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fuckyeahnightmares:

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Personal story from my sister.

This is a personal experience that my sister has had.
My house has had serious activity, and my sister is usually the one to experience it. One night, she invited our mutual friend Kasha to stay over for the night. Things seem to happen even more than usual whenever Kasha is over, though.

Anyways, it was late and they decided to go to sleep. Kasha and my sister are really close, so they have no problem sharing a bed together. So my sister took one side, and Kasha took the other, leaving between them a gap. Then they went to sleep.

In the middle of the night my sister woke up. She was half asleep and, for whatever reason, decided to make sure Kasha was still there. So she looked beside her and took note of who was in the bed. “One…two…Ok, all 3 of us are still here.” she hazily decided. Then she went back to sleep.


It wasn’t until later in the morning when she realized that she didn’t have anyone besides Kasha sleeping over the previous night.

Now, Kasha and my sister do not sleep on her bed anymore. They choose to sleep on a blanket on the ground. They still see some one sleeping in the bed when they wake up at night and look, though.

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daisypin:

The most disturbing episode of Buffy

This started out being a really funny episode and now i see the Gentlemen every time I close my eyes.

(Source: scooby-gang, via lunch-room)

Welcome (2007)

Written and Directed by Kirsten Dunst

Starring Winona Ryder and John Hawkes.

This short is 12 minutes and completely worth it, if you ask me :)

fuckyesparanormal:

The Thing in the Window

That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it’s pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don’t know how it got there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.

At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away… it wasn’t there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was talking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked aruond my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn’t look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it’s innocently turned in a different direction.

Finally on Thursday I tried to open the window, but it’s stuck. I think the thing’s hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.

It stared at me, smiling.

Of course, I screamed.

I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked. But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away. No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.

So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it, I took a quick glance at the skin covered face. A small peek.

It was angry.

That grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I coul see down its cavernous throat. A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again. Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now. I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.

It’s watching me type.

fuckyesparanormal:

The Lights

When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother’s bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom’s bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn’t show (only on rare occasions), I couldn’t help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn’t be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom’s room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn’t wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn’t get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn’t had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn’t through the foggy memories. They weren’t lights; they were glowing red eyes.

I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn’t, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it’s skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn’t my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That’s when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.

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(Source: woodsmokeandpumpkins, via late-night-halloween)

One day at a shopping mall in the afternoon, a woman was coming out of the mall from a shopping spree. She was in a happy mood. She had gotten to her car and loaded her stuff that she had bought into her trunk. When she was done loading, she shut the door of her trunk and she saw an old lady standing by the passenger side of her car.

The old woman said “Would you be a darling and give me a lift home? I don’t have a car and I was walking all day.” The woman said “I’d be happy to.” So she unlocked the door for the old woman. As she started to make her way around the car to the driver’s side, she started to feel uncomfortable. So when she got in the car, she looked in her purse and said “Darn, I can’t find my credit card. I’m going inside to see if anybody found it.” The old woman said “I’ll wait for you here.”

The woman left to go look for help. Then she found a security guard and told him the situation. They went back to the woman’s car and the passenger door was wide open. On the seat of the car was a shopping bag that the old woman had been carrying. Inside of the bag was the old woman’s dress and a gray haired wig, along with a huge butcher’s knife, a video camera, and a roll of duct tape.