Mommy Told Me
…never to open the basement door but I wanted to see what was making that noise down there, it kind of sounded like a puppy and I’ve always wanted a puppy so I opened the basement door and just tiptoed down a little bit, I just wanted a peek at the puppy is all. I didn’t see a puppy and then Mommy came and yanked me back upstairs and yelled at me to never go down there again, never never never. Mommy had never yelled at me before so I was scared and I cried and she said honey I’m sorry and gave me a cookie. It was chocolate-chip which is my favorite, and I felt better so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making that sad puppy noise or why he had no hands or feet.
Haunted Swing in Argentina?
Countless videos have been made filming this mysterious phenomenon - a swingset that has a mind of it’s own. Supposedly, before the playground was built, a child died in the exact spot where the swingset was going. Locals speculate that the child’s ghost has found happiness in the swing, and the child’s ghost has continued to swing for several years. Even when spectators stop the swing, it just picks back up and keeps on swingin’.
My entire life I was constantly moving around and never stayed in the house more than a year, until we found this one house. We lived in there for 5 or 6 years. The first two years I lived there nothing strange ever happened, it was just like any other normal house. But that didn’t last. When I was 8, I was laying in bed one night trying to sleep. When I was younger I ALWAYS slept with my door opened. I was looking out my door way, and from the position of my bed and my head I could see the door to the washroom, and part of the door to my mom and dad’s room. I noticed something move in the doorway of my parents room, and I remembered that both of them were downstairs. So I closed my eyes, thinking if there was something there then if I didn’t look at it, it wouldn’t bother me, [I had always believed in ghosts, spirits and demons].
I had my eyes closed for about 5 minutes, before I opened them again, and there was a figure standing in the door way. It was completely black, it had no layers or shadows to it. It was like it was a shadow itself. But it wasn’t; it was taller than my door, and it was bending down so it’s face was looking at me. Straight into my eyes, like the rest of its body, it’s eyes were a solid color: red. I could tell it was bending down because it was shaped like a human being, but it was thin, and lanky, and it’s spine was sticking out profusely. So much it looked like it had spikes on its back. I also noticed it’s hands, which weren’t really hands but instead just long, pointed claws. I almost screamed, but it’s hard to move when something so terrifying is looking you straight in the eyes and you at it.
A moment later, there was a flash of white light, like a vortex and the thing was gone. That’s when I finally managed to move, I ran downstairs to my mom who was watching TV. I was bawling my eyes out, and I didn’t sleep for days because I felt it was still watching me. Months went by though, and I didn’t see it again. Instead I just heard it breathing by my bedside, and I knew it was always the same IT because I never forgot the feeling I had in my gut when I looked into it’s eyes. That was the feeling I got when it was near me. After a while It stopped, I noticed it right away the first night, because everything was calm. This scared me more than it being there, because if It was gone then where was it. That’s when I heard walking upstairs. The only problem was there was no upstairs. There was crawlspace, but it wasn’t large enough for an adult to walk around. I knew right then that it was It. I knew where the access to the “upstairs” was, it was right outside my room above the washing machine. So I grabbed a flashlight, and pushed the section of the ceiling up and shined the flashlight around. There were surprisingly boxes here and there, and there It was.
The moment the light shined on it it flew at me, screeching and I dropped the ceiling and fell off the washing machine. My mom and dad ran upstairs, and they asked what happened. I told them, and like the first time I saw It, they told me it was my imagination. That was the second last time I saw it, but I never heard anything or felt anything again. For 3 more years we lived there, and I forgot about It. Until the day I was moving, I was 11 and I was cleaning out my closet. When I noticed that in the corner of the closet the carpet wasn’t down properly, so I pulled it up. The first thing I saw was just a pool of dried blood. It was perfectly circular, and I jumped back and fell on some boxes.
I looked at it again, the blood as gone, but I noticed that carved into the wood was a circle, and it was a pentagram. I knew then and there that it had never been my imagination. The place was cursed, my room specifically was cursed. I never told anyone about the pentagram. And as we were driving away I saw It in my parents bedroom, watching ME leave.
The black thing in the closet & my dad
[Focus on the red marked spot and take your time to uncover]
One night I was sitting on my bed, facing the doorways to my closet and my main door, playing with my iPad. I kept seeing a black mist peeping at me through the closet door. I kept looking up to try and catch it but it moved too fast. Eventually I got the idea to take a picture of it with my iPad while I pretended not to look.
I must have snapped 30 pictures before I started going through them. I went through and deleted a bunch and then came across one where it looked like a flesh colored mist was peeping at me through the closet. Immediately I called my boyfriend and started telling him what happened. At some point in telling him what happened, I accidentally double clicked on the picture which made it zoom to a spot just above my door frame. I studied the spot for a second and found that in that spot is the exact figure of my father who passed away in March of last year.
There is no mistaking it. I’ll post a link to the picture in the comments. I found it weird because even though I can sense things, I didn’t sense my dad that night.
AP — Local student Emmaline Danvers’ body was found in an apparent suicide attempt at Rockway Middle School. Though she survived the three story fall from the building’s roof, questions are being raised as to why the straight A student and beloved daughter would do this.
Inside sources point to an underlying mental illness, as indicated in Danvers’ latest drawings left behind in the art classroom at the school, depicting graphic images of herself and another student, currently unidentified, engaging in self-harm.
She is currently at Miami Children’s Hospital and is in critical condition. It is confirmed that she is suffering from a jaw fracture and broken ankle, but medical staff refuse to give more information at this time until she regains consciousness.
EDIT — 7:00:09 PM EST
The school has reported to the public that the security cameras malfunctioned at the time of Danvers’ incident, therefore leaving no witnesses or evidence to what really happened.
Danvers’ is still at Miami Children’s Hospital, but is no longer in critical condition. She is to be admitted to the Psychiatric Unit for evaluation tomorrow.
EDIT — 11:32:14 PM EST
We regret to inform you that Emmaline Danvers passed away earlier tonight during a psychotic break. Another patient who was nearby at the time of the incident has told this newsforce how it went down.
“She was manic when she woke up, I thought she was going to try and stand up and run. I saw her pull out the IV, but when she fell off the bed, they shooed me out. She kept screaming that whoever pushed her was going to kill her and that she needed to get away. I think they sedated her because everything got quiet a few minutes later and the doctors just left. I went in and Emmaline was out cold. It was weird, cause every doctor I saw go into the room left, but there was this other girl her age sitting next to her bed. I thought it was strange, because I didn’t remember the girl being there before I left, but I said ‘hey’ and went to sleep. Later that night, when I woke up, her bed was empty. Crazy doctors say that Emmaline didn’t have no visitors, even though the girl was right there when I went to sleep.”
Stay with Channel 4 news for new information on this story and more.
A New Playmate
My friend Lisa and I were going through her family photos recently when we came across this one. Nothing struck me as odd about it at first glance, but Lisa had a look on her face that put me on edge. Her eyes widened and they started darting around the living room as if she was listening for something, before fixing them on the TV across from us.
Naturally worried by her adverse reaction, I asked her what was the matter. After a few moments, she recomposed herself and said that often as a kid she would apparently just talk to the TV when it was off or on static. Her parents just thought she had an overactive imagination and didn’t think anything of it when she said she had “a new best friend to play with”. In fact, Lisa herself hadn’t given it much thought until now.
I asked her what the problem was. She smirked, gave a nervous laugh and looked back to the television in the room, unable to stop staring at it.
It was at that point I took a second glance at the photo and saw what was in the TV.
Nukekubi are monsters found in Japanese folklore. By day, nukekubi appear to be normal human beings. By night, however, their heads detach at the neck smoothly from their bodies and fly about independently in search of human prey. These heads attack by screaming (to increase their victims’ fright), then closing in and biting.
While the head is detached, the body of a nukekubi becomes inanimate. In some legends, this serves as one of the creature’s few weaknesses; if a nukekubi’s head cannot locate and reattach to its body by sunrise, the creature dies. Legends often tell of would-be victims foiling the creatures by destroying or hiding their bodies while the heads are elsewhere.
By day, nukekubi often try to blend into human society. They sometimes live in groups, impersonating normal human families. The only way to tell a nukekubi from a normal human being is a line of red symbols around the base of the neck where the head detaches. Even this small detail is easily concealed beneath clothing or jewelry.
Illustration © goemonsama
A couple of months ago my friend’s cousin (a single mother) had gotten a new cell phone.
After a long day of work, she placed her phone down on the counter and and started watching T.V. when her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages and he agreed to do so.
At around 11:20 p.m. when she was getting tired, she decided to to tuck her son in and go to bed herself.
She proceeded to his room to see he wasn’t there.
She went to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Browsing through her phone, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc. and headed towards the pictures section.
She began deleting the pictures he took when she came across the last one…
When she first saw it, she couldn’t believe it.
It was her son, sleeping on her bed but it was as if the picture was taken by someone else above him.
It shows the left half of what seems to be an elderly woman’s face.