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Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 3 yr. ago Yumifire 14,280,786 14,280,786 That’s the number I was born with. A red scar carved into my left arm that shocked all who saw it. Especially when it changed. Yes I was born with a number counting down every minute. Do you know how long that many minutes are? 27 years, 2 months, 19 days, 13 hours and 46 minutes. No one really understood it. Mother made me cover it. It was the family secret and I was never to show it to anyone. Grandmother I think was the closest to understanding, as soon as she saw it she muttered “death curse” and ordered me to never bother her again. What would you do if you knew exactly when you were going to die? But you never knew how? It’s impossible to have something like this and not have it affect every part of your life. Why try hard in school? I would never have a career. Never be normal. Why have a girlfriend or children if I couldn’t grow old with anyone? As time went on, I guess I found that I was just best alone. Had a few one time dates, but I guess it just didn’t work for me. I pushed everyone away, even mother. Finally the day came. I had decisions to make. Should I drink myself unconscious and hope I sleep through it? But I didn’t want to end up one of those bodies found months after death. That’s what led me to go for a walk, areas that are regularly visited. Who knows, maybe someone could save me? I admit I was scared, despite all the time I had to prepare myself. I didn’t want to die With 10 minutes left I went on my walk. Best to avoid crossing any roads. I plotted my route carefully, but that’s what led me to him. 3 minutes to go was when he blocked my path with demands for money. What money? Wouldn’t you spend it all if you were dying soon? He became agitated and pulled out a gun. At least I know what I’m dying from now. 2 minutes to go, I begged him not to kill me but he didn't listen. He’s trying to scare me but his finger is resting on the trigger. It would just take one knock. 1 minute to go, I thought about how unfair this all was. I want to live so badly. So that’s when I jumped him and fought for the gun. Stupid I know but I had to try. And that’s when the gun fired. The blood soaked my left arm and the man slumped over, taking his last breath. I didn’t mean to kill him. I stared in horror at the corpse in the pool of blood in front of me. It took me far too long to realise how much time had passed. I wiped away the blood to check. The number had changed. 170,012 3 months, 26 days, 2 hours and 12 minutes.

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→ 7 яυℓєѕ тσ вє нαρρу….. 1. ηєνєя нαтє….. 2. ∂ση’т ωσяяу….. 3. ℓινє ѕιмρℓє….. 4. єχρє¢т α ℓιттℓє….. 5. gινє α ℓσт….. 6. αℓωαуѕ ѕмιℓє….. 7. нανє α ρєяѕση ℓιкє мє ωнσ αℓωαуѕ яємємвєя уσυ ….. → тσ ѕєє ℓιgнт,ℓσσк αт ѕυη..тσ ѕєє ℓσνє ℓσσк αт мσση.. тσ ѕєє вєαυту,ℓσσк αт ηαтυяє..тσ ѕєє нσρє,ℓσσк αт ƒυтυяє.. вυт,тσ ѕєє αℓℓ σƒ тнιѕ,ℓσσк αт тнє мιяяσя….!!!!!! → тнє вιggєѕт муѕтєяу σƒ мαтнѕ: 1000ѕ σƒ уєαяѕ ραѕѕє∂ , мιℓℓισηѕ σƒ тнєσяємѕ ∂єяινє∂ , 100ѕ σƒ ƒσямυℓα мα∂є вυт ѕтιℓℓ…….. ‘χ‘ ιѕ υηкησωη!!!!!!! → ωнєη уσυ gινє уσυя нєαят ωнєη тιмє ¢σмєѕ ƒσя уσυ тσ gινє уσυя нєαят тσ ѕσмєσηє, мαкє ѕυяє уσυ ѕєℓє¢т ѕσмєσηє ωнσ ωιℓℓ ηєνєя вяєαк уσυя нєαят, вє¢αυѕє вяσкєη нєαятѕ нαѕ ηєνєя ѕραяє ραятѕ. ωяιтє ση вяι¢кѕ → ∂σ уσυ кησω тнαт мєη αη∂ ωσмєη αяє αηgєℓѕ ¢яєαтє∂ ωιтн σηℓу σηє ωιηg? αη∂ тнєу ηєє∂ тσ ємвяα¢є єα¢н σтнєя тσ вє αвℓє тσ ƒℓу… нσρє уσυ ¢αη ƒιη∂ уσυя αηgєℓ ωнσм уσυ ¢αη ƒℓу ωιтн ƒσяєνєя → тσ ℓινє α ℓιƒє ι ηєє∂ нєαятвєαт, 2 нανє нєαятвєαт ι ηєє∂ α нєαят, 2 нανє нєαят ι ηєє∂ нαρριηєѕѕ, тσ нανє нαρριηєѕѕ ι ηєє∂ α ƒяιєη∂, αη∂ 4 α ƒяιєη∂ ι ηєє∂ υ αℓωαуѕ → ι ѕмιℓє αт ωнσм ι ℓιкє ι ¢яу ƒσя ωнσм ι ¢αяє ι ѕнαяє ωιтн ωнσм ι ℓσνє ι ℓαυgн ωιтн ωнσм ι єηנσу, ι ѕмѕ σηℓу тσ тнσѕє ωнσм ι ηєνєя ωαηт тσ ℓσσѕє. → α вєαυтιƒυℓ тнσυgнт!! тнє ρєяѕση ωнσ ¢αη єχρℓαιη тнє мєαηιηg σƒ ¢σℓσя тσ α вℓιη∂ ¢αη єχρℓαιη αηутнιηg &αмρ; єνєяутнιηg ιη ℓιƒє! → ιƒ уσυ нανє α ѕмιℓє &αмρ; уσυ ∂ση’т υѕє ιт. ιт мєαηѕ уσυ нανє αη α¢¢συηт σƒ мιℓℓιση ∂σℓℓαяѕ ιη вαηк вυт уσυ нανє ησ ¢нє¢к вσσк. → ωєℓℓ ωιѕнєя ιѕ ησт ωнσ мєєтѕ уσυ єνєяу∂αу &αмρ; тαℓк тσ уσυ єνєяу∂αу. ωєℓℓ ωιѕнєя ιѕ σηє ωнσ мαу σя мαу ησт мєєт уσυ вυт αℓωαуѕ тнιηк σƒ уσυ &αмρ; уσυя нαρριηєѕ. → σηє ∂αу υ мαу αѕк мє: ωнαт ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тσ уσυ, мє σя уσυя ℓιƒє? ι ωιℓℓ ѕαу: му ℓιƒє… уσυ ωιℓℓ ωαℓк αωαу ƒяσм мє ωιтнσυт кησωιηg тнαт υ я му ℓιƒє! → ωнєη ѕσмєσηє нυятѕ уσυ αη∂ уσυ ∂ι∂η’т нυят вα¢к ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ѕнσυтѕ αт уσυ αη∂ уσυ ∂ι∂η’т ѕнσυт вα¢к вυт ωнєη ѕσмєσηє ηєє∂ѕ уσυ уσυ αℓωαуѕ ¢σмє вα¢к → α вυѕу ℓιƒє мαкєѕ ρяαуєяѕ нαя∂єя, вυт ρяαуєяѕ мαкє α нαя∂ αη∂ вυѕу ℓιƒє єαѕιєя. ѕσ αℓωαуѕ кєєρ ρяαуιηg αη∂ яємємвєя мє ιη уσυя ρяαуєяѕ. → ℓιƒє ιѕ 4 ℓινιηg, ι ℓινє 4 υ. ѕσηgѕ я 4 ѕιηgιηg, ι ѕιηg 4 υ. ℓσνє ιѕ 4 ¢αяιηg, ι ¢αяє 4 υ. αηgєℓѕ я 4 кєєριηg, ¢αη ι кєєρ υ…? → ѕα¢яιƒι¢є ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη ℓσνє. ¢нαяα¢тєя ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη вєαυту. нυмαηιту ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη ωєαℓтн. вυт ησтнιηg ιѕ gяєαтєя тнαη gσσ∂ яєℓαтισηѕ. → нαρριєѕт ρєσρℓє ∂ση’т нανє “єνєяу тнιηg вєѕт” ιη ℓιƒє. тнєу נυѕт мαкє тнє “вєѕт σƒ єνєяу тнιηg” тнαт ℓιƒє вяιηgѕ тнєιя ωαу!! ѕтαу нαρρу!! → ι нανє ℓιкє∂ мαηу вυт ℓσνє∂ νєяу ƒєω. уєт ησ-σηє нαѕ вєєη αѕ ѕωєєт αѕ υ. ι ωσυℓ∂ ѕтαη∂ αη∂ ωαιт ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂ѕ ℓσηgєѕт qυєυє. נυѕт ƒσя тнє ρℓєαѕυяє σƒ α мσмєηт ωιтн υ. → ρєяƒє¢тιση ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє тσ вє α¢нιєνє∂ ¢σмρℓєтєℓу ву αηуσηє ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂. вт ιƒ уσυ кєєρ ¢нαѕιηg ρєяƒє¢тιση, ѕσмєωнєяє ση тнє ωαу уσυ мαу ¢αт¢н єχ¢єℓℓєη¢є! → ηєνєя тнιηк мσяє αвσυт ραѕт, ιт вяιηgѕ тєαяѕ ∂ση’т тнιηк мσяє αвσυт ƒυтυяє, ιт вяιηgѕ ƒєαяѕ тнιηк мσяє αвσυт мє ωнι¢н αℓωαуѕ вяιηgѕ ¢нєєяѕ. → тнєяє я ѕσмє σƒ тнє яσмαηтι¢ ¢συηтяιєѕ ιη тнє ωσяℓ∂, “н.σ.ℓ.ℓ.α.η.∂” нσρ συя ℓσνє ℓαѕт αη∂ ηєνєя ∂ιєѕ… “ι.т.α.ℓ.у” ι тяυѕт αη∂ ℓσνє уσυ… “ℓ.ι.в.у.α” ℓσνє ιѕ вєαυтιƒυℓ уσυ αℓѕσ… αη∂ тнιѕ ιѕ му ƒανσυяιтє…. “ƒ.я.α.η.¢.є” ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρ яємαιηѕ αη∂ ηєνєя ¢αη єη∂… → ѕσмє ƒяιєη∂ѕ ƒσяgєт ѕσмє мσνє αωαу ѕσмє кєєρ ѕιℓєηт ѕσмє נυѕт ¢нαηgє вυт ι’м ησт 1 σƒ тнєм. ι’м нєяє נυѕт 4 тωσ мσмєηтѕ .. ησω &αмρ; 4єνєя…!!:) → тιρѕ тσ вєαт тнє ѕυммєя 1- ∂яιηк ℓσт σƒ ƒяєѕн ωαтєя 2- ¢σνєя уσυя нєα∂ ωнєη συтѕι∂є 3- єαт νєgєтαвℓєѕ вυт мσѕт ιмρσятαηт 4- мєѕѕαgє мє ∂αιℓу в¢σz ι м ѕσ ¢σσσℓ..:-) → ι ¢συℓ∂ ƒιℓℓ α 1000 ραgєѕ тєℓℓιηg υ нσω ι ƒєєℓ, αη∂ ѕтιℓℓ υ ωσυℓ∂ ησт υη∂єяѕтαη∂.. ѕσ ησω ι ℓєανє ω/σ α ѕσυη∂, єχ¢єρт му нєαят ѕнαттєяιηg αѕ ιт нιтѕ тнє gяσυη∂. → ∂ση’т вє ∂ιѕαρρσιηтє∂ ιƒ тнє ωσяℓ∂ яєƒυѕєѕ тσ нєℓρ уσυ. яємємвєя ∂є ωσя∂ѕ σƒ єιηѕтєιη: “ι м тнαηкƒυℓ тσ αℓℓ тнσѕє ωнσ ѕαι∂ ησ тσ мє. ιтѕ в¢σz σƒ тнм, ι ∂ι∂ ιт муѕєℓƒ.” → ωнєη уσυ’яє αηgяу αт ѕσмєσηє αη∂ gєт ιяяιтαтє∂ тιмє тσ тιмє вυт уσυ ѕтιℓℓ ¢αη’т ℓινє ωιтнσυт нιм/нєя тнєη ιт’ѕ тяυє яєℓαтιση”..! → ιƒ тιмє ∂σєѕη’т ωαιт ƒσя уσυ, ∂ση’т ωσяяу! נυѕт яємσνє тнє вαттєяу ƒяσм тнє ¢ℓσ¢к αη∂ єηנσу ℓιƒє…! gяєαт ρєσρℓє gяєαт тнσυgнтѕ → αм ι ¢υтє? тєѕт ¢αℓℓ, ιƒ ι м ¢υтє мιѕѕ ¢αℓℓ, ιƒ ι м gσяgєσυѕ тєχт вα¢к ιƒ ι м ρяєтту тєχт α נσкє ιƒ ι м ¢нαямιηg נυѕт ιgησяє ιƒ υ я נєαℓσυѕ → тнιѕ ¢υяισυѕ gяєєη ωσяℓ∂ gινє мє ѕρℓιт ѕє¢ση∂ ƒσя ℓσνє тнє ωαу ι ℓινє тнє ωαу ι яєѕρє¢т ησ σηє ¢αη тнιηк ησ σηє ¢αη gινє му ƒєєℓιηgѕ αяє ηєω нαя∂ ¢σяє∂ ƒσя мє ωσяℓ∂ ιѕ ησ мσяє → ℓιƒє ιѕ α נσυяηєу тнαт ιѕ ησт мєαηт тσ вє мα∂є ѕαƒєℓу. ι ωαηт тσ ℓινє му ℓιƒє ιη α ωαу тнαт ωнєη ι gєт яєαℓℓу σℓ∂, ι ℓσσк вα¢к αт му ℓιƒє αη∂ ѕαу: ααн ι ℓινє∂ ιт, ησт ѕυяνινє∂ ιт.

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago Hugh_Jidiot The Sculptor “Thank you so much for this opportunity, Ms,” Shelley said. “Don’t mention it, dear,” the older woman replied, smiling. “And please, call me Mei!” The two walked through the halls of Mei’s countryside estate. The walls were lined with beautiful landscape paintings and shelves that held priceless antique vases; a fitting decor for a world-renowned sculptor. Mei herself was a tall and pale-skinned woman who carried herself with an air of grace and dignity. Shelley wasn’t sure why Mei needed to wear a long coat, headscarf and sunglasses in the privacy of her own home, but didn’t question it. All artists had their quirks, after all. “The moment I saw your portfolio, I knew you’d be the perfect subject for my next work.” Mei looked Shelley up and down. “And now that I see you in person, I’m more sure than ever. Yes, you will be my finest creation yet.” Shelley beamed with pride. “I can’t wait to see how it turns out!” “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” The two came to a stop in front of a large oak door. “Well, here’s where the magic happens. Shall we?” Mei’s studio was much like others Shelley had seen: a spacious room with high-powered lights set up to face a pure white backdrop. Shelley assumed Mei would be taking dozens of photos to use as a reference for her sculpture. “You’ll find your outfit behind that screen over there,” Mei said, motioning towards an opaque folding screen set up in the far corner of the room. “Go get changed while I get the lights set up.” A few minutes later Shelley stepped out from behind the screen, clad in a beautiful silk gown that hugged her body. Mei, who had been positioning the lights, turned at the sound of approaching footsteps. “You look stunning, my dear!” Mei said with a wide grin, clasping her hands. “We’re ready to begin.” Shelley took her place in front of the backdrop, the lights fixing her with their illuminating gaze. The next several minutes were spent getting Shelley into position. She followed Mei’s precise instructions, allowing the artist to guide her poses as needed. Mei worked diligently; the hair had to be just right, the arms had to be bent at the perfect angle, every fold and crevice in the dress had to be to her exact specifications. Finally Mei stepped back. “Yes… yes, it’s finally perfect,” Mei said. Her grin was almost manic as she looked down at Shelley. “Are you ready, my dear?” “I am,” Shelley replied, taking care not to move her head a single millimeter. “So, where’s your camera anyways?” Mei reached up, tearing off her headscarf and sunglasses. The last thing Shelley saw was Mei’s hair coils writhing and twisting, and a pair of yellow reptilian eyes staring into hers.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago ChessMango_v1 As he walked into the strange house, he thought the three statues looked a bit TOO realistic. So did the next person who saw the four statues.

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 15 hr. ago sortakindaspiralling He hurt me, I sob He hurt̸ me, I tell them sobbing. He sliced me here. I gesture to my bleeding thigh, hands shaking uncontrollably. And then! My voice shrills, I can’t breαthe. He murdered my daughter! My baby girl! I collapse onto the floor, legs unable to support weıght any longer. I curl into a ball, as tiny as possible. A shaking mess of grief and horror. He k-lled her! “But Mam,” The polıce frowned. “Your little boy is only 3.”

r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago GuyAwks Join Name of the Shame I was named after my parent’s best friend. I never used to have an issue with this. I do now. The name Xavior might’ve been an uncommon choice for a boy. But it held special meaning to my parents, who insisted on naming their first son after a dear family friend who had always come through for them. After all, it was Xavior who’d first introduced them in college. It was he who spoke at their wedding. And it was he that helped them move into their home, gave them rides when their car broke down and babysat in emergencies. My parents said naming me after him was honor. Growing up, I only ever felt to be proud to be named after such a great guy. Uncle Xavior was a good-natured community figure and beloved family man. He imbued the name with a sense of warmth and generosity, and because of it, I happily told people my na͠me. That’s why it’s such a shame that he did what he went on to do. One ordinary July morning, Xavior got out of bed, picked up a kn1fe and proceeded to butcher his entıre family. He then got into his car, drιve into town and continued his kılling spree. A total of 32 people were kılled in his murderous rampage before he was finally shot dead by the polıce. The tragedy instantly made national news as one of the most violent spree killings in our state’s history. The man who’d been a second father to me was now one of the most infamous kïlłers in the US. Ever since that day, being named after Xavior Finch had a very different meaning. Instead of a blessing, it was now my cûrsêd. Jeers of “Exterminator Xavior” or “Xavior the Chıld Slayer” or “X marks the Mürderer” were now constantly lobbed my way at school by other teens, just because of na͠me. Even when I tried to adopt nicknames or use initials, it didn’t make any différent to the hostility I received. Whenever I gave my name to people, they’d clarify “Like the rampage kıller?” or just reflexively cringe at the reminder. I hated it. There was no denying that, at least where I lived, the name was completely tainted. So, after all these years of derisive comments and comparisons, I’m glad to finally be legally changing my name. I haven’t settled on what it’ll be yet. Anything that doesn’t conjure up images of the notorious convict. I refuse to lıve in the shadows of Xavior Finch’s crımes any longer. No, I want the killings I’m going to commıt to speak for themselves. I’m gonna make a name for myself as a criminal—not be overshadowed by my namesake. Sharing a name with an infamous serial killer is unacceptable, when you’re to be future infamous mass kıller.

r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago Original-Loquat3788 Stone ‘Thankyou for meeting today, gentlemen.’ The Chief Neurologist said. The Director of the London Underground sighed, tipping a fifth sugar into his hospital canteen coffee. The Scotland Yard Detective could not help thinking he looked like the Fat Controller from Thomas the Tank Engine. ‘Six men have recently taken ill on various London Underground lines. All have presented with Locked-In Syndrome.’ ‘I know what you’re suggesting,’ The Controller replied. ‘There is some sort of infectious or chemical agent present in our carriages.’ ‘It can’t be ruled out.’ ‘Do you know what would happen if the public got wind of this. The Tokyo subway system barely recovered from the sarin attack in 1995.’ ‘We shouldn’t mention terror,’ the Detective agreed. He also recalled with fear the 7/7 bombings that plunged the city into chaos. The Neurologist bit his tongue. They both apparently had short memories. He still had patients with Long Covid. ‘Anyway, I have consulted another doctor, and he informs me the most likely cause of Locked-In Syndrome is a stroke in the Ventral Pons.’ ‘True. But six people in one month, all on the Tube. A pattern.’ The Controller took out a coin. ‘I bet it is not long until I can flip heads six times. It is just random chance.’ ‘I see we are not getting anywhere.’ ‘And I have places to be,’ the Controller said, shaking hands. ‘Do you mind if I take a look at the patients?’ The Detective continued. The Neurologist led him to Intensive Care. ‘God,’ the Detective said, ‘he looks like he’s made of stone.’ ‘Not entirely. We suspect he still retains some degree of cognition.’ ‘The prognosis?’ The Neurologist shook his head, leaving the Detective to study the man. He was young, seemingly healthy, although not of English descent. That word stuck in his head: terror. The man’s phone was on the nightstand. The Detective glanced over his shoulder, picked it up, and brought it to the patient’s immobile face. The screen unlocked, opening on the last image. And the Detective became the seventh victim. … On the packed 17.23 Underground service on the Elizabeth Line, commuters cram the tube car. The Businessman glances at her. She’s young, his daughter’s age, but he still has it, doesn’t he? No. He threads his way through the crowd until he is standing beside her. The girl has dyed blue hair, nose piercings and sleeve tattoos. A bit classless, he thinks, even if they do depict Greek Goddesses. She is wearing a skirt to her knees, and he bends down as if to tie the laces of his brown Brooks’ Brothers brogues. Discretely, he snaps an upskirt. He disappears back into the crowd and looks at his photo . Instantly, he shuts down. Freezes. Collapses. Victim number eight. The girl with the blue hair departs the train as screams go up. She readjusts her skirt. She would not like an innocent person to accidentally see the tattoo of Medusa on her inner thigh.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago PatrickRsGhost People always made fun of my obsession with collecting statues. Until, that is, they recognized their long-lost friends or relations among my collection.

ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔘𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔦𝔡

𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯

𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢. 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔨 𝔲𝔭 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢. 𝔚𝔢’𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡. 𝔖𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔦𝔱. 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢, 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔰𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪 𝔞 𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔢. 𝔗𝔲𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢. 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔅𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔢𝔴𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔱. 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔡. ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥.

r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago Thrawn911 I See How Much Time People Have Left I was around five when I first discovered this ‘superpower’. I looked up at my mom and saw something floating near her head. “39 YEARS” I had no idea what it meant, I was a child. Then my father came home. “3 YEARS” Next year, it was only “2 YEARS”. Then only one. Then it was “11 MONTHS.” I started to become scared. It was a countdown. I was afraid he would die when it reached zero. And he did. One morning, he went to work. The countdown said “4 MINUTES”. Half an hour later, we got a call from the police. He died in a car accident. I saw these numbers floating above every person’s head I met. It’s horrible. I saw how long my friends would live. After a few years, I just decided not to look there. I didn’t want to know when I would lose them. When I met my now-wife, I never looked at the number. Not even once, and we’ve been together for 12 years. I was on a business trip in another state with my coworkers when I facetimed my wife. I accidentally saw the number above her head. “5 DAYS” “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing,” I answered. I slowly started panicking. “You know, I think I’ll come home a few days earlier…” I bought a plane ticket immediately after the call ended, and left my coworkers there. Five hours later, I was already on the plane, flying home. I can save her, I can save her, I repeated in my head. I won’t let her leave the house that day, she’ll be safe. I was so stressed, so I wanted to get some food to calm down, but as I looked at the person sitting ahead of me, he had “1 MINUTE” floating above his head. He’ll probably get a heart attack soon. I looked at the person sitting beside me. “1 MINUTE” Everyone on the plane had “1 MINUTE” floating above their heads. Then the plane started to shake. “Dear passengers, it’s the pilot,” he said through the speakers. “The weather is quite bad here, there’s a bit of turbulence..”

Mary Bell, 11-Year-Old Serial Kıller, Scotswood, England, 1968 - M*rdered Martin Brown (age 4) on May 25, 1968 and Brian Howe (age 3) on July 31, 1968. Her best friend Norma Bell, 13, (not related) took part in the 2nd m*rder. Mary attempted many mvrders besides those. Quotes: “I like to hur͘t people.” - “Brian Howe had no mother, so he won’t be missed.” - “Mvrder isn’t that bad, we all dıe sometime anyway...”

♕Private Thoughts♕ it’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 - 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍

"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒆" -Song Jia

𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ♡ ✦ life isn’t meant to be hard ✦ i wasn’t put on this earth to suffer ✦ i don’t need to push myself to the point of despair for the sake of productivity ✦ i am the kind of person who good things happen to ✦ i’m not cursed, good things can and will happen to me ✦ i am extremely lucky ✦ i am constantly receiving good news and being blessed with miracles ✦ i deserve to rest ✦ i deserve to take up space ✦ it’s okay to struggle and ask for help, other people also struggle, and they care about me and are happy to help ✦ i don’t need to apologize so much. i didn’t do anything wrong and i have nothing to feel guilty for ✦ it is possible for me to be healthy and live a happy life ✦ “i can’t accept this, i don’t deserve it” if you don’t take it, someone else will, whether they deserve it or not. if someone’s offering you an opportunity, or present, it’s because they thought you deserved it, and want you to have it, so stop being silly and take it ✦ i’m not stuck with any identities. i can always change and become and better me. maybe i’m not athletic, but i can be. maybe i’m not organized, but i can be. i’m not stuck and i can change this post is a reminder to myself and others that we’re allowed to take up space in this world and that we deserve to be happy just because. we don’t need to earn the good things in life by suffering and working to the point of exhaustion. we don’t need to thank people a million times for something they chose to do for us, we don’t need to constantly apologize for being sad or needing help. aren’t we all human? aren’t we all struggling, trying to figure life out? why is it that when it’s me who needs a little help, suddenly it’s burdening? i think i have a hard time manifesting certain things, because i still see myself in a negative light, in many ways, and because, for a very long time, i believed i had to be humble, work hard, that suffering was something honorable. i think this is something that comes with existing as a woman in this world, being so apologetic about everything, and it’s something i really want to let go off. me existing in this world as someone who does no harm to others is reason enough for me to deserve to take up space and live a happy life.

→ ωнєη уσυ ѕнαяє уσυяѕєℓƒ ωιтн σтнєяѕ, ℓιƒє вєgιηѕ тσ ƒιη∂ ιтѕ мєαηιηg. вυт тнє тιмє уσυ тσυ¢н тнє нєαятѕ σƒ σтнєяѕ, ιт ιѕ тнє мσмєηт уσυ тяυєℓу ѕтαят ℓινιηg.

‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 yr. ago spenceyfresh As death came for him, his life flashed before his eyes. He remembered everything his birth, his trip home and the blank look in his mothers eyes as she forcefully held him under the bathtub's water.

SUNDAY, APRIL 11, 2010 10 steps for Elder Goth Living~~~ 1. TAKE THE GUILT OUT OF PLEASURE. SOMETIMES THE THING YOU WANT MOST IS JUST WHAT YOU NEED. 2. YOU CAN’T FORCE FLEXIBILITY. IT’S ALL ABOUT RELEASING AND OPENING GRADUALLY. 3. INVEST IN EXPERIENCES, NOT JUST OBJECTS 4. DON’T OVER THINK; SOME HAPPY MOMENTS ARE BEST LEFT UNANALYZED. 5. REAL INTIMACY IS EXPRESSED NOT WITH MORE WORDS BUT WITH MEANINGFUL ONES. 6. TRY A LITTLE LESS HOUSEWORK AND A LITTLE MORE SLEEP. 7. TO FIND YOUR STRENGTH, PUSH PAST YOUR COMFORT ZONE. 8. RATHER THAN JUST BEAUTIFYING YOUR SKIN, NOURISH IT. 9. FINDING ANSWERS TO YOUR HEALTH ISSUES WON’T COME FROM FEEDING YOUR FEARS. 10. SOMETIMES GETTING LOST IS THE ONLY WAY TO FIGURE OUT WHERE YOU REALLY ARE POSTED BY VAMPIRE ROSE AT 10:45 AM

3 тяυтнѕ тнαт ωιℓℓ ѕєт уσυ fяєє Author's 𓂀𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍𖣲̸☘♕ :zap: 09/15/21 1. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽. 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮. 2. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮? 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼? 3. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

Things to Remember thespacegoat: • Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it. • Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad. • CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL • Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel. • Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there. • Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover. • Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it • Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick. • If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it. • If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kıll the bacteria. • Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel. • Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas. • Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https:// • Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking. • Pick a flavour of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test. • Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft. • Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster. • Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out. • Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier. • Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either. • Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat. • The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes. • Use hydrogen peroxide to remove bľood stains from clothing. • When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks. • When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy. • When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it. • When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.

Jᴇʟʟʏ_Bᴇᴀɴ36 I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ. Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡɪᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ I'ᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.

→ ωнєη уσυ αяє тσ ƒαѕт тσ gєт ѕσмєωнєяє, уσυ мιѕѕ тнє ƒυη σƒ gєттιηg тнєяє. ℓιƒє ιѕ ησт α яα¢є, ѕσ тαкє ιт ѕℓσωєя αη∂ єηנσу тнє мυѕι¢ вєƒσяє тнє ѕσηg’ѕ σνєя ! → σηє ∂αу му вяαιη αѕкє∂ мє “у я υ ѕєη∂ιηg мѕgѕ тσ тнαт ρєяѕση ωнσ ιѕ ησт мєѕѕαgιηg υ? вυт му ℓιттℓє “нєαят” ѕαι∂ тσ вяαιη “υ” ηєє∂ мѕgѕ вυт ι ηєє∂ “ƒяιєη∂ѕнιρ” → ωнєη ι ωαѕ α кι∂. ι ωαηтє∂ тσ gяσω υρ ѕσση. ησω тнαт ι gяσωη υρ, ι яєαℓιzє тнαт ωσυη∂є∂ ємσтισηѕ αη∂ вяσкєη нєαятѕ.

https://www.ewtn.com/catholicism/library/exception-to-save-the-life-of-the-mother-12052

can yall stfu omg i'm trying to find emojis here and yall are ruining my mood 😭 anyways stan han jisung for a better life bc yall need it def

→ ιƒ 10 ρєσρℓє ¢αяє 4 υ, σηє σƒ тнєм ιѕ мє, ιƒ 1 ρєяѕση ¢αяєѕ 4 υ тнαт ωσυℓ∂ вє мє αgαιη, ιƒ ησ 1 ¢αяєѕ 4 υ тнαт мєαηѕ ι м ησт ιη тнιѕ ωσяℓ∂. → ιƒ ι нα∂ σηє ℓαѕт ωιѕн вєƒσяє ι ∂ιє … му ℓαѕт ωιѕн ωσυℓ∂ вє тнαт , уσυ ωιℓℓ ηєνєя ¢яу → тяυє ¢αяє ωιℓℓ ηєνєя gσ υηяє¢σgηιzє∂, тнσυgн σηє σƒтєη мαкєѕ мιѕтαкєѕ ιη ναℓυιηg ιт, вυт σηє ωιℓℓ ∂єƒιηιтℓу υη∂єяѕтαη∂ ση¢є ωнєη тнєу ѕтαят мιѕѕιηg ιт. → мαη тσ gσ∂: “ρℓєαѕє gινє мє єνєяутнιηg ѕσ тнαт ι ¢αη єηנσу ℓιƒє…” gσ∂ ѕмιℓє∂ αη∂ яєρℓιє∂: “ι нανє gινєη уσυ ℓιƒє тσ єηנσу єνєяутнιηg…” → ι ωιѕн αη αηgєℓ σƒ мєя¢у αℓωαуѕ ѕιтѕ ηєχт тσ уσυ &αмρ; ¢σνєяѕ уσυ ωιтн gєηтℓє ωιηgѕ ѕσ тнαт, уσυ ωαℓк ωяαρρє∂ ιη αℓℓαн’ѕ gяα¢є, ρяσтє¢тє∂ &αмρ; ρєα¢єƒυℓ ƒσяєνєя → ℓιƒє ιѕ ℓιкє α мιяяσя. ιƒ уσυ ƒяσωη αт ιт, ιт ƒяσωηѕ вα¢к. ιƒ уσυ ѕмιℓє αт ιт, ιт яєтυяηѕ тнє gяєєтιηg.

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→ уєѕтєя∂αу ιѕ нιѕтσяу. тσмσяяσω ιѕ муѕтєяу. тσ∂αу ιѕ α gιƒт. тнαт ιѕ ωну ιт ιѕ ¢αℓℓє∂ “тнє ρяєѕєηт”. ℓινє ιη “тнє ρяєѕєηт” αη∂ мαкє уσυя ℓιƒє вєαυтιƒυℓ тσ∂αу → ƒσυя ƒα¢тѕ тσ ℓινє вєттєя ℓιƒє ; 1ѕт: ηєνєя ѕαу ѕσяяу тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ℓιкєѕ уσυ. 2η∂: ηєνєя ѕαу вує тσ тнє σηє , ωнσ ηєє∂ѕ уσυ. 3я∂: ηєνєя вℓαмє тнє σηє , ωнσ яєαℓℓу тяυѕтѕ уσυ. 4тн: ηєνєя ƒσяgєт тнє σηє , ωнσ αℓωαуѕ яємємвєяѕ уσυ → ѕмιℓє ƒσя тнє σηєѕ уσυ ℓσνє… α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ιѕ αℓℓ ιт тαкєѕ тσ мαкє σηє нαρρу… ℓσνє ¢αη ¢σмє ιη мαηу ∂郃єяєηт ωαуѕ, ѕнαρєѕ η ѕιzєѕ … вυт α ѕιмρℓє ѕмιℓє ωιℓℓ ¢σηqυєя єνєяутнιηg … αη∂ ℓєανє тнє вєѕт σƒ υѕ ѕρєє¢нℓєѕѕ … → α ѕιηgℓє нαяѕн ωσя∂ ѕρσкєη αт тнє тιмє σƒ αηgєя ιѕ ѕσ ρσιѕσησυѕ тнαт ιт мαкєѕ υѕ тσ ƒσяgєт тнє 100 ℓσναвℓє ¢σηνєяѕαтισηѕ ωιтнιη ѕє¢ση∂ѕ. → ιη συя ℓιƒє нαρριηєѕѕ ιѕ мσяє ιмρσятαηт тнαη ѕмιℓє ¢αυѕє ѕмιℓє ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм ℓιρѕ вυт нαρριηєѕѕ ¢σмєѕ ƒяσм тнє нєαят ѕσ вє нαρρу ƒσяєνєя → gσσ∂ вєнανισя ¢αη ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ вυт gσσ∂ ℓσσкѕ ¢αη ηєνєя ¢σνєя тнє ℓα¢к σƒ gσσ∂ вєнανισя ѕσ кєєρ уσυя вєнανισя αт тнє вєѕт ℓєνєℓ

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south asian ppl be complaining about how other ppl use their language as an aesthetic symbol while they use japanese and korean in their bios / aesthetics 💀💀💀💀 if you're gonna complain then at least stop using some other language because as a korean and japanese speaker thats fucking annoying lolz