#So f*cking creepy to find on my door

[mercy-love-joy]

Can SOMEONE Tell Me What the Heck was Posted on my Dorm's door?

I- I'm going f*cking delusional, right?

I know there is an ARG *similar* to this (and it might as well be the same thing) but like... Why the f*ck would you post this on *my* dorm door? No one else has seen this on campus nor is it posted anywhere else on my dorm's floor.

Am- Am I being threatened? /Gen /hj??

[collegejournal]

So I was scrolling through Twitter (I don't care if it's called X now, it's f*cking Twitter) and came across a post about why John Walsh started America's Most Wanted (link). After reading it and a few of the replies I remembered when a guy tried to kidnap me in a parking lot a few months ago.

TW for creepy guy in an old beat up car in a dibellas parking lot asking for directions and being paranoid on the drive home if that's a thing that might concern u. I'll put the story behind a keep reading thing just in case (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

For context, I'm a 25yo female, 5'2" and around 180 lbs. So I'm on the petite side proportion-wise, and the way my extra weight sits it's not always super obvious that it's there.

So one weekend a few months ago I put in an online order for a sub at dibellas and went to pick it up. I didn't bother changing out of my lounge clothes (loose tank top with no bra, flannel shorts, and slip on shoes, no makeup) since i was just gonna be in and out within a minute and didn't really care all that much about how I looked. After I got my sub I had my car door open and was about to get in when a car pulled up next to me (not super close, there was a comfortable amount of distance) and asked if I knew where [insert local plaza/strip mall here] was. I genuinely didn't know where it was (still don't) so I turned to him and apologized saying I didn't know.

Without saying another word the sleezy looking guy in a sh*tty old beat up car immediately pulls away, leaves the parking lot, and pulls right up to the nearest traffic light. I felt like that was strange since if he was actually asking for directions I would have thought he'd pull into an empty parking spot and Google it. The whole thing felt off to me so, remembering what his car looked like, I kept an eye out for him or any other suspicious looking car the whole way home in case I was being followed so I could pull into a police station or the like and not lead them to my apartment. Luckily I didn't see anyone following me at all so my sandwich and I were able to get home safely.

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Moral of the story is to always trust your gut. If someone asks you for directions and something doesn't feel right, tell them no and immediately walk away to the nearest safety. If it happens in a store, find the nearest most intimidating looking person or just group of people and pretend you know them like your life depends on it, because it just might. You can also pretend you have someone waiting for you, and even pull out your phone like your getting a phone call and very clearly say, as if your replying to someone asking where you are, that you are on your way right now and will be there soon you are just being held up. If you need to extend the fake call, pretend where you're going is a large meet up with a bunch of people ("is everything ready for the party/reunion? I have the decorations and cake in the car and was just about to head your way now")

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Side note, here's another quick tip for you. I don't care what you think about police or any other emergency service providers, but if your driving anywhere and feel like someone is following you, pull into the nearest police or fire station and, if they follow you into the parking lot, DON'T get out! Just lay on your horn until a cop/firefighter/whatever comes out. If they are a shitty cop/etc and won't help after you explain the situation and the creep is still in the parking lot, call 911 (or whatever your local emergency number is) and get them to help you. Your top priority is staying safe and NOT leading the creep to your home.

Stay safe out there, everyone, there's some creepy people lurking in places you wouldn't imagine. 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

[ladyfogg]

I'm thinking about possessiveEddie. Like, not creepy possessive but more showing that you're his. If he knows Steve finds you attractive then he would definitely leave the walkie on while you're f*cking because he knows Steve has the other and can hear you guys. He'll open the door with just a towel around his waist when Steve comes over to get something and be like "oh, shit, I forgot about that. My girlfriend has a body that makes you forget everything!"

I can see a little bit possessive Eddie but only if it's playful. The towel thing FOR SUREl Like, he loves and trusts you but I feel like a relationship would be so foreign to him that he would need some adjustment period until you two have been together a while. Then maybe he'll just act that way to be a total brat because you get all annoyed and end up being a little dom in bed afterwards...yeah.

[charliedawn]

Imagine you have been kidnapped and your favorite slashers decide to come to the rescue

It has been a few days now that none of the slashers have seen or heard from you. They are growing more and more worried and nervous by the day. Finally, thanks to his connections, Five succeeds in finding out that you have been kidnapped by your "old friends".

" I feel weird..Why do I feel weird ?"

Five asks himself and takes a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves. He then looks at his wall and stares at it for a while, hesitantly.

" Am I crazy ?"

He looks back at his drink and, after a moment at looking at his reflection in the amber liquid, swallows all of it in one go.

" You know what ? F*ck it all ! I am crazy !"

He then walks towards the wall and starts tearing it apart with his bare hands to get out the object he had hidden in it. An axe.

" It was supposed to be for a special occasion..but oh well !"

He then walks outside to his neighbor's door : Brahms.

He smashes the door to pieces and Brahms immediately gets up. When he sees that it is Five, he almost groans in annoyance, but stops when he starts thinking as to why he would come to him in the middle of the night.

" Y..Y/N ?"

He asks in a hopeful tone, wondering if the short man had finally found something about her whereabouts. Five finally enters his bedroom and whisper shouts.

" Yes, you idiot ! We're going to search for them ! As the police is obviously too dumb to find them themselves !"

Brahms smiles widely behind his mask and quickly grabs his doll before following Five. However, they are walking in the corridor when they spot two very distinctive orange and red head getting out by the window. The two clowns look up to see the two others. They stay still for a moment before smirking at each other knowingly. There is always a moment where crazy people just have this connection, this moment where they don't even need words to communicate.

" Ah ! Guess what ?! One of my escape plans actually works ! Just thought we would go and save Y/N, but looks like we're not the only ones. So..How about we go search for Freddy and Myers and you go find Jason and Sir Sh*tty the clown ?"

Five nods in agreement before running towards the mute's room, while the Clown Brothers run towards Freddy's room. Once all reunited, they get out by Pennywise's exit that was, in fact, a tunnel in the garden of Freddy. (Freddy being of course aware and even helping Pennywise by pretending to garden when he digs) Five, as well as all of the killers find themselves revigorated as soon as they are out, their powers coming back to them. Penny takes a step forward and starts sniffing the air for your scent. He quickly finds and turns his head towards the rest with a wicked smile.

" Let's go find them."

A few hours later :

" Come on Sam ! I don't want to work for you anymore ! I can't keep pretending that what you're doing is right !"

You yell, wishing to reason with him, even though you were already beaten bloody. But, he doesn't listen to you and only slaps you so hard that you see stars.

" Doesn't mean that you are free, Y/N ! Me and the boys will always track you down, wherever you go ! You are a part of our team. You really thought that just by moving away, you could get away from your family ?!"

You glare up at him before spatting angrily.

" You are not my family.."

However, before he could slap you again, kids' creepy laughs fill the room. Sam gnashes his teeths and looks around with nervousness. You can't help but feel a bit apprehensive yourself.

" Well hello.."

Sam almost lets out a scream when he see one of the clowns get out of the dark. He takes a step back and nearly tumbles over a grave from which, another clown appears.

" So, what was the plan, bad boy ? Were you going to hit them hit them hit them until they forgive you before finally bashing their brains out ?!"

Pennywise asks while accompanying his words with demonstrative gestures. Sam's eyes widen and he quickly gets out a gun and starts shooting in every direction. You close your eyes, wishing for him not to shoot you in the process. He almost feels relieved when he opens one eye and sees them gone. However, when he turns towards you, he sees Jason standing protectively in front of you, a bullet that was destined to you lodged in his chest.

" Not a very wise move, my friend. Should have gone for the head. Would have taken him longer to recover.."

Sam quivers in fear as he sees a third clown get out from around a corner. He then yells with tears in his eyes and snort coming out of his nose pathetically.

" Do all your friends wear f*cking clown costumes ?! Is it your new trick to get rid of me, Y/N ?!"

He doesn't see it, but from behind Jason, you smile and reply.

" You never asked what was my job, a**h*le. I am a nurse at St Louis, and looks like my patients are hungry.."

Suddenly, Sam is turned around by Freddy that gives him a nasty grin.

" You're right about that. I'm f*ching starving."

" B..Boys !"

Sam calls for his gang that his supposed to stay on watch, but then, Freddy gets out their heads. He then show them to Sam with mocking concern.

" You're looking for these fellows ? Sorry, the clowns were a little bit hungry on our way here. Thought we would grab a takeaway first."

Freddy starts laughing histerically at his own joke, which makes Sam fall to the floor, white as a sheet.

" Come on..Come to Papa !"

Sam screams so loud that it makes you wince in pain. He then starts crawling backwards, away from Freddy that is still walking forward while laughing maniacally. However, Freddy suddenly disappears and Sam is left with his heart beating a thousand times a minute. He gets up and sprints towards the exit. He opens the door and falls face to face with Michael. Michael stands in the doorway and tilts his head a bit to side while observing the shaking man.

Sam walks backwards, away from the giant. He doesn't even have any voice to scream with anymore. He is scared beyond anything and starts running the other way. He ends up in the same room as you again and sees Five, trying to untie you. He smirks, thinking to have finally found an escape..He takes Five and puts the head of his gun against his head.

" Stay back or I'll kill the kid !"

The group stops abruptly and Sam smiles widely, thinking he won. But then, Five glares up as him and stomps on his foot with such force that Sam screams in pain again.

" Who are you calling "the kid", idiot ?"

Five gets out of his grip and all of the slashers surround him. Suddenly, Michael and Jason raise some knives they had managed to get their hands on in the kitchen and you watch before whispering :

" They always say to watch out for the quiet ones.."

And with that, the die is cast. You can only watch with a morbid fascination as each one of the slashers seem to attack Sam with such coordination. You're impressed. They seem to work so well together. Even the clowns seem to have fun along each other, whereas normally they would be at each other's throats.

When they're finished and Sam is, indeed, very dead..They all turn their heads towards you, blood splattered all over their faces. They are waiting..For what ? You wonder. Suddenly, you stand up and they all seem to try to guess your next move. But, you don't let any emotion take a hold of you and only sigh before taking out a napkin from your pocket. You look at it for a moment before kneeling in front of Brahms and starting to get the blood out of his face gently. He seems to melt into the kind gesture and closes his eyes appreciatively.

" You can't come back to St Louis in this state..It would not be good for you or for me. You need to take a bath. If you want to escape, I won't stop you. Not that I have the power to anyway.."

Of all the reactions you could have had, this one was the least the slashers had expected. They had expected fear, screams..even disgust. But here you were, washing their faces as if they hadn't just killed someone in front of you. Before anyone could stop him, Penny jumps on you and licks your face happily while you start laughing at his impulsive gesture. However, Pennywise appears behind him and drags him away from you by the collar.

" Jeez kid ! You're happy ! We get it ! That doesn't mean you have to drool all over them !"

Suddenly, Jason, Brahms and Michael look at each other in silent agreement before using their massive size to wrap their arms around all of you.

" Hey ! I never agreed to this hugging bullsh*t !"

Freddy yells in disapproval while trying to wiggle his way out. To everyone's surprise, it's Pennywise that answers him.

" Oh, stop complaining, you old dog ! You're enjoying this as much as the rest of us !"

You can hear Freddy grumbling and can imagine him crossing his arms sulkily. But, he doesn't try to deny. You bite you lip in order not to laugh. No matter how much you should hate/be scared/horrified by what they had done, you couldn't bring yourself to do so.

" Let's go home.."

They all nod in agreement and the three mutes free you. You all start walking towards St Louis. Who knows ? Maybe you are crazy too..

[specter-speeder]

here’s a bad but wholesome horror fic by yours truly (angst, fluff, and v lil gore)

In which Danny pulls some true Paranormal Activity sh*t on his family. Only kind of makes sense, but let me be amused by this concept, okay? Post-reveal. Do I even have to say no Phantom Planet?

“I am a ghost. Fear me.”

Danny started to feel it a few days after his parents had closed the portal. It was time for the ecto-filtrator to go - when Jack and Maddie had designed it, they hadn’t anticipated the size of the Ghost Zone and its post-human population. It saw more traffic than it could handle, thanks to Danny’s fatal slip-up. They’d been working on a new containment system for the ectoplasmic waste the portal produced with each ghost that breached it, but installation meant disabling the machine for an entire week.

Without his ghost fights, Danny had become restless quickly. That much he could manage. He knew what would come next, though, and he wouldn’t dare let on to his family. Since becoming a ghost, he’d only felt this starved a few times before. It was one of his inhuman qualities he hated the most. His ghost half was yearning for fear. It was making him ill. Gave him a reason to miss his class’s 3-day team-building retreat. He’d insisted to Sam and Tucker that he had things under control— he wanted to think he did. Now, Sam and Tucker were gone, and Danny was battling fevered sleep for most hours of the day. He’d never felt so drained.

Call it intuition; Jazz knew this wasn’t the flu. Danny didn’t used to insist on hiding it when he felt like crap. In fact, the Danny she grew up with wouldn’t stop whining about it whenever he was sick. This had to be a ghost thing. She wondered if her parents messing with the portal was somehow hurting him, but Danny wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t going to help her understand. She’d been dialing Sam and Tucker all day - straight to voicemail. She’d just poked her head into Danny’s room, only to find him awake in bed and glaring at her, when she felt her phone buzz. She tiptoed further down the hall and checked the caller ID: Sam Manson.

Next thing Danny knew, his mom, dad, and Jazz were creeping into his room, forcing sympathetic smiles. Sh*t, what now? Maddie placed her hand on his forehead, he swatted it away, eyes narrowed.

“How’re you feeling, sweetie?”

“The same. Why are—“

“You don’t have the flu.” Jazz interrupted. Danny clenched his jaw.

“Jazz, maybe we could talk about this privately?” he muttered.

Jack crossed his arms. “Don’t be mad at your sister. We’re worried, too.” Danny’s eyes met Jazz’s, questioning. She sighed.

“Sam told me everything.”

Danny scrubbed his hands over his face and groaned.

“I told her how bad you were, and she’s on my side. You need help.” He shook his head, glancing at his parents anxiously.

“Look, guys... you can’t help me. Just get the portal up and running and—“

“You need someone to be afraid.” Maddie stopped him, her voice clinical.

Danny stumbled over his words, trying to answer quickly. “If the portal’s working, the ghosts can—“

“Danny, it’s not close to being done.”

Jack nodded in agreement. “Your friend said it would work, so... we thought maybe, you could scare us.”

Danny’s ears rung. They shouldn’t have offered. Sam should have shut down Jazz’s stupid idea, for his sake. He didn’t want to say yes. He really, really didn’t want to say yes. He blinked.

“You mean... use my powers to...”

“We’ll know it’s only you, so... how bad can it be?”

Everything in him was urging him to take the offer, against his own wishes. He could already feel energy prickling on his spine, cooling him off. Relief.

“Are you sure?” He asked blankly. Maddie was too quick to answer.

“Of course.”

“Really sure?”

She nodded hesitantly. Jack didn’t look so convinced.

Danny took a deep breath, cold anticipation churning in his lungs. It was all he needed, and there was no going back now. With a loud electrical pop, his room was pitch black. He sunk underneath his bed and let himself transform, the typical bright flash weakened to a dull glow. All was quiet.

“Danny...?” Maddie ventured.

Phantom’s ghost form appeared in front of them in a flash, for a fraction of a second. Wide-eyed and mouth ajar, both glowing entirely green and oozing fog. Expressionless. Maddie jumped, and the Fentons were in the dark again.

The lights flickered on, but Danny’s room was different. His bed was stripped down to the mattress. All that remained on his shelves were his model rockets. His books, other trinkets, his trunk— everything was gone. Maddie felt her heart pounding in her chest, Jack was frozen, and Jazz’s eyes fluttered open cautiously.

“Where...?” Jack breathed, inching toward his wife.

Jack glanced toward the ceiling, but as soon as he saw it, it all fell. Danny’s books slammed to the floor. His trunk was the loudest, hitting the ground with a bang and toppling open, sending various balls and sports equipment bouncing with supernatural strength. Everything glowed a faint green. Before the objects settled, the Fentons were struck by Danny’s sheets and bedspread, flying toward them at what felt like 100 miles per hour. Jazz couldn’t help but scream.

The force had shoved them through Danny’s doorway. When they finally threw the bedding off, Danny’s door slammed shut in front of them, cracking the frame. Maddie eyed the railing just behind them. She’d been sure Danny wouldn’t hurt them, but another foot and they’d have been hurled over it. She wasn’t so convinced anymore. Could he blame her?

Jazz knew this was her idea, but she hated what she’d unleashed. She felt anger bubble at Sam. Was this supposed to be a punishment for caring about her brother? She thought they were beyond that. How often was Danny like this? Did his creepy girlfriend encourage it? She didn’t know much outside regretting she hadn’t tried harder for another solution.

“Away from the stairs. C’mon, away from the stairs!” Maddie urged, grabbing Jack and Jazz by their sleeves and cautiously tugging them down to the living room. She could’ve sworn they left the lights on, but everything was dim now save for the light of the setting sun drifting through the windows. The trio huddled close.

Static crackled as the television switched on. “—has residents questioning the whereabouts of the infamous Amity Park ghost, known by some as Phantom. Next, we’re live with—” The nightly news quickly cut to a vibrant green screen, accompanied by a reverberating, high-pitched ring. Jazz clasped her hands over her ears as it grew louder, piercing the air. It filled her with an unmistakable sense of dread, hopelessness.

“Mads…” Jack whispered, raising a shaking finger. They turned to face the windows. One by one, each vertical blind swayed slightly, an unseen force moving across them. It’s just Danny��she repeated the phrase over in her mind, grasping for a sense of calm. The movement stopped.

“Is it over?” Jack looked to Jazz. She shook her head unknowingly, eyes fixed on the window. She could see people outside. Neighbors who wouldn’t think a thing of ghost activity erupting from their home. Jack held his breath as Maddie caught hers. Her sense of calm was torn from her as soon as she’d found it.

The sound of snapping wood thundered from the blinds as they abruptly slammed shut, sending Jazz scrambling back. Jack caught her as she tripped over the carpet, hoisting her back onto her feet. The din from the television was deafening, its screen casting a green light on the entire room. Where Jazz had slipped lay a smudged pool of glowing ectoplasm, reflecting bright green. Maddie was the first to notice. Her head tilted upward slowly.

Danny hung upside-down, slack-jawed. Thick ectoplasm filled his mouth, dripping from his lips and empty eye sockets. His ribs jutted from his barely-opaque torso, a mangled mix of white and green disappearing into a ghostly tail. Gutted.

Jazz and Jack followed Maddie’s gaze, only catching a glimpse of the horrific form before it vanished completely. Maddie shrieked Danny’s name, a piercing combination of anger and terror.

“Sh*t!” Jack wrapped his arms around Maddie and reached for Jazz’s hand. The growing pool of ectoplasm on the floor bubbled and crept toward them, forcing them toward the kitchen. He shoved his family through the door and slammed it shut. It oozed through the frame.

The kitchen looked normal enough, but none of them dared move. The lights had been spared, and everything seemed to be in its place. After a few seconds of silence, every cabinet was thrown open at once, omitting a hideously loud slam. Maddie yelped and Jack grabbed her protectively, every hair on his neck standing up. Jazz leaned against the table, on the verge of tears.

With the last bang, it ended. Danny reappeared in the corner of the room. A quick white flash and he was his human self again, hands pressed against the walls to stabilize himself. He looked up at his wide-eyed family, panting. They looked scared of him. Of course they looked scared of him.

“What the f*ck, Danny!?” Jazz shrieked.

“Language!” Maddie chided.

Danny’s eyes flicked toward the cabinets, still ajar. He’d seen too many scary movies. He raised both hands defensively, shrinking against the wall.

“I won’t do it again. Promise.”

A beat of silence was broken by Jack’s deep, bellowing laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jazz hissed.

Jack shook his head. “Look at ‘im!” Danny furrowed his brow.

“This kid did all that? I mean, who knew you had it in ya?”

Danny shrugged uncomfortably, averting his eyes.

“I know you’re a ghost, but c’mon!” Jack chuckled, wiping his eye.

Maddie took a step forward. Then, another. She wrapped Danny in her arms and ruffled his hair. “You’re okay.”

Jazz relaxed, her shoulders dropping. She’d agreed to be scared. And sure enough, Danny had f*cking scared her. Less than a minute into the ordeal she’d forgotten why she suggested it in the first place. Now, in their mother’s arms, he looked so normal.

“Feel better?” she asked softly.

“Yeah…” Danny huffed regretfully, “I do.”

“Never again.” Jazz insisted, pointing a threatening finger. Danny shuddered and crossed his heart.

“Alright, alright. Leave him alone,” Jack intervened, cracking himself up. “Mads, you should’ve seen your face!” Maddie rolled her eyes and released Danny.

“Oh, you scared me, alright. I thought you were going for the china.”

“It’s a good thing I was there, eh Danny-boy?” Jack elbowed his ribs. Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly? I can’t back that up.”

“No, really? Did you see me flinch?” Danny stifled a smile.

Maddie chuckled. “Enough jokes, Jack.”

“Not once!” he bellowed. Maddie gave Danny a slap on the back.

“Okay, back upstairs.” He blinked incredulously.

“I’m not cleaning your room!”

“Tomorrow!” Danny insisted.

“Tomorrow.”

Jazz smiled. Yeah, they’d be alright.

Jack shook his head. “How’d we end up with a kid like you?” Danny grabbed a bag of chips from the open pantry, his appetite returning. He waved a hand dismissively as he disappeared into the living room.

“Same way you ended up with a portal to another dimension in the basement!”

[theparanormalperiodical]

7 Scariest Times The Paranormal Was Caught On Camera That You NEED To See, And The Real Stories Behind Them

What hasn’t been caught on camera?

There’s the 'accidental’ sextapes which are now a confirmed marketing technique, there’s the montages of racial slurs spewed by streamers looking to get, ahem, relevant, and then there’s the clips of customers telling shopping assistants that yes, having to wear a mask is in fact an infringement on their human rights.

(It’s not f*cking hard. Wear a damn mask.)

But everything isn’t just online.

Oh no.

It’s online and filmed in full HD.

And it’s not only the living that are having their most embarrassing moments projected to the world in Ultra-4K. The dead have also been making their name in viral videos.

In fact, it’s the desire to capture the paranormal on camera which has been used by influencer-wannabes and paranormal investigators to secure views and get people talking. But as a result of this, there’s a vast range of clips, pics, and tv shows that claim to capture evidence of the paranormal. And if that wasn’t enough, most of these are faked or fluffed to encourage viewers to fall for the alleged evidence of the afterlife.

But there are some which can’t be explained.

There are some which show no scars of ‘shopped shadows and ghostly figures.

There are some which fit the local legends and complete the paranormal puzzle of the location.

I’ve sifted through YouTube, and I’ve scoured the web for real footage of the supernatural. Now it’s time for you to get traumatised.

#1 - A late-night visitor to The Shaws Bay Hotel wanders around the bar, Australia

In this clip - taken at 1am in August 2015 - we see a white glowing mist move around the tables in full view of the CCTV camera. It keeps its peculiar form in the shape of an orb or a round shadow for a couple seconds, and appears to walk between the tables like a customer before quickly flying off camera.

Check out the video here.

Surely the glowing mist could just be a small bug buzzing across the camera? Or maybe a spec of dust floating in the thick air of the bar?

The thing is, this mist-figure set off the motion sensor security camera, prompting it to record. A moving bug wouldn’t be enough to cause it to start filming.

And if that wasn’t worrying enough, this potential paranormal evidence fits the local legends all too well. This is believed to be the ghost of ‘Little Sarah’, a 7 month old that died in the neighbouring Fenwick House in 1887. She was actually the daughter of the captain - Captain Fenwick - who built the house.

Locals are well versed in her hauntings:

'As a person who has lived in the old house, let me just say it is a very spiritually active house and area’

They typically cite strange noises and objects moving by themselves as the most common activity, but alarms being set off and doors opening are oft mention, too, matching the video in question. She is also known to wander around houses and buildings nearby, and clearly chose the local pub to explore that evening.

#2 - One of the black-eyed children of Cannock Chase wanders in the woods, UK

Black-eyed children are the latest urban legend trend, with creepy kids now dominating discussions of the paranormal. And this video clip is just one more scrap of evidence to suggest that maybe, just maybe, they are real.

You can see the evidence for yourself here.

Filmed by paranormal investigator Lee Brickley (okay, right, it might not have been filmed by him, there is some confusion over who filmed the video or who’s investigation it was in my research), he claims he was filming the notoriously haunted Cannock Chase location when he saw the young girl with pale skin and ‘coal-black’ eyes.

He claimed the child was roughly a metre in height and her head was tilted to one side as if she had been hung or her neck had been snapped (either way it ain’t good). For five minutes the young girl stared at them with her deep, dark eyes, until she sprinted back into the dense trees.

The thing is, this is not the only sighting of black-eyed children in Cannock Chase. As far back as 1982 sightings have been recorded. And all of the sightings - whether the children scream for help, run for the hills, or stare into the darkness - match other claims of supernatural activity local to the area.

The pig-man of Cannock Chase also haunts the location, and is probably presumed to be an evil entity similar to that of black-eyed children. These black-eyed children are believed to be either aliens, vampires, or ghosts.

But they are still largely considered to be simply an urban legend.

The haunted nature of the woods is only furthered by its bloody past: in the 1960s, 3 young girls went missing which were eventually traced back to Raymond Leslie Morris. Could these black-eyed children be the victims of his crimes?

#3 - Antiques move by themselves in Barnsley Antiques Centre, UK

Thanks to the Annabelle movies, haunted objects - whether in creepy-doll format or another vintage style - are the latest trend in terror. And it's for that reason that video clips like this are quite so scary.

In this video we see CCTV footage of a dark shadow next to a shelf. It then gently sways and a huge, heavy lamp comes crashing down from the shelf.

See for yourself.

Okay, fine, it’s a small shadow, and yeah only a few objects fall down. But according to the owner and visitors to the centre, it could be one of the spirits that haunts the location. So much so, that the centre actually has a YouTube channel devoted to their haunting which you can find here.

In 2016 the owner of the Barnsley Antiques Centre claimed he had experienced over 50 occurrences of peculiar activity alone. From the employees that work there to those looking to bag a bargain, this is not the first time something supernatural has been seen.

Fact is, if you collect enough old and potentially haunted objects under one roof, the unexplained is bound to occur. You can read more about haunted or cursed objects right here.

#4 - A glowing light and distinct orb is seen flying over a crib, UK

In this clip we open to a baby’s cot and 8 week old infant that is fast asleep. A baby monitor records a light floating above the cot. We also see the father of the child lean over the child, and a distinctive ghostly glowing orb shake and sway next to the child.

Check out the video.

Orbs are considered one of the most popular signs of paranormal activity that can be captured on camera. But what I want to focus on here is that it is hovering just about the baby.

Children are known for their ability to see and communicate with the paranormal far more than adults. Of course, this could just be an ‘imaginary friend’ or something simply from a daydream or a nightmare; but it's when children mention people that actually did exist that concerns arise.

The connection between children and spirits might just explain why this paranormal phenomenon lingered so closely to the infant. Could this have been a protective spirit, perhaps?

#5 - A haunted calculator is used to communicate with the dead, USA

It's a rule of thumb amongst paranormal enthusiasts:

You never, not ever, attempt to communicate with spirits.

Calculators controlled by spirits come under this umbrella of communication - even if it does sound like it belongs in a parody film.

What do you think?

There are enough videos on the web showcasing the uses of a ouija board, whether they’re real or not. But according to some psychic mediums, ghosts can use any conduit they want to communicate with us. Spirits on the other hand typically only communicate with us through mediums.

In fact, most paranormal investigators often resort to asking ghosts questions and waiting for a visible or audible response, such as a knocking sound. That’s why this video is quite so concerning.

Not only is the calculator old and seemingly unhackable to those ‘using’ it, by communicating with the ghost or spirit, they are inviting the presence to latch onto the location or the people communicating with it, allowing it to feed off their energy.

If this is an evil or negative spirit, this could be the start of a haunting.

#6 - The ghost of an RAF soldier is filmed walking along a busy road, UK

These days, hitchhikers are rarely picked up by passing cars. If anything says potential murderer, it’s that. But this video doesn’t catch a killer - it shows someone who has already been killed.

This clip shows a man clad in khaki and dark brown walking around a road near Belsay who is trying to flag down cars driving past. He appears to be an RAF soldier, but he actually served a couple decades ago. According to local history, this could be the spirit of a soldier that crash landed during the Second World War.

*insert Donald Trump meme about basic f*cking history*

What’s your verdict?

In October 1943, a spitfire spun into the ground at Middlepart Farm. Could this be the ghost of a soldier walking free from the wreck?

#7 - The spirits of soldiers are recorded at Gettysburg, USA

In this video we see small lights and shadowy figures move along a small leafy hill in Gettysburg, a national military park. And as a result of its history, this clip is believed to capture the spirits of soldiers that were caught up in the 3 day battle in Pennsylvania.

Check out the video here.

Thanks to its bloody history - from which approximately 7,800 soldiers died - claims that there is paranormal activity are easy to make. But the location itself has garnered a reputation for supernatural occurrences.

Books, documentaries, EVPs, videos, and pictures all claim to connect and reveal the spooky truth of the location. This video only fits too well.

Numerous spots within Gettysburg have been considered specifically haunted, including the local college, an orphanage, and the home of the only civilian that was killed during the battle. Soldiers tend to lead the haunting, but a ghost cat and ghost children are also spotted at a local inn.

The high emotional atmosphere and bloody violence that took place here - along with the severe volume of deaths - suggests that this short clip showcases just a few of the spirits that still linger here.

As video becomes the mainstream format for communication - whether you’re aiming to become the next big TikTok star or are just sending a meme to a mate - one thing is clear:

Why not use it to prove that the afterlife exists?

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[renee-writer]

Bodyguard Chapter 3 History

He fetches the letters, wrapped in a rubber band and labeled, The Creep. He nods in approval. The creep works. He takes a seat beside her.

“There in order.” She says. “The first he sent until the one around a month ago. The ones that scared us enough to hire you, I assume you have already read.” She explains as she moves to find a comfortable position on the bed. She finally turns on her side, facing him, supported by her body pillow.

“I have. Thank you.”

“You should know about Phillip. Phillip Wylie. My ex.” He turns from the letters, now unbound in his hand, to her. “ We started dating after my first movie. We both had small roles in it. He was so handsome. Sweet. Kind. We got close pretty quick. Had moved in together within months. To quick, I know now, but I was young. Barely out of my teens.” She sighs and lays her head back on the pillow, her eyes drifting closed at the remembering. Jamie's eyes don't leave her face. “Then this disease hit. The first syndromes I passed off as flu. All over body aches. I couldn’t do that when I woke with legs so heavy and painful I couldn’t move them. Christ was I scared! Thought MS. Went to the hospital. After a battery of test, including a two hour MRI,” if her eyes had been open, she would have saw him wince, “they diagnosed the Fibromyalgia. I did what you did, investigated.

What I discovered terrified me. Phillip was supportive, at first. But, after months of increasing pain, and my first flare, he left. He bloody left right in the middle of it!”

“Bloody f*cking bastard!”

“Just so.” She opens her eyes. “Said he was tired of my excuses not to clean, not to work, not to have sex! Excuses! Christ Almighty, I would love to have been able to do all that. I got on the right meds. They helped control it enough that I was able to partially resume my life. Until flares force a slowdown. You learn to live with it, you see. The pain is always there. Always! But, it becomes part of a new type of normal.”

“I understand.”

“I thought you would.” She focuses on the far wall as she continues. “So, I got another movie role. This one with a bit more exposure. Phillip saw it and came back around. To my shame, I let him back in my life. I was lonely. So blasted lonely. It lasted a few months. Until I saw a text he sent to another woman. He had told her that he was using me and I was to wrapped up in my pain to notice. That he would be heading to her flat as soon as ‘the cripple' went to bed. Well, this ‘cripple' threw his bum arse straight out the door. I was so angry that I let every producer and director know what type of person he was. I got him blacklisted.”

“Good for you.” Boy was he ever glad that his training allows him to hide his rage. Whether Phillip was the letter writer or not, he will be looking him up. “Do you think he is the letter writer?”

“Mo. Not unless he has someone else writing them for him. He can not write in cursive. Also the intelligence shown in the writing isn’t him. He is the quintessential pretty boy. Yah, I was a fool.”

“No! You were young and then young, lonely, and scared. Have you seen him since you kicked him out?”

“No. Thank God. He did try to call and text a few times. Yelling about me blacklisting him. I had learned and just blocked him. Didn’t even respond.”

“Very good Claire. Anyone else you can think of that would do this?”

“No. Really I get along with everyone I have worked with, tip well, am kind to everyone I meet. Try to be.”

“Dinna fash. I will figure it out and keep you safe.”

“Huh?”

“Sorry. Dinna fash means don't worry.”

“Thanks. I will try.”

“Rest now. I will send Mary back in. I need to talk with Angus.”

“But you will be back, right?”

“I will.” He stands and pulls the covers tighter around her. He slips out, calls Mary in and finds Angus. He was seating outside her suite.

“Good. Angus, I must ask you about Phillip.” The wee man pretends to spit on the floor. “My feeling too. Have you seen him about?”

“Nae. The rat seemed to have taken the hint. He has not been about.”

“Anyone else? Anyone give you a creepy feeling?”

“Not specifically. It is more the crowds. She is very sweet, our Claire. Gives way to much of herself to her fans. Autographs, selfies, responding to them on social media. I have told her that although 90% of them are perfectly sane, good people, the other 10%. It only takes one crazy. Asks John Lennon. I try to watch but, Christ Jamie, you know, you can't always tell what is in a persons heart.”

“Yah, I know. Thanks Angus. I will be one step behind her from now until we find and deal with the letter writer. I will meet wit you, Rupert, and all other security in the morning.”

“Good. I am glad they finally saw the need for you. I will be here for another hour. Then Rupert the rest of the night. Mary says you have a bed in the suite.”

“Aye. I will be within seconds of her.”

He returns to her side and to reading the letters.

[knine-nights]

Welcome to Night Vale Year Two!! Let’s go!

Honestly, most of these are out of context reactions soooooo....yep.

Also, I shoved all of the stuff for Year Two into one post, so it’s a bit longer than my other ones (There’s usually 1-3 bullet points for every single episode so yeah it’s a bit long). Hopefully still good. I’ll put it below a ‘read more’ so it doesn’t clutter everything up.

@ the Faceless Old Woman: STOP JUDGING MY FRIDGE ORGANIZATION. THEY’RE ALPHABETICAL OKAY?! (I’m voting Hiram McDanials out of spite now.)

AAAWWWWW!!!! Khoshekh’s meow is eldritchly adorable!

Okay. Cecil describing his and Carlos’ date was the most adorable thing I’d heard since Khoshekh’s meow.

Tamika Flynn is a baddass. Further comment was discouraged via threats of decapitation.

Newly revealed attributes of librarians: they are either personally capable of making decorative signs, or they are capable of persuading others to do so. They are capable of speaking English. They also possess creativity.

I wrote that, and now I’m imagining a Librarian, Station Management, and City Council all in an episode of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared.

Carlos just leaning over with a spatula and just being like “Oh yeah, that’s a mirage.” is significantly funnier to me than it should be.

Well StrexCorp has come to town and I’m scared.

For some reason the phrasing I accidentally used above and the fact that Kevin’s show’s opening music sounds like Christmas music makes me want to make a parody of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” with “StrexCorp is Coming to Town”. (I did it. I wrote it. Someone needs to stop me.)

Okay, ep 33 (Cassettes) was disturbing, but I’m mostly concerned with the fact that Cecil can apparently break cassette tapes with his bare hands. I know those aren’t super sturdy but that still shouldn’t be that breakable.

Is no one else more curious about the computer virus? (The one who was friends with Megan, ep 34).

Okay, I know Stop Sign Immunity is a bad idea. But if I ran a town and had no restrictions on what laws I could implement and enforce, there’s a chance that’d end up on the books.

I hate Lauren Mallard. Further comment is too infuriated to be written.

I am....going to suppress the events of Lot 37 and move on.

Since Marcus Vanston has so many chimneys, I’m just imagining a Night Vale version of “Chim Chimminy” from Mary Poppins.

Can I see a Tropicana OJ add (like this one) where all the people who drank the orange juice just flicker out of existence and the add just keeps rolling with cheery music while everyone flips out around them?

Okay, the voice that possessed Cecil during his broadcasts about The Woman from Italy makes me think of Dr. Doofinshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb. And now I’m imagining a parody of “Der Kinderlumper” (Season 4, Episode 6) but with the Woman from Italy. Why do I have so many parody ideas and no ability to actually make them?!?!

Dana is nice. Further comment was lost in the void and is yet to return.

The Man in the Tan Jacket is spooky and reminds me of The Silence (from Dr. Who). Further comment has been forgotten.

Fey is so sweet. 9 , 23 9 12 12 , 13 9 19 19 , 8 5 18. (abc123)

Cecil’s voice when he’s talking about things he finds cute is, in and of itself, incredibly cute.

Kevin’s commercial sounds like a cross between a nightmare, a Jehovah’s Witness commercial, and a car salesman pitch.

STREX HAS (technically indirectly) INJURED KHOSHEKH. THERE WILL BE Ǹ̴̬̟̲̭̩̽̕O̷͖̤̤̹͎͒̒̐̈̏̎̈͒̚ͅ ̴̭̻̈́̿M̸͔̩̥̼͍̦͚̺̔̇͑͗̊̐̅͜Ě̴̺̮̰̭̗̹R̸̪̫͈̳̄̍́̿̈́͊̈́C̵̨̙͓͎̫̱̻͐̊̈̓̀̏͆̚͜ͅY̸̢̛͈̜̾́̐̈͝͝.

Carlos talking with Cecil is the most adorable thing ever. Seriously, just the way Cecil’s like “Hi Carlos” is so fucking cute.

The fact that Cecil very specifically comments that he made faces at Daniel is very cathartic. Thank you. But also, F*CK YOU EVERYONE WHO LET TAMIKA GET CAPTURED.

Parade Day was a f*cking emotional roller coaster. Excuse me while I obsessively replay Khoshekh’s meow to make myself feel better.

I have said it before and now I am going to say it again. I HATE LAUREN MALLARD. (LAUREN, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO TALK ABOUT CARLOS)

......K̶̖̲̈́͂̆̾͗͒̈́ȩ̵̱̘̝͚͖̾̉̐͜ṽ̴͕̉̄͘̕͠í̴̢̖̞̮͚͙̕͜n̷̡̼̏̐̽ͅ....

Why does Kevin get accordion (concertina?) music while he talks? He doesn’t deserve an accordion. At best, he gets a set of broken wind chimes. Lauren doesn’t deserve instrumentation. Lauren doesn’t deserve to talk. Lauren should do us all a favor and be a more productive employee and stop being so wasteful with air usage, like breathing.

KEVIN, LAUREN, DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH KHOSHEKH’S KITTENS.

Yaassss. Go Pamela Winchell. Invoke that veto power.

CECIL IS BACK!!!! (Thank you Erika)

HAH! F*ck you Daniel. 

I love that even Kevin is getting annoyed with Lauren. I still hate him, but that’s one thing I appreciate. (“Pteranodons are not dinosaurs, Lauren. They’re arachnids.”)

Okay, as much as I deeply despise Kevin (it’s a lot) he’s still kinda funny.

 I’m honestly only imagining the Minecraft oak doors. Complete with the sound effects. 

Kevin is creepy. But I kinda enjoy his character. Like, he reminds me of Daniel from Camp Camp. Hate him, but enjoy hearing him nonetheless.

Go Mayor Dana! (Concerned about Hiram McDaniels and The Faceless Old Woman plotting, but go Dana!!)

That voicemail from Carlos tho. I don’t even want to imagine how sad Cecil will be when he listens to the voicemail.

I’m gonna go cry again and then immediately start binging Year 3 cause I need to know Carlos is okay.

[ceechalla]

Do you like the new EP or are you already bored ? I didn’t try it yet and i see that some people find it boring already, i’m so scared to feel that way ☠️

I'm bored of it already. I'm kinda bored and fed up of actually playing TS4 in general.

I enjoy CAS, making Sims and dressing them, taking photos and editing them. As for actually playing the game and enjoying it, yeah no.

The EP feels like another glorified Game Pack.

The problem with TS4 is the core game mechanics. They haven't been improved upon or changed since launch. Just look at the Whims system for example. It's terrible. So much so, the devs added the option to hide it. I'm never gonna let go of the "buy a 1x1 pool" Whim. You're telling me my Sim wants a tile of water & you have the cheek to call that a pool? Island Living didn't even add any new Whims. Let that sink in. An Expansion Pack didn't add any new Whims to expand your gameplaying experience.

Then you have the A.I. or lack off. These are not the Smarter Sims we were told they would be. Took 4 years for the devs to have a Sim use one counter to prepare a meal on. All now they don't use the nearest sink to wash dishes, though they said they have fixed this. They haven't. Multitasking was a selling mechanic and it hasn't been improved. It's part of the reason Sims will side step dinning tables to sit on a bed that's on another floor to eat. A dev even said during a Livestream that it was creepy that Sims do that. Have they addressed it? Nope. The latest patch introduced lounge chairs. These Smarter Sims aren't able to relax and talk at the same time. You know, multitask. They can't relax and read. Again, multitask, but these are Smarter Sims. Pretty sure Sims could do this in earlier titles.

Speaking of earlier titles, remember in CAS how you could make a couple Sims boyfriend/girlfriend, or engaged? Not in TS4! 5 years strong now and this small but important to many, not to mention TS4 is a life simulation game & in life people have boyfriend/girlfriend & finance relationships, not to mention you could do this via CAS in earlier Sim games. 5 years now. In lawes don't exist. Think about all the changes that has happened to the game and still that tiny thing hasn't been added. When Sims wed, do you get a pop up with the option to change names? Of course not! We got a randomizer 1st.

Oh and 350 swatches for f*cking doors.

Sigh, I'm gonna stop here because I could go on for a while. TS4 gameplay wise in my opinion, is a shallow pool of shit. The devs don't care about the franchise as much as they let on. Cause there would be no way on Bob's green earth, I would be pleased, happy or even content with the state this game is currently in.

[alex-baebae]

Immaculate

Chapter 20

Pairing: TOP X READER

I didn’t notice how much time we stayed there, suddenly Takashi called us “hey! What did you buy?” He said “oh…” the guys were in front of us “uh, we decided to wait for you”. We were talking when a girl ran into us “could you tell me if you see him?” She gave us sheets of paper with a guy’s face printed on “my phone number is written here” she pointed out “please call me as soon as possible if you see him” then she walked rapidly through the hallway.

I saw the paper, that guy was not Asian, so… he was that girl’s 'sex-doll'. I felt relieved instantly, it was like since the moment Josh commented it, I had been carry a huge weight on my back and fortunately after many minutes it was not there. “What the hell is wrong with the people like her?” Takashi said “those ones who own sex-dolls?” Josh asked “yeah, and with all the people who are rich” he told us annoyed looking to the girl who was desperately spreading her sheets of paper out “thank you, Takashi” I told him “no, I mean… not you. You’re the only rich person I have ever met who is not a j*rk” he said. I looked at TOP, he was relieved too 'you, okay?' I make the gestures with my mouth without sound, he nodded. I squeezed his hand and smiled, he smiled too and looked into my eyes.

Takashi hadn’t so much money, he always had to work hard. Neal usually helped him with money but only when Takashi accepted… Neal and Josh had not so much money too, but their families had enough to live a good life. “She seems so desperate and sad” Josh commented.

Aproximately three weeks before the creepy situation took place, TOP was getting better, the nightmares bit by bit were disappearing, I changed the colors of the apartment wall to make him feel more relaxed, and we did some aromatherapy too, that was helpful as hell. Nevertheless when that occurred TOP's healing stopped, fortunately he didn’t return to his initial state, you remember... that scared little boy I found. Well that was amazing because what we all experienced was… traumatic. He started to be stable, maybe more than I thought.

I’ll explain you quickly what happened, one day we were about to meet with Takashi and Neal. They were outside in front of the main building, they were eating, I guess. Takashi previously told us he was pretty hungry. We were still inside due to Josh, he had to talk with a lecturer and TOP and me offered to wait for him, Josh accepted.

Whatever… it is said that a blue SUV parked in front of the girl who had lost her sex-doll, she was outside too, sat on a bench, everyone didn’t suspect that, from that SUV were going to got out of it four men… they carried a black plastic bag, it was pretty big…

The girl was there with a friend, it is said she didn’t noticed them. Suddenly the guys throw that bag on her lap, it was her ‘sex-doll'.

“It was a guy… his body was quartered… lots of blood, something that seemed to be his intestines… his arms his legs… it was horrible” Takashi told us that when we all arrived at Josh’s house which was the nearest to the university. I could imagine how impressive the image was for Takashi, he was very impacted, he vomited as soon as he saw the corpse, that’s what Neal told us.

When we were walking outside looking for them, there were some curious people and the university's security guard around the girl, she was crying and shouting so hard, maybe the whole campus could heard her.

I took TOP's hand and turned him around so he wouldn’t be able to see more of such a brutal scene “look at me, sweetie, look at me” he was shocked, it was late “let’s f*cking find them, and get out of here” Josh said panicked “Josh, help me” Neal was almost carrying Takashi who seemed to be dizzy “sure, let’s go to my house” Josh offered “yeah, it’s the best option” Neal said scared of Takashi's situation.

At Josh home Takashi told us everything he saw, TOP was getting more and more scared, however I was hugging him, Neal was hugging Takashi too. “Guys, I guess it would be better if you stay here this night” Agnes told us so much worried “yeah, guys… don’t leave, it’s too late and this…” Josh commented “we’ll stay here, Takashi is not feeling well, thank you very much” as soon as Neal said this, Takashi ran to the bathroom, he vomited again “we too” I said “I’ll prepare two rooms for you all” Agnes said “N-No, please” Takashi was stood up near to the bathroom’s door “we can sleep here, we all” he told Agnes “I don’t want to be separated from them now” Agnes just nodded “well then, I’ll bring some blankets, pillows, I don’t know” she went upstairs.

I sent a message to my mother telling her we were okay, with photo of me and TOP attached. “What’s going on, ____?” TOP asked me whispering “calm down, my angel… this is not connected with us” he nodded and layed on my lap, he took my right arm and put it around his shoulders, I kissed his head. We didn’t talk in many hours, we all were shocked, no one wanted to talk.

“There are news!” Josh exclaimed “what they say?” Neal asked interested. "A sheet of paper was glued to the plastic bag, it said 'your daughter is the next corpse, Eduard Foster" Josh was reading the news for us "she's the daughter of that man?!" Neal exclaimed "yes, I didn't know" Josh said "neither I" Neal whispered "we must remember that the Senator was accused in June of being covering up illegal business" Josh continued reading "so it probably was a revenge or something" Neal commented "yes it could be, I guess they are threatening him" Josh told us "what else does that article says?" Neal asked Josh "that's all" he said.

"Poor guy" Agnes said "yeah, it's unfair" Josh said "Josh..." I called him "has the university said something about this?" I asked "no" he told me "it's probably that all the activities will be postponed" Takashi told me "yes, it's probably".

We were quite again, Takashi looked at TOP for a minute then he approached to him "Seunghyun" he called him, Takashi sat on the floor "are you okay?" He asked him "y-yes" TOP said nervously "I know that this is a really bad experience, and everyone here is kinda scared, so... Please do not hide your feelings, it's okay to feel scared, bad, if you felt that way... We'll help you okay?" Takashi told him with eyes filled with compassion, TOP nodded "thank you" he said "don't be ashamed please, I vomited a lot so..." Takashi laughed, TOP laughed a little too "yes, thank you".

We didn't notice that Agnes was in the kitchen preparing the dinner, in the room was a very delicious smell "guys, please eat something and after try to sleep please" Agnes told us, we walked to the kitchen where Agnes served us a delicious soup "I prepared something special for you, Takashi" she gave him his special dinner "thanks a lot" she smiled "you will feel better when you finish eating this soup".

That night we slept in the living room, except Agnes, she was in her room "if you need anything else, please let me know" she told us before went upstairs.

We were resting on the floor, Neal and Takashi used to sleep hugging each other as TOP and me. Josh was there with us, he was covered in many blankets on the sofa, we told him to sleep there due to there was no more space for him on the floor.

"You will stifle yourself with all those blankets" Neal told Josh "oh just shut up man" Josh fake angry "you are going to spend the winter or something? " Neal said joking, we all were laughing "none of your business, by the way... Don't you sleep naked?" Josh told him, Neal got embarrassed "why did you say that? Seunghyun is gonna think I'm weird" Neal started to poke Josh's body with his foot "oh what's wrong with you?!" Josh laughed uncovering his face "you seem like a mummy" I commented "oh! you too man? I believed you were in my team".

Seunghyun and Takashi were laughing hard while we were teasing Josh. "We should do this more often" Josh told us "oh you just were complaining seconds ago! and now you want to organize a slumber party" Neal teased him again.

I didn't know what we were going to do in the morning, but at least that night we were safe all together at Josh's house.

Good night, or Good morning y'all ❤️

Thank you for the ♥️, the comments, the messages and for reblogging (did I write it correctly?)

Love you ❤️

Alex

[toukenra]

Can I have head cannons for Yasusada and Horikawa. Female Saniwa is fed up with them talking in admiration about Okita/ Kane-San because she’s jealous. When the swords find out how broken hearted the saniwa is, how do they cheer her up? Can u add them confessing their love to the saniwa too?

Hello everyone!

Sorry for being MIA. Currently, I am resting and will be returning to work soon after my little incident at work. This explains as to why I have been offline most of the time but don’t worry I will be continuing to try and work on some requests.

I would like to thank Mod Pancake for sending me rather threatening positive messages. Hahaha~ ILY!

-Mod Catharia.

Underneath the Cut for being too long~

YAMATONOKAMI YASUSADA

You were so happy to tell Kashuu that you had successfully smithed his partner

You watched their dramatic little reunion in slow motion… 

…Only to be surprised when the two suddenly exchange a few friendly blows with the use of some feather dusters

Kashuu had snatched them from a passing Horikawa who was on his way to do his share of duties for the day

Seeing an energetic Kashuu reunited with his partner tugged at your heart strings

It was such a happy moment~

Shortly after the two had calmed down, you eventually introduce yourself to the newest addition to your Citadel

This newcomer immediately gave you a bright smile, asking that you take good care of him which totally caught you off guard…

He looked quite cute, Don’t deny it…

Bad Saniwa, You shouldn’t be picking favourites…LOL. Right

In the next few months, you become quite close to Yamatonokami

He treats you like a sibling–frankly, like a sister and you didn’t mind it in particular…

But sometimes…You can’t help but feel a little irritated and perhaps a little jealous…

Especially when Yamatonokami keeps bringing up his past master, Souji Okita

“If Okita-kun was here, he would have really enjoyed this…”

“I hope this will bring me closer to Okita-kun…”

“Listen, if Okita-kun was in our shoes–”

Was he comparing you two? You knew that you you’d be on the losing side

You know you couldn’t compare to Souji f*cking Okita

The constant repetition only made you less confident and act more guarded with the pony-tailed Uchigatana

And it seemed like he didn’t notice the subtle changes in your behavior and it only hurt you more

I guess Okita Souji is a much better master than you’ll ever be…

Your interactions become less frequent and you just found excuses that you were busy with paperwork or something else…

One day, you suddenly overhear Kashuu lecturing Yamatonokami in the hallway to be more mindful of what he says–especially when it comes to you

“You should know better than to keep comparing Aruji to Okita…” - Kashuu

“I am not comparing her–I never intended that.” -Yamatonokami

“I doesn’t look nor sound that way.” - Kashuu

Soon enough, a small argument broke out and you would come in between them to stop it before it became physical

“Enough you two…" Your sudden appearance makes the two break away from each other, surprised.

You knew that you had to solve the problem sooner or later and you didn’t want the two Shinsengumi  swords to have an argument because of you

“Kashuu, may I speak to Yamatonokami alone?”

“But Aruji-”

“Please, Kiyomitsu.”

Everyone knew that meant business whenever you used an individual’s last name.

Once Kashuu had left but not before glaring at the pony-tailed Uchigatana, you turn your attention to the raven-haired man

“What were you two fighting about?”

“Well…Kiyomitsu mentioned that you were unhappy with me…”

“No, I’m not.” You shake your head wildly. “I’m just…irritated. No, that’s not the word I’m looking for.”

You feel the heat creeping up your cheeks but you meet those bright sapphire-coloured eyes before looking away.

“…For a better word. I’m jealous.”

Yamatonokami just blinked a few times, confused

“You…You’re jealous?”

“…Yeah. I am jealous.”

“Of who exactly?”

“…Souji Okita…I know I’m not the best master but I can’t help but feel inferior whenever you mention him.”

You smile weakly and rub the back of your head weakly.

“Well, It’s not like it’s wrong for you to have a favorite master. I know you like Souji more than me so don’t feel–”

You jolt when you suddenly feel yourself being engulfed in a warm hug

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, Aruji. You and Okita-kun are different but that doesn’t mean that you’re a bad master. If anything, I think you beat Okita-kun…You see, I never got to hug him like this.”

You could feel your heart thumping loudly at the unexpected hug.

You guess you two had made up at this point…

You hear a small sigh escape from the Uchigatana  and you try to pull away to look at him.

“Yamatonokami?”

“Kiyomitsu won’t like this…but I like you much more than I should.”

Wait…Wait…Does this mean–

“I love you, Aruji.”

Oh wow. I take back on what I said about favourites

Kashuu Kiyomitsu will be happy that you and his partner have made up

…But he won’t be a happy learning that his partner becoming one of your fast favourites

HORIKAWA KUNIHIRO

You watched in envy as Horikawa Kunihiro–the object of your affections– walking alongside his partner Izuminokami Kanesada by the main hall

You had been harboring romantic feelings for the raven-haired Wakizashi for a long period of time

More like, ever since he appeared and held his hand out to help you up in such a gentlemanly manner

It was love at first sight….for you at least

Currently, here you are quietly trailing the two swords

You weren’t being creepy at all…looking all suspicious as you peered through the paper panels and around the corners.

You knew that Izuminokami had been assigned to go on sortie sometime today

And this gives you a chance to try and spend some time with Horikawa

You had wanted to become closer with him but his concern and maternal instincts towards his partner sometimes gets in the way

It had been a slow day so you had snuck out of your office for the 5th time that day

Even the combined efforts of Kikkou, Tomoe and Hasebe was not enough to keep you from seeing the Wakizashi . LOL. 

In the end, the three finally gave up since you’re such a hard-headed Aruji

You keep trailing the two, waiting for Izuminokami to leave for a campaign so Horikawa can accompany you for today as your secretary

As soon as the long-haired Uchigatana left for his sortie, his partner attended to you for the day as your secretary

As much as you loved Horikawa, you sometimes cannot help but gt irritated that he continuously spoke and praised his partner when half the time Izuminokami didn’t do anything

“Kane-san is quite incredible, isn’t he?”

“Hopefully Kane-san won’t have a hard time finish their mission.”

“I was hoping to come along but I’m sure he can handle himself.”

Everything that comes out of this boy’s mouth is ‘Kane-san’

When is it going to be your turn??

What does Izuminokami have that you don’t!?

…Other than that gorgeous flowing hair and dashing good looks

No matter how much you condition or comb your hair, it never looks like his…Goddamnit

But still…How does Horikawa not get sick of talking about his partner??

You become a little bit more exasperated as the day drags on…

b>

 Unable to bear it any longer, you finally speak out

“Is he more important than me then?” You meet those surprised orbs with  a cold expression on your face.

You knew you were jealous…but regrettably the words keep pouring out…

“Ah…” The Wakiashi began but remained quiet, looking guilty

“You can’t answer can you?” You sigh softly before making a move to leave. 

“I can handle the work by myself. You’re dismissed for today.”

“Wait! Aruji!”

You quickly walk down the hall intent on escaping to your office and maybe cry your heart out

Paperwork sounded much more comforting

You quickly hide in the comfort of your office for the rest of the day

You don’t even bother joining your charges for dinner, asking Hasebe to bring it to your office instead so you can sulk in peace

When dinner time approached, you hear a knock on your study’s door and call for then to leave the food at the door.

…But the figure holding your dinner did not even move from where they were standing

Did they not hear you?

You get up and walk over to open the door…

And when you do, you are greeted by the visage of Horikawa Kunihiro who was holding your dinner

“Aruji…”

“I’m not hungry.” You interrupt the Wakizashi 

You were about to close the door shut but the warrior immediately kept the door open with his shoulder, inviting himself into your office.

“Why do you even care?… I know, Izuminokami’s more important than I ever will.”

“I never said that.”

“Right. Whatever.” You wave him off rather rudely before returning to your desk.

SLAM

You jolt when the dinner tray was slammed on top of your papers and your chair being turned to face the raven-haired warrior.

“You’re just as important. If not much more than Kane-san.”

“Prove it.”

Your eyes became the size of saucers when you feel a pair of lips being pressed against yours rather incessantly Huehuehue

All you can see is those bright blue eyes slowly close as you feel his hand on the back of your neck, keeping you from pulling away

The kiss lasts for more than 5 seconds

…Wa-wait was that a little bit of tongue grazing your lips???

OHMYGOD

The young man eventually breaks the kiss and you couldn’t believe what had just happened

Kunihiro just kissed you…

Horikawa Kunihiro he had actually kissed you…

“…”

The usually gentle and motherly calm sword looked never looked so serious and you could barely form a proper sentence or though

“Do you still not believe me, Saniwa-sama?”

“…”

“…Saniwa-sama?”

“…”

“Aruji?”

Saniwa.exe has stopped working please come back again later

“Huh?”

Really…Is that the best response you can do?? LOL

“Are you alright?” The Wakizashi looks at you rather worriedly.

“Yeah. I’m absolutely fine.”

HejustkissedmeHejustkissedmeHEJUSKISEEDME

LOL. You’re just a hot mess at this point

Thank God. You were already sitting down if not you would have collapsed on the floor already.

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There are no such things as ghosts

Pairing: Fenris x Female Hawke Rating: General Audiences AO3 link

‘There are no such things as ghosts’, she asserted decidedly, ‘and not even the two of you could sell me that mumbo jumbo.’

The three of them were sitting at their usual spot at The Hanged Man, boozin’ and havin’ a few laughs. There weren’t many patrons left and Merrill had fallen asleep four beers ago, leaving Hawke, Isabela and Varric in a very agitated discussion about the existence of ghosts. The pirate and the dwarf were in agreement, while Hawke refused categorically to admit ghosts were real. Spirits, demonic possession, Revenant: yes. But ghosts? Nope. Ghosts were but a tale invented by exhausted parents to mildly scare children and get them to sleep on moonless nights without scarring them for life with stories of actual evil.

‘So you’re telling me you’re fine with the fade, darkspawn and all the shit we saw in the deep roads but ghost are a no go?’, Varric asked.

‘Yup. I had to draw a line somewhere and ghosts didn’t make the cut.’

‘How do you know they don’t exist?’ The dwarf insisted.

‘Have you ever seen one?’ Hawke shot back.

‘No, but until last week I had never seen a dragon either, let alone killed one.’

‘That’s different. There’s nothing remotely realistic about dead people coming back to haunt the living. Dragons on the other hand, they’re just beasts, beasts I can kill.’

‘So you wouldn’t have an issue spending a whole night alone in a haunted house provided we found you one.’ Isabela challenged.

Hawke shifted her attention back to her favorite pirate and grinned.

‘Provided you found a haunted house – which you won’t cause ghosts aren’t real – sure, bring it on.’

‘Deal.’

A few hours later and considerably drunker, Marian Hawke found herself standing in front of Fenris’ door. It had been Isa’s idea that she spend the night at his place, and she wasn’t sure if she really felt comfortable with it.

‘Why Fenris’ house?’

‘It’s so stereotypically creepy,’ Isabela started while gesturing at the house, ‘I’m pretty sure if there’s ghosts in town they all settled in that place. Besides, the elf won’t be back for a few days so you’ll have the place all to yourself.’

‘Well, you’ll have to share with the ghosts’ Varric added.

‘Haha, very funny. Now go away.’

‘You’re sure?’ The dwarf taunted. ‘You can still admit you’re scared, and we can all go home and call it a night.’

‘I’m perfectly fine thank you. Now will you go? I’m tired and I want to sleep in this ghostless house.’

As if on cue, a half broken blind slammed against the façade of the mansion making Marian jump out of her own skin and reach for her daggers while Varric burst into laughter.

‘You were saying?’ Isabela teased

‘It’s just the stupid wind,’ Hawke shot back. ‘Go away.’

‘Okay okay’ she replied with both arms raised in sign of surrender, ‘sleep well pumpkin.’

As Marian opened the front door she heard the pair laughing and Varric muttering a small ‘She’ll never make it’.

‘I will’ she shouted as she slammed the door with vigor.

Of course she would make it! Hell, she could spend a whole week alone in here. Ghosts weren’t real, she had been at Fenris’ place plenty of times before and she was pretty sure the only things she had to worry about were not being eaten by rats and finding a place to sleep. She was going to win this bet.

Her steps echoed throughout the empty hall as she made her way towards what had once been a beautiful double staircase. The house was dark and a ‘no torch rule’ had been part of the deal, making it difficult for her to see where she was stepping; the pale moon was her only source of light and for once she was happy Fenris never changed the ripped curtains. Carefully, she entered the first guest room and studied her surroundings as best she could, quickly spotting a bed on the left side of the chamber.

‘I’m pretty sure someone died on that bug nest’ she muttered to herself.

If the stale smell was any indication, the room hadn’t been used nor cleaned in years, and she could swear there was questionable residue on the ground. There was always the option of sleeping in Fenris bed – that room at least had to be clean – but she wasn’t sober enough to prevent herself from spending the night sniffing his sheets and didn’t want to admit she was that desperate. Resigned, Hawke climbed on the bed, covered herself with the blanket she had brought and closed her eyes. Silence filled the room and soon her breathing was the only noise she could hear. It felt unnatural and uncomfortable. Her own manor always resonated with Orana’s singing or Sandal’s ‘enchantment!’, and only now did she realize how much they had become a part of her life and how alone she truly felt.

Alone and maybe a bit scared…

Nonsense! She was just drunk and uncomfortable. She wasn’t scared, there was nothing to be scared of! Then why was her heart thumping so loudly? And was that a creak she just heard coming from the first floor? Hawke cursed herself for being so silly. She had let Varric and Isa’s inanity get to her head and now her very inebriated brain was conjuring noises that didn’t exist. Stupid dwarf, stupid pirate and stupid bet! Still, Hawke listened carefully to the sound of the house and tried to reason with her overly imaginative brain. It was an old mansion, and the wood floor, like the rest of the house, had seen better days. Surely such ancient floor would creak every once in a while. That was a rational way of thinking, one that didn’t involve ghosts. There was nothing paranormal going on, just an old house with an old floor.

As the place fell silent again, Hawke willed herself back to sleep and shut her eyes once more. The house wasn’t haunted, and she was the only person in this goddamn mansion. Except now, she could hear footsteps. Ghosts didn’t have footsteps, did they? They were rather silent creatures? Oh maker, now she was starting to question not only the existence of ghosts but whether or not they made noise while they walk.

This was stupid. She was stupid. The only ghosts haunting her were a pirate and a dwarf, trying to win a stupid bet. Well she wasn’t about to be tricked. Silently she slid out of the bed, debated with herself whether to take her daggers and finally decided not to, her friends just wanted to scare her, not to cause her harm. She made her way towards the entrance of the room, opened the door gingerly and waited to see if anyone would barge in. Nothing. The house was still. She then proceeded to investigate further and slowly walked down the dark hallway. As she passed Fenris’ room, the door cracked open and before she could react, a lean shadow jumped out at her. She couldn’t stop herself from shrieking but managed to avoid being caught by her attacker. She cursed herself for not taking her daggers and tried to avoid another offensive but the shadow  moved so quickly she could barely keep up. She was left defending herself more than attacking and was soon backed down into Fen’s chamber. She looked around to find a weapon and spotted a table lamp. If she was about to go down, she would go swinging. Hawke tried to reach for the lamp but before she could do anything she found herself pinned on the ground by the mysterious shadow. She heard a loud thud as her head hit the floor and groaned. Her assailant was preventing her from moving, leaving her helpless and vulnerable to the final blow that was soon to come. Had the situation been less desperate, she would have laughed at the absurdity of it all. This was how the tale of Marian Hawke would end: killed by a shadow in a haunted house. No doubt Varric would write a f*cking book about it.

‘Hawke?’ a familiar voice asked.

Marian opened her eyes and recognition washed over her face as she found herself staring at emerald eyes and a mop of silver hair: the murderous shadow, still pinning her to the ground, was in fact, a very naked Fenris.

‘Fen?’ she asked in surprise. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I live here. What are you doing here?’

‘I… You weren’t supposed to be back yet and…’ Marian bit her lips unsure as to how she was supposed to word her answer. ‘Well, we had this conversation about ghosts and Varric and Isa kept insisting they exist and I disagreed so they dared me to spend a night alone in a haunted house.’

‘And you ended up at my house because…?’ he probed.

‘Well you know: spider webs, broken windows, pretty sure there’s a rotten corpse somewhere…’ Fenris raised an eyebrow. ‘It was Isa’s idea.’ She concluded quickly as to get herself off the hook.

‘Ok, I’ll bite. Why were you sneaking in the hall?’

‘I thought… I thought you were a ghost.’

Fenris burst into laughter, the thundering sounds echoing in the empty house and filling the place with warmth. His laugh vibrated thought her chest, making her acutely aware of how close they were and of the heat radiating from his naked skin.

‘It’s not funny.’ She pouted.

‘Pretty sure it is.’ he chuckled softly.

She knew he was right but she was too ashamed to admit it. Instead she looked at him insistently, hoping he’d let her go but he wouldn’t move.

‘Would you let go of me now?’ She finally asked.

‘Why would I do that.’

‘You’re naked.’

‘Yes,’ he replied with a wolfish grin. ‘Sadly you’re not’

‘I suppose that can be arranged.’

A few days earlier

‘My dear Rivaini, did you know Broody sleeps in the nude?’

‘Why do I have a feeling this is about more than Fenris’ sleeping habits?’

‘I’m glad you ask. See, I have a plan to help Hawke and Broody finally get it on. We just need to…’

[sharethisgemwithme]

“The Zoo” instant reaction

[Written on January 13-14. I was blind to this episode and the final episode of the Bomb, with the exception of tiny leaks and Youtube screenshots. Comments related to those spoilers are footnotes, marked with [#].] So, since watching the last episode, I came across someone referencing "Rising Tides, Crashing Skies", and Ronaldo's interview of Steven. Particularly this line: "Wait, so the hand wasn't here to *snatch up humans for a human zoo*, or interfere with our subsidized Beach City wind farm, or thaw out the cryogenically frozen pets of the one percent?!" GODDAMMIT, RONALDO.

Previously, we saw Steven get dumped into the zoo, and thankfully he didn't have to look very hard to find Greg. Greg's been there for a short time; I would think he'd still be hearing how it works from the, uh, natives, rather than expositioning himself. I'm still creeped the hell out about the fact that there have been humans in captivity here for untold centuries (suspend disbelief that they are still recognizably human after about as separated a habitat as you can get for such an extended time). That interrupted line from Holly in the last episode about "the only time" they've opened the big golden door will get paid off tonight, I'm sure. Put I can't imagine that they would have Blue Diamond enter the zoo herself. UNLESS Steven's gem nature is revealed in some way. That part I won't suspend disbelief: somewhere during that inspection, the Peri-fingers must've noticed Steven's gem, and failing that, someone will see it while doing routine surveillance. There is only a little bit of actual content for this episode that I'm spoiled on [5] but it's so vague that I only have half-theories as to what it means.

I kinda doubt that the entire band will be back together by the end of this episode, but no doubt that Pearl and Sapphire are plotting and scheming up above, while Amethyst guards a door--is play-acting a bigger part of herself more tiring than other shape-shifting? actually, come to think of it, she outright says in "Steven's Birthday" that it's not sustainable--and Ruby just steams. The requirement that we view everything from Steven's perspective is a bit frustrating here, because it means that we probably won't get to see Sapphire encounter Blue Diamond for the first time since "The Answer"... which brings up the question of whether Blue Diamond would recognize Sapphire as THAT Sapphire. I feel like Sapphires are rare enough that she could genuinely be the only right-hand Sapphire in existence.

I’m watching straight through with no pauses or rewinds; the clock starts as close to “We!” as possible.

0:00 - I feel like a zoo will probably bring out some strange creatures, so this seems right up the alley for Paul and Raven. 0:22 - Nope, Lamar and Katie. 0:28 - And a pan, not a scene cut. 0:36 - Well that's a slight change from the end of the last episode, I think. 0:52 - Well he is in a zoo, but he's not performing tricks. 1:06 - Greg is freaked out. 1:22 - Ga-reg. lol. 1:35 - And of course, the "natives" don't have names. 1:44 - That one looked a lot like Greg. 1:58 - Yeah, the descendants. THIS IS A LOT BIGGER DEAL THAN WE'RE MAKING IT. 2:15 - How long was Greg here? 2:23 - Also, are we going to bust out the rest of the humans as well? 'Cause not doing that would seem... odd. 2:40 - This is creepy. EXTREMELY CREEPY. 3:05 - What the fuck. Did those gem-shaped fruits just fucking spontaneously appear on the trees? 3:30 - I'm surprised Greg is playing along so much more than Steven. 3:43 - "I have not had that much fun since yesterday!" 3:51 - What is this "want"? 3:58 - Oh good, roses. 4:12 - That was a fucking terrible splash. 4:23 - I'm glad Steven agrees with me. 4:38 - He. Has. Broken. The. Rules. He. Must. Be. Punished. 5:00 - WHY ARE YOU SO SERENE ABOUT THAT, GREG? 5:12 - OH MY GOD THAT "SUNSET". THIS CAN'T GET CREEPIER. (it will certainly get creepier) 5:50 - Good luck with that. 5:58 - Are you two boning? (yeah you're boning) ((sorry)) 6:15 - OH WE'RE GONNA HEAR THE STORY of when the door opened? 6:30 - Oh boy who's gonna get hurt? 6:42 - "SLUG ME IN THE FACE". Yes, absolutely. 6:55 - Oh this is gonna hurt. C'mon, Steven you can do it. 7:08 - Oof that's gonna leave a mark. 7:19 - "No, that's OK." 7:29 - "The choosening." What fresh horror is this? Remember, nose goes. 7:53 - Seriously, please tell me this is like the same thing as the watermelon stevens did. 8:08 - And now they create a new captive. 8:41 - Aaaaand boom. Greg gets to have fun with J-10! 9:09 - ooh, the dreaded "E" word. 9:19 - 'cause choosened isn't a f*cking word 9:37 - wait wha 9:43 - oh god this is not how it works 10:00 - aww, now you made them angry. 10:18 - oh boy, they've felt emotion for the first time ever. 10:45 - here come the peace-keepers. MAKE A BREAK FOR IT 11:02 - and we're just gonna leave everyone else there. 11:14 - and scene.

INSTANT REACTION - What the fuck this episode. Maybe it's because it's 2am and I'm tired but... NOPE this episode is a big what the fuck. Maybe the most disturbing subtext since we found out that the gem powder in "Together Breakfast" and the gem shards in "Frybo" were still sentient ("Keeping it Together" and "Gem Drill" were disturbing as fuck, but not remotely subtext). Like, here are these humans who have had a society of several dozen, that has lasted for a hundred generations, and has been raised to be more or less robots. I can't even put into words just how fucked up it all seems to be. And part of it is that I am 90% sure that the Amethyst guard is going to take Ste-van and Ga-reg out of the zoo for punishment and then 50% sure we are NEVER GOING TO SPEAK OF THESE PEOPLE AGAIN. Or at least not for a long time. 'Cause I sure as hell doubt we'll have time to come back to them in the next episode, assuming that the arc concludes by episode's end. Hell, even if "That Will Be All" is a double-length (and y'know, it could be... I feel like I would've heard about it if it were, but who knows?), it feels like there's a lot to get to: get the gang together, rebel, [6], learn valuable life lessons, and (presumably) return to Earth.

Credit notes and second watch thoughts in a separate post this time.

[5] One Youtube screencap featuring humans in a tropical island setting was titled "The Choosening"; I presume that's from this episode.[6] - Have some musical numbers. I think I know of the existence of two. Certainly at least one, because Youtube JUST WON'T LET ME BE.

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19 Parents Spill About Their Kids Weirdest Friends

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19 Parents Spill About Their Kids Weirdest Friends

Parents don’t always have control over who their kids befriend, as much as they’d like to.

Most of the time, that’s totally fine!

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But sometimes, your kid comes home with a friend like this:

Some kids are just weird.

Here, 19 parents share the strangest kids their children have ever brought home. Do you have a story of your own?

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Stolen everything

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This kid lives down the road and shows up to take things from my kids: their bikes, their shoes, literally anything that isn’t bolted down.

It’s weird when he takes their bikes because he bikes to our house.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t go to school? It is usually after the kids are in class he will just walk up in our house and be watching tv.

We have to tell him to go home often because he either is being raised by wolves or doesn’t care –NarawynSeven

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Super soaked

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My son brought home a kid to play at our house when he was in 3rd grade.

This kid was a giant bundle of nervous energy and always getting in trouble. Doing things he wasn’t supposed to.

It didn’t matter how many times you warned him; he didn’t seem to listen.

It was the next day that I discovered one of my son’s Super Soaker water guns lying in the flower bed. When I picked it up, I noticed a strange smell of gasoline.

He must have used the 1-gallon plastic gasoline can I stored next to my mower and filled the gun up with flammable fluid.

We banned him from coming over again. –spangdooler

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Too young

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There’s a kid who lives down the street, and he keeps coming over to hang out with my brothers.

We all agree that he’s a little weird, but we don’t want him over right now because he walked outside and asked my mum if he and my brothers could watch porn.

The kid is 12, and my brothers are 12 and 10. –mechilide

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17:38

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My step-daughter brought a girl back after school once, a very odd girl. They’d have been about 12 at the time.

So I asked if she wanted to stay for tea which she did.

Then a little while later I asked when her mum was picking her up and this was her reply, “I have asked mother to collect me at 17:38. So that is when I shall leave, oh and if I feel like coming tomorrow can we have something better for tea.”

She was not back again tomorrow –donbanana

The next one is legit creepy.

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FOOD

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Lol. My sister had a friend when they 7 or so. She had her spend the night.

The next morning, she got up, went to the kitchen where my mom was doing something and said very emphatically “FOOD.”

Now, my momma isn’t one to take any guff, so she turned around, cocked her eyebrow and said, “Excuse me?”.

This little girl’s response: “Now.” –hihelloneighboroonie

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Meow

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I have a coworker that meows at people. She’s in her 60’s. –banjo11

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Pee on toys

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One that when things did not go his way, unzipped his pants and peed all over one of my kids’ toys. He was 9 at the time.

We sent him on his way, with the toy in question (an old parking-thingy for Hotwheels that my kids didn’t play with anymore).

Within 5 minutes, the kid’s dad is at the door. Dad asks nicely why we made his child take the thing with him.

We explain, also nicely, that the parking garage he is clutching in his hands has been urinated upon by his son.

He understood and went back. Son came back 5 mins later to apologize. –YouKeepThisLove

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Fluffy

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My brother once brought home a tiny ball of fluff. He had a very active imagination and insisted that it was a mouse that he had rescued from a sewer drain.

It was pretty obviously just a cotton ball or pompom, so my parents decided to humor him when he named it “Fluffy.”

About 10 minutes later the cotton ball jumped or moved or something, and my parents freaked out.

Turns out it actually was a wild mouse that he rescued from a sewer drain, and by that time my mom had allowed him to keep it.

My brother was heartbroken when they explained that wild animals lived in the wild, and we couldn’t keep Fluffy here. –Kyocrazy

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Unfathomable

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My brother brought home a friend that drank his milk with ice in it –sarcasmandirony

The next one is a doozy.

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Cardboard box

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My daughter had a friend in first grade who creeped me out.

My daughter was a quirky kid herself and didn’t fit in with the mainstream girls so at first, I was happy she found someone.

But this girl, Becky, was so weird. She never spoke directly to me, and whenever she came over to play, she always carried this cardboard box. She was very pale and wore her hair in two very tight pigtails.

Inside the box was a large chunk of styrofoam with these huge bugs she had pinned to it and labeled in marker. Giant centipedes, house spiders…I’m not sure where she got them.

I was so happy when that silent, strange girl moved away at the end of the school year. –AlexandraPants

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Not a parent, but my older brother once brought a friend home when there was no one in the house.

My parents get home (having never met this kid) and he suddenly swivels around in my dad’s office chair and shouts in his best bond villain voice “I’VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU!” –carterhatesmemes

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Sneaky

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My sister had a friend growing up who would just magically find a way into our house on occasion.

We would all be gone for the day and come to her sitting on the couch in the living room even though we had locked the doors on the way out.

Super weird. –ZM_Tendie_Bear

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Fairy

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Not a parent, but as a former child, I have an answer to this.

I had a friend growing up who claimed (for a very long time) that she was a fairy and would turn into one of those ’90s butterfly hair clips when nobody was looking.

I also watched her grab a handful of grass from my front yard and eat it, dirt and all because she insisted that was part of her normal diet.

Strange kid. –MyStageName

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Steiner school

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My sister once brought home a Steiner school student once (no bloody idea how she met her given the Steiner school was on the other side of town and she was 7).

She was… interesting.

She said she couldn’t eat homemade Anzac biscuits because she didn’t know what chemicals I had put in them and then went outside to stick sticks into the ground and pick a bunch of stinging nettles to make tea with (she didn’t make the tea though. There was no f*cking way I’d let a bunch of stinging nettles anywhere near my tea strainer).

She was a real fruitcake.

Weirder than my friend whose family still acted like they were still living in East Germany according to my parents. –Plethora_of_squids

The next one is actually kind of hilarious.

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Michael Jackson

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There is this one kid my daughter brings over often that legit speaks exactly like Michael Jackson. –rlw0312

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Yard dump

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The kid had been to our house many times before and was at least 7 at the time.

He and my son were playing outside when the kid pulls down his pants and drops a deuce in my yard. The dad saw it and berated me for “taking my eyes off of him.”

A few other things have occurred with him, so he’s not allowed to even come in my yard anymore. –BaconSlapThatHoe

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Turn signal

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Not a parent, but I brought home some weirdos.

In 9th grade, my “best friend” of the month needed a ride to the public library, and my mom agreed to give her one.

Every time my mom used the turn signals, this girl started imitating them, making loud clicking noises until they turned off.

I questioned this, and she said she just really liked the sound.

At one point she complained about being hungry and proceeded to pull a several-days-old pizza crust out of the bottom of her backpack and eat it. I don’t think we hung out again after that.

My mom still brings up “that girl with the clicky noises” from time to time. –Limpslinky

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Oswald

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Not me, but my mom.

My oldest sister brought a friend by after school. This kid was apparently weird in many ways, but one, in particular, stood out.

My sister went to my mom who was making a snack in the kitchen. She started to complain that her friend kept telling her that her father had shot the president.

Turns out to be true. Junie Oswald was her original name, don’t remember her new name. Bragging about that was really strange. –mel2mdl

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Chocolates

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Not a parent, but had a friend who, when she was in middle school, brought home this girl who later proceeded to eat an entire container of chocolates.

She then ran down the street full blast, went into a fancy restaurant and threw up on a couple of newlyweds enjoying their first meal as husband and wife.

–ItsVesper-time

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a x e : iii

“Abram, did you hear me?”

Elise’s voice shakes with a second and third apology, but I keep my head down, hands folded tightly beneath my chin. Hockey practice and a four mile run did nothing to tame the beast inside me, so willing to rear its ugly head, so hard to contain. I don’t know what might crawl out of me if I speak to her, much less look at her.

“Abram, you can’t be mad at me over this,” Elise continues, her voice straining further. “We’re friends, right? Please, accept my apology. I didn’t mean it.”

Heart racing, I slide out of my seat and head for the door.

“Abram? Where are you going? Mrs. Pierce is trusting us not to leave!” The click of Elise’s heels on the tile lets me know she’s following me—as a warning to turn away, I push the door open with so much force that it hits the outside wall with a loud thud.

“Abram!” Elise shouts, and I feel her cold, bony hand snatch my forearm. She tries to urge me to face her just as I pull myself out of her graveyard of a grasp.

“You really need to leave me alone, Elise,” I say, stepping toward her.

Instinctively, she steps away—her back against a row of pale green lockers.

“I said I’m sorry,” she says. “Why can’t you just get over it? And not once have you said sorry to me, by the way.” She moves, as if she’s going to walk away, as if she’s going to get the last word, as if she’s going to add another insult to injury. “Strays can’t learn new tricks, can they?”

I shove my hands against the lockers, trapping her there.

“There you go again,” I say, slapping the ball of my right hand against a locker door. The whole thing moves and clatters. “What the hell do you want from me? One minute you declare our friendship and the next I’m just a stray with a fat girlfriend? Fuck that!” I shout the last words and hit the locker again, only this time with my fist. I feel my scars opening up, the blood trickling down my knuckles. But the ache in my chest is gone.

“I’m so goddamn tired of people like you—fucking manipulative and cruel people who only care about you when it’s convenient for them. I have enough of that in my life, I don’t want it from you. Do you hear me, Elise?” I move in closer and shout, “Do you hear me?” as I let my first slam into the locker again; this time it hits dangerously close to the left side of her head.

The blind rage fades and the look of complete terror on her face anchors me to the ground. I swear I think she’s shaking—and so am I. Half from anger, half from fear. What did I just do? I look at her closely—and I feel a weight lift off of my shoulders that there is no blood on her face. I had gone so mad with anger that I wasn’t fully aware of what I had just done until it was over. Bile rises in my throat and I turn away from her, ashamed that I allowed my father to root himself into me so deeply that he can come out whenever he wants.

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I feel myself hyperventilating as I wash the blood from my hands; Crimson swirling down the sink—forever staining the bright white porcelain. I look at myself in the mirror and I see my mother looking back at me. With sad blue eyes and lips pinched into a thin line of disappointment, because my mother knew nothing of anger—and I greet it like an old friend.

I fling the water from my hands and look at the bathroom counter; a green pill bottle sits close to the sink from all of the times I considered taking them, but never have. The urge to take one rises and I run my fingers through my hair in thought.

A heart beat later, my phone buzzes from my pocket.

S: Kai?

I sink to the floor and stare at the screen of my phone, knees pulled against my chest.

K: Sylvia, I did something bad.

S: What happened?

K: I let my anger get the better of me and I scared not only myself, but someone else, too. A girl at my new school, she’s been pretty awful to me Syl. We got into an argument and I think I blacked out. I thought I hit her. I didn’t, I hit a locker but when I came out of it, I thought I did. I’m really scared. I’m not like this.

S: I know you’re not. Maybe she deserved it, then. Girls at that school can be terrible.

K: No one deserves that, Syl.

S: And you don’t deserve to be treated so poorly.

K: Who do you know here?

S: No one worth wasting time talking about. I’ll text you in the morning, I’m really tired.

K: Me too. I love you, Sylvia.

Hours later, I find the strength to pick myself up from the bathroom floor, but only enough to get me to my bed. I scroll through my call log—September, August, July, June…

Mom

↱ Mobile (617-555-0832) 5:52pm

My thumb hovers over the last time I called my mother—the last day that she was alive. With a deep breath, I tap the screen, and a picture of us smiling together pops up, and the line begins to trill. Once, twice…

“Hey, you’ve reached Emilia Dyer. I can’t take your call right now, but if you leave your name and number I’ll call you back! Thanks.”

The phone beeps and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Maman, je ... Tu me manques vraiment en ce moment et, euh, j'avais besoin d'entendre ta voix ... Je t'aime.”

I choke back tears as I end the call, sending a voice message no one will ever hear.

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I skate into a sea of white and green jerseys—usually a tactic to troll your opponent; but for me, at this game, it was like going home. I take my helmet off and tuck my stick under my arm. The Boston Bear’s goalie is the farthest away, but the first to notice me.

“Holy shit! Dyer?!” Brody hollers.

Everyone on their end of the ice turns to look at me—and before I know it I’m being knocked to the ground by almost off of my old teammates. Eventually, the dog pile ends and Brody helps me to my feet, his Cheshire-cat smile fully exposed as he pulls me in for a hug. I know we look like a couple being reunited—because everyone always thought we were. Some things never change, not even after months of absence.

“I can’t believe you go to this preppy bullshit school,” he

says. “At least they have a decent hockey program.”  

“Yeah,” adds Blake, who gives me a playful push. “Have you  grown a vagina yet?”

I laugh. “Not yet, but I think all of them have,” I say, using  my stick to point at the yellow and purple jerseys behind me.

“I miss you guys.”  

“Bro, we miss you, too,” says Blake. “Hey, no matter who wins or loses this one—we’re partying after.”

I nod and put my helmet back on before skating back to the right side of the ice for warm-ups. It’s bittersweet seeing my old teammates like this—and if it wasn’t for my competitive nature, I would throw the game so that they would win.  

Instead I play my heart out and focus on not passing the puck

to the wrong team. Their last names

printed bold and green are too familiar and I try not to fall into old habits.

I see the name ROSE on a yellow jersey and slap the puck to

him—mostly because he is the only person who is open. He is

able to get his stick on it and  slide it past Brody’s knee and

into the net. Everyone on the team gathers to celebrate his

goal and my assist—only I’m the odd man out, and  I get a

single pat on the helmet from a kid named Sebastian.  

I try to shake it off and continue to focus on winning the

game—which is tied 1-1. There’s no luck in the third period,

or the five minute overtime—so the game goes into a

shootout. A Bears forward goes first, but Tucker denies them.

Then Jason is up for us,  but he shoots right into Brody’s

glove.

Coach taps me on the shoulder and urges me onto the ice. I

skate to center ice and let the puck

dance from the end of my stick. The advantage I have on Brody is knowing all of his weak spots.

The advantage he has on me is knowing the move I always go for. It all comes down to speed. Can

he block me faster than I can get the puck over his shoulder?

No.

The buzzer sounds and the crowd cheers. I don’t even try to

celebrate with the guys in yellow. Instead I leave the ice

entirely.

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S: How did your game go?

K: We won in a shootout! Bittersweet, tho. I played my old school. Upside is now we’re partying together.

S: Awesome. Don’t get too drunk and kiss other girls.

K: Baby, you’re the only person I want to kiss.

I put my phone back into my pocket and finish my beer. I thought I felt at home with them on the ice—but now I feel like I’m really at home. Their Coach rented the biggest cabin I’ve ever seen, and it reminded me so much of my aunt and my mother. Though there were a few things out of place—like drunk girls drowning in Chanel, and the random dude-bro here and there from Middlebury Academy. Though, they were like me. The rich bastard children of the school.

“Abram!” a shrill voice says. I look across the room to see Sophie waving her arm wildly at me. Thought I’m more concerned about who she has standing beside her. Elise.  

“You have a fan club?” asks Brody, who is sat beside me on the kitchen counter. “And you go by Abram now? What the f***, Kai?”

“Who is Kai, and where is my drink?” Sophie says, flinging her hair over her shoulder.

Brody grabs a bottle of Miller High Life and offers it to her. “This,” he inclines his head toward me, “is Kai. Who is your friend?” he asks, looking at Elise.

“Um, hello,” Sophie holds her hands up. “Acrylics. I can’t open that.” She looks at me after shoving the beer away. I notice Brody roll his eyes as he pops the cap off. “So you used to be called Kai? How is that a nick-name for Abram?”

“It isn’t,” I say. “Malachi is my middle name. I used to go by Kai,” I explain, and I pick up a bottle of beer and hold it out for Elise. “Brody, this is Elise, Elise, Brody.”

Brody flashes a smile at her. “Wow, Kai, things sure have changed for you, huh?” he jabs his elbow into my side and laughs.

“I’m surprised to see either of you here,” I say, mostly speaking to Elise. “I didn’t think that this was your type of scene.”

“Well, it isn’t the Ritz, but Elise here saw your Instagram story and you guys looked like you were having so much fun,” Sophie shrugs. “Plus, your Snapchap is geotagged. So we knew exactly where to find you.”

“That’s not fucking creepy or anything,” Brody whispers. I snort.

“So, Abram, you want to go somewhere quiet?” asks Sophie.

“Actually,” I clear my throat. “I need to talk to Elise about something.” I rub my fingers over my raw knuckles and swallow hard. “Come outside with me?”

I can see the hesitation from her body language but she nods, and I hop off of the counter. I lead Elise to the backdoor of the cabin, which opens up onto a huge wrap-around deck that overlooks the lake. I let her out first then shut the door behind us.

“We can go down to the bonfire if you want,” I say, gesturing to the stairs. “It is sort of cold.”

This time she takes charge and I follow behind her down the wooden stairs and onto grass. She takes a seat by the fire, and I sit far enough away from her to show that I’m not a threat.

“I want to tell you something,” I say, glancing from her to the fire. “Something I haven’t told anyone. Well, no one here.” I take a swallow of a fresh beer and run my hand down the side of my face. “Back in June, um, my mom died. Car accident,” I explain. “I was driving when someone came into our lane and hit us head on.”

I let out a shaky breath, the words burn as they come out, and I look at Elise. “She was everything to me, the only family I had, my best friend. And, uh. She’s gone…and now I’m here, where I don’t belong, forced to live with a man who has never claimed me as his own, and I know he never will. And, I’ve come to terms with that—or I thought I did. I don’t know. But what I do know, is that ever since I lost her, my world hasn’t been right. I haven’t been right.”

I turn to face her and I feel tears well in my eyes—I think she can see them pooling, but I don’t let them fall. I let them dry, like the back of my throat. “Sorry can’t fix what I did the other day, and I’m not using anything as an excuse—it’s just, I have no one, not really. I am a stray. And you insulted the one constant person in my life. And it hurt me, because I know how much it would hurt her if someone said something like that to her.”

“But even sometimes, I don’t have her,” I go on, and I am not sure why I am still talking about Sylvia. I sigh and shake my head. “I’m lonely, Elise. And you—you were the first person who gave me the time of day here—and yes you hurt me, but that doesn’t change anything. We have a connection, and…I think we need each other.” I lick my lips and scoot a little closer. “I can forgive you, but can you forgive me?”  

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Is the fear of dolls really an irrational fear? Or is there something behind it all? Pedophobia is the fear of dolls, and that has some connection to being scared of puppets as well. The horror movie genre is filled with terrifying movies that bring dolls to life; these dolls often do horrifying things to people. Annabelle is a classic example of a doll that no one wanted to mess with, but there’s a long line of them. The Puppet Master franchise brought about the idea that dolls or puppets could be possessed and kill people. Most people won’t admit to being scared of dolls, but many will at least admit that dolls creep them out. So why do we have this fear over something that’s supposed to be sweet and innocent? Folklore has often suggested, as do horror movies, that dolls can be inhabited by spirits in order to roam the world freely to do as they wish. Dolls are often linked to the idea of poltergeists or demon possession. Many people find dolls creepy because they’re uncannily human-like, but there’s also just something “off” about them as well. You feel just can’t quite trust them. There are so many stories out that involve cursed dolls or hauntings that involve dolls. So what do you believe? We’ve dug up some interesting and pretty creepy stories of people who’ve encountered dolls and what their experiences were like with them. Stay tuned to be creeped out by haunting stories involving dolls.

#1 Watching Doll It sucks when there’s a doll in the home that you want to get rid of, but your parents have a serious love for it. “You know those cheapie plastic dolls that you can get at craft stores that you can knit or crochet elaborate dresses for? Popular with grannies. My mom received one of these dolls with a purple and white dress from an elderly neighbor lady not long before the lady passed away. My mom had a blue armchair in her bedroom and had the doll sitting on it. She always kept the door open. Every time I would pass her room, the doll would turn its head to look at me. My nephew (who is not much younger than me) experienced the same thing. I had nightmares about that doll; I just hated it. Eventually, my mom gave it away, and I was beyond relieved.” (Reddit)

#2 Purple Smoke “When I was a kid, I used to live with my grandparents. I have an aunt and uncle who is just 4-5 years older than me, and we would be home alone after school. One time, my grandparents were out a little longer; we were watching TV in the living room and out of nowhere heard a little kid talking in one of the guest room[s]. Back then, one of the rooms was never used, so we used to play in there; the only toy that was in the guest room was my aunt’s doll, and I can remember the voice clearly asking us to go in there to play with it. My grandpa burned the toy that night at the beach. It was weird how the smoke was purple when he burned it.” (Reddit) Finally, an adult that gets it! I truly think that any doll that gives you the willies should be burned.

#3 Possessed Puppet The Puppet Master movies brought a whole new meeting to terrifying puppets, but this story certainly is no less terrifying. This seemingly innocent-looking puppet became possessed by spirits and was locked inside a glass case, very much like Annabelle. The couple who owned the puppet claimed that one evening, it raised up on its own and started to knock on the glass of the case, wanting to get out. They locked it in the case because it once attacked its owners. They believe that it’s possessed by a powerful spirit and they don’t know how to control it. Now, if you ask me, I would have taken it out to the back and set it on fire, but I guess a locked case is just as good. Shockingly enough, the puppet is still with its owners despite that fact that they saw it knocking on the class case, trying to get out.

#4 The Growling Doll Some people don’t realize that they have possessed dolls in their homes. These dolls often come from attics or garage sales, and the owners don’t know where they originated. In this story, there was a doll that the dog didn’t like very much. “I had an experience when I was a kid. I would sleep over at my babysitter’s house all the time. Her daughter was a few years older than me and we got along great, so I would sleep in the same bed with her. She had an enormous collection of stuffed animals and dolls. One day, we heard her dog barking aggressively at one of her dolls…. What made it creepier was that it was a Raggedy Anne doll. We told her parents, and they didn’t listen, and if the doll was in the room, we couldn’t sleep, so her dad placed it on the kitchen counter. We woke up to him cursing up a storm. We ran out and could hear the dog and the doll growling at each other. Her dad got dressed, grabbed the doll, and supposedly dropped it off at a dumpster a few miles away. I’ll never forget the noise that was coming out of this doll.” (Reddit)

#5 Even Barney is Possessed Barney is probably the last doll you would think would be possessed, or maybe he’s the one you always feared. “I don’t have a fear of dolls, but old antique dolls are pretty scary. When I was about seven years old, I had a lot of stuffed animals (still do), and I remember there was this Barney the Dinosaur doll on my dresser, and it was staring at me then fell off the edge of my dresser. I picked it up and put it at the back of the dresser, and a little bit later, there was a small sound like something fell, and Barney the f*cking possessed dinosaur was on the ground again. So, being 7, I put the guy back on my bed at the end. Woke up in the morning and he was on my chest staring at me. Now that scared the sh!t out of me!” (Reddit)

#6 The Mandy Doll This might look like a normal doll, even a cute one, but it’s not. The owner of this cute little doll claimed that the doll woke her up nightly with crying. When she heard the crying, she would try to search for the sound of it. She would go downstairs to the basement and try to find the source of the crying. She found no baby, but she did find an open window. The doll was made between 1910-1920 in Germany, and the woman realized that something was wrong with the doll and finally got rid of it in 1991. Oddly enough, she thought it was cool to just give it to someone else. It ended up at Canada’s Quesnel Museum, where the staff claimed that the doll would bang against the glass of its case. They claimed their lunches went missing and that Mandy “hated” other dolls and would mutilate any that she found. What a bizarre story.

#7 A Sailor Named Gene The doll that inspired the movie Chucky was a sailor doll originally named Robert. A wealthy family found out that their nanny was practicing black magic, and so they fired her. Before she left, she gave their son, Robert, a sailor doll, which he named after himself. The young boy eventually asked to be called by his middle name, Gene, because Robert was the doll’s name now. After a few weeks, the adults started noticing that Gene was having long conversations with the doll and at times found the boy hiding in a corner with the doll staring at him angrily from across the room. Then, what you would expect to happen started happening: strange occurrences were going on around the house, and Gene tried to tell his parents that it was Robert doing them. They punished the boy and locked his doll in the attic. He was eventually forgotten until the new owners of the house found him, and he threatened them with a knife. He now lives in a museum where there’s a legend that if you attempt to take a picture with him, then you, along with anyone else you bring with you, will be cursed.

#8 The Joliet Doll Joliet had been a part of four different generations of the same family. The family claimed that the doll was cursed and that curse came in the form of a son being taken from each generation. Each woman in the family had a boy, and that boy died just three days after birth. Anna is the youngest generation that has accepted the doll. The family is too scared to get rid of it because apparently, the souls of their dead sons are captive within the doll. The doll originally came from a great grandmother, and the family has heard giggles and cries coming from the creepy doll. Strange footsteps have also been heard throughout the night. They claim the doll’s voice changes over generations as well. Will Anna pass the doll to her daughter and have it continue to claim more souls? “Each of us in my family have [sic] loved the doll and cared for our lost children to this day,” said Anna, Joliet’s current owner.

#9 China Doll We all know that the idea of a spirit possessing a doll is pretty creepy, and this kid knew enough to not mess around with it. “I wouldn’t say it was possessed or anything, but I have this creepy china doll in my room (it was given to me by my grandmother). As you might imagine, I was scared of it and never touched it. The thing has been sitting in exactly the same spot for 13 years. One day, getting ready for school, I heard a soft thud behind me. Turning around, I saw the doll’s hat had flown off its head and landed in the middle of my room. I just kind of quietly turned back around and finished getting dressed before booking it out of there. I don’t think it was the doll itself; I think it was a spirit that I was feeling at the time.” (Reddit)

#10 The Black Hooded Thing Every child’s worst nightmare! “When I was a little kid, I used to sleep with a bed full of soft toys. I fell asleep after a few hours of being trapped in my room, but something woke me up after my mom had gone to bed. It was very early in the morning, 1-2 a.m., and I could hear something. I stayed very still and listened. Then I felt it; one of my soft toys climbed over me and slid off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a thud. I tried to catch it moving, but it was just standing next to my bed (it was a floppy toy bear so it couldn’t stand on its own). I grabbed it and asked it what it was doing. It didn’t say anything or move. I dumped it back on the bed and fell back to sleep after a while. I made sure all the dolls and soft toys left my room after that. I’ve tried to rationalize it since then. I was still pretty young when it happened, under ten, but I remember it so clearly. I was not dreaming; I know I wasn’t. This happened before I saw the black hooded thing standing next to my bed one morning but after something had woken me up, scratching my leg in the night. Whatever that was bolted when it realized I was awake.”

#11 Creepy Clowns No one likes clowns anymore; the movie IT pretty much ruined that for everyone, so the next story is very creepy for that reason alone. “My friend and I had a sleepover at his house; I think we were around ten years old. Both his brothers were sleeping at their friends’ houses, and it was a perfect night. We played PC games and just enjoyed ourselves; then we went to bed; he usually falls asleep before I do, but the next morning, we wake up, and this old stuffed clown was hanging from his burglar bars for his windows (we lived in South Africa; [it] was a normal thing to have) in a crucifixion way. Jeez, we got so freaked out, and that doll always felt like it was watching us, bad vibes. His mother thought we were mad. It wasn’t his parents playing a trick on us either; they were very religious and would find it very blasphemous.” (Reddit)

#12 A Doll Inside the Painting Haunted dolls are nothing; this is a painting about a haunted doll inside of a painting. The painting is called The Hands Resist Him, and it was painted by Bill Stoneham in 1972 and depicts a boy with his doll standing beside the window. “According to its 2000 eBay listing, the terrified sellers declared: ‘THIS PAINTING MAY OR MAY NOT POSSESS SUPERNATURAL POWERS, THAT COULD IMPACT OR CHANGE YOUR LIFE.'” They didn’t need to use caps lock to make it freaky — just the way they casually add, “OUR 4 AND 1/2-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER CLAIMED THAT THE CHILDREN IN THE PICTURE WERE FIGHTING AND COMING INTO THE ROOM DURING THE NIGHT.”

#13 She’s Watching You “We have this doll called Chikeeta; she’s about 120 years old, has been in my family for 4/5 generations (bought by an adult aunt and given to my great-grandmother when she was a child). It has been passed down mother-to-eldest-daughter ever since. She’s mine now. She was made by a master doll-maker at the end of the C19th and came with my family when they moved from Argentina in 1947. She’s a jointed doll, and the string that keeps her limbs attached has loosened over the years, so she ‘slips’ out of position. We used to sit her in a doll rocking chair in a glass display cabinet, and one of my friends absolutely hated her. The weird/creepy thing about her is that whenever this one friend was around, Chikeeta would ‘slip,’ so she looked directly at her. There was always a rational explanation for the movement — wobbly floorboards, someone knocked the cabinet, gust of wind, whatever — but it was mildly worrying that she would always slip (which was uncommon otherwise) when this one friend was around, and the doll would slip in such a way that she looked directly at this friend.” (Reddit)

#14 The Antique Shop Doll “I saw this one antique doll in a junk shop that gave me the shivers. She was a composite doll, probably from the 30s or 40s. She was very pretty, but you could see her age. She had tiny cracks all over her. The guy who owned the shop knew I loved dolls, and he was closing up shop, and he said [he] wanted me to have her, but I was just like ‘Uh, thanks, but no thanks.’ There was just something wrong with that doll, some vibe that she gave off that told me not to go there. I refused to even touch her, let alone take her. He wasn’t offended by my refusal. In fact, he seemed to approve [of] my decision to not take her home. I don’t think he really wanted me to have her so much as he wanted to see what I’d do if he offered her to me. I do think he would have let me take her, but sometimes, I wonder what the man’s motives really were in offering me that particular doll. I almost felt like it was some kind of weird test, and I somehow passed it. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but that’s how I felt at the time.” (Reddit)

#15 A Vermont Teddy Bear “When I was growing up, my house was always uncomfortable. There was something off about it, and I had a lot of unexplainable experiences living there. I had a Vermont Teddy bear my mom had given me when I was very small. I loved it more than any other toy, and so I can only explain what happened as my house turning it against me. At first, it was the feeling of being watched by it. However, I always had the feeling of being watched in that house, so I ignored it. Next came the distinct feeling it was in different positions when I came back. Not the other end of the room, but maybe its head was pointing a different way, or it was on the wrong side of my bed. Then, one night, I was lying in bed; the bear was lying next to me, flat on its back. I heard a noise in the hallway and sat up. When I turned around, the bear was sitting up next to me with its head turned and its arms outstretched, like it was trying to grab me. I fell out of bed trying to get some distance between the bear and me. The next day, I packed up any toy with a face left in my room and put it in the crawlspace.” (Reddit)

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