#true ghost story

[smellcast]

sc 666 Paul’s Story: “There’s No Thrill… Just Chill…”

On this special Halloween edition of the Smellcast, Tommy Hashbrowns (Paul) stops in to tell his true tale of the unknown.

Sensitive listeners: be advised of unsettling and disturbing content.

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[haunted-girlyy]

- Dewdrop and Phantom making out for the first time -

Phantom, embarrassed: Stop, we can't do that, Aether is next door and he can hear us!

Dewdrop: Relax, he can't hear us

Phantom: ofc he can! The walls are thin as fuck!

Dewdrop: Aether, can you hear us?

Aether, next door: nope

Dewdrop: See? He can't hear us

Phantom: ...

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Margaret Royal, Ian Girvan - Local Ghosts: True Stories of Odd Happenings - Avon - 1976 (cover designed by Pat McCormack)

[sentientsky]

a hastily thrown-together good omens shitpost made with my actual real life text message conversations

(here’s part 2)

[le-panda-chocovore]

I think we have to give credits to Toji and Suguru for haunting the whole narrative while being very much dead way before the main story started, their presence is hard to ignore

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, sitting on his bed: "Sometimes you gotta say fuck it and brush your teeth while sitting in bed, contemplating your life decisions at 9pm." Mountain, from across the room: "But where do you spit??" Dew: "In the faces of my enemies! ...And this empty plastic water bottle I forgot to throw in the bin this morning." Mountain: "Ah, recycling at its finest."

[helianthus21]

Louis 50 years after almost killing his interviewer: I wonder what my good friend Daniel Molloy is doing:)

Daniel 50 years after almost getting killed by a vampire he interviewed: I wonder if he'll fuck me this time:3

[atomic-chronoscaph]

The Ghosts of Two Kilted Scotsmen - art by George Wilson (1977)

[voxofthevoid]

JJK Teasers: April 2025

Skipping the teaser for my two-chapter kenita fic since the first intro chapter has already been posted. The rest are here ✨

Chapter 3/10 of taking the flesh is the only virtue

“Exactly what do you want from me, Itadori-kun?”

Itadori holds up the toy. “I’ve never used one of these before.”

Of course he hasn’t; he’s fifteen. But— “It’s not rocket science. The…design is rather intuitive.”

Itadori finally pries his eyes away from Kento to give the toy a dubious look. If not for the unnaturally strong scent radiating from him to drench the room and seep into Kento, it’d be easy to think he’s just a boy confronted with the unpleasant realities of a very hands-on sex-ed class.

“Is it?” Itadori asks doubtfully. “It looks weird.”

“It looks—” Kento isn’t paid enough for this. He’s also not drunk enough for this. “And what do you want me to do about that?”

Itadori shakes the thing’s artificial vagina at him. Kento promptly files that as one of the many images that’ll haunt his nights.

He almost misses Itadori saying, “Can you show me?”

Kento just gapes.

Itadori’s expression is wholly, suffocatingly earnest.

Kento doesn’t know what possesses him to ask, “Did you find the lube?”

“Oh, no.” Itadori turns the opening of the toy to his own face, squinting at it with a seriousness that’d be comical in any other situation. “Guess I’ll need that, huh? Are you sure it’ll fit in this, Nanamin? It’s so small.”

Chapter 1/14 of the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)

“Guess we could stage a break-up.”

Every bit of amused exasperation vanishes from Yuuji’s mind, leaving him cold.

“What?” It’s a faint, whispery thing.

Satoru raises a hand, waving it around. “Not for real! Relax. We could have a screaming match in the courtyard or something. It’ll be fun. Pretend you’re one of the women in those melodramatic romances you like. Or maybe I’ll be the woman? I’m a better actor. You can stand there and look all handsome and stoic. Cry a single perfect tear—just think of something really sad. And then…hm, I’ll storm off for a while, do some cleanup along the countryside. You can pretend to rebound with Megumi. Or maybe one of the first years. Even a Ten Shadows user might spook the council at this point. Anyway, they’ll forget about it eventually. I have full faith in my ability to be a bigger problem than even Sukuna incarnated would be. What do you th—oh.”

Yuuji’s not sure what the expression on his face is. He’s not even sure what he’s feeling.

But it must be something special if it’s making Satoru look borderline wary.

“That's a very serious face,” he says, standing up from the couch. But he doesn’t come any closer. The smile he puts on isn’t real at all. “Are you afraid you’ll find greener pastures? Don't worry, Yuuji. I’m gourmet fare. You won’t get me out of your system so easily.”

“I already knew that.” Yuuji’s mouth feels numb, but it’s moving, speaking. “It’s you. It’ll always be you.”

Satoru looks like Yuuji slapped him.

Chapter 14/18 of (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered

When the flames clear, the cursed spirit is there.

It looks like a hunched old man—almost. There’s nothing human about the blue-grey skin and black teeth and cycloptic eye.

Or the head.

“Why does your head look like Mount Fuji?” Yuuji asks, distracted for a second.

That single, centered eye blinks once.

“Sukuna’s vessel,” it starts—

“I have a name,” Yuuji cuts in. “You know it. You’ve used it. Keep doing that.”

“I don’t care about your name. It’s Sukuna I want.”

“Why?” Yuuji asks, genuinely confused. “He’s a dick.”

Another blink, distinctly nonplussed.

Friend of yours? Yuuji asks his resident parasite; there’s no response, and he doesn’t expect any, but he knows the answer anyway. Sukuna doesn’t know this cursed spirit any more than Yuuji does. He’s interested though. He’s more interested than he has been in anything in a while, and Yuuji doesn’t really like it, how Sukuna’s focus has settled like sharp-edged razors along the insides of his skull. His eyes feel hot, and it has nothing to do with the blistering heat still permeating the air.

“You can’t have him,” Yuuji tells the cursed spirit; he smiles, and that feels like a knife too. “That’s my burden to bear. If it helps, you really don’t want him either. Trust me.”

Chapter 1/7 of bloodstains on the collar means just don’t ask

In the end, Yuuji arranges himself into the world’s most awkward seiza, right there on top of his panting, trembling uncle.

It’s a good look on Sukuna. A good feel.

“Alright,” Yuuji says, slowly sliding his hands from Sukuna’s shoulders to the twin blades jutting out under them, thick and hard even through the tank. “You can move now.”

He thinks Sukuna snarls.

But he does move. A slow, steady descent. A very long pause. A staggering rise.

His muscles flex and bulge under Yuuji, sweat slicking his palms and heat seeping into his flesh.

Fuck, Yuuji thinks, biting his lip till skin splits.

The pain and the blood don’t calm him down any.

Sukuna does another push-up, slower but steadier than the last. Veins pulse on his neck and his arms, the skin there turning an alarming red. Yuuji wants to touch it, but his hands are frozen.

All of him is frozen.

Sukuna again lowers himself, his muscles swelling and shifting. Yuuji stares and stares and feels, his own body pulling tighter and tighter. The sounds Sukuna’s making are even worse—grunts and gasps, subtly different from how he sounds when they’re sparring and so, so dirty.

His forehead presses against the ground. His torso alone moves with a great, heaving breath.

Yuuji moves with it.

“Get off,” Sukuna says, as brusquely as he ordered Yuuji to get on. “You’ve had your fun.”

Sukuna has no idea how right he is—or how wrong.

“One more,” Yuuji rasps, digging his fingers into the thick muscle between Sukuna’s shoulder blades. “Come on, Sukuna. One more.”

[ghost-bxrd]

Person: how do you know you’re soft?

Me: well, I just spent the entire day at the beach trying to save beached jellyfish…

Person: …you know they’ll probably die anyway, right?

Me, through tears: ShU t U p

[ll7esxs]

I was in the bus and this handsome was sitting in front of me, I sneezed and he chuckled saying "bless you!", I told him plz bless me and gimme your number😔

[transingthoseformers]

We need more urban legends and ghost stories in Transformers

[here-lies-beetlejuice]

The Conjuring (2013)

The Old Arnold Estate, located in Harrisville, R.I., is an authentic colonial home, circa 1736. Its paranormal past runs deep, as far back as the 1700’s housing spirits and a series of tragedies.

The paranormal phenomena was made famous by The Conjuring movie in 2013, a story based on the infamous acts of Bathsheba Sherman, believed to be a witch. She was accused of murdering a baby using a sewing needle and, after her death, her malevolent spirit supposedly haunted the house.

[cream-and-tea]

[ID in alt]

compilation of a very specific kind of pallas and calliope interaction that i think is hilarious every time i write it. pallasvoice wow you’re like some kind of freak who can’t have a normal relationship. unlike me. who always has normal relationships.

[arbiterlexultionis]

Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

[nihildenial]

copia: *happily preparing table settings for fall festival dinner*

"now all i have to do is put out the cranberry jelly stuff"

*opens the can and shakes out the jello cylinder onto a plate*

"perfecto!"

primo: *comes up behind him and picks up the plate, taking a bite straight into the side of the jello cylinder, then walks away with it*

"thank you for the appetizer"

copia: