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BERMUDA TRIANGLE
The Bermuda Triangle, otherwise called Satan's Triangle, is a metropolitan legend zeroed in on an approximately characterized locale in the western piece of the North Atlantic Sea where various airplane and boats are said to have vanished under strange conditions. The possibility of the area as particularly inclined to vanishings emerged during the twentieth 100 years, however most respectable sources excuse the possibility that there is any mystery.
T.MOHAMATHA HARIFATHUL AASIFFAPublished about a year ago in Horrorhorror magicians
Faust Faust is a character from German folklore and literature, most famously portrayed in the play "Faust" by German author Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. The character of Faust is based on a real person, Johann Georg Faust, who was a German alchemist, astrologer, and magician in the 16th century.
Praveen KumarPublished about a year ago in HorrorHey just a minute, Is this is Horror ?
Don't be afraid! This experience is in the city where I went on an adventure travel with my friends to spend my vacation trip to Kerala.
Naveen RavichandranPublished about a year ago in HorrorI work at a ghost restaurant
Hello, all. Somewhere between the end of my last shift and me waking up this morning, I found the moxie to post on here about the things that have been going on at my job. No, there is no bad experience that I am hiding until the end. Those experiences will be the subject of separate posts. All I want are some logical explanations for how any of this is possible.
Encounter with a Creepy Man in a Poncho.
I've been debating about whether to post this or not, but I've finally decided that it's been long enough for me to talk about this.
The Haunting of Blackwood Manor
Introduction : John, Steve and Diana were three teenagers who were always up for an adventure. They had heard about the abandoned Blackwood Manor, located on the outskirts of their small town and were determined to explore it. Little did they know, their curiosity would lead them to a night of terror they would never forget.
Steve R. AndersonPublished about a year ago in HorrorHooded dude
Back in 2013, I had just begun my education, and after the first school period, I needed to go out and find an internship in order to progress, but it proved to be nearly impossible to find one at the time, so I decided to take another job just to make sure we had food on the table.
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)
The Cabinet of D. Caligari (German: Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari) is Robert Wiene's Expressionist nightmare brought to cinematic life by the amazing performance of Conrad Veidt as Cesare the Somnambulist, Werner Krauss as the Doctor himself, and the amazing visual look, borrowed from surrealism and Expressionism until the actors are simply living foreground against a warped painting of things in an in-between world between consciousness and subconscious madness. It is a dark, grainy, and ancient vision brought forth from the bowels of a mind haunted by turmoil, by a sense of the mechanisms of psychic control that can possess and shape us all.
The Curse of Ravenswood Mansion
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep in the woods, there lived a young girl named Sarah. She lived alone in a small cottage on the outskirts of the village, and spent her days wandering the woods and tending to her garden. She was known to be curious and adventurous, often exploring the nearby woods and discovering new places. But one day, her curiosity would lead her to a discovery that would change her life forever.
Chasin'Jason
The film is as simple and brutal and bloody and beautiful as an old campfire tale: in 1964 a couple of camp counselors are killed at a summer camp, Camp Crystal Lake. Flash forward to 1980, and some hitchhiking hippie chick fresh out of 1978 catches a ride with a local guy at a diner, after being warned by an Ancient Mariner (i.e. a crazy old coot) about staying away from Camp Crystal Lake, that it has an honest-to-badness curse on it, and people...die. Later, she hitches a ride up there, going to her new position as a camp counselor cum slasher movie cannon fodder with an unseen driver in a jeep. The driver stalks and slashes, but the POV is the audience, which makes THEM, or rather, US, the killer, drawing us into the ritual of blood.
Good Luck
One day while walking through the streets with her skateboard in hand and punk rock playing in her headphones, fourteen year old Kate saw a cat. A black cat with blue eyes. Kate had hyperfixated on and studied cats and knew that it was uncommon for a black cat to have blue eyes. She crouched down and put her hand out. The cat looked at her hand and noticed the small crystal in it. The cat approached closer and took the crystal into his mouth. The cat looked into Kate’s deep brown eyes and nudged her hand. Kate pet the cat’s head and kissed his head. She picked up the cat and held him in her arms. Kate stared at the cat and thought of a name, “Mochi” she said aloud. She placed the cat into her sack and started skating home. Mochi sat contently playing with the crystals in her bag. When she got home she yelled, “Mom i’m home!” and continued to her room in the basement. Not to her surprise when she got into her room she was greeted by her boyfriend sitting on her bed, reading. “Hi Quinn look what I found.” She let Mochi out of her bag and onto her bed. Mochi approached Quinn slowly to sniff his feet. “Mochi thinks you have stinky feet.” Kate chuckled. Quinn’s eyes lit up, “Mochi? That’s such a cute name! You’re the best girlfriend ever.” and he pulled Kate onto the bed and held her in his arms. Kate sighed and wished Mochi and Quinn could stay here forever. She knew sooner or later Mochi would be sent outside again. She held Mochi tight while Quinn kissed her cheeks and neck. She giggled, “Quinn stop! I need you to take care of Mochi.” Quinn stopped and let go of her. “Take care of Mochi? Are you sure? You just found him.” Kate raised her eyebrow surprised that her boyfriend would doubt Kate’s ability to take care of them both. “Please Quinn” She said while flashing her puppy dog eyes. “Alright fine but only because I love you” He turned to Mochi and booped his nose, “and you too.” Kate stood up abruptly and kissed Quinn’s forehead. “Want to go to the store?” Kate asked and Quinn nodded and got off Kate’s bed. “Let’s blast.” said Quinn and he put his shoes on and grabbed Mochi. Kate grabbed her skate board and hopped on. She handed Quinn his skateboard and started skating. “Kate! How do I hold Mochi while skating?” Kate turned around and said “Sorry! Let me grab him so I can put him in my bag.” When Kate and Quinn arrived at the pet store the door rung when she walked in and set Mochi on the ground. Quinn started looking at clothes for cats and Kate pulled him over to the food bowls. “Which ones do you want?” She asked as Quinn browsed the selection. “I like this one.” He said while pointing to a bowl with cat ears. “Cute!” Kate said and grabbed one for water and one for food. “Do you think he needs a collar?” Quinn asked but instead of Kate responding Mochi responded with a mow. “Sounds like he does.” Kate said. Kate proceeded to grab a crystal out of her bag to give to Mochi but he refused it. “Aww c’mon Mochi I need you to hold this for me.” He hissed and walked away. “That was weird.” Quinn said while holding a costume for Mochi. “Quinn! He might be able to sense good crystals from bad!” Kate whispered making sure Mochi couldn’t hear. “Wow that’s bold of you to assume, Kate.” Quinn teased. Kate scowled and blushed, “I dunno. It seems odd that he has blue eyes.” Kate continued. Quinn listened but decided to change the topic. “Where is Mochi?” Quinn asked and left the aisle. Kate followed while calling Mochi’s name, “Mochi! Mochi!” Quinn appear holding Mochi. “Got him” He said triumphantly. Kate kissed both of them on their heads and proceeded to checkout. “A collar, bowls for food and water, cat food, cat bed, cat toy” The cashier said while putting the things into a bag. Quinn looked at Kate and she grinned. “Hey can I stay at your house tonight?” Quinn asked. Taken off guard and blushing Kate replied, “Oh uh sure, you can stay in my room” Quinn grinned and kissed Kate’s cheek. “Thanks, love.” Kate loved it when Quinn called her love.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in HorrorMonster Under My Bed
The exact details are hazy. I was in college, my junior or senior year, and it was a creative writing class. We were in the computer lab that day, working on our personal essays, but many of us were stuck. “Take a snapshot from your life,” our professor told us. “Select a good one- a hard one, a happy one. Take your pick. And then write about it. How hard can it be?” Behind the glib tone, however, a smile; he was heckling us, and we returned it with equal fervor. Mock fervor; pretend outrage. Our relationship with him was easy, comfortable. An older man, tall and slightly stooped, he occasionally read us the stories he’d written himself; and sometimes- ridiculously so, now that I think back on it- he’d pass them out for us to read, giant stacks of them, with the option of censored copies (black Sharpie streaked across whole paragraphs); and uncensored ones, rife with…I can’t remember, exactly. Sexual stuff? Gore? What else could it be? So funny how this professor, teaching a college level class, was so parsimonious, even protective. Sweet, really.
Varsha KewalramaniPublished about a year ago in Horror