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lovemesomeeddiemunson · 8 months

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Haunted Kiss

Summary: Eddie visits you while you volunteer to scare patrons. You two share your first kiss.

F! Reader Insert, 542 Words

Warning: Vecna mention, implied possession/violence/haunted elements, mention of fake blood. Smooches.

Authors Note: Try to tell me it’s not spooky season! Lol. Just a baby blurb, hope you enjoy. Also I am always looking for inspo, so I will absolutely take requests for one-shots, blurbs, and head canons. If you don’t have an idea and just wanna chat, that’s cool too! I promise I won't bite.

The first time Eddie kissed you was moments after you had been bent over backwards, chanting in Latin and vomiting blood.

All that aside, it was the bravest thing he’d ever done.

More so than giving senior year his third attempt. More so than facing Vecna. More so than patronizing the haunted house that you were volunteering in…

It left his heart jackhammering against his ribs, palms sweaty.

It was his boldness that was so unlike him - his brazen plunge into a potential rejection. A risk that he never would have taken in a million years were it not for his uncle Wayne’s encouragement ringing in his ears, and a smoke (quickly followed by a mint) to calm his jangled nerves.

It was too late to be shy, he told himself as he’d arrived towards the end of the night, just as instructed.

By this time only a few stragglers lingered after the show, catching their breaths, sipping water, pale faced and sweaty when they exited.

On seeing them, Eddie wondered idly what had done it - the screeching headless woman (how?), or the clown with the chainsaw, or you.

You weren’t ethereally beautiful for once. Hair matted and knotted, white nightgown hiding your tempting figure, feet bare and brownish yellow from dirt…But it hardly mattered how horrifying you looked when you’d chased Eddie on all fours through to the next room he was meant to be in.

He’d giggled - so elated to see what an absolutely strange and unusual woman you were. A freak.

Safe to say he was falling, hard.

“Eddie!” Your eyes were bright about a half an hour later when you met him as the volunteers closed down. Once within range you launched yourself into his arms, throwing him off balance slightly with your enthusiasm.

Lost in your eyes, Eddie murmurs what a wonderful job you’d done. Truly horrifying.

“Don’t patronize me. I heard you laughing.” You accused him, mushing his cheek playfully.

He widened his eyes in faux innocence. “Laughter as a fear response is totally befitting the terrors, sweetheart.”

You looked at him like he was full of it, lips pursed slightly together, but let it slide when the smile found its way back to your face. “I’m so happy you came to see me.”

And that’s when Eddie can’t fight it any longer.

Words are lost on him as he finally takes that plunge, taking your face in his hands gently, in stark contrast to the way he leans down and kisses you firmly on the lips.

You melt into him, seemingly sagging in relief that the man you were outright enamored with, had finally, finally, kissed you.

With passion, you return the tender kiss, until Eddie is pulling back, his smile reaching his eyes as he opens his mouth to tell you how long he’d wanted to do that.

But once you’ve gotten a glimpse of him post-kiss, you toss your head back in a full, sweet, laugh. “You look like I tried to eat your face off.”

His hand flew up to touch the still wet fake blood that now coated his lips, dribbling down his chin. He couldn’t shake his smile.

“Worth it.” Eddie determined.

The two of you kissed again.

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6soul6sucker6 · 8 months

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#grunge #grungegirl #gothic #quote #insane girl #absolute insanity #haunted house #hauntedhouse #aestethic #psycho bitch #psychopath #whor3 #whorecore #whoreposting #liminal spaces #for girls #witch #vampire #darkness

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mangor · 2 months

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#hauntedhouse #usher #fallofthehouseofusher #poe #horror #haunted #hauntedmansion #illustration #digitalpainting #horrorart #gothic #aiia #macabre

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bodymodificationnation · 11 months

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abandonedinthesouth · 2 years

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#abandoned n haunted spaces #haunted #hauntedhouse #abandoned

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oogleydoodley · 7 months

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the-unexplained-orb · 1 year

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Case 1 : The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum

Ever thought about spending the night in a haunted Lunatic Asylum?

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum previously known as the Weston State Hospital was operated from the year 1864 to 1994. The changes in the treatment of mental illness and the physical deterioration of the facility forced its closure in 1994 inflicting a devastating effect on the local economy.

Standing on 26.5 acres of land with 13 buildings it is believed to be one of the most haunted asylum in the US. According to the asylum's website it was designed to house 250 souls, was open to patients in 1864 and reached its peak in the 1950’s with 2,400 patients in overcrowded and generally poor conditions.

The asylum is said to be haunted by the spirits of former patients, nurses, and doctors. Reports of screams, shadow figures, and disembodied voices have been reported in various parts of the building. One of the most commonly reported hauntings is that of an unknown woman who can be heard speaking in a strange language in the basement. The woman is identified as Jane . Other paranormal phenomenon reported include cold spots, the smell of cigar smoke, and the sound of children laughing.

“The energy of Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum because there are so much between the lobotomies and the overall treatments that they did there is a weird energy there . Its almost like u can say its the lead paint but I don't think its all it is . Its like u can feel the goosebumps . I had the goosebumps last night which I haven't got in a while ” — Kalani Smith , a paranormal investigator , who shared the live video of his ghost hunt to nearly 2 million followers on tiktok

One of the most active site of the asylum is the bedpost murder room . It was said that the victim was a mute man who was brutally murdered by two men . The victim was identified by the name Dean . Investigators reportedly captured audio of disembodied voices and the sound of footsteps while they were conducting a full-scale investigation at the asylum . They also reported seeing shadow figures, feeling cold spots, and experiencing the sensation of being watched.

“ The Trans- Allegheny is a hauntingly beautiful place that is filled with a sense of tragedy and loss. It has seen a lot . ”

After conducting investigations by numerous paranormal researchers over the years evidence suggests that the spirits of former patients, nurses, and doctors are still lingering in the building, and that they are still trying to make their presence known.

The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum is a place of mystery and intrigue, and has become a popular destination for paranormal investigators and ghost hunters.

The asylum now conducts Ghost Hunts last from 9:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m. excluding the month of October . Guides will assist you in your exploration of this massive gothic asylum.

#haunted house #paranormal #paranormal investigation #ghost #horror #ghost stories #horror stories #scary stories #spirits #spooky #haunted houses #ghosthuntinguk #hauntedhouse

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thatoneitaliangirl · 10 months

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The Hat Man

(Just as an FYI, I change from past tense to present tense a couple of times. This isn’t a serious written work or anything, just a recollection of a dream so I don’t really care if it’s written that well, but I figured I’d give you a warning anyway cause I know stuff like that bothers me when reading lol.)

Long time no see! Sorry to my all of 2 followers that actually interact lol. But for serious, I am sorry for being gone for so long and not finishing things and leaving requests hanging. Its a bad habit of mine- I also got a boyfriend. We’ve been together for over a year now, and when we got together I kinda gave up fanfiction all together. I didn’t want to per say, it’s almost like I didn’t need it anymore. My Love took away my loneliness!~ But I still miss fanfiction lol. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore.

I’ve recently started on Anti-depressants and ADHD medication and I’m starting to get back into the things that I used to love. I’ve been wanting to write again for some time, but just wasn’t sure what to and if I’m even capable of coming up with a unique thought right now lol. So, instead of coming up with something unique, I figured I’d tell you guys about the weird ass dream I had a while back. I’ve been thinking about it constantly and just had to tell the internet because spooks.

I’m not exactly sure when I had the dream. It was a hot minute ago, like maybe 2 months or so? Before I go full into it, I would just like to state that, at the time, I had never heard of the Hat Man before. Which, now that I know, I’m surprised I hadn’t cause its right up my ally lol. But I hadn’t which makes this so much worse.

My dream starts with me as a kid, maybe around 5 or 6. I’m wearing a long sleeve dress and I’m playing with other kids outside in the woods. It was Fall, the leaves where brown and falling off the trees and there was a nice breeze. I grew up in Florida in an area where there were no large forest like areas. The only thing I could think of this coming from would be an area by the neighborhood gazebo that had a bunch of trees we used to climb, but no matter where you were in it, you could see houses, it wasn’t very large. Anyway, I was playing with other kids my age and somehow I got separated from them, but I wasn’t scared or lost, I was just alone. I come across this large tree that looks a bit different than the others in that it looks older and maybe darker. At the base of the tree is a small wooden box, about the size of a jewelry or music box. It was made of a light colored wood and had very minimal carvings on the side. I remember opening it and then time rushing forward in the dream of stuff happening around the house and me blaming the Hat Man and nobody believing me. They would think I was lying to get out of trouble but eventually it got so bad that they sent me to a mental hospital. The Hat Man in my dream looked very similar to the descriptions of him on the internet. He was very tall and was wearing like a ‘50′s style suite and hat with a long coat and he had a red tie and no face.

Time skips again but to the present. I’m my current age, 21, and I’m sitting in my room at the mental hospital talking to my therapist. She’s not anyone I recognize in real life, but she was really pretty I remember. She had long brown hair and was maybe in her early 30′s and spoke in a very kind and happy voice. She was discussing with me about how well I had been doing the past year and that the papers for my release had been signed, I just had to wait till morning. She was saying how she was so proud of me and how she was gonna miss me but she knew it was for the better.

I’m not sure how any of you feel about the paranormal or spiritual stuff, but my family and I believe in it. I have this one family member who is very in tune with that kind of stuff and for some reason, she was in my dream. This is probably one of the reasons this dream freaked me out so much, because I literally never dream about her. I honestly can’t even remember ever dreaming about her, and so I felt like there was a reason she was there. What’s weird though is that I never actually saw her in any form, I just knew that it was her. In the dream, she was in the same hospital as me, just down the hall in another room.

Later that night, I head to her room to tell her the good news, but I find her dead and run back to my room. I know that it was the Hat Man, and I begin freaking out that he was coming for me next. It was like he didn’t know where I was, but now that he did, he wanted to give me a warning.

In the morning, the therapist comes in to get me but sees me sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth. I didn’t sleep the whole night and I just kept mumbling to myself that the Hat Man was coming for me. She was confused because I had been perfectly fine the night before and hadn’t had an episode like this in a year. Suddenly, there was commotion out in the hall, and she runs to the door and sees a bunch of nurses and doctors running into my family members room. She grabs the first nurse she sees and asks them what’s going on, and she just shakes her head. The doctors begin to pull my family member out of her room on a stretcher, but we can’t see her cause she wrapped in a pink blanket and only her arm is sticking out. An older nurse sees me standing nervously and shaking behind my therapist in my bedroom entryway and glares at me. She suspects me because I knew who was killed and later on they see me on the security cameras walk down the hall to her room, enter, and immediately run back to my room. Because of this, I’m put under lockdown. I’m not allowed to leave the room and they have someone watching me constantly. The therapist is in complete disbelief and is conflicted. On one hand, she’s known me for years and knows I would never do that, but on the other hand, she saw I was having an episode and there was a lot of evidence suggesting I was the murderer.

For some reason, I’m not sure why, she decides to look into the Hat Man. Why she didn’t do this any other time while she was treating me is beyond me, but dream logic.

She goes to this really large and old library and spends hours looking through books and records and news articles that talk about the Hat Man. Late at night, she’s sitting in the library alone. Just a single lamp on the table and the moon shining through large windows behind her are the only light sources. She sees something in an article or a book that shocks her enough to believe that this entity could actually exist and she calls me to ask me what I know. I tell her that he can only come for you at night and if your alone in complete darkness. Just as I’m telling her this, you see him walk past the window behind her and she runs out of the library. She spends the rest of the night in bars, diners, and other 24 hour spaces until dawn breaks and she rushes back to the hospital to see me.

Somehow we figure out that my family member may have known something and was trying to protect me from the Hat Man, so she “breaks” me out of my room and we head down the hall to the murder scene to look for clues. We find a teddy bear that had a button to record but it’s missing the batteries. We quickly find some, put them in, and a message from my family member starts to play. All it says is for me to tell my aunt about the Hat Man and then I woke up.

As you can see, this dream freaked me the fuck out. Not only because of how insanely detailed it was, but because of the family member dying, the message, and just the over all fact that I always felt creeped out at our old house and so this just confirmed in my head for that time that spooky stuff was happening. In reality it was all in my head OR SO I THOUGHT but back to that later. Now that I’m typing this out, I realize that I had this dream at our old house so definitely not 2 months ago lol. We moved like 4 or 5 months ago- my sense of time is so freaking bad-

Anyway, I told all my family about the dream and they all agreed it was really creepy but that was kind of the end of it until I told my boyfriends friend. We were having a little game night and I don’t remember how the topic came up, but I ended up telling her about my dream and she was like, “Ah yes, the Hat Man. He comes to get you for not taking your ADHD medication.” And I was like WHAT???? She was shook I didn’t know about the Hat Man, and I was shook BECAUSE HE WAS FUCKING REAL????? Or, not real, but that the concept was an actual thing and I didn’t just make it up in a weirdly vivid nightmare.

She explained a bit about him to me and I looked him up on the internet. What’s funny is that, while I have ADHD and have been diagnosed with it since the 2nd grade, I’ve never taken medication for it before until literally 2 days ago. So I just kinda thought that was funny. I’m sure somewhere in the past I stumbled upon a meme or a joke about the Hat Man and my subconscious just kinda filled him in there but I still have no recollection of ever hearing about him before. And while I’ve thought about this dream on and off for the past few months, I only really started thinking about it again because my family recently told me that there was something in our old house, more that what I had originally knew. Like I said, I always got a weird feeling in that house, kinda like I wasn’t alone even if I was the only one in the house. My cousin had told me there was a spirit of a little boy but that he was harmless. Still, I felt off about it but I just kinda chalked it up to me being creeped out over everything, even if he was harmless- not sure if I ever mentioned it on here before, but one day I was in my room, home alone, and I got out of bed cause I had to use the bathroom and I was watching a tik tok and as I looked up from my phone to grab my door handle, the knob was turning on its own and I decided that, maybe, I didn’t actually have to use the bathroom and went back to bed. My aunt told me it could have been one of the cats, but I didn't really believe that. And now, the other day, I’m told that there was something bad in the house that the family member that died in my dream found and it freaked her out. And guess what fellas???? The reason they never told me about it was because IT WAS IN MY FUCKING BEDROOM so moral of the story is, trust your gut, dreams can’t hurt you, and the Hat Man is real.

#thehatman #Hatman #baddream #nightmare #paranormal #ghost #spirit #entity #haunted #hauntedhouse

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