Well that’s fucking creepy
When Cliff Barlow was 7 years old, he moved into a new house with his young parents and baby brother. He liked his new house, all except for the basement of course. He thought it was creepy.
He used to always hear a tapping noise. The highlight was when his mother told him to go there to pick up some laundry, and he went and heard voices.
After that day, he never went back in ever again.
One day his life and his parents life, came shattering down. His baby brother went missing. In his crib was a ransom note saying “pay $20,000 or else the baby dies.” His parents contacted the police and they did everything they could but the baby was never found.
Cliff’s happy life came to a halt. He was robbed of an innocent childhood and a younger brother. He became miserable as did his parents.
20 years later, Cliff was driving along the road. He passed by his former house. Angry at all of it, and how that one night changed so much, he went back to the house to give it a visit.
He went to the basement, and furious as ever he punched the wall. To his surprise, the wall came crumbling down.
Skeletons of little children. There must’ve been 20-30 of them. He could even see bite marks of their little hands. And the worst part? They were all missing their skulls.
Police later called and identified one of the skeletons as his little brother.
To this day, the person who did this remains unidentified.
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Anonymous asked: hey look i love your blog and i've been around a while but there needs to be a serious warning on the hide-and-seek alone post. the "horror games to do at SLEEPOVERS" comment needs to be fucking REDACTED too because playing the doll game in the company of OTHER PEOPLE is a BAD IDEA, it says so in the rules. like i'd really appreciate you putting a major warning not to do that shit on that post or something, or doing so in the future for similar games. it's a good post for this blog, but yeah.
Would you relax, ghosts aren’t even real
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So my friends are over at my flat that I own with my boyfriend.
We’re drinking and eating pizza, bitching about a certain friend we all don’t like and just having a good laid back time.
I’m not sure how it started but the topic of strange/paranormal came up. We each went around the room telling a scary story that always started with ‘this happened to a friend of a friend’ or ‘someone on the internet’ … you get the kind of idea.
Anyway, we’re telling these ‘scary’ stories and we’re not really sure what to believe. I remember my friend Martin saying something like
“Well I’ve never seen anything or nothing has ever happened to me”.
I got an idea to play that hide and seek game involving the doll filled with rice.
I’m not going to put the steps that you’re supposed to take or what you’re supposed to do to the doll. It’s not that hard to find out on the internet but I personally don’t want people taking part in this.
It’s just some silly story right???
Well we all got in a hiding place in my tiny flat. As you can expect there isn’t much room to hide but I have 2 bedrooms, a living room, a toilet and a kitchen so 5 people can just about hide.
Myself and my friend Katie were the ones to submerge the doll. She quickly turned out of the bathroom so fast and it’s of course pitch black. I knew I only had a certain amount of time to hide before the ‘thing’ was supposed to happen.
I quickly ran and hid in the second bedroom that’s right near the bathroom. I’m trying to squeeze in the wardrobe and duck down, I saw a coat on the floor of the wardrobe that I then covered myself with as I shut the door. Now we wait.
It’s in the pitch black and I’m trying to slow my breathing. In my head I was trying to understand the situation that I’m currently in. “Right so.. I’m hidden in the spare bedroom. Where is everyone else? Are they safe?? Why did I suggest this stupid game anyway” I’m thinking to myself.
I then heard what at first sounded like very light splashing. I thought it could be water from the bath tap hitting the water and shrugged it off as that. I heard this a few more times and cursed Katie in my head for not screwing the taps on hard enough after we ran the bath.
I then heard one big splash and then everything was silent. At this time I’m still crouched in the wardrobe thinking that the others are trying to scare me out of my hiding place. Well I’m not moving!!
I’m still crouched and I can faintly hear very very light footsteps in the hallway. ‘Nice try guys’ I’m kinda smiling at them trying to scare me. You’re gonna have to do more than that to get me out of here.
Slowly I opened the wardrobe door and peaked out and not greeted by darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see the bedroom door wide open and could just about make out the living room door open and then just blackness.
The tv in the main bedroom (my boyfriends and I) has now turned on and you can hear the cricket playing. Kinda embarrassing that the last thing he was watching was the cricket. Why haven’t they turned the tv over?? None of my friends like cricket.
Now I’m 100% sure that they are screwing with me and trying to scare me. I fling the wardrobe door open and I’m making my way to the bathroom. Well it takes about 3 steps from that room into the bathroom so I’m there in no time. Looking down into the bathtub I see just water. No doll. ‘They’ve blatantly taken the doll and tried to scare me’ I’m thinking to myself.
Slowly turning around I made my way to the main bedroom. My eyes are still adjusting to the darkness and as I pass the living room I can see the main couch with a dark shape crouched behind it. Not to be rude but my friend Gareth is a bit bigger than a of us and by the shape of this person behind the couch - I could tell it’s Gareth.
I made my way into the main bedroom and flung open the door in a bid to try and startle whoever was in the room.
The bedroom was in pitch black but was faintly lit up by the light from the tv. You could vaguely see a ball being thrown and a guy waving it but no sound.
By now I’m starting to get creeped out. ‘Well it’s Gareth right? He ran turned on the tv and then ran into his hiding place’
Slowly I grab the duvet hanging off the bed. Bending down now with flashes from the tv lighting up the room I slowly stretch out my hand under the bed. I extend my fingers and now put my whole arm under the bed.
That’s when I heard it.
Coming from the other side of the room I hear a giggle. I’m suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread.
I hear the giggle again and shuffling.
I honestly can’t move. I’m screaming at myself in my head ‘Gabie just MOVE! Run! Why aren’t you moving?!’
I hear footsteps.. Shuffling and then a bang on the bed.
Whatever it is - is now on the bed.
My hand is still stretched out under the bed.
I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Whatever is on the bed is - I feel leaning over looking at me and it’s giggling.
I’m closing my eyes now. I can faintly see the the darkness lit up every now and then even with my eyes closed.
My hand is stretched out wards under the bed and I slowly pull it back.
In my other hand is the saltwater. Very quickly (surprising how quick) I fling my arm back from under the bed and grab my water. I’m pouring it over the bed with my eyes closed.
By now I’m terrified.
I’m running out the room and I slam the main bedroom door behind me. Run into the living room and fling on the light.
3 of my friends were hidden in here and the others in the kitchen.
“Why you turning on the light gabs!” My friend Martin wants to know.
By now I’m splashed with water and I’m pointing to the main room just mumbling and sobbing.
Deborah, Katie, and Martin go into the main bedroom and turn on the light. The tv is now off and they can’t see anything strange in the room at all.
“Come on guys. She’s clearly scared.. This is a stupid game anyway, let’s carry on drinking eh?” Gareth is shouting from the living room.
They close the door, turn the lights on and we just go back to sitting around a circle now thinking about some drinking games we can play as Katie has some cards with her.
It must have been about 20 minutes and my boyfriend gets home from work.
He’s exhausted, says his hellos, has 2 beers with us and excuses himself to the bedroom. He mumbles something like “sorry guys. So tired, see you in the morning”
He gets in the bedroom and then yells for me.
I’m walking into the bedroom and his exact words are “why is most of my side of the bed wet and why is there this freaky doll under the duvet?!
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Anonymous asked: I've played that hide and seek game and weird shit happened
Well what the hell share with the class
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Horror games you can play at sleepovers
This time it’s with everyone’s favorite: a possessed doll
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James lay in bed, mind racing with imagined faces and noises. Clary grumbled and moaned next to him, tossing in her sleep, further tangling the blankets around her legs. A night of American Horror Story followed by the indie horror film V/H/S had left James on edge and anxious. Some people could convince themselves that there was nothing out in the world that goes bump in the night, that they were perfectly safe in the dark. These people thought of themselves as reasonable and practical. James was not one of these people; he knew better. The world worked in mysterious ways, and James thought any one who believed differently was lucky to be so foolish.
A sudden thud came from the somewhere on the other side of the upper floor of the house, too loud to have just been the cat upending a chair or such. This bang left James’ ears ringing and he swore he felt it through the floor, in the bed frame, and in his bones. It was more than just too loud, as if he had experienced it with more than just his senses. His heart rammed up into his throat and he froze with panic. Primed as he was for something he had told him self wouldn’t happen, his nerves were screaming, blood rushing through his head. Something wasn’t right, he could feel it. Something was terribly wrong, and he was sure he was the only one awake to notice it.
In his mind, James was coaching himself back to calm, eyes shut, forcing the dread away. He told himself he was only imagining it, the night and the tension getting to him. There was another thump this time, far quieter, and entirely too distinct. It was the undeniable sound of a person moving, just slightly. The way the beginning and end of the noise rose and fell, as opposed to swift and abrupt. At the same time James heard the bathroom light pop and fizzle out, and the light shining in the door died. James listened, hair on end, carefully practical, fearing that if he let himself feel too much he’d lose his resolve completely. There was silence. Pure, uncomfortable silence. As if the world was waiting for something. He had to go look. That was the only way James would calm himself enough to get to sleep at all. The rational part of his mind was sure he wouldn’t find anything, and the rest of his mind needed to be reassured, wanted to believe the reasonable side.
Forcing his limbs into action, he carefully slid off the bed and onto the floor, trying not to disturb the sleeping girl. Immediately Clary flipped and rolled to sprawl across the entirety of the bed, making unsettling gurgling noises deep in her throat. James stepped carefully but quickly across the floor, pouring energy into his actions, knowing he’d lose his courage if he hesitated. Opening the door, James cringed as the door let out a shatteringly loud creak, like a gunshot in the silence of the sleeping house. No. The house didn’t sound like it was sleeping, it made no sound at all, like it was holding its breath, pretending to be dead. Not even the sound of the furnace could be heard, and Clary was absolutely silent once more. James actually rubbed his fingers together next to his ear to make sure his hearing was working, and was rewarded with an answering rustle of movement coming from the room where Ken kept his snake Loki. The room Loki was in was located at the other end of the hall, with the stairs immediately to the right of Clary’s door. Between the stairs and Loki’s room were the rooms that belonged to Clary’s mother and sister. On the left hand side of the hallway was the bathroom. Hadn’t the bathroom light been left on? James wondered to himself.
James was barely breathing, his chest aching, knowing there was no reasonable cause for the noise. Ken was asleep in the basement, Clary and her cat were asleep in her bed, Clary’s mother and sister were both out, and Loki could not have made that much noise. James aimed the shining screen of his phone at the walls to look for light switches. Not finding any, James assumed they were located around other corners, and was forced to make the trip to Loki’s room in darkness. Holding his phone out in front of him like a talisman to ward away the dark, James scurried towards to the doorway of Loki’s room and was sure he could see legs prone on the floor. Mind and heart racing, James was trying to remember what Ken’s pyjamas looked like. What the hell was Ken doing on the floor? He hadn’t come up the stairs, James would have heard it, how the hell did he get there?
James was barely breathing at this point as he went all the way into the room, quickly scanning the corners of the room and avoiding looking directly out the window. Loki was coiled and looking right out the front of his tank at Ken’s body, sprawled as if it had been left there, and Loki almost seemed as baffled as James. Kneeling down near Ken’s head, James could see that his friend’s face was a deathly grey pallor, and his eyes were open but glassy, lidded as if drowsy.
Immediately part of James knew this friend of his was dead. The rest of him was tearing itself apart, unwilling to comprehend exactly what it was seeing, and refusing to even think the inevitable. Heart ratcheting up into panic mode, James was about to dial 911 when he felt something behind him. At the same time he heard a choked breath followed by an eerie, gasping moan. James flinched from the sound in his very soul, wishing to be away from such an alarming and unnatural noise.
Forcing himself to turn around, James dropped his phone as he came face to face with the appearance of a woman, abdomen bloated with the gift of new life ready to be born. The woman was crouched in the doorway, arms splayed against the door frame on either side as if to keep James from passing. James recoiled as blood gurgled from her mouth, spilling down her chin and her front, but the boy could also see her throat was slit, crimson waves sliding down her neck and staining the short simple gown she wore.
A sob crammed itself into the back of James’ throat, demanding to be released, and he hastily backed up against the window, putting the rowing machine between himself and the apparition. He squeezed his eyes shut, and huddled down against the wall, praying to the darkness behind his eyes that she would go away. With his eyes shut, James heard and felt the woman take a step towards him, and was maddened with the unshakeable, dawning feeling that there was more than one woman, they were all over the room. Peeking out from between his fingers for a moment, James still only saw the one woman, but for just a fraction of a second her image wavered and flickered around the room, like ghosts of the damned. Her image ceased to flicker except now she was less than a foot away, right in front of James, a manic gleam in her shining eyes. His lungs and throat spasmed, a scream about to slam out of his throat, a scream of unbridled terror.
Suddenly James detected a darkness behind the woman, a darker darkness than that of the unlit hallway. The darkness coalesced into the shape of a tall humanoid figure, as if its edges had come into focus. The head of the creature was easily two feet over the crouched woman, close to the ceiling, and the creature itself was hunched to fit in the space. In a moment the darkness surged forward with a great loping gait, long, slender arms coming up to grab the woman around the arms. James saw claws dig into the woman’s flesh, releasing ribbons of blood, and the woman let out a thin scream as the creature tightened its grip. Pulling the woman’s body close to it, the creature leaned around her and brought its face level with James. Had he his wits about him, James would have been screaming right along with the woman, but as it was he felt nothing. Out of necessity his mind had blanked and he was now merely a passive observer in an unresponsive body.
A line split open down the middle of the creature’s black face, edged on either side by jagged black points like a demonic zipper, and the creature let out a great bellow, inches from James’ face. The sound echoed around in the boy’s skull like he was hearing it from across time as well, and it had a power behind it as if it had been building momentum and power for eons, scattering the last of James’ sanity.
The creature then stalked from the room, dragging the pregnant woman with it by one hand. James could only stand and watch, all will to move, or to even think and feel, gone from his body. When the creature was halfway down the hall with the woman, it reached to the woman, grabbed her by her abdomen, and tore out her innards, shovelling them into its mouth. The woman’s screams reached a bloodcurdling crescendo before being cut off, and James was baffled as he saw the woman whole again at the same time. Surely he was beyond madness now, for he seemed to be seeing the woman and the creature in multiple states of carnage and wholeness, all overlapping in his minds eye in a blur of horror. An involuntary shudder an through James’ body. Passing Clary’s doorway, the darkness dragged the woman down the stairs and into the enveloping darkness below. The screams ceased, and James felt the entity and the woman vanish as if they were not only gone from the house and his presence, but gone from this plane of existence.
James gasped a shuddering, shaking breath, and pulled himself away from the wall. Squinting through the doorway into the darkness at the end of the hallway, he was terrified to move an inch, lest it incited further terror. James crouched to grab his phone and mentally prepared himself. Praying the creature wasn’t waiting at the bottom of the stairs to lunge up and grab him, he was about to scurry across the landing when he felt a presence behind him. The feeling was devoid of humanity and felt somehow slimy, as if human intuition didn’t want to acknowledge it and couldn’t grasp it.
Turning, James didn’t know what to expect, and at this point wouldn’t have been surprised to see his mother bathing in a child’s blood. What he did see caught him off guard. Standing there in the doorway of the room James had just been in, was Ken. He had this manic grin on his face, but was still cast in the grey pallor of the dead. James also saw him as scowling in disapproval, as if James had disappointed him. How was he making two faces at once? Which was real? Was any of this real, or was James trapped in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from? Behind him James could still see Ken’s dead body on the floor. Feeling as if his mind was fraying at the edges, James stepped backwards into Clary’s room and slammed the door behind him.
Standing against the door, James listened to hear if Ken was still in the hallway. Hearing footsteps approach the door, James stood back in horror, wondering if the door could hold back Ken should he try to enter the room. Suddenly the door was rattling in its frame, as if being pummelled by a barrage of a hundred fists from the other side. Clary didn’t stir. James scooted across the room in a panic and jumped onto the bed. Grabbing Clary by the shoulders, James shook her as hard as the door was being rattled, and still she didn’t respond. Utterly baffled, James got off the bed and stood there and grasped his head between his hands in sheer utter panic.
With an explosion like a bullet fired from the barrel of a gun, the door slammed open and fell right off its hinges, hitting the desk and toppling it. Silence. There was nothing in the doorway, and the hallway was empty. James stood there, chest heaving silently. Everything in the room suddenly lifted into the air and swirled around the room, objects indiscriminately smacking into James. Still Clary did not stir.
James crumbled to the floor sobbing, and tucked his legs up and covered his head with his arms, his back against the bed. Hunched like this in the fetal position for what felt like hours, James eventually felt the the objects flying through the air slow and and come to a stop, dropping to the floor where they may. Pulling his arms from his head, James could tell the room was totalled beyond repair or recognition. Scratches and holes marked the walls, similar to James’ now battered body. Climbing to his feet, James looked to the bed and saw Clary remained in the position he had last seen her in, and the bed sheets remained undisturbed, as if untouched by the maelstrom. James barely had room for any more bafflement, and simply stowed this fact away without a thought.
Stepping towards the empty doorway, James turned the light on, blinding after a night of twisted darkness and horror. The light flickered out a moment later, and in the darkness a shape was suddenly present in the doorway to Clary’s room. James’ breath caught in his throat and tears sprang to his eyes as he registered the now familiar elongated shape of the darkest darkness. Towering over James, it slowly limbered towards him, and lifted its arms and reached out to him as if to embrace him. James cowered and pulled into himself, ducking his head like he was in prayer, hoping he could wish everything away. He felt something cold flow against his bare arms, then suddenly an icy, sharp burning. The creature’s grip encircled James, the direct contact quickly numbing after a burst of cold so intense it felt like fire. James felt his feet leave the ground, and knew he was moving towards the stairs in the creature’s arms. Darkness swam at the edges of James’ consciousness, an absence of himself, and he felt like he was being pulled away from the world. The thoughtlessness was swiftly moving towards the centre of his mind and then he felt nothing, for he was nothing.
Clary awoke to the bright sunshine of late morning pouring onto her bed and pooling around her legs, Bella the cat fast asleep in its warmth. Lifting her head to check the time, she realized James wasn’t in her bed. She figured he must have left earlier, and checked her phone for a text from him or Ken. Ken had texted her before he left and told her James was already gone, that he must have gotten a ride from his parents. Clambering out of her bed, Clary was pleased to find her room was completely spotless, and wondered if her grandmother had been by to clean or if Ken had been in there and just got fed up with the mess. Either way she was pleased with herself, knowing she could get Ken to clean her room for her if she just left it messy long enough.
By Ken Hardy (guardurheart)
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Anonymous asked: What are your thoughts on this. There is a person in my life who I care about, but everytime I am around them I loose something.
You’re dating a thief
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Beauties of the Underworld
Some things are never quite what they seem. When one refers to “The Underworld”, we instantly think of demons, fire, brimstone, eternal suffering, and the overpowering odor of sulfur. I can tell you now; it’s nothing like that at all.
Did you know there’s a series of tunnels beneath all civilization? This is somewhat related to the “Hollow Earth Theory”. Tunnels weave in cryptic patterns and lead to an entirely different world inside of this one. This world is green and lush, but mountains riddle the land, making it very easy to get lost. You will live among this world’s creatures and you will likely lose any remnants of sanity, but if you calmly and patiently explore, you will come upon something astonishing.
You will find the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, nude and shackled to a cliff side. They will look very hungry, and most likely, they will be sleeping very deeply or appear to be in an unconscious state. At this point, you will most likely want to release them. The chain is weak and easy to break, so freeing them will not be a problem, but they are so weak, they won’t be able to walk on their own, provided they wake from their deep slumber.
Now, you have two choices. You may linger here with this being and waste away, or you may take them home and live as you had before, only now with a mysterious new housemate. But keep in mind, it would be best to keep your lovely new friend a secret, or something horrible might happen. Go ahead and try to feed them. Try to give them liquid for their thirst. All such things will be spurned, albeit nonviolently. They sleep for most of the day. They will not walk upright like a human; they will crawl like an animal. They are mute and unable to speak. Try what you will to hear their voice. They come from a place where there was never a need for human language. Despite this, they will seem to behave in a more and more human manner every day, although they may just be mimicking you. Living in the overworld with you, they are likely to grow ill fast. In fact, they may die. There is only one way to save them. Feed them the only thing they will eat. Blood.
Any blood will do, whether it is animal or human. Animal blood doesn’t satiate them quite as long or as well. Human blood seems to make them the happiest and most content. This usually only means one thing to you.
You will become a murderer to see your new pet happy, to keep them content and well-fed, and most of all, to keep them by your side. If he or she is not fed enough, they will escape and devour whatever appeals to them, only to return to your home and sleep like a full-bellied kitten. Sometimes, though, the being will only eat whatever is nearest, in this case being one who labeled themself as their master.
The last thing many of them will see is the gnashing teeth of the beauty they had collected and their own blood dripping down their sharp, vampiric teeth. No one ever sees it coming, the poor souls. They become lost in the underworld, much as their pet was. Their humanity became lost and now they are no different than what he or she is.
Because of those who have ventured to the underworld, these creatures are now among us. They are so silent, and only gain the ability to speak once they have killed their first human. But enough of my silly story… What I’ve been meaning to ask you is…
Who’s that quiet stranger you’re with? They’re rather easy on the eyes.
Did you get a good look at their teeth?
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