Scary pics and spooky story thread

Scary pics and spooky story thread

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fear the crocs

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there are better skinwalker creepypasta than this one, but this one is pretty good

this one is supposedly from a youtube video series, idk the sauce

Classic Pepper's Ghost effect. Those are fun. I made one in Japanese temple style lantern last year for Halloween. Looped a six second .gif of a glowing blue ball, loaded it on a $2 digital picture frame from Goodwill, threw it in the bottom of the (scrap cardboard) lantern, and placed a scrap of clear plastic above it at a 45 deg. angle towards the street side. Worked pretty well.

pics?

here's a spooky story I've shared before:

my grandmother was camping with her family as a kid. she had a dream that a ghost rose up from the ground by a tree near the tent. she told her folks about the dream in the morning, when they checked they found a human skeleton in a shallow grave

I love these threads. Heres a bump.

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I dont get it

as an undergrad, i rented a house with some friends. it was cheap rent, we took over the lease from a group who moved with no notice to the landlord and they left no forwarding info. they left all their furntiure.

my room had a full length mirror in it, which i moved to the basement after a few days. it always seemed like there was something in the mirror that wasn't in the room. about a week later, i was making a sandwich in the kitchen in the afternoon when i heard a crashing sound from the basement. the mirror had shattered, as if it had been hit from the back by a hammer. but the back had been resting against a concrete wall (cont.)

You know, I don't think you're supposed to

i checked with my roommates when they got home, everyone had had similar spooky experiences- one door in the hallway opened by itself when you were home alone, and everyone thought the hallway was creepy

a few weeks later, roommates had some friends over and we were watching a movie in the living room. the friends had a kid who was four or five. the door in the hallway opened, and the kid ran over and said "hi, my name is ____, what's yours?"

the parents grabbed the kid and we went to a dennys or an ihop to get out of the house, and we never mentioned it again

But you. . . You get me

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Whats the source on this?

Wood plow

Ayyy lamao

as a grad student, i lived in a haunted place. not spooky most of the time, but sometimes i'd go to the kitchen (ground floor) at night to get a glass of water. going up the stairs, sometimes something would grab my arm

over winter break, i was the only one there for two weeks. everyone else went home, but i took a graduate level economics course that was offered over the break. a couple times i heard a loud noise from downstairs, when i went downstairs the kitchen door was open. i kept the doors deadbolted during the break, the neighborhood has a lot of college students who leave for the break and burgleries/breakins are common over break. after the second time the deadbolted door opened by itself, i figured the spirit might be lonely so i watched tv in the living for half an hour. that seemed to placate it

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i think it's from VHS 2, the story with the cult. VHS 2 takes place maybe ten years ago, so crocs were ugly but not hipster retro

it's probably just a crappy photo, but the story is that it was taken in an abandoned hospital that was about to be demoished

Spooky-chan isn't spooky

we can add spoopy to the topics for the thread

but she is sexy af

hot

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looks jewish

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Is this legit? pretty spooky if so

During September of 2001, I attended an estate sale in Portland Oregon. The items liquidated at this sale were from the estate of a woman who had passed away at the age of 103. A grand-daughter of the woman told me that her grandmother had been born in Poland where she grew up, married, raised a family, and lived until she was sent to a Nazi concentration camp during World War II. She was the only member of her family who survived the camp. Her parents, brothers, a sister, husband, and two sons and a daughter were all killed. She survived the camp by escaping with some other prisoners and somehow making her way to Spain where she lived until the end of the war. I was told that she acquired the small wine cabinet listed here in Spain and it was one of only three items that she brought with her when she immigrated to the United States. The other two items were a steamer trunk, and a sewing box.

I purchased the wine cabinet, along with the sewing box and some other furniture at the estate sale. After the sale, I was approached by the woman's granddaughter who said, I see you got the dibbuk box. She was referring to the wine cabinet. I asked her what a dibbuk box was, and she told me that when she was growing up, her grandmother always kept the wine cabinet in her sewing room. It was always shut, and set in a place that was out of reach. The grandmother always called it the dibbuk box. When the girl asked her grandmother what was inside, her grandmother spit three times through her fingers said, a dibbuk, and keselim. The grandmother went on to tell the girl that the wine cabinet was never, ever, to be opened.

The granddaughter told me that her grandmother had asked that the box be buried with her. However, as such a request was contrary to the rules of an orthodox Jewish burial, the grandmothers request had not been honored. I asked the granddaughter what a dibbuk, and keselim were, but she did not know. I asked if she would like to open it with me. She did not want to open it, as her grandmother had been very emphatic and serious when she instructed her not to do so, and, regardless of the reason, she wanted to honor her grandmother’s request.

I finally ended up offering to let her keep what seemed to me to be a sentimental keepsake. At that point, she was very insistent and said, No, no you bought it!

I explained that I didn’t want my money back, and that it would make me feel better to do what I thought was an act of kindness. She then became somewhat upset. Looking back now, the way she became upset was just plain odd. She raised her voice to me and said, you bought it! You made a deal!

When I tried to speak, she yelled, we don't want it! She began to cry, asked me to leave, and quickly walked away. I wrote the whole episode off to the stress and grief she must have been experiencing. I took my purchases and politely left.

At the time when I bought the cabinet, I owned a small furniture refinishing business. I took the cabinet to my store, and
put it in my basement workshop where I intended to refinish it and give it as a gift to my Mother. I didn't think anything
more about it. I opened my shop for the day and went to run some errands leaving the young woman who did sales for
me in charge.

i think this is fake, no ghost is this thirsty

i think it's a fake for humor, but some astronauts have reported seeing unexplained objects in space (two or three of the early astronauts in the Apollo program said they saw objects that looked like large booster rockets ahead of them when they left the stratosphere)

Ramirez? Fucking beaners, always fucking shit up.

What movie is that?

After about a half-hour, I got a call on my cell phone. The call was from my salesperson. She was absolutely hysterical and screaming that someone was in my workshop breaking glass and swearing. Furthermore, the intruder had locked the iron security gates and the emergency exit and she couldn't get out. As I told her to call the police, my cell phone battery went dead. \ I hit speeds of 100 mph getting back to the shop. When I arrived, I found the gates locked. I went inside and found my employee on the floor in a corner of my office sobbing hysterically. I ran to the basement and went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I was hit by an overpowering unmistakable odor of cat urine (there had never been any animals kept or found in my shop). The lights didn't work. As I investigated, I found that the reason the lights didn't work also explained the sounds of glass breaking. All of the light bulbs in the basement were broken. All nine incandescent bulbs had been broken in their sockets, and 10 four-foot fluorescent tubes were lying shattered on the floor. I did not find an intruder, however. I should also add that there was only one entrance to the basement. It would have been impossible for anyone to leave without meeting me head-on. I went back up to speak with my salesperson, but she had left.

She never returned to work (after having been with me for two years). She refuses to discuss the incident to this day. I never thought of relating the events of that day to anything having to do with the cabinet.

Then, things got worse.

As I already indicated, I had decided to give the cabinet to my Mother as a birthday gift. About two weeks after I made the purchase, I decided to get started refinishing it. I was surprised to find that the cabinet has a unique little mechanism. When you open one of the doors, the mechanism causes the opposite door, and the little drawer below, to open at the same time. It is very well made. Inside the cabinet, I found the following items: 1 1928 U.S. Wheat Penny; 1 1925 US Wheat Penny; One small lock of blonde hair (bound with string); One small lock of black/brown hair (bound with string); One small granite statue engraved and gilded with Hebrew letters (I have been told that the letters spell out the word SHALOM); One dried rosebud; One golden wine cup; One very strange black cast iron candlestick holder with octopus legs.

I saved all of the items in a box intending to return them to the estate. The family has refused the items, so they will be included in this sale of the cabinet.

After opening the cabinet, I decided not to refinish it. I cleaned it, and rubbed in some lemon oil. It was at this time that I noticed that there was an inscription in Hebrew carved into the back of the cabinet. I have no idea what it says or if it is significant. I have included a picture of that inscription below. On my mother’s birthday, October 28, 2001, my mother called to tell me that she was going out of town with my sister for three days, and we postponed celebrating her birthday together until she returned. On October 31, 2001, my mother came to my shop. We were going to have lunch together, but before we were going to leave, I gave her the wine cabinet. She seemed to like it. While she examined it, I went to make a phone call. I hadn't been out of sight more than 5 minutes when one of my employees came running into my office saying that something was wrong with my mom.

When I went back to see what the matter was, I found my mom sitting in a chair beside the cabinet. Her face had no expression, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. No matter how I tried to get her to respond, she would not. She could not. It turns out that my mother had suffered a stroke. She was taken to the hospital by ambulance. She ended up suffering partial paralysis, and losing her ability to speak and form words (she has since regained the ability to speak). She could understand things being said to her, and could respond by pointing to letters of the alphabet to spell out words she wanted to say. When I asked her the following day how she was doing, she teared up and spelled out the words: N-O G-I- F-T. I assured her that I had given her a gift for her birthday, thinking that she didn’t remember, but she became even more upset and spelled out the words: H-A-T-E G-I-F-T. I laughed and told her not to worry. I told her I was sorry she didn’t like the cabinet, and that I would get her anything she wanted if she would promise to get well soon.

Still, I didn't associate anything that had happened with the cabinet itself or anything paranormal. Frankly, I don’t think I ever even used the term paranormal until this last month.

I'll try to make this short now. I gave the cabinet to my sister. She kept it for a week, then gave it back. She complained that she couldn't get the doors to stay closed and that they kept coming open. There are no springs in the door mechanism and I have never found that the doors come open. I gave it to my brother and his wife who kept it for three days and then gave it back. My brother said it smelled like Jasmine flowers, while his wife insisted that it put out an odor of cat urine. I gave it to my girlfriend who asked me to sell it for her after only two days. I sold it the same day to a nice middle aged couple. Three days later, when I came to open the shop for the day, I found the cabinet sitting at the front doors with a note that read, This has a bad darkness. I had no idea what that meant. Anyway, I ended up taking it home.

Then, things got even worse.

the twist is that the real Ramirez was back on earth. they were both alien doppegangers

Since the day I brought it home, I began having a strange recurring nightmare. Every time I have the horrible dream it goes something like this: I find myself walking with a friend, usually someone I know well and trust at some point in the dream, I find myself looking into the eyes of the person that I am with. It is then that I realize that there is something different, something evil looking back at me. At that point in my dream, the person I am with changes into what can only be described as the most gruesome, demonic looking Hag that I have ever seen. This Hag proceeds then, to beat the living tar out of me. I have awakened numerous times to find bruises and marks on myself where I had been hit by the old woman during the previous night. Still, I never related the nightmares to the cabinet, nor do I think that I ever would have.

About a month ago, however, my sister, and my brother and his wife came over to my house and spent the night. The following morning, during breakfast, my sister complained that she had had a horrible nightmare. She said that she recalled having had it a couple of times before, and went on to describe my nightmare exactly to the last detail. My brother and his wife froze as they listened, and then chimed in that they had both had had the exact same dreams during the night as well. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck and still is. As we talked, it became clear that the common denominator was that each of us had had the nightmare during the times that the cabinet was in our respective homes. I called my girlfriend and asked if she could recall having any nightmares recently. She described the same nightmare, same Hag, everything. When I asked her if she remembered the date when she had the nightmare, she said she did not. Then I
asked if it happened to be the night before she gave me the cabinet back to sell for her. She said, Yeah! Hey, how did
you know that?!!!

Now then, since my family discussion, it seems like all hell is breaking loose. For a week afterward I started seeing what I can only describe as shadow things in my peripheral vision. In fact, numerous visitors to my house have claimed that they have seen these shadow things. I put the cabinet in an outside storage unit and was awakened when the smoke alarm in the unit went off in the middle of the night. When I went to see what was burning, I opened the door and didn’t see any smoke. However, I did get hit with the smell of cat urine. When I went back inside, the smell was there in my house. I DO NOT OWN A CAT AND I NEVER HAVE. I went back outside and grabbed the cabinet. I brought it back inside and tried to research it on the Internet. While I was surfing the net, I fell asleep and once again had the same freakin nightmare. I woke up at around 4:30am (when it felt and smelled like someone was breathing on my neck) to find that my house now smelled like Jasmine flowers, and just in time to see a HUGE shadow thing go loping down the hall away from me.

I would destroy this thing in a second, except I really don’t have any understanding of what I may or may not be dealing with. I am afraid (and I do mean afraid) that if I destroy the cabinet, whatever it is that seems to have come with the cabinet may just stay here with me. I have been told that there are people who shop on EBAY that understand these kinds of things and specifically look for these kinds of items. If you are one of these people, please, please buy this cabinet and do whatever you do with a thing like this.

Aren't all beaners aliens?

youtube.com/watch?v=313vKNR3fkY

This video creeped me out back in high school

>Original ebay posting:
Help me.

You can see that I have no reserve price or minimum bid. If I can make things any easier let me know and I will do everything within my abilities.

One more note. On the same day my Mom had her stroke, the lease to my store was summarily terminated without cause.

The measurements are 12.5" x 7.5" x 16.25"

ALL OF THE ITEMS THAT I ORIGINALLY FOUND INSIDE THE CABINET ARE INCLUDED IN THE SALE AND WILL BE DELIVERED WITH THE CABINET.

On Jun-12-03 at 02:15:30 PDT, seller added the following information:

There is no way that I can respond to all of the e-mails I've received since I put this thing on-line. I'll try now to update and answer the most common questions I've been receiving.

1. No, I am not religious.

2. No, I do not wish to have or participate in any sort of exorcism, or case study, or photo sessions at my home.

3. No, I will not sell any of the individual pieces which were originally found separate from the other pieces and the cabinet.

4. No, I do not speak Hebrew nor do I know what the word "keselim" means. I don't know that the word is even
or or a Hebrew word.

5. At the end of the auction, I have decided to take an opportunity to speak with the winning bidder for two reasons: a.)To make sure that the winning bidder is a serious adult who has employed some valid reasoning skills in making the decision to accept whatever this is. I will not be judgmental. Do whatever you want or need after the sale. b.)To offer full details of the events that have transpired. After I have carried out those responsibilities, and upon payment, I will have the cabinet and its contents delivered by U.S.MAIL, FED-EX, or UPS to the winning bidder. At that point, I will have no further involvement with the matter in any way, shape, or form. Period.

6.) To all of you who have offered to pray, I may not be religious, but I am certainly open to the possibilities --no matter what your religion might be. THANK YOU!

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On Jun-14-03 at 05:216 PDT, seller added the following information:

Here is another update for everyone following this listing.
NO! No, I will not circumvent, or make any deals outside of EBAY - EVEN FOR MORE MONEY THAN THE FINAL AUCTION PRICE!!! If you want to win the auction and have the kind of money some of you are offering, there shouldn't be any reason why you cannot simply place your bid in an open honest fashion. I'm sure you can understand why I might be suspicious.

ALSO....

For those of you wanting to know if I am still experiencing anything out of the ordinary, I thought everything was going OK until I got home on Friday - the 13th of June - and found that the fish in my fresh water aquarium - all 10 - were dead.

I'm still hoping that all of this is coincidental crap.
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It's real, filmed it myself.

when I was a little kid, we used to visit my dad's extended relatives for thanksgiving (not every year, it was a long drive). at the get-together there were three great-great-aunts who were in their nineties. for some reason i thought they were witches.

in high school, after they had passed away, i found out one of them had left the old country because she lived in a small village and had been accused of being a witch

If anyone feels like reading this shit, here's an OC story about my Mom growing up in suburban Michigan.

>Mom and Uncle grew up in the hood in Detroit during the 60s
>essentially the blacks rioted so hard almost everything but their house was burned down around them, so they left
>relocated to some suburb about an hour out of the city proper
>get a house for mad cheap
>close to their parents work
>generally good neighbors
>all is well
>FFW a few weeks
>my uncle who is all of 3-4 at the time keeps waking up at odd hours
>always comes to my grandmother complaining about "kid in the railroad PJs" keeping him up, wanting to play
>Grandmother dismisses it as an overactive imagination
>Keeps happening though
>FFW a few more weeks
>Uncle still complains, but its becoming routine
>One day my grandmother is up early making my grandfather lunch before he leaves for work
>Looking out back window as dawn breaks
>notices a swing on the swingset moving as if someone is on it
>The other one is still
>as the sun rose more, she realized no one was on it and it IMMEDIATELY stops dead
>Uncle like clockwork comes out of room and complains about kid again

They moved pretty soon after, but my mom says they asked some neighbors about the owners and if they had any similar complaints about the house only to find out the prior owner murdered his son in my uncles room. Fun fact, my uncle repressed that memory and when he heard my mom recount it over dinner, he immediately left and refused to talk to her for a good bit.

nice

This pic is related and was ACTUALLY taken by ME

Went to go on a ghost hunt at a local "haunted" location, it is a Victorian manor that was converted into an old folks home for a good amount of time. It is called "The Anchorage" in Marietta Ohio.

Before we went my dads girlfriend at the time was going to go (she was really sick at the time and ended up passing away about a week before we went.) She said she would just sit downstairs and wait more than likely.

When we arrived I turned on the EMF dectector at the table where we waited and the two running it were on one side and I sat in the other seat, leaving a seat to my left open. I noticed that the EMF decor was turning red hot around the open seat which it had never done before (was the 3rd time there). We concluded it was here waiting there like she said she would.

We continued on after that and we decided to go upstairs where I snagged a series of pictures where something was forming in the mirror. This was the last picture I got before it dissipated and was gone. If you look in the top right you can make out a face in the mirror.

The rest of that night was also really weird compared to most times as I was hit by a small rocks in the attic and they were landing in other rooms. We eventually up getting out of the attic in a hurry after hearing something. We also had a flashlight conversation that night as well.

Trips my dude. An fawk u mean by thirsty KEK.

Sadly this is not a movie.

huh? isn't that some famous ghost picture? the brown lady or something?

very nice

I don't have any more skinwalker creepypasta, but here's a skinwalker story (a true Sup Forumss work of fiction at that):

skinwalkers were medicine men who learned to take the shape and abilities of animals. they are considered dangerous by the Indians of the American southwest, and are to be avoided. skinwalkers do not leave their territory, perhaps the process of become a skinwalker keeps them from leaving the area

skinwalkers tell stories of their kind who 'went off the reservation,' as it were. some skinwalkers learn to take the shape and abilities of monsters. taking the shape of animals is forbidden by the Indians, and taking the shape of other monsters is forbidden by the skinwalkers.

some of these skinwalkers may have had good intentions, possibly looking for a way to undo the harm caused by uranium mining in the 1940s and 1950s. but these skinwalkers follow no rules and no laws, and are not confined to the southwest

trips don't lie.

>well, that's one way to get head! LOLOLOL

its "The Taking of Deborah Logan"

intriguing.... I also had a fleshlight conversation with the wife tonight. did not have a happy ending.

kek

shit 0_0

semen demon

another story from real world mythology, the monsters that seals hunted into extinction
(if you're looking for a research grant to do field research, there are usually research grants to travel to Alaska- not much competition, no one wants to spend time in the field in the cold)

seals (the cute water mammals you see at the zoo) have pack hunting for large prey. they haven't used it since they hunted a kind of monster to extinction about 1500 years ago. several seals will keep a large creature busy at the surface of the water, while other seals dive deep then ram it from below. these monsters had a thick hide but a relatively soft underbelly

seals are pretty badass. according to Shark Week, great white sharks only have a fifty percent success rate when they hunt seals