I know there are pages like reddit/nosleep or creepypasta, but I need people to know that this was real.
There's nothing quite as fascinating as reading up on the mythology of other cultures. Every single culture has its own unique creatures, legends, and myths that have been passed on through the ages from person to person.
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"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win," Stephen King has said. Who better than the King (pardon the pun) of horror to bring us into a ghost story? In New York City, there are plenty of scary tales to tell. Rent for apartments is enough to create an entire horror movie franchise from, but the real scares come from a local University. Fordham University is known as a school of excellence in academic, it is also known as a school where the ghosts will come for you. Here are just some of the ghosts and paranormal events that have happened in the school's dorms in the Bronx!
The oceans make up so much of our planet that we now know more about the surface of the moon than we do about what lies beneath. Be it fake sightings or real sightings, with the way video editing works, it's amazing how we can even decipher our reality with the never-ending technological advancements. While many of these monsters may just be nightmare fuel to encourage children to behave, some of them are backed by eye-witness accounts, and maybe even a bit of little faith. As somewhat fascinated, but also terrified, of what lies in wait at the bottom of the ocean, I know there are somethings that are better left unseen.
The Salem Witch Trials created their own ghosts. Everyone has heard of these trials. The mass hysteria in Salem where the locals saw witches lurking in every home or skulking around every corner of Salem. Over 150 people were accused during this so-called rampant scare.
I recall taking this picture back in 2017 I believe. I remember us hitching our bikes among our shoulders, and shyly creeping through a field of pesticide infested weeds. The gnats and mosquitoes were clinging onto our legs, as we stepped onto the damp dirt. We were eagerly trying to get into Dead Man's Tunnel. Peter was with us that day after he recently suffered a broken ankle that put him in the hospital for months. Sadly, I had a lot of guilt for that incident, the whole crew did. The three of us were rather excited to see Peter back in action again finally. I missed him talk about politics, as he’d go on this endless rant about this nation is great, and screw anyone who goes against it.