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CREEPYPASTA ar كريبي باستا fa کریپی‌پاستا he קריפיפסטה ja クリーピーパスタ ko 크리피파스타 mk Крипипаста ru Крипипаста sr Крипипаста uk Крипі-паста zh_yue 恐怖意式麪 creepypastas horror-related legends or images that have been copy-and-pasted around the Internet Arabic كريبيباستا نوع من أنواع قصص الرعب Bulgarian крипипаста Czech creepypasta výraz pro hororové pověsti nebo obrázky šířící se pomocí internetu German Creepypasta Internetphänomen Persian کریپی پاستا No description defined French creepypasta légende urbaine diffusée sur internet Hebrew קריפיפסטה אגדת אימה Indonesian creepypasta cerita berbau legenda-horor atau gambar yang banyak disalin tempel di internet Italian Creepypasta racconto horror Japanese クリーピーパスタ インターネット上でコピー・アンド・ペーストを通じて流布している、恐怖を催させる説話や画像 Korean 크리피파스타 No description defined Macedonian крипипаста Norwegian Bokmål creepypasta gufne historier som er spredd over internett Dutch creepypasta horrorlegende die veelvuldig op internet gekopieerd en geplakt wordt Polish creepypasta krótkie legendy lub ilustracje z dreszczykiem rozpowszechniane w Internecie creepypastas Portuguese creepypasta lendas urbanas divulgadas através da internet Brazilian Portuguese creepypasta lendas urbanas divulgadas através da internet creepypastas Romanian Pasta infricosatoare No description defined Russian крипипаста жанр интернет-фольклора Serbian Крипипаста Страшни видео снимци са интернета Turkish Creepypasta İnternet'te yayılan, korku içerikli efsaneler veya resimler Ukrainian Кріпі-паста No description defined Vietnamese Creepypasta Những câu chuyện ngắn kinh dị Cantonese Creepypasta No description defined Chinese (Taiwan) 蠕動義大利麵 No description defined Traditional Chinese 蠕動意麵 No description defined 恐怖意麵Creepypasta Chinese 蠕動意麵 No description defined 恐怖蠕動傳説 Spanish Creepypasta breves historias de terror

支離破碎的意外 當晚的事故在他的腦海反覆播放： 紅燈亮了，但他的著急使車子加快了速度。一個橙色的模糊物體從他的右邊飛 來，在一瞬間，劇烈的顛簸襲來，那個騎自行車的人從他的引擎蓋上滾過，掉 在人行道上，消失在黑暗中。 喇叭聲激烈地響起，他驚慌失措，踩下油門，從混亂中尖叫著沖向黑暗，顫抖 地盯著後視鏡，直至返家。 「你為什麽要跑，你這個白癡？」 他從未犯過罪，但現在他正通過想象牢獄之災，以及失去事業、家庭、未來的 可怕以懲罰自己。 「為什麽不現在就去找警察？你請得起律師。」 某人敲打蓋伊-哈爾弗森的前門，他腳下的世界崩塌了。 警察找到了他。他除了應門外，什麽也做不了，逃跑只會讓事情變得更糟。他 的身體在顫抖，他起身走到門前，打開門。一位警察站在門廊的燈光下。 「哈爾弗森先生？」這位面無表情的警官問道。他發出了一聲失敗的嘆息。 「是的，讓我 — 」 「非常抱歉，但我恐怕有一些壞消息。 你兒子的自行車今天晚上被一個肇事逃逸的司機撞了……他當場死亡，我為你 感到遺憾。」 原文作者：minnboy

一生中最幸福的一天 我看著即將成為岳父的人握著他女兒的手穿越走道，當名為「婚禮進行曲」的 背景音樂響起，他的臉上有淚珠滑落的痕跡。 我想這是因為這提醒了他，幾分鐘後，他將看著我牽著他女兒的手，為她戴上戒指。 他走上祭壇，我握著她的手，笑得合不攏嘴，這是我一生中最幸福的一天。 新娘的父親跪在地上，開始哀求：「求你了，我已經按你的要求做了，拜託把 我的女兒還給我。」 我瞪了他一眼：「閉嘴，別再破壞這一刻了。如果你坐下來享受儀式，也許我 會告訴你她身體的其他部分藏在哪裡。」 原文作者：recludus

上帝的鬥士 「如果上帝存在，為什麽世界上會有這麽多的邪惡？」 這是一個常見的問 題，但它是錯位的。所有的事物都必須有平衡。光明和黑暗。善與惡。聲音和 寂靜。沒有一個，另一個就不能存在。「那麽，如果這是真的，那麽上帝就不 做任何事情來打擊邪惡？」 這可能是你腦海中的問題。 「上帝當然會無情地與邪惡鬥爭。我是達塔利安，他最神聖和正義的天使之 一。我在地球上遊蕩，在我發現的地方處置邪惡。我殺死那些你永遠不想知道 的怪物。我將之完全粉碎，這樣你就可以在晚上睡覺。你們人類不知道你們中 有多少人因為我的工作而活著。」 但是史達林呢？希特勒？泰德-邦迪？開膛手傑克？”嗯，那些是我不得不讓他 們活著的小人物。為了平衡。我摧毀的那些人是….，可怕、卑鄙到不該活著 的程度。有趣的是，雖然我敢打賭你從未在任何宗教的文本中聽說過達塔利安 這個名字，但我打賭你聽說過我。例如，美國人稱呼我為：嬰兒猝死綜合症。 原文作者：KMApok

這不是你該撕開的『壁紙』 星期一，我想出了一個完美計劃，甚至沒有人知道我和他是朋友。星期二，他 從他父親那兒偷了槍。星期三，我們決定在第二天的動員大會採取行動。星期 四，當整個學校的師生都在體育館時，我們就在門外等著。 我將用槍指著從體育館先走出來的人。然後，他將拿著槍，進入體育館爆破。 我走到輔導員奎恩先生面前，朝他的臉開了三槍，最終，他往後跌入體育館 內，奄奄一息。 槍聲震耳欲聾，禮堂傳來尖叫聲；不過，還沒有人發現我們。 我把槍遞給他，低聲說：”到你了。” 他跑進體育館，開始射擊，而我緊隨其後。 他尚未擊中任何人。孩子們都爭先恐後地躲起來。這是一場混亂。 我跑到他身後，把他撲倒，我們扭打在一起。 我從他手中奪下槍，把槍對準他，然後奪走他的命。 我成功封口了。 星期五，我被譽為英雄，這的確是一個完美的計劃。 原文作者：Huntfrog

開學日 每個人都喜歡上學的第一天，對吧？新的一年，新的課程，新的朋友。在現實 中的沈悶破壞所有樂趣之前，開學日是充滿潛力與希望的一天。 我喜歡開學日有幾種原因，例如，我有一種力量，當我看著別人時，我可 以……感覺到他們周圍有種光，是個彩色的輪廓，能顯示這個人「還能活多久」。 我遇到的大多數和我年齡相仿的人都被一種純綠色的色調包圍，這意味著他們 還有許多餘命。 有一些人的光環是黃色或橙色，這往往意味著車禍或其他悲劇。 真正有趣的是當他們的光環進入光譜的紅色端時。有時，我會看到某些人神似 行走的紅燈，這些都是被謀殺或自殺的人。 看著他們，知道他們時日不多，可真讓人著急。 考慮到這點，我總是很早到教室，這樣我就能偵察同學的命運。 第一個走進來的孩子渾身散發著紅色光芒。我在心裡嘻笑地說：太糟糕了，兄 弟。但隨著人們不斷走進教室，他們都有著同樣強烈的光芒。最終，我在窗戶 上瞥見了我的玫瑰色倒影；但我驚呆了，不敢動一根汗毛。 我們的教授走了進來，鎖上了門，他的光環是令人作嘔的綠色。 原文作者：Zenryhao

學會數數的女兒 昨晚11點50分左右，我的女兒叫醒了我。我和妻子把她從她朋友薩利的生日會 上接回家，並把她放在床上。 我妻子走進臥室看書，而我在看勇士隊比賽時睡著了。 “爸爸，”她悄聲說，扯著我的襯衫袖子。”猜猜我下個月會有多大？””我不知 道，美女，”我邊說邊戴上眼鏡。”多大了？”她笑著舉起四根手指。” 現在是7點半。我的妻子和我已和她一起待了近8個小時，她仍拒絕告訴我們她 從哪得到這些。 原文作者： RealScience87

掌握壽命的男人 他在十歲生日時得到了這塊表。這是一隻普通的灰色塑料腕表，除了它正在倒 計時的事實之外，其他方面都很普通。 “這是你留在世界上的所有時間，兒子。明智地利用它。” 而他確實做到了。隨 著手表的滴答聲，這個男孩，成為了一個男人，盡情地享受生活。他爬山、遊 海。他談笑風生，享受生活與愛。這個人從不害怕，因為他清楚地知道自己還 剩下多少時間。最終，手表開始了最後的倒計時。 老人站在那裡看著他所做的一切，他所建立的人生。 5. 他與商業夥伴握手，這個人一直是他的朋友和知己。 4. 他的狗過來舔他的手，男人輕輕地拍了拍它的頭。 3. 他擁抱了他的兒子，確認自己是個好父親。 2. 他最後一次親吻了妻子的額頭。 1. 老人笑了笑，閉上了眼睛。 然後，什麽也沒發生。手表發出一聲提示音，而後關閉。那人仍活生生地站在 那裡。你也許會認為，在那一刻，他應該是欣喜若狂。 相反地，在他的生命中，這個人第一次感到害怕。 原文作者：gridster2

水果酸奶冰棒 May 20, 2015 Fruity yogurt popsicles This is a creamy, fruity, cool, cool, cool and yummy, fruity yogurt popsicle. In my pervious post I made fruity smoothie with yogurt, strawberry, banana and mulberry, this time I am making them into popsicles. With the same ingredient only pour the smoothies into popsicles mold, freeze them and you will have these yummy popsicles for dessert. 选择一种比较健康的冰点给小朋友当甜点吧！上回，做了水果思慕雪，这次就把思慕雪摇身一变，成了冰棒！水果酸奶冰棒，香，滑又冰冷的甜点噢~ Fruity yogurt popsicles Recipe share by my little favourite DIY makes 12 popsicles (65ml each) Ingredients: 1/4 cup frozen strawberries and home grown mulberries (or any other fruits of your choice) 1 frozen banana 3-4Tbsp brown sugar 3/4 cup milk 1/2 cup Greek plain yogurt To Do: In a blender, add in frozen strawberries, mulberries, banana, brown sugar, yogurt, milk and blend into smooth puree. Pour into popsicle mold and freeze till it is ready. About 3-4 hours. 水果酸奶冰棒 食谱分享： my little favourite DIY 做： 12 支 （65ml 的冰棒） 材料： ¼杯 草莓和桑子（或任何其他的水果） 1 条 冰冻香蕉 3-4 汤匙 黄糖 ¾ 杯 牛奶 ½ 杯 酸奶/优格 做法： 1. 把所有的材料放入电子混合器。 把所有的材料打拦，混合均匀。 2. 倒入冰棒磨具内。送入冰箱，冰东就可以了。至少冰4个小时或隔夜。

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horror story (plural horror stories) (fiction) A fictional narrative of distressing events. The film is based on a horror story by Edgar Allan Poe. (informal) A disturbing rumour. ▼ We've heard horror stories about people being attacked in the elevator. An unpleasant experience. ▼ It was more of a horror story than a vacation. Translations Chinese Mandarin: 恐怖故事 (kǒngbù gùshì) Dutch: horrorverhaal (nl) n Finnish: kauhutarina (fi) French: histoire d’horreur f, histoire d’épouvante f Hungarian: horrortörténet Spanish: historia de terror, historia de miedo f Swedish: skräckhistoria (sv) Uyghur: قورقۇنچلۇق ھېكايە‎ (qorqunchluq hëkaye) ghost story (plural ghost stories) A story about ghosts or the supernatural, often meant to be frightening. quotations ▲ 2012, Andrew Martin, Underground Overground: A passenger's history of the Tube, Profile Books, →ISBN, page 261: There are the books full of Underground ghost stories. An invisible runner pounds along the platforms at Elephant & Castle; children scream in the basement of what used to be the surface building of Hyde Park Corner, [...] Translations ▲±story about ghosts Catalan: història de fantasmes f Chinese: Mandarin: 鬼故事 (guǐgùshì) Finnish: kummitusjuttu French: histoire de fantômes f German: Gespenstergeschichte (de) f Hungarian: kísértethistória (hu) Irish: scéal taibhsí m Italian: racconto dell'orrore m Korean: 괴담 (goedam) Norwegian: spøkelsesfortelling Portuguese: história de fantasmas f Spanish: historia de fantasmas f, cuento de fantasmas m Swedish: spökhistoria (sv) Welsh: stori fwgan f, stori ysbryd f

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RULES ! posted 9 months ago ⚰︎ we will not write anything related to self harm, eating disorders, abuse as this can be triggering not only to us, but to our other followers as well ⚰︎ minors, beware on how you interact with such content. Any Triggering Topics mentioned in the post should be warned at the beginning of the post! (Putting it in the title is okay too)

The Wrong Room April 1, 2014 You get back to your apartment after a long day's work and you want to get inside and rest. You were about to pull out your keys and unlock the door, but you notice it's open ... The Wrong Room April 1, 2014 / Dark Comedy, Humor, and Parodies, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances / parodies / 2 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute You get back to your apartment after a long day’s work and you want to get inside and rest. You were about to pull out your keys and unlock the door, but you notice it’s open. Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, You notice something different. You stand in the doorway trying to figure it out. then it hits you. this isn’t your room. As you turn and leave, something catches your eye. There is a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with prey. Red dripped down the side of his mouth, and the smell that emanated from it was sickening. You were paralysed by the sight. Unconsciously, you start cover your nose and mouth. This accidentally bumps your elbow against the doorway. You freeze. He stopped eating there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise. His eyes scanned the room till they found you. Your legs start moving on their own, and you find yourself running, running away from that room, and the horrors within it. ~~~ The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza, and mutters quietly to himself: “Crazy vegans”. Credit To – Walrus King

Pierwszy dzień szkoły Każdy kocha pierwszy dzień w szkole, prawda? Nowy rok, nowa klasa, nowi przyjaciele. Ekscytujący dzień, wyposażony w funkcję i dreszczyk nieznanego, zanim wszystko zostanie pogrzebane przez szarą rzeczywistość i zabezpieczenie z niej smutki. Jednak ja lubię pierwszy dzień w szkole z innej przyczyny. Trzeba coś wyznać - posiadam posiadanie moc. Kiedy zobaczę na innych ludzi, zobaczę... aure. Kolorowa otoczka wokół każdego człowieka, której barwa jest wskazana, jak długo dana osoba będzie żyć. Wyniki moich rówieśników ma, szkodliwe poświatę - oznacza to, że są jeszcze straty czasu. Niestety, duża duża grupa z nich posiada żółto - odmiana aury. To oznaka, że ​​umrą w wypadku samochodowym, albo za wystąpienie awarii. powiedzą ludzie, że odeszli przed wystąpieniem. Prawdziwa zabawa zaczyna się, kiedy aura jest czerwona. zagrożenie każdego dnia, gdy widzę kogoś z taką otoczką, to ludzie, którzy stąpają po linii. Zostają zamordowani, albo zabiją siebie. To takie ekscytujące widzenie ich i wiedzą, że ich czas jest policzony. Zawsze przed następną nową szkołą, która pojawi się na miejscu bardzo wcześnie, będzie możliwa do poznania losów moich koleżanek i wyposażenia z klasy. Pierwszy chłopak, który wyszedł do klasy po mnie, emanował pulsującą czerwienią. Stłumiłem uśmieszek. Szkoda stary, szkoda! Ale następna osoba wchodząca do klasy posiada ten sam, bijący po wejściu, krwisty kolor. Po chwili wyszedł nasz nauczyciel. Zamknął drzwi na klucz, od środka. Jego aura była intensywnie zielona...

SEP 27 A 15-year old boy in a small town sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day. It consisted of two words; “please come”. Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he’d been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate’s house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away. When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone. When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy’s classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.

The Bank Robber The bank I work at was robbed again last night. It’s been hit three times this month and we’re sure it’s the same person. Every single time, the guy has vanished without a trace. It’s almost as if he completely disappears. There’s no way he should be able to get away so quickly and without leaving any evidence. Last night when the robbery happened, I looked him in the eye for the first time. “Why do you keep doing this?” I asked him, searching his dark eyes for an answer. He stared at me coldly from behind his ski mask and replied “A man’s got to eat.” I’ve thought about it long and hard but I’ve made up my mind: I’m never going back to work at that blood bank again. 8 YEARS AGO

The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.

MAR 01 In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police. When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been where the envelope was addressed to. And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”.

Mother Warned Me Mother always warned me not to cross the street. Mother warned me about those types of things. She said bad men would kidnap me, take me away. I guess she was right, in a way. I crossed one day, because I was never a good child, and several men came out and picked me up and asked me many questions. I don’t know why she never wanted me to cross the street. All the men wore blue and had badges. I don’t know why they put silver bracelets on Mother. I don’t know why Mother attempted to bite one of them. I don’t know a lot of things, I suppose. And years later, I’ll never know why she made me call her Mother.

Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Mary’s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Mary’s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they can’t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah

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MAR 08 When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”

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An Egg September 1, 2012 It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a quick passing. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail ... An Egg Strange and Unexplained / 5 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 4 minutes It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. You’re so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You passed,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words. “There was a…a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup.” I said “I… I’m gone?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone passes.” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god?” You asked. “Yup.” I replied. “I’m God.” “My kids… my wife,” you said. “What about them?” “Will they be alright?” “That what I like to see,” I said. “You just passed and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.” You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like a God. Some vague authority figure. “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.” “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to the afterlife or something?” “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.” You followed along as we strolled in the void. “Where are we going?” “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.” “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.” “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.” I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.” “You’ve been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we stay out here for longer, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point doing that between each life.” “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?” “Oh, lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D.” “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?” “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.” You pondered. “But wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?” “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan you don’t even know it’s happening.” I looked in your eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.” “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?” “No. just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect” “Just me? What about everyone else?” “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you, and me.” You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…” “All you. Different incarnations of you.” “Wait. I’m everyone!?” “Now you’re getting it.” “I’m every human who ever lived?” “Or whom will ever live, yes.” “I’m Abraham Lincoln?” “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too.” I added. “I’m a criminal?” you said, appalled. “And you’re the victims, too.” “I’m a leader?” “And you’re everyone who followed you.” You fell silent. “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.” “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?” “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.” “Whoa.” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?” “No. Not yet. You’re as a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.” “So the whole universe,” you said. “It’s just…” “An egg of sorts.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.” And with that, I sent you on your way. Credit: Andy Weir

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Search the dictionary "horror" meaning in All languages combined Noun [English] IPA: /ˈhɒɹ.ə/ [New-England, Received-Pronunciation], /ˈhɔɹ.ɚ/ [Canada, General-American], /ˈhɑɹ.ɚ/ [New-York-City, Philadelphia], /ˈhɔɚ/ (note: some accents) Audio: en-us-horror.ogg ▶️ [US] Forms: horrors [plural] [Show additional information ▼] (countable, uncountable) An intense distressing emotion of fear or repugnance. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense distressing fear or repugnance): tmerr [masculine] (Albanian), رُعْب (ruʕb) [masculine] (Arabic), خَوْف (ḵawf) [masculine] (Arabic), սարսափ (sarsapʿ) (Armenian), ահ (ah) (Armenian), vahimə (Azerbaijani), dəhşət (Azerbaijani), жах (žax) [masculine] (Belarusian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Belarusian), ভয় (bhoẏ) (Bengali), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Bulgarian), страх (strah) [masculine] (Bulgarian), horror [masculine] (Catalan), 恐怖 (kǒngbù) (Chinese Mandarin), 恐懼 (Chinese Mandarin), 恐惧 (kǒngjù) (Chinese Mandarin), hrůza [feminine] (Czech), gru (Danish), rædsel (Danish), gruwel [masculine] (Dutch), õudus (Estonian), kauhu (Finnish), kammo (Finnish), hirveys (Finnish), horreur [masculine] (French), effroi [masculine] (French), horror [masculine] (Galician), საშინელება (sašineleba) (Georgian), Angst [feminine] (German), Furcht [feminine] (German), Horror [masculine] (German), Grauen [neuter] (German), Greuel [masculine] (German), 𐌿𐍃𐍆𐌹𐌻𐌼𐌴𐌹 (usfilmei) [feminine] (Gothic), τρόμος (trómos) [masculine] (Greek), אֵימָה (éima) [feminine] (Hebrew), दहशत (dahśat) [feminine] (Hindi), आतंक (ātaṅk) [masculine] (Hindi), भय (bhay) [masculine] (Hindi), borzalom (Hungarian), ógn [feminine] (Icelandic), horor (Indonesian), uafás [masculine] (Irish), orrore [masculine] (Italian), 恐怖 (kyōfu) (alt: きょうふ) (Japanese), 恐れ (osore) (alt: おそれ) (Japanese), қорқыныш (qorqynyş) (Kazakh), ភេរវារម្មណ៍ (pheirĕəʼviərɑm) (Khmer), 공포 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), 무서움 (museoum) (Korean), 두려움 (duryeoum) (Korean), коркунуч (korkunuc) (Kyrgyz), horror [masculine] (Latin), šausmas [feminine] (Latvian), siaubas (Lithuanian), šiurpas (Lithuanian), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Macedonian), страв (strav) [masculine] (Macedonian), аймшиг (ajmšig) (Mongolian), gru [feminine] (Norwegian Bokmål), redsel [masculine] (Norwegian Bokmål), orror (Occitan), ōga [masculine] (Old English), دهشت (dahšat) [masculine] (Pashto), وحشت (vahšat) (Persian), دهشت (dahšat) (Persian), Grul [feminine] (Plautdietsch), groza [feminine] (Polish), strach [masculine] (Polish), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), groază [feminine] (Romanian), oroare [feminine] (Romanian), spaimă [feminine] (Romanian), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Russian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Russian), боя́знь (bojáznʹ) [feminine] (Russian), घोर (ghora) [masculine] (Sanskrit), у̏жа̄с [Cyrillic, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), ȕžās [Roman, masculine] (Serbo-Croatian), hrôza [feminine] (Slovak), groza [feminine] (Slovene), horror [masculine] (Spanish), skräck [common-gender] (Swedish), fruktan [common-gender] (Swedish), fasa [common-gender] (Swedish), даҳшат (dahšat) (Tajik), ваҳшаг (vahšag) (Tajik), дәһшәт (dähşät) (Tatar), куркыныч (qurkınıç) (Tatar), empelñe (Tocharian B), korku (Turkish), dehşet (Turkish), elhençlik (Turkmen), жах (žax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), страх (strax) [masculine] (Ukrainian), دہشت (dahśat) [feminine] (Urdu), قورقۇنچ (qorqunch) (Uyghur), qoʻrquv (Uzbek), dahshat (Uzbek), sự khiếp (Vietnamese), sự ghê rợn (Vietnamese) [Show more ▼] (countable, uncountable) Something horrible; that which excites horror. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▼] (countable, uncountable) Intense dislike or aversion; an abhorrence. Tags: countable, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (intense dislike or aversion): отвраще́ние (otvrašténie) [neuter] (Bulgarian), kammo (Finnish), inho (Finnish), dégoût (French), aversion (French), отвраще́ние (otvraščénije) [neuter] (Russian), омерзе́ние (omerzénije) [neuter] (Russian) [Show more ▼] (uncountable) A genre of fiction designed to evoke a feeling of fear and suspense. Tags: uncountable Categories (topical): Horror, Fear, Genres, Horror, Literary genres [Show more ▼] (countable) An individual work in this genre. Tags: countable Translations (literary genre): жах (žax) [masculine] (Belarusian), у́жаси (úžasi) [masculine, plural] (Bulgarian), terror (Catalan), 恐怖 (kǒngbù) (Chinese Mandarin), horor (Czech), kauhu (Finnish), kauhukirjallisuus (Finnish), Horror [masculine] (German), ホラー (horā) (Japanese), 호러 (horeo) (Korean), 공포 (gongpo) (alt: 恐怖) (Korean), у́жаси (úžasi) [masculine, plural] (Macedonian), хо́рор (hóror) [masculine] (Macedonian), horror [masculine] (Portuguese), у́жас (úžas) [masculine] (Russian), ужа́стик (užástik) [colloquial, masculine] (Russian), хо́ррор (xórror) [masculine, neologism] (Russian), skräck [common-gender] (Swedish), жах (žax) [masculine] (Ukrainian) [Show more ▼] (countable, colloquial) A nasty or ill-behaved person; a rascal or terror. Tags: colloquial, countable Categories (topical): Fear [Show more ▼] (informal) An intense anxiety or a nervous depression; often the horrors. Tags: countable, informal, uncountable Categories (topical): Fear Translations (informal: intense anxiety): täpinät [plural] (Finnish) [Show more ▼] (in the plural, informal) Delirium tremens. Tags: countable, in-plural, informal, uncountable [Show more ▼] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Synonyms: nightmare, horrour (english: hypercorrect spelling or archaic) [UK] Hypernyms: speculative fiction Related terms: horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifical, horrification, horrify [Show more ▼] Noun [Galician] IPA: [ɔˈroɾ] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: espanto, pavor, terror Related terms: horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Noun [Hungarian] IPA: [ˈhorːor] [Show additional information ▼] horror [Show more ▼] Noun [Latin] IPA: /ˈhor.ror/ [Classical], [ˈhɔrːɔr] [Classical], /ˈor.ror/ (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical), [ˈɔrːor] (note: modern Italianate Ecclesiastical) [Show additional information ▼] bristling (standing on end) Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] shaking, shivering, chill Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] dread, terror, horror Tags: declension-3, masculine [Show more ▼] The following are not (yet) sense-disambiguated Related terms: horrendus, horridus, horribilis, horrificus Noun [Old French] Forms: horror oblique singular or [canonical, feminine], horrors [oblique, plural], horror [nominative, singular], horrors [nominative, plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror or terror Synonyms: horrour, horrur [Show more ▼] Noun [Polish] IPA: /ˈxɔr.rɔr/ [Show additional information ▼] (colloquial) horror (something horrible; that which excites horror) Tags: colloquial, inanimate, masculine [Show more ▼] horror movie Tags: inanimate, masculine Synonyms: film grozy [Show more ▼] horror (literary genre) Tags: inanimate, masculine [Show more ▼] Noun [Portuguese] IPA: /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Brazil], [oˈhoh] [Brazil], /oˈʁoɾ/ [São-Paulo], [oˈhoɾ] [São-Paulo], /oˈʁoʁ/ [Rio-de-Janeiro], [oˈχoχ] [Rio-de-Janeiro], /oˈʁoɻ/ [Southern-Brazil], [oˈhoɻ] [Southern-Brazil], /ɔˈʁoɾ/ [Portugal] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: masculine Synonyms: temor, terror Related terms: horrendo, hórrido, horrífero, horrífico, horripilar, horrível, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Adjective [Romanian] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: feminine, indeclinable, masculine, neuter [Show more ▼] Noun [Romanian] [Show additional information ▼] horror Tags: neuter [Show more ▼] Noun [Spanish] IPA: /oˈroɾ/, [oˈroɾ] Forms: horrores [plural] [Show additional information ▼] horror; terror Wikipedia link: Diccionario crítico etimológico castellano e hispánico Tags: masculine Synonyms: miedo, temor, terror Derived forms: horror al vacío Related terms: horrendo, horrible, hórrido, horrífico, horripilante, horrorizar, horroroso [Show more ▼] Inflected forms horrores (Noun) [Portuguese] plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Spanish] plural of horror horrors (Noun) [English] plural of horror horrore (Noun) [Latin] ablative singular of horror horroribus (Noun) [Latin] dative/ablative plural of horror horrorem (Noun) [Latin] accusative singular of horror horroris (Noun) [Latin] genitive singular of horror horrori (Noun) [Latin] dative singular of horror horrorum (Noun) [Latin] genitive plural of horror horrores (Noun) [Latin] nominative/accusative/vocative plural of horror Alternative forms horrour (Noun) [Old French] Alternative form of horror horrour (Noun) [English] Misspelling of horror. horrour (Noun) [English] Obsolete form of horror. horrow (Noun) [English] Alternative form of horror If you use this data in academic research, please cite Tatu Ylonen: Wiktextract: Wiktionary as Machine-Readable Structured Data, Proceedings of the 13th Conference on Language Resources and Evaluation (LREC), pp. 1317-1325, Marseille, 20-25 June 2022. 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Leon Czolgosz March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute Leon Czolgosz, the assassin of William McKinley (the 25th President of the United States) was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.

March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute The assassin of William McKinley, 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.

A soldier called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know" the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identily the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

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America’s Top 5 Spooky Spots for Horror Enthusiasts February 17, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 3 minutes How many times have you tried to find a place in the US that will raise your hair up and fill you with adrenaline? If you’re the kind of person who loves to take part in horror adventures, then you should know that America is full of spooky places, like dark cemeteries, abandoned mansions, and dark towns. The only thing you’ve left to do to satisfy your horror cravings is to choose the most suitable one for your needs and plan your next trip. The 5 spooky places in America that we’re about to list and discuss will indeed fascinate every horror enthusiast. Table of Contents 1. Bonaventure Cemetery 2. Lemp Mansion 3. Bally’s Resort and Casino 4. Gettysburg National Military Park 5. Clinton Road Final Thoughts 1. Bonaventure Cemetery At first glance, you might think that Bonaventure is just another cemetery that might attract horror lovers at times. But trust us, you actually need to prepare yourself before you see the centuries-old tombstones that surround this historic site in Savannah, Georgia. Bonaventure Cemetery is an ancient, historic district that was once a privately owned cemetery. Even though this site attracts tourists with its beautiful nature and architecture, to this day, multiple people have reported unusual occurrences, such as the sounds of children and barking dogs, even when no one is around. As visitors claim, you should definitely consider going around the graves of Gracie Watson or Kehoe House – children who died in the 19th century but whose ghosts never left the Bonaventure Cemetery. 2. Lemp Mansion Besides cemeteries and battlefields, you can find numerous mansions and old houses in America that are considered haunted. Lemp Mansion in St. Louis, MO, is one of those mansions that still fascinates visitors with its eerie atmosphere. The main reason why this house is considered haunted is the history behind it – the tragic death of the Lemp family over 60 years ago. Almost a century ago, Lemps were important figures in the brewing industry. In the 1920s, the business began to decline. Not surprisingly for that period, this downturn made a few family members commit suicide. The first one among them was William Lemp who was followed by his son Billy. His brother, Charles, did the same later, along with a 13-year-old physically and mentally disabled brother. Today, Lemp Mansion is an inn and a restaurant and its visitors sometimes encounter the spirits of these 4 dead members of the Lemp family. 3. Bally’s Resort and Casino If someone asks you to name some of the most popular attractions in Las Vegas, chances are that you’ll name Bally’s Resort and Casino if you’ve ever gambled in this building. Everyone knows that Las Vegas is full of casinos and entertainment venues. But it turns out that horror enthusiasts either take pleasure in playing thrilling real casino games online or gamble at physical casinos that have a reputation for being haunted. Bally’s Resort and Casino is one of those haunted places in America. This casino was initially known as MGM Grand in the 1970s and attracted wealthy people from all over the US. But this was before a terrible incident happened – in 1980, faulty wiring started a fire in the building, which resulted in the deaths of 80 individuals. Today, visitors to this casino claim that from time to time they hear spooky noises and notice the spirits of the people who died on that day. That’s why Bally’s Resort and Casino is considered haunted. 4. Gettysburg National Military Park Considering the number of people who died at the Battle of Gettysburg during the American Civil War, it’s not really surprising that the National Military Park of Gettysburg is said to be haunted by the ghosts of soldiers. As a matter of fact, the Gettysburg National Military Park consists of numerous spots where paranormal activities occasionally take place. For example, there, you might encounter three disembodied heads. These hands belong to Confederate soldiers who died tragically on the battlefield. But other than these figures, sometimes you can even hear gunfire, shouts, and even the cries of wounded men. 5. Clinton Road One more scary place in America that usually fascinates horror lovers of various preferences is Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey. It’s a 10-mile-long road that isn’t anything special at first glance. However, the legend says that if you decide to race on this road, chances are that you won’t escape evil spirits and phantom headlights. Even more exciting about this haunted place is the rumor that after throwing a coin into the bridge at midnight, someone will throw this coin back at you. It’s hard to decide whether it’s true or not, but if you dare to explore this place, throwing a coin is worth it. Just remember to do it exactly at midnight. Final Thoughts It wasn’t easy for us to choose only 5 haunted spots for horror enthusiasts who plan their ghost-haunting trip in America. But at least, now you have a starting point for your adventure. Just keep in mind that although you might consider yourself brave enough to explore these eerie locations, we don’t recommend going to those spooky places alone. Who knows, maybe those ghosts are actually waiting for a brave person who can become a part of their company.

The Growths May 12, 2008 / Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness / anonymously authored / 2 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 2 minutes I’d had them ever since I was a kid. I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back. I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they’d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better. I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail; trying to get them off was always a lost cause because I couldn’t continue once the pain kicked in. But today was different. It’s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of drink. I was originally planning to use sharps, but figured that trying to slice through the tough growths would be too arduous in my state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B. I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue, couldn’t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange formations. I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more... Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go!

Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.

The Answers As I lived my life, I had always pondered on the mysteries of the universe. I wondered what it all meant, why we were all here, and what lie beyond. That was the reason I became a scientist. I slaved over my work trying to unlock the unknown whole of creation. Always fighting a never ending battle to seek answers for life's greatest questions. Then, when my life came to an end from an untimely accident, I found myself standing on the precipice to eternity. In the seemingly infinite chasm of darkness, a voice called out a question to me... "Shall all of the answers be revealed to you, or will you swim the sea of creation in unknowing bliss?" "Please... Show me the answers I have tirelessly searched for and still seek!" "Very well..." A sudden emergence of a blinding light bathed me, and I was brought into the entirety of knowledge kicking and screaming. That was almost two years ago... Today I lay in my playpen attempting my last ditch efforts at telling my new Mom and Dad what I know, but all they see, and all they've seen for months, is a child at play, talking gibberish. My urgency grows and the fear begins to consume my mind as I realize... the better I get at communicating with them, the more of what I know fades from my memory.

A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?

My Sister's Sculpture My Mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn't an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died.or when they had the funeral for her. She told me about my Father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my Father made a sculpture ofher. She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My Father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my Mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before. It wasn't long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my Father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me, as if the sculpture would follow me as l aged. My Father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face. On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my Father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious. So I desided to creep my way downstairs to see if could catch my Father making the sculpture, and as l peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the colour of my face drain. There, on the Kitchen table my Father was injecting the “sculpture” with a liquid as he whispered "You will always be my little sculpture." as I watched the “sculpture's” hands twitch.

They’re in the house. No more than a moment or two passes before the door to the bedroom starts shuddering. The things I piled against it are holding, for now, but I know, realistically, that they’re going to manage to come through. I keep rocking my little girl, humming a lullaby in her ear to calm her as she cries. The pounding grows in force and volume, the frame starting to crack. I put my little girl on my lap, her back to my chest, and I stroke her head with both hands, from the top of her scalp, down across her ears, just as I’ve done. Just the way she loves it. The effect is instantaneous. Her desperate crying calms to a series of sobs and hiccoughs, her small body shuddering against mine in fear. I keep humming to her, soothing her hair, acting for all the world as if nothing is out of place, not a single thing amiss. Agonisingly slowly, in a reverse cadence of the sound of splintering wood, she calms down. I can feel it when she stops tensing, as I keep stroking her down the sides of her head. A final hiccough of a sob, and she falls quiet, her body relaxed. She doesn’t even have time to realise what’s happening as I twist her neck with a violent jerk, accompanied by a dry snap of a sound. She’s dead before she can even slump down into my lap. The door is giving way, the furniture pushed back. I may be torn limb from limb while I scream, but at least my baby angel’s safe from harm. 8 YEARS AGO

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The Missed Call May 23, 2008 / Strange and Unexplained / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading . Estimated reading time — < 1 minute A strange ringtone plays on your cell phone, you reach for it but whoever it was must have hung up, a wrong number maybe. You look at the phone anyway. You’ve missed a call. You listen to it. When you put the phone to your ear. Suddenly you hear a scream of pain, you toss the cell across the room, but you can still hear it. When you finally pick the phone up you see who the call was from, you realize who’s voice it was. Yours.

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MEANING OF YOUR BIRTHDAY IN JAPANESE kirihamasaki: 1日：欠片（かけら）： Fragment 2日：天使（てんし）：Angel 3日：涙（なみだ）：Tears 4日：証（あかし）： Evidence 5日：夢（ゆめ）：Dream 6日：心（こころ）：Heart 7日：しずく: Drops 8日：ようせい：Fairy 9日：音楽（おんがく）：Music 10日：光（ひかり）：Light 11日：鮫（さめ）：Shark 12日：けっしょう：Crystal 13日：ささやき：Whisper 14日：おつげ： Prediction 15日：おぼじない： Spell 16日：偽り（いつわり）：Lie 17日：祈り（いのり）：Pray 18日：猫（ねこ）：Cat 19日：みちするべ： Signpost 20日：熊（くま）：Bear 21日：保護者（ほごしゃ）： Guardian 26日：バナナ：Banana 27日：狼（おおかみ）：Wolf 28日：翼（つばさ）：Wings 29日：お土産（おみやげ）： Souvenir 30日：かいとう：Thief 31日：妄想（もうそう）：Delusion Month: 1月：月（つき）：Moon 2月：愛（あい）：Love 3月：空（そら）：Sky 4月：水（みず）：Water 5月：花（はな）：Flower 6月：宇宙（うちゅう）： Space 7月：太陽（たいよう）：Sun 8月：星（ほし）：Star 9月：森（もり）：Forest 10月：影（かげ）：Shadow 11月：天（てん）：Heaven 12月：雪（ゆき）：Snow

“Si dovrebbe, almeno ogni giorno, ascoltare qualche canzone, leggere una bella poesia, vedere un bel quadro, e, se possibile, dire qualche parola ragionevole".

Edward Mordrake Edward Mordrake, el hombre con dos rostros Edward Mordrake era un inglés que tenía un rostro extra en la nuca. De acuerdo a las historias que se cuentan de él, el rostro no podía hablar ni comer, pero podía reír y llorar. Edward suplicó a los médicos que le extrajeran este gemelo demoniaco porque, supuestamente, le susurraba cosas horribles en la noche, pero ningún médico se atrevió a intentarlo. Edward cometió suicidio a la edad de 23 años. En él se dice que Edward Mordrake era heredero de una familia noble de Inglaterra, su gemelo parasito era en realidad ella y hasta se escribió una opera con su historia llamada "Poor Edward". Además encontré este otro relato: "Una de las historias más raras así como de las más melancólicas de la deformidad humana es la de Edward Mordrake, quien iba a ser el heredero de una de las familias más nobles de Inglaterra. Sin embargo nunca reclamó el título y se suicidó a los veintitrés años. Vivia en un retiro absoluto, evitando las visitas incluso de los miembros de su familia. Era un joven de grandes conocimientos, un buen estudiante y un músico de rara habilidad. Su figura era remarcable por su gracia natural, y su rostro -su rostro natural- era como el de Antinoo. Pero en la parte de atrás de su cabeza había otra cara, la de una chica muy guapa, "adorable como un sueño, atroz como un demonio". El rostro femenino era una mera máscara, "ocupando sólo una pequeña zona de la parte posterior del cráneo, aunque mostrando signos de inteligencia de aire maligno". Se la había visto sonriendo y burlándose mientras Mordrake lloraba. Sus ojos seguían los movimientos del espectador, y sus labios se movian sin cesar. La voz era inaudible pero Mordrake aseguraba que durante la noche no podia conciliar el sueño debido a los odiosos susurros de su "gemela diabólica" como él la llamaba, "que nunca duerme, pero que me habla de tales cosas de las que sólo se oyen en el infierno. La imaginación no puede concebir las tentaciones espantosas en las que me envuelve. Por alguna imperdonable maldad de mis antepasados estoy cosido a este demonio - porque estoy seguro que es un demonio. Yo ruego y suplico para que lo eliminéis del mundo, aunque yo muera". Estas eran las palabras del desventurado Mordrake a Manvers y Treadwell, sus médicos. Aunque lo vigilaban constantemente consiguió procurarse veneno, debido a lo cual murió, dejando una carta en la que pedía que la "cara demoníaca" fuera destruida antes de su funeral, "para que no continuase con sus espantosos susurros en la tumba". Por petición propia fue enterrado en tierra baldía, sin ninguna lápida o marca que dejara constancia de su tumba." Pobre Edward ¿Has oido lo que dicen de edward? En la parte de atrás de su cabeza Tenia otra cara Era la de una mujer O la de una joven. Decían que quitársela lo mataria Asi que el pobre edward estaba perdido La cara reía y lloraba Era su hermana gemela malvada Por las noches ella le hablaba De cosas solo mencionadas en el infierno Era imposible separarlos Encadenados juntos de por vida Al final, la campana dobló por su condena Alquiló unas habitaciones Y se ahorcó con ella De los barrotes del balcón Algunos todavía creer que se liberó de ella Pero yo la conocia muy bien Y digo que le llevó al suicidio Y se llevó al pobre Edward

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ROSARY IN ITALIAN ᔆⁱᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᴺᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ ᴵᵒ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁱⁿ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ; ᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᶜʳⁱˢᵗᵒ⸴ ˢᵘᵒ ᵘⁿⁱᶜᵒ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ⸴ ⁱˡ ᑫᵘᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵘ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖⁱᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ⁿᵃᶜᑫᵘᵉ ᵈᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵉ̌ ˢᵒᵗᵗᵒ ᴾᵒⁿᶻⁱᵒ ᴾⁱˡᵃᵗᵒ⸴ ᶠᵘ ᶜʳᵒᶜⁱᶠⁱˢˢᵒ⸴ ᵐᵒʳᵉ̌ ᵉ ᶠᵘ ˢᵉᵖᵒˡᵗᵒ; ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵃᵍˡⁱ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱ; ⁱˡ ᵗᵉʳᶻᵒ ᵍⁱᵒʳⁿᵒ ʳⁱˢᵘˢᶜⁱᵗⁿ̌ ᵈᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ; ˢᵃˡᵉ̌ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵉᵈᵉ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ; ᵈⁱ ˡʳ́ ᵛᵉʳʳʳ́ ᵃ ᵍⁱᵘᵈⁱᶜᵃʳᵉ ⁱ ᵛⁱᵛⁱ ᵉ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵗⁱ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁿᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ˡᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜʰⁱᵉˢᵃ ᶜᵃᵗᵗᵒˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ˡᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳⁱˢᵘʳʳᵉᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵉ⸴ ˡᵃ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴼᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ⸴ ᶜʰᵉ ˢᵉⁱ ⁿᵉⁱ ᶜⁱᵉˡⁱ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵍᵃ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ʳᵉᵍⁿᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵗᵃ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵛᵒˡᵒⁿᵗʳ́ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᶜᵒˢᵉ̌ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ‧ ᴰᵃᶜᶜⁱ ᵒᵍᵍⁱ ⁱˡ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᵖᵃⁿᵉ ᑫᵘᵒᵗⁱᵈⁱᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᵉ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗⁱ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡⁱ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵃⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵉ ⁿᵒⁿ ᶜⁱ ⁱⁿᵈᵘʳʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᵐᵃˡᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴴᵃⁱˡ ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴬᵛᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᵖⁱᵉⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ⸴ ⁱˡ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶜ̌ ᶜᵒⁿ ᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵘ ˢᵉⁱ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᶠʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᶜ̌ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᵖʳᵉᵍᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒᵗⁱ⸴ ᵃᵈᵉˢˢᵒ ᵉ ⁿᵉˡˡ'ᵒʳᵃ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴳˡᵒʳʸ ᴮᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵃˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵉ ᵃˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ ᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉʳᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖⁱᵒ⸴ ᵒʳᵃ ᵉ ˢᵉᵐᵖʳᵉ ⁿᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗⁱᵐᵃ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ⁽ᵒᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ⁾ ᴼ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳᵈᵒⁿᵃ ˡᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵖᵉ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᶠᵘᵒᶜᵒ ᵖᵒʳᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵗᵘᵗᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵖⁱᵘ̊ ᵇⁱˢᵒᵍⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵛᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ⸴ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ᵐᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ⸴ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉᶻᶻᵃ ᵉ ˢᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶻᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ˢᵃˡᵛᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵉ ʳⁱᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ⸴ ᵉˢᵘˡⁱ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱ ᵈⁱ ᴱᵛᵃ; ᵃ ᵗᵉ ˢᵒˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱ ᵉ ᵖⁱᵃⁿᵍᵉⁿᵗⁱ ⁱⁿ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵃ ᵛᵃˡˡᵉ ᵈⁱ ˡᵃᶜʳⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴼʳˢᵘ̊ ᵈᵘⁿᑫᵘᵉ ᵃᵛᵛᵒᶜᵃᵗᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ʳⁱᵛᵒˡᵍⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵍˡⁱ ᵒᶜᶜʰⁱ ᵗᵘᵒⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵒˢⁱ‧ ᴱ ᵐᵒˢᵗʳᵃᶜⁱ⸴ ᵈᵒᵖᵒ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵒ ᵉˢⁱˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ‧ ᴼ ᶜˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᵖⁱᵃ⸴ ᵒ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡᵉ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵉʳⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ⱽⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴹᵒʳᵗᵉ ᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵉ ᵖᵉʳ ⁱ ᵐᵉʳⁱᵗⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵗⁱ ᵖʳᵉᵍʰⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱ ⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵃⁱᵘᵗᵃ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵉⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ 'ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ' ᵖᵘʳᵍᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵒ ᵉ ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ‧ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵈⁱ ᵃ ᵗᵘᵗᵗⁱ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵛⁱᵛᵉʳᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳⁱʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳᵉ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ᵛᵒˡᵗᵒ ᵉ ᵃᵐᵃʳᵗⁱ ᵖᵉʳ ˡ'ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᵗʳ́⸴ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴶᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴸ'ᵃⁿⁿᵘⁿᶜⁱᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵃ ᔆ‧ᴱˡⁱˢᵃᵇᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ⁿᵃˢᶜᵉ ᵖᵒᵛᵉʳᵒ ᵃ ᴮᵉᵗˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ʳⁱᵗʳᵒᵛᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᔆᵒʳʳᵒʷᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵃᵍᵒⁿⁱᶻᶻᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵍⁱᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶠᵃˡᵍᵉˡˡᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶜᵃʳⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵐᵘᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ʳⁱˢᵒʳᵍᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ˢᵃˡᵉ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴸᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ᵃˢˢᵘⁿᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ROSARY IN ITALIAN

The Never Ending Road. In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again. The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats. Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

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My Fear of Water pazuzuscrypt: I’ve always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can’t swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young. I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It always happened it was just normal for me, but i never got used to it. It was unnerving, but also soothing at the same time. She always made me feel like it was okay. I still avoided it, though, because I was just a kid and it was really freaky. I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up. It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him again, about my mom. He still wouldn't say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine. So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel. Today, buried in our town library, I found it. WINCHESTER: Withie, 28, drowned yesterday evening after climbing a razerwire fence and fleeing to a nearby resevoir. A funeral is scheduled by her family for the 25th. She was institutionalized just six months ago, after being found “not guilty” of attempted murder on grounds of insanity. Her husband Withie had acted quickly enough to rescue their infant child when she was found trying to drown him in a bathtub. Monday, December 14th, 2015 | via: pazuzuscrypt | source: pazuzuscrypt

Fatherly Advice She broke it off with me today. She said something about how we just weren’t meant to be and that we could be friends. They always say that. At first I was hurt. Then I was angry. How could she do this to me after everything I’ve done for her? Not meant to be? I started to get really mad! But then I remembered the advice my father gave me long ago after my first big heartbreak. “Son, some-times a woman just doesn’t want to give you her heart, and that’s OK, because you can always cut it out of her chest...” 8 YEARS AGO

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スポンジ・ボブのエピソード一覧 1 1999年5月1日 バイト募集中 Help Wanted 海の掃除機 Reef Blower 水がない! Tea at the Treedome 2 1999年7月17日 シャボン玉 Bubblestand 破れたパンツ Ripped Pants 3 1999年7月31日 クラゲ採り Jellyfishing いたずらプランクトン Plankton! 4 1999年8月7日 仲直り大作戦! Naughty Nautical Neighbors 運転は難しい〜! Boating School 5 1999年8月14日 デリバリーピザ Pizza Delivery ああ いとしのパイナップル Home Sweet Pineapple 6 1999年8月21日 マーメイドマンとフジツボボーイ Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy カーニバーガーの作り方 Pickles 7 1999年8月28日 スポンジ・ボブのクラス委員? Hall Monitor クラゲ・ダンサーズ Jellyfish Jam 8 1999年9月17日 サンディのロケット Sandy's Rocket うるさい長靴 Squeaky Boots 9 1999年9月11日 クラゲになりたい! Nature Pants あべこべの日 Opposite Day 10 1999年9月18日 カルチャーショック Culture Shock プランクトンは友達? F.U.N. 11 1999年10月2日 スポンジ・ムキムキ・ボブ MuscleBob BuffPants イカルドの幽霊、現る!? Squidward the Unfriendly Ghost 12 2000年3月8日 スポンジ・ボブのエスコート The Chaperone 今月の頑張ったで賞 Employee of the Month 13 1999年10月28日 スポンジ・ボブの反撃 Scaredy Pants ゲイリーの病気 I Was a Teenage Gary 14 1999年12月31日 タイムマシーン SB-129 空手大好き Karate Choppers 15 2000年1月17日 夢の中? Sleepy Time 風邪ひきスポンジ・ボブ Suds 16 2000年2月14日 バレンタイン・デー Valentine's Day かみあそび The Paper 17 2000年3月15日 まったくもう! Arrgh! ロックボトム行きバス! Rock Bottom 18 2000年3月22日 テキサス Texas プランクトンの叫び Walking Small 19 2000年4月1日 エイプリルフール Fools in April ネプチューン王のへら Neptune's Spatula 20 2001年2月23日 つり針あそび Hooky 2001年3月3日 マーメイドマンとフジツボボーイII Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy II シーズン2: 2000年 - 2003年 編集 # 初放送日(アメリカ合衆国の旗) タイトル 21 2001年2月17日 ほどけたくつひも Your Shoe's Untied イカルドさんの休日 Squid's Day Off 22 2000年10月20日 何か臭うぞ Something Smells 威張り屋 パール Bossy Boots 23 2001年2月3日 頑張れ!パトリック Big Pink Loser シャボンくんはお友達 Bubble Buddy 24 2001年1月27日 死因はパイ!? Dying for Pie ニセ カーニさん Imitation Krabs 25 2001年2月24日 イモムシちゃん Wormy バーガー売り込み作戦 Patty Hype 26 2001年4月28日 おばあちゃんのキス Grandma's Kisses イカイカパラダイス Squidville 27 2001年5月5日 サンディの冬眠準備 Prehibernation Week 逃亡者はつらいよ Life of Crime 28 2000年12月7日 クリスマスってだれ? Christmas Who? 29 2001年3月17日 はじめての冬眠 Survival of the Idiots 2001年5月11日 ボクを捨てないで! Dumped 30 2001年4月14日 スポンジ・ボブのあぶない運転免許 No Free Rides 僕は一番の熱狂的ファン I'm Your Biggest Fanatic 31 2001年9月14日 留守番ヒーロー大活躍! Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy III お笑いは甘くない Squirrel Jokes 32 2001年5月12日 どっちがえらい? Pressure 疑惑のピーナッツ The Smoking Peanut 33 2001年3月9日 ボクらはオバケ船員(別タイトル:パッチーの部屋) Shanghaied 2003年7月26日 ゲイリーのお風呂嫌い Gary Takes a Bath 34 2002年1月21日 プランクトン店長 Welcome to the Chum Bucket 魔法のえんぴつ Frankendoodle 35 2001年9月7日 シークレットボックス The Secret Box イカルド楽団 Band Geeks 36 2002年9月6日 恐怖の深夜勤務 Graveyard Shift 恋するカーニさん Krusty Love 37 2001年10月19日 作文はむずかしい Procrastination まぬけな友達 I'm with Stupid 38 2001年9月21日 わるいことば Sailor Mouth これがゲイジュツ Artist Unknown 39 2001年9月28日 クラゲハンター Jellyfish Hunter フライ料理選手権 The Fry Cook Games 40 2001年10月12日 ストライキをやろう Squid on Strike 巨大ミミズを退治しろ Sandy, SpongeBob, and the Worm 41 2002年3月22日 あこがれの生活 The Algae's Always Greener いのちを守るライフガード SpongeGuard on Duty 42 2002年7月12日 スポンジ・ボブクラブ Club SpongeBob ボクのシーホース My Pretty Seahorse 43 2001年10月5日 クセになる味 Just One Bite いじめっ子 The Bully 44 2002年3月1日 悪魔バーガー Nasty Patty イマジネーションボックス Idiot Box 45 2002年1月21日 シークレット・ベルト Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy IV パフ先生の夢 Doing Time 46 2002年2月22日 雪合戦 Snowball Effect 拾う神 カーニ One Krab's Trash 47 2002年3月8日 ボクは有名人 As Seen on TV 10セントお恵みを! Can You Spare a Dime? 48 2002年3月15日 弱虫おことわり No Weenies Allowed イカルドとイカリム Squilliam Returns 49 2002年3月29日 ロボットカーニ Krab Borg ベビーシェルの子守唄 Rock-a-Bye Bivalve 50 2002年5月10日 壁塗りは大変 Wet Painters トレーニングビデオ Krusty Krab Training Video 51 2002年5月17日 ホームパーティは最高 Party Pooper Pants 52 2002年6月1日 チョコのセールスマン Chocolate with Nuts フジツボ・ボーイの逆襲 Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy V 53 2002年9月20日 クラスメイトは仲良し New Student Starfish 楽しい釣り旅行 Clams 54 2004年3月5日 原始のスポンジ・ボブ SpongeBob B.C. 55 2003年1月24日 がんばれゲイリー The Great Snail Race 私はクール[注釈 1] Mid-Life Crustacean 56 2003年10月4日 生まれ変わったカーニさん Born Again Krabs 外は危険がいっぱい I Had an Accident 57 2004年4月3日 カニカニ・ランド Krabby Land キャンプの思い出 The Camping Episode 58 2004年1月19日 プランクトン一族の襲撃 Plankton's Army 消えた名札 Missing Identity 59 2003年3月21日 飛べ、トリおとこ!―失われたエピソード The Sponge Who Could Fly 60 2004年10月11日 恐怖のシメコロシー SpongeBob Meets the Strangler イタズラは、ほどほどに Pranks a Lot シーズン 61 2005年5月6日 2007年7月8日[11] カーニバーガー恐怖症 Fear of a Krabby Patty カーニさん 脱皮する!? Shell of a Man 62 2005年5月13日 2008年10月23日 マットレスを取り戻せ! The Lost Mattress 弁護人スポンジ・ボブ Krabs vs. Plankton 63 2005年11月11日 2008年12月4日 いとしのゲイリー Have You Seen This Snail? 64 2005年5月20日 2008年10月30日 クレーンゲームはおまかせ Skill Crane おせっかいなお隣さん Good Neighbors 65 2005年9月23日 2008年11月6日 レストラン・オーマンデーズ Selling Out 2005年9月30日 ボクの笑い箱 Funny Pants 66 2006年2月20日 2008年11月13日 ドラゴン対スポンジ騎士 Dunces and Dragons 67 2005年10月7日 マーメイドマンとフジツボボーイVI ―映画を作ろう! Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy VI : The Motion Picture 2005年10月14日 プランクトンのプロポーズ Enemy In-Law 68 2005年10月21日 天才パトリック Patrick SmartPants 2005年11月4日 体がくっついた! SquidBob TentaclePants 69 2006年4月1日 ホテル・カニカーニ Krusty Towers クビになったパフ先生 Mrs. Puff, You're Fired 70 2006年5月5日 オバケは怖くない? Ghost Host 発明品を作ろう Chimps Ahoy 71 2006年5月12日 2008年11月20日 最高の誕生パーティー Whale of a Birthday カラテ・アイランド Karate Island 72 2006年6月2日 2008年10月9日 ボクのフライ返しクン All That Glitters 願いの井戸 Wishing You Well 73 2006年9月22日 プランクトン 降参する?! New Leaf 2006年9月29日 ゲイリーはカタツムリ病? Once Bitten 74 2006年10月13日 2008年11月27日 休暇なんて大嫌い Bummer Vacation 2006年11月17日 カツラはカッコいい! Wigstruck 75 2006年10月6日 イカルド救出作戦 Squidtastic Voyage 2006年11月25日 オイラはパトリシア That's No Lady 76 2007年1月15日 2008年12月11日 ナゾの生き物 スメリー The Thing ボクは魔法使い Hocus Pocus 77 2007年2月19日 58回目の運転免許試験 Driven to Tears マヌケな王様 Rule of Dumb 78 2007年3月31日 2008年12月18日 暴走族がやってきた! Born to Be Wild 仲良しライバル Best Frenemies 79 2007年2月19日 2008年12月25日 消えたクラゲ採り網 The Pink Purloiner 2007年7月24日 ミニ・イカルドは人気者 Squid Wood 80 2006年11月10日 2009年1月8日 ボクのベスト・デー Best Day Ever 2007年2月19日 ベストフレンズ・デー The Gift of Gum 81 2007年4月13日 親友?それとも敵? Friend or Foe 82 2007年7月30日 2009年1月15日 伝説のフライ係 The Original Fry Cook ナイトライト Night Light 83 2007年2月19日 さあ起きよう Rise and Shine まだかな? Waiting 2007年9月29日 カビ、カビ、カビ Fungus Among Us 84 2007年7月23日 ボクらはスパイ Spy Buddies 運転マナーを守ろう Boat Smarts 名前を教えて! Good Ol' Whatshisname 85 2007年7月25日 2009年1月22日 新しいおうち New Digs アイス・カーニバーガー Krabs à la Mode 86 2007年7月27日 2009年1月29日 ジェットコースターは怖いよ Roller Cowards いとしの我がエサバケツ亭 Bucket Sweet Bucket 87 2007年7月26日 パティ・マイ・ラブ To Love a Patty 新しいイカルド Breath of Fresh Squidward 88 2007年7月31日 2009年2月5日 おカネがモノをいう?! Money Talks スポンジ・ボブvsバーガーガジェット SpongeBob vs. The Patty Gadget ダンス大会 Slimy Dancing 89 2007年7月24日 2009年2月12日 スポンジカーニ The Krusty Sponge 2007年2月19日 パトリックの歌 Sing a Song of Patrick 90 2007年8月1日 ツリードームでノミ退治 A Flea in Her Dome 悪魔のドーナツ The Donut of Shame お皿はキレイに The Krusty Plate 91 2009年7月19日 2009年2月19日 ばぶばぶガス Goo Goo Gas 2007年9月29日 シェフ交換プログラム Le Big Switch 92 2007年11月12日 2008年3月20日[12] スポンジ・ボブとアトランティス、行きたいんデス Atlantis SquarePantis 93 2007年8月2日 2009年2月26日 おめかしの日 Picture Day タダ食いパトリック Pat No Pay ブラックジャック Blackjack 94 2007年8月3日 2009年3月5日 ボクはタフガイ Blackened Sponge マーメイドマン対スポンジ・ボブ Mermaid Man vs. SpongeBob 95 2007年11月23日 じごくの島でサマーキャンプ The Inmates Of Summer サバイバルテスト To Save A Squirrel 96 2008年4月11日 2009年4月29日[13] 西部のならず者 Pest of the West 97 2007年11月23日 2009年3月12日 深海レストラン 20,000 Patties Under the Sea ビキニタウンの戦い The Battle of Bikini Bottom 98 2008年10月13日 2009年4月1日[14] ボクはだれボブ? What Ever Happened to SpongeBob? 99 2007年11月23日 2009年3月19日 ハンサムなイカルド The Two Faces of Squidward スポンジヘンジ SpongeHenge 100 2009年3月26日 カーニバーガー禁止令 Banned In Bikini Bottom いとこのスタンリー Stanley S. SquarePants

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/105246894#workskin A Cry For Kelp DiscardMyHeart Fandom: SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon) Characters: Squidward Tentacles, Sheldon J. Plankton, Karen (SpongeBob)Sandy Cheeks, Eugene Krabs https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/104866263#workskin Language: English Stats: Published:2022 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/105246894#workskin

5 Haunted Places in Estonia Horror Lovers Can’t Miss Estimated reading time — 3 minutes Estonia as a nation with a long history and intense focus on traditions and beliefs is also a country with a mysterious background full of spooky legends and gh0st stories that originated throughout centuries. In this Baltic country, visitors enjoy exploring numerous haunt3d regions that are considered haunt3d by supernatural creatures. Today, we’ll explore 5 of these spooky stops for ghost-tour lovers that are definitely worth visiting if you want to face the unknown of this mysterious nation. Officer’s Casino One glance, even from far away, at the Officer’s Casino is enough to understand why thrill-seekers don’t hesitate to go miles just to reach this haunted place on Naissaar Island. Officer’s Casino is an abandoned military casino that was once a pretty lively spot for Soviet officers. Today, all that remains are its ruins and ghostly tales people tell about shadowy figures walking across those ruins. Nevertheless, we have to admit that ancient haunt3d locations like the Officer’s Casino aren’t for everyone. In fact, some people in Estonia, especially those who are used to taking advantage of reputable online casino options in Estonia, might prefer a different kind of thríll. Or at least, playing safely and securely from their homes, instead of being surrounded by supernatural stories from the 20th century. Pädaste Manor Pädaste Manor is another haunt3d place located on Estonian islands, this time at Muhu Island. It’s one of the best options for a luxury vacation that is truly away from the noise of the thousands of tourists arriving in the country because of its mysterious and sad history. The legends of the manor can be traced back to the 16th-century gh0st of the inhabitants. Interestingly, visitors who have stayed at the inn have described uncomfortable happenings, including light bulbs that flash, the sensation of cøld spots, and the sound of footsteps from rooms that were empty or no one around. Some people also believe that they witnessed paranormal experiences such as the sighting of a woman wearing a white dress moving around. Lately, locals said it could be the lost spırıt of a maid who d*ed in a mysterious way. Rataskaevu Street Horror lovers can easily visit Rataskaevu street as it’s right at the center of Tallinn, the capital of Estonia. The street is well-known in the area due to its mysterious history. Perhaps, the most intriguing anecdote connected with this street is the legend that it was scooped up by the Dēvıl himself. Once upon a time, the Dēvıl himself decided to throw a party in house number 16 Rataskaevu Street and after the party, he left behind an indelible stain on the ceiling in terms of its off-color that no amount of whitewash could ever take off. Even to date, people have reported seeing strange outlines and hearing noises through the night, which gives credence to the belief that the house is haunted. That’s why we warn you — you might experience a feeling of being watched when one is walking down Rataskaevu Street. So be prepared, this feeling can leave you rather uncomfortable. Haapsalu Castle Legends of white ladies haunting ancient castles can be found all over Europe and Estonia isn’t an exception. In fact, Haapsalu Castle is one of the most notorious haunted places in the country that has a terrific story behind it. Here, all the legends are about White ladies and everything starts from the 13th century. There must have been a woman who would fall in love with a canon, and so she dressed up like a choirboy so she could be nearer to the man she was in love with. However, eventually, her real identity was revealed to her captors and she was walled up alįve for this ‘crime’. Her spırıt in the form of a White Lady is still seen at the castle in the window of the chapel, especially during the full moon of August. Locals believe that the gh0st of this White Lady haunts them and that the annual festival in its honor, the White Lady Festival, attracts visitors from all corners of the world. Kuressaare Castle The fifth haunted place that’s worth visiting is also a castle, since Estonia, in general, is full of mysterious castles. Kuressaare Castle is a beautiful mediev3l castle with a dark̵ past that stands on the island of Saaremaa. Its sh0cking history reveals that the castle was once a prıson where prisoners suffered terrible fates. That could be why people believe that the ghosts of the prisoners still roam. The most interesting legend that can be linked to Kuressaare Castle is the tale of the monk’s gh0st that is believed to haunt the castle at nıght, moving around in the Chapel. Kuressaare Castle is a historical building and exploring this castle in the wintertime will surely give you the creeps. Final Thoughts When it comes to the paranormal and creepy myths and truths Estonia is a country that has a lot to tell about history and legends. The best part is that no matter how much one disbelieves in paranormal and supernatural powers, visiting these haunt3d locations would be quite thrıllıng and might even make them start believing in haunt3d creatures. Thus, whenever you are in Estonia, do not miss out on the opportunity to visit these shivery places and use the services of an eerie spırıt.

Creepypasta 5 Eerie Places in Slovenia for Ghost Hunters June 5, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 3 minutes Slovenia is a beautiful country with beautiful nature and a history that is more fearful and strange than you could imagine. As a small European country between Italy and Austria bordered by Croatia, it offers more than stunning landscapes and rich culture. In favor of gh0st hunters, Slovenia is home to ghostly apparitions and haunt3d locations that are sure to attract every fan of mystery. But this place is not only for horror story lovers. In this article, we’ll explore 5 of the most haunt3d sites appealing for their adrenaline rush. Predjama Castle This majestic structure is none other than Predjama Castle, which is located on a 123-meter tall cliff overlooking the Lipica Spring. As locals claim, this castle is haunt3d by a mysterious dark̵ past. And if you look at its Gothic architectural design, you might quickly agree that this castle indeed looks haunt3d. What’s more, people say that the castle’s inhabitants are the ghcsts of several servants and one of the knights named Erazem Lueger. Erazem was famous for his robber-like activities similar to the English outlaw Robin Hood. This man was holding the castle for over one year when he d1ed of a cannonball, which hit him while he was on the looɔ. Considering that spiritualists have reported seeing the apparent gh0st of Erazem going around the castle, there was some talk of making tours around this castle ıllegal in the past. Still, there are various available options for getting yourself entertained. For instance, according to this article, gambling is legal in Slovenia which is a safer option than gambling with your LiFe in this eerie castle. Ljubljana Castle Ljubljana Castle, situated on the hilltop, stands majestically over Slovenia’s capital. This is another interesting place for gh0st hunters that represents the city’s past and surv1val. But it is also a place with some cold-blooded mysteries beyond the grave. The history of this castle spans centuries and has been used for royal living, military protection, and even imprisonment. This can be explained by a land’s history that is so diverse that stories about restless souls from the Middle Ages are not the exception. Yes, you will hear many legends about this place. One of the most known ones is about a white lady whose voıce can still be heard in the castle. Celje Castle Celje Castle is another place with some old dark̵ aspects and disasters. Probably the most known legend connected to the castle is the story of the dEath of beautiful Veronika of Desenice, the daughter of a wealthy nobleman who loved Frederick II, the son of Count Hermann II. The common theme in their lơve story turned bitter when Veronika was faced with charges of witchcraft and was murdered by drowning in one of Tetzel’s castle wells. Present-day inhabitants of Celje regard it as a norm to see an apparition of a woman whom locals claim to be Veronika, who is still haunting the castle. Today, locals believe that her spırıt is restless in the pursuit of justice and the seeking of peace. Hudičev Most Only the fact that the name of this spot is translated as “Devil’s Bridge” is enough to be convinced that Hudičev Most hides various chilling tales behind it. The ancient stone bridge in Slovenia is located near the village of Dovje and has been the site of numerous spooky legends. Advertisements The structure crosses a steep valley with a highway, and according to local lore, the dēvıl constructed this bridge. Believe it or not, the villagers traded their souls to the Dēvıl, so that he would build this bridge. And you know what the Devil’s condition was? The first creature to cross the bridge would lose its soul. Luckily, the people of the village were wise, and they outwitted the dēvıl — they put a dog on the bridge, and the trap closed on him. Indignant, the dēvıl supposedly swore, and to this day, his vengeful spırıt allegedly haunts the place of the bridge. Kobarid Museum The final eerie spot on our list is related to World War I and the event known as the Battles of the Isonzo. Other than the fact that this museum provokes a deep historical interest, it’s considered an ideal place for mystery enthusiasts. Set deep in the Soča Valley, the museum showcases items associated with the war, including the personal belongings of the deceased soldiers, and it is believed that those items’ souls still reside in the museum. Up to now, there have been numerous ‘eyewitness’ testimonies from museum employees and visitors. Some of them say that they have noticed moving objects. Others report sudden fąlling temperatures, the faint sounds of marching soldiers, and shots fired from a distance. While we don’t know whether all these paranormal occurrences actually happen or not, they do instill suspense. Final Thoughts Slovenia has several places that are believed to be haunt3d, and it is always intriguing to travel to them and learn more about the history of this country. This makes us encourage you to take advantage of these haunt3d places if you plan to visit the cultural landmarks of the country. Who knows, maybe you will end up being among those lucky ones who meet supernatural creatures along the way!

Memory Foam Nov 10th, 2015 Memory Foam "There's monsters under my bed!" Jimmy screamed throwing himself between his startled parents. Mommy wrapped him up while Daddy offered assurances that monsters weren't real. Jimmy pleaded with him to go make sure so he pulled himself up and plodded down the hall. All was well until they heard a loud thumping noise followed by silence. Jimmy's mother decided to check on her husband, leaving Jimmy alone in the dark. Jimmy heard the creaks of the floor and another loud thump; then silence. Jimmy lay there, hoping that his imagination was just running wild. He decided to go and find out what was going on. Tiptoeing his way around the creaking floorboards he peeked in through the keyhole to see his mother wiping the floor and his father leaned over his bed. Jimmy opened the door slowly. His mother hopped up, hiding her hands behind her back. "Sorry ," she said to him gently. "Your father slipped on a toy and tore your bed. He's sewing it back up and I'm just cleaning up." His dad finished and walked over to him. "Why don't you sleep with us tonight champ?" he said, as he picked him up. Jimmy fell asleep easily, safely tucked between his parents. Jimmy's parents seemed odd the next day. After dinner they put him to bed without a word. He realized that his bed felt very lumpy and wondered if his father had re-sewn it incorrectly. He went to find his parents, but the door was locked. He banged on it, but eventually made his way back to his lumpy bed and fell asleep. He questioned his parents the next morning about the bed and the door and his father sternly replied that he was too old to be afraid of monsters and they would be locking him in his room at night until he had gotten over it. That night was cold and sleep did not come quickly. Laying under his blanket he noticed that even with the fan blowing, something was beginning to smell. He tried to ignore it, but ended up sleeping on the floor. He convinced his parents to check his bed the following morning, but they found no smell or strange lumps. For lying, his father locked Jimmy in his room for the day. Time passed slowly and by late afternoon Jimmy was nauseous with hunger, made worse by the potent smell coming from his bed in the afternoon heat. Determined to find the smell, he cut open the line of stitching his father had sewn. There, surrounded by stuffing, were the decaying but recognizable, b0dies of his parents. He began to scream at the sight of their rotting skin. He kept screaming until a knock came on the door. "Jimmy? Are you okay?" Came his mother's voice, then his father's, "Remember Jimmy, there are no monsters under the bed." honeybadgerme2

The Ethics of Work Aug 14th, 2015 The Ethics of Work I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do. It’s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that I’ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. I’ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to one’s livelihood as well as anything else. I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didn’t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of one’s life? Not many can say they’ve been blessed like that. My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, I’m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face. Speaking of smiles, my clients are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face. I guess it was inevitable that I’ve begun taking my work home with me. It’s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practise my work as often as I can. I think that’s what gotten me into trouble. I’ve been relieved of my job, because of my “off the clock” work. I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though I’m now on the other side of them. I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see. In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.

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5 Spooky Places in Norway for Thrill-Seeker Adventurers June 5, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 3 minutes If you love horror stories and unusual experiences, then Norway might be the best possible place you can visit to satisfy your thrills. Gh0st tours and haunt3d attractions range from old castles that are believed to be haunt3d to mines with strange spirits. That’s why the country attracts tourists and adventure seekers from all over the world. Today, we’ll walk you through 5 of the most creepy places in Norway that are definitely worth visiting if you’re brave enough to handle the eerie tales. Akershus Fortress, Oslo This fantastic place is on the side of the hill of Oslo Fjord. Its history starts in the XIII century with pretty tense facts. Today, locals consider it among the most haunt3d sites in Norway. That’s because Mantelgeisten is said to be seen in the corridors of the building, accompanied by the cold breeze, dressed in a long gown. A dog’s spirits are also reportedly present at the fortress. Believe it or not, one of them is the demon dog͢ Malcanisen, but unfortunately, anybody who is lucky enough to set eye's on the dog͢ is believed to be đeađ. The atmosphere of Akershus Fortress is so chilling that the review of Helll Spin Casino in Norway even recommends visiting this haunt3d site for gamblers to whom just gambling on reliable websites isn’t enough and who are looking for some extra thrıllıng experience. Just be careful, if you visit this place at night, you should definitely expect an unforgettable and unusual experience. Nidaros Cathedral, Trondheim This cathedral is located on the grave of Saint Olav. This is where its dark̵ history came from. These mysteries include the ghostly figure of the Monk, who is known to wander around the Nidaros Cathedral Nidaros Cathedral, especially around the tomb area. Many visitors have pointed out that they experience sudden changes in the temperature and whispers of the unknown while exploring the cathedral. The mystical feeling surrounding Nidaros Cathedral makes it captivating to visit for those interested in paranormal or supernatural activity. Lier Sykehus, Lier Lier Sykehus is an actual structure – a mentαl asylum left unused in Buskerud County, Norway, that one could only describe as your typical horror flick haunt3d house. It was founded in the 1920s and functioned during the 1980s. Later, it was closed because of some unethical experiments and mysterious inhumane treatments that took place in the building. Since then, the children’s complex building has remained abandoned and deteriorated to attract such as gh0st hunters and challengers. It is said that to this very day, people heard the screams of a woman on the second floor, saw a man’s shadow moving across the wall, and felt an instant fear. Well-maintained corridors with actors breathıng down your neck, dark̵ cells, and relentless dim lighting make it a genuine horror factory for the ones who are interested in the history of lier sykehus. Fredriksten Fortress, Halden One of the best-known and most famous defensible structures is the Fredriksten Fortress, found in Halden, which is also considered a haunt3d place. The fortress became especially famous after the bãttlé that took place in 1718 when King Charles XII of Sweden met his mysterious fate. Even after centuries, we still don’t know whether he was kılled intentionally or by accıdent. The folklore surrounding his dEath makes people believe that Alexander’s spırıt remains in the fortress to this day. Many heard moaning, footsteps, and a lot of things that are scary if you are too brave, for daring to stay there. Røros, Sør-Trøndelag Finally, it is time to talk about an old mining city with a spooky background. Røros is a town that originated in the seventeenth century as a mining town, and the wooden houses and asymmetrical streets depict the historical ambiance of the city. However, many stories of the paranormal are in the town, mainly because of the highly miserable existence and fatal outcomes of the miners. Some of the most remarkable stories include the moonlight miner Johan Falkberget, who is believed to have d*ed, and his spırıt roaming the town. Some claims associated with paranormal incidents include cold breezing, flickering lights, and even ghostly/orbs-like objects. Such kind of spooky experiences and history make it a unique place in Norway where people can feel the energy of the unexplained possibility of being seen by ghcsts. Final Thoughts As you can see, many people see the gloomy and beautiful scenery of Norway as an ideal destination to encounter ghcsts and supernatural happenings. It doesn’t matter whether you’re an experienced gh0st hunter who’s looking for another adventure or just an ordinary citizen who decided to turn into a supernatural detective, one thing is for sure: these places will provide you with extraordinary experience. Plus, you’ll learn more about eerie aspects of Norwegian culture.

. 9 years ago The First of Many I’m sleeping in my bed. A creaking sound comes from outside my bedroom window. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s 12:04. I always wake up at 12:04. The creaking gets louder and more intense. I roll out of bed and open my curtains to see what’s causing the noise. There in the yard is a tall, thin black figure with a pale white face. It has no nose, and just two empty sockets for eyes. It’s oblong mouth is shaking, obviously the source of the creaking noise. The thing’s cheekbones are sunken in, and it’s ribs jut out of it's shadowy skin. There’s an aura of smog surrounding it. As soon as I look into it’s lifeless sockets it releases an ear piercing shriek. I let go of the curtains and run to my door. I have to warn my parents and make sure my sister is safe. As soon as I open the door it’s in my hallway waiting. I freeze. The air turns icy. It slowly reaches one of it's long skinny arms towards me. I still can’t move. It has three long jagged fingers. Being this close, I can see that it's flesh is scarred, twisted and torn. Blacker than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s longest finger hooks under my jaw, and through my mouth. I try to scream but nothing but a wet gurgle comes out. A proud hum comes from the thing’s chest. It seems proud. It lifts me off my feet and pins me to the wall by my chin. It’s other hand slowly digs all three of it's dagger- like fingers into my neck. I’m choking now. It releases me, and I slide down the wall. It looks down at me and my vision starts to flicker. Then it turns, and with two long strides, sneaks into my parents bedroom. I try making any kind of noise to warn them, but nothing comes out. I hear muffled screaming. Then nothing. It pokes it’s head out of the door to make sure I’m still watching. Then it drags my parent’s bloodƴ corpses into the hallway. Their throats are slit. It lays them side by side in front of me. Only a foot away from my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut and wish to dıe already. I feel claws on my eyes. It pinches my eyelids and with one fluid motion rips them both off. Everything burns. I can barely make out my parents’ faces through all the red. It leans down and presses it's cheek to theirs. The corners of it's dark mouth lift into a wicked grin. Everything goes black. I wake up in bed. It’s 12:04. There’s a creaking coming from the window.

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Añadido 12.08.2011 a las 13:38 por guillecarlos | Edward Mordrake era un inglés que tenía un rostro extra en la nuca. De acuerdo a las historias que se cuentan de él, el rostro no podía hablar ni comer, pero podía reír y llorar. Edward suplicó a los médicos que le extrajeran este gemelo demoniaco porque, supuestamente, le susurraba cosas horribles en la noche, pero ningún médico se atrevió a intentarlo. Edward cometió suicidio a la edad de 23 años.

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 16 hr. ago 2Casca_2Red Jessica curled up on her bed as her mum cautiously waltzed into the room and said, "I understand wanting to fit in... but I just don't want you to feel like you have to change who you are." That night, surrounded by the leering, fanged smiles of her new friends, Jessica slowly exposed her neck and said, "Do it."

"Come on, Sheldon," Krabs said. "You get that patty back here, I'm warning ye." Sheldon Plankton had tried countless times to steal the recipe, but Mr. Krabs had always been a step ahead. Plankton whined. "I've got a restaurant to run too, you know." Krabs ignored the protest, his beady eyes never leaving the control panel of his latest contraption. Plankton felt a prick and looked to see a small dart. "Whoah.." He managed to squeak before the world started to spin around him. His legs felt like gelatin, and he could see the edges of his vision blurring as the tranquilizer began to take effect. Krabs cackled with satisfaction as he watched Plankton frame wobble. "That, me hearty, was yer ticket to a little... unscheduled nap. Now, don't go anywhere, I've got business to attend to." The tranquilizer spread through Plankton's body, turning his muscles to jelly. His eye grew heavier, his thoughts slowing to a crawl. As the darkness claimed him, he was vaguely aware of the cold steel surrounding him, the echoes of his own voice bouncing around the chamber. "What are you planning, Krabs?" he slurred, the words barely audible through his fading consciousness. He couldn't let Krabs win again. He got the dart off himself, but not before it'd take effect. He noticed a lever that looked out of place, and with a hopeful thought, he threw himself at it. His tiny form hit the lever with surprising force, and he heard the sound of gears grinding to life. The walls of the chamber began to vibrate, and a faint light grew in the distance. Plankton stumbled towards the light. It grew brighter, revealing a small hatch, turning his thoughts into a thick fog. He had to focus on the light, on the escape that lay before him. With a herculean effort, he managed to pull himself to the hatch. The metal was cold and slick with condensation. He fumbled with the lock, his tiny hands slipping off repeatedly. Each failed attempt was met with a groan of frustration that seemed to echo through the chamber. But Plankton's resolve was unyielding. He had to get out. He had to show Krabs that he wasn't going down without a fight. As the tranquilizer continued to take hold, Plankton's movements grew more erratic, his coordination slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. His vision narrowed to a pinprick, the light from the hatch the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His breaths grew shallower, his heartbeat a distant drum in his chest. He could feel the darkness closing in, the sedative's embrace threatening to pull him under. He tried to focus on the hatch, his eye crossing with the effort. The lever was his lifeline, and he had to get it open. But his hands, once so nimble, now felt like overstuffed sausages attached to his wrists. He slapped at the metal, his fingertips barely grazing the edge. Each failure brought with it a wave of drowsiness that threatened to swamp him. "Must... stay... awake," he mumbled, his voice barely more than a whisper. The light from the hatch grew more enticing, beckoning him to give in to the warm embrace of sleep. But Plankton had faced worse than a simple nap before. He'd been flattened, shrunk, and even temporarily turned into a Krabby Patty. This was just another hurdle in the never-ending saga of his life. The world around him swayed. His thoughts were as elusive. He knew he was close to losing consciousness, and with it, any hope of victory. With a tremendous effort, he focused his gaze on the hatch, willing his arms to move. His body felt like it was made of cooked spaghetti, but he had to keep fighting. "Open... open...," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. His hand reached for the lever, slipping off several times before finally catching it. The metal was cold and slippery against his skin, but he held on, his determination stronger than the tranquilizer's grip. He pushed with all his might, his eye sliding shut against his will. The hatch gave a little, and a burst of cool, fresh water spurted out. The sensation brought a moment of clarity, and Plankton realized that he had to act fast before he lost the battle against his heavy eyelid. He gritted his teeth and pushed with everything he had, the lethargy in his limbs slowly dissipating. The hatch groaned in protest before swinging open with a metallic screech. The chamber floor tilted and spun beneath him, and he barely registered the rush of water that flooded the room. His eyesight swimming with stars, Plankton threw himself through the opening, his body landing with a thump in a narrow, pipe-like corridor beyond. The water sloshed around him, carrying him away from the chamber. He had no idea where the pipe led, but it was a path to freedom, and he had to follow it. The tranquilizer made his thoughts as murky as the water around him. He tried to remember the layout of the Chum Bucket, but it was like trying to piece together a jigsaw puzzle that had been tossed into a blender. His brain felt as though it was wrapped in seaweed, each thought a struggle to form. Plankton knew he had to keep moving, but his body didn't seem to agree. His eyelids drooped, threatening to close and pull him into the abyss of sleep. The pipe leads him right to SpongeBob. "W-who...what...wha...?" Plankton slurred as the water receded, his legs still feeling like they were made of rubber. His eye blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness of the lights outside the chamber. He found himself face to face with a concerned SpongeBob, who was staring at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Plankton?" Sponge Bob's voice was filled with confusion. "What are you doing here?" Plankton tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled mess of words. "K-Krabs...tranq-tranq...recipe...nap..." SpongeBob's confusion grew with every incoherent syllable that tumbled from Plankton's mouth. "What's going on, buddy?" "Sponge Bob...sorry...so sleepy," Plankton murmured, voice childlike. "Krabs...put me to beddy-bye...but no nap-nap." Sponge Bob looked around, his spongy brow furrowed. "Mr. Krabs didn't do anything to you, did he?" Concern etched into his porous features as he bent down to help. Plankton was a persistent pest, but Sponge Bob had a soft spot for the tiny creature. He knew deep down that Plankton's heart was in the right place, even if his methods were...less than desirable. The corridor grew dimmer as the sedative dragged Plankton under. His voice grew quieter, his words slurring into a sleepy lilt. "Krabs...so sneaky...sleepy...patty...nap time..." His eye rolled back and his body went limp. The tranquilizer had done its job, and now Plankton was out cold. "Oh no, not another one of Mr. Krabs' contraptions!" He didn't know what the crab had been up to, but he knew he had to help. Gently, he propped Plankton up. The sight of the sleep dart on the ground was the clue he needed. "Oh, Plankton," he whispered, his heart sinking. He tried shaking him gently, calling his name in a soft, urgent voice. Plankton's head lolled back, but he remained deeply asleep. "Wake up, Plankton," Sponge Bob pleaded, patting his cheek with a spongy hand. Plankton remained unresponsive. "Mr. Krabs, what have you done?" He whispered to himself, his heart racing. In all their years of rivalry, Krabs had never used a tranquilizer on his arch-nemesis. This was a new low, even for the penny-pinching crustacean. "Come on, Plankton," Sponge Bob said, his voice a mix of worry and determination. "You can't just nap here like a jellyfish." He didn't flinch. His eye remained closed, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern as he breathed in and out, completely oblivious to the world around him. Krabs had gone too far. He had to get him out somewhere safe where he could sleep off the tranquilizer. Sponge Bob had to get Plankton back to the Chum Bucket, where he could wake up safely. "Karen, Karen!" Sponge Bob called out as he laid Plankton down on the cold, metal floor of his lab. "Look what happened!" "Oh dear, Sponge Bob," she said, her voice synthetic but filled with worry. "Mr. Krabs really outdid himself this time." Sponge Bob nods. He gently patted his friend's cheek, willing him to stir. "Plankton, come on, wake up," he whispered, his voice thick with concern. Plankton was out for the count, so they wait the sedative to wear off. Plankton's features in sleep, his mouth slightly open, emitting faint snores that were barely audible. Even his eyebrow, which often furrowed in determination or anger, were now soft arches on his forehead. But as the tranquilizer's grip slowly loosened, the first stirrings of consciousness began to ripple through. His eye flickered open, and for a moment, he stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, blinking in confusion. The world was a blur of colors and shapes that slowly began to resolve themselves into the familiar surroundings of his Chum Bucket lab. Groaning, Plankton blinked and slowly, the room came into focus. Karen's screens were alight with concern, and Sponge Bob hovered over him, his spongy hands wringing together nervously. "Wha...?" Plankton mumbled, but everything came rushing back to him. "Krabs," he spat. Sponge Bob looked down at him with a mix of confusion and relief. "You were...uh, you were tranquilized," Sponge Bob explained, his voice tentative. Plankton's eye narrowed, and a low growl built in his throat. The fuzzy memories of the chamber and Krabs' laughter grew sharper. "That cheap, slimy...crustacean! Where is he?" "Mr. Krabs isn't here," he said. "I brought you here." Plankton's gaze sharpened, his curiosity piqued. "Why would you do that?" he slurred, his voice thick with distrust. "You work for him." Sponge Bob's expression was earnest. "Because, Plankton, sometimes doing what's right is more important than where you work. Besides, I'm quitting my job and will work for you; it's what friends do."

Science › Biology › Biology Prefixes and Suffixes: hem- or hemo- or hemato- The prefix (hem- or hemo- or hemato-) refers to blood. It is derived from the Greek (haimo-) and Latin (haemo-) for blood. Hemangioma (hem-angi-oma): a tumor consisting primarily of newly formed blood vessels. It is a common benign tumor that appears as a birthmark on the skın. A hemangioma may also form on muscle, bone, or organs. Hematic (hemat-ic): of or relating to blood or its properties. Hematocrit (hemato-crit): the process of separating blood cells from plasma in order to obtain the ratio of the volume of red blood cells per given volume of blood. Hematoid (hemat-oid): - resembling or relating to blood. Hematology (hemato-logy): field of medıcıne concerned with the study of blood including dıseases of the blood and bone marrow. Blood cells are produced by blood-forming tissue in bone marrow. Hematoma (hemat-oma): abnormal accumulation of blood in an organ or tıssue as a result of a broken blood vessel. A hematoma can also be a cáncer that occurs in the blood. Hematopoiesis (hemato-poiesis): the process of forming and generating blood components and blood cells of all types. Hematuria (hemat-uria): the presence of blood in urine resulting from leakage in the kidneys or another part of the urinary tract. Hematuria may also indicate a urinary system disease, such as bladder cáncer. Hemoglobin (hemo-globin): iron-containing proteın found in red blood cells. Hemoglobin binds oxygen molecules and transports oxygen to body cells and tissues through the bloodstream. Hemolymph (hemo-lymph): fluid similar to blood that circulates in arthropods such as spiders and insects. Hemolymph may also refer to both blood and lymph of the human bødy. Hemolysis (hemo-lysis): destruction of red blood cells as a result of cell rupture. Some pathogenic microbes, plant poıson, and snake venoms can cause red blood cells to rupture. Exposure to h͞igh concentrations of chem1cals, such as arsenic and lead, can also cause hemolysis. Hemophilia (hemo-philia): a sex-linked blood disørder characterized by excessive bleeding due to a defect in a blood clotting factor. A person with hemophilia has a tendency to bleed uncontrollably. Hemoptysis (hemo-ptysis): the spewing or coughing up of blood from the lungs or aırways. Hemorrhage (hemo-rrhage): abnormal and excessive flow of blood. Hemorrhoids (hemo-rrhoids): swollen blood vessels located in the ani canal. Hemostasis (hemo-stasis): the fırst stage of wound healing in which the stoppage of blood flow from damaged blood vessels occurs. Hemothorax (hemo-thorax): an accumulation of blood in the pleural cavıty (space between the chest wall and lungs). A hemothroax may be caused by trauma to the chest, lung infections, or a blood clot in the lungs. Hemotoxin (hemo-toxin): a toxin that destroys red blood cells by inducing hemolysis. Exotoxins produced by some bacteria are hemotoxins.

What’s in the basement? ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

Unknown Female Infant Found Baby in a Creek. Đeađ Bødy Discovered in Race at Rose Valley. New Born Child Fished Out of the Water in the Rear of Fausts' Tannery on Monday--No Clue to Parties Whom Neglected the Baby--Coroner investigating. A déád female infant was found at Rose Valley, Upper Dublin township, at noon on Monday by Alvin Faust. It's discovery caused considerable excitement in the ancient village. The bødy, which was that of a white child, was found lying in the race of the tannery just back of Mr. Faust's new residence and near the small bridge which spans the creek. The bødy was that of a child apparently but a few hours old. From appearances the child could not have been placed there before late Sunday evening as Mr. Faust uses the bridge frequently during the day in passing from his house to the barn of his farm, which lies just over the creek to the south. The discovery was immediately phoned to the Coroner's office at Norristown and instructions were returned to place the corps in the hands of Undertaker Davis, of Ambler which was done immediately. Coroner Kane is expected over in Ambler this Wednesday to investigate the discovery of the déád bødy and ascertain if possible any clues which may lead to the apprehension of the guilty parties. Just a week ago Samuel Tyson, of near Hatboro, found the bødy of a baby girl in a four quart jar in a quarry near that place. The theory was advanced at that time the bødy in the bottle may have been a physician's specimen. The finding of a second baby in an interval of less than a week at a point not less than eight miles distant presents an entirely different line of thought--the possibility that the proprietors of baby farms in Philadelphia are taking this method of disposing of bødies rather than risk further chance of discovery and arrest for conducting the nefarious busıness, by disposing of the bødies in Philadelphia. [Source: Ambler Gazette, April 7, 1904, p. 1. Submitted by Nancy.]

Drunk and hopeless, he stumbled to the garage and started the table saw, then slowly lowered his wrists toward the screaming blxde. ‘Hands’ by minnboy 2027 The doctor pulled the stethoscope ear tips out and hung the device around his neck. “Sir, all of your tests have come back neg͘at͟ive and my examination shows nothing abnormal.” He knew what was coming next, “I’m not cRaZy, Doctor.” “I’m sorry, but there is no phүsical reason for why you occasionally lose cøntrøl of your hands. A psychologist can help…”. “I don’t need therapy. I need answers. They seem to have a lįfe all their own. I can’t hold a jøb. I’m under ınvestıgatıon for as*ault. I almost kılled my neighbor. This can’t go on. I’ll try anything at this point.” After two weeks on a new medıcatıon, he saw no progress҉ and grew increasingly depressed. He was convinced that despite what the doctors said, it was not a psychological prxblem. That night, frustrated and angry, sat in a chair and drank bourbon. Drunk and hopeless, he stumbled to the garage and started the table saw, then slowly lowered his wrists toward the screaming blxde. Detective entered the garage where several uniformed officers stood over the blood-soaked bødy. “So what do we get?” he asked, taking in the blood-splattered sc3ne.”This is a weırd one, Detective.” “How so?” “Take a look at the bødy. He apparently chopped ơff his hands with the table saw and bled to dEath.” Detective knelt. “And?” “And we can’t find his hands anywhere.”

Pretending to be asleep doesn’t work ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a mvrderer carrying the bødies of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the bløød of the déád bødies. He then hides under the child's bed... The child is scared beyond relief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathing from under the bed... An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence... “I know you’re awake”. He senses something shift underneath his bed...

All I saw was red ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ I check into small hotel some kilometres away. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing, comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. M*rdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red..

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OCT 11 The Girl in the Photograph One school day, a boy named Twm was sitting in class and doing maths. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eyes. His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran so fast that no one else could grab it. He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was holding up two fingers, as if formed into a peace sign. She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “No.” He was devastated. When he was home, he asked his sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “No.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep. In the middle of the night Twm was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked to his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone. The next day again he asked his neighbours if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew. She said “No.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep. Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the girlish giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by car. He passed, with the picture in his hand. The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He saw a cute girl, holding up three fingers. made by arood / contributors: arood

ᵀʰᵉ ᴱⁿᵈ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ╰┈➤𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ╰┈➤𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ᵀʰᵉ ᶠˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ‧ "ʸᵉˢ!" ᴴᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ! ᴮᵘᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵒᵈ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ‧ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ?" ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᶻᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵘᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃʳ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈ 'ᶜᵒᵖᵉᵖᵒᵈ' ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ 'ᵖʳᵒᵗᵒᶻᵒᵃ' ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ˢᵃᵘᶜᵉ‧ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱˢᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ⸴ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ‧‧‧" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᔆᵃʸ ᵇʸᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ'ˢ‧‧‧" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ᴷᵃʳᵉⁿ ᵇᵉʸᵒⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵃⁱʳ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵘᵖ‧‧‧" "ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ! ᴺᵒ⸴ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ'ˢ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵘⁿᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʰⁱᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʳᵉⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘⁿᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ‧ "ᴺᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵘⁿⁱᵗ! ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᵏᵉⁿ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒˢˢ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵘⁿⁱᵗ‧ "ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵇᵃᵗᶜʰ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ ᵐᵉᵃᵗ‧‧‧" ᔆᵃⁱᵈ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ‧ "ᔆᵒʳʳʸ⸴ ᵇᵒʸ; ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᶠᶠᵒʳᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ʰᵉˡᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴳᵒᵒᵈⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ!" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᶻᵒᵒᵖˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵇᵃᵗᶜʰ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵒᵇᵇᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ‧‧‧" "ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ? ᴬʰʰ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʷⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶜⁱᵒᵘˢⁿᵉˢˢ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ‧ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ʰⁱ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᵂᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʳᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧ ᵂᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ‧ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜⁱᵖᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵘˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ‧ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁿᵒʷ ᵒⁿ⸴ ᴵ'ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵃᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵘᵖ‧ "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ; ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒʷ‧‧‧" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵐᵇᵉʳ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ "ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵘᵐᵇ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃᵗᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒᵐᵒʳʳᵒʷ⸴ ˢᵒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ‧‧‧" ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ "ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ‧‧‧" ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ˢʰᵒᵖ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢʰᵒᵉˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏ‧ "ᵀᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᵉⁿ ᵇᵒᵈʸ‧ "ᴼʰ⸴ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵒᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ "ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠʳᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵘᶻᶻᵉʳ‧ "ᵂᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ! ᴴᵘʳʳʸ⸴ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ!" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉᑫᵘⁱᵖᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ "ᴴᵉ'ˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᵃˡⁱᵛᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ‧ ᵂᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶜᵗ ᑫᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ; ᵈᵒ ᵃˢ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗ!" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ‧ "ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵈ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉ‧‧‧" ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵉᵃᵈⁱˡʸ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ; ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵃⁿʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵇʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ; ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜⁱᵖᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜᵒʸ ᵒᶠ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᵉᵗᶜ‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵃʷᵒᵏᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵍⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ‧‧‧" "ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ?" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ‧ "ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ; ʷᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧‧‧ ᴵ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵃⁿᵈʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ‧ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵖʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵍʳᵉᵈⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵉʳᶜʰ ᴾᵉʳᵏⁱⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷˢ ᶜʳᵉʷ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ‧‧‧" "ʸᵉˢ!" 'ᴾᵉʳᶜʰ ᴾᵉʳᵏⁱⁿˢ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵉ⸴ ᵃˢ ʷᵉ ˢᵉᵉ ᴹʳ‧ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ⁿᵒʷ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵘⁿˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᵃᵇˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵗʳᵒᶜⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃⁿᵗ ʰᵃˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʳᵒᵇᵒˢˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵛⁱ́ᵃ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿⁱᶜⁱᵈᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵘᵗᶜʰᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ‧' puƎ ǝɥꓕ

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r/TwoSentenceHorror 17 min. ago cindybubbles To pass the time, everyone in our bunker played “Never have I ever …” and I pulled out a card that read “… had my head chopped off.” Everyone stayed still, except for one girl who bared the stitches round her neck...

ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴿʰʸᵐᵉˢ⠘ ⁻ɛˡⁱ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵘʳⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂᵉˡˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢᵃᵏᵉˢ‧‧ ⁻ᴳⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃʳˡᵒ "ᴳᵃᵗᵒ" ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴾᵉˡˡᵉᶜʰⁱᵃ ⁽ᵇᵒʳⁿ ¹⁰ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁸¹ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵃᶜᵃˢ⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉᶻᵘᵉˡᵃⁿ ʳᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳ‧ ⁻ᴬˡᵉˢˢᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴼᶠᴹ ᶜᵃᵖ‧ ⁽² ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ¹⁸⁸² – ⁶ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁷⁰⁾ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᴹᵃʸ ⁵⸴ ¹⁹⁶¹ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᴾʰᵒⁿᵉᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᔆᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᶜᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡʸ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿⁱˡˡˡᵃ ⁷⁴ ᔆᵉ́ʳᵉ́ⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ⁶⁷ ᶻᵃʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁶⁷

Mamushi Megan Thee Stallion “Mamushi” is a song collaboration between Megan Thee Stallion and the Japanese artist Yuki Chiba [ミーガン・ザ・スタリオン「Mamushi」ft. 千葉雄喜 歌詞] (Koshy アッツー) (Koshy attsuu) 私はスター I am a star スター Star ミーガン Megan Ah Ah 雄喜千葉 Yuki Chiba [Romanized:] (Koshy Attsū) Watashi wa sutā Sutā mīgan Ah Yūki Chiba I get money, I'm a star Star, star, star, star, star, star お金 稼ぐ 俺らは スター お金 稼ぐ 私は スター Where are the flowing stars heading? Living while granting wishes once again Singing with jewelry on The stars gathered in the studio Night after night, lots of alcohol at the hideout Just finished recording on the radio in Roppongi Then off to do TV shoots Cameras chasing after us on ladders Love the shiny diamonds They shine in the dark every night Greeting with a "Nice to meet you" I'm so happy, grateful I get money, I'm a star Star, star, star, star, star, star I get money, I'm a star Star, star, star, star, star, star We earn money, we're stars I earn money, I'm a star Star, star, star, star, sparkling I am a star 流れる 星たち どこに向かう？ また 願い叶えながら暮らす ジュエリー身につけたまま歌う スター達が集まったスタジオ 夜な夜な酒たくさん並ぶアジト さっきまで六本木で収録ラジオ そっからテレビ撮影するはしご カメラたち追いかけてる俺たちを 大好きピカピカのダイヤ 暗いとこ輝いてる毎晩 する挨拶 ありがたいな Nagareru hoshi-tachi doko ni mukau? Mata negai kanaenagara kurasu Juerī mi ni tsuketa mama utau Sutā-tachi ga atsumatta sutajio Yonayona sake takusan narabu ajito Sakki made roppongi de shūroku rajio Sokkara terebi satsuei suru hashigo Kamera-tachi oikake teru oretachi o Daisuki pikapika no daiya Kurai toko kagayai teru maiban I get money, I'm a star Star, star, star, star, star, star Make money, we are stars お金稼ぐ 私はスター Make money I'm a star スター スター スター スター キラキラ Star star star star sparkle 私はスター Make money, we are stars お金稼ぐ 私はスター Make money I'm a star スター スター スター スター キラキラ Star star star star sparkle 私はスター I am a star verse 流れる星たち どこに向かう？ Where are the shooting stars heading? また願い叶えながら暮らす I will live my life with my wishes coming true again 重力身につけたまま歌う Singing while wearing gravity on your sleeve スター 達が集まったスタジオ A studio filled with stars verse 夜な夜な酒たくさん並ぶアジト A hideout where alcohol is lined up every night さっきまで六本木で収録ラジオ Just now, I was recording a radio show in Roppongi. そっから テレビ撮影するはしご From there, we went to the TV shooting カメラたちを見かけている俺たちを We are watching the cameras verse 大好き ピカピカのダイヤ I love shiny diamonds 暗いどこかが焼いてる毎晩 Somewhere in the dark it's burning every night 私、可愛い いい身体

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