Skin and Night Crawlers

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Passing through spaces, looking through faces, digging into minds forcing them to lose all traces. 

We are real, your dreams are surreal. Sucking your energy dry never loses its appeal.

Once I get my fill I immediately look for more. I will drain you from your skin to your inner core. 

I feed off your fear, I feed off your sadness. You will spiral down into pure madness.

The truth is there is more than one of me. The best part is, you’ll eventually see the others, but first I will make you see me.

I’m in the shadows, the corners, behind doors, windows… I’m everywhere. I hope that tonight you are up for a good scare.

I take the form you fear the most. I will follow you everywhere, even from coast to coast.

Oh, and one more thing, I can see you, but can you see me?

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I Have an Obsession With The Paranormal (Especially Post-Mortem Pictures)

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First post: January 17th 2018

           Hey everyone, my name is Jacob Norison. I am 19 years of age (almost 20) and I;m from Iowa. I am obsessed with everything and anything paranormal. I love paranormal pictures, documentaries, books, YouTube videos, TV shows, movies, and everything relating to it. 

          So, basically I have had this crazy obsession since I was maybe about 5 or 6 years of age. I got it from my parents who also love the paranormal. My mom is a History teacher at one of the local high schools. My dad does a little bit of everything. He’s part of an group of people who study paranormal as a living. They travel around the globe to uncover ancient relics from the past. Their mission is to prove that the paranormal really exists. Like my mom, he’s also a History teacher, but he works at a Iowa State University. Both of my parents are heroes to me. They love me dearly and support me in every way possible. They are more than my parents, they are my best friends too. Most people around my age probably wouldn’t be as attached to their parents the same way I am.

         So, you might be wondering why all of this is relevant, right? Well, I decided to create my own website through WordPress and thought I would share stuff about myself and my interests to see if anyone has the same interests as me. I hope that maybe one day I can make my own professional paranormal research group. So yeah! There will be more posts and stuff coming up soon. I’m going to be traveling within the next 3 days with my Dad and his paranormal research group. It’s going to be a blast! I can’t quite say what I’m going to be doing right now, I’ll post more info about it soon though. Gotta headoutskis, peace!

-Jacob

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Second post: January 22nd 2018

                  I just got back from my trip late last night and man I am so tired! I was far too tired to post anything last night and fell asleep as my head hit the pillow. Anyway, I found some pretty cool stuff on the little paranormal exhibition with my dad and his group. We traveled about 12 1/2 – 13 hours away from home to this abandoned set of houses out in the country that the group found. 

                     A few months back, my dad and his group were on the way to visit an old Civil war battle ground which was a popular paranormal hotspot for many. My dad slowly gazed to out the window of the van and saw a few abandoned Victorian style homes on the other side of the ravine which sat on the right side of the road. He pointed it out to the rest of the group and they stopped and pulled over to the side of the road to get a closer look. They took note of the location of these houses and decided they would stop by this place on their way back home. 

              Well… a few months have passed by since my Dad found the abandoned location, and here we are at this really cool and creepy abandoned place in the middle of nowhere and trekking to see if we could find anything paranormal.

            I’m sorry to cut this short, but I gotta get going! I will post more info about this tomorrow. I have all kinds of journal entries, pictures, and other stuff to share! Stay tuned guys, you do not want to miss this!

yours truly, Jacob

The Patterned Tomb

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Lattice of bone shape the walls.

Crushed skulls line these halls.

Grinded to dust as they may be.

Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.

The bones never stall, nor end.

This isn’t a simple game of pretend.

Every new death creates several new bricks.

They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.

I swear that these dim halls can talk.

Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.

Stalk by day, kill by night.

When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.

Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.

I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.

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Zeal Zen Skelly

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Trippy as the stars.

Clear purpose and a meatball.

A zen meatball, yes.

Clear away the dust.

Open your fucking eyes man.

Your life is waiting.

Waiting for you to go on.

Follow the cosmos.

So reach for the stars with zeal.

Stay zen and weightless.

Life is amazing, it’s sick!

Don’t waste your life man.

Keep it zen like the skeleton men.

Peace

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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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