shiva Shambo and Jacobo the same person?!

[dr-lizortecho]

imagine being in such fear of your caretakers some weirdass dude walks in with a glowing sword and starts dueling them and they’re in such a rage about him tryna break you outta of your chains and you feel safe- quite possibly for the first time in your very short life- and this weirdass dude is also an evil dictator mass murder who burnt the population alive

[eerieluzt]

Island of the Dead Dolls

After leaving his family, Don Julian Santana Barrera resided on an Island South of Mexico city. Not long after relocating, he made a chilling discovery on the shores of his island: a young girl, drowned in the lake. A doll came floating down the canals shortly afterward, changing the course of Santana Barrera's life and the shape of the island for years to come.

Barrera took the doll and hung it from a tree in order to appease the spirit of the dead girl. But, at least in the eyes of the man who now considered himself the island's caretaker, the one doll was not enough. For the next 50 years, Santana Barrera would scrounge dolls from the trash and from the canals, and hang them from the island's many trees. Some he'd hang whole, others in various states of disrepair — headless, torso-less, or taken apart in other ways.

Many believe that the girl never existed, that he completely made up the story or had some type of mental disorder that caused him to hallucinate it, due to there being no proof of the child actually existing. However, he devoted his entire life to her.

And the creepiest thing of all, in 2001, Don Julian Santana Barrera passed away. His body was discovered — you guessed it — drowned in the canal, in the exact place he always said he'd seen the little girl. In response, tourists began flocking to the island to pay tribute. They brought dolls of their own, and to this day people honor both Santana Barrera and the girl (whether she was real or not) by hanging up dolls in tribute. What do you think? Would you visit this creepy doll island in Mexico city?

[blogparanormalexpresso2stuff]

South of the Border

Thus far, our exploration of supernatural occurrences on the US southern border has been limited only to cases which have taken place on US soil, but there are just as many, if not more haunting tales, which have originated from the southern side of the same territory. Join us for more tales of high strangeness, as we head South of the Border.

[wigoutlet]

[sheltiechicago]

Island of the Dolls

Laguna de Tequila, Mexico

The stuff of Chucky nightmares, Mexico’s Island of Dolls—known as La Isla de las Muñecas—amid the Xochimilco canals south of Mexico City is known for hundreds of dolls displayed throughout the island. The sad history goes back a century, when Don Julián Santana Barrera (the former owner of the island) came across the body of a young girl floating in a canal. A doll was also found floating in the canal, which Barrera hung on a tree in memory of her.

The dolls have appeared on this Mexican island since 1950s.

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