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

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

ᏂᎥ!, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘵𝘰 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚!!

🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿 ⠀ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿🌸✨🧿

𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝟑𝟏𝟒𝟒𝟑𝟐𝟑𝟒𝟐𝟓: 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝑡𝑖𝑝 🎀 ෆ self love is respecting yourself ෆ self love is setting boundaries ෆ self love is not skipping meals ෆ self love is standing firm on your beliefs ෆ self love is being kind to yourself ෆ self love is listening to what your body needs ෆ self love is prioritizing your mental health ෆ self love is embracing your physical “flaws” because it’s a part of you and makes you who you are ෆ self love is leaving people and situations that drain you ෆ self love is saying “no” to situations you’re not comfortable with even if it hurts someone else’s feelings

𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ soft hearted, kind to myself, divine, glowing soul gentle, loving aura, dreaming big 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒

She is working on 3 things right now herself her life her peace She is me 🎀

▄︻デ══━一💥 *𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎* “𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠” 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 ♪ (　-_･) ︻デ═一 ▸ (/❛o❛)/ ♪

Do need the pap smear test if a virg!n and/or not s*xual active? You may not necessarily require, unless... You want to plan on having offspring To check for as*ault (such as ab*se) A family relation has had female reproductive cancer if contemplating feticidal abort1on If getting some reproductive apparatus if any of the above applies to you, the circumstances might be different regarding whether or not you as a virg!n should get one if you're not active The pap smear test only checks for cancers caused by the hpv transmitted virus which is transmitted vía such contact If you're not virg!n you may have hpv (said cancer causing virus, which the pap checks you for) dormant in your system

"Pap smear or cytology—collects cells so they can be checked for changes caused by the human papillomavirus, the most common transmitted infection in the United States." says Jessica Rubin, MD, an OB/GYN with Northwell Health. “HPV causes almost all cases of said cancer, and you’re not at risk of HPV until you’ve been active. When you’re younger, your immune system is so healthy, you’re more likely to clear the virus on your own,” notes Rubin. "Pap tests (or Pap smears) look for cancers and precancers. Precancers are cell changes that can be caused by the human papillomavirus (HPV). If not treated, these abnormal cells could lead to cancer." -Dolly Penn, M.D., M.S.C.R., Medical Officer, Healthcare Assessment Research Branch, Healthcare Delivery Research Program, Division of Cancer Control and Population Sciences, National Cancer Institute; and Abbey B. Berenson, M.D., Ph.D., Director, Center for Interdisciplinary Research in Women’s Health, Professor of Obstetrics and Gynecology, University of Texas Medical Branch

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 ✧˖° “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭?” ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ “𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪”

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

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

Baby Moses law for abandoning newborns In Texas, if you have a newborn that you're unable to ca̢re for, you can bring your baby to a designated safe place with no questions asked. The Safe Haven law, also known as the Baby Moses law, gives parents who are unable to ca̢re for their child a safe and legal chøice to leαve their infant with an employee at a designated safe place—a hospıtal, fire station, free-standing emergency centers or emergency medical services (EMS) station. Then, your baby will receive medical ca̢re and be placed with an emergency provider. Information for Parents If you're thinking about bringing your baby to a designated Safe Haven, please read the information below: Your baby must be 60 days old or younger and unhἀrmed and safe. You may take your baby to any hospıtal, fire station, or emergency medical services (EMS) station in Texas. You need to give your baby to an employee who works at one of these safe places and tell this person that you want to leαve your baby at a Safe Haven. You may be asked by an employee for famıly or medical history to make sure that your baby receives the ca̢re they need. If you leαve your baby at a fire or EMS station, your baby may be taken to a hospıtal to receive any medical attention they need. Remember, If you leave your unhἀrmed infant at a Safe Haven, you will not be prosecuted for abandonment or neglect.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 hr. ago PandorazPokemon ϟ ѕcrσll dσwn αll thє wαч The young doctor frowned as he finished telling me the cancer had spread to my lymph nodes. "That's alright," I said, as I eyed him up and down; "it's about time for a new body anyway."

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

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

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Owego (New York) Gazette August 20, 1920 👼 A BABY IS SMOTHERED - A Richford correspondent says that Lloyd Shoultes, the infant son of Mrs. Wilma Cole Shoultes, was found dead in bed last Wednesday morning by the mother when she awoke. Dr. Goodell was summoned and decided that the child had in some way been smothered in the bed clothing during the night. The funeral was held Friday. The baby was born May 24, several months after the death of the father, Erman Shoultes, who died at Newark Valley of pneumonia.

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

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

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Edith Bagley LAST NAME: Bagley FIRST NAME: Edith MAIDEN NAME: Reynolds GENDER: F BORN: 9 Feb 1870 D1ED: 13 Jul 1893 BURIED: 15 Jul 1893 OCCUPATION: Housewife BIRTH PLACE: The Dalles, Wasco Co., Oregon D£ATH PLACE: Salem, Marion Co., Oregon NOTES: IOOF - Mrs. Edith Bagley, age 23 y's 6 m's 4 d's, d1ed in Salem of blo0d poisoning, wife of W. H. Bagley. 1870 OR CENSUS - Edith M. Reynolds, age 4 months [sic], b. Oregon, is enumerated with Dawson Reynolds, age 40, occupation farmer, b. Virginia, and Eliza E., age 30, b. Maine, along with Florence J., age 6, b. Minnesota. 1880 OR CENSUS - Edith M. Reynolds, age 14, b. Oregon, is enumerated as step-daughter, in the home of Robert Pentland, age 59, occupation miller, b. England, and Eliza E. Pentland, age 39, b. Maine, along with Ervin C. Pentland, age 23, mill worker, b. Oregon, and Florence J. Reynolds, age 16, b. Minnesota. DEATH CERTIFICATE: OBITUARY: d1ed Salem, Thursday, July 13, 1893, Edith R., wife of W. H. Bagley, aged 23 years, 6 months and 4 days. Mrs. Bagley was sick about three weeks. She had trouble with her teeth which made it necessary to have several of them extracted and that was the beginning of difficulty that ended in blo0d poisoning and d£ath at 6:50 o'clock last evening. Deceased, whose maiden name was Pentland [Reynolds], was born at The Dalles February 9, 1870. When seven or eight years of age she went with her parents to Scio, which was her home until her marriage with Mr. Bagley February 12, 1889. In 1885 Miss Pentland [Reynolds] entered Willamette university and two years later was graduated from the academic department and conservatory of music. Mrs. Bagley leaves a husband, a daughter 3 1/2 years old, her mother, Mrs E. E. Pentland, a sister, Miss Florence Reynolds, a step-sister, Mrs. S. L. Brooks of The Dalles and a step-brother, E. C. Pentland of Independence. She was a faithful member of the First Congregational church. Her many excellent traits of character, her genial and even temperament and her graces of mind and person made her hosts of warm friends at The Dalles, at Scio and in Salem where she was so well known. The funeral arrangements will be announced later. Oregon Statesman, 14 Jul 1893, 4:4 INSCRIPTION: Edith R. Wife of William Bagley D1ed July 13, 1893 Aged 23 Y's, 5 M's, 4 D's Dearly loved on earth, early called to Heaven SOURCES: LR LD IOOF Register of Burials DAR pg 67 S&H pg 69 Saucy Survey & Photographs 1870 OR CENSUS (Wasco Co., W. Dalles, FA #152) 1880 OR CENSUS (Linn Co., Scio, ED 72, sheet 374C) OS 14 Jul 1893 4:4 LOT: 801 SPACE: 3 SW LONGITUDE

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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?"

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KUPKA, Vennie Frank - 28Y single white male farmer - b: Oct 27 1910 Missouri - d: Nov 26 1938 Clinton, Henry Co, MO - fth: V. Kupka, born Czechoslovakia - mth: Bissir Nemoe?, born Czechoslovakia - informant: V. Kupka, Appleton City, MO - cause: accident, caught in tractor belt - bur: Nov 28 1938 Appleton City Cemetery, Appleton City, St. Clair Co, MO - filed as: Vennie F. Kupka, file no: 39289

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

Go to TwoSentenceComedy r/TwoSentenceComedy 1 yr. ago GuyAwks Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep. But Farmer Button just found some mutton.

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

BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849 🇮🇪 AWFUL DEATH- A respectable farmer named Stapleton, who resided at Ballyanny, within a mile of this town, came by his death under the following melancholy circumstances:- On the afternoon of Saturday, while returning from Nenagh, he went to look at his cows which were grazing in a field convenient to his residence, whereupon his bull, whose ferocious nature was aroused by the annoyance of flies and intense heat of the day, rushed fiercely at the ill-fated man, knocking him down, gored his body in a frightful manner and killed him on the spot. When he had not arrived at home on Saturday evening, his wife and family became uneasy, an they caused messengers to go look for him to this town, thinking that he might have delayed with a friend. But they could find no tidings of him. On Sunday morning, as the deceased's wife was going to early mass, she observed the bull coming towards the house, and having blood on his horns, at which sight she was struck with horror. She then faced towards the field, where she found her husband's mutilated body, which was deeply pierced in several parts by the savage animal's horns. On Monday the unfortunate man's remains were followed to their final resting place by an immense number of friends and neighbours.--Nenagh Guardian. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849

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

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!

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BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849 🇮🇪 HORRIBLE- A CHILD PARTIALLY EATEN BY PIGS- On Monday an inquest was held by T. Izod, Esq., coroner, in the churchyard of Clonamery, near Innistioge, on the body of a child four months old, belonging to a farmer named Richard Mylott, of Coolnamuck, which met its death on Thursday evening, under the following circumstances. It appeared in evidence that Mrs. Mylott put the child to sleep in a cradle in the kitchen, and leaving to mind it another child aged nine years, went out to assist her husband who was engaged in trenching potatoes. In a few minutes she heard the eldest child scream in great alarm, and on running to the house she found that two pigs had got into the kitchen, taken the infant out of the cradle, and were then dragging its body each from the other, and tearing it with the utmost ferocity, the voracious brutes being stained up to the eyes with blood. Life was not at the time quite extinct, but the unfortunate infant was soon after released from its sufferings.-- Kilkenny Moderator. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849

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

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

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it’s okay if … ⁀➴ you do nothing some days ⁀➴ you made a mistake ⁀➴ you struggle to accept help ⁀➴ you are overthinking it ⁀➴ you are not there yet ⁀➴ you keep your ideas to yourself ⁀➴ you aren’t yet ready to change

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

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=========================================================================== BUKE. BUKER. BUKER, Della d Monday, farm accident; IR 1959 FEb 26 pg 8 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- BUKER, Guy d Monday, farm accident; IR 1959 Feb 26 pg 8 ================================================================================

Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..

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r/shortscarystories 2 yr. ago ForgottenWell Profile Badge for the Achievement Top 1% Poster Top 1% Poster Sometimes infants don't survive... “Are we bad parents for buying generic formula?” “What do you mean?” I asked my wife, Amelia. She was gently rocking our newborn, examining two bulk sized containers of formula. The generic stuff and the name brand, which was almost twice as expensive. “It's like when you get an oil change,” she said, “and they ask ‘what type of oil do you want?’ And you say, ‘give me whatevers cheapest.’ You know that eventually the cheap stuff will screw up your engine, but you do it anyway. Only we’re basically doing that with our child… Does that make us bad parents?” “Honey,” I said, “we knew when we had this baby that we would have to make sacrifices.” I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. “Doing the best we can does not make us bad people.” She looked at me and smiled, grabbed the generic formula, and tossed it in our cart. I should mention that we didn’t plan on having this baby, and babies are—above all things—expensive. We had to move back in with my parents, take on a ton of medical debt. I had to sell my dream car. It made life hell. I suggested very early on that it might be better not to go through with the pregnancy, but Amelia said she could never end a child’s life… “Sometimes babies die for no reason, and it’s nobody’s fault.” The doctor is being as gentle as he can considering the situation. I held my wife as she bawled her eyes out. After all the sacrifices, our baby boy was taken from us anyway. Amelia wasn’t the same after that. Something changed. She got this idea in her head that it was the generic formula that did this to our boy. “I knew we should have got the expensive stuff! They put poison in the generic stuff and it killed our child!” I tried to kindly suggest that she was wrong, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, I tried to distance myself, and hoped she would snap out of it. I came home from work one day to find multiple black vans parked outside my parent’s house. It was the FBI. Amelia had been running experiments in my parents basement, feeding all manner of critters formula in an attempt to prove it was poison. She was recording these experiments and putting them up on youtube. All of the animals died from malnutrition, which only further convinced her. Last night, she was caught trying to break into the manufacturer of the generic formula with a bomb. The FBI had to take her in for questioning. Later, I went to see her in a holding cell. “The FBI, they’re in on this! All these evil people just want poor people dead!” “Amelia,” I said, “I have something important I need to tell you, and you have got to listen to me.” “What?” “All this formula stuff isn’t real. And I know that because I’m the one who killed our baby.”

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

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

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

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

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Terata Catadidyma refers to twins joined in the lower portion of the body, or may appear to be two bodies on top and one body on the bottom. Pygopagus - back-to-back, joined at the rump (about 19 percent) Ischiopagus - joined sacrum to sacrum (about 6 percent) Dicephalus - one body with two separate heads Diprosopus - single body and head, but bearing two faces dicephalic parapagus have one trunk and two heads, and may have two (dibrachius), three (tribrachius), or four (tetrabrachius) arms. Duplicata incompleta, (Parapagus) dicephalus dibrachius dipus (PDDD) type has two heads on one body "dipygus dibrachius tetrapus", "'posterior dichotomy,' subvariety schizorachis" Terata Anadidyma refers to twins with one single upper body with a double lower half or twins who are connected by a single body part. Cephalopagus - connected at the head (about two percent) Syncephalus - connected in the facial region Cephalothoracopagus - connected in the facial region and at the thorax Dipygus - one upper body with two lower bodies (including the abdomen, pelvis and legs) Caudal Duplication Anomalies Terata Anacatadidyma refers to twins who are joined somewhere along the midsection of the body. Thoracopagus - joined at the chest; may share a single heart or have some cardiac connection; some abdominal organs may be malformed Omphalopagus - joined at the chest (about 33 percent) Rachipagus - back-to-back, joined along the spine above the sacrum

Saihu (赛虎 = "like a tiger"), from Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province, southern China. On 28 November 2003, a chef was preparing dinner for almost 30 people at a driving school. The smell of the cooking meat attracted some nearby puppies to the school, along with their mother, Saihu. The chef threw some scraps of meat from the pot to the puppies, but strangely, the puppies' mother prevented them from eating. Saihu also kept barking at the chef, as well as the people who were preparing to eat. Confused but undeterred, the people prepared to eat the meal the chef had made. Saihu became panicked and ran around barking at the guests, before finally eating all the meat and scraps from the chef. After just a few minutes, Saihu fell dead on the floor. The guests, shocked at the dog's death, called a policeman as well as some doctors, who discovered poison contamination in the meat. No people or puppies died. Saihu must have smelled the poison and had saved the people and her puppies by sacrificing herself. The people of Jiujaing were so grateful to Saihu that they set up a grave statue to memorialize the dog.

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thank you and I love you, PR1NC3 D1CKH34D!!!! ♡♡ I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU <3 ꒱ ᥫ᭡ my pinterest: @rossieeowo ttk: @veronica_rossiee

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-ˋˏ ༻♰⋅. Psalm 62:1 .⋅♰༺ ˎˊ-

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Almighty 𓆩♡𓆪✝

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😘😇 cute, Angel, cute Angel

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