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The road that ran past the cabin was a road in name only, really little more than a meandering pathway amidst strands of nettles, baked hard and dusty in summer, a muddy quagmire in the winter rains. Like the cabin it lead to, it had a woeful and deserted look. A casual passerby would have thought that no one ever came this way.For many years, few did.The only regular travelers on the road were

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I last took magic mushroom about 4 years ago. I was alone in Amsterdam in some shitty hotel room with no money, time on my hands and a whole two days to wait before I could get home and catch up with my friends who had got a flight before me. We had enjoyed an awesome short break in the country and when they had crept out early that morning for their flight, they had left behind a pack of

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Born under a bad sign. Maybe star-crossed. It's all really the same thing, right? Bad luck. Wrong place at the wrong time.Just left the doctor's office. He announced my death sentence. Six Months, maybe less, maybe more. He handed me a bunch of pamphlets and a scrip for something called dilaudid. He says that the headaches will get worse, but this stuff will kill the pain. Helps you sleep.Sleep.I

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We trekked out into the middle of this desert to find solitude. To “achieve greater introspective insight than we could have ever achieved in the real world,“ as Jeff put it, was our goal. When there is no wind and no sound besides your own breathing, you can really meditate on what you are, he said. When there is nothing besides hot, uniform sand in all directions and no life besides the

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Do you know what a Cordyceps is? I didn’t either until 20 minutes ago. It’s a family of thousands of different types of fungus, grows all around the word in various rain forests and jungles. The awful thing about them is they’re parasitic, they grow on other animals. An ant happens to run into some spores, and then it starts to colonize his insides, starting with his brain. At some point, the ant

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In Corona, California there once was a road known by most locals as the Never Ending Road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. Now, over twenty years later, the landscape of Corona has changed, and the Never Ending Road is no more. However, years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive

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Driving home from a friends house, you sit at a red light when you hear a familiar tone from your phone, sitting in the passenger seat. A text message. Probably from your friend; you always leave things at their homes. Being a responsible driver, and the light still red, you open the message and wait for a moment for the image to load. Suddenly, a photo pops into view. Red, obscured, strange

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The doorbell rings, and you get up from where you sat staring stonily into space. You already know who is at your door, and why he is there. You open it, nodding numbly to the man. You make a note in your head that the man looks… sneaky, but you assume that must be because he’s a lawyer. You show him into your living room, dreading what is to come. The man hands you a CD he produces from his

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The clock stared at me with its red eyes, shouting to me that he would arrive soon. He always comes at the witching hour. Of course I didn’t know that the witching hour was three in the morning till I told my friend about my night time wanderer. The witching hour is the time of night when God is at his weakest and all the imps and minions come out. This man was obviously not a three horned demon,

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It wasn’t until I broke down in front of my sister that it occurred to me to use the word ‘haunted’. When I tried to explain what was happening to me, finally articulating the weeks of dread and utter dislocation, I found that no other word would come. Haunted. There’s still a part of me that scoffs and glowers at this, to use the language of folklore; it seems to compress what I’d experienced

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You stumble into the kitchen, covered in sweat. Mind racing. Heart thumping. Christ, could he have followed me here? You think. How did he even find me?A moment passes. One thing is certain.He’s not here now.Your stomach rumbles. Even someone in your position has to eat. Your refrigerator door cries as you tug it open. You peer through the shelves. A jug of tea catches your eye. You take a swig,

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In the small town of Stull, Kansas, there once stood an old one room chapel on top of a hill, surrounded by graves. Beside the church was a cellar that was very difficult to find, as its doors had grass grown upon them. In front of it church was great tree that was always bare. None of the towns members could recall ever having seen a leaf upon its branches. In the towns earliest years, well

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Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. The cycle lasts most of the night. So you lay there, eyes open and outward, looking at your room stretching out before you in oblong shadows. Your eyes move from nameless object, to object, until you reach your mirror, sitting adjacent to you

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It’s been a while since I had anything like human contact, so I’ll attempt to be as brief as I can. At least the sound of typing is noise, and the echoes it produces are the nearest thing to a reply I’ve had in months. I lost my job back in August. The dollar’s dropping, the economy’s poor, and son, you just aren’t a competitive investment anymore. I’m young and I don’t have bills, so I took it

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If you’re lucky, you’ll never know about it. Your life will be spent in the bliss that can only come from the ignorance of the dark horrors that scratch and gnaw at the edges of reality. You’ll never hear the dark whispers coming from the closet; never feel the cold chill creeping along your spine. You’ll never pause at a turn in the hallway because you know that if you look down it, you’ll see

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I never saw the ocean till I was nineteen, and if I ever see it again it will be too goddamn soon. I was a child, coming out of the train, fresh from Amarillo, into San Diego and all her glory. The sight of it, all that water and the blind crushing power of the surf, filled me with dread. I’d seen water before, lakes, plenty big, but that was nothing like this. I don’t think I can describe what

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As the dead of winter approaches, you may find yourself alone at night, feeling isolated and abandoned in an all-too-empty bed as the night grows ever bleaker. Ghastly shadows, dancing across the wall. The crying wind battering against your window. An ambulance siren in the distance. And there’s no one there to convince you that you didn’t hear those gunshots. There’s no one there. No one there.

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Hi, I’m Seth. I’m writing this note, bottling it, and tossing it in the brook by my house. Writing helps me keep my sanity. Hopefully somebody who still reads will pick it up and come help me. It started a month ago. I was down in my basement office on my computer watching old Mystery Science Theater 3000 reruns. The phone rang next to me, but I didn’t pay any attention to it. It was never for me

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It’s been 2 weeks since this whole thing started. It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy, they were scratching and biting

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My father was a military man. Retired back in ‘95 from the Navy after 20 years of proud service to our country. But before that, we moved often… every 3-4 years or thereabouts we’d pack up and get shipped somewhere new. Early 1989, a wonderful opportunity arose and dad took it. A 16 hour flight later, and we were stationed at N.A.S Sigonella, Sicily. I guess I was about, oh 10 or 11 at the time.

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Some murderers see their work as an art form. If their piece is a success, they will continue on with their life, outside of jail. However, with the limited capability of understanding humans possess, combined with their narrow mindedness, the true secret of a killer can go entirely missed. The following is a video log of young man recording his last moments. It spends its time quietly residing

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You’re just sitting there, trying to fan yourself off from the heat as you wait for you mother to come back from inside the shop. By chance, perhaps, you glance over to your left where another car is parked, empty and probably even more sweltering than your own. You roll up the windows and turn the key your mom left in case it got too hot. As the whoosh of cool air hit you in the face, you hear a

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I’m the easiest to talk to because I go by so many different names. Every person in every country has heard of me, and spoken of me when things are at their very worst. And I’m so easy to call upon. All you have to do is ask. No ritual to adhere to. No prayer. No personal relationship. Just ask. Once, earnestly. I’m ever so popular. I’m in your music, your news, and even in your food. I’m Santa

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I am Sam. I have reached the gates of Hell. I entered without fear. I met the Lord of All Evil, and we made a deal. I got back to Earth, with a task. I have to kill 665 people before I die. If I do so, I will spend eternity as a Demon King in Hell, with my own Legion to command. Of course, I’m very delighted by that perspective… There is one condition, though: I cannot just kill random people.

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Sean’s house was covered from head to toe in family photographs. Some from family retreats to Ireland, others showing lost family relatives. Most of these photographs would include Sean in them, so it was only natural that he would look at them from time to time. However, one day he noticed something rather strange about the pictures: His mother seemed to have a red face in all of the photos.

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I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): “They were doing mission work in some nasty little South American country

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Dalton was a man who got bored easily.Every Friday night, as he closed out his shift as a dispatcher for the Metro police department, he would leave straight from work and make the drive from Nashville to Tunica, Mississippi for a weekend of gambling, drinking, and other forms of innane debauchery on the strip of twelve casinos by the largest river in the United States. "Little Redneck Vegas,"

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It's been a long winter.You're stretching out in the brilliant summer sun. The weather is finally pleasurable enough for you to fully extend your limbs upward, through the soft breeze, where sunlight soaks in to your skin and kisses your form with its licking warmth. You love the summer. It's the season for chasing tail and bad decisions.Something wrong is happening.Someone has you by the head.

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There have been very few times in my life when I've been begged by someone. I'm not talking about your five year old, jerking on your shirt sleeve to get two quarters for the bubble gum machine at Wal-Mart. I'm talking about real, genuine, unbridled humility. Someone reaching out to you from their knees on the ground, tears streaming down their cheeks, all because they want you to fulfill that

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How safe do you feel in your car, driving down the interstate at seventy five miles per hour?You probably feel pretty secure. What have you encountered on the open road that stirs a sense of alarm in your brain? Not a whole lot, I'd imagine. Maybe a semi with his hazard lights on because the trucker is tired and needs a few winks before he starts driving again. He's keeping other people safe and

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Necronymous Forum Private MessageSubject: Okay... Sent: Thu Jan 08, 6:36 pmFrom: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616This is kind of random, but I notice your posts constantly mention this 'Thorvaldr' character. You always say it's watching something or waiting for something, but no one else has any idea who or what it is. I'm just curious... Who is Thorvaldr? :OSubject: Re: Okay... Sent: Fri Jan 09

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A serial killer was once reported to have taken the lives of twenty-three individuals, using two daggers as the murder weapon. Evidence gathered shown that for each murder, the killer was dressed as a medieval executioner. This proved to be troublesome at Halloween, when thousands of people thought it to be a good idea to dress as this enigmatic killer. In one particular city in the northwestern

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I’m in between. One of them bit me. The bastard took a chunk out of my upper arm. The fool probably didn’t even know it was an arm. He probably saw me as a walking turkey leg or something. Oh, but he got his dues. I whacked his useless head off with a crowbar I stole when shit got serious. It got serious about a month ago, and let me tell you, it happened just the way everyone thought it would

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May 26, 2009 Hello Diary, My name is Daniel Franklin. I just got this leather-bound beauty of a book in a garage sale. Its covers are smooth and black; the pages, yellowed and antique in texture—no doubt a detail I will become fond of as time goes on. Hell, I already like it. Gives the book a classical feel—such a delightful thing, don’t you agree? But I digress. Today was just full of ventures

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For such a turning point in my life, the night I acquired a certain item is cemented in my mind only because of how mundane it was. I didn’t chance upon a dusty tome buried amidst a pile of moldering books in a university library nor did I chance upon a madman with a basket of trinkets in a Bangladeshi backstreet. I was sat in my underwear, lit only by a dull blue glow from my computer monitor,

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I love my mice ever so much. You see, I own a little colony containing hundreds of mice, all finely bred and engineered in this very laboratory. But these are no ordinary lab mice, as they’ve advanced far past crawling through mazes for food. What began as a small nest of captured specimens from the wilderness - cold, hungry, struggling for survival - has grown into a brilliant hive that defies

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Five hundred twenty six dollars and thirty four cents. This is my paycheck after two weeks of full-time employment at the Thrift-Sak. It’s enough to pay the rent, two tanks of gas, and the car insurance on my jalope of a ride. My apartment is a complete shit-hole. When Sandra used to come over, she told me that the cockroaches were complaining. She was always kind of funny like that until she

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I used to use the computer a lot. I would stay up late just surfing the web, playing games I’d beaten long ago. I guess it became an obsession. It got so bad that I would stay up till midnight just doing nothing. I tried to stop. Sometimes I could manage to go to sleep early, but lately I’ve never been in bed before eleven. It’s weird, I never feel like this during the day. I can handle not being

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In the dark past before history began, humanity learned to fear. Huddled in the darkness on the plains of Africa, our earliest ancestors listened as lions stalked through the night around them. Deep in the caves of Europe, later men kept watch around their fires in the snowy winter, telling stories of horrors living hidden in the gloom outside. In the Middle East, just as the Sumerians began to

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A gentle breeze blew through the little valley, pushing the perfectly formed clouds leisurely across the sky. The tall, green grass echoed the movement in the sky above, swaying gently as the cool sunlight reached across to the distant horizon. Birds sang soothingly in a tree atop a slight hill, casting shade upon a lone figure. He shifted slightly in his sleep, and gradually awoke. The man stood

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And I am always with you. I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born. And I followed you home. I was with you always, your constant companion.

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We’ve all felt it. You’re up late. Working, studying, watching a movie, reading on the computer. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, it’s the feeling you get. You’re tired, your eyes burn and have the gritty feeling you get after not sleeping for a while. Ok you can’t go crawl into bed right now, but close your eyes for a couple minutes? Try to get a little moisture back into your eyes.

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Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy

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Even as the sun vanishes behind the tall, impossibly green trees and the rain forest around me fades into darkness, the air feels unbearably hot. I can’t walk anymore tonight. I’ll have to find a place to sleep. The leather pouch that the mystic gave me just before I left the village hangs heavily from a loop on my belt, knocking against my leg softly with each step that I take. He insisted

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There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay

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Still no messages on my phone. I guess he wasn’t going to call me back after all. I can’t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn’t the only one watching him, that’s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile…his smile.I would die for that smile.Still no

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The native villagers around these parts say that there’s a stretch of tundra just north of here that is occupied by benevolent spirits. These spirits grant insight and warning to whoever visits them at night, once the sun has disappeared entirely and left the world in jet darkness. I drove out to the middle of the frozen expanse of ice and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever commanded

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December 10th, 2003 My frozen hands tremble as I fumble to work my little butane lighter. The tips of my fingers are raw and bloodied already, and I wince in pain with every failed attempt to spark a flame. Finally, I achieve a jittery fire which impatiently dances atop the lighter. I carefully lower it to my pile of kindling, and the fire cautiously creeps out and spreads until it is a healthy

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Istanbul, TurkeyAugust09:12:09 AMI am at a small outdoor cafe just a few hundred yards from the teeming throng of a morning market, just in sight of the Bosporus. I love this city, and all its thick and violent contradictions. The rising heat of the day is already causing the linen of my suit to cling to my legs.I awoke last night with a change of heart; you are owed an explanation, and even a

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Kizimecca's Art KIZIMECCA's Bottomless Stratum of Mental OscillationThe Japanese artist Kizimecca's website has a list of his works that include stuff like "murder scene photos" in a ruined building, photos of a dead animal, and paintings that depict dismembered and tortured human beings. In one interview Kizimecca says his works don't reflect his inner desire to torture and murder people but

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A scary ghost car is a haunted vehicle that appears and disappears at the spot where an accident occurred. There are said to be many ghost cars haunting the lonely and eerie stretches of highway in the USA. Some cars are said to be haunted by the ghost of the former owner, who died mysteriously in a crash. Their ghostly spirit sometimes appears in the passenger seat and on occasion, can cause

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A ghost is spotted among the cemetery headstones in a mexican graveyard. Watch the video and see for yourself.

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Video of the blue ghost captured on video at a gas station in Parma, Ohio.Gas Station Ghost Blue Mist

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Video of a ghost under a subway car. Watch closely and you can make out the ghost’s face staring up from beneath the train carriage.Subway Ghost Footage

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A Pink Lady Ghost is photographed in a haunted house in England. Watch the video and find out more about this pink lady.

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Watch this ghost video where an evil skull is caught on camera. Ghost hunters capture the image of a ghost appearing in the form of a hooded skull.Evil Skull Ghost Photo

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Ghost photo taken in a theater reveals a haunting apparition sitting in the audience. Watch this ghost video and be amazed.

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Japanese Ghost Girl

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This is the true story of the Grinning Skull of Burton Agnes Hall in Yorkshire. It is the story of a young girl’s skull and how it came to be bricked up in the walls of this old mansion. The story of the Grinning Skull A young lady called Anne Griffith who lived in Burton Agnes Hall, was walking home from a nearby village. As she came close to her house, she was stopped on the road by a pair of

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Kings Island Amusement Park in Cincinnati, Ohio is one of the oldest theme parks in the country. But few people know about the ghosts that inhabit the park. The most famous ghost at Kings Island is called Tower Johnny, and is most often seen near the Eiffel Tower. Some people also claim to see him looking back at them from the Tower’s observation deck, or hanging around the fountain in front of

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Kings Park Psychiatric Center is an abandoned mental home in New York that is believed to be haunted. It was built in 1885 to treat the insane and mentally ill. At that time, it was called Kings Park Lunatic Asylum. The mental patients endured horrible medical procedures like brain lobotomies and electric shock treatment. It is rumored that many patients were either murdered by other inmates and

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This is the true story of a haunted hotel room in Oregon. The hotel owners have tried to hush up the story for fear that no one will visit their establishment, but the name of it is The Oregon Caves Chateau. A woman was driving back to her home in California from Washington to California. It was late evening and snow had begun to fall before she finally reached the little Oregon town where she

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In Burlington, Connecticut, the Green Lady Cemetery is haunted by the ghost of a woman who drowned in the nearby swamp. According to local legend, a woman named Elizabeth lived with her husband in the house next to the cemetery. During a particularly bad winter the husband left their house to get food and supplies. Unfortunately the storm was so bad that he was delayed for a few hours.

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This is the true story of the Haunted Painting, the most bizarre and frightening tale I’ve heard in quite a while. In February, 2000, the haunted painting was put up for sale on eBay and an auction begun. Today, many wonder if it was a true story, or a marketing ploy. Item 251789217 was it’s name on eBay, but it quickly became known on the Internet as “The Haunted eBay Painting.” The item

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Graceland Cemetery in Chicago, Illinois is supposedly haunted by the ghost of a little girl and a menacing hooded statue. One of the strangest stories reported at Graceland Cemetery is that of a life-sized statue memorializing a 6-year-old girl named Inez Clarke who was struck and killed by lightning while on a family picnic. Her parents, stunned by the tragic loss, commissioned a life-size

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The Brown Lady Ghost of Raynham Hall has been seen quite a few times over the years. She is called the “Brown Lady” due to the brown brocade dress that the ghost has often been seen wearing while wandering the halls and staircase of Raynham Hall. This incredible photo of the Brown Lady was published in British magazine Country Life, on 26th December 1936. The image reportedly shows a ghost

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This photograph of the Ghost Girl was taken as Wem Town Hall burned to the ground in Shropshire, UK in 1995. At the time, nobody saw this girl standing in the doorway of the burning building. Onlookers were stopped by police and firefighters from approaching the burning town hall. It was only after the fire that the photo was developed and the photographer discovered the ghostly image of the

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Summerwind is one of the most haunted locations in Wisconsin. Back in the 1900s it was called Lamont Mansion and a man called Robert Lamont lived there with his wife. Lamont lived in Summerwind for approximately 15 years, during which time the maids told Lamont that the mansion was haunted, but he did not believe them. However, one evening, he and his wife were eating dessert in the kitchen,

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The curse of the Crying Boy Painting. In 1988, a mysterious explosion destroyed the home of the Amos family in Heswall, England. When firemen sifted through the burnt-out shell of the house, they found a framed picture, entitled ‘The Crying Boy’, which was a portrait of an angelic-looking boy with a sorrowful expression and a tear rolling down his cheek. But the picture was not even singed by the

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It was a cold night at the end of March.A man sat praying in front of a delivery room."Please God, save my wife and child."The man's wife was having a Cesarean section. She had always been physically frail, and they didn't know if she could survive the operation.Throughout the night, the man continued to pray for his wife and unborn baby...After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the

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Death has been in and around the Riddle House since it was built in the early 1900s. First used as a funeral parlor, and later as a private residence, the home has seen its share of tragedy. But what makes this haunt even more perplexing? In the 1980s, the house was moved across town and it would seem from many modern-day reports that the angry ghost who dwells here has moved with it. The man

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I cannot claim credit to all these stories, I just post them here.The ones I did write I will leave a comment on.http://www.scaryforkids.comhttp://www.scaryforkids.comhttp://www.scaryforkids.com

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There are two Red Lion hotels in England that are known for some of their strange occurrences in the local community. When it comes to haunted pubs, England has more than its fair share. At the Red Lion Hotel, located in Colchester, Essex, England, there are two different ghosts haunting the premises. The first is a young girl named Alice Mellor who has chosen her haunting grounds within the

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The old MGM hotel in Las Vegas burned to the ground on Nov. 21, 1980 in one of the most fatal hotel fires in United States history. Bally’s Hotel and Casino was later built at the site of this tragedy, and although nothing of the original MGM remains, the spirits of the people who died so tragically in 1980 are said to haunt Bally’s to this day. During the fire at the MGM Hotel, 84 people who

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The Anchorage Hotel in Alaska has so many ghost sightings that it actually keeps a log of paranormal activity. Many guests have shared their ghostly encounters. On the second floor of the hotel, guests have reported that they have witnessed the curtains rumble. The shower curtain also sways back and forth, and the picture over the mantelpiece has reportedly flown across the room and hit the

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The Skirvin Hotel in Oklahoma City has a tragic history of haunting. Not everything in the history of the Skirvin Hotel was bright and shiny. There is, according to legend, a young maid named Effie had an affair with the hotel’s owner, Bill Skirvin. When the man wouldn’t leave his wife, Effie fell into a fit of despair. She took her baby in her arms and jumped out of the hotel’s seventh story

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In Surf City, New Jersey there was a hotel known as “The Mansion of Health”. It was built in 1822 in an area of Long Beach Island once known as “The Great Swamp”. The Mansion was the largest building in Surf City and its most impressive feature was a balcony that ran along the entire top floor. One of the worst storms in New Jersey history battered Long Beach Island in April, 1854. A ship

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The Bullock Hotel in Deadwood, South Dakota is haunted by the ghost of Seth Bullock, the first sheriff in the lawless town of Deadwood. At that time, the town was infamous for gunfights, barroom brawls and murder. In 1896, the Sheriff built the Bullock Hotel and he died in room 211 in 1919. Some say his ghost never left. Hotel staff have reported seeing the ghost of Sheriff Bullock wandering the

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The Fenton Hotel in Michigan is haunted by a number of creepy ghosts and freaky paranormal events. In the Fenton Hotel bar, a waitress was standing at her work station one evening when one of the wine glasses suddenly flew off its perch and sailed across the bar, crashing and breaking against the wall. The waitress also heard a disembodied voice calling her name and felt something brush against

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The Hollywood Roosevelt is one of the most famous haunted hotels in America. This California hotel is reputedly haunted by the ghosts of Marilyn Monroe and Montgomery Clift. The Hollywood Roosevelt, named after President Teddy Roosevelt, opened in 1927. The Roosevelt is another homage to a bygone era. During its heyday, the hotel was the center of Hollywood and served as the location for the

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The Hotel del Coronado is a haunted hotel in San Diego, California. One of America’s most beautiful resorts is also one of its most haunted.Room 302 - The Ghost of Kate Morgan The most popular story is about the “Beautiful Stranger”, Kate Morgan. She and her husband Tom ran a con game in the late 1800’s. They would ride the trains going from town to town posing as brother and sister. Kate was

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Amargosa Hotel in Death Valley is a haunted hotel and opera house. It was built in 1923 in a Spanish Colonial style. Today, it is said to be haunted by a number of spirits who called this home during its mining days. Room 24 of the Amargosa Hotel is where guests always complain of hearing the ghostly sounds of a crying child during the night. When they call the manager, they are told that there

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The Crescent Hotel, located in historic Eureka Springs Arkansas, is often called America’s most haunted hotel and it’s famously haunted room is number 218. The Crescent Hotel was built in 1886 and has served as a hotel, experimental cancer hospital, and community college over its history. Abandoned for several years in the 1940s the hotel was restored to its Victorian opulence in 1972.

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The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park, Colorado is the most famous haunted hotel in America. The Stanley Hotel may seem familiar, especially if you’re a Stephen King fan. King was staying here when he developed the idea for his book The Shining. Later, the television miniseries based on the book was filmed at the Stanley. Even more interesting than its connection to Hollywood is the Stanley Hotel’s

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Delamar is an abandoned ghost town in the state of Nevada. Gold was discovered there in 1889 and prospectors came from all over the United States to make their fortunes. Little did they know that the town of Delamar would cause their deaths. The gold in the Delamar mines was embedded in quartzite rock. Mining the gold from the quartzite created a dust that the miners called “Dagger Dust” because

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Bannack is a ghost town in Montana. In 1862, gold was discovered in the creek waters where Bannack stands today. In addition to its reputation for gold, Bannack also quickly gained a reputation for lawlessness. The roads in and out of town were home to dozens of outlaws, and killings were frequent. Indians also attacked the town and the townspeople, to keep their children safe, hid them in

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Bachelors Grove is a haunted cemetery that has been abandoned since 1965. This ghost photo of a woman sitting on a grave stone was captured there. This remarkable photo, taken in Bachelor’s Grove in 1991, is one of the most famous paranormal pictures. It was taken during an investigation by a group of Ghost Research Society members. The picture is a black and white infrared shot taken of an area

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Burkitsville is a haunted town in Maryland that is home to Civil War ghosts and a strange bird-like creature. The town of Burkitsville was founded in 1824 by Joshua Harley and Henry Burkitt. In 1875, the community was terrorized by a creature they called a Snallygaster. Locals described it as a half-reptile, half-bird creature with octopus limbs, and a metallic beak lined with razor-sharp teeth.

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Devils Den in Gettysburg is one of the most haunted spots on the battlefield. It is a rocky area full of massive boulders that really does look like a lion’s den. Many sightings of ghosts have taken place here. Devils Den was already a haunted spot even before the battle of Gettysburg. Native Americans say that another huge battle took place here many years before, earning the area the name “

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St Elmo is a ghost town in Colorado. The discovery of gold and silver in 1880 brought many people to the area. One of those people was Anna Stark and her children, Annabelle, Roy and Tony. The Stark family owned the Home Comfort Hotel. When the gold and silver mines began to dry up, people began to leave the town. Soon the only people left were the Stark family. In 1934, Roy Stark passed away

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Drawbridge is a very small ghost town on the outskirts of San Jose near San Francisco Bay. In 1876 it consisted of a single dwelling but gradually it grew into a small town. Drawbridge began as a gaming village. With the 1920’s and prohibition, the town boomed for a while as people rode special trains out to Drawbridge. However it was essentially abandoned in the 1930’s with the end of

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The Goldfield Hotel is a haunted hotel located in the tiny town of Goldfield, Nevada, located halfway between Las Vegas and Reno. In its heyday, when gold was discovered in the area, the hotel entertained all manner of affluent guests. However, as the gold rush began to dry up, so did the town. The Goldfield Hotel was built in 1908 over a disused mine shaft. At the time Goldfield was a thriving

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Bodie is a ghost town in California. W.S. Bodie discovered gold here back in 1859. Unfortunately he died in a snow storm that winter and never saw the town that took on his name. Bodie was abandoned some years later when the gold mine played out. Bodie is now a cursed town, inhabited only by ghosts. The ghosts of Bodie guard against thieves and protect its treasures. It’s the Bodie Curse. If you

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Resurrection Mary is a famous urban legend about Archer Avenue in Chicago, Illinois. She has been seen on numerous occasions near Resurrection Cemetery wearing a long, white, flowing gown. Back in 1930, a young woman named Mary attended a dance and had an argument with her boyfriend. Mary ran out into the night and hitchhiked down Archer Avenue on that cold winter night. She was hit by a car

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The Mothman is an unexplained creature with large red eyes and large wings like a moth. It was made famous by the 2002 movie The Mothman Prophecies and has appeared before major world disasters. The creature often appears to have no head, with red eyes set into its chest. It has been photographed and been seen by eyewitnesses and has chased and harassed a number of people.The first sighting of

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Myrtles Plantation in Louisiana is haunted by ghosts of the restless dead. Ghost photos have been taken there and Ghost Hunters claim to have captured footage of a haunting spirit. Built on Indian burial ground, The Myrtles has seen more than its share of tragedy. Chloe, a young house slave, had the unfortunate habit of eavesdropping on the plantation owner’s plans. One time, she was caught,

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Knock Knock is a scary Urban Legend about a young boy and his sister who are left home alone when their parents go out for the night. As their mother was leaving, she they told her children not to open the door under any circumstances. If anyone knocks, don’t answer it, she told them. But the boy and his sister didn’t pay attention to their mother’s warning. They thought she was being too

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Monkeys For Sale is a weird funny story about a boy who buys some cheap monkeys in a pet shop and brings them home. I saw a sign in the window of the pet store. It read “mONKEYS fOR sALE”. The store was selling them for five cents apiece. I thought that was odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I bought 200. I like monkeys. I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one

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The Crazy Lady is a scary tale about a hunter who lives in a cabin, deep in the woods. One day, he comes across a beautiful young woman who may not be what she seems. Bob had been out in the woods all day, hunting for deer. When he got back to his little cabin, it was almost dark and he was shocked to find the front door was standing open. Cautiously, he crept into the cabin and was surprised to

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Crazy Bus is a short scary story about a boy who takes a ride on a strange bus and gets the fright of his life. For years, my parents had told me about the crazy bus crash that happened near our house years ago. One morning, just days before I was born, my mother had been out in the garden, plucking weeds, when she heard a horrible noise. It was a series of high pitched screams, then a

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