#warren occult museum

[marylairre]

Obsessed with the knowledge that the last surviving brick of Borley Rectory exists in a basement in Connecticut, so far removed from where it originally was.

Bless the Warrens for bringing it back because to be honest, I would have done the same. I take rocks and bricks with me from wherever I go, and I always have done so for decades. It is not a habit I see myself breaking.

Just mildly amused by the fact that of all places where a last piece of the rectory could exist, it is halfway across the world in a museum that has been closed for about four years now.

Ought to humour myself with involving it in a fic some day, solely because the Annabelle doll is also there and Lairre would hate that thing with a passion, I'm sure.

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

I love when Annabelle’s sign gets covered so it just says “positively do not”.

Like, bro just don’t.

[naughtygirl286]

We're a little slow on posting this but earlier in the week we went to see the new horror movie Tarot we didn't see alot of stuff about it but we went to give it a try and it was a pretty good movie. I felt it was a pretty standard supernatural/monster movie your basic story is this

a group of friends and spending the weekend at a spooky mansion out in the middle of know where and they find some creepy hand painted Tarot cards in the basement that looks like the The Warrens' Occult Museum in the The Conjuring and they take them upstairs and and the main character Haley (played by Harriet Slater) ignores the number one rule of Tarot "do not use another person's deck" but she proceeds to tell her friends fortunes using the cards not knowing that they are cursed and after the weekend the group of friends head back to college. once there the grotesque creatures that were painted on the cards have come to life and are hunting down Haley and her friends one by one in the manner in which their fortunes were told and it is up to Haley and her friends to figure out how to stop the killings and and curse before it is too late!

now this movie I would say it kind of reminded me a bit of Final Destination and maybe a little bit of Cabin in the Woods because while watching this I could see those guys in the office placing bets on what happens in this movie lol it was like that very formulaic type of horror movie.

I didn't find it scary and I didn't feel there was any real jumps or anything it wasn't gory either and it was kinda funny at times. The first kill with the ladder was a bit brutal but other then that you don't get alot of blood or anything

The one cool thing is the creature/monster designs that is what I think I loved most about the movie and was one of the reasons I wanted to see it I do like a good creature design. You don't get to see them fully being this is a pretty dark movie as in most of the monster action takes place at night or in low light conditions but what you do see is pretty cool. You do get to see more of certain ones then others like the Fool/jester, the Magician and the character of "Death" but the other ones you don't get to see much of them.

but other then that I thought the movie was pretty good I enjoy it for the most part and if you want to check it out I would say go for it.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Annabelle

SCP#: AHE

Code Name: The Devil's Doll

Object Class: Masvae

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AHE is locked within one of the demonic vaults created and preserved by the Horizon Initiative. Where this vault is located is unknown, but the Horizon Initiative has assured the Foundation it will never be able to leave. The Horizon Initiative has refused all deals the Foundation made under Protocol "United Hands". As such, it is out of Foundation custody so no containment procedures will be made. 

Description: SCP-AHE is a doll filled with an abnormal abundance of Tartarean Resonance Energy or TRE for short. As such SCP-AHE is not necessarily possessed by a demonic entity but acts instead as a beacon, a conduit, and a hiding place for demonic entities to reside in or around. Because of the abundance of TRE demonic entities can reside within SCP-AHE for centuries and never have to worry about running out of TRE and therefore never have to retreat back to hell. It's also possible for SCP-AHE to assist demonic entities in possessing humans, the only drawback is that they will always call themselves "Annabelle" the same name of the doll. Weather this is an actual downside or if demonic entities would even care about is unknown and far too irrelevant for the Foundation or even the Horizon Initiative to even care about. 

It's actually unknown if SCP-AHE itself has a main demon or is simply a place for demons to rest and grow power from as well as use to attack targets form a distance so long as they are near the doll. As stated, before SCP-AHE is a conduit not necessarily a demonic item itself. Demonic items, for those that don't know, are either sacred or common items that have been cursed by demons to contain their essence so they can be anchored to earth and not have to go back to hell. They normally curse those that touch the items with bad luck and poor health. They feed off of the resulting negativity and continue to grow stronger as a result. 

Unfortunately, SCP-AHE works especially well with demonic items, should someone touch a demonic item that's close to SCP-AHE in some way, it will make the demon within that demonic item stronger. Allowing them to interact with people rather than just creating illusions, cursing them to even worse heath, and as stated before, possessing them at accelerated speeds. 

SCP-AHE was discovered in 1970 when famous occult exorcist and investigation couple Ed and Lorraine Warren found it during one of their demon hunts. They were originally planning to create an occult museum of demonic items with SCP-AHE as their prized object but that all changed when they were hired by the Horizon Initiative. Lorraine Warren is known as a Level 0 Reality Bender with her controlled aspect of reality being the soul. However, in the eyes of the Horizon Initiative she is known as a "Blessed" being, someone given the power of the angles to help God's children on earth. 

As such not only did, they take SCP-AHE from their possession but hired the Warrens as well. From that moment onward the two of them hunted for demonic items and surrendered them to the Horizon Initiative until Ed Warren died in 2006 and the Lorraine in 2019. Their daughter doesn't continue their work of hunting demons but instead works at the Horizon Initiative to keep their already captured demonic entities contained especially those her parents caught. 

The Foundation only knows about SCP-AHE because the Horizon Initiative is one of our allies. Hence why it's imperative we continue to maintain a healthy relationship with their organization in order to continue to have access to knowledge of more religion and demonic based anomalous entities, especially those contained by the Horizon Initiative. 

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[ectoviolet]

reopen the warrens occult museum. let me at the stupid doll.

[timelessmulder]

A while back my friend bruni @cryptids commissioned me for an atmospheric piece with her Haunted House Documentary Cameraman Warren. I wrapped it up the other night and have permission to share it here (:

On the outskirts of some quaint little town was a pleasant little two story building. It sat tall and unassuming on the border of the woods, with soft yellow walls and accented by white shutters. The front lawn was claimed by a brilliant explosion of color that was the garden, curated with care to give an impression of organized chaos as one strode across the stone path that cut through it to the simple white entry door. Butterflies and fat, lazy bees wandered across the vibrant petals, and if one were so lucky they may see a hummingbird flit among the flowers.

The place was a museum. It had belonged, once, to a playwright who had lived and died there some century and a half before. Now it stood as a monument to the life of its old owner, declared a protected building under the town's historic registry; those beyond its borders may care little for the name, but to them he was a local hero. With that came a snapshot of how one of his economic status, his peculiarities, lived during that era. Like most eccentrics, like most artists, the man had been intrigued by the occult and spirituality. Word was that energy clung to the house. Held in the artifacts preserved in the years since his death, collected by historians and preservationists from collectors and old storage and descendants of family friends. Traveled with the ghosts that visitors and passersby alike claim to have noticed pass in the halls, drift across the windows. And, of course, it meant that the small museum of some small town attracted true believers from all corners of the country.

Warren found it all a bit silly.

Old houses, old land, carried the weight of their history. He thought of this as he strolled the grounds, just beyond the reach of the trees that were keen to swallow up as much of the town as possible, gathering b-roll for the documentary. To step into a place and to know that something had happened there. That someone had lived there. That these items within had been held and cherished or bought as a joke between friends. It settled into the air and found a way to creep beneath the skin; some places tried to mimic this atmosphere, with squat brownstones and the occasional mom-and-pop yet to be choked out of business by a bigger - cheaper - chain store. But the sensation could never be matched. It never put ideas into people's heads. Never quite managed to convince them that every bump and creak was something more than the pipes or the old walls setting.

Maisy was inside with the other tech guys and the curator, setting up a room for interviews with locals who had their own experiences to share. The curator was a friendly enough middle aged woman by the name of Rebecca, an eccentric in the way Warren was coming to realize many historians were when given ground to talk about their field of expertise. While working on this project, he had come to divide these types into three main categories: those who believed, those who were unsure, and those who strictly didn't.

That last one was further subdivided into its own three categories: those who found the idea obnoxious, those who found it silly but harmless, and those who found it fun.

Rebecca was in the category of those who didn't, subdivision "found it fun."

"Etienne Roy, you must understand, was very much a man of that era," she had said, in the easy way of historians who always had information at the tips of their fingers. They had gotten an interview with her early on, just her and Maisy and Warren, during a preliminary tour of the museum. "Seances, communicating with spirits. Even those who weren't eccentric artists were intrigued by it." What she said next came with a light and cheerful laugh, and a tone that came off as though she had personally known the man during his life. That she was close enough to tease him to company without his knowing. "I wouldn't say he was on the level of, say, Arthur Conan Doyle. But he certainly wasn't a skeptic in the league of someone like Harry Houdini."

Warren had not quite grasped her meaning, but had shrugged it off as she led them through the house. She pointed to all manner of things, ranging from the mundane to the stranger things that had found their way into his collection. Warren had taken time to get footage of them, only half paying attention to the explanations Rebecca gave. An authentic ouija board crafted out of wood and with letters carefully painted on by hand. Books on magic, acquired through friends and self proclaimed witches. A strange collection of dolls lined up on a shelf, threadbare and with rotted fabric, staring at the trio with their shiny bead eyes.

There was a distinct feeling of being watched, of icy fingers trailing up his back to send a shiver along his skin. It was probably just the dolls, he thought. Watching you no matter where they stood with those reflective eyes and pleasant stitched on smiles. At least Rebecca hadn't announced their presence to them, as some other curators had on a few prior occasions. Nor had she given Warren any caveats on asking permission to film them. On one memorable occasion, the curator had warned, his voice low and serious, that there were consequences for taking pictures of a particularly ugly threadbare doll without asking his permission first. Bad luck he said, with all the firm sincerity of someone who believed such things, would plague the hapless person until they gave him an apology.

And Warren had rolled his eyes and given Maisy an exasperated look; she'd only given him a sheepish grin and shrug in response. He got a few seconds of footage anyway, no words said to the creepy little doll in his creepy little ringleader outfit. Nothing happened. Of course, the footage of the day had almost been lost and he had spent the better part of the evening - and into the next day - salvaging what he could. But that camera had been on its last legs anyway; a technical problem of that magnitude was inevitable. He'd gotten a new one soon after, and no problems had plagued him since.

Well, no problem that didn't typically plague technology. But he wasn't about to ascribe every little thing to ghosts or curses.

He shuddered against a late summer breeze, one that brought with it that feeling of being watched. A buzz settled in his hands, only kept steady by his years of experience.

He huffed with a roll of his eyes and slight shake of his head. Sometimes when he was lost in his thoughts, Maisy would stand in windows, just behind him, and stare. She would wait until he noticed her, until he damn near jumped out of his skin, and she would cackle. It would be followed by an apology, blunted at its edges to sound not very sorry at all, her mouth smiling and eyes bright. He took it all in stride, accepting it as a bit of friendly ribbing even if she was technically his boss.

The wind blew playful through the leaves, sending them waving against blue skies dotted with clouds. The words "very funny" were building in his throat, when he heard it. A brush against his ear. A young voice, curious, in just above a whisper. "Hello? Who are you?"

Warren jolted. Hands fumbled to find grip on his camera from a momentary loss of control before it hit the ground. He whirled around on his heel, bristling and throat burning hot with embarrassment. And then he stilled. The rush of adrenaline from that flash of fear - that hadn't stepped near a true fight or flight - slipped away, leaving only confusion and a hint of annoyance in its wake.

The window behind him was empty. The curtains fluttered their lazy dance, too sheer to hide anyone behind them.

"Great job, Maisy," he grumbled, b-roll almost forgotten, as he closed the distance to the window. He craned his neck to see inside, looking for the young woman among the dining room furniture. His nose crinkled at the sight of the china cabinets, filled in equal parts with fine cutlery and haunted artifacts. There was a handsomely made ouija board on the table, set up with love and care for a seance that would never come to pass.

There was no sign of the documentarian from his vantage point. He snorted, pushing away from the sill all while drawing up images of her hiding just out of sight, stifling her laughter until her face was red like a teenager not wanting to be caught by a teacher. Not that she was that unprofessional, he thought, of course, even with all her teasing. But with her bright eyes and fashionable clothes and gung-ho attitude, it was easy to imagine her a decade younger than she was.

"You got me," he said, loudly. "I guess you're done with setting up!"

"Sure am," a voice chirped from somewhere to his left.

He whirled in time to see Maisy and Rebecca coming from around the side of the house. Her smiling mouth dimpled her cheeks in a way that usually made one look youthful, but there was a glint to her eye that sharpened her features just enough. His eyes darted back toward the window, the curtains beginning to still in the absence of the wind. Still empty. He leaned back in, looking to see if it was any of the crew who might have snuck inside for a prank. But none had that kind of voice. Unless it was a recording.

"What's it?" Maisy said as they got closer.

"Thought I heard something," he replied, leaning back. That chill prickled along his shoulders, and he suppressed the building shiver.

"Places like this do have a way of getting into your head," Rebecca said with a knowing smile that creased the lines of her face. "Especially out here in the woods."

"Was it a ghost, you think?" Maisy edged toward him, expression wild with barely restrained excitement.

He hummed in consideration, turning away from them. Eyes narrowed as he took in the landscape that surrounded them. To take in the quaint little house in the quaint little town that lived within the woods. Old land with even older history. The kind of place where the very air crackled with the memory of all who lived and died there.

He strained to hear that voice again. But there was nothing out of the ordinary. Only the rustling of leaves and underbrush, disturbed by the wind and wildlife. He watched a bird call for another, finding the tiny speck of black among the green.

"No," he said, finally, with a shrug of his shoulders and a readjustment of his grip on his camera. Useless film there, now, taking up space that could've been used for better things. Later on, when they were all settled, he would play back the footage. Try to hear it. But he doubted it. A trick of the wind, a trick of the mind. He shook his head. "Places like this're...weird."

Rebecca barked a laugh, clapping her hands. "I know what you mean. This house isn't as old as some, but it carries its weight."

Maisy frowned, disappointment hovering at the edges of her expression. Never enough to bring it to a full pout. And then she bounced back, features brightening again. "Well," she said, "if you want a break Rebecca's offered to show us around town. Who knows, maybe we can catch some B-Roll that just isn't this place while we're out."

There was a final glance tossed toward the window, followed by another easy shrug of the shoulders. "Sure."

She beamed. "Great. Rebecca, we can take the van."

Warren flicked the camera off before following the two women towards the front of the house and its gravel driveway. Conversations turned away from ghosts and toward the town history and all its little eccentricities, the likes of which all small towns seemed to possess. And all the while, the Roy estate watched them leave. And the Roy estate would wait for their return.

[izanamihorrortales]

The Annabelle Doll (Haunted Artifact)

(WARNING NSFW this post is about a demon-possessed doll; the word devil and demon will be used reader discretion advised) - Izzy

Dolls, the one toy that everyone wants to play with. But imagine having a doll that has a mind of its own. Annabelle comes from the name of the alleged girl who possesses it. In the 1970s, Ed and Lorrain Warren (one of the most famous paranormal investigators) were given Annabelle by a college nursing student named Donna; Donna received the doll as a gift from her own mother.

Soon after a couple of days, after having Annabelle in the house, Donna and her roommate started to notice some crazy things happening in the house. Annabelle would be left in Donna's room, but Annabelle would be in the living room when she returned, and no one would be home. One night Donna's roommate came home to find Annabelle next to a note with the word "HELP." She thought it was a small prank from Donna and brushed it off. Until the day they both found Annabelle moved again but with a red substance on her.

Once they noticed something was wrong with Annabell, that's when they called a medium to see what is in Annabelle. The medium came to the house and was already feeling the spirit of a demon. There is something that has inhabited Annabelle. The medium soon discovered that Annabelle was controlled by a spirit of a murdered soul that happened in that very building that Donna lived in. Donna and her roommate were scared but still kept the doll.

Donna had a friend who believed in the afterlife and wanted to help Donna do something with Annabelle. One night after Donna and her roommate left for the hospital, their friend Lou stayed at the house with Annabelle to catch her in the act. Sadly Lou never had the chance to tell them that Annabelle was the Devil's seed. Donna came home and saw Lou's dead body in a pool of blood. Annabelle was sitting next to Lou and covered in his own blood.

That is when Donna contacted a priest to perform an exorcism on Annabelle. With many attempts to get the devilish demon out of Annabelle, the priest could not do any more exorcisms on the doll and then contacted The Warrens. When the Warrens came to the house, they knew this doll needed to leave the house immediately, or else someone would die next. To this day, Annabelle is kept away from the world and closed in a wooden case in the Warrens Occult Museum in Connecticut.

Many people who visit the museum have had horrible things happen to them when disrespecting Annabelle. One visitor banged on the case where Annabelle is held in and soon was in a serious motorcycle accident that cost him his life. A priest took Annabelle out of the case, threw her across the room, and told her that "God is more powerful than the devil himself" that's when he was in an accident with a tractor-trailer.

No one, not even the Warrens, would look at the doll in the eyes because of all the bad things that the doll has done. Once the Warrens both passed away, the daughter Judy still watches over the doll and even tells everyone, please do not look at the doll's eyes. To make matters worse, there are rumors that Annabelle escaped from her wooden case just a few months ago. Maybe she did, or maybe she still, in her case, planning her next kill.

[demongemz]

welcome to london, JUDY WARREN! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like DIANA SILVERS? well, no matter, we hear that you are 22 and working as a/an COLLEGE STUDENT. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from THE CONJURING and have a tendency to be COURAGEOUS as well as SUPERSTITIOUS.

DEMOGRAPHICS

Name: Judy Warren Relatives: Ed Warren(Father); Lorraine Warren(Mother) Occupation: College Student Birthday: January 11 Age: 22 Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Moral Alignment: Lawful Good Memory Status: Intact

BACKGROUND

Trigger Warning: Possession, Demons Judy was born to Ed and Lorraine Warren. They loved her dearly, and Judy adored them back. She was raised in a Christian household and developed a strong sense of faith from an early age, though she was instructed never to go into the occult museum where her parents imprisoned supernatural artifacts. In 1971, Judy got a pair of necklace lockets for her and her mother, with hers having a picture of her parents and Lorraine's having a picture of Judy in it. During the infamous investigation into the Perron home, Lorraine lost the locket while fleeing from the malevolent ghost Bathsheba Sherman. Now knowing of Judy's existence, Bathsheba traveled to the Warren house to attack her, freeing the demonically possessed doll Annabelle. However, Lorraine had a vision of Judy, and she and Ed managed to get home just in time to save Judy from being struck by a flying chair. Ed and Lorraine returned to the Perron house, where they defeated Bathsheba. Not long after, Judy began to notice that she was beginning to show signs of psychic abilities, similar to those of her mother, and began seeing a ghostly priest wandering around her school. Her reserved nature and word of her parents' occupations caused her to be bullied in school, though her friend/babysitter Mary Ellen stood up for her. One day, Ed and Lorraine had to travel out of town just before Judy's birthday, leaving Judy under Mary Ellen and her friend Daniela Rios' care. Judy was given a pair of rollerblades as a gift and went out with Mary Ellen to try them. While they were gone, Daniela snuck into the occult museum and touched several items, as well as letting Annabelle out of her case. Afterward, the girls began to experience strange supernatural happenings in the house, including Judy being attacked by a ghostly bride. They investigate the Warrens' case files, though Judy suggests they leave the disturbing reports alone. That night, all three girls were attacked by ghostly and demonic spirits, and Judy must help her friends survive the night. During the chaos, Judy sees the ghostly priest from her school lead her to safety. Judy and Mary Ellen realize they must find and lock the doll back up to stop the spirits and manage to get past The Ferryman and obtain the doll. Daniela is possessed by the bride, but Judy saves her by playing a video of her father performing an exorcism. Judy tries to get Annabelle back to her case but is attacked by the demon, who begins to steal her soul. Judy fights back with a crucifix and manages to get the doll back in the case, but is unable to close it as the Bride, Ferryman, Samurai, and Annabelle demon close in. Suddenly, a freed Daniela rushes in and helps close the case, sealing away the demon and cutting the power from the other monsters. After Ed and Lorraine return, all is set right. Mary Ellen and Daniela bring people to her birthday party, and Judy feels accepted. Many years later in 1977, Judy has grown into a teenager. She designs bead jewelry with her mother, but then hears a noise and goes to investigate. She is frozen in fear when she and Lorraine see the demon nun Valak standing at the end of the hall. Lorraine pursues it and is attacked, only to realize that the attack was a dream. Judy wakes her mother up, saving her from the nightmare.

[mastermegatron]

I took her from the Warrens’ occult museum. There was a bit of an uproar.

Donates it to Zak Bagans' Haunted Museum to nurture the uproar.

[lovelyheart502]

Contrary to its sinister portrayal in popular films, the real Annabelle is a simple Raggedy Ann doll, made of soft cloth with a painted face, making its supposed dark presence all the more unsettling.

The legend of Annabelle began in the 1970s when a mother bought the doll from a hobby store for her daughter, Donna, a nursing student. Donna and her roommate Angie soon noticed strange occurrences: the doll appeared to move on its own, turning up in different rooms despite being left in specific places. They also found unsettling notes on parchment paper, even though neither of them kept such paper in their home. The incidents escalated to physical attacks, leading them to believe that something far more sinister was at play.

Seeking answers, Donna and Angie contacted renowned paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren. After investigating, the Warrens determined that the doll wasn’t possessed by a young girl’s spirit, as initially believed, but was instead being used by a demon seeking a human host. To prevent further harm, the Warrens performed a blessing on the apartment and took the doll into their care. Annabelle now resides safely locked in a glass case at the Warrens’ Occult Museum in Connecticut, bearing a stark warning: "Positively do not open."

[deblala]

Hidden Horrors: A Close Look at the Warren Occult Museum's Darkest Items - YouTube

[gregarnott]

Lorraine Warren alongside her haunted “Occult Museum”, behind Lorraine, "The Conjuring" possessed “Annabelle doll"

[fmp1catherinek-g]

Cursed/ haunted objects

Annabel doll:

This doll had been bought as a birthday gift from an antique shop by a mother unknowing of it's origins. Soon after it was brought into the house, the family noticed strange things begin to happen surrounding the doll. With the help of well known physic investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren, it was found out the that the doll was possessed, the previous owner being Annabel Higgins a 7-year-old girl who had been murdered. After that discovery, the doll was taken by the Warrens and put in their Occult museum.

Basano vase:

This silver vase made in 15th century Italy was given to a bride on the eve of her wedding as a present. What happened next was tragic as she was shortly found murdered that night with the vase in her hands. Since then, it's been passed down her family line with the similar fates occurring to anyone who had position of it. After many deaths that followed hers, the curse fell dormant as the helpless family begged the police to take the object away.

Women form Lemb statue:

These statues found in 1887 Lemb, Cyprus are curious artifacts carved out of limestone allegedly dating back to 3500BC. Before getting donated to the Royal Scottish Museum in Edinburgh, it's believed that these statues had been owned by at least four different families that had all died within a few years after obtaining the statue with the last remaining of members the family giving the statues to the museum. Even in the museum the statues 'kill streak' didn't end as a curator in the museum had handled them and allegedly died within a year.

[biglisbonnews]

Grave of Ed and Lorraine Warren in Monroe, Connecticut In life, husband-and-wife duo Ed and Lorraine Warren were some of the prolific paranormal investigators in American history. Their real escapades inspired one of the highest grossing fictional horror franchises, The Conjuring Universe. The pair of devout Catholics also ran the Occult Museum for many years. Ed claimed to be a demonologist, while his wife Lorraine was a self-professed medium a clairvoyant. Together, they traveled the country, investigating infamous cases such as the Enfield poltergeist, an alleged instance of possession that formed the basis for The Conjuring 2, and Amityville Horror, a prominent 1975 case in which a couple claimed that a demonic presence haunted their home, and a 1968 case of a haunted Raggedy Ann that inspired the cinematic murder doll, Annabelle.  https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/grave-of-ed-lorraine-warren

[nightblossom05]

So wait wait. The girl that owned Annabelle, as in the Warren's Annabelle, was named Donna? And her roommate was Angie? So I'm just discovering that might be the inspiration for the Beneviento's in RE Village? Love it.