Roomcore Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Roomcore Emojis & Symbols

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. I'm so excited; I've been waiting in his closet for hours.

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

‘Next Time You’ll Know Better’ by IPostAtMidnight Have you ever walked into a room, and found a vampire? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink? Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your neck? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories? Well, have you? Perhaps not. But let me rephrase the question: Have you ever walked into a room, and suddenly forgotten why you came in?
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
https://i.imgflip.com/8m2omg.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2p6t.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2pb4.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2pih.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2pnl.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2q2s.gif
pls note the ai inflicts emotional damage (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
AI Story Generator
completely free, NO signup required (ever), and unlimited!
All I saw was red ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ↓ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ↓ I check into small hotel some kilometres away. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. “But one more thing, comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there.” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. “By the way who is in that room?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. M*rdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red..

Related Text & Emojis

https://creepyspooketty.fandom.com/wiki/Rules
~ -creepypastastories- Monsters and Ghosts Monsters are real, also ghosts They live inside us And sometimes they win

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

🕷️🥀𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊🥀🕷️
https://www.creepypasta.com/submit-your-pasta/guidelines/
SEP 27 A 15-year old boy in a small town sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day. It consisted of two words; “please come”. Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he’d been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate’s house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away. When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone. When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy’s classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.
The 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.
r/TwoSentenceHorror 6 yr. ago Lightuke 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..."
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...
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.”.
🕷🩸𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯🕷🩸
🌑💫🦇🌑💫
https://emojicombos.com/read-before-doing-horror https://emojicombos.com/how-to-write-horror

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

⎛⎝(•̀ ‿•)⎠⎞ ⎛⎝(•ⱅ•)⎠⎞ ⎛⎝(ʘ ⱅ ʘ)⎠⎞ ⎛⎝(⌒ⱅ⌒ )⎠⎞ ⎛⎝(᠐ ᢍ ᠐)⎠⎞ ⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞ᵐᵘʰᵃʰᵃ (㇏(•̀ ᢍ •́ )ノ) (㇏(♡ ᢍ ♡)ノ)𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡… (㇏(⋆ ゚  ຶ ゚⋆)ノ) /\ ^𝅒_𝅒^ /\ /\ ^.ˍ.^ /\ /\ ^.╴ˍ.^ /\ ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤ ☆ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤ ҉ ★
As I played in the basement, Mother called me upstairs. From behind me, She whispered, ‘Don’t go up there.’ — CheckeredBag
https://aminoapps.com/c/creepypasta-tm/page/item/community- rules/X4gV_3jiXIRG72JmMgjN73k8BxdD5RGLop

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

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

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

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
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
User Conduct Do not abuse, harass, threaten, impersonate or intimidate other users. Do not post or transmit any content that is obscene or encourages criminal conduct. Do not harass, intimidate, threaten, or express an interest in harming other users in any way/shape/form anywhere on this site. This is a community, and if you cannot coexist with the other users in it then this is not the place for you to be. Similarly, stories that make fun of actual existing victims of violent crimes are not allowed. You are not allowed to write stories that slander, defame, or spread unsubstantiated rumors and/or gossip about individuals. Do not upload, post, email, transmit or otherwise make available any material that contains software viruses or any other computer code, files or programs designed to interrupt, destroy, limit the functionality of, or enable unauthorized access to any computer software or hardware or telecommunications equipment. Keep explicit political satire out of this site. We are not the place for that. Stories involving harsh animal treatment and/or demise are not allowed. Steer clear of writing stories that's main purpose is to bash someone. We're not about that.

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

ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ⁽ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴸᵃᵗᶤᶰ ᶜᶤᵇᵘˢ˒ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᶠᵒᵒᵈˢ⁾ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷᶰ ᵃˢ ˢᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ⁽ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ˒ ˢᶤ̂ᵗᵒˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ/ᵒʳ ᵈʳᶤᶰᵏ ᴮʳᵃᶰᶜʰᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵒᶠ ᶤᶰᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ ᴾᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶻʸᵐᵃʳᶤᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᵍᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᶤᵖˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵃᶜᶜʰᵃʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡˡ ᶤᵗᵉᵐˢ # ᴬ ᴮ ᶜ ᴰ ᴱ ᶠ ᴳ ᴴ ᴵ ᴶ ᴷ ᴸ ᴹ ᴺ ᴼ ᴾ ᵠ ᴿ ˢ ᵀ ᵁ ᵛ ᵂ ᵡ ᵞ ᶻ ᴬ ᴬᵇᶻᶤᶜʰᵉᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶜᵉʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶜʳᶤˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡᵃᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡˡᶤᵘᵐᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬˡᵗʰᵃᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᶰᵃᵖˢʸᵗᶤᵏᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵖᶤᵉᵐᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵖᶤᵒᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵠᵘᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵃᶜʰᶤᵇᵘᵗʸʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵃᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵒᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬʳᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴬᵘᵇᵉʳᵍᶤᶰᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮ ᴮᵃᵍᵉˡᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵃᶰᵃᶰᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵉᶤᵏᵒᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤᶠᵗᵉᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᶤˢᵏᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵒᵒᵇᵉʳᵒᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮʳᵒʷᶰᶤᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴮᵘʳʳᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜ ᶜᵃᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᵏᵉᵈᵖᵃᶰˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃˡᵃᵐᵘˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶰᵈʸᶜᵃᶰᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃᶰᵈʸᶜᵒʳᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵉˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵃʳʳᵒᵗᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᶤᶜˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᶤˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶜˣʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶤʳᶤᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᶤʳᵒᵐᵉʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰᵒᵗᵈᵒᶰᵏᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰʸᵐᵒᵐᶤˡᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʰʸᵐᵒᵖᵒʳᵗᵒᵏᵃˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᶠᵉˢᵗᶤᶰᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒˡᵃˡᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵒᶜᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵒʳᵖᵒʳᶤᶜᵃʳᵃᵐᵉˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᵃᵖᵒˢᵃᶰᵈʷᶤᶜʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᶤˢᵖˡᵒʷᶠʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜʳᵘˢᵗᵘᵐᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᶜᵘʳᵇᶤᵗᵃᶜᵉᵃᵉᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᶜᵘʳᵇᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶜᵘᵖᶜᵃᵏᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰ ᴰᵉʰʸᵈˡᵉᵍʳᶤᵗʰˡʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᶤᵖˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᵒᵘᵇᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴰᵘˡᶜᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴱ ᴱᵍᵍᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵘˢᵐᵃˣᶤᵐᵘˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠ ᶠᵃʲᶤᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠᵃˢᵒˡᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠˡᶤᵗᶻᵃᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵃᵍᵃʳᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵃᵒᵘˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʳᵘᶜᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠʸᵏᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶠɤᵖᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳ ᴳᵃˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᵃʳᶤᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᶤᵃᵒᵘʳᵗᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᶤᶰᵍᵉʳᵇʳᵉᵃᵈᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳˡᵉᶤᶠᶤᵗᶻᵒᵘʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴳᵘˢᵗᵃᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴴ ᴴᵃˡᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴴᵃᵐᵇᵘʳᵍᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴵ ᴵᶜʰᵗʰʸᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴵᵉᶰˢᶤᵐᵖᵉᵗʳᵒᵛᵉˢᵗʳᶤᵖᵃᵗᵉʳᵃᵈˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴶ ᴶᵉˡˡʸᵇᵉᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴶᵘᶰᵏᶜᶤᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷ ᴷᵃˡᵃᵐᵖᵒᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵉʳᵃˢᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵉᵗˢᵃᵖᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷʳᵉᵐᵃᵏᵃˡᵃᵐᵖᵒᵏᶤᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵘᵐᵠᵘᵃᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴷᵘʳᵇᵉʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸ ᴸᵃᶜʰᵃᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵃᶜᵘᵗᶤᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵉᵐᵒᶰᵃᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᶤᵖᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵠᵘᶤᵗᵘʳᶜᶤᵇᵘˢᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵘᵏᵃᶰᶤᵏᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵒᵘᵏᵒᵘᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴸᵃ̈ʳᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹ ᴹ&ᴹᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᶜᵃʳᵒᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᵍᵉᶤʳᵒᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃᵍᶤᵒᶰᵉᶻᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃˡˡᶤᵗᶤᵍʳᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵃˡᵘˢᵈᵒᵐᵉˢᵗᶤᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᶜᴰᵒᶰᵃˡᵈᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᶜᴰᵒᶰᵃˡᵈˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵍᵃᵇʳᵘᶤˢᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵗʰʸᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒˢᶜʰᵒˡᵉᵐᵒᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵒᵘˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹᵘᶠᶠᶤᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴹʸʳᵗᶤˡᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴺ ᴺᵃᵇᶤˢᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴺᵃᶜʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼ ᴼᵃᵗᵐᵉᵃˡ⁻ᴳᵘʸᴾʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵉᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼʳᵉᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼˢᵒˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼˢᵗʳᵃᶜᵒᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵛᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴼᵛᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾ ᴾᵃᵍᵒᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃˡᵐᵃʳᶤᵃ ᴾᵃˡᵐᵃᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵃᵗᵃᵗᵃᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵐᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵖᵖᵉʳˡᵘᶜᶤᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵉᵖᵖᵉʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾʰᵒᵇᵒʷᶤᵏᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᶤᶻᶻᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵒᵖᶜᵒʳᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾᵒᵖˢᶤᶜˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴾˢᵒᵐᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵠ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵃᵈᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴿ ᴿᶤᵍᵃᵗᵒᶰᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᴿʸᶻᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢ ˢᵃᶜᶜʰᵃʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵃᵍᶤᵒᵘᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᴬᵁˢᴬᴳᴱᴬᴴᵡᴾᴴᴼᴮᴵᴬ ˢᶜʰᶰᵉˢˢᵉᶰᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᶤᶰᵃᵖᶤᵛᶤʳᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᶤᵗᵃʳᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵏᶤᵗᵗˡᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵐᵉᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵖᵃᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᶤᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵖˡᵉˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳᵇᵘᶜᵏˢᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀ ᵀᵃᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵍᵃᶰᶤᵗᵉᵖᵃᵗᵃᵗᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵍᵃᶰᵒᵖˢᵒᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᶤᵐᵐᶤᵉᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵒʳᵗᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵘᵇᵉʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵀᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵁ ᵛ ᵛᵃᶠˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵃᶰᶤˡˡᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵃᵗᵒᵐᵒᵘʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᶤᵛᶤᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵈᶤᶰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵘᵗᶤᵐᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵛᵒᵘᵗʸʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵡ ᵡᵒᶜᵒˡᵃᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵞ ᵞʳᵒᵘˣᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᵞᵁᴹᴹᵁᴷᴿᴵˢᴾᴱᴴᴷᴿᴱᴹᴹᴱᴾᴴᴼᴮᴵᴬ ᶻ ᶻʸᵐᵃʳᶤᵏᵃᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ ᶻʸᵗʰᵒᵖʰᵒᵇᶤᵃ
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
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.
‘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...
Leon Czolgosz March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute Leon Czolgosz, the assassin of William McKinley (the 25th President of the United States) was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
March 24, 2008 / Artifacts and Objects / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute The assassin of William McKinley, 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
A soldier called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home." "Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know" the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us." "I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live." "No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us." "Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own." At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identily the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
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
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.
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
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
一生中最幸福的一天 我看著即將成為岳父的人握著他女兒的手穿越走道,當名為「婚禮進行曲」的 背景音樂響起,他的臉上有淚珠滑落的痕跡。 我想這是因為這提醒了他,幾分鐘後,他將看著我牽著他女兒的手,為她戴上戒指。 他走上祭壇,我握著她的手,笑得合不攏嘴,這是我一生中最幸福的一天。 新娘的父親跪在地上,開始哀求:「求你了,我已經按你的要求做了,拜託把 我的女兒還給我。」 我瞪了他一眼:「閉嘴,別再破壞這一刻了。如果你坐下來享受儀式,也許我 會告訴你她身體的其他部分藏在哪裡。」 原文作者:recludus
🩸🍷🧛🏻‍♀️🕷🕸⛓
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..."

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

Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.
The Answers As I lived my life, I had always pondered on the mysteries of the universe. I wondered what it all meant, why we were all here, and what lie beyond. That was the reason I became a scientist. I slaved over my work trying to unlock the unknown whole of creation. Always fighting a never ending battle to seek answers for life's greatest questions. Then, when my life came to an end from an untimely accident, I found myself standing on the precipice to eternity. In the seemingly infinite chasm of darkness, a voice called out a question to me... "Shall all of the answers be revealed to you, or will you swim the sea of creation in unknowing bliss?" "Please... Show me the answers I have tirelessly searched for and still seek!" "Very well..." A sudden emergence of a blinding light bathed me, and I was brought into the entirety of knowledge kicking and screaming. That was almost two years ago... Today I lay in my playpen attempting my last ditch efforts at telling my new Mom and Dad what I know, but all they see, and all they've seen for months, is a child at play, talking gibberish. My urgency grows and the fear begins to consume my mind as I realize... the better I get at communicating with them, the more of what I know fades from my memory.
A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?
My Sister's Sculpture My Mother told me about it when I was around 6 years old. She told me I wasn't an only child, I was one of two little girls. You see, she told me that when I was first born along with my twin sister, she died the evening she was born. She never told me why or how she died.or when they had the funeral for her. She told me about my Father going into a deep sense of mourning, and so to let us never forget my little sister my Father made a sculpture ofher. She was painted to every last detail. Her cute blue eyes to the little dimples in her cheeks. My Father would copy me as a reference since we were twins, and as I grew up I thought the sculpture was of me, but now that my Mother cleared this all up I felt more close to the sculpture than I did before. It wasn't long until I noticed that every year; on my birthday my Father would replace the sculpture and now the sculpture looked the same age as me, as if the sculpture would follow me as l aged. My Father continued to do this well into my teenage years, capturing her older and more mature features and the change in her face. On my 18th birthday I realised I could not sleep. I was wondering how my Father made the sculpture so detailed to me so late into the night. Perhaps he took a photo of me and paints it in every detail? I was curious. So I desided to creep my way downstairs to see if could catch my Father making the sculpture, and as l peeked my head around the kitchen door I felt all the colour of my face drain. There, on the Kitchen table my Father was injecting the “sculpture” with a liquid as he whispered "You will always be my little sculpture." as I watched the “sculpture's” hands twitch.
The Growths May 12, 2008 / Madness, Paranoia, and Mental Illness / anonymously authored / 2 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 2 minutes I’d had them ever since I was a kid. I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back. I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they’d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better. I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail; trying to get them off was always a lost cause because I couldn’t continue once the pain kicked in. But today was different. It’s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of drink. I was originally planning to use sharps, but figured that trying to slice through the tough growths would be too arduous in my state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B. I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue, couldn’t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange formations. I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more... Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go!

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

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
Mary had a little lamb It's fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day That was against the rules, It made the children laugh and play But soon they felt like fools. Mary’s corpse was in a room And oh, what a scene! The kids saw her coated in blood And regretted being mean. Soon the police arrived Stepped over Mary’s heart, And tried to ask everyone How she was ripped apart. But when nobody knew The origins of all the gore, The police decided That it was time to go hardcore. And so everyone was dragged To detectors so they can’t tell a lie But everybody refused to tell Why Mary had to die. Suspects were jailed everywhere Tom, Barb, and Sam Because not a single person knew The murderer was the lamb. June 21, 2017 hellofinah
The Missed Call May 23, 2008 / Strange and Unexplained / anonymously authored / 1 minute of reading . Estimated reading time — < 1 minute A strange ringtone plays on your cell phone, you reach for it but whoever it was must have hung up, a wrong number maybe. You look at the phone anyway. You’ve missed a call. You listen to it. When you put the phone to your ear. Suddenly you hear a scream of pain, you toss the cell across the room, but you can still hear it. When you finally pick the phone up you see who the call was from, you realize who’s voice it was. Yours.
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.

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

https://www.creepypasta.com/ya-te-veo/
SherlockHolmesz 25 apr 2023 On average, you walk past 36 murderers in your lifetime. ~iFunny
Digital_F1aw POV: You were a respected scientist who made an uncanny discovery in the Siberian permafrost. You tried to warn them, but no one listened. As the rumbling footsteps creep closer and closer, you can't help but laugh. 5 jul
We felt proud as our daughter got on the bus to enjoy her first day of school. Our hearts dropped when the real school bus arrived moments later... ✨NyaChat
r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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...
Fatherly Advice She broke it off with me today. She said something about how we just weren’t meant to be and that we could be friends. They always say that. At first I was hurt. Then I was angry. How could she do this to me after everything I’ve done for her? Not meant to be? I started to get really mad! But then I remembered the advice my father gave me long ago after my first big heartbreak. “Son, some-times a woman just doesn’t want to give you her heart, and that’s OK, because you can always cut it out of her chest...” 8 YEARS AGO
I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.
ᵗʰᵉʷʰⁱᵗᵉᶠᵃᵉ ᴼᵘʳ ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ᴵˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗˢ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁿ⸴ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ᵇᵉ⸴ ⁱᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ˢᵘʳᶠᵃᶜᵉ? ᴾᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ⸴ ᵃ ᵈᵒᵒʳʷᵃʸ? ᴼᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ⸴ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʷᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᴱᵃʳᵗʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ⠘ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳʷᵃᵗᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵒ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢˡⁱᵖ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵒʳ‧ ᴵ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵉʳᵍᵉⁿᶜʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏᵉʳ‧ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵘᵇᵐᵃʳⁱⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᔆᵒᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵘᵖ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ʷⁱˡˡ ʳᵘⁿ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉˡʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳʳᵒʳ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᵘˡᶠᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ‧
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/102416085/doreen-watsford https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/206856573 https://newspaperarchive.com/broken-hill-barrier-miner-jun-30-1943-p-1/ Doreen June Watsford Doreen's barely a tweenager when she slipped near a rocky grotto by her cousins home. Doreen lost her footing balance on some unstable terrain crumbling down below with her. Doreen's lifetime was c. 193X-194X BURIAL Rookwood General Cemetery Rookwood, Cumberland Council, New South Wales, Australia PLOT Anglican Sect 15 grave 2539 MEMORIAL ID 102416085 ·

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

🕸 🩸🧛🏻‍♀️ 🧛🏻‍♀️ 🩸 🕸
r/TwoSentenceHorror TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 9 hr. ago CalebVanPoneisen “Sorry, but I just can’t do this,” I admit to the bungee instructor. The next moment, I’m falling, pushed by my friend, whose horrified face reveals him realising my harness wasn’t attached.
OCT 11 The Girl in the Photograph One school day, a boy named Twm was sitting in class and doing maths. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eyes. His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran so fast that no one else could grab it. He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was holding up two fingers, as if formed into a peace sign. She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “No.” He was devastated. When he was home, he asked his sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “No.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep. In the middle of the night Twm was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked to his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone. The next day again he asked his neighbours if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew. She said “No.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep. Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the girlish giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by car. He passed, with the picture in his hand. The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He saw a cute girl, holding up three fingers. made by arood / contributors: arood

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

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..
r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 days ago Aquillyne Not one of those trickster genies, it was genuinely trying to give me what I wanted... I should have been clearer when I asked for her heart.
avoid writing about- ~animals ~unnecessary detail ~certain groups -in such stories

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

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

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.
‘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...
r/TwoSentenceHorror 1 yr. ago normancrane I learnt my mum and dad were both proudly pro-choice parents. That's why, as I fatally strangled them with my umbilical cord, they must have respect my choice to not have parents.
https://tttake.hatenablog.com/entry/2020/11/12/%28-phobia%29_%E6%81%90%E6%80%96%5B%E7%97%87%5D%E3%81%AE%E7%A8%AE%E9%A1%9E%E3%81%A3%E3%81%A6%E3%80%81%E3%81%A9%E3%82%8C%E3%81%8F%E3%82%89%E3%81%84%E6%9C%89%E3%82%8A%E3%81%BE%E3%81%99%E3%81%8B%EF%BC%9F_
🦇💖💜🦇💖💜🦇💖💜
⡍⢎⡱⢌⠲⣡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡤⢓⣌⣶⣡⣾⡄⠃⠘⠀⠃⠸⠦⢇⣎⠴⡡⢎⠴⣡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡤⢓⡌⢲⢡⠚⡔ ⡜⢢⡑⢎⡱⢢⡙⡔⢣⠜⡡⢎⡱⢌⠣⡜⡡⢎⣱⣾⣿⣿⠛⠁⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠈⠁⠙⣎⠲⣁⠳⢌⠣⡜⡡⢎⡱⢌⠣⡜⡡⢎⡱⢌⠣⡜⡡⢎⡱⢌⠣⡜⡡⢎⡱⢡ ⣌⠣⡜⢢⡑⢣⠜⣌⠣⢎⡱⢊⠴⣉⠖⣡⠓⣼⡟⣾⠝⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠡⡈⠂⠀⠈⢳⡌⠳⡌⡓⢬⡑⢎⠴⣉⠖⣡⠓⣌⠲⣉⠖⣡⠓⣌⠲⣉⠖⣡⠓⣌⠲⡡ ⢆⡓⢬⠱⣌⢣⠚⡤⢋⠦⡱⣉⠖⣡⠚⡤⣹⢷⡛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠢⡀⢠⡀⠩⡓⢬⡑⢦⡙⣌⠲⣡⠚⡤⢋⡔⢣⠜⡸⢄⠫⡔⢣⠜⡸⢄⠫⡔⢣⡑ ⡄⡛⡄⢧⡘⣄⠻⣠⠛⡤⢣⡘⠼⣀⠟⡠⣟⡿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⢿⣀⠻⣠⠸⣀⠧⣀⠟⡠⢇⡸⢃⡜⢣⠜⣣⠘⡇⡜⢣⠜⣣⠘⣇⠸ ⢬⠱⡘⢦⡘⢤⠓⡤⢋⡔⢣⠜⡱⢌⢎⣱⡿⣼⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⢂⠘⡦⢓⠤⡓⣌⠲⡡⢎⣱⣪⣴⣷⣾⣳⡾⣶⣻⣦⣝⣢⠍⡴⢉⢆⠣ ⢆⠣⡍⢆⡙⢦⡙⠴⡩⢜⡡⢎⡱⢊⠲⣸⡟⣷⠁⠀⠀⢀⣠⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠈⠘⠀⢹⢎⠲⡱⢨⢱⣵⣾⢿⣽⣻⣞⡷⣟⣯⠵⣍⡻⣽⣻⢿⣦⣍⠪⣑ ⢎⡱⡘⠦⣙⢢⡙⢦⡑⢎⡔⢣⠜⣡⠓⡤⣟⣾⠀⠀⢠⢾⣿⡇⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣾⣃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡟⣌⢣⡑⣳⣿⣻⢾⡿⣽⣳⣿⣻⢯⡿⣿⣮⢷⡥⢏⡿⣽⣾⡃⢆ ⠦⡑⠥⡓⡌⢦⡑⢦⡙⢦⡘⢥⠚⡤⢋⠴⣟⡆⠀⢠⣯⣿⣿⡇⣷⣕⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣫⣿⣿⣹⠄⠀⠀⢠⡏⡔⢣⢜⣿⣳⡿⣯⣟⣯⣷⢯⣟⣿⡽⣷⣻⣟⡯⡝⢾⣟⣷⡍⢆ ⢣⡙⠦⡱⡘⢦⡙⠴⡘⢆⡙⢦⡙⠴⣉⠒⣿⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⡿⢚⣤⣦⣤⡄⢳⣿⣿⢳⣿⠏⠀⠀⢸⠴⣉⠖⣸⡿⣯⣟⣷⢿⣽⡾⣟⡿⣞⣿⡽⣷⣻⢵⢫⣿⢾⡷⣘⠢ ⠣⡜⣡⠱⣉⠖⣌⢣⡙⢢⢍⡒⣌⠳⢌⢣⢻⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⣿⡏⢟⣼⡿⣽⢯⣟⣳⠀⢟⣏⣿⠏⠁⠀⢰⠻⡘⢤⢋⡔⢿⣯⣟⣾⣯⡷⣿⣻⣽⣟⡷⣿⢯⡿⣯⢿⡾⢛⡱⢂⢇ ⢱⣘⣤⣳⣬⣎⣔⣢⣙⣢⣾⣶⣮⣑⣎⣆⡧⠇⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⠗⠸⣯⢿⣽⣻⢾⡝⠀⠈⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⣏⣆⣣⣜⣘⣿⣾⣳⣯⢿⣷⣻⢷⣯⢿⣯⣟⣿⣽⠛⣌⠣⡜⡡⢎ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡏⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⡿⢾⣹⢿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣏⡿⣿⡾⣏⣿⣾⡿⣷⢿⣾⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣾ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⣯⣧⡑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣠⣉⣉⣡⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣜⢽⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⡿⠾⣟⣷⢿⣻⣽⡾⣽⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣥⣽⣾⡍⠓⠦⣤⣀⣰⡟⢿⣩⣷⣿⣟⡏⢧⡀⢀⣀⠀⣰⠛⡝⣾⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣴⣾⣿⣿⢯⣷⢿⣻⣾⣻⢿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣟⣯⣷⣿⣿⣟⣿⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⡿⣶⠀⠀⠈⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣭⠳⠝⢁⡼⢡⢿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡽⣿⢾⣿⣻⣾⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⢿ ⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣬⣖⡸⢷⣀⣀⡠⡤⠚⣿⣿⡿⢿⠿⣿⣿⠛⠲⠶⠶⠖⠾⠅⡓⣪⣭⣭⣴⣿⣿⣿⣦⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣃ ⠉⡁⠻⠿⠻⠿⠻⠟⠿⠷⠿⠻⠿⠻⢿⣿⣿⠿⠹⢟⣯⠉⠀⠀⠙⠿⡵⣿⣿⡼⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⢐⠰⢀⠻⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⡿⣿⢿⡿⠻⠟⠿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⢿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣻⣽⣿ ⠐⡠⢁⠢⠐⡠⠁⠌⡐⣀⠂⣁⠂⣁⠂⠄⡉⠔⣀⠂⡙⢧⣄⣀⡀⠀⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠎⡐⠠⢂⠂⠢⠄⡐⠠⢈⠋⡁⠄⠂⢄⡡⠦⣼⣿⣿⠠⠀⠄⢂⠐⡠⢀⠉⡉⠉⠌ ⠐⢠⠂⠰⠁⡄⢉⠰⠀⡄⠒⡀⠢⠄⠌⡐⠐⠂⡄⠒⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣷⣾⠠⠐⡁⢂⠡⠒⠠⡁⠜⡀⠒⡈⠤⠉⢊⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⠤⣉⠰⢈⠐⠄⡂⢡⠐⡉⠄ ⠈⡄⡌⠁⠒⠈⡄⠂⢡⡄⠁⠂⡅⢨⠐⠈⢡⡌⢠⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠃⡌⠐⢠⢡⠁⠐⠂⠐⢡⠃⠂⠀⢠⠉⠀⠈⣿⡗⢠⡇⠂⠂⢡⠒⠈⡄⠂⡔⠈ ⠠⢁⠄⠃⡄⢃⠐⠌⡠⠐⡉⡐⢈⠄⠂⡅⢂⡐⢈⡐⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡌⡐⠤⠑⠂⡄⢊⠡⠈⠖⡁⠮⣡⠀⠀⠉⠀⢸⣿⣧⣄⠏⡐⠨⠄⢂⠡⢐⠈⡄⠡ ⠐⠂⢌⡐⠄⢂⠌⢂⠤⠑⢠⠐⠡⢈⠂⠔⠠⠐⠂⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣽⣻⢿⣿⣦⣂⠡⠌⡐⠠⢂⠑⡠⠜⠴⢄⠀⠁⠀⠀⢺⣿⡇⢸⡀⠂⠅⠌⡐⠠⢃⠐⡠⢁ ⠈⢌⠠⠐⡈⠤⠈⡄⢂⠡⠂⠌⢂⠡⢈⢂⠡⠡⣙⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣅⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣙⣿⣿⣶⣧⣆⠌⠜⡎⢐⠠⢘⠰⠖⢶⣿⣿⠧⠜⢠⠉⠰⠈⢄⠡⠂⠌⡐⠠ ⠈⢄⠂⠅⠒⢠⠡⠐⠂⡄⠃⢌⠐⢂⢁⠢⣰⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⢰⠁⡂⠌⡐⠂⢌⢸⣿⣿⡄⡘⠠⢈⠡⠘⣀⠂⠅⠊⢄⠡

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

𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. ✦𓂅 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴..☾ ⋆
squidbob 20,000 patties under the sea 23-24 truth or square Pizza delivery episode Dying for pie A day without tears A krusty koncessionaires Are you happy now? Band geeks Breath of fresh squidward Bubblebass’s tab Bulletin board Eek! An urchin! Spongebob you’re fired Funny pants Good neighbors Hello bikini bottom Hiccup plague Bottle burglars House fancy Yeti crabs Krab borg Krusty towers Kwarantined krab Love that squid Two thumbs down Larry the floor manager Mermaid pants Mimic madness House worming Mind the gap Missing identity Mustard o mine Pat the dog Out of the picture Boating buddies Pineapple rv Manray returns Plankton paranoria Restraining spongebob Fiasco Sanitation insanity The sewers of bikini bottom Shark vs. Pods Copybob dittopants Skill crane Snooze you lose Krusty katering Spin the bottle Spongebob in random land Larry’s gym Spongebob’s big birthday blowout Spongebob’s last stand The check up Squid baby Squid defense Squid plus one Squid’s visit Squidbob tentaclepants Squiditis Squids on a bus Squidwood Squidnoir Abrasive side Ear worm The bikini bottom triangle The ghost of plankton two faces of squidward Spongehenge Under the small top Squidward sick daze Unreal estate Code yellow Wishing you well Mall girl pearl Whale watching Artist unknown SpongeBob on parade Yellow pevement Abandon twits Boss for a day
➣ “ What’s a few more… EXCRUCIATINGLY L̮̹̮̥O̱͆̈͐̈́̆Ι͙̖̫OOOOOͫ͒ͣ́O̥̖OO̜̦̦O̝Ọ̭̼̯̹̑ͯ̈̈́̌Ő̻̫̮͕̺͈̼̔̉͒͌͊̉O͔O͇̣̱ͪ̈́̏O̝̖Ι̻̟̝O̟̠̲͇̦̩͈̿ͭ̍̅̀̈͂N̤̮̞͂̍̏G̘͈̜̭͗ͯ̉̀̂Ι.ͦ͋..̟̰̪̼Ι̳̩ …hours. ‟
∩――――――∩ || ໒꒰⁠ ྀི 。◞ ˔ ◟ ꒱ྀི 𐰁ᶻz | ノ  ̄ ̄୨୧ ̄ ̄\ ノ     \ \  || ̄ ̄ ♡ ̄ ̄ ||   \ ノ||―――――――||
██████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████████▓█▓▓▓▓▓█████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████████▓▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓████▓▓▓▓▓▓████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███████████████▓▓██▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ██████████▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███████▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓████▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ████████▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓█████████████▓████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ██████████████▓▓▒▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███████████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓██▓█▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ██████████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ █▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ █▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ █▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ██████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███████████████▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓████████▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓███████████████▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓█▓▓▓█████████▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓█████▓▓▓█▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒█▒▒▓▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓░▒░░░▒▒▒▓▓▒░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓██████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒██▓▒░░▒▓██▓▒░░░▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓███▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒███▓░░░▓███▓░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▓▒░░░▓▓█▓▒░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░▒▒▒▒▒░░░░▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓░░▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▓░░▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓░▒░░▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▒░▒░░░▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒░░▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▓▒▓▓▒░▒▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒░░░░▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▓▒░▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒░░▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓███████████████████▒▒████████▓▒▒█▒▒███▓▒░░░▒▒▒▒▓▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓██████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓█████████████████████████▓▒█████▒▒▓██████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓█▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▓██████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▒▒▒▒▓████████████████████▓▓███▓▓██████▓▓▒███████▓██████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████ ████████████████████████▓████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▒▓████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████████▓▓▓▓▓██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒███████▓███▒▒▒▒▒████████████████████ ████████████████▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓███████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓█████████████████████████████████████████████████▒▓███████▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒██████▓▓▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████████▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓███████████████████▓▓▓███████████████████████████▓▓▒████▓▓▓▓█▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓ ███████████████▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓███████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓███████████████████▓▓▓██████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▒▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ▓▓███████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓███████████████████▓▓▓▓████████████████████████▒▓██████▓▓▓▓██▒███████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓████████▓████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓██████████▓▓██▓▓██▓▓▓▓██▓██████████████████████▓█████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓████▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓███████▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓████████████▓▓██▓▓▓▓███████▓▓███████████████▓▓▓▓███▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▓▓▓▓▓▓███▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓███████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██▓▓██████████████▓▓█▓▓▓██▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ▒░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▓▓█▒██▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒█▓░▒█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓░░▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓░░░▒▓▒░▓▓▒█▒▒██▒█▒░▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░██▓░░▓░▒░░░░░▒█▓░░▒█▓▒░░░░░░░▓███▓▓▓▒ ░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▒░░▓▓▒▒▒█▒██░▓████▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░▓░░▓█▒▒██▓▒░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▓▒▒▓█████████▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▓█▓██▓▓▓▓▓█████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓█▒░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▓▓▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▒▒░░░▒▒▒▒░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒██████▓▓▓██████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▒█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▒░░░░░░░░░░███▓░▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓█▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▒▒▒█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒█▒░▒░░▒░░░░░█░░░░░░░▓██░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓█▒░░░░░░▓░░░░█░░░░░░░░░▓░▓░░░▓██▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▒▒▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒█░░░░░░░░▒▓░░░▒░░░░░░░░░▓░▒░░░░░░░░▒▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒█▓█▒█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▒█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░░░░░▒░░░███░░░░░░░░█░▓▓░░░░░░░░█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█▓▒▓█▓▓▓▓█▓▒▒▒▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒█░░░░░░░▒▓█▓▒░░░▒▓███▓░░█░▓▓░░░░░░░░█░░░▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░▒█▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒█▓▒░█▒▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▓░▓▓▒██▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓█▒░░░░░▓▓███░░░░░░░░▓░▒▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░█▒▓▓█████▓▓▒▓░▓▒█▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓███▒▒█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░░░░░░░░▓███▓░▓█▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒█▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█░░░▒░░░██░░░░░░░░▓█▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▒ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░▒▒▒░██░░░░░░░░░▓▓▓█▓░░░▒▓░░░░░░▒▓░▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░▒▒░▒█░░░░░░░░░▒▒▓██▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░▓▓▒█░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░▓░░░░░░░░░▒▒██████░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▒▓█░░▒▓▒▒░░░░░░░░░█▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░░▓░░░░░░░░░░▒█████░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓████░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░▒████▒░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓████▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░▒▒▒▒▒░▓░░░░░░░░░▒▓███░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓████▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░▒▒▒▒▒░░▓░░░░░░░░░▒▒██░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓████▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░░▒▒▒░░░░█░░░░░░░░░▓██▒░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓███▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░░░░░░░░░██▓▒░░░░░░▒▓▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒▓█▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▒▒░░░░░░░░░█▒░░▒▓░░░█▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓░░░░░░▓░░░░▓░░░░█▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▓█▒▒░░░░░░░░░░█▓░░▒▓░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▒░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒█▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░██░░░░█▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░█▒░░░░░
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.

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

i wish we were all having a sleepover rn. trading secrets and sipping something bubbly ౨ৎ ⋆。˚
https://i.imgflip.com/8o8sm7.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8o8sz2.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8o8t6e.gif
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░░░░░▒░░░▒░▒▒▓████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░░▒▒▒▓▒▒▒░░▒░░░▒░░░▒░░░▓████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░▒▒░░▒░░ ▒▓████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░ ▒▓█████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓██████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓███████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░▒▒░░░░░▒▓▓█████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒░░░▒▒▒▒▓███████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░ ░▓▓▓██████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒ ░▓▓████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░░▓▓█████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░░▓▓██████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░▓▓███████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░▒▒▓███████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▒░░░▒▒▓███████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓ ▒ ▒▓▓████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▒░ ░▓▓▓████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒ ░▓▓▓████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒░░▒▓▓████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓ ▒░░▒▓▓████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒░░▒▒▓████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒░░▓▒█████████████████████████ ▓▓█▓██████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒░░▓▓█████████████████████████ ▒▒░░░▓██▓▒▒▒▒░░░░▓▒░▓▓░░░░▒▒▓██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▒ ▒░░▓▓▓███████████████████████▓ ▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒░░░▒░░▒▒▒▒░▓▓▒▓░░▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▓░░▓▓▒▒▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▓███████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ███████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░▓▓▓▓░▒▓▒▓░░░ ░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░▒░░▒░▒▒░▒▒░░░░░▒▓▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▓▓▓▓▓ ████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒░▒▓▓█▓▓█▓▓▒░ ▓████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░ ░▒▓██████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓███▓▓▓▓ █████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░▓████████████████████████████████▓▓▒▒░ ░▒▓█████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒▒▒▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓▓▓▓ ████████████▓▓▓▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░ ░▒███████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ██████████████▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▓██████████████████████████████████████▓▒░ ░▓██████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ███████████████░░▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓██████████████████████████████████████▓▒░ ░▓██████████████████████████████████████▓▒▒▓░░░░░░░░░▒ ░▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ███████████████▓░░▒▒▒▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓████████████████████████████████████████▓░ ░▒███████████████████████████████████▓░░▓▒░░░░░░░░░▒ ░▒░▒▒▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ████████████████▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▓▓███████████████████████████████████████▓▒░░▓█████████████████████████████████▓▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░▒░ ░░░ ░▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ █████████████████▓▒▓▓░▓▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓██████████████████████████████████████▓░░▓███████████████████████████████▒░▒▒░░░░░░░░░▓█▓ ▒░░ ▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ██████████▓▓▓▓█▓▓▒▓▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▓▓███████████████████████████████████▓▒░▓█████████████████████████████▒░▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒░░░░▒▓▓▓░░▒░▒ ▒░░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░ █████████▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒░░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓▒░▒▓▓████████████████████████████████████▓▒░▓▓██████████████████████████▓ ▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░░▒▓▓▓▒░ ░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ████████▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▓░▓████████████████████████████████████████▓░▒▓▓███████████████████████▓░░▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ████████████████▓▒░▒▓▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓████████████████████████████████████████▒░░▒▓██████████████████████▓░░▓░░░▒▒▒▓▒ ░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒ ██████████████████▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓████████████████████████████████████████▒ ░▓█████████████████████▒ ▒░░░░░░▓░ ░▒▓▒░░░░░░░ ░░▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░ ████████████████▓▒░░░░░▒▒▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒▒▒░░░░▒▒▒▒▓▓▓▓▓████████████████████████████████▒ ░▒▓██████████████████▓░ ▒ ░░░░▓░ ▒▒▓▓▓▒▒░ ▒▓▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░ ████████████▓▓▓▒░░░▒▓▓▓██████████████▓▓▓▓▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░▒▒▒▓▓▓██████████████████████▓▒ ▒▓█████████████████▒ ▒░░░░░▒ ░▒▓███▓ ░▒▒▓▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░ ███████▓▓▒▒░░░░░▒▓▓███████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▒▒░░░░░░░▒▒▓▓▓███████████████████▒ ▒▓████████████████▒ ▓░░░░░▒ ▒███▓ ▒▒▓██▓░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░ ▓▓▓▓▒▒░░░░░░░▒▓▓█████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▒▒░░░░░░░▒▒▓▓▓▓█████████████▓░ ░▓███████████████░ ▒░░░░░░▒ ▒▓██▒ ▒▒▓███▒░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░ ░░░░░░░░░░▒▓███████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▒▒▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒▓█████████▓░ ░▓████████████▓░░▒░░░░░░░▒ ░▒▓█░ ▒▒▓███▒░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░ ░░░░░▒▓▓███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▒░░░░░░▒▓█████▓▓░ ▒▓██████████▒ ░▒░░░░░░░░▓ ▒▓▒ ░▒▒███░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░ ░░▒▓███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░░░░░░░▒▒▒▒░ ░▓▓▓██████▓░ ▒░░░░░░░░▓▓▒ ░▓▓ ▒▒▓▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒░░░░ ░ ░▒▓██████▓▒░░▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░▒▓▒░░▒░░▒░ ▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░░░░ ░░░░░░░▓▓███████▓▓░ ░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░▒░░░▓▒ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▓▓████████▓▒░ ░▒▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░▓▒░░░▓░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▒░░░░▒▓████████▓▓▒ ░▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░▓░░░░▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░░ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░ ▒▓▓████████▓▓▒▒░ ░▒▒▒▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░ ░▒▓███████████▓▓▓▒░ ░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒░░░░ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒ ░▒▓█████████████▓▒ ▒▓▒▒▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒ ░▒▓▓███████████▓▓▓▒░ ░░▒▓▒░░░░░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒ ░░▒▓▓███████████▓▓░ ░░░▒▒░░░░░░░░░░▒▒░░░ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▓░░ ░▒▓▓██████████▓▓▒░ ░░▒░░░ ░▒░░░░ █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓░ ░░▒▓▓▓██████████▓▓▒ ░▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████▓▒░ ░░░▒▓▓███████████▓▓▒▒░ ░░▒▓
https://i.imgflip.com/8m2l2p.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8m2l5x.gif
‘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.
Achluophobia: Fear of darkness Acousticophobiaz: Fear of noise Acrophobia: Fear of heights Aerophobia: Fear of aircraft or flying Agoraphobia: Fear of open places Agyrophobia: Fear of crossing streets Aichmophobia: Fear of sharp or pointed objects Ailurophobia: Fear of cats Algophobia: Fear of pain Amaxophobia: Fear of riding in a car Ancraophobia: Fear of wind or drafts Androphobia: Fear of adult men Anginophobia: Fear of angina or choking Anthophobia: Fear of flowers Anthropophobia: Fear of people or the company of people Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched Aquaphobia: Fear of water. Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection Autophobia: Fear of isolation Bacteriophobia: Fear of bacteria Barophobia: Fear of gravity Bathmophobia: Fear of stairs Batrachophobia: Fear of amphibians Belonephobia: Fear of needles or pins Bibliophobia: Fear of books Botanophobia: Fear of plant Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness Catagelophobia: Fear of being ridiculed Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors Carcinophobia: Fear of cancer Chemophobia: Fear of chemicals Cherophobia: Fear of happiness Chionophobia: Fear of snow Chiroptophobia: Fear of bats Chromophobia, chromatophobia: Fear of colors Chronomentrophobia: Fear of clocks Chronophobia: Fear of time and time moving forward Cibophobia, sitophobia: Fear of food Claustrophobia: Fear of being trapped with no escape Coimetrophobia: Fear of cemeteries Colorphobia: Chromophobia Coprophobia: Fear of feces or defecation Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns Cyberphobia: Fear of computers, the Internet, and new technologies Cynophobia: Fear of dogs Decidophobia: Fear of making decisions Defecaloesiophobia: Fear of painful bowel movements Dementophobia: Fear of insanity Demonophobia, daemonophobia: Fear of demons Dendrophobia: Fear of trees Dentophobia: Fear of dentists and dental procedures Diabetophobia: Fear of diabetes Dipsophobia: Fear of drinking Domatophobia: Fear of houses Dromophobia: Fear of crossing streets Dysmorphophobia: Fear of physical defects (either real or imagined) Dystychiphobia: Fear of accidents Ecclesiophobia: Fear of church Ecophobia: Fear of the home Electrophobia: Fear of electricity Elurophobia: Fear of cats Eisoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors or seeing one’s reflection in a mirror Eurotophobia: Fear of female genitals Emetophobia: Fear of vomiting Enochlophobia: Fear of crowds Entomophobia: Fear of insects Ephebiphobia: Fear of youth Epistaxiophobia: Fear of nosebleeds Equinophobia: Fear of horses Ergophobia, ergasiophobia: Fear of work or functioning Erotophobia: Fear of love Erythrophobia, erytophobia, ereuthophobia: Fear of the color red, or fear of blushing Euphobia: Fear of hearing good news Febriphobia: Fear of fevers Francophobia: Fear of France or French culture Frigophobia: Fear of becoming too cold Gamophobia: Fear of commitment, including cohabitation, marriage or nuptials Geliophobia: Fear of laughter Gelotophobia: Fear of being laughed at Geniophobia: Fear of chins Gephyrophobia: Fear of bridges Genophobia: Fear of honeymoons Genuphobia: Fear of knees or the act of kneeling Gerascophobia: Fear of growing old or aging Gerontophobia: Fear of growing old, or fear of the elderly Globophobia: Fear of balloons Glossophobia: Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak Gnosiophobia: Fear of knowledge Gymnophobia: Fear of having no clothes Gynophobia: Fear of women Hadephobia: Fear of helll Halitophobia: Fear of bad breath Haphephobia: Fear of being touched Hedonophobia: Fear of obtaining pleasure Heliophobia: Fear of the sun or sunlight Hemophobia: Fear of blood Herpetophobia: Fear of reptiles Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia: Fear of the number 666 Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words Hodophobia: Fear of travel Homichlophobia: Fear of fog Hoplophobia: Fear of firearms Hydrophobia: Fear of water Hylophobia: Fear of forests Hypnophobia, somniphobia: Fear of sleep Hypochondria: Fear of illness Iatrophobia: Fear of doctors Ichthyophobia: Fear of fish Ideophobia: Fear of ideas Iophobia: Fear of poison Isolophobia: Fear of being alone Kakorrhaphiophobia: Fear of failure Katagelophobia: Fear of ridicule Kenophobia: Fear of empty spaces Kleptophobia: Fear of stealing Kopophobia: Fear of fatigue Koinoniphobia: Fear of rooms full of people Koumpounophobia: Fear of buttons Kynophobia: Fear of rabies Lachanophobia: Fear of vegetables Leukophobia: Fear of the color white Lilapsophobia: Fear of tornadoes or hurricanes Limnophobia: Fear of lakes Linonophobia: Fear of string Liticaphobia: Fear of lawsuits Lockiophobia: Fear of childbirth Logizomechanophobia: Fear of computers Logophobia: Fear of words Lutraphobia: Fear of otters Lygophobia: Fear of darkness Lyssophobia: Fear of rabies Mageirocophobia: Fear of cooking Megalophobia: Fear of large things Melanophobia: Fear of the color black Melissophobia, apiphobia: Fear of bees Meteorophobia: Fear of meteors Methyphobia: Fear of alcohol Microphobia: Fear of small things Monophobia: Fear of being alone Mottephobia: Fear of moths Musophobia: Fear of mice Mycophobia: Fear or aversion to mushrooms Myrmecophobia: Fear of ants Mysophobia: Fear of germs, contamination or dirt Necrophobia: Fear of death or the dead Neophobia: Fear of newness, novelty, change or progress Nephophobia: Fear of clouds Noctiphobia: Fear of the night Nomatophobia: Fear of names Nomophobia: Fear of being out of mobile phone contact Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals Nosophobia: Fear of contracting a disease Nostophobia, ecophobia: Fear of returning home Numerophobia: Fear of numbers Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness Obesophobia: Fear of gaining weight Octophobia: Fear of the figure 8 Oikophobia: Fear of home surroundings and household appliances Odontophobia: Fear of dentists or dental procedures Ombrophobia: Fear of rain Oneirophobia: Fear of dreams Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes Ophthalmophobia: Fear of being stared at Ornithophobia: Fear of birds Osmophobia, olfactophobia: Fear of odour Panphobia: Fear of everything or the constant fear of an unknown cause Papyrophobia: Fear of paper Pathophobia: Fear of disease Pedophobia: Fear of babies and children Phagophobia: Fear of swallowing Phallophobia: Fear of masculinity Pharmacophobia: Fear of medications Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts or phantoms Philophobia: Fear of love Phobophobia: Fear of fear itself or of having a phobia Phonophobia: Fear of loud sounds or voices Podophobia: Fear of feet Pogonophobia: Fear of beards Porphyrophobia: Fear of the color purple Pteridophobia: Fear of ferns Pteromerhanophobia: Fear of flying Pyrophobia: Fear of fire Radiophobia: Fear of radioactivity or X-rays Ranidaphobia: Fear of frogs Rhypophobia: Fear of defecation Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles Rupophobia: Fear of dirt Samhainophobia: Fear of Halloween Scolionophobia: Fear of school Scopophobia: Fear of being looked at or stared at Selenophobia: Fear of the moon Sexophobia: Fear of the organs for romantic activities Siderodromophobia: Fear of trains or railroads Siderophobia: Fear of stars Sociophobia: Fear of people or social situations Somniphobia: Fear of sleep Spectrophobia: Fear of mirrors Spheksophobia: Fear of wasps Stasiphobia: Fear of standing or walking Tachophobia: Fear of speed Taphophobia: Fear of the graves or being buried alive Tapinophobia: Fear of being contagious Taurophobia: Fear of bulls Technophobia: Fear of computers or advanced technology Teratophobia: Fear of disfigured people Tetraphobia: Fear of the number 4 Thalassophobia: Fear of the sea, or fear of being in the ocean Thanatophobia: Fear of dying Thermophobia: Fear of high temperatures Tokophobia: Fear of childbirth or pregnancy Tomophobia: Fear of invasive medical procedure Toxiphobia: Fear of being poisoned Tremophobia: Fear of trembling Triskaidekaphobia, terdekaphobia: Fear of the number 13 Tonitrophobia: Fear of thunder Trypanophobia, belonephobia, enetophobia: Fear of needles or injections Trypophobia: Fear of holes or textures with a pattern of holes Uranophobia, ouranophobia: Fear of heaven Urophobia: Fear of urine or urinating Vaccinophobia: Fear of vaccination Vehophobia: Fear of driving Venustraphobia: Fear of beautiful women Verminophobia: Fear of germs Vestiphobia: Fear of clothing Virginitiphobia: Fear of abuse Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft Xanthophobia: Fear of the color yellow Xenophobia: Fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens Xerophobia: Fear of dryness. Xyrophobia: Fear of razors. Zelophobia: Fear of jealousy Zeusophobia: Fear of God or gods Zemmiphobia: Fear of the great mole rat.
https://i.imgflip.com/8l28ey.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8l2844.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8l285d.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8l288v.gif
An Alphabetical List of Phobias A Achluophobia: Fear of darkness Acousticophobiaz: Fear of noise Acrophobia: Fear of heights Aerophobia: Fear of aircraft or flying Agoraphobia: Fear of open places Agyrophobia: Fear of crossing streets Aichmophobia: Fear of sharp or pointed objects Ailurophobia: Fear of cats Algophobia: Fear of pain Amaxophobia: Fear of riding in a car Ancraophobia: Fear of wind or drafts Androphobia: Fear of adult men Anginophobia: Fear of angina or choking Anthophobia: Fear of flowers Anthropophobia: Fear of people or the company of people Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched Aquaphobia: Fear of water. Arachnophobia: Fear of spiders Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers Astraphobia: Fear of thunder and lightning Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection Autophobia: Fear of isolation B Bacteriophobia: Fear of bacteria Barophobia: Fear of gravity Bathmophobia: Fear of stairs Batrachophobia: Fear of amphibians Belonephobia: Fear of needles or pins Bibliophobia: Fear of books Botanophobia: Fear of plans C Cacophobia: Fear of ugliness Catagelophobia: Fear of being ridiculed Catoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors Carcinophobia: Fear of cancer Chemophobia: Fear of chemicals Cherophobia: Fear of happiness Chionophobia: Fear of snow Chiroptophobia: Fear of bats Chromophobia, chromatophobia: Fear of colors Chronomentrophobia: Fear of clocks Chronophobia: Fear of time and time moving forward Cibophobia, sitophobia: Fear of food Claustrophobia: Fear of being trapped with no escape Coimetrophobia: Fear of cemeteries Colorphobia: Chromophobia Coprophobia: Fear of feces or defecation Coulrophobia: Fear of clowns Cyberphobia: Fear of computers, the Internet, and new technologies Cynophobia: Fear of dogs D Decidophobia: Fear of making decisions Defecaloesiophobia: Fear of painful bowel movements Dementophobia: Fear of insanity Demonophobia, daemonophobia: Fear of demons Dendrophobia: Fear of trees Dentophobia: Fear of dentists and dental procedures Diabetophobia: Fear of diabetes Dipsophobia: Fear of drinking Domatophobia: Fear of houses Dromophobia: Fear of crossing streets Dysmorphophobia: Fear of physical defects (either real or imagined) Dystychiphobia: Fear of accidents E Ecclesiophobia: Fear of church Ecophobia: Fear of the home Electrophobia: Fear of electricity Elurophobia: Fear of cats Eisoptrophobia: Fear of mirrors or seeing one’s reflection in a mirror Eurotophobia: Fear of female genitals Emetophobia: Fear of vomiting Enochlophobia: Fear of crowds Entomophobia: Fear of insects Ephebiphobia: Fear of youth Epistaxiophobia: Fear of nosebleeds Equinophobia: Fear of horses Ergophobia, ergasiophobia: Fear of work or functioning Erotophobia: Fear of love Erythrophobia, erytophobia, ereuthophobia: Fear of the color red, or fear of blushing Euphobia: Fear of hearing good news F Febriphobia: Fear of fevers Francophobia: Fear of France or French culture Frigophobia: Fear of becoming too cold G Gamophobia: Fear of commitment, including cohabitation, marriage or nuptials Geliophobia: Fear of laughter Gelotophobia: Fear of being laughed at Geniophobia: Fear of chins Gephyrophobia: Fear of bridges Genophobia: Fear of honeymoons Genuphobia: Fear of knees or the act of kneeling Gerascophobia: Fear of growing old or aging Gerontophobia: Fear of growing old, or fear of the elderly Globophobia: Fear of balloons Glossophobia: Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak Gnosiophobia: Fear of knowledge Gymnophobia: Fear of having no clothes Gynophobia: Fear of women H Hadephobia: Fear of helll Halitophobia: Fear of bad breath Haphephobia: Fear of being touched Hedonophobia: Fear of obtaining pleasure Heliophobia: Fear of the sun or sunlight Hemophobia: Fear of blood Herpetophobia: Fear of reptiles Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia: Fear of the number 666 Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words Hodophobia: Fear of travel Homichlophobia: Fear of fog Hoplophobia: Fear of firearms Hydrophobia: Fear of water Hylophobia: Fear of forests Hypnophobia, somniphobia: Fear of sleep Hypochondria: Fear of illness I Iatrophobia: Fear of doctors Ichthyophobia: Fear of fish Ideophobia: Fear of ideas Iophobia: Fear of poison Isolophobia: Fear of being alone K Kakorrhaphiophobia: Fear of failure Katagelophobia: Fear of ridicule Kenophobia: Fear of empty spaces Kleptophobia: Fear of stealing Kopophobia: Fear of fatigue Koinoniphobia: Fear of rooms full of people Koumpounophobia: Fear of buttons Kynophobia: Fear of rabies L Lachanophobia: Fear of vegetables Leukophobia: Fear of the color white Lilapsophobia: Fear of tornadoes or hurricanes Limnophobia: Fear of lakes Linonophobia: Fear of string Liticaphobia: Fear of lawsuits Lockiophobia: Fear of childbirth Logizomechanophobia: Fear of computers Logophobia: Fear of words Lutraphobia: Fear of otters Lygophobia: Fear of darkness Lyssophobia: Fear of rabies M Mageirocophobia: Fear of cooking Megalophobia: Fear of large things Melanophobia: Fear of the color black Melissophobia, apiphobia: Fear of bees Meteorophobia: Fear of meteors Methyphobia: Fear of alcohol Microphobia: Fear of small things Monophobia: Fear of being alone Mottephobia: Fear of moths Musophobia: Fear of mice Mycophobia: Fear or aversion to mushrooms Myrmecophobia: Fear of ants Mysophobia: Fear of germs, contamination or dirt N Necrophobia: Fear of death or the dead Neophobia: Fear of newness, novelty, change or progress Nephophobia: Fear of clouds Noctiphobia: Fear of the night Nomatophobia: Fear of names Nomophobia: Fear of being out of mobile phone contact Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals Nosophobia: Fear of contracting a disease Nostophobia, ecophobia: Fear of returning home Numerophobia: Fear of numbers Nyctophobia: Fear of darkness O Obesophobia: Fear of gaining weight Octophobia: Fear of the figure 8 Oikophobia: Fear of home surroundings and household appliances Odontophobia: Fear of dentists or dental procedures Ombrophobia: Fear of rain Oneirophobia: Fear of dreams Ophidiophobia: Fear of snakes Ophthalmophobia: Fear of being stared at Ornithophobia: Fear of birds Osmophobia, olfactophobia: Fear of odour P Panphobia: Fear of everything or the constant fear of an unknown cause Papyrophobia: Fear of paper Pathophobia: Fear of disease Pedophobia: Fear of babies and children Phagophobia: Fear of swallowing Phallophobia: Fear of masculinity Pharmacophobia: Fear of medications Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts or phantoms Philophobia: Fear of love Phobophobia: Fear of fear itself or of having a phobia Phonophobia: Fear of loud sounds or voices Podophobia: Fear of feet Pogonophobia: Fear of beards Porphyrophobia: Fear of the color purple Pteridophobia: Fear of ferns Pteromerhanophobia: Fear of flying Pyrophobia: Fear of fire R Radiophobia: Fear of radioactivity or X-rays Ranidaphobia: Fear of frogs Rhypophobia: Fear of defecation Rhytiphobia: Fear of getting wrinkles Rupophobia: Fear of dirt S Samhainophobia: Fear of Halloween Scolionophobia: Fear of school Scopophobia: Fear of being looked at or stared at Selenophobia: Fear of the moon Sexophobia: Fear of the organs for romantic activities Siderodromophobia: Fear of trains or railroads Siderophobia: Fear of stars Sociophobia: Fear of people or social situations Somniphobia: Fear of sleep Spectrophobia: Fear of mirrors Spheksophobia: Fear of wasps Stasiphobia: Fear of standing or walking T Tachophobia: Fear of speed Taphophobia: Fear of the graves or being buried alive Tapinophobia: Fear of being contagious Taurophobia: Fear of bulls Technophobia: Fear of computers or advanced technology Teratophobia: Fear of disfigured people Tetraphobia: Fear of the number 4 Thalassophobia: Fear of the sea, or fear of being in the ocean Thanatophobia: Fear of dying Thermophobia: Fear of high temperatures Tokophobia: Fear of childbirth or pregnancy Tomophobia: Fear of invasive medical procedure Toxiphobia: Fear of being poisoned Tremophobia: Fear of trembling Triskaidekaphobia, terdekaphobia: Fear of the number 13 Tonitrophobia: Fear of thunder Trypanophobia, belonephobia, enetophobia: Fear of needles or injections Trypophobia: Fear of holes or textures with a pattern of holes U Uranophobia, ouranophobia: Fear of heaven Urophobia: Fear of urine or urinating V Vaccinophobia: Fear of vaccination Vehophobia: Fear of driving Venustraphobia: Fear of beautiful women Verminophobia: Fear of germs Vestiphobia: Fear of clothing Virginitiphobia: Fear of abuse W Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft X, Y, Z Xanthophobia: Fear of the color yellow Xenophobia: Fear of strangers, foreigners, or aliens Xerophobia: Fear of dryness. Xyrophobia: Fear of razors. Zelophobia: Fear of jealousy Zeusophobia: Fear of God or gods Zemmiphobia: Fear of the great mole rat.
ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ⠘ ᴼʰ! ᴼʰ! ᴬʰʰ! [ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ] ᴴᵉʸ⸴ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷʳᵃᵇᵇʸ ᴾᵃᵗᵗʸ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ? [ˡⁱᶠᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ ⁱᵗ] ᴼʰʰ! [ᵖᵘˡˡˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ] ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᶠⁱˡᵉ ᶜᵃᵇⁱⁿᵉᵗ‧ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⠘ ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃˢʰ ᶜᵃⁿ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿⁱᵗʷⁱᵗ‧ [ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵗᵉᵐ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ ˢⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿˡʸ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ] ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ?! [ᶜᵘᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ˡᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ ᵒᵘᵗˢⁱᵈᵉ] ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ⸴ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ‧ [ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗʳᵃˢʰ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ] ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ— ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ⠘ ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗ! ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⠘ ᴵˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ⠘ [ᵗᵉᵃʳʸ⁻ᵉʸᵉᵈ] ᴼʰ⸴ ᴵ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗ‧‧‧ [ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ] ᵂʰʸ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ? ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⠘ [ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ] ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ⠘ ᴬʰʰ! [ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ; ʰᵉ ᵍᵃˢᵖˢ] ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᵒ? ᔆᑫᵘⁱᵈʷᵃʳᵈ⠘ [ᵍʳᵃᵇˢ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ ᵇᵃᵍ‧] ᴼᵏᵃʸ‧ ᴬˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᵂᵉ'ˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ'ˢ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵘˡᵃ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ! ʸᵉᵃʰ!
https://i.imgflip.com/8kbf1q.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbegs.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbejt.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbemr.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbeql.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbet7.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbew1.gif https://i.imgflip.com/8kbeyw.gif
ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ⁽ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜ⁾ ᴹʳ‧ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ‧ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵒⁿˡʸ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉ ᵇᵒᵇ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿᵛⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱᵐ⸴ ˢᵒ ʰᵉ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖⁱⁿᵉᵃᵖᵖˡᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ‧ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ' *ᵃʷᵏʷᵃʳᵈ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉ* ' ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ!" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ⸴ ᵏⁱᵈ; ᴵ'ᵐ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ‧‧‧" "ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵉ⸴ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ‧" ᴴᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵉˣʰᵃᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ‧ "ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉᵈ? ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵘʳᵉ‧" ᔆᵒ ˢᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵖᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵈ⸴ ᵖᵘˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏᵉᵗˢ‧ "ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ‧‧‧" "ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ‧ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿʸ ʰᵃʳᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˢᶜʰᵉᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉʰᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ‧‧‧" "ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ! ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃʷᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵗᵗʸ‧‧‧" "ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉʰᵒʷ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ‧ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳ⁻ᵛⁱˡˡᵃⁱⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵍᵘʸˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ˢᵖᵒᵗˢ‧ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ‧‧‧" ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ᴵ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ‧" ᴴᵉ ᶜᵘʳˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ‧ "ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ‧" '‧‧‧' "ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ?" '‧‧‧' ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ‧ "ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧‧‧" ' *ˢⁿᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ* ' "‧‧‧ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ ᴵ ˢᵉᵉ ᴾˡᵃⁿᵏᵗᵒⁿ‧ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ‧‧‧" ᔆᵖᵒⁿᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉᵈ‧
https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/105246894#workskin A Cry For Kelp DiscardMyHeart Fandom: SpongeBob SquarePants (Cartoon) Characters: Squidward Tentacles, Sheldon J. Plankton, Karen (SpongeBob)Sandy Cheeks, Eugene Krabs https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/104866263#workskin Language: English Stats: Published:2022 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41690487/chapters/105246894#workskin

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

CREEPYPASTA ar كريبي باستا fa کریپی‌پاستا he קריפיפסטה ja クリーピーパスタ ko 크리피파스타 mk Крипипаста ru Крипипаста sr Крипипаста uk Крипі-паста zh_yue 恐怖意式麪 creepypastas horror-related legends or images that have been copy-and-pasted around the Internet Arabic كريبيباستا نوع من أنواع قصص الرعب Bulgarian крипипаста Czech creepypasta výraz pro hororové pověsti nebo obrázky šířící se pomocí internetu German Creepypasta Internetphänomen Persian کریپی پاستا No description defined French creepypasta légende urbaine diffusée sur internet Hebrew קריפיפסטה אגדת אימה Indonesian creepypasta cerita berbau legenda-horor atau gambar yang banyak disalin tempel di internet Italian Creepypasta racconto horror Japanese クリーピーパスタ インターネット上でコピー・アンド・ペーストを通じて流布している、恐怖を催させる説話や画像 Korean 크리피파스타 No description defined Macedonian крипипаста Norwegian Bokmål creepypasta gufne historier som er spredd over internett Dutch creepypasta horrorlegende die veelvuldig op internet gekopieerd en geplakt wordt Polish creepypasta krótkie legendy lub ilustracje z dreszczykiem rozpowszechniane w Internecie creepypastas Portuguese creepypasta lendas urbanas divulgadas através da internet Brazilian Portuguese creepypasta lendas urbanas divulgadas através da internet creepypastas Romanian Pasta infricosatoare No description defined Russian крипипаста жанр интернет-фольклора Serbian Крипипаста Страшни видео снимци са интернета Turkish Creepypasta İnternet'te yayılan, korku içerikli efsaneler veya resimler Ukrainian Кріпі-паста No description defined Vietnamese Creepypasta Những câu chuyện ngắn kinh dị Cantonese Creepypasta No description defined Chinese (Taiwan) 蠕動義大利麵 No description defined Traditional Chinese 蠕動意麵 No description defined 恐怖意麵Creepypasta Chinese 蠕動意麵 No description defined 恐怖蠕動傳説 Spanish Creepypasta breves historias de terror
5 Haunted Places in Estonia Horror Lovers Can’t Miss Estimated reading time — 3 minutes Estonia as a nation with a long history and intense focus on traditions and beliefs is also a country with a mysterious background full of spooky legends and gh0st stories that originated throughout centuries. In this Baltic country, visitors enjoy exploring numerous haunt3d regions that are considered haunt3d by supernatural creatures. Today, we’ll explore 5 of these spooky stops for ghost-tour lovers that are definitely worth visiting if you want to face the unknown of this mysterious nation. Officer’s Casino One glance, even from far away, at the Officer’s Casino is enough to understand why thrill-seekers don’t hesitate to go miles just to reach this haunted place on Naissaar Island. Officer’s Casino is an abandoned military casino that was once a pretty lively spot for Soviet officers. Today, all that remains are its ruins and ghostly tales people tell about shadowy figures walking across those ruins. Nevertheless, we have to admit that ancient haunt3d locations like the Officer’s Casino aren’t for everyone. In fact, some people in Estonia, especially those who are used to taking advantage of reputable online casino options in Estonia, might prefer a different kind of thríll. Or at least, playing safely and securely from their homes, instead of being surrounded by supernatural stories from the 20th century. Pädaste Manor Pädaste Manor is another haunt3d place located on Estonian islands, this time at Muhu Island. It’s one of the best options for a luxury vacation that is truly away from the noise of the thousands of tourists arriving in the country because of its mysterious and sad history. The legends of the manor can be traced back to the 16th-century gh0st of the inhabitants. Interestingly, visitors who have stayed at the inn have described uncomfortable happenings, including light bulbs that flash, the sensation of cøld spots, and the sound of footsteps from rooms that were empty or no one around. Some people also believe that they witnessed paranormal experiences such as the sighting of a woman wearing a white dress moving around. Lately, locals said it could be the lost spırıt of a maid who d*ed in a mysterious way. Rataskaevu Street Horror lovers can easily visit Rataskaevu street as it’s right at the center of Tallinn, the capital of Estonia. The street is well-known in the area due to its mysterious history. Perhaps, the most intriguing anecdote connected with this street is the legend that it was scooped up by the Dēvıl himself. Once upon a time, the Dēvıl himself decided to throw a party in house number 16 Rataskaevu Street and after the party, he left behind an indelible stain on the ceiling in terms of its off-color that no amount of whitewash could ever take off. Even to date, people have reported seeing strange outlines and hearing noises through the night, which gives credence to the belief that the house is haunted. That’s why we warn you — you might experience a feeling of being watched when one is walking down Rataskaevu Street. So be prepared, this feeling can leave you rather uncomfortable. Haapsalu Castle Legends of white ladies haunting ancient castles can be found all over Europe and Estonia isn’t an exception. In fact, Haapsalu Castle is one of the most notorious haunted places in the country that has a terrific story behind it. Here, all the legends are about White ladies and everything starts from the 13th century. There must have been a woman who would fall in love with a canon, and so she dressed up like a choirboy so she could be nearer to the man she was in love with. However, eventually, her real identity was revealed to her captors and she was walled up alįve for this ‘crime’. Her spırıt in the form of a White Lady is still seen at the castle in the window of the chapel, especially during the full moon of August. Locals believe that the gh0st of this White Lady haunts them and that the annual festival in its honor, the White Lady Festival, attracts visitors from all corners of the world. Kuressaare Castle The fifth haunted place that’s worth visiting is also a castle, since Estonia, in general, is full of mysterious castles. Kuressaare Castle is a beautiful mediev3l castle with a dark̵ past that stands on the island of Saaremaa. Its sh0cking history reveals that the castle was once a prıson where prisoners suffered terrible fates. That could be why people believe that the ghosts of the prisoners still roam. The most interesting legend that can be linked to Kuressaare Castle is the tale of the monk’s gh0st that is believed to haunt the castle at nıght, moving around in the Chapel. Kuressaare Castle is a historical building and exploring this castle in the wintertime will surely give you the creeps. Final Thoughts When it comes to the paranormal and creepy myths and truths Estonia is a country that has a lot to tell about history and legends. The best part is that no matter how much one disbelieves in paranormal and supernatural powers, visiting these haunt3d locations would be quite thrıllıng and might even make them start believing in haunt3d creatures. Thus, whenever you are in Estonia, do not miss out on the opportunity to visit these shivery places and use the services of an eerie spırıt.
Creepypasta 5 Eerie Places in Slovenia for Ghost Hunters June 5, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 3 minutes Slovenia is a beautiful country with beautiful nature and a history that is more fearful and strange than you could imagine. As a small European country between Italy and Austria bordered by Croatia, it offers more than stunning landscapes and rich culture. In favor of gh0st hunters, Slovenia is home to ghostly apparitions and haunt3d locations that are sure to attract every fan of mystery. But this place is not only for horror story lovers. In this article, we’ll explore 5 of the most haunt3d sites appealing for their adrenaline rush. Predjama Castle This majestic structure is none other than Predjama Castle, which is located on a 123-meter tall cliff overlooking the Lipica Spring. As locals claim, this castle is haunt3d by a mysterious dark̵ past. And if you look at its Gothic architectural design, you might quickly agree that this castle indeed looks haunt3d. What’s more, people say that the castle’s inhabitants are the ghcsts of several servants and one of the knights named Erazem Lueger. Erazem was famous for his robber-like activities similar to the English outlaw Robin Hood. This man was holding the castle for over one year when he d1ed of a cannonball, which hit him while he was on the looɔ. Considering that spiritualists have reported seeing the apparent gh0st of Erazem going around the castle, there was some talk of making tours around this castle ıllegal in the past. Still, there are various available options for getting yourself entertained. For instance, according to this article, gambling is legal in Slovenia which is a safer option than gambling with your LiFe in this eerie castle. Ljubljana Castle Ljubljana Castle, situated on the hilltop, stands majestically over Slovenia’s capital. This is another interesting place for gh0st hunters that represents the city’s past and surv1val. But it is also a place with some cold-blooded mysteries beyond the grave. The history of this castle spans centuries and has been used for royal living, military protection, and even imprisonment. This can be explained by a land’s history that is so diverse that stories about restless souls from the Middle Ages are not the exception. Yes, you will hear many legends about this place. One of the most known ones is about a white lady whose voıce can still be heard in the castle. Celje Castle Celje Castle is another place with some old dark̵ aspects and disasters. Probably the most known legend connected to the castle is the story of the dEath of beautiful Veronika of Desenice, the daughter of a wealthy nobleman who loved Frederick II, the son of Count Hermann II. The common theme in their lơve story turned bitter when Veronika was faced with charges of witchcraft and was murdered by drowning in one of Tetzel’s castle wells. Present-day inhabitants of Celje regard it as a norm to see an apparition of a woman whom locals claim to be Veronika, who is still haunting the castle. Today, locals believe that her spırıt is restless in the pursuit of justice and the seeking of peace. Hudičev Most Only the fact that the name of this spot is translated as “Devil’s Bridge” is enough to be convinced that Hudičev Most hides various chilling tales behind it. The ancient stone bridge in Slovenia is located near the village of Dovje and has been the site of numerous spooky legends. Advertisements The structure crosses a steep valley with a highway, and according to local lore, the dēvıl constructed this bridge. Believe it or not, the villagers traded their souls to the Dēvıl, so that he would build this bridge. And you know what the Devil’s condition was? The first creature to cross the bridge would lose its soul. Luckily, the people of the village were wise, and they outwitted the dēvıl — they put a dog on the bridge, and the trap closed on him. Indignant, the dēvıl supposedly swore, and to this day, his vengeful spırıt allegedly haunts the place of the bridge. Kobarid Museum The final eerie spot on our list is related to World War I and the event known as the Battles of the Isonzo. Other than the fact that this museum provokes a deep historical interest, it’s considered an ideal place for mystery enthusiasts. Set deep in the Soča Valley, the museum showcases items associated with the war, including the personal belongings of the deceased soldiers, and it is believed that those items’ souls still reside in the museum. Up to now, there have been numerous ‘eyewitness’ testimonies from museum employees and visitors. Some of them say that they have noticed moving objects. Others report sudden fąlling temperatures, the faint sounds of marching soldiers, and shots fired from a distance. While we don’t know whether all these paranormal occurrences actually happen or not, they do instill suspense. Final Thoughts Slovenia has several places that are believed to be haunt3d, and it is always intriguing to travel to them and learn more about the history of this country. This makes us encourage you to take advantage of these haunt3d places if you plan to visit the cultural landmarks of the country. Who knows, maybe you will end up being among those lucky ones who meet supernatural creatures along the way!
Memory Foam Nov 10th, 2015 Memory Foam "There's monsters under my bed!" Jimmy screamed throwing himself between his startled parents. Mommy wrapped him up while Daddy offered assurances that monsters weren't real. Jimmy pleaded with him to go make sure so he pulled himself up and plodded down the hall. All was well until they heard a loud thumping noise followed by silence. Jimmy's mother decided to check on her husband, leaving Jimmy alone in the dark. Jimmy heard the creaks of the floor and another loud thump; then silence. Jimmy lay there, hoping that his imagination was just running wild. He decided to go and find out what was going on. Tiptoeing his way around the creaking floorboards he peeked in through the keyhole to see his mother wiping the floor and his father leaned over his bed. Jimmy opened the door slowly. His mother hopped up, hiding her hands behind her back. "Sorry ," she said to him gently. "Your father slipped on a toy and tore your bed. He's sewing it back up and I'm just cleaning up." His dad finished and walked over to him. "Why don't you sleep with us tonight champ?" he said, as he picked him up. Jimmy fell asleep easily, safely tucked between his parents. Jimmy's parents seemed odd the next day. After dinner they put him to bed without a word. He realized that his bed felt very lumpy and wondered if his father had re-sewn it incorrectly. He went to find his parents, but the door was locked. He banged on it, but eventually made his way back to his lumpy bed and fell asleep. He questioned his parents the next morning about the bed and the door and his father sternly replied that he was too old to be afraid of monsters and they would be locking him in his room at night until he had gotten over it. That night was cold and sleep did not come quickly. Laying under his blanket he noticed that even with the fan blowing, something was beginning to smell. He tried to ignore it, but ended up sleeping on the floor. He convinced his parents to check his bed the following morning, but they found no smell or strange lumps. For lying, his father locked Jimmy in his room for the day. Time passed slowly and by late afternoon Jimmy was nauseous with hunger, made worse by the potent smell coming from his bed in the afternoon heat. Determined to find the smell, he cut open the line of stitching his father had sewn. There, surrounded by stuffing, were the decaying but recognizable, b0dies of his parents. He began to scream at the sight of their rotting skin. He kept screaming until a knock came on the door. "Jimmy? Are you okay?" Came his mother's voice, then his father's, "Remember Jimmy, there are no monsters under the bed." honeybadgerme2
The Ethics of Work Aug 14th, 2015 The Ethics of Work I have always taken great pride in my job, and in the type of work that I do. It’s been said that I lucked into my line of work. That may be true, but it is no fluke that I’ve taken it by the reins and become a master. It is sometimes very dirty work, but I never complaine. I’ve always believed that the bad parts of anything must be accepted right along with the good; that applies to one’s livelihood as well as anything else. I began honing my skills at a very young age. I didn’t know I was doing so, but fate dealt me a kind hand. How fortunate is it to walk into a profession that was naturally developed by things already done in the course of one’s life? Not many can say they’ve been blessed like that. My job takes no breaks for weather either. Hot, cold, rain, wind, all elements are simply ignored. When there is work to be done, I do it, and I ask no questions. A duty is a duty, and as I said before, I’m proud to perform that duty. I have always had that outlook, from working on the farm and cutting wood as a youth; things had to be done, and I did them with a song In my heart and a smile on my face. Speaking of smiles, my clients are always greeted with one. I think that is important. Not that the smiles were solely for my clientele; my joy in my work puts those smiles there, and no effort in the world could kept them off of my face. I guess it was inevitable that I’ve begun taking my work home with me. It’s said that if you love your job, you never truly work a day in your life. That certainly applies to me, and I practise my work as often as I can. I think that’s what gotten me into trouble. I’ve been relieved of my job, because of my “off the clock” work. I think that’s unfair, but I don’t make the rules. My job was always to help enforce the rules, and I have to respect that now, even though I’m now on the other side of them. I hear the grindstone outside, sharpening the big axe; the axe that I wielded so professionally and perfectly. I was state executioner, you see. In a few hours I get to meet my replacement.
Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”
5 Spooky Places in Norway for Thrill-Seeker Adventurers June 5, 2024 / Strange and Unexplained / 4 minutes of reading Estimated reading time — 3 minutes If you love horror stories and unusual experiences, then Norway might be the best possible place you can visit to satisfy your thrills. Gh0st tours and haunt3d attractions range from old castles that are believed to be haunt3d to mines with strange spirits. That’s why the country attracts tourists and adventure seekers from all over the world. Today, we’ll walk you through 5 of the most creepy places in Norway that are definitely worth visiting if you’re brave enough to handle the eerie tales. Akershus Fortress, Oslo This fantastic place is on the side of the hill of Oslo Fjord. Its history starts in the XIII century with pretty tense facts. Today, locals consider it among the most haunt3d sites in Norway. That’s because Mantelgeisten is said to be seen in the corridors of the building, accompanied by the cold breeze, dressed in a long gown. A dog’s spirits are also reportedly present at the fortress. Believe it or not, one of them is the demon dog͢ Malcanisen, but unfortunately, anybody who is lucky enough to set eye's on the dog͢ is believed to be đeađ. The atmosphere of Akershus Fortress is so chilling that the review of Helll Spin Casino in Norway even recommends visiting this haunt3d site for gamblers to whom just gambling on reliable websites isn’t enough and who are looking for some extra thrıllıng experience. Just be careful, if you visit this place at night, you should definitely expect an unforgettable and unusual experience. Nidaros Cathedral, Trondheim This cathedral is located on the grave of Saint Olav. This is where its dark̵ history came from. These mysteries include the ghostly figure of the Monk, who is known to wander around the Nidaros Cathedral Nidaros Cathedral, especially around the tomb area. Many visitors have pointed out that they experience sudden changes in the temperature and whispers of the unknown while exploring the cathedral. The mystical feeling surrounding Nidaros Cathedral makes it captivating to visit for those interested in paranormal or supernatural activity. Lier Sykehus, Lier Lier Sykehus is an actual structure – a mentαl asylum left unused in Buskerud County, Norway, that one could only describe as your typical horror flick haunt3d house. It was founded in the 1920s and functioned during the 1980s. Later, it was closed because of some unethical experiments and mysterious inhumane treatments that took place in the building. Since then, the children’s complex building has remained abandoned and deteriorated to attract such as gh0st hunters and challengers. It is said that to this very day, people heard the screams of a woman on the second floor, saw a man’s shadow moving across the wall, and felt an instant fear. Well-maintained corridors with actors breathıng down your neck, dark̵ cells, and relentless dim lighting make it a genuine horror factory for the ones who are interested in the history of lier sykehus. Fredriksten Fortress, Halden One of the best-known and most famous defensible structures is the Fredriksten Fortress, found in Halden, which is also considered a haunt3d place. The fortress became especially famous after the bãttlé that took place in 1718 when King Charles XII of Sweden met his mysterious fate. Even after centuries, we still don’t know whether he was kılled intentionally or by accıdent. The folklore surrounding his dEath makes people believe that Alexander’s spırıt remains in the fortress to this day. Many heard moaning, footsteps, and a lot of things that are scary if you are too brave, for daring to stay there. Røros, Sør-Trøndelag Finally, it is time to talk about an old mining city with a spooky background. Røros is a town that originated in the seventeenth century as a mining town, and the wooden houses and asymmetrical streets depict the historical ambiance of the city. However, many stories of the paranormal are in the town, mainly because of the highly miserable existence and fatal outcomes of the miners. Some of the most remarkable stories include the moonlight miner Johan Falkberget, who is believed to have d*ed, and his spırıt roaming the town. Some claims associated with paranormal incidents include cold breezing, flickering lights, and even ghostly/orbs-like objects. Such kind of spooky experiences and history make it a unique place in Norway where people can feel the energy of the unexplained possibility of being seen by ghcsts. Final Thoughts As you can see, many people see the gloomy and beautiful scenery of Norway as an ideal destination to encounter ghcsts and supernatural happenings. It doesn’t matter whether you’re an experienced gh0st hunter who’s looking for another adventure or just an ordinary citizen who decided to turn into a supernatural detective, one thing is for sure: these places will provide you with extraordinary experience. Plus, you’ll learn more about eerie aspects of Norwegian culture.
. 9 years ago The First of Many I’m sleeping in my bed. A creaking sound comes from outside my bedroom window. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s 12:04. I always wake up at 12:04. The creaking gets louder and more intense. I roll out of bed and open my curtains to see what’s causing the noise. There in the yard is a tall, thin black figure with a pale white face. It has no nose, and just two empty sockets for eyes. It’s oblong mouth is shaking, obviously the source of the creaking noise. The thing’s cheekbones are sunken in, and it’s ribs jut out of it's shadowy skin. There’s an aura of smog surrounding it. As soon as I look into it’s lifeless sockets it releases an ear piercing shriek. I let go of the curtains and run to my door. I have to warn my parents and make sure my sister is safe. As soon as I open the door it’s in my hallway waiting. I freeze. The air turns icy. It slowly reaches one of it's long skinny arms towards me. I still can’t move. It has three long jagged fingers. Being this close, I can see that it's flesh is scarred, twisted and torn. Blacker than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s longest finger hooks under my jaw, and through my mouth. I try to scream but nothing but a wet gurgle comes out. A proud hum comes from the thing’s chest. It seems proud. It lifts me off my feet and pins me to the wall by my chin. It’s other hand slowly digs all three of it's dagger- like fingers into my neck. I’m choking now. It releases me, and I slide down the wall. It looks down at me and my vision starts to flicker. Then it turns, and with two long strides, sneaks into my parents bedroom. I try making any kind of noise to warn them, but nothing comes out. I hear muffled screaming. Then nothing. It pokes it’s head out of the door to make sure I’m still watching. Then it drags my parent’s bloodƴ corpses into the hallway. Their throats are slit. It lays them side by side in front of me. Only a foot away from my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut and wish to dıe already. I feel claws on my eyes. It pinches my eyelids and with one fluid motion rips them both off. Everything burns. I can barely make out my parents’ faces through all the red. It leans down and presses it's cheek to theirs. The corners of it's dark mouth lift into a wicked grin. Everything goes black. I wake up in bed. It’s 12:04. There’s a creaking coming from the window.
𒐫 ꧅ .̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̟͕͔̠̦͍̻̂̍̿̒͗̒.̴̛̦̬̤͈͉͚̾̎̓͝.̵̟̻͉̗̝̾ͅ.̷̢̡̰̩̝̜̙̄̌̽̊̎̑̋.̷̼̣̭͆́̈́́̐.̷͙̪̈́͐͝.̵̥̼͑̈̃͌͝.̵̡̧̘̗͇̲̼̓̉̂̈̈́́̀̚͘.̷̧̡̠͈̪̈́͒͘.̷̗̣̜͑.̴̢͉͔̬͐.̷̨̢͕̞͔̺̭͓͒̋̔͜.̴͈͖̤̥͖͈̘͓͐́̏̀̇.̵̦̠͎̬͎͓̭̅̔̈́͋͌͆.̷̧̧̛̬̥̌̈́͆͛̌̔͆̚͘.̸̡̪̈́̇̈̂͒̍͘.̵͍̬̥̲̪̱̞̭̱̂.̴̫͂͑̀̅͠ͅ.̵̡̡̗̮̠̻͉͈̓̍̓̈͑̚.̶̨̛͓̗̗͕̃̆̀̌̃͜.̵̱̀͗̂͘͝.̴̛̳͙͙̜̱͖͂̈́̃͘̚.̶̨͍̩̻̮̼̳͑͘.̵̹̏͒̃͠.̷͈͎͖̻̳̮͇͖̾̎̅̌.̷̪̱̗̲̝̩̚.̷̪̼̰̞̯̳̬̄́̋̾̌̉͊͜͝͠ͅ.̵̭̮̞̩̹͇͚̳͔̈͠ͅ.̶̪͖̯͍͓͕͆͊̑̀͘͜.̴̼̟̞̘̩̽͜.̵̫͛̐́̂̿̒.̴̲͉̥̯̰̥̮̘̓.̸̨͍̔͑͂̈́̈́.̷̬͕̠̳̟̈̈́͆͑.̵̡̠̳͈̊̄̾̌͆̓̃͂̽͝.̴̢̬͔̥͙̠̭͔̳̹͂̀.̵̧̫̗̰͙̇͆̐͑͗̇̉̚.̵̧͚̼̙̱̱̖̳̅.̸̥͇̤̦͓̟͓̓̾̅̓̀̀͒̄̉̈.̵̳̫̦͔̳̯̒̏̇̇̈́͐̀.̶̨͔̼̖͈̉̀͋͜ͅ.̵̧̭̝̩̥͕̫̬̉̌.̸̡̢̣̭̙͔̻̻̝͂̊̍̓́̄̊̑͊̕.̴̳͎̲̟͠.̷̛̂̍
If you'd like to report a bug or suggest a feature, you can provide feedback here. Here's our privacy policy. Thanks!
AI Story Generator - AI Chat - AI Image Generator Free