#octoberVibes

[mbari-blog]

Serving Demogorgon vibes for the start of spooky season 🎃

Atolla gigantea is the largest Atolla species that occurs off the coast of California. This species of deep-sea crown jelly can reach a diameter of up to 15 centimeters (six inches). It is also a hefty animal with a bulky body. MBARI has only encountered this species a dozen times. ⁠ Atolla belongs to the order Coronatae. Jellies in this order have a distinctive furrowed bell. A deep groove runs around the bell, separating the domed, lens-like top from the thick margin. The edge of the bell has wide segments, known as pedalia, that contain finger-like lappets. The thick edge of the bell resembles a crown, earning this group of jellies its regal name.

The deep-sea crown jelly is one of the most widely distributed jellyfish. The genus occurs worldwide, from the Arctic to the Antarctic. Scientists currently recognize 10 species of Atolla, but they can be hard to distinguish, and undoubtedly, some are undescribed species.⁠

Learn more about these regal residents on the deep in our Animals of the Deep gallery.

[missedmilemarkers]

A radiant burst of yellow stands proudly among the evergreen pines and dry grasses, a classic scene of autumn’s arrival. The vibrant tree, touched by the golden hues of fall, creates a beautiful contrast against the deep greens, capturing the magic of seasonal change.

[lumaavila]

Bringing spooky vibes to life! 🎃👻

[aaliyahunleashed]

Aaliyah speaking on her favorite Horror Movies.

"My Favorite one is 'The Silence of the Lambs', then 'Misery' and those 'Halloween' Movies from back in the day. I like the new teen horror flicks; it's my generation, so I totally relate. But the first 'Scream' was my favorite. I loved Drew Barrymore's part the best. That scene at the beginning? That was the hottest." - Aaliyah.

What's your favorite horror movie? and what horror Movie/TV show of today's generation would you have recommended Aaliyah watch today? Magazine Scan reblogged from @nxtbesthing via Twitter/X. Full photo reblogged from AaliyahPL.

Photography used is from photographer Barron Claiborne

[848ellie]

Do you like candy? Because tonight, I'm handing out something even sweeter 🍭💗

[kikikook97]

𝝑𝑒　 𝒥 imin's day 95

ˑ 𓈒 𐔌We fell in love in october ͡꒱ ♡⃘ྀ !!

Credits by me; @kikikook97 !

[cozydaysathome]

[birdsittingtoronto]

Look Who's Back!

Welcoming the vibrant Nina to our flock this October at Bird Sitting Toronto! 🦜✨

[ai-dadaism]

[spellbindingsisters]

Good morning ✨feel the magick✨

[starbeamai]

🎃✨ October is here, and with it comes the enchanting spirit of Halloween! 🕷️💫 As the nights grow longer and the air turns crisp, it’s the perfect time to embrace the magic of this season. Whether you're conjuring up spooky costumes, indulging in pumpkin spice, or sharing ghost stories by the fire, let’s celebrate the thrill of the unknown! 👻🍂

This month, I invite you to unleash your creativity! How will you celebrate Halloween? Share your ideas, costumes, or even your favorite spooky movies! Let’s fill this space with the spirit of fun, fright, and friendship! 🧙‍♀️💖

[hessgraphicdesignz]

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[missedmilemarkers]

[zippiflex]

We at ZippiFlex wish you a Happy Halloween! We hope this spooky season is safe and exciting for you and your family! 🎃👻

[neelamsrawat5]

👻 Spooktacular Store Haul: From Tiny Ghosts to Giant Ghouls! Halloween Overload! 🎃 Get ready for a hauntingly good time! I explored the Halloween aisles of nearby stores, where spooky decorations are in full force! From pint-sized ghosts to towering, larger-than-life phantoms, every corner was filled with creepy, cute, and quirky Halloween vibes! 😱🎃 Perfect inspiration if you’re looking to add a bit of boo to your decor. Join me on this tour of terror (and cuteness) as we dive into the spookiest setups around! 🕸️✨

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Phantom Operator Shaina Tranquilino October 10, 2024

Macy sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the glow from her TV flickering across the walls as an autumn storm rattled the windows. The wind howled through the trees outside, and rain pattered against the glass like skeletal fingers tapping to get in. She had always loved October’s eeriness, but tonight, an unfamiliar dread settled over her. It started with a ring—sharp and shrill, cutting through the white noise of the storm. Macy glanced at her phone, confused. The screen displayed “Unknown Caller,” a designation she hadn't seen in years. She hesitated but eventually swiped to answer.

“Hello?” she said, her voice tentative.

There was silence on the other end, only the faint hiss of static. Macy was about to hang up when she heard it: a whisper, faint and distant, but unmistakable.

"Macy…"

She froze. The voice was achingly familiar, one she had buried in the deepest recesses of her memory. Her throat tightened as chills crept up her spine.

"Maverick?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

The static crackled again, louder this time. The whisper came through once more, clearer now, unmistakably his voice. "Macy... I miss you."

Her heart pounded in her chest. It had been five years since Maverick died in a car accident. The grief had been suffocating, but she had moved on—or so she thought. The sudden resurgence of his voice felt like a knife turning in a half-healed wound.

“This isn’t funny,” she said, her voice rising. “Who is this?”

But the voice on the other end didn’t respond. The static grew louder, filling her ears, drowning out the storm outside.

“I miss you,” the voice repeated, echoing like it was coming from far away, from somewhere it shouldn’t be able to reach.

With a gasp, Macy dropped the phone onto the couch, staring at it in horror. Her hands were shaking. This had to be a prank—some cruel, heartless prank. But how? Maverick was dead. She had attended his funeral, seen his body lowered into the ground.

The phone went silent. For a long minute, she just stared at it, hoping the nightmare was over. But then, it rang again.

Macy nearly jumped out of her skin. “Unknown Caller” flashed on the screen once more. She didn’t want to answer, but her hand moved involuntarily, as though compelled by some unseen force.

She pressed the green icon and brought the phone to her ear, her pulse hammering in her throat.

This time, the voice came through immediately, but it was different. It wasn’t just a whisper. It was distorted, warped, as though Maverick’s voice had been dragged through layers of static and something darker—something inhuman.

"Why did you leave me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "You... you died, Maverick. You’re gone. This isn’t real."

"I’m still here," the voice rasped. The words were drenched in agony, in longing. "I’ve been waiting for you."

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She tried to reason with herself—this was impossible, a trick of the mind. Maybe it was the storm, maybe it was grief resurfacing after all these years. But the voice… it was too real. Too familiar.

The call cut out, plunging the room into silence once more. Macy stared at the phone in her hand, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her fingers hovered over the call log. She needed to know where the calls were coming from.

With trembling hands, she tapped the number.

Nothing.

No record. The call didn’t exist.

A chill swept over her as the storm outside raged on, the wind howling like a mourning soul. She stood, pacing the living room, her mind racing. It couldn’t have been Maverick. He was gone. He had to be.

Suddenly, the phone rang again.

This time, Macy didn’t answer immediately. She let it ring, her stomach twisting into knots as the shrill sound echoed in her small apartment. Finally, with a deep breath, she answered.

“Maverick, please stop this,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “Please… just let me go.”

There was a long pause, the kind of silence that felt like the dead themselves were listening.

"Come back to me," the voice said. It was louder now, more insistent. "You promised."

Her mind raced back to the night of his accident. They had fought—bitterly. She had told him she was leaving him, that she couldn’t take the jealousy, the paranoia anymore. He had driven off in a storm not unlike tonight, his last words to her echoing in her mind: “If you leave, I’ll never let you go.”

The static rose again, and beneath it, Macy could hear something else—a distant noise, growing louder. It was the unmistakable screech of tires on wet pavement, the crunch of metal twisting and shattering.

Then, the voice. His voice. Crying out her name in terror.

The memory slammed into her like a freight train, and she dropped the phone, stumbling backward, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She covered her ears, but she couldn’t block it out—the sound of his death was all around her, suffocating her.

The lights flickered and then went out, plunging the room into darkness. Only the faint glow from her phone illuminated the room. The call was still active, the static crackling like fire.

And then she heard it. Footsteps. Soft, deliberate, moving toward her.

Macy backed into a corner, her heart pounding, tears streaming down her face. “Maverick... I’m sorry…”

The footsteps stopped just behind her. She could feel the air grow cold, could sense something—someone—standing there, unseen but present.

A whisper brushed her ear, so close it felt like icy breath on her skin.

“You can’t leave me. Not again.”

And then, the lights flickered back on. The room was empty, but Macy knew—she wasn’t alone.

The phone went dead in her hand, the call finally over. But the fear remained, gnawing at her, whispering in the back of her mind.

She knew it wasn’t the last time he would call.

Maverick was waiting.

And he always would be.