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How to See the Spirits (According to my Father)
One day in one of my father's visit, during my early year lived and worked in Jakarta, alone; I asked my father how he could see those spirits/ ghosts. He was sitting on the floor against my room's door, sucking his heavily traditional unfiltered cigarettes', he said, "It just a matter of channeling your frequency, make your frequency the same channel as theirs, usually I just tuned my self down, and I felt something around me, I looked up on the trees, I saw something there, it was just sitting on one of the branches, looking at me back, and usually when you do that, they also feel your energy and they can feel that you can see them as well." that is how he explain about one of his "encounters" with spirit. I looked back through my shoulders, felt the goosebumps and the cold air on the hallway touched my back neck, and bravely asked, "can you feel if there anything that living in my place along with me which I couldn't see?" fortunately, my father said, "your place is clear, only human live here." which I responded with a deep sigh.
By Ratri Kelana5 years ago in Horror
Red Blood, Black Skin and The Blue Sweep
Red blood, Black skin, and “The Blue Sweep”. My big sister was my hero. Back in those days when I still literally looked up to her, she was my Fearless Leader in our summer exploits. Five years my senior, it took a long time for me to pass her by 3 inches in height, as well as miraculously close the intellectual gap by finally meeting up with her in the faraway land of “grown up”. But back then I idolized her. When she would deign to break away from her fascinating older friends who talked about boys (what on earth did they do with THEM? It all sounded squishy and complicated) to come out into the sunshine to play silly childhood games with me, my heart would soar. I was 8, she was 13. I would happily be her Robin if Batman would only come out of her groovy teenage Batcave. Today, she did, despite the fact that these days our number one focus was on survival. We rarely played anymore. Survivors don’t have time for child’s play.
By Durga McBroom5 years ago in Horror
The Last Vacation
A quick note: This is the 3rd part on a continuing story. Links to Parts 1 & 2 are below. Jenna was startled by the sound of her heel striking pavement. She’d been walking in sand for miles, and had been paying no attention to the changes in the terrain. She’d been softly singing an old tune from some long-gone animated Christmas show: Something about getting home by putting one foot in front of the other foot. “Soon you’ll be walking here or there or whatever the hell and what’s this from and why in God’s name won’t it get out of my head?” She had visions of something, possibly Claymation. Was it Santa Claus? Who knew?
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
Curious Little Things
Nick was looking for Rex while out of camp, searching for his brother as he was simply nothing without him. Soon, he came across a couple interesting individuals much to his curiosity. As he walks along, he accidentally bumps into one of them, gently knocking them off kilter as he was a lumbering mass of pure unadulterated muscle. The other's instantly leap to their friends aid, screaming bloody murder, causing quite the dramatic scene. Nick didn't care, it mattered not to him what pitiful mortals thought of his movements, let alone the fact that they driveled away with energy that deeply disturbed him. He liked most people, he would've loved Isabelle, though, inadvertently, he would accidentally avenge her as he continued on his way. One of them, the one called Zipper, ran up behind him and tried to stab him. Of course, Nick wasn't a normal being, he was a child of Chaos. Blessed with uncanny strength and durability, the blade breaks off his flesh and flings into the ground beside Betty, who then goes on wailing about how Nick just tried to kill her and how she would tell Connor on him. He didn't know this.. Connor. He merely wanted to find his brother. Soon, it escalated, Red pulling a bow from nowhere and firing off three flaming arrows, each snapping as they touched Nick's skin. This finally caught Nick's attention, he didn't much like the feeling of needles. He turned around and lumbered over to them, their faces aptly shrouded in fear as he stepped over. He spoke at a reasonable level, even straightened out and kept eye contact, his mother had always taught him that such was customary. "Please refrain from attacking me, I meant you no harm." He said, his voice awfully soothing if he did say so himself. Of course, the useless individuals that were known for beating our poor Isabelle until she couldn't stand, spitting on her body and calling her expletives would not take such a claim with anything more than a grain of salt. He stood there, bewildered as they tried to trip him up, Zipper and Red both hurting themselves with kicks to his legs. Soon, Four, the one that fell over due to his lumbering gargantuan size, would join in. Four's punches were actually felt, though, it was a minimalistic feeling for Nick. Then, Four caught Nick in the nose. Now, with any living being, on any realm of existence, the nose being hit would hurt like hell. If the force was correct, the nose would cause excruciating, eye watering pain with such an impact. Nick never liked pain. As soon as the punch connected, Nick's face grew horrid with ire, his purple and pink eyes glowed in the sunlight. Once he gathered himself, a dome of disgusting pinkish energy formed around him, around the group. Four, Betty, Zipper and Red, all realized that they had just made a monumental mistake. The dome grew eyes of sickly purple, dark and disgusting beams of light shining in on Nick to create a spotlight for our boy. Soon, he raised his arm, albeit quite slowly, to grab Four by the throat. Four was terrified, it was obvious because as soon as Nick started moving, Four froze. Soon, Four was six feet off the ground, screaming bloody murder as Nick slowly but surely squeezed Four's throat. Nick did not know restraint. The flesh of Four's throat was screaming under Nick's pressure, his massive hand wrapping perfectly around Four's throat while he did his deed. Four's eyes rolled into their head as their air disappeared from their lungs and body, tears rolling down their cheeks as his fist squeezed. Their mouths foamed and soon, that was it for Four. Their flesh burst with the muscles that once maintained their breathing, their teeth stained with red as they had been spitting up blood the entire time. Nick then took Four in their cold, lifeless splendor, the vertebrae that had been turned to dust slowly falling from their mouth, into his arms, consuming Four completely. His eyes widened with pleasure, his muscular unkempt form bulged with energy, and he was not done yet. He grabbed Betty, who he hated the most, by her hair, placing his free hand on her shoulders before tearing her scalp from her head with all of her hair. He then ate the flesh and hair while the dome filled with screams of bloody murder and heresy. Then, he grabbed poor Betty by the head, his massive hand wrapping around her head like it's a golf ball, squeezing until the screaming stopped. Until Betty's head no longer hindered his consumption. Then Betty was gone. Zipper and Red stood in horror the entire time, Zipper sat there, staring as if he were ready to make a decision, staring as if he had a chance. Red banged at the dome, screaming as loudly as she could, hoping to the Gods, to Chronos, to whatever higher power that she could escape this. Of course, this meant nothing to any Gods, this was inescapable. Nick was always a gentle giant, though his temper sometimes could get the better of him. He waited for Zipper to make a move, praying to Chaos that Zipper would surrender, that Zipper would be smart. Nick left that dome alone. Zipper ran for Nick, dashing around like the flash while he tried desperately to make some type of damage appear. It was all for naught as Nick simply stuck his hand out, catching Zipper by the face and watching as the g-forces of Zipper's movements made Zipper vomit up whatever tasteless food he consumed earlier, the vomit seeping from Nick's hand and completely drenching Nick's dress shoes, much to his dismay. Nick offered Zipper far more mercy than the others, knocking him out. Nick then lay Zipper on the ground flat, Red trying her hardest to avoid contact with the mired and psychotic being before her, flattening herself out against the dome. As he did this, four spikes made of the pure chaos energy he had control of spawned and floated. Sickening for Zipper to know that he would be pinned to the ground with Four's remains. The spikes flew into Zipper's hands and feet as they were positioned, splaying him out on the ground to look like a starfish. His screams were drowned out as Nick took a torturous approach, sticking Four's mouth to his like duct tape, only for Four to speak to him. "We-we shouldn't have hurt her. We shouldn't have hurt her." Their lips repeated a hundred times over, slowly getting more distorted and gruesome with every word. Zipper knew that this was the real Four, that Nick revived the sentience of the being he killed just to torture. Nick then grew a claw of pure energy, dragging it as lightly as he could across Zippers torso, only for the flesh to flower open like a spring time rose. Zipper couldn't scream, only stare, as he listened to the tormented and feverish screams of Four from his own face, his eyes slowly closing as his heart stopped. Did he deserve this? Yes. At least, Nick thought so. He did the same to Zipper as he did to the rest, the lifeless white-eyed corpse of Zipper disappearing into Nick's flesh, making his body bulge with muscle. That's when he turned to Red, mascara and red hair dye flowing down her face. Nick walked over to her, his trench coat dressed in viscera and muscular sinew from the debacle, telling her to stand with a voice that mimicked Zipper's and Fours. She did as told, looking up at Nick and pleading, begging, hoping that if there was a god, it would help her. There was. He didn't go to kill her though, he went in for a hug. He hugged her tight, hugged her close. He rubbed her back and calmed her down. He kneeled to meet her eye level and even kept eye contact, smiling. She smiled back, his big lumbering form meaning a lot more than she thought it would and then, she gave him another hug. He chuckled, told her everything would be alright, told her that her friends are okay, that she'd escape this. Every single word sounded genuine. Was he genuine? "Did he mean it? Would they come back? Could I hold them again? Could I kiss their cheeks and laugh on the way out of our favorite restaurant? Could I.. Could I kiss him again when he came back?" Red's thoughts spiraled in her mind like a tornado, filling her with euphoria as she remembered her old endeavors with her favorite people. Her old endeavors before Nick. He smiled at her and nodded, as if he could read her thoughts, her giving him one more big hug. A hug that was so warm and forthcoming with true unbridled love that it was hard to believe it ended. First, she couldn't feel her foot as she stepped away. her foot was sputtering blood onto the ground. "How did his hand get there without me feeling it?" That thought was drowned out by her screaming, pointing at her foot in disbelief as Nick leaned closer, stopping the blood by dragging his finger up to her knee, consuming every last bit of it. That was when Red realized that this was the end, that her friends weren't coming back, that Zipper couldn't treat her like he treated Betty. Her eyes plead with Nick's as he went, his deadpan and cold. As if he didn't even enjoy it. He stared her in the eyes while shushing her with one massive finger, her voice hitching as thread spawned in her lips, sewing them together. He truly had grown tired of all the screaming. He had consumed everything below the neck before her eyes went white. Just a lifeless, brown haired mess of a head lying on the ground, jaw hanging ajar. He took her by the teeth and dropped her into his mouth, those wide and milky eyes being the last the world would ever see of her. The dome disappeared, he whipped the blood from his trench coat, and all was normal again. Walking off, he sees his brother Rex, a truly unkempt bloke, very short temper on him. Nick waves, a smile on his face, how long has it been since he's seen Rex?
By Casey Castro5 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'Saw 2'
Spiral: From the Book of Saw opens May 14th, 2021. As part of a series looking at the franchise, I am watching and reviewing the Saw movies. I've already published reviews of Jigsaw (2017), Saw 3D (2010) and the original Saw (2004). With this review, I am picking up the franchise again and looking them, one movie at a time while placing them in the context of when they were released.
By Sean Patrick5 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'The Djinn' is a Fun Experiment in Horror Storytelling
The writing and directing duo behind the new IFC Midnight horror movie, The Djinn, gave themselves quite a task. The main character in The Djinn is a 12 year old boy who is mute, he is unable to speak. Played by Ezra Dewey, the main character, Dylan, spends most of the film alone in the apartment he shares with his father, Michael, played by Rob Brownstein. Dad works the late night shift on a radio station which forces him to leave Dylan home alone. On this night, Dylan has discovered a book of magic in their new apartment and he hopes to use it to give himself a voice for the first time in his life.
By Sean Patrick5 years ago in Horror
Nature Is Terrifying! 3 Horror Books You Should Read This Spring
It’s Spring! For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, the weather has started to turn, the flowers are blooming, and the Sun has finally stopped being shy. But if you’re an avid horror fan like me, then all this pleasantness doesn’t stem your desire for dark, creepy, or gory stories. With that in mind, I’ve created a list of excellent horror books you should read in Spring.
By Nancy Driver5 years ago in Horror
Top 10 Horror Films of the 1970s.
The 1970s IMHO was the greatest decade of cinema which produced timeless classics. In fact most films mature with time. The horror genre turned it up so many notches that it reshaped the way we would view horror movies for many generations to come.
By Ace Howell5 years ago in Horror
Vampirism
Vampirism. Tis a parasitic thing, not a thing of beauty. To feed on others to live, living then means taking from others. Burying what life you knew prior, always running from life to live. Always anew but never fresh, just mantled from the rotten leftovers of the begotten times lingered for forgotten losses. Stirred and stored eternal, meals which the anti-infinity, the black sea of awareness, gobbles by the globules.
By Skylar Joel Harris5 years ago in Horror
