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jbankai89 · 2 months

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When life gives you a bad review, make it into a TikTok 😂

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emoryvalentine14 · 6 months

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Goosebumps Night Of Scares || I Meet Gnome's, A Werewolf, And, A Clown

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micelangelooo · 1 year

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“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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jbodenauthor · 4 months

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helmort · 7 months

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🎃 𝗜𝗢𝗪𝗔 𝟭𝟵𝟯𝟬 🎃

In the vast, desolate Iowa countryside of 1930, Charles Reynolds toiled as a humble farmer, his weathered hands nurtured the stubborn earth to yield a meager livelihood. Life was hard, but it was honest, and Charles was content. That was until the day the thirst of his barren land drove him to dig a well.

The endeavor commenced innocently, as most tales of malevolence often do. With a determined clench on his shovel, Charles thrust it into the ground, beginning the excavation that would plunge him headlong into the abyss of his own undoing. The first day yielded an assortment of old coins, their tarnished glimmer reflecting in his greedy eyes, igniting a covetous fire that would soon consume him. Beside the gaping hole, his wife, Agnes, implored him to return home, her voice tinged with a sense of foreboding, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Greed, that malevolent whisperer, had begun to weave its seductive spell over Charles, drowning out the loving concern of his wife.

The second day of his descent into darkness brought forth glistening treasures of gold. His greed grew insatiable as he continued to delve deeper into the earth, convinced that his relentless pursuit of riches was worth any sacrifice.

On the third day, the bowels of the earth divulged a mysterious find—a corroded plaque with old British words inscribed upon it warned to stay away from the place, a caution that should have been heeded. Yet Charles, his mind shackled by greed, scoffed at the notion of halting his excavation. It was an act of defiance that would soon unravel his world. As night draped the land in a shroud of inky darkness, Charles's shovel struck an object of unfathomable dread. A golden ring, tainted by the hands of time, lay perched on a skeletal finger, the fragile remains of an old woman. He hesitated, then removed the ring and plundered the deceased woman's body for other golden treasures, forsaking his humanity for his insatiable lust for wealth.

His hand brushed against something out of place, a small piece of aged wood, fragile and brittle. Faded letters carved upon it formed a haunting message: "Beware of the Witch."

In the dim light of a flickering lantern, Charles's eyes widened with realization. Panic surged through him as the very walls of the earth trembled, closing in on him with unrelenting force. The ground shook and before Charles could react, the walls crumbled, sealing his fate in a suffocating tomb of soil and stone.

The weight of the earth bore down upon him, crushing him into the annals of history. The townsfolk, alerted by the terrible sounds that had resonated through the night, could do nothing to save him. The cursed well, now a gaping maw of darkness, held the secrets of Charles Reynolds and his insatiable greed for ever.

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asinjuasflora · 8 months

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theunapologeticallygaypirate · 11 months

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1000 Kindle Unlimited pages read in the last 2 weeks! Have you read it yet?

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babystories · 6 months

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underground-scream · 6 months

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HALLOWEEN STORY - THE CANDYMAN WHO RUINED THE HOLIDAY 🎬№4

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michaelkelso2 · 7 months

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imrscarytales · 8 months

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3 True Nun Horror Stories Animated | IMR Scary Tales

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allthingshorror111 · 2 years

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The Bunny Man

This tale of a costumed killer has been around for fifty years; shared at Halloween parties, sleepovers and around campfires.

It all began in Northern Virginia, on October 19th, 1970. Robert Bennette, a cadet at the U.S. Air Force Academy, was driving back from a football match with his fiancé when they decided to pop in to see Bennette's uncle. They parked the car on the road, opposite the uncle's home. While the couple began gathering their belongings to go inside, they saw a figure in the rear window. All of sudden there was a loud crash, and the front passenger window had been smashed. After the initial shock, a man in what looked like a bunny costume began shouting at Bennette. The man beneath the eerie outfit said, "You're on private property, and I have your tag number". From sheer shock, Bennette decided to drive as far away from the bunny as possible, leaving the costumed man behind in the darkness. Once the couple arrived home, they found a hatchet laying on the floor of the car. They reported the incident to the local police. Bennett told them the man was wearing a white, stained bunny costume. His fiancé believed he was wearing a pointed white hood. Was he a kkk member or a dirty bunny rabbit?

Ten days later, on October 29th, a construction security man named Paul Phillips, was patrolling a site of half-built houses. He came across one house, that had a person in their late twenties wearing a grey, black and white rabbit costume. It was a man, around 5'8 and 175 pounds, standing solely under a flickering porch light. He was just staring at the security man, standing very still. Phillips approached the figure but before saying anything the rabbit wannabe told him that he was trespassing and that if he didn't leave he would chop off his head. Phillips ran back to his station to grab his gun but when he arrived back at the porch, he saw the white costume disappear into the woods opposite. After this, the local police received over fifty reports of the Bunny Man.

The most believed origin story of the Bunny Man was from 1904. A bus transporting prisoners from an asylum in Clifton, a town nearby, crashed and the convicts escaped. The police found all but two of the prisoners- Marcus Walter and Douglas Grifon. As investigators looked for the other two men, they came across piles of rabbit carcasses near Colchester overpass, a railway bridge. They also found Wallster's body, clutching a handmade hatchet.

A year later the Bunny Man began appearing by the railway bridge. It was said that on Halloween of 1905, three teenagers went to Colchester overpass to drink in the tunnel. When it hit midnight there was a bright flash and the three teenagers were found hanging from the overpass; their throats slit and disembowelled. Next Halloween the same thing happened but to six teenagers. The people of Virginia began avoiding the tunnel on Halloween.

A band from Northern Virginia, Mantua Finials, released a few songs that surround this legend; 'Bunny Suite' and 'All Hallow's Eve'. One of the members, Jim Waters, grew up in this area. He told Washington Post that "some of the old homesteads in the land were adjacent to Kings Park West...the likelihood was that one of the kids who lived there may have been the Bunny Man...who would want a load of new people turning up to live on your old street". On the other hand, Officer W.L. Johnson, from Fairfax County police, said that the case will be left inactive. There was no significant information that would lead to the uncovering of the Bunny Man.

In 2011, the local police spent Halloween night turning away more than two hundred thrill-seekers, some of who came from as far as Pennsylvania. The locals also began putting up no trespassing signs, just to keep people or the Bunny Man away.

However, there has been no such evidence of these murders nor could I find any news reports of them or the prisoner bus crash. There was also no asylum in the area and the Bunny Man was not mentioned in the newspaper till 1970.

Let me know in the comments your thoughts on this tale. Was the Bunny Man a vicious killer? Or was he just a local kid, warning off newcomers?

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https://allthatsinteresting.com/bunny-man

https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/558314/urban-legends-that-turned-out-to-be-true

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oraculoediciones · 1 year

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jbodenauthor · 6 months

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helmort · 4 months

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⭐ 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 (Friday Tale)

Once upon a moonlit evening, in a forgotten nook of a European hamlet, there wandered a forlorn and nameless child. The shadows, as nebulous caretakers in lieu of parents, had nurtured this solitary soul, drifting through a realm of abandonment and yearning for a love never known. Destiny took a peculiar turn when the child chanced upon a map of treasures, graced with the emblem of a solemn iron cross. The pursuit of this cryptic path led the youngster to a desolate dwelling, where echoes of days long past whispered through the timeworn walls.

Within the aged abode, the child encountered a shadow, cast upon the wall like an arcane puppet. It took the form of a sagacious black wolf, its eyes ablaze in a crimson glow, a creature of mystique and wisdom.

This ethereal being spun tales of fortitude and kinship, urging the child to embrace the latent wolf within and metamorphose into a valiant hero. Convinced that the key to liberation from loneliness lay in proving his prowess, the child, accompanied by other nameless, wayward comrades, heeded the wolf's counsel. Together, they set forth on a quest, targeting those who held stars in higher regard than crosses, committing a grisly act culminating in the dismemberment of their final victim and the consumption of his lifeblood. This sinister rite triggered a ghastly transformation, turning the child and companions into wolves—no longer humans but creatures of fur, fang, and primal instincts. Forever bound to servitude under the shadowy wolf's commands, they became creatures ensnared in a predatory existence.

Their days unfolded in a lamentable cycle of solitude, shunned by all who refused to utter a word to them. The once-human pack continued their predatory pursuits, hunting down those who cherished stars. Yet, an ominous shift in the tides of justice transpired one fateful day. A cadre of hunters, sanctioned by the law, intervened. They pursued, captured, and imprisoned the child-wolves behind a sealed door within a desolate abyss. Confined within the unforgiving cage, they faced an eternity of solitary penance, their unheard howls reverberating in the caverns of isolation.

Humanity, forever haunted, would remember them as a tragic aberration, a mournful tale etched in the annals of their collective memory.

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dianarwallach · 1 year

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I bought this used copy of Stephen King‘s Misery years ago, and I haven’t gotten around to reading it until now. Sacrilege, I know. I had never read the book, only seen the movie. Spoiler alert: the book is obviously better. 🖤 I get to pages 162 and 163, a dark night of the soul scene, and I find this leaf pressed between the pages. It’s autumn and my yard is full of similar leaves. Not sure how this fragile memento made it past the bookstore, or how long it’s been there, but I love finding treasures like this. It made my day. ❤️ #stephenking #misery #autumnvibes #autumnleaves #pressedleaves #bookaholic #horrornovel #horrorbooks #horrorstories #horrorbookstagram #booklovers #authorsofinstragram #usedbooks #bibliophile #bookstagrammer #booknerd #authorlife #bookaddict #booknerdigan #readersofinstagram #amreading #read #reading #read https://www.instagram.com/p/CkycphQLvx-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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