#ScaryNight

[llaywastee]

[triton-maldives]

Happy Halloween Day - 31st October! 😈👹🎃

Halloween is a celebration observed in many countries on 31 October, the eve of the Western Christian feast of All Saints' Day. It begins the observance of Allhallowtide, the time in the liturgical year dedicated to remembering the dead, including saints, martyrs, and all the faithful departed soul.

[artistevt]

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[toonanimalss]

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[darkparanormalactivities]

Do Not Enter: The Forest That Doesn't Let You Leave

Hollow Creek was infamous for its legends of the restless dead, but to Clara, it was just a shortcut home—until the night it changed everything.

One chilly October evening, Clara's bike chain snapped, leaving her stranded at the creek's edge. The air turned unnaturally still. The usual sounds of the forest—rustling leaves and distant crickets—were swallowed by an oppressive silence. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she stepped onto the forest path, the dim moonlight her only guide.

Halfway through, she heard it: a faint whisper.

"Clara..."

Her name, soft and stretched like the hiss of wind through hollow wood. She froze, her breath caught in her chest. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling.

No answer.

The whisper grew louder, surrounding her like an invisible chorus, each voice more sinister than the last. Shadows on the trees began to twist and writhe, forming grotesque shapes. Panic surged in Clara as she broke into a run, her boots slamming against the dirt path.

Then, she saw it.

A lantern, floating eerily in the distance. It flickered like a heartbeat, casting distorted shadows across the trail. But as Clara approached, she realized it wasn’t a lantern—it was a skull engulfed in flames.

Behind it stood a figure cloaked in black, its face hidden beneath a hood. The whispers stopped. The figure raised a bony finger and pointed at Clara.

"You should not have come here," it rasped in a guttural, bone-chilling voice.

Terrified, Clara turned to flee, but the path had vanished. The trees seemed to close in, their branches clawing at her like skeletal hands. Desperation clawed at her throat as she screamed, her voice swallowed by the darkness.

Suddenly, Clara woke up on the edge of the creek, gasping for air. Morning sunlight streamed through the trees. Her bike stood upright, its chain perfectly intact.

But on her wrist was a burned, skeletal handprint—a haunting reminder that some paths are best left unexplored.

[darkshadowstales]

The Doll That Watches

The clock struck midnight as Liam drove down the deserted road bordering the infamous Whispering Woods. Locals swore that no one who entered after dark ever returned. Liam scoffed at the stories—until his car stalled.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves. As he stepped out to check the engine, a child’s voice whispered, “Help me…”

Heart pounding, Liam scanned the woods. A faint light flickered deeper within. Against his better judgment, he followed it. The air grew colder with every step. Soon, he found a tattered doll lying on the ground. He picked it up, and the voice returned, now right behind him: “That’s mine.”

Liam froze. Turning slowly, he saw a figure—pale, hollow-eyed, and grinning unnaturally wide. The child whispered, “Stay… forever.”

Liam bolted, but the woods seemed endless. The trees closed in, and his screams were swallowed by the darkness. The next morning, his car was found, empty, with the doll sitting in the driver’s seat.

[animalzkingdom]

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[wilddinous]

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