Positivity and Funnies: Zombies!!!!

With how everything has been over the past few months, why not share a few laughs with a few zombie memes? It’s silly, horror themed for the horror fam, and some of them are just so darn cute! Let’s take a moment from the stressful news and brighten up your day with something silly (possibly bringing things that were once dead in the meme world… double the undead process!!)

Good god the myth of hungry zombie kitties are true! Feed them on time or else! 😱
Do you ever get that spine tingling (or in this case ‘munching’ feeling) that something is watching you?
Look on the bright side, at least we will all be eaten equally in the zombie apocalypse. There will be no need for protests on food chain discrimination here!
I thought that death was supposed to look scary…
Here’s an interesting game: you can only pick three things in your home that you can use during the zombie apocalypse. Will you start off as the people on top, or as the people on the bottom? The choice is yours!
The undead MUST have a sense of fashion! Do you still take selfies?

Oh no honey this has nothing to do with bath salts… the first step to recovery is acceptance and you must accept that you are a zombie. 😂

Who keeps calm anymore????? I don’t!!!

I hope you enjoyed this short bit of funnies! Stay safe and have a wonderful evening.

Burn Them Before They Rise

I can’t emphasize the seriousness of this post. No one believes a word that I have to say, but dammit I hope that whoever is reading this right now will. I don’t have much time left to explain.

Has anyone been watching or reading the news??? Well I have news for you: it’s nothing like how everyone has been saying it is. It’s worse. Far, far worse, but in a different way. You see, this is no ‘normal’ by the book pandemic. What pandemic is normal? It’s not, but what I mean is, it’s not a typical disease where people get sick and die…

This is the part where people start to think I’m crazy or that I have serious mental health issues… I don’t. They don’t stay dead! They won’t fucking stay dead.

I used to be a nurse technician in a hospital which was in a very small town, about a couple hours or so away from Los Angeles, California. I can’t disclose any information for the sake of confidentiality and time. When Flu season started, it really wasn’t all that serious at first. But then the cases started to increase, by handfuls, then it turned into dozens. Our hospital only can handle so much so local counties had to volunteer to help. The thing is, when we ran our normal tests like for blood, urine, swab, etc, it didn’t come up as the flu. Not even the strep, common cold, meningitis, sinus infection, or any typical infections during this time of year. It wasn’t the flu anymore… it was something else. People were dying left and right. Yes, some did recover, but not enough of them to say that any true progress was made. It’s more of a 90% fatality rate. If caught early, 75%. Although, that’s rare, more along the lines of 10-15% rare. Most medications, pain relievers, anti inflammatory medications, fever reducers, antibiotics, antivirals, you name it, they really don’t work. Nothing… works…

When they die, each and every one of them emit this really putrid smell of death, rotten flesh, and decay. You can smell it within an hour of them dying. It makes no sense… necrosis kicks in so quickly, too quickly. If they aren’t bagged up and buried ASAP, they will attack with homicidal aggression. They have inhuman strength! It’s not just that… they leak and blood and liquid blackness from the pores of their skins. They grow and twist and contort and it’s just my god…

The first person that they attacked was my mom who was a doctor working with me at the time. Limbs were torn, hair was pulled, eyes gone, head smashed, everything that was my mom was turned into a pile of muscle and bone. I tried to fight the thing by throwing a vase at its head, but it didn’t work. I quit over the phone the next day. I have overheard from other coworkers that they were able to take down that one patient, but that wasn’t the first incident in that hospital. That body was dead for an hour and a half tops. I watched the news for a few days and they showed a map of the globe of the affected areas. I was in absolute disbelief.

My Dad passed away many years ago and the only one I have is my fiancé is on a business trip in another state. The town is completely shut down because of what has happened to the hospital, but I have decided that there is nothing left here for me and it is not safe. Shit! The banging on my doors and windows has been absolutely nonstop!

The hospitals are almost completely overrun and those things are everywhere. There’s no time to hold a funeral or wake for someone unless if they have died from something other than this damned disease, which is rare these days. Burn them before they rise, or else you will be their next meal. Oh my god! Theykbryjkga;?7

(All content in this story is fictional. Artwork rights of image belong to original owner.)

Please, Don’t Try This Profession

Please don’t try this…. ever.

You won’t come back in one piece, or ever.

How I know is because I am a witness.

I have witnessed ‘The Quiet Ritual’ by the CLA (Celebration of Life) done multiple times.

It is for people who are either terminally ill or for those no longer wish to be on this earth.

We celebrate life one more time and at the end of the celebration, the person who is ready to go, goes in their own way.

However, the one who holds the ceremony has to either be a higher authoritative figure in law or religion.

I’m a priest in a Catholic Church.

I’m a relatively young man with no life and all I have wanted to do is make people happy.

I have given so many elders a celebration on their last day of life on earth which has made them and their families happy.

I know this may sound great and all, but here’s the catch to this private service: I also did mention it is for those who no longer wish to be on this earth.

This could be for people who aren’t elderly or sick per say, but for people who are tapping out.

This is the only organization in the world that will allow something like this.

I was very reluctant to do this, but I signed a contract for 5 years and I couldn’t back out of it.

I was offered great pay and I couldn’t go anywhere else work wise.

After the first person I helped tapped out, that’s when I heard the voices.

They told me that every time I had to do a ritual, I had to take a small piece of myself off of my body.

I was overwhelmed with dreams, visions, shadows, and the b-b-bugs… the fucking bugs.

They crawled over me during my sleep.

Thousands of flies and maggots.

Each day, each ritual, each death, each patch of skin…

Patch of skin… patch of skin… patch of skin…

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Positivity and Funnies: Howl-O-ween funnehs

It might be only September, but does that really matter? Hell no! Halloween, aka spooky season is here! Decor, movies, candy galore? It’s never too early to get excited for Halloween, it’s also never too early nor too late for the funnies! Here we go!

“I don’t like horror movies.”

…. awkward *eye twitches*

I freaking hate it when this happens! That’s why you should never wash your mask Jason!

It’s never too early for Halloween dammit!!!

This sounds like a fun project for the whole family! (Your neighbors will love you and appreciate you for this)! 😁

This is what horror villains do for fun! 😂

Oh my gosh they are just so VERY “friendly”! Uh… Hm…

Here’s the truth about vampires and why they’re not fun to be with: they all suck!

Hey, it’s what I do! It really does work! 👍

If it makes you happy and it doesn’t hurt anyone, then why not? (Unless if you enjoy killing people like Jason Vorhees or Michael Myers… *gulp*).

The definition of Creepypasta can have emphasis and class, right?

Have a nice night everyone!

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Those Ancient Hills (Pet Sematary Fanfic)- Something Weird is Going on here

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So, I woke up this morning at around 11:00 am-ish and found a note sitting on our dining room table. It said, “Jeff and I are going to be out for the day. We won’t be back until later on tonight. Have a nice day Alex! -Love, Dani.”

I thought that was kinda odd that they wrote a note instead of texting me. Then again, they probably did that so they wouldn’t wake me up by texting me so early in the morning. I haven’t been sleeping all that well lately… understandably. A week has passed since Jeff’s suicide attempt and he just finally got back home yesterday evening.

I put down the note and walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. As I was getting my Keurig ready, I heard scuttling right behind me. I wasn’t exactly sure where it came from, but I just shrugged and ignored it. I grab my hot cup of joe and sat at the dining room table, scrolling through my phone. I thankfully didn’t have to work until later on tonight, so it was nice to just have a chill day. For a split second, I heard something ‘clink’ against the ceramic pot of an aloe plant that sit right by the sliding glass door which was adjacent to the table. I got up to see what it was and again I saw nothing. Alex, come on. You’re losing it! Stress? Lack of sleep? Logically it can do a number on ya. I thought to myself. I decided that maybe going back to bed for a bit and then freshening up with a hot shower would be good. I put my coffee away in the fridge for later, closed the fridge door, and was met with fire engine red glowing lights floating in front of my eyes. I jumped backwards and covered my eyes. My heart was racing, my legs were shaking, and I was ready to run. I took a moment to rub my eyes and then opened them. The evil red eyes were gone. Yeah… it’s time for bed. 

“Allllllleeeeeeexxxxxxx”, I jumped out of my skin from fear when I heard a voice calling out my name. My god it sounded like long old lady’s nails on a dusty chalkboard. I turned around and saw massive, muddy dog paw prints that led straight to my room. A horrible pungent smell possessed my nostrils and it took everything within me not to throw up. It was putrid… sour… wet… rotten… it smelled like pure death. It was a smell I smelled once before… I held my shirt up to my nose and followed the tracks that led to my room. What I saw will never be erased from my memory. Jeff and Danielle were both on my bed. They were stripped down to their underwear, kissing, and making all sorts of demonic noises. They were completely drenched in thick, tar-like mud and syrupy crimson red blood. Pieces of flesh, hair, and small twigs and leaves hung off from their hair. The whole bed was covered in that putrid tar-like mud, blood, and leaves. And that’s not even the scariest part. The scariest part is the thing that was sitting on top of my pillows. It was a dog like creature with glowing red eyes, IDENTICAL to the red eyes I saw in the kitchen.

“Alex… welcome to our brand new family.” Danielle said in the most malevolent voice I have ever heard in my life.

When she smiled, her teeth were black, grey, and yellow from rot. She began to laugh maniacally and I started to feel extremely lightheaded.

“Sick ’em Jack.” Jeff growled.

The dog like figure stood up and behold… it WAS Jack, but not the Jack that we all once knew. His once silky smooth fur was now covered in the tar-like mud and old crusted over blood. The injuries on his neck, back, and spine were still visible. When he stood, his spine wasn’t aligned at all and his neck was still cut open, slowing dripping blood onto the carpet. He opened his mouth and began to viciously snarl at me. His teeth were covered in blood and old drool. This can’t be happening! Dear Christ almighty this can’t be happening!

“But it is.” Danielle stopped laughing and stared straight into my eyes. It was the stare from someone who wanted you dead.

The demonic dog jumped at my neck and knocked me to the ground. I jumped upwards to find myself in my own bed… safe and sound. I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I had to sit there for a couple minutes until the nausea went away. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I look like absolute shit. My eyes were bloodshot, my skin was as pale as paper, and I was fucking shivering. I took my temperature and it was 101.5. I must’ve caught the flu or something. That does kinda explain the reason why I had that damn dream.

I walk into the kitchen, wearing sweats and went into the kitchen for some hot tea. Danielle and Jeff were both sitting at the table, having breakfast and scrolling through their phones. They were… normal. Jeff’s arms were still bandaged up from when he tried to commit suicide about a week ago. They both looked like as if nothing ever happened.

“Hey Alex, are you okay?” Dani asked

“You look like shit man. No offense.” Jeff looked up from his phone and looked at me.

“Nah man, it’s okay. I just woke up from a really bad dream, and I think I have the flu too.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Alex. Jeff and I were going to go hang out today. We were going to invite you to join us, but I take it that you’re staying home today…”

“Big time.” I said. I plopped down into a chair that was in the middle of Jeff and Danielle. I felt something soft snuggling up against my legs and it made me jump for a second; then I realized that it was only Mr. Jenkins, our lovely orangesicle furball.

“Hey, do you want us to take you to Urgent Care or something?”

“Nah, it’s okay.” I sipped on my hot tea. “I’m just going to call in tonight and if I’m not any better by tomorrow, then I’m going to go to the doctor.”

“Fair enough.” Jeff said as he continued to scroll through his phone, sipping away at some hot cocoa.

“I don’t mean to be rude guys, but I think I’m going to just go back to bed. I hope you guys have fun today.” I got up slowly and started to shuffle towards my bedroom. As I began to cross our living room, I saw a track of ash-like foot prints leading into Jeff’s bedroom. The footprints were in the shape of a dog’s pawprints. I was fully awake and lucid this time. What the hell is going on? I think I am losing it. I gotta go see my psych again.

| Intro | Part 2- The Doctor’s Visit | Part 3- The Human Spirit Guide | Part 4- Intriguing Shrink’s Visit | Part 5- Calm Before the Storm Met with Tragedy | Part 6- Something Bad Happened… Then Something Good Happened…| Next Part->|

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(This fanfiction series is based off of Stephen King’s original story Pet Sematary as well as the original film(s) Pet Sematary and Pet Sematary 2.)

Creature Feature- KingSpook

KingspookKingspook-  When you press the play button on one of Kingspook’s videos, you’ll find that there’s absolutely nothing more ominous, yet soothing than his deep voice. It grips you tightly into the plot like a fish on a hook until the very end.

Kingspook, a highly unique Canadian horror narrator and voice actor has been creating creepy content for 4+ years with over 200,000+ subscribers (and counting) and 21.5+ million channel views.

 

Please check out Kingspook’s amazing content! It’s absolutely worth it!

Kingspook’s Youtube  |   Twitter    |     Facebook    |  Google+  |

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(Keep doing what you’re doing man, it’s awesome. =) )

Creature Feature- Sociopathic Pasta (Re-upload and Update)

Sociopathic Pasta– Since 2010, a classic slasher inspired Sociopathic Pasta (Sabian Lockheart), has been creatively narrating creepypastas and cryptic horror stories. He also presents well written and ‘spoopy’ weekly “Tales of the Crypt” style Creepypasta videos. He has over 18,000 subscribers, 2.2+ million channel views, and a reputation to bring on chills and thrills with a classic campfire story setting. If truly authentic horror is what you seek, you surely will find it with Sociopathic Pasta. 

Please check out his amazing content and send some love his way! Rest assured, you will not be disappointed.

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ALSO——> Check out this sick book!

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(8 years strong! Much love to you and your family Sabian. =) )

Sickly

6d0sJcFSick as sick can be.

Sick as sin can be.

Sick as the mortician.

Sick as the reaper.

Sick as the bleeding gums.

Sick as the eyeless.

Sick as the paper thin skin.

Sick sickly as the doctors.

Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.

Sick sickly as impending doom.


Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat. 

Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.

Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.

Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.

Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.

Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse. 

Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.

I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain. 

I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.

Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine. 

I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew. 

I have a mask that was made for me.

It was made from me.

The end is near.

Run.

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The Grove pt. ……

darkness

June 16th 2016- ….

I hear and see the same things every day. Dark gray sky. Gray lake next to a large gray window. Everything is black, white, and gray. I have become permanently colorblind. 

I’m all alone here. I hate this place. I want to go home.

I miss my husband. I miss my family. They tell me that I don’t have a family. The white coats tell me that my family died a long time ago. The white coats tell me that I never had a husband. They tell me that I never went to college, never graduated from high school, never left home. 

They do terrible things to me. They told me that I killed my family. They tell me that I’m evil. They tell me I have killed more than 10 people. They keep me seated at all times, sometimes strapped down. They give me tasteless food…. I fall asleep every time I eat. I’m given three shots a day, loads of pills everyday… I’ve lost track of how many. Sometimes they hit me or force me to sit down in a corner on the floor if I don’t do exactly what they say. Sometimes they strap me down for hours and have me watch weird videos or listen to weird things… screaming and the sound of nails on metal…

scrape. scrape. scrape. shriek…. more scraping… shreik… T-they aren’t human.

They scare me. Their eyes glow unnaturally. They are pale and have long, black stringy hair. They all look the same to me. They aren’t human. They aren’t huummmmm-…..

I’m going to die here alone. I can’t tt-akke it. I…. ne.. ed to fin… a. way… out- (the rest is intelligible scribbles)

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Favorite Skin

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I always knew that you would be my special someone.

I knew it since the day you were born my precious…

I crave your touch… I crave your eyes… I crave your face… I crave your skin….

All I need is you. I just can’t get enough of you, even if you wish to get away from me… 

I won’t ever let you go…. you can’t just leave me. 

Oh no, I can’t let you just leave

I can give you anything and everything you want.

Endless riches, fame and fortune, pearls? jewels? gold? silver?

How about being able to live forever? Never age, never die? Eternal beauty?

What about the hottest, smartest, most attractive being you could ever wish for?

They don’t call me the walker of skins for nothing baby.

And guess what… you are my favorite skin.

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