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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.)

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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!

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

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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. =) )

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Sickly

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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. ……

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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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Lamby lamb Creepyku

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Dear god what is that?

It’s a true banshee of hell!

Is that thing real?

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Dream Journal: Werewolves and School Lessons in a Cemetery

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Bare with me when I say that this dream is extremely difficult to describe. It’s even more difficult for me to describe how I feel in regards to this oddball dream. There’s nothing more to it than that.

So, the dream starts off with what seems to be entering different locations, almost like entering different dimensions per door I walk through. I go from a hallway which looked like it belonged to a school, very similar in nature to the college I am currently attending, but with a bit more of a white wash with green lockers on the walls. The next room I enter is a highway that goes through a small town which was surrounded with flat farmland. Eventually it led me to a bizarre cemetery.

This is no ordinary cemetery (of course it’s not an ordinary cemetery, when are my dreams anything ordinary?) it existed in a dimension of space and time where it was constantly shifting, changing, morphing, and rotating. I could recall working with the ghosts of children who passed over 200 years ago to help stop the growing of the mound. There were many other human and animal spirits who roamed around the cemetery as well. The mound that was in the middle of the cemetery that began to grow over time. Even the other parts of the cemetery morphed into anything from classrooms, open reception rooms, and the view of the top row of an indoor amphitheater which faced an old-fashioned stage. My goal was to work with the restless spirits to reconnect with their loved ones, move on into the light, and heal so they can rest peacefully. With every soul I helped, the more that the land of the cemetery would heal. Patches of dried earth, decrepid tombstones, and dead greenery were fully restored.

However, the mound turned into a massive wall of broken earth, trees, graves, and human spirits that made the wall glow between the cracks of the broken earth. Soon the land that surrounded the cemetery briefly turned into the streets which were not too far away from my home. The sky was overcast, the sidewalk was lined with perfectly shaped trees, and a variety of small and medium buildings surrounded the area. Everything seemed to be oddly clean. I quickly got into action, jumped upon the mound, and destroyed bit by bit with my bare hands. Some pieces were broken off by the light of my own heart. The restless spirits of the mound screamed at me as their own fort they built was destroyed. When I finished destroying the mound, I stared at them and told them they needed to move on. The spirits began to go to the left which led back into the old country highway.

Suddenly the cemetery morphed into the amphitheater that briefly disappeared during the whole ordeal of smashing the mound. I remember walking back and forth between a classroom filled with blue light from a projector, to a red carpeted hallway were some teens reached out to me for help, which in reality they really didn’t need my help. I reached the amphitheater where I could see an open door which led to a street on the left side of the stage. I got on the stage and was immediately pounced by a werewolf. It wasn’t any ordinary werewolf, it was one of my old teachers. I was frightened, thinking that this creature was going to tear me apart, but in reality the creature licked my face and was affectionate just like any beloved canine would. I felt a flash of warm, pink and red energy cover me as this happened. This happened several times when I was on the stage. The creature would pounce onto me and others would try to stop the werewolf. The werewolf tried to attack other people and I tried to stop him. But then I found myself turning into a werewolf. I felt free from the things that held me back. All of my problems seemed to have vanished. I howled and ran after the werewolf whom presumed to be one of my teachers.

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The Grove: The Doctor and The Attourney pt 2

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May 25th 2015- I don’t even know what’s going on….

Yes! That is now my header for today’s great clusterfuck of events! One thing lead to another which lead to another and now… and now Joshua is being held in protective custody. No one will tell me anything, not even Steve. I kept pushing the question on Steve and all he could tell me is I don’t know… One minute my brother was in his room, as fine as he can be in this shitty situation. Then the next he is being taken out on the gurney through a pair of double doors which automatically lock whenever someone has walked through them. There are cops and people in white coats everywhere… they took Steve into the double doors too. He struggled. I couldn’t help him. I got up and fell flat on my face. Flat on my face. My ears are ringing and everything is fuzzy.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening………

I need help. I think they gave me something…. The monster of blackness is near…. it took my parents and now it’s going to take me. I feel its hollowed eyes on me. I can see its wide toothy grin with serrated yellow and brown teeth. I can feel its breath on my face. I can feel it looming over my shoulders… this heaviness… I don’t know how much time I have left. I write this as a way to find calm but god dammit it’s not working. The cops and people in white coats are starting to close in around me with syringes and handcuffs… arms drawn. They should just kill me too…. I want to die. Free me from the monster of blackness… save me. save me. svea em. sven ma. me svea. save. me. 

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