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Europe’s Earliest Modern Humans May Have Smashed Each Other’s Skulls In
There is evidence to suggest that Europe's earliest modern humans may have engaged in violent behavior that included smashing each other's skulls in. The evidence comes from archaeological sites dating back to the Upper Paleolithic period, around 40,000 to 10,000 years ago.
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It was a misty, dark evening in the quiet town of Stonebridge, and the residents were all huddled indoors, seeking the warmth and safety of their homes. But in a large, imposing building at the edge of town, something sinister was stirring.
A lunatic moon
Chapter 4 - Jean's story and Fever Dreams Inside the house Jean Duhamel was furious. He took an old hubcap from his kitchen table that he used as an ashtray and hurled it at the wall. It met with such force that the hubcap almost bent in two. A storm of cigarette butts sprayed against the grimy window. He was angry that the cops had been here nosing around, sure, but he was even angrier that the kid had been spying on him. Jean knew exactly who it was, the kid who'd approached his house asking questions about the boy he'd killed at the last turning. His friend he had said. That was why he'd been meddlesome. Acting impertinent. Cocksure and arrogant. He'd been hiding at the edge of the field this time, just before the police had arrived. The brat had been crouched in the weeds so sure of himself that Jean could not see him. Something about the boy worried him, a rare feeling which just infuriated him that much more. He'd never been accustomed to worry or fear, not since that day in the French woods long ago. Something about this boy nagged at him though. He didn't think he'd stayed long, he hadn't sensed him during the cop's questioning. Afterwards, when the police car had left his driveway, Jean had looked for him too, combing the field with his mind and eyes, sensing every cricket, mouse, slug and butterfly along the sweep, but no boy. No boy. Jean, or Ugly and Old had that effect on people. They didn't like to linger long in his presence and his fury temporarily forgotten, he smiled at the thought. It was something he had mastered over the years. Drawing on people's basic survival instincts, exploited their natural fear of him in other ways to ensure that every visit, every conversation and interaction would be brief. Unless, of course, he wanted it to be otherwise. He rarely bathed and never laundered his clothes and therefore smelled bad, really bad. He practiced no dental hygiene, didn't need to. So not only did his breath carry the odor of death and decay, his teeth looked bad. During regular days and nights of each calendar month, his teeth gleamed nicotine yellow, black at the roots. During his turnings, those teeth extended into long, sharp serrated blades and appeared silvery in the light of the full moons. His clothing had the appearance of filthy rags and with dirty cap pulled down to help hide his eyes he very easily passed for a poor old man. People immediately felt pity for him. The majority of people don't stray far from their virtuous feelings and rarely have the courage to approach and engage. They really don't want to know. They have their own lives. Jobs, kids, bills, husbands and wives. They had their own elederly to care for. The frail and weak. Sick, diseased and dying. They all did. They all died too. So why bother with another pathetic old man? Those who had the courage and seemingly rare ability for genuine compassion and empathy would offer help at first. Assistance and aid, neighbourly, brotherly love... A few seconds in his immediate vicinity though and oh how quickly everything would change. His body odour alone was so offputting, the intensity of his aura, of desperation and danger. People could feel it deep down in the primitive part of their brain. Every animal has survival instincts and human beings are no different. They knew right away that something was wrong with Jean Duhamel. They didn't know what. They couldn't even begin to imagine what was wrong with him, but something was. Something so dark and sinister...and ancient. Something that killed, that had a need to kill, but itself could NOT be a killed. A vicious horror that had existed for so long it had reached mythical proportions at some point in history, was forgotten and then vaguely remembered, like a fever dream. A nightmare that made little sense. Remembered and forgotten over and over, so many times that it existed only in fairytales, fables and myths. Legend and lore, so seemingly fictitious that it was no longer believed to even be possible. Something their modern brain could not readily identify, but the primitive brain could in an instant. His countenance could turn threatening at the flick of a switch. He could go from looking like a harmless, feeble, little old guy, to a seething monster of deafening proportions...all in their mind's eye...and all at the drop of a hat. No, people chose not to stay with Jean for very long. They certainly didn't want to engage him, unless absolutely neccessary and then only for the shortest time possible. This was fine with Jean. Exactly how he'd always wanted it. He wanted to be forgotten. Certainly not remembered and hopefully, seldom noticed.
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.Published about a year ago in HorrorA lunatic moon
Chapter 3 - Bones, Ugly and Old Danny sat at the dining room table eating cereal and reading the comics from the newspaper. The paper itself didn't hold much interest for him,but as was his ritual, he scanned the comic strips just to see if any of them were in fact funny. They usually weren't. He drank the remainder of milk from the bowl and went about pushing the sections of newspaper back together, that's when something caught his eye. In the 'Local' section was a headline that read "Gruesome murder at country home". He read the article, which was brief, suggesting the reporter didn't have much information to work with.
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.Published about a year ago in HorrorA lunatic moon
Chapter 2 - Julie's Death Julie Gifford pulled into her driveway after her Thursday night shift at Robin's Donuts. She was tired and hungry and just wanted to veg on the couch and watch a movie. the garage door was closed so she parked her little Toyota Tercel at the top of the driveway. Her folks were out of town for a whole week and she had the house to herself. Good deal too, because she had a thing of Jiffy Pop, a big bottle of Pepsi and she was going to watch The Blue Lagoon by herself. No one to interrupt or ask annoying questions, like her mom was in the habit of doing for almost every movie they watched together. She grabbed her purse off the passenger seat and climbed out of the car. The full moon was bright and that was good too, since the house was dark and there were no streetlights out here in the country. Not that she was afraid of the dark or anything, but just being out here by herself she'd gotten a little bit spooked being in the big house alone. Her nearest neighbours were about a half mile down the road and they were old and went to bed around nine o clock every night. Not much help if there was a midnight prowler or something like that. At least her dad understood how she felt, when he and her mom went out of town, so he'd bought her a dog. Not a big dog, like he'd wanted to get. He had wanted to get a German Sheperd to keep her safe, but she'd fallen in love with a miniature Collie she'd seen in a calendar.They ended up getting her a miniature Collie she called 'Baby'. He'd rolled his eyes when she picked the puppy out of a litter that had been advertised by a breeder in the classifieds. An hour and a half away too, but that's what she wanted and what she wanted, she pretty much got. Except for her car that is. Her parents had promised her a car for her sixteenth birthday, so she asked for a Fiero. A red one. And her father had laughed, he'd laughed! Her mother had asked, "What's a Fiero?"
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.Published about a year ago in HorrorDevil’s love
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young woman named Isabella. She lived in a small village in the countryside and was known for her kind heart and her passion for nature. One day, while taking a walk in the woods, she stumbled upon a handsome stranger. He had piercing blue eyes, a charming smile, and an irresistible aura of mystery. His name was Damien.
Iqra AmeerPublished about a year ago in Horror"The Silent Patient: Uncovering the Truth Beneath the Silence"
"The Silent Patient" is a psychological thriller novel written by Alex Michaelides, first published in 2019. The book is set in London and revolves around the story of a famous painter named Alicia Berenson who has been accused of murdering her husband, Gabriel. However, Alicia has not spoken a word since the murder, and as a result, she has become known as the "silent patient."
JV ContentsPublished about a year ago in HorrorMH370: What Netflix's Documentary Reveals About the Tragedy
Introduction The disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight MH370 in 2014 remains one of the greatest mysteries in aviation history. The tragedy left 239 people on board missing and presumed dead, and sparked a massive search effort that lasted for years. Recently, Netflix released a documentary titled "The Disappearance of MH370" which delves deeper into the tragedy, uncovering new evidence and presenting new theories. In this article, we will explore the key findings and revelations from the documentary, and examine what they tell us about this tragic event.
Telephone Ghost
Once upon a time, there was a small town in the countryside where people used to live a peaceful and contented life. However, there was a mysterious old telephone booth that stood at the corner of the main street, abandoned and unused for years.
Ezra Movie story - Dybbuk Box Horror Stories
Ezra is a 2017 Malayalam extraordinary thrill ride film directed by Jay K, which had the crowd at the edge of their seats beginning to end. The film recounts the tale of a youthful couple who moves into an old manor in Stronghold Kochi and experiences a dybbuk box that releases a progression of frightening paranormal exercises. With an unpredictable storyline, staggering visuals, and an enthralling soundtrack, Ezra conveys a special true to life experience that mixes frightfulness, secret, and history. In this survey, we will dig further into the film's plot, characters, and creation worth to see the reason why it stands apart as perhaps of the best heavenly spine chiller as of late
Emily and her Spirit
The Haunted Toilet As a new homeowner, John was thrilled to move into his new house. The property had been empty for years, but he had managed to get it at a bargain price. Despite the fact that it needed some work, he had already begun the renovation process. The only thing he hadn't touched yet was the old bathroom on the second floor. The bathroom looked like it had been untouched for years, and the previous owners had left behind an old claw-foot tub and an antique toilet that looked like it belonged in a museum.
The Legend of Daisy and Lily
Sometime in the distant past, in the curious town of Willowdale, lived two sisters, Daisy and Lily. They were indistinguishable and had spent most of their days playing and investigating the lavish backwoods that encompassed their home. Nonetheless, on one critical summer evening, their lives took a creepy turn.