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Monsters and Ghosts

Monsters are real, also ghosts
They live inside us
And sometimes they win

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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

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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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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.

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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 

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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

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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.

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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...

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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.”.

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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.

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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.

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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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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

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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

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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.

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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

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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。」

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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.

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The Growths

May 12, 2008 / Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness / anonymously authored / 2 minutes of reading

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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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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.

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My Fear of Water
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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.


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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.

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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. 

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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!

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Nov 10th, 2015

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"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."

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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

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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.

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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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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.

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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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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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Appropriate horror rules
Appropriate readability. 

Be gentle with violence. Stay miles away from gore. No firearms. Use blood sparingly — if any. If there is any depiction of a physical struggle, it must be part of the fantasy.
Do not threaten or encourage harmful behaviour, such as mentioning drugs. This includes alcohol and cigarettes.
No cruelty of any kind!

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 (CSAM) misinformation etc.
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𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜. 
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗-𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝.
𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔.
𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜:

~𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 '𝚘𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛' 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
~𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕. 
~𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 '𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝'
~𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
~𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎) 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 
~𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 (𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕)

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗) 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 (𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.) 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 (𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.) 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖, 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛. 

𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜!

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 yr. ago
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After tucking my son into bed he says "check under it for monsters under my bed"
I found my son hiding under it whimpering "Daddy, there's someone on my bed..."

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People may like horror for many different reasons. 
Personification of non-human's, perspective, etc.
There's some considerate guidelines to take in-to account.
Of course, horror's meant to be scary, but not to frightening as to cause panic attack.
Trigger warnings may give away the ending or some plot twist. Here are some tips:

~Profanity. Can say like 'oh dear' or something.
~Gore, avoiding unnecessary graphic detail. 
~Animals. Can be something like 'the dog growls at presence of ghost'
~Self harm, etc. You can, however, have a character sacrifice oneself.
~Abuse (like exploitation, arranged marriage) although you can imply abduct, poison, etc. 
~Stereotyping groups (portraying certain authorities, religions, cultures, etc. as disrespectful)

You can use (with discretion) controversial topics (execution, foeticide, the double effect, etc.) lightly.
You can mention potential topics (cannibal, baby death, poisons, apocalypse, etc.) in story insofar as it partains to the plot, but no glorifying trauma.
You can have the narrator be the villain, victim, or bystander. 

Have fun writing, and heed your emotions!

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 ‘Seeing Red (The First Day of School)’ by Zenryhao

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. 
I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. 
When I look at people, I can…sense a sort of aura around them. A colour outline based on 
how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a 
solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow 
orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that 
takes people “before their time” as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red 
end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I’ll see someone who’s basically a stoplight. 
Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. It’s such a rush to see them 
and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout 
out my classmates’ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh.
But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of 
my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in 
and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...

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Tuesday, March 31st, 2015 | I only go shopping at night


The cashier swipes my items across the scanner as I stare at the floor. 
I find it easiest to get through my anxiety by avoiding eye contact with other people. That’s why I only go shopping at night 
fewer people to avoid.

“Did you find everything okay?” she asks casually.

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble to the floor. Her voice sounds nice. Pleasant. Curiosity wins over and I glance up.

The cashier’s head is completely caved in on the left side. Probably a car accident. 
I snap my gaze back down towards the floor.

After I pay she gives back my change in a hand so mangled 
I’m surprised it can hold anything at all.

Thanking her, I grab my bags and turn towards the exit. Immediately I see a man looking through magazines at the store
front. The skin on his face and hands is the consistency of a hot dog that fell into a campfire. Burn victim.
I rush out the door as fast as I can. In my car I finally catch my breath as I lean my forehead on the steering wheel. 
Eventually I look up and see my familiar reflection in the rear-view mirror: my head is blown open in the back. Gunshot victim.

Why did I ever wish for the power to see how people die?

Credit to reddit user resistance1984

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 ‘First Words‘ by alatus_corruptrix
Any day now, she’ll say her first words. 
My wife and I have been playfully betting on what she’ll say first – ‘Mamá’ or ‘Daddy.’ 
I can hear my wife crooning over and over while she feeds her ‘Mama’s little girl! Mamá loves you so much!’ 
Sometimes, she’s not even subtle about it – ‘Say ‘Mamá!’ Come on! ‘Mamá!” I don’t mind it though. I still believe 
I’ll win. When we first brought her home, she would scream and cry and nothing my wife would say could calm her down. Ours must be a daddy’s girl. 
I sit her in her chair and my wife and I begin babbling like chickens – ‘Mamá!’ ‘Daddy!’ ‘Say Mamá!’ ‘Who’s daddy’s baby?’ I pull the gag from our little girl’s mouth.
“P-please… what do you want from me? Please, let me go…”
My wife’s smile falls from her face. With a heavy heart, I put the gag back in as the girl starts to scream. 
I take her back and dispose of her. When I return, I find my wife crying.
“It’s ok, honey,” I tell her; “the next one will be better, I promise.”

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I NEED SOME BREAD AND CEREAL TOO

June 7, 2017 

@hellofinah


You get a phone call from your Mum. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery 
store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken...
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. 
Cashier makes an odd remark to you:  “you know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage...” 
Once arriving at mum's home, you knock several times.

No answer.

You decide to try the door.

It opens.

You place the grocery bag on the counter.

Strange.

There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In some bags, the chicken and milk
have gone stale. You call out for mum, but no reply. You make your way through the kitchen
and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her detached head neatly resting on her lap, is mum.

Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for
nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give
your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime
scene investigator.

“It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into series of repetitive behaviour” he says.

You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do
they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off.

“Hello?”

“Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need
some bread and cereal too.”

“No problem, mum; I’ll be right over…”

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Horror Short Story: The Accident
In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done.

Written by: Reddit user Minnboy

Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. 
An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas 
and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.

Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? 
Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me.

There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. 
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 days ago
ChungusMcFunkopop


My wife grabbed my arm tightly, and said "whatever you hear on the other side 
of that door, DO NOT open it".
My wife's voice coming from the other side is
yelling "HONEY IT'S NOT REALLY ME IN THERE - GET OUT NOW"

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“I came home from a hard day of work only to find my girlfriend holding 
our child. I didn’t know which was more horrifying, seeing my dead 
girlfriend and child, or knowing someone put them there.” -Edwin Reifer

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r/shortscarystories
23 hr. ago
captain-howdy2323


Unknown Stranger



Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself.
I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. 
I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath".
He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. 
This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.

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Avoid~
-profanity
-animal loss
-stereotyping
-ignorance

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The Vanishing Hitch-Hiker
Author: Jan Harold Brunvand

This next eerie story is about a man driving home late in the night when he spots a girl asking for a 
hitchhike. The pretty girl is dressed in a beautiful white dress. The man offers her a ride and they 
strike up an interesting conversation. He drops the girl at her home.

Next day, while driving for work he notices that the girl by accident has forgotten her sweater in his car. 
He drives towards her home to hand over the sweater. An old lady opens the door when he 
rings the bell. He narrates the incident which occurred last night and gives the sweater to the lady.

The lady refuses to accept it, saying he is mistaken. The man is surprised and questions the lady again. 
He is dumbstruck and left in an unsettling situation when the lady says her daughter died in a car accident a couple of years ago.

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As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs.

From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag

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avoid writing about-
~animals
~unnecessary detail
~certain groups
-in such stories

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I Begged You
“Please, I am literally begging you,” I warn, but the executioner only sighs and
gives me a truly sorrowful look...

The chaplain sits beside me. “Once he pushes the button, death will come 
soon after,” he explains, even though I have heard it so
many times before already. “Any final words?”

“Just, again, I tell you, begging you not to do this,” I say.
clean conscience.

That’s the thing, though; I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my
The chaplain nods sadly, sorrowful that I do not face my executioner with a
clean conscience.

That’s the thing, though. I haven’t murdered anyone. It’s been this way my
entire life. I don’t know why, but whenever I would accidentally hurt myself
others near me would receive the wound. I once got a paper cut in class that
caused the three people around me to bleed from their fingers. In high school, I
was in a car accident, and even though my side of the car was hit, my girlfriend
developed a broken leg.

I’m always very careful. I take care of myself, trying to stay in the very best of
health. But when I was mugged by that trio and he shot me in the face, theirs
exploded, not mine. And when the cops came, they found me kneeling by
their bodies, trying to figure out what to do and stupidly holding their gun.

Around thirty seconds after the execution started, I see both the executioner
and chaplain fall to the floor with a hard thump. “I begged you,” I repeat sadly.

—stellarpath

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 hr. ago
villianrules
 
After taking the ancestry test I discovered that I was related to a serial killer.

It makes me so proud of continuing the legacy.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
5 yr. ago
netflixandskill


my son was reported missing last week

they found him but it's not my son

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“I woke up in a joyful mood and went to my mirror with a smile on my face; only, my reflection wasn’t smiling back at me.” -Aubrey Lichtfield

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I thought telling the genie “I want to live forever” 
But the universe went dark 3 billion years ago
by douggold11

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The End
From Redditor u/MrCookieCutter:

For the first time in recorded history, no humans died today.

Granted, that's because the last one died yesterday.

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“I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. As I stood in- 
front of the mirror, there was no one staring back at me.” -Lucas Smelser

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no-
~pets
~unnecessary detail
~crims
-in said stories

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avoid-
~losing animals
~excessive detail
~inaccurate portrayal of certain people
~making fun of groups

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r/shortscarystories
4 yr. ago
myymyy
 
Rollercoaster

"Mooooom, I don't like it. I want to get off!"

I was a bit surprised. He had always been so brave. I was way more afraid than him when we got on. I never liked to be so high up from the ground. "This will be so much fun!", he had said when we were parking the car. I had kinda hoped he would be strong for both of us.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry but we can't get off now, the ride has already started. But remember the small rollercoaster, in the park we went to when you were little? With the funny clown? This is just like that, only bigger. And remember how AWESOME it was?"

My son looked at me with watery eyes. 

He had been so excited about this. I tried to swallow my own nervousness and keep talking to calm him down. My voice was shaking a bit, but I managed to put on a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. You might feel a bit funny in your stomach. It's because of the speed and the changes in the force that pushes you. It's normal! Listen, do you hear? Other people are scared too."

He looked at me with his kind, blue eyes and nodded. Just barely. I wanted to hug him, but my back was pressing to the seat so heavily I couldn't move enough. So was his. My eyes caught a glimpse of the sun over my sons head. The sky was so bright. I tried to ignore the metallic clanging sound and people screaming somewhere that seemed to be so far away. Oh, how I missed the ground.

Then I felt a big drop on my stomach. We were going faster and faster. My son started sobbing and I tightened my grib on his hand. I thought that he would become such a handsome man someday. He would end up having a good life, and marry a nice girl - or a guy, who knows? I didn't care as long as he was happy. That's all I wanted. For him to be happy and not scared.

"Hey, you know what? Close your eyes. This will be over soon. I'm here. I'm not letting go."

Someone behind us started to scream. I felt my blood run cold. I tried to keep my focus on the one thing that mattered: my sons hand and my calm voice that kept telling him that it was all going to be okay.

Oh, he would become such a handsome man someday. But at this moment he was just a 6 year old boy on his first flight, going to surprise his grandparents all the way across the country.

And the last thing I saw before I closed my own eyes, was the second engine on fire...

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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?

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下次，你會記得我的

你是否曾走進房間，發現一個吸血鬼？

你的心臟是否加速跳動，盡管你的腿拒絕跳動？

轉眼間，當這個怪物在黑暗中穿過房間時，你是否感到時間變慢？

當它把一只爪子放在你的頭上，另一只放在你的下巴，使你傾斜，露出你的脖
子時，你是否害怕得發抖？

當它粗糙、幹燥的舌頭順著你的臉頰，滑過你的下巴，到達你的喉嚨，尋找你
的動脈時，你是否掙扎著扭動？

當它探測你的脈搏時，你是否感覺到它的熱氣在你的皮膚上發出嘶嘶聲 — 那
是通向你大腦的氣流。

它的舌頭是否停留在那兒，微微跳動，貌似在品味這一刻？

當你發現並非所有的吸血鬼都以血為食 — 有些吸血鬼以記憶為食時，你是否

經歷過一種沈淪、噁心的黑暗？

你是否曾經……咳咳，讓我重新描述這個問題：你是否曾經走進一個房間，突
然忘記了你為什麽進來？

原文作者：IPostAtMidnight

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I destroy the monsters you don’t ever want to know about.
by KMApok
'Why is there bad in the world?'
It’s a common question, but it is misplaced.
Light and dark.
Without one, the other cannot exist.
I roam the Earth, disposing of the bad wherever I find it.
I destroy the ones you don’t even want to know about. 
I eliminate them completely so you can sleep at night. 
You people have no idea how many of you live because of the suffocating work I do.
'What about criminals, Mussolini, Adolph...'
Well, those are the 'minor' ones I had to let live. 
For balance. 
The ones I suffocatingly destroy are too horrible and vile to even speak of...
You see, I would wager you never have heard of me, specifically in any religious texts.
Still I bet you have known of me. Some, for example, have their own name for me: SID's 
short for what you might call Sudden Infant Death Syndrome..

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
chacde3


Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.”
I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.

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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

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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

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ᴺᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ!

ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ⁱˢ ᵃᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳˢ ⁿᵒⁱˢᵉˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵃ ˢˡⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖⁱᶻᶻᵃ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱʳ‧ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁱᵗᶜʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖⁱᶻᶻᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˢᶜᵒˡᵈˢ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵒᵒᵐ‧
ᔆᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ⸴ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᵗʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵛⁱˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵇᵒʸ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ‧ 
ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ᵍʳᵃᵇˢ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᴹᵒˡᵉᶜᵘˡᵉ ᴰᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗᵒʳ ᴸⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒʸ'ˢ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵇᵒᵈʸ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵒᵘˢ‧ ᵁⁿˡⁱᵏᵉ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵃˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵐˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵗᵉⁿⁿᵃ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵒᶠ‧ 
ᔆᵃᵐᵐʸ ᵃˢᵏˢ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰⁱᵐ ⁽ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖᵉᵗ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ⁾ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶻᵒᵒ⸴ ᵃˢ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵉˢ‧‧‧

ᴬᵘᵗʰᵒʳ⁽ˢ⁾
ᴿ‧ᴸ‧ ᔆᵗⁱⁿᵉ

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Not only have we implanted a lifetime 
of human memories into this rat but we 
can now monitor what it's thinking.

It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
kaoru-aeli


They pointed at me, laughing and calling me "four-eyes".
They weren't laughing after I decided to revealed 82 more.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
CalebVanPoneisen


While tidying up my girlfriend’s apartment 
I found a purple diary 
labelled “Boyfriends Whom Dare to Look”.
Unable to resist the temptation 
my heart raced, at the sight of names 
and dates marked with red 
but before I could fully process 
it's meaning, a voice be-
hind me chuckled 
“It’s time to break up,” 
as a sharp object pierced my back.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
12 hr. ago
HoardofAngryQuokkas


It's happening again - I must wash away all this blood;
silently, I creep out to the kitchen like I've been doing for the past three years, spending hours in the moonlight scrubbing out every speck of evidence.
I know my dad and brothers think I'm some late bloomer, but I just don't want to freeze to death out in the menstrual hut like mum did.

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新🥷🏽🏴‍☠️

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
masiakasaurus


 On the last day I told my 
double, "only one of us be coming out 
alive."


And I tied his umbilical cord around his neck.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
SadiqUddin

I came out of the shower and I saw a burglar standing over the bodies of my family.

I couldn't just let him get away, he's seen too much.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
3 hr. ago
GraceTheGreat666
 
I asked the genie to show what I look like a year from now. 

I found myself staring at a gravestone with my name on it.

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No Obnoxious Commentary

This includes, but is not limited to: bigotry/hate speech, personal insults, exceptionally low quality feedback, antagonistic behavior, use of slurs, etc. Use your best judgement.

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Gᴏᴛ ᴀ sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ɪᴛ.
Lᴀᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ, ᴀs ʜɪs ʙᴇғᴜᴅᴅʟᴇᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ  
ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ Pᴀ.
"Sᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴛs. 
Hᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ 'ᴇᴍ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ғᴀᴄᴛ. Wᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. 
Wᴇʟʟ, I ʀᴇᴄᴋᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Hᴇʀᴇ—"
Mᴀ, ᴡɪᴘɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ 
ᴏғ ʙᴏᴏᴛs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴇɪʀʟᴏᴏᴍ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ.
Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs sʜᴀᴅᴇ.
Dʀᴇssɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡʟʏ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴡɪғᴇ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴏɴ.
"Bᴏʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ.
Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ..." Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴏʏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ.
Hɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs. Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ.
Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴀᴋᴇ, sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ
ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. Lᴏᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ
ᴇᴍʙᴇᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴛs.

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r/shortscarystories
13 hr. ago
S_G_Woodhouse

I think I'm losing my head

I was driving home after a long day at work.

I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters.

"What's wrong honey" she asked me.

"I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused.

Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home.

I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies.

Eventually, I dozed off.

I dreamt strange things.

I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them.

Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless.

No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached.

I woke up in my bed, alone.

I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children.

My cell phone line was dead, no service.

I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later.

There was no one on the road but me.

It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out.

I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind.

I was lost.

I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything.

Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on.

And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there.

At last, I could find out what was going on.

I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend.

"Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him.

He didn't answer.

I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream.

It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare?

I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state.

My head hurt, my eyes hurt.

I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here.

Nothing alive.

My vision began to narrow.

Sounds began to blend together.

Blackness.

Emptiness.

And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time.

"The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
2 days ago
MatchaEmerald71


I stare at the moon, basking in it's beauty.
As I stare I can't help but wonder if the humans figured out what the moon really is yet.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
4 days ago
Turds_Unlimited


Ten armed men entered my home!
Wait, there were two of them...

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Over a century ago, the woman was encouraged to keep her child after she's considering 
pregnancy termination. "your baby could be an artist or grow up to be a world leader" they had
said, so she kept it and went to give birth to a baby boy c. 1888
He's named Adolf

Warning: This item may contain sensitive themes such as nudity.

ʳ/ˢᶜᵃʳʸˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ
¹⁵ ʰʳ‧ ᵃᵍᵒ
ᴰʳᵉᵃᵈ_ᴿᵉᵃᵖᵉʳ_

ᵀʰᵉ ᴾˡᵃʸᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ

ᴵⁿ ᵃ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ⸴ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉᵈ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉᶜʰᵒ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃˡˡˢ‧ 
ᴼⁿᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ⸴ ᵃ ʲᵃⁿⁱᵗᵒʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵍⁱᵍᵍˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃʸᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ‧ 
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ ˢᵃʷ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ 
ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ'ˢ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ 
ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢⁱⁿⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳˢ⸴ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ 
ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ 
ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵉʸᵉˢ⸴ ʷʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ⸴ "ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᵘˢ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ‧"

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ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴᴰᴬʸ ᶜᴬᴺᴰᴸᴱᔆ ᵇʸ ʳᵉᵈᵈⁱᵗ ᵘˢᵉʳ ᶻᵉⁿʳʸʰᵃᵒ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱᶠᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʰᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵘᶠᶠᵉᵈ‧‧‧ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ ʰᵒᵘʳˢ ᵗᵒ 
ᵇᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵘⁿᵇᵉᵃʳᵃᵇˡʸ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ‧ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘⁿʸⁱᵉˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 
ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ'ˢ ᶠᵉᵉᵇˡᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵘᵗ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ 
ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˢᵖᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ "ᴴᵃᵖᵖʸ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ⸴" ˢʰᵉ ᵇˡᵉʷ ᵃ ᵍᵘˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷⁱⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵈⁱˢˢⁱᵖᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ
ᵗᵒ ᵖᵘᶠᶠˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ‧ ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ‧ ᴵᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ 
ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʸᵉᵃʳ; ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᶜᵃᵏᵉ⸴ ʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ 
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿᵈˡᵉˢ‧ 
ᵀⁱᵐᵐʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ʰᵘᵍ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧‧‧ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵃᵛᵃⁱˡ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᵈʳⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ 
ʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ‧

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
1 min. ago
AcrobaticTransition4


“My lower back hurt” I told the chiropractor
Then I heard a snap and then all the pain has been permanently alleviated as i bent slumped over feeling nothing...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
6 days ago
Old_Lady_In_Titanic


Everyone else was distracted by the huge iceberg that glided within inches of the ship.
Only I saw the giant metallic sea-bear gash a hole in the hull beneath the waterline with it's razor sharp knife-like claws.

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‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage
She's gone, all because of him.
Dead.
He killed my wife.
She'd still be here, if it's not for him.
If only he could speak with reason; I could’ve let him live long enough to explain.
But that was obviously not going to happen. 
After all, he was born just a few minutes ago...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
40 min. ago
derf_vader


"Hello Darkness my old friend..." I sang the familiar lyrics as I passed by the dark alley.
"I've come to greet you at the end," the Darkness sang back softly creeping, as it enveloped me 
in the sounds of silence...

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Horror Short Story: The Accident
In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done.

Written by: Reddit user Minnboy

Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. 
An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas 
and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home.

Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? 
Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me.

There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. 
He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.

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˚ 　　　  . ✧　　     ˚ 　　　    .　　    　　˚ 　　　 .　　   ˚

ᜊ i choose to stop apologising for being me

ᜊ i radiate confidence, balance and inner harmony

ᜊ i am so pretty and i love myself

ᜊ i love my body and all it does for me

ᜊ i am worthy of love and good things

ᜊ i attract wonderful people into my life

ᜊ i do not compare myself to other people

ᜊ i feel beautiful and confident with my body

ᜊ i will stop worrying about everything

ᜊ i am becoming more at-ease with myself

ᜊ i will take things on with a gentle approach

˚ 　　　  . ✧　　     ˚ 　　　    .　　    　　˚ 　　　 .　　   ˚

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　　 ˚ 　　　  . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　    . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . 

you are bigger than what is making you anxious 

　　 ˚ 　　　  . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　    . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . 

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 :

 to heal from things you don’t talk about
 to take some time for yourself
 to be treated nicely and with respect
 so many flowers
 a peaceful and joyful life
 to have supportive people in your life
 more than you can ever imagine 

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 ‘A Message From Your 
Personal Demons’ By 
MrGarm

“I am the worst of your demons,
but you see me as a friend.”

Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thoughts you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, and turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than to let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope.

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Horror Confessions
@Horror_Fessions 
"When I was 8 I would hear what seemed like a younger girl calling for me in my back yard, my mom decided to ask around to see if any young boys had the same name as I did, turns out 8 years prior, a girl and her brother with the same name as I were murdered in a
courtyard behind our house."

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I hate when websites ask "are you human?"
... no, I'm a vacuum.
August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM

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────(♥)(♥)(♥)────(♥)(♥)(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ'ʀє αʟσηє,
──(♥)██████(♥)(♥)█████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧα∂σѡ.
─(♥)████████(♥)████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт тσ cʀƴ,
─(♥)██████████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɧσυʟ∂єʀ.
──(♥)████████████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ѡαηт α ɧυɢ,
────(♥)█████████████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ρɪʟʟσѡ.
──────(♥)█████████(♥) ɪƒ ƴσυ ηєє∂ тσ ɓє ɧαρρƴ,
────────(♥)█████(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ɓє ƴσυʀ ѕɱɪʟє.
─────────(♥)██(♥) ɓυт αηƴтɪɱє ƴσυ ηєє∂ α ƒʀɪєη∂,
───────────(♥) ɪ'ʟʟ ʝυѕт ɓє ɱє.

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NEWEST GUIDELINES ON CANCERS SCREENING OF THE WOMB COMPARED TO PREVIOUS RECOMMENDATIONS SUGGESTED for AFAB people aged ~25-65 yrs. old
   			 2020 Update	 	 		 	 	 	 	  	 	 		 	 	  		 	 	 	 	  	 	 		 	 	 	 	 	  	 	 			 		2012 old	  	 	 	 	 	 	  	 	 				  	 		 	 	 	 	  	 	 			2018 former rec.          
Ages <25 	No screening	 	 	  	 	 	 	 	  	 	 			                          	 	 	 	 	  	 	 		 	 	 	 	 	  	 	        	  Pap test every 3 years  			 	 	 	 	  	 	 		            			 	 	 	 	  	 	                        Pap test every 3 years
Age 25‒29	HPV test every 5 years (preferred) ,   HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) or Pap test every 3 years (acceptable)	 	 	 	 	  	 	 		        	Pap test every 3 years 		 	 	 	 	  	 	 		 	 	 	 	  	 	 		                                        	Pap test every 3 years
Age 30‒65	HPV test every 5 years (preferred) or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years (acceptable) 	 	 	 	 	  	 	 		                       Pap test every 3 years (acceptable) or HPV/Pap cotest every 3 years (preferred) or  Pap test every 3 years (acceptable)		 	 	 	 	  	 	 		Pap test every 3 years, HPV test every 5 years, or HPV/Pap cotest every 5 years 
Age 65 +	No screening if a series of prior tests were normal	 	 	 	 	  	 	 			 	 	 	 	  	 	 			                                        No screening if a series of prior tests were normal	 	 	 	 	  	 	 				 	 	 	 	  	 	 	 	No screening if a series of prior tests were normal and not at high risk for cancer

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stop trying so hard for people who don't care

 Feb 18th, 2018

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July 15, 2015

A true relationship
is two unperfect people refusing to give up on
each other.

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To who ever is reading this; you’re lovely. Absolutely lovely. A perfect creation. You have so much potential and can achieve so much. Really, you are. So live your life the way it feel right, dream big dreams, and live passionately.

 Aug 19th, 2019

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I̵̱̓͆͘'̷̞̰̜̭͚̉͂̈́̌͗m̴͓̼̲͖̮̣̣͒͛̈́̑̿͘ ̷̛͓̖̯͎̱͇̓̉̔̿͝T̵̰̓͊̈́͛͆̀̈́̎̆͝e̶̞͔̤̟̒̋̽̍r̸̨̻̬̲̰̂͑̍̂̋͜r̵̨̫̓̄̀̀͊̔̽͝i̷̢̺͇̒͗́̈́̚͜͝f̸̛̦̱̱͋̾͊̔ị̵͇͙̥̭̜̒͒̆̃́e̸̬̺͉̩̘̬̟̥̊̾ḑ̵͇̪͚̻̾̉̈́̅͗̀̉̀͐͘ͅ

S̵̨̛̙͉̈́̏ą̷͔̣̳̙͈̝̫͈͔͋̅̌̎̇̓̎͝v̴͉͙͈̺̖̖̠͉͛̔̆̔͌͑͝ę̴̠̓͊͑̈́M̸̱̠̞̲͗̑̓̉̇̾̋͜͝ͅȩ̶̳̻͚̣͈̱̤͔̩̽͂̽͗̃̈́̀̂̾S̶̨͓͔̠͚̒̍̽a̵̳̩͓̣̐͂̾̈͆́̑̕͘̕v̸̨͔̱̥̭̭̆͒͘ę̷̝̺̖̪̩̭̀̔̑͛̍̔̈́͘ͅM̴̯̮͓̠̘͚̦͚̔̀͂̈́͆͜ę̷̧͓͇̫̗̩͆̿͆̌́͝͠S̴̡̘͖͓̺͖̟͎̓͌͂̅̀̄̈̀͌̈́à̵̢̯͇͙͓̗̣̗͖̂͊̊͘͝v̵̰̟͎̈́̀͒͆͐̅e̵̱͕̰̯̬̹͋̋͐́ͅM̷̱̻̜͔̘̗̱̐͌͂ë̷͍͎̙̖̝̙̝̫͙́̓͜Ş̵̧̛͕̬̭̭͉̫̂̋͑̉̇͜ạ̷̧̯̲͍̠̦̤̞͗̀͌̍̈͋͝v̸̢̰̞̺̟̦̺̝͗é̷̢͈͚̟̙̠̽̆͛̉̃̚Ḿ̵̡͔͔̠̫͓̭͔͖̬͂̐̄̓̅͆͝ḙ̵̹̯͇̭̃̊͂͌͊̚̕S̸̩̒͝a̴̢̪͚̻̦͖͇͆͗̈́̏̈̽͆̔̚v̶̛̾͂̏́̀̉̚͜ẻ̶͕̖͂̀́̏̂͛͒͜M̵̰̭̟̯̩̻̘̭͐͑̋̔̎ȩ̸̛̛̹͉͓̿̈̽̈́͊

S̵̨̛̙͉̈́̏ą̷͔̣̳̙͈̝̫͈͔͋̅̌̎̇̓̎͝v̴͉͙͈̺̖̖̠͉͛̔̆̔͌͑͝ę̴̠̓͊͑̈́M̸̱̠̞̲͗̑̓̉̇̾̋͜͝ͅȩ̶̳̻͚̣͈̱̤͔̩̽͂̽͗̃̈́̀̂̾S̶̨͓͔̠͚̒̍̽a̵̳̩͓̣̐͂̾̈͆́̑̕͘̕v̸̨͔̱̥̭̭̆͒͘ę̷̝̺̖̪̩̭̀̔̑͛̍̔̈́͘ͅM̴̯̮͓̠̘͚̦͚̔̀͂̈́͆͜ę̷̧͓͇̫̗̩͆̿͆̌́͝͠S̴̡̘͖͓̺͖̟͎̓͌͂̅̀̄̈̀͌̈́à̵̢̯͇͙͓̗̣̗͖̂͊̊͘͝v̵̰̟͎̈́̀͒͆͐̅e̵̱͕̰̯̬̹͋̋͐́ͅM̷̱̻̜͔̘̗̱̐͌͂ë̷͍͎̙̖̝̙̝̫͙́̓͜Ş̵̧̛͕̬̭̭͉̫̂̋͑̉̇͜ạ̷̧̯̲͍̠̦̤̞͗̀͌̍̈͋͝v̸̢̰̞̺̟̦̺̝͗é̷̢͈͚̟̙̠̽̆͛̉̃̚Ḿ̵̡͔͔̠̫͓̭͔͖̬͂̐̄̓̅͆͝ḙ̵̹̯͇̭̃̊͂͌͊̚̕S̸̩̒͝a̴̢̪͚̻̦͖͇͆͗̈́̏̈̽͆̔̚v̶̛̾͂̏́̀̉̚͜ẻ̶͕̖͂̀́̏̂͛͒͜M̵̰̭̟̯̩̻̘̭͐͑̋̔̎ȩ̸̛̛̹͉͓̿̈̽̈́͊

S̵̨̛̙͉̈́̏ą̷͔̣̳̙͈̝̫͈͔͋̅̌̎̇̓̎͝v̴͉͙͈̺̖̖̠͉͛̔̆̔͌͑͝ę̴̠̓͊͑̈́M̸̱̠̞̲͗̑̓̉̇̾̋͜͝ͅȩ̶̳̻͚̣͈̱̤͔̩̽͂̽͗̃̈́̀̂̾S̶̨͓͔̠͚̒̍̽a̵̳̩͓̣̐͂̾̈͆́̑̕͘̕v̸̨͔̱̥̭̭̆͒͘ę̷̝̺̖̪̩̭̀̔̑͛̍̔̈́͘ͅ

M̴̯̮͓̠̘͚̦͚̔̀͂̈́͆͜ę̷̧͓͇̫̗̩͆̿͆̌́͝͠S̴̡̘͖͓̺͖̟͎̓͌͂̅̀̄̈̀͌̈́à̵̢̯͇͙͓̗̣̗͖̂͊̊͘͝v̵̰̟͎̈́̀͒͆͐̅

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ạ̷̧̯̲͍̠̦̤̞͗̀͌̍̈͋͝v̸̢̰̞̺̟̦̺̝͗é̷̢͈͚̟̙̠̽̆͛̉̃̚

Ḿ̵̡͔͔̠̫͓̭͔͖̬͂̐̄̓̅͆͝ḙ̵̹̯͇̭̃̊͂͌͊̚̕S̸̩̒͝a̴̢̪͚̻̦͖͇͆͗̈́̏̈̽͆̔̚v̶̛̾͂̏́̀̉̚͜ẻ̶͕̖͂̀́̏̂͛͒͜M̵̰̭̟̯̩̻̘̭͐͑̋̔̎

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Music, Arts, Crafts, Recipes and Fashion blogging from a Gothic/Dark Romantic perspective.
Sunday 31 May 2015
Goth Is Not Inherently Satanic
I got harrassed for being a Goth by a stranger professing the grounds of Christianity, and attempting to convert me away as reason to berate me. 
Yesterday, I was out busking in town, in relatively Gothic clothes, wearing my red wig, and playing my usual fare of traditional Scottish, Irish and other European folk tunes, and this  middle-aged man who was clearly drunk came up to me, and started going about how I play "mystical stuff that goes back to the 12th century" (a reference to an incoherent comment he'd made about Greensleeves at me months ago; I'm surprised he'd remembered it, because I had forgotten about it) and then started going on about how I "don't have to wear black, and dye your [my] hair red" (I pointed out that I was wearing a wig, but he didn't seem to be listening) and then went on to get into my personal space and loudly and aggressively deride being a Goth as Satanic, and tell me that he's a Christian and that I should, to paraphrase him 'find my Saviour'. I tried my best to explain that Goths no religious affiliation and simply an aesthetic preference, but he kept insisting. As he later went on to inform that he'd been an alcoholic, and then "clean for 2 years" but had "done a runner three days ago", I decided that his words and actions were the product and not to take them to heart. He said he would pray for me, and I thanked him. I decided silently I would pray for him too, for that after 2 years clean and then relapsing, he finds his way back to sobriety, and get the help and support to do so, and find the inner strength too, because I know addiction is hard battle. Just as he left my Goth friends came up to me, saying they weren't sure whether to intervene, as he had harassed them too, condemning them. 
It was a complex situation, and even though he railed at us and condemned us, his actions were clearly a sign of his own struggles and I could not bring myself to be harsh with him, and he did give me a £5 note, so at least he was generous as well as religiously harrassing (not that giving me money ameliorates bad behaviour, and I do wonder if he thought giving me money was simply a way to get my time). I didn't know what to do about the situation; I felt cornered because busking generally means I have to stand with my back to a wall to avoid being in the way of pedestrians, and although people were walking by, nobody helped me and I could not see any security guards or police, although I did feel that they might just treat him as another obnoxious drunk, when he probably needed more nuanced help than that. 
This got me thinking that it is a common misconception that Goth is synonymous with Satanic, or at least that it is inherently Satanic, and I feel like it would be productive to break down that misconception.
Goth is simply a subculture that is focused on having an appreciation for the morbid, dark and spooky in music, fashion, art and literature; it has no religious affiliation at all, and Goths come from all religions as well as agnostic and atheists. 
That is the short response, but does not really contain any nuance, not does it explain why Goths sometimes use Satanic imagery, or gives any differentiated understanding of how occult themes tie into the Gothic, and as such does little to shed light on how Goth is not Satanic even though it looks like it could be.
Satanic imagery is used within the Gothic subculture for several reasons.
Sometimes Satanic imagery is used for shock value, especially by those who feel constrained by a conservative cultural backdrop and wish to differentiate themselves as other, as part of something taboo, dark and frightening. Often it is teens who do this, and it is not representative of the wearer's/displayer's true religious or spiritual beliefs, but part of a more complex process of wishing to separate themselves and create their own identity. Often a passing phase - either because all interest in dark and spooky things is a passing phase, or because they mature into somebody more in the identity, rather than identifying themselves oppositionally to others. Some people carry this behaviour on adulthood, but usually a behaviour that people mature. Often, Satanic imagery used for is not used in a way that is coherent with the actual uses of those symbols within Satan or the occult, and is often mixed up with symbols from other religious and spiritual groups (I have seen symbols appropriated into this sort of shock-value pseudo-Satanism, but that is another matter.)
Some Goths actually are Satanist, but they are a minority even within the Goth scene - these people will use Satanic symbols correctly, and tend not to advertise their Satanic affiliations. Most of the actual Satanists I know personally are not Goths; they tend to be more "nerdy" and less into the theatric and ostentatious aesthetics of Goth. Most of the I have met subscribe to a version of Satanist where Satan is an archetype of independence, hedonism and suchlike, rather than a deliberately Anti-Christ worship of the Devil. I have never met an actual Devil-worshipper, someone who subscribes to a Christian theology and cosmology, but looks to Heck and the Devil rather than to Heaven and Jesus - I am not saying they do not exist, just that such people must be quite rare, even amongst Gothic and Occult circles.
Sometimes people mistake Neo-Pagan iconography and symbolism for Satanic imagery, for example confusion can arise over the use of pentacles and pentagrams (and their inverted variations), and this is exacerbated by the misuse of these. Neo-Paganism is a religion that has no concept of an adversarial dichotomy, with no Heck or Satan. Some people hold the belief that all things other than their specific religious path are Satanic or at least a distraction or deception from what they see as the truth, but outside of that belief structure, there is little in Neo-Paganism that could mark it as anything Satanist, any more than say, Buddhism or Hindoo; it is a completely different belief system to any of the monotheistic faiths. As Goths often have an interest in the spiritual, and are apt to look outside conventional spirituality for answers, there are quite a few Neo-Pagans within Goth, but again, not all Goths are Neo-Pagans, and not all Neo-Pagans are Goths (quite a few dress very 'mainstream' and others -a significant proportion- are more inclined towards Hippy and 'Bohemian' aesthetics.).
There are some who feel badly hurt by Christianity, or who see it as a destructive force, and who use Christian symbols and anti-Christian symbols as a critique of Christianity and the power of organised religion; sometimes this falls into the territory of shock-value, and sometimes it is done with more refinement and nuance, but this is not unique to Goth, even though it does exist within the Gothic subculture, nor is it something you have to engage in as a Goth. Goths tend to be people who have been outcast by traditional community structures, and that can include the Church, and/or people who use Christianity as an excuse to harass (a bit like the man in my opening paragraphs) - as such, there are probably a greater percentage of Goths who do this than non-Goths. Personally, even as an apostate, I find this sort of thing can often be more harmful and rectionary than productive. I don't think religions should be beyond criticism or critique, but I do think that there ways to go about doing this, and there are ways that are just rude and mean, where the message is lost.
There are, of course, more than these four contexts, but these are the four most common contexts and reasons for the use of Satanic imagery within the Gothic subculture. Sometimes it is used in the traditional way it was used within Gothic horror; as a symbol for various evils or villainry that a good person can come across, for example.
The use of Satanic imagery is not inherent to Goth - the use of dark imagery is, but not all dark imagery has to come from the cultural/religious context of Heaven and Heck, God and the Devil - there are plenty more traditions to draw from, and a lot of Gothic imagery comes from European folk-tales, sometimes more entwined with Christianity. The imagery of death, decay, transience and similar are part of the human experience, and appear in different ways across all cultures. There is plenty of positive Christian iconography used in Goth as well - but that is a topic for different blog entry entirely (and something I would quite like to write about, and get some of my Christian Goth friends to write guest posts for, but that is for a different time). Not everything dark is Satanic even in a Christian context; the Bible is full of stories about people who had to overcome pain, suffering and violence, and the very concepts of martyrdom and Christ as crucified saviour involve death and sacrifice; not everything that is dark is inherently negative.
Goths are not synonymous with Satanist, we are not a group who worship the Devil or are anti-Christian; we are diverse with diverse perspectives outside of things that are actually Goth (of which specific religious affiliation is not). There are quite a few Goths who are Christians, and there are Goths who are Jewish, Muslim, and members of other monotheistic faiths. There are even Goth priests - check out the ::Priestly Goth Blog:: for example. You cannot tell someone's religion by subcultural affiliation. 

Side note: if you wish to convert someone to your faith, condemning them and berating them will have the exact opposite effect; you are more likely to drive that person away from the religion you profess than convert them. 
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if you have sensory issues, the lighting and the way the store is built can actually trigger panic attacks and sympt0ms.

agoraphobia is a huge factor as well. basically, you don’t want to go to places where you’ve had panic attacks and obviously get prettɥ terrıfıed. 

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it’s not particularly easy to get through these situations. it’s hãrd to go through situations that make you uncomfortable.

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try to bring a fidget spinner, fidget cube, or something of sort. it will help distract you a bit. it may not work a lot, but i find it helpful.

have water with you, where ever you go. .

chew some peppermint gum or suck on some peppermint candies. it may not help a lot, but if you have a dry møuth from your panic attacks, it’ll help that symptom out.

pretend you’re excited. i know, it won’t be that easy, but sometimes faking one emotion, can actually make that emotion happen. try convincing yourself, “i’m fine, i’m excited! it’s okay!” (source: DARE - THE NEW WAY TO END ANXIETY AND STOP PANIC ATTACKS by Barry McDonagh) 

accept your panic attacks and anxıety. don’t say no to anxıety because then you’re pushing it a̛way and gıvıng it more pøwer. accept that you do have this going on, but you’re NOT your anxıety. 

taking deep breaths in and out. try different patterns, it may be hãrd to breathe, but you have to t̢ry. don’t gıve up! 

finally, try EFT. emotiona1 freedom tapping is known to help relax you.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ what you can bring into your regular life ♥

there are so many things you can bring in your life and routines. get ready because i’m gonna list a lot!:

meditation

eft 

michael sealey hypnosis

yoga

exercise

journaling 

bullet journaling 

reading

drinking water

drinking herbal teas such as - chamomile, lemongrass, lavender, and etc..

dancing

drawing and doodling 

singing 

playing some videogames

stretches

melatonin

magnesium 

listening to motivating podcasts, videos, or songs

washing your fash and smiling in the mirror

talking positive to yourself

writing stories

doing thinking exercises in the morning to shift your negative thinking

watch one of your favourite shows on youtube, netflix, hulu, or whatever

write down on paper, something you want to do. don’t mention your fears or think about it. do something you WANT. don’t let the fear get in the way.

practicing some self-care

go outside

eat some delicious food

open your windows and let the sunlight come in

take vitamin d and b12!

smile and don’t let your panic attacks consume you. you’re a beautiful human being.

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Saturday 11 August 2012
Fashion Advice for New Goths and Babybats

I was discussing the topic of Babybats, and it inspired me to write some advice for people starting out in the subculture on assembling a Goth wardrobe. 

The first thing I will say is "Do not panic!" You do not have to immediately look like a Gothic model in gorgeous Romantic finery or a really intricately layered Deathrock-type ensemble (yes, I am aware that Deathrock is not the same as Goth, a case of parallel evolution in America that later cross-polinated with Goth, etc.) and that it does not make you 'less Goth' if you don't have fancy clothes. You cannot judge how Goth someone is by their clothes. You certainly cannot judge how good or interesting or fun a person is by their clothes! Do not forget that a lot of models are being paid to wear a certain brand or designer's clothes - those are not necessarily the clothes they actually wear every day! Also, those who do have vast wardrobes of finery have probably acquired them over a very long time, often a decade or more.

If you have a passion for the music (Goth started out as a music-based subculture, and music is still its beating heart), the mindset, and taste for things dark, the reasonable amongst us will understand that you are new and may not know a huge amount about the music, the literature etc. Fashion is really a superficial concern, although I know how much looking the part can help a new person feel like they will fit in more with other Goths and how important it can be to those establishing this newly discovered facet of their identity. People who are mean to you for being new are unreasonable and silly; don't let them put you off the subculture when there is so much you might miss out on enjoying! 

The second most important thing I can say is that creativity is more valued in the subculture than your ability to afford expensive things. If all you can afford are charity shop clothes and craft supplies, but you spent hours carefully painting and sewing patches or adding lace trim, you will earn a lot more respect than if you have bought the latest offerings from Lip Service or Retroscope Fashions or whatever, because you will have shown creativity, individuality, a desire to make things for yourself and to customise and make something your own, and you will have put in the effort. 

Do not be daunted by the prospect of DIY, even if you are not hugely crafty - a lot of things are a lot easier than they look, and with a little practice even the least dextrous person can turn a plain garment into something interesting and aesthetically pleasing. There are a huge amount of tutorials and step-by-step craft projects on the internet; browse through them and pick out things you really like and think you can manage and then work your way up to more complicated projects.

As to what to actually wear? Start with looking at the musicians, going back to the early '80s and late '70s, and then look at the models, and other goths. Then look at lots of other things - clothes, costumes, even interior design and artwork. Consume visually, create for yourself a scrapbook and digest all that visual information, analyse how the shapes work, how the textures work, look for why clothes look good together (here is where a physical scrap-book where you can write and draw has an advantage, but I like scrap-bookign and am therefore a bit biased), and then aim for what  inspires you, what you think looks nice, and what suits you. 

When shopping, try to aim for a few items that look good with each other, rather than just going for the things you think are prettiest first. If you must buy something that you don't have other things to make an outfit with, because it's one-off bargain or something, it is not the end of the world that you can't wear it out right away because nothing you own goes with it, and it is better to wait until you have gathered enough to incorporate it into an outfit where it will look really good than to try an combine it with garments that just do not look right together - it won't show off your new find to its best, anyway. Your new find will not vanish, and unless your weight and shape fluctuate greatly, it you will still be able to wear it a few months later or so. Also, to begin with, buy things where you can try them on first, instead of ordering off the internet, so you get a feel for what does and does not suit you before you've actually spent any money.

The most important, biggest piece of advice I can say is "Be Yourself" - wear what you think is beautiful, wear what you feel beautiful wearing. Goth isn't something you should have to try to become, it should be a natural extension of your own tastes. It is more important to be yourself than to adhere to any subculture, although if you do land between subcultures, try to describe yourself accurately - it is perfectly reasonable to say "I am a metalhead that likes Goth fashion" or "I like Goth music, but I like a Gothic take on Lolita and Aristocrat fashion" or "I like lots of things, a bit of Goth, a bit of Punk, a dash of Hippie" or whatever, but trying to say, for example, that Sweet Lolita is somehow Goth generally does not go down well. Also note that Cybergoth is not a subsection of Goth, it is a hybrid of Goth, Rave, Industrial and a few other things. 

Anyone can be a Goth, it doesn't matter if you're disabled, or dark skinned, or larger,  shorter, blonder, ruddier, manlier, more girly or any other deviation from the stereotype. There already are Goths-of-colour, Muslim Goths, Goths in wheelchairs, Latin American Goths, Asian Goths, really short Goths, blonde Goths, freckly Goths, skinny Goths, large Goths. All sorts of people are Goths. And I've met at least one of all the above.

Have fun, be beautiful! 

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Sunday 19 October 2014
Developing Personal Style
3 Tips for all styles (not just Goth) on how to improve your wardrobe and find your own personal style. 

☠ Purge and Replenish 
At the moment I am tidying my wardrobe and came to that moment of "I either need more hangers or fewer clothes" and when this happens, I tend to chose having fewer clothes. Partly, this is because it saves me buying more hangers, partly because it stops me ending up with more clothes than space for clothes (I have limited wardrobe space, as my wardrobe gets used as a store cupboard for other things, like swords and roller-skates), and partly because it helps me develop my own style. 

I end up sorting through all my clothes and assessing what I want to keep, and what I want to get rid of. This can be quite brutal if I've happened to find several bargains in charity shops, been gifted nice things, or been particularly lucky on eBay, as I often end up throwing something out for every new thing I have added. By doing this, I end up with a slowly growing core of clothes that I really love and never decide to throw away (as long as they still fit) and end up giving away or selling things that either do not fit, or which I am just not that fond of. 

Through gradual and constant repetition of this process, I get a better idea of my own personal style, which items fit within that. Items that are an experimental addition to my wardrobe may stay if I like how the experiment turns out, or will be discarded the next time I find something nice, so there is a constantly evolving collection. Over time I have come to know what cuts I like, which things I wear frequently, which things are flattering, and which things are likely to compliment other items, and I credit a lot of this to constantly re-assessing my wardrobe.

This does not necessarily have to be a rapid or expensive process, just one done with thought and consideration.

☠ Take Selfies
This may sound vain, but it can actually be helpful and constructive. The idea here is not necessarily share them with others, but to take pictures to view yourself, as sometimes seeing your image in a photograph gives a slightly different viewpoint or the camera 'sees' things differently to the way your eyes do, and then this fresh image can help you re-asses your outfit. 

Sometimes sharing can help, but I suggest sharing your selfies to a group or forum that is a constructive criticism group (for Lolita fashion, I suggest joining the ::Lolita Fashion Mentoring:: group on Facebook for newbies, and asking for constructive criticism in ::Closet of Frills::, also on Facebook) rather than to your Facebook feed or Instragram or Tumblr, because it is easy to start posing and lighting pictures to make present a nice image rather than to take an image that is there to give a clear image of how your outfit looks, flaws and all, for criticism. Also, look at other people's images in these groups, and read their feedback, and learn from that too. 

If you are going to post an outfit image for review, I think it is important to get a clear whole-body photograph, with lighting that gives clear visibility of details, drape, etc. (difficult with black clothes!) and to also include detail shots if there are specific details you feel contribute to the outfit but are not necessarily visible on a whole-body photograph.

Remember that constructive criticism is a mixture of tips that genuinely work and personal opinion; for example, a lot of Lolitas think that fingerless lace gloves are not suited to Lolita, but I think that as long as the lace is good quality, that they do as I cannot see a good reason for them to not fit in the Lolita aesthetic. If you really love something, wear it, but also do listen to those who give reasons with their constructive criticism. 

☠ Test Outfits Before Wearing
If you have a dress-maker's dummy this is probably the best way of doing this, but if not, there's plenty of ways of constructing make-shift mannequins to fulfil this. One thing I do is take two coat-hangers, one being my 'shoulders' and the other suspended below to be my 'hips' and hang my clothes from the pair as if I were dressing them; that way I get an idea of what the clothes look like together before I actually put them on. I tend to only do this with outfits for special occasions, especially as I can get four (or more) coat-hangers, and put together two outfits next to each other for comparison. This does not replace testing an outfit on at home before an occasion, but it does help the process. 

Another option is to do a 'flat lay' - this is laying out an outfit on a bed or (clean!) floor to get a two-dimensional representation of how an outfit might work. Layer clothes carefully so you get some idea of how layering when worn will look like, and remember that details can be lost in layering, so if you have a nice print, embroidery or other detail in an item that you wish to showcase, do check to see if they're still visible once worn.

Whichever option you choose, this is a good way if assessing how items combine. You can also note down which items go well together, but just do not suit a specific outfit (or 'co-ord' short for 'co-ordinated' in Lolita parlance) and which items just don't seem to fit any outfit (even if they're nice on their own) and mark them as something to either replace, or build an outfit around that does work (depending on whether you are trying to expand or reduce your wardrobe). 

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I hope people find these tips useful in developing their own personal style and and in improving their outfits. Developing your own style is based around what you personally like (rather than what is trendy, or what is popular with others) and on what sort of things look aesthetically pleasing together (including deliberately clashing, if that is your thing) and learning over time what suits you, in your own estimation. 

Don't rely too much on others; it is useful initially (especially in a fashion like Lolita that is built around a framework of 'rules' or 'guidelines' that are based in what is tried and tested to work to create a certain aesthetic) but in the end, for something to be your own personal style, you need to develop it yourself. You can learn from others and imitate to a certain degree (but outright copying people's style is considered a bit weird and rude) but remember, that your style is something that should come out of your aesthetics, not someone else's. 

Be patient, especially if you are a teen; you probably won't settle into something that is your groove, your style, your own way of doing things until you're in your late 20s or even early 30s, and it is perfectly fine to experiment. I went through several different subcultural styles and variations on Goth before I settled on Romantic Goth, and even now, my style is evolving (just more slowly) as I evolve. We all change over time, and it is important not to stagnate.

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

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"Honey, you forgot your phone!" 
Karen yelled.
The door slammed shut. Karen
sighed, setting the phone down on
the kitchen counter. Plankton had been
more obsessed with his latest scheme than
usual these past few days, and it was
starting to wear on her.

Her thoughts drifted to the time before they
were married, when his ambition had
been endearing, not exhausting. They had
met in college, where Plankton's mind for
science had been as vast as the ocean. Back
then, his inventions had been quirky little
gadgets that never quite worked out as
planned. But now, as he chased after
Mr. Krabs' secret recipe, his obsession had
become all-consuming..

Suddenly, Karen saw a flash of light 
from the direction of the Krusty Krab, she 
dashed out the door, and she raced 
to the chaos, and as she 
approached, she saw the
exploding contraption hit
his head.

"Plankton!" she screamed,
but it was too late. He lay
motionless as
she sprinted,
fear coiling around her. She knelt beside
his tiny frame, her hands shaking
as she felt for a pulse.
The Krabby Patty formula could
wait. Her husband's life couldn't.
With trembling fingers, she dialed
the emergency number, her voice
shaky as she relayed the situation.

Sirens grew louder, piercing
the stillness of the night.

When the medics arrived,
they worked swiftly, their movements
a blur of efficiency. Karen hovered
nearby, her screen never leaving her
husband's face. They loaded him onto
the stretcher, Karen going in with him.

The hospital was a stark
contrast to the colorful
underwater world she knew.
The doctor's expression was
grave as he explained that Plankton
was in a coma.

"We're doing everything we can,"
he assured her, but his words
offered little comfort. Karen
sat by Plankton's bed,
her hand tightly gripping his. The
machine beside them beeped a
steady rhythm, a grim reminder
of his condition.

The door to the room
squeaked open, and in waddled
SpongeBob Square Pants, looking
out of place in the stiff chair.
"Hi, Karen," he said softly,
his eyes immediately finding
Plankton's lifeless form.

Karen looked up, the tears
still fresh on her screen.
"Oh, Sponge Bob, thank you for
coming," she managed.

He nodded, his usual
cheerfulness replaced by a look
of genuine concern. "I heard
about the accident," he said.
"Just keep him company," she
replied, her voice weak.

Sponge Bob nodded solemnly,
his gaze shifting back to
Plankton. He approached the
bedside, the squeak of his shoes
echoing. He pulled up a chair and sat
down, twirling his hat nervously.
It was
strange to see the normally
energetic Plankton so still, so
small in the face of something
bigger than his own ambition.
Then, tentatively, Sponge Bob
began to speak.

"You know, Plankton," he
started, his voice barely a
whisper, "I never thought I'd
see the day when I'd be here
without you causing trouble. You've been a
real thorn in Mr. Krabs' side,
but you've also been a part of our
lives for so long. In a weird
way, I guess you're like family."

He leaned closer, his
spongy hand reaching out to
squeeze Plankton's tiny one.
"And families stick together,
even when things are tough."
He took his hat and laid it
on the bedside table.

Karen watched, surprised
by the tenderness in Sponge Bob's
voice. Despite their rivalry,
there was a bond between
them that she had never
fully understood. Perhaps
it was born from the years of
adversity, a shared history that
transcended good and bad.

"I know you're in there, Plankton,"
Sponge Bob continued, his
voice a mix of hope and sadness.
"You're the most stubborn
person I've ever met. I can't
imagine you giving up now." He
swallowed hard, his eyes
misting over. "You've got to
pull through this, buddy."

The room grew quiet again,
save for the rhythmic beeping
of the machine. Karen felt a
warmth spread through her,
despite the coldness of the room.
Sponge Bob's words had touched
her in a way she didn't expect.
Their friendship, built on a
foundation of constant conflict,
was somehow stronger than she
had ever realized. Then Mr. Krabs
entered. "Karen,
hey," he began, his voice
cracking with emotion. "How's he
doing?"

Karen looked up from her
vigil. "No change," she
replied, her voice flat.

Mr. Krabs shuffled over, his
eyes flicking from the unmoving
Plankton to the worried look on
Sponge Bob. He cleared
his throat, looking uncomfortable.
"I just wanted to, you know,
check on him," he said awkwardly.

Sponge Bob nodded, his grip
on Plankton's hand tightening.
"We're all here for him,"
he said, his voice firm with
resolve.

Mr. Krabs hovered by.
"I never thought I'd say this,"
he murmured, "but I don't want
to lose him either." The words
were a surprise to him, and
also to Karen. The
weight of their shared history
sat heavily in the room, a silent
acknowledgment of the battles
they all endured.

SpongeBob nodded, his
expression earnest. "We all
have our moments," he said. "But
it's what we do when things get
tough that really counts."

He leaned back in his chair,
his gaze never leaving Plankton's
face. "Remember that time you
accidentally turned us into babies?"
A faint smile ghosted his lips
at the memory. "We all were so tiny,
I could've swallowed you whole."
He chuckled, a sound that
was unfamiliar in the somber room.
"But I didn't. Because deep down,
I knew you had more to give to
this world than just being a
rival."

Mr. Krabs chuckled too, the
tension in his eyes easing. "Aye,
that was a wild ride, all right,"
he said, his gruffness softening.

Karen couldn't help but smile
at the memory, wiping a fresh
tear from her screen. "You two
have had quite the history,"
she said, her voice filled with
wonder.

Sponge Bob nodded. "Yeah,
more adventures than I can
count." He paused, his smile
fading. "But none of them
have ever made me feel like
this."

He took a deep breath,
his words coming out in a rush.
"Plankton, if you can hear me,
you need to wake up. Your
Chum Bucket's not going to run
itself, and I can't eat Krabby
Patties without someone to
compete with."

Mr. Krabs grunted in
agreement, his eyes never
leaving Plankton's still
form. "Yeah, and who's going
to challenge me for the title of
best burger in town if you're
not around to stir the pot?"

They shared a
moment of quiet laughter, the
kind that comes from a place
deep within, where memories
are etched. It was a strange
sight: the sworn enemies,
now united by a shared love
for the pint-sized that
was more than just a rival.

It's midnight when he's no longer
in a coma. Right at midnight, was
when their waiting would come to
an end, and everything's changed..

Plankton's eye fluttered open,
his vision blurry. He tried to
sit up. He felt weightless.

Karen and Sponge Bob gasped.
Mr. Krabs' turned to emit
a choking cough. They stared
at the empty space where Plankton's
body still lays.

"What's going on?" Plankton's
voice was faint, echoing around the
room. "Karen?" But they seemed to
ignore him. The doctor sighed.

Karen and Sponge Bob exchanged
a hopeful glance. "Plankton?" she
whispered, leaning in. "Can you hear me?"

Plankton's eye searched the room,
confused. "I'm right here," he said,
his voice growing stronger, but
still not reaching them.

"Ma'am," the doctor says, "I know it's
hard but, you can leave the hospital
whenever you're ready."

Karen nodded, her screen still fixed
on Plankton's body lying on the bed.
The beeping machine had stopped.

"What?" Plankton's voice grew
desperate, floating above the room.
"Why aren't you guys listening?"

Karen's gaze remained fixed on
his lifeless body, the reality of the
situation setting in. "Oh dear
Neptune," she whispered, her hand
trembling as it hovered over his
chest. "He's...he's..."

Sponge Bob's eyes widened in
realization as he cried.

Mr. Krabs stumbled back, his
claws over his mouth, his eyes
bulging in shock. "No, no, no,"
he murmured, his voice a
whispered denial.

The doctor looked from the
machines to the ceiling, his eyes
glassy. "I'm sorry," he said,
his voice hollow. "We did all
we could."

Karen felt the world collapse
around her, her body heavy with
the weight of her loss. Plankton's
voice grew faint, his words lost
in the air like a ghostly echo.
Sponge Bob's sobs filled the
room.

Plankton's spirit hovered above
his body, his mind racing. "What
happened?" he asked, his voice
now a mere wisp of what it had
once been. "Can one of you just
explain to..."

But his words trailed off as he
saw the tears on Karen's screen,
the shock on Mr. Krabs' face,
and the sadness etched into
Sponge Bob's features. "What's going
on?" he asked, his voice barely
a murmur. "Why are you all so
upset? My machine exploded
but now I'm awake!"

It was as if there was a barrier
between them that
muted his voice and kept him
from touching the world.
He waved his arms frantically,
trying to get their attention.

"I'm right here," he whispered,
his voice growing louder with each
desperate attempt. But the only response
was the sadness that hung in
the air, thick and palpable.

The doctor's expression remained
steady, his gaze flicking from
the machines to Plankton's body,
then back to Karen. "Ma'am," he
said gently, "you should go home.
Rest."

But Karen couldn't tear her
screen away from Plankton's
lifeless body.

"Karen?" Plankton called out.
"What's happening?"

But Karen remained silent as she stared
at his still form. Sponge Bob
was crying openly now, his body
heaving with sobs. Mr. Krabs
was leaning against the wall. "What's going
on?" he asked again, his voice
desperate. "Why can't they see
me?"

He looked around the room. "Karen,"
he shouted, his voice echoing
through the emptiness. But she
just sat there. "Guys, I'm
right here!" Plankton's voice
was now a desperate shout, but
it was as if he didn't exist.

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Mr. Krabs wiped his eyes with
a handkerchief, his voice
shaking. "I'm so sorry,
Karen," he said, his words
a mix of sadness and regret.

Karen nodded, not trusting
herself to speak. She felt a
hand on her shoulder, and
looked up to see Sponge Bob's
wet eyes. "We're all here for
you," he murmured, his voice
soothing despite the pain.

Plankton watched as the
world around him shifted,
his friends' sorrow a stark
contrast to his own confusion
but failing to penetrate their
grief.

He follows Karen back home.
"You can't ignore me for..."

He tries to argue, but she
doesn't flinch. He's invisible.
It's like he's not even there.

He follows her through the
desolate streets of Bikini
Bottom, his voice trailing
behind her like a forgotten
thought. "Karen, stop!" he cries,
but she doesn't hear him as she
goes into the Chum Bucket.

Spot, his amoeba puppy, barks
as they come in.

"Oh, Spot," Karen says
sadly, her voice heavy with
a grief Plankton can't fathom.
Spot looks around, sensing
his master, tail wagging.

"Spot, boy," Plankton calls out.
He goes to sniff his owner
right where he's standing.

The puppy's nose twitches.
"Spot, it's me," Plankton whispers,
his voice now a mere wisp. The
amoeba wags his tail.
But Spot doesn't jump up to
lick his face like he always
does.

Plankton watches as Karen
moves about the room without a glance.

He follows her, his spirit trailing
behind her. "Look," he says, his voice
bouncing off the glass beakers
and unused gadgets. But she
simply picks up a half-finished
experiment, her screen glazed
over with unshed tears.

Plankton's inventions are scattered
across the floor. "Karen, see this,"
he says, trying to show her
his latest gizmo. But she
just steps over them.

"Karen!" he yells, his voice
bouncing off the walls. 
But she doesn't acknowledge
him, her screen
fixed on a photo of them
from their wedding.

"What's happening?"
he whispers, his voice
trembling. "Why can't she
see me?"

He watches her, his mind
racing with possibilities. "Karen,
sweetie," he says, his voice
desperate, "It's me, Plankton.
Your husband." But she just
keeps moving, her actions
a painful ballet of loss.

"Karen," he pleads,
his voice cracking. 
"Look at me."

He waves his hands wildly
in front of her,
but she doesn't flinch.
It's like he's not even there.

"Karen, can you hear me?"
Plankton shouts, his voice
bouncing around the room,
but it's as if he's speaking
into a void.

He follows her into the
living room, where she
slumps onto the couch, her
body wracked with sobs.
"What's the matter?" he
asks, his voice now a mere
echo of his former self.

But Karen doesn't respond,
doesn't even look up. Plankton
paces the room, trying to
make sense of this. "Karen," he
says again.
But she turns her attention to
Spot.

"I don't know how to tell you,"
she whispers with tears.

Plankton stops in his tracks. "What do you
mean?" he asks, but she doesn't
hear him. He backs up, Spot
following him. "Spot," Karen calls.

The puppy wags his tail, looking
between Plankton and Karen. Plankton
feels a pang of hope. "Come
here, boy," he says, his voice
desperate.

But Spot just sits there,
staring at Karen, tail thumping
the floor. Plankton's voice
cracks. "Why won't anyone
listen to me?" he cries out.

"Spot," Karen repeats, her voice
broken. "I need to tell you
something. Your daddy... isn't
coming back. Plankton's
not coming home." "What
are you talking about?" he
chokes out, his voice echoing in
his own mind. "I'm right here!"

But Spot's eye remains, his tail wagging slightly,
his expression hopeful. Plankton
watches as she picks him up,
cradling him in her arms. "He's
always been there for us,"
she says, her voice cracking.
"But now, it's just you and me."

Plankton's spirit feels a
chill run through him. "What do
you mean?" he asks, his voice
now a faint whisper. He moves
to his chair, and Spot leapt out of
Karen's grasp as he follows Plankton.

Spot jumps onto the chair,
his tail wagging. Plankton
desperately tries to pet him,
but his hand goes right through.
"Spot," he says, his voice barely
audible. "Spot, I'm here."

The amoeba puppy tilts his head,
his eye searching. Plankton
can almost feel the warmth of his
body, but his touch is met with
only cold emptiness. "Spot, please,"
he whispers, his eye filling with tears
that won't fall in his new ethereal
form.

Karen looks at Spot. "You're
going to have to be strong,"
she says, her voice thick with
unshed tears. "Daddy's not coming
back."

Plankton's spirit recoils at
the words, his mind racing.
"What do you mean?" he asks again,
his voice now a desperate
whisper. "I'm right here!"

But Karen's gaze fixed on Spot.

Plankton's voice is lost in
the abyss of his own disbelief.
"Karen," he whispers, his voice
now a mere echo in the
silence of the room. "What
are you saying?" He sits down
in the chair, Spot watching him
intently. Karen looks confused
at Spot.

"It's ok, buddy," she says. "Daddy
loved us very much, but now he's
gone."

Plankton's mind reels. "What
do you mean 'gone'?" he asks,
his voice barely a whisper. "I'm
right here!"

Karen doesn't react to his
desperate pleas. She just sits
there, watching Spot.

Plankton tries again, his voice
now a mere echo of what it
once was. "Karen," he calls out,
his desperation palpable. "Can
you hear me?" But she's lost in
her own world of pain. At
least Spot recognizes him.

"Spot," Karen says. "What are you
staring at?"

Plankton's spirit feels like
it's going to shatter. "It's me!" he
shouts, his voice bouncing off
the walls without reaching her.
He waves his arms wildly, but she
doesn't flinch. It's as if he's
invisible, not even there.

He watches as she
moves through their home, her
actions muted by his inability
to interact. "Why
can't you see me?" he whimpers,
his voice lost in the void.

Plankton's spirit follows her, his
desperation growing with each
ignored plea. 

"You ok, Karen?" he asks, his
voice unheard.

Karen doesn't respond, lost in thought.

"Karen," Plankton calls again,
his voice growing weaker. "I
can see you, why can't you see me?"

Karen's going through the
motions of a life without him.
The sound of her sobs
haunts him, echoing through
his invisible existence.

"Well, I guess I can watch some
soap operas since he's not
around to complain." She says
with forced laughter through
her tears.

Plankton watches her. She's moving on,
without even realizing he's
right beside her. She doesn't
even look up from the TV!

He stands in front of the TV
but she doesn't flinch. He's
getting mad now. "Forget the
TV!" He says, trying to cause
a ruckus by jumping onto it.
But Plankton's now in the TV
as it cuts to static.

He's trapped in the flickering
lights, his tiny frame
distorting on the screen.
"Karen!" He yells, his voice
now a part of the static.

"What's up with the TV?" Karen
says. "I can't get it to..."

But her words are lost to Plankton,
now in the static, his spirit
pushing against the unseen barrier.
"Hey!" he shouts, his voice
distorting with the fuzz of the
television, banging it audibly. Karen
hears the banging as the TV shakes.

"What's going on?" she asks, her
screen a mix of fear and confusion.

Plankton's spirit is desperate,
his voice now a part of the
static, his form a flickering
shadow on the TV screen.
"Karen!" he cries,
his words lost in the fuzzy
chaos.

Karen jumps at the sound of
her deceased husband's
distorted voice. "Was that...
PLANKTON?"

Plankton's spirit, still trapped
in the TV, nods vigorously.
"Yes, yes, it's me!" he cries,
his voice distorted through
the static.

Karen stares, her hand trembling
as it hovers over the remote.
"How?" she whispers with shock.

Plankton's spirit, still trapped,
keeps shouting, his words
a cacophony of static. "It's
me, Karen! I'm right here! I
followed you home from the
hospital and only Spot..."

"Plankton, you died in the
hospital.." "What?" he asks, his
confusion palpable. "That's
impossible; I'm right here!"
He waves his arms in front
of the flickering screen, his
body a distortion of colors.

Karen's eyes well up with
fresh tears. "Plankton," she
whispers, her hand shaking
as it clutches the remote. "You've
got to go. You've got to move on."

The static on the TV screen
swirls into a tornado of
colors as Plankton's spirit
fights against the invisible
barrier. "No," he
screams, his voice a muffled
cry in the cacophony of
electronic distortion. "I can't
leave you.."

Karen's screen filled with
tears as she looks at the flickering
shadow that is her husband.
"Spot and I will be okay," she says,
her voice shaking with emotion.
"But you can't stay here."

Plankton pauses,
his form rippling in the static.
"But what about the Krabby
Patty formula?" he asks, his
voice a distant echo.

Karen's smile is sad, her screen
wet with unshed tears. "It's just
a recipe, Plankton," she says
softly. "You've always been so
much more than that."

Plankton's spirit seems to
deflate, the static dimming.
"But I've spent my life
trying to get it," he says, his voice
barely audible. "What's the
point if I can't even..."

"The point," Karen says, her
voice firm despite the tears
streaming down her screen, "is that
you've touched more lives than
any Krabby Patty ever could.
You've got to go, Plankton.
Find peace."

Plankton's spirit flickers,
his eye searching hers. He nods,
his form growing transparent.
"Ok," he whispers, his voice
now a faint echo in the static.
"I'll go. But I'll always be with
you, Karen. And Spot. In spirit."

The TV screen fades to black,
the static dissipating as Plankton's
spirit is released. Karen
stares at the empty space, her
hands clutching the remote tightly.
"Thank you," she says. "Thank
you for everything."

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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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Music, Arts, Crafts, Recipes and Fashion blogging from a Gothic/Dark Romantic perspective.
Saturday 26 November 2011
Cliques, Judging and Subcultures
Most goths, at some point, will have been judged for how they look. At the darkest end there are things like when people get beaten up and even killed for how they look, and at the other there's assumptions made such as "goths are rude and pretentious" etc. We don't like being judged for being goths. We shouldn't do it to other groups. Just because someone wears fashionable clothes, that doesn't make them snobby and elitist about those who don't. Just because someone wears over-sized plastic-rim glasses and plimsols does not make them vacant and pretentious. Just because someone is wearing tracksuit bottoms and hooded jumper, that does not make them rude and violent (maybe they're going to the gym!). Just because someone wears skinny jeans and has dyed black hair does not mean they are histrionic attention-seekers. Goths aren't inherently nicer than everyone, that's why I have to make this post. 
Really, there is no reason for me to elaborate this into a vast wall of text. Yes, there are a disproportionate amount of certain types of bad behaviour in certain groups which is why some of these stereotypes exist in the first place, but even if there are more thugs that wear tracksuit bottoms and hooded jumpers than wear designer jeans, that doesn't mean that wearing a tracksuit makes someone a thug. That same logic goes for the other things. I may not LIKE any of those other styles, and think that a lot of them look terribly hideous, but I deal with that by NOT WEARING THEM and wearing things I don't think look hideous. I do not hate other styles, although I do think they are sometimes rather amusing (like when people wear logo or slogan t-shirts and have no idea what they represent, or when they walk around with their trousers halfway down their rears) but I also realise I'm probably amusing trying to run for the bus in platform boots. Other people are entitled to the same freedom of expression as we are. 

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 What’s in the basement?

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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.

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Pretending to be asleep doesn’t work

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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...

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
11 hr. ago
AceMcClean

“Wow, I can’t believe we all looked so 
different back then!” my child 
exclaimed.

Whilst looking at the “homo-sapien” exhibit, it was sad to learn of their 
bitter nuclear end although it led to our uprising.

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r/TwoSentenceHorror
14 hr. ago
Techn0Cy


My stepson leaned towards me and asked, “Do I look human?”
It’s been 2 months since we’ve come to this planet so I told him he looked fantastic 
I’m so proud of him.

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My family        
Story by Pansyk            

I died eight years ago.

It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life.

It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful.

If anything, I’m the opposite..

↓Keep reading ↓

31ST OCT 2020 

u/Pansyk

I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and

lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe.

It's not his fault.

I am not vengeful.

I’m the opposite.

You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her.

I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home.

Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her.

As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent,  so they weren’t afraid or angry.

They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family.

Someone is trying to force the door.

Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family.

The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that.

The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin.

Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

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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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