#scary things

[finntheehumaneater]

FUCK IT, GUYS. IT’S SPOOKY TIME. GO BE GAY AND SPOOKY.

#Halloween #spooky season #spooky #scary things #go and dress up spooky and if people judge you just tie them up in your basement

[thatsbelievable]

#Did You Know? #facts #trivia #scary things #unreality

[heretherebedork]

Honest statement? This is not comforting. Old school BL? Not my comfort.

Even more worrisome, tbh.

Four books condensed into one 16 episodes series? Untrustworthy.

I mean, I'm still looking forward to it.

But with slightly more trepidation now.

More worries unlocked.

#we are the series #we are series #bl drama #bl series #thai series #thaibl #asianlgbtqdramas #thai drama #asian lgbtq dramas #thai bl series #thai bl drama #thai bl #scary things

[rwby-confess]

Confession #64

#rwby #philosophicalpug #nora valkyrie #scary things

[thebutcherbingo]

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(pshh! Pieces as in word count)

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@thebigbangblogproject

#The butcher bingo #Horror #Scary things #multifandom event #multifandom bingo #Bingo event #halloween

[sophiewagentje]

So today there was a pretty shocking shooting in/around a hospital in my city and it’s just scary and incomprehensible. I went to high school on the other side of the street and I’ve been in that hospital a lot these past years and the thought that I could’ve been there or someone I care about is terrifying tbh. That man brought so many people in danger for no apparent reason.. he killed three people, set fire to an apartment and a room in the hospital and parts of the hospital had to be evacuated. There are images of bed bound sick people on the street and just the idea alone that that could’ve been my mom just a few years ago is sickening. The whole idea is sickening and I don’t believe I’ve ever been this shocked and upset over something that happened in this city. I really hope none of my followers where there and if someone who reads this was, I wish you all the strength there is to deal with this🫶🏼

#I needed to get this of my chest #im just shocked honestly #scary things #soph’s rambles

[swywtsaltss]

Shitting my pants

#byler #scary things #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #will byers is gay #gay!!!!

[onejellyfishplease]

Roseate Spoonbill (/threat)

Potoo attack

#srsly look them up #scary things #asks #anon asks

[echoesofadventure]

Yesterday I did the thing that I have been scared to do for 20 years.

I went to the dentist.

I know it's not that big of a deal for some people....

But I was taken to the dentist once growing up, at the age of 17. My dental health was neglected my entire childhood.

I have lived my adult life not wanting to smile, hating my smile. Hating the snaggle tooth and crooked bottom teeth. It's my biggest insecurity. More than being obese, my teeth have made me feel subhuman.

So I went to the dentist, because it's time for me to realize my full power. I have control over my mind AND my physical body.

I got a referral to an orthodontist and I'm gonna fix my teeth.

Oh, and I had 4 cavities. After 20 years. I'm pretty stoked about that.

#personal #adulting #scary things

[the-monsters-in-1870]

Monster(1) ((red hallway))

#monster #weird #horror #weird monster #scary things #thing #monster thing #drawing #draw #first post

[yours-trudy]

Sorry, no black cat for Halloween. We'll try this some other time!

Look, I could say this year's proper Halloween arc featuring Sandra and Trudy as the River City Girls was coincidental to someone who dropped an ask mentioning that these girls could cosplay as them and that it was entirely my idea, but I'll be fair and send kudos to cyberdiesel who also had the same realisation.

#Yours Trudy #webcomic #comics #artists on tumblr #comics on tumblr #164 #halloween #scary things

[v01dthefae]

Please I beg of you if y’all agree with this lemme know.

I fucking hate zombies.

Like I don’t fear them it’s just that the general way they are portrayed pisses me off.

Please! Someone explain how is it even feasible. If it’s a virus then why would the dead be affected? It just isn’t possible. If it was a disease then it would affect living beings and be more like mad cow disease or that one fungi that takes over the minds of unsuspecting animals. Or maybe more like The Last of Us but I’m not in that fandom so idk bout that.

Now if it was a paranormal thriller then I get it affecting the dead. They would be reanimated by any strong emotions but predominantly rage and anger.

Then there is the issue of looks. Not all zombies are gonna be at the same level of deterioration. Some are gonna be fresh and others bordering on just being skeletons with a hint of grey matter left.

But then there is the way the virus is spread and how people are turned. It should not take two minutes for a bite to infect a human. Even bug bites don’t do that. The only time it would act that fast is if the person was bit near the heart because it would be close to the main pump. That would make everything speed up. But if it’s on an arm or leg then it would take time to spread so you would have time to amputate the limb and save yourself.

If a human is but they wouldn’t immediately start rotting and losing chunks of flesh that’s just illogical. The changes would be slow.

Zombies would rely on smell. This is because eyes are the first thing to go on a dead person because of animals like crows, ravens, buzzards, or even insects. They target eyes because they are soft and full of nutrients that are needed for them to live. But the first sense a human loses when dying is usually hearing so it’s safe to assume that zombies would have shitty hearing. Like yeah they can hear but it’s like being under water. Like 6 feet under water.

With touch the nerve endings are shot after the first death. Hence why zombies don’t feel actual pain. So touch is not a leading factor in being found by zombies.

Scent is the biggest thing with them because they call smell the difference between a zombie, which has rotting flesh and stagnant blood, and a living human, flowing blood and lively flesh, because humans are just like that. The only way to not be detected is by smelling like a zombie.

Now if the zombie does have eyes then they are like a T-Rex in the sense that they see movement. They are practically blind other than when you move.

Also they don’t go for the brain like old stereotypes say. No it’s a hive mind that just wants to spread. Biting, scratching, being eaten, or anything that involves getting the DNA of a zombie in your blood stream/body is just the thing you want to avoid.

Honestly tics me off how zombies have so much potential but it’s more of a throw away monster where people only see it as a back up option for shitty Halloween costumes.

#biggest horror pet peeve #zombies #horror ideas #scary things #zombie facts #just my opion #probably an unpopular opinion really #I could go on about this for a good long while #I’m so peeved about this this #makes me so made

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Any of y'all know why someone would randomly leave an empty white paint can (the paint is white, not the can) in the middle of our backyard sometime in the nighttime?

It's placed right-side up, on the left side of the yard, literally like right in the middle. And no one in the house put it there. We don't have a full fence in our backyard so it's all kinda open. Technically, anyone can get in. But for the life of me I can't figure out why on earth they would leave this random ass paint can in the middle of our yard, like what?? I don't know, I was just wondering if any of y'all had any ideas

The can is empty, btw. My stepdad picked it up and it very much seemed to be empty, but the lid is on it. He put it back where we found it, though, we didn't remove it from its spot. Wanna keep an eye on it and see what happens.

I may or may not also be extra worried about it because of the fact that last night, I had a break in scare. I was home alone and someone came banging on the door or our porch. I messaged my mom about it, she just told me to make sure the doors were locked, which they were. Everything went back to normal for about 5 or 6 minutes before it happened again, but much worse this time. It sounded like more than a bang, it sounded like someone was actively trying everything in their power to get into the house by breaking down our front door. So I locked myself in our bathroom and messaged my mom again, told her that it happened again and I would like for them to please come home immediately. They did. It didn't happen again after that second time. The first time it was two bangs, the second time it was one really big bang. They got home after about 5ish minutes, I think, and when they got here, they didnt see anything unusual or out of place, no people hanging around in our front yard or porch or anything. They saw this pizza delivery guy next door and assumed he had come to the wrong house and kept knocking until finally realizing he was at the wrong house. They think it's all perfectly fine and resolved, "Oh, it was just the pizza guy. You've got good instincts though!" But no, that couldn't of been the pizza guy. There is no reason for a pizza guy to do that. There was not any knocking on the door, someone was banging on it. I have never heard banging like that in real life, ever.

So, yeah, anyone got any ideas on what that paint can is there for?

#purple_strxnger #story time #storytime #scary events #scary things #have happened in the last 24 hours #less than that actually #more like 17 #weird things #weird shit #weird #random #thoughts #i dont know how tf to tag this lmao

[richricciardo]

The Changelling

Mystery - Thriller - Deformed - Spooky

A cool breeze filtered into the room through the half-open window. I puffed thoughtfully on my cigarillo. My partner, Conrad LeFontain, sat in the corner, reading something on his tablet. I was never much for them things; too much technology these days.

“Mail call!” said a voice from outside.

“Howdy Perry,” I said, inclining my head to the lanky, middle-aged postman.

“Howdy, Walter, Conrad,” replied the postman, tipping his pith helmet. “You’ll never guess what happened today!”

Perry was known for telling tall tales, which most people thought he’d fabricated. Conrad and I knew better. Perry rarely just made stuff up, no matter how fantastic.

“What happened, Perry?” asked Conrad, sitting up in his aging recliner.

“Another hell-hole opened up on my mail route!” replied Perry excitedly.

“Great. Another one” said Conrad with exasperation. We were all the time having to close them things.

“Where?” I asked.

“It’s on McElwaine Way, past Dead Horse road.”

“We’ll take care of it,” I said.

“You going to the class of 2008 reunion?” asked Perry. I cringed.

“Probably not,” I answered, taking another puff of my cigarillo.

“Why not?” asked the postman.

“I got my reasons.”

“Well, I’ll be there, seeing as the wife’s a math teacher,” said Perry.

“I figured as much,” I said.

“It ain’t too late to change your mind,” said Perry. “Well, see you around... the bend.”

“Good day to ya, Perry,” I said.

Perry went off on his merry way.

“Well, we got a hell-hole to fill in,” said Conrad.

We gathered up our equipment and put it in the back of our old jeep. I started the engine, and we puttered down the road to McElwaine Way.

“You getting any vibes?” I asked.

“Yup,” replied Conrad. “There’s a dark energy vortex coming around this next curve.”

This region had been prone to hell-holes since at least the late 19th century. It probably started with the supposed Corn-Man cult in Crooked Horn, just on the other side of the hills from North Fork.

I parked the jeep along the side of the road. We got out and took our equipment out of the back. It didn’t take us long to find the hell-hole. The black circle opened in the forest floor, waiting for someone to fall in... or out.

I sprinkled salt around the edge of the hole. Conrad then took out the holy water and tossed some of it inside the hole while praying in Latin. The hole slowly closed.

“Do you think anything got out?” I asked.

“Possibly,” said Conrad. “I’m still getting some dark vibes on the other side of those trees.”

“Well, we better investigate that,” I said.

Conrad had a special power; he was able to see and sense things no one else could. His ability to see into the spiritual dimension has proven incredibly valuable to me throughout our partnership. He can pick up a trail of dark energy like a bloodhound. No one knows exactly how his powers work, not even Conrad. He simply calls it a gift.

I followed closely behind him through the forest. Given my unusual heritage, I too could sense things weren’t quite right. We came to a clearing in the forest that was marked off by police tape.

“Hello,” said Conrad.

We looked into the property on the other side of the tape. It was one of the little houses that one finds in these parts, with red, wooden siding. County Sheriff’s vehicles were parked along the road and deputies were coming in and out of the house. I saw Julia there, of course. She had blue rubber gloves on and was taking notes on a tiny notepad. Her long, sleek, black hair was in a bun on the back of her head as usual. I walked under the police tape.

“Walter, what are you doing?!” asked Conrad.

“I’m gonna talk to Julia,” I replied.

“She gonna be pissed!” he warned.

“What else is new?”

“Deputy!” I called as I swaggered across the lawn to Julia, who scarcely looked up from her notebook. “What brings you out here on this fine September day?”

Julia scowled at me.

“Walter, what are you doing here?” she asked. Her voice dripped with annoyance.

“Just closed a hell-hole,” I replied, “How about you?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” She’s cute when she’s mad.

“What happened here?” I inquired.

“None of your business!”

“Oh, Walter!” said Sheriff Donne, as he ambled out of the house. “I might need your help with this.”

“Sheriff!” protested Julia, “he’s intruding on an official investigation!”

“I’ll say when he’s intruding, deputy,” replied the sheriff. “Come on in, Walt. You too, Conrad.”

The walls and floor of the small cottage were splattered with blood. Furniture, appliances, books, and other articles littered the floor.

“What the Sam Hill?!” I exclaimed.

“Where’s the body?” asked Conrad.

“Follow me,” said Sheriff Donne.

He led us to the coroner’s van, where a body bag lay, waiting for transport. He partially unzipped the bag so we could see the face of the victim. His skin was pale; paler even than a dead body would be normally. His throat was sliced open with a knife.

“I don’t see anything supernatural about any of this,” said Julia.

“Julia, people don’t just up and cut each other’s throats around here!” said the sheriff.

“Hmm,” I said, scratching my close-cropped beard. Something about this seemed familiar. What was it?

“This ringin’ any bells for either of you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said the Sheriff, “Can’t quite remember why. I’ll check the old case files and give you a call if I find anything.”

“Thanks, Sheriff.”

Conrad and I started walking back to our jeep. My brain was flooded with memories from high school; the names, the faces, the terrible things that happened that sent me on the path I now trod. I was not going to that damn reunion.

I thought about the events of that day as we sat at the supper table enjoyed the beef stew my Ma made. My Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Mary Lou sat across from me. My cousin Katherine sat to my left, Conrad to my right. I ate my bread and stew in silence while Uncle Jimmy recounted something that happened to him in the Gulf War.

“You going to the reunion, Walt?” asked Uncle Jimmy.

I Looked up at him and swallowed a mouthful of stew

“Nope,” I said, returning to my meal.

“Why not?” he pressed. I gave him an expression that was probably akin to Dirty Harry as he was asking a criminal if he felt lucky.

“High school was a waking nightmare, Uncle Jimmy,” I said. “I’d rather it be forgotten.”

“It can’t have been that bad,” said Katherine, brushing a lock of hair away from her face.

“Try going through what I go through every full moon and see how bad it is,” I said.

“Try being a girl,” she retorted.

“She’s got ya there, Walter,” said Ma.

“Turning a wolf is a great way to ruin a date,” I said.

“I wasn’t aware you dated in high school,” said Katherine.

“Katherine...” said Aunt Mary Lou, raising one eyebrow. She could say more with one eyebrow than most people could in five minutes of conversation.

“We got any pie?” asked Conrad, changing the subject.

“That we do, Conrad,” said Aunt Mary Lou. Aunt Mary Lou wasn’t the best cook in the mountain country, but one thing she knew was pie. As she was getting up to get said dessert, a melody emanated from my vest pocket. I took my phone out.

“Walter, you know the rule about phones at supper,” said Ma.

I went out on the back porch to take the call.

“Ulric, paranormal private detective, how can I help you?”

“Walter,” said Julia. “I think you were right about this.”

“Right about what?” I asked. Julia rarely admitted I was right about anything, so I needed to savor the moment.

“The body... it didn’t have a single drop of blood in it.”

“That’s not natural,” I said, making an understatement to hide anxiety.

“I just... figured you should know.”

“You gonna be alright?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she replied. She wasn’t fine.

“Well, gimme a call if there are any more developments.”

“I will. Goodnight, Walter.”

It was a Friday morning as the red sun rose over North Fork. Conrad and I had returned to the crime scene to find any more clues to the creature’s identity.

“This is a bad idea, man,” said Conrad, as I jimmied the lock on the old house.

“Look, there’s a monster loose in North Fork, and we're gonna track it down and send it back to where it came from,” I said.

Conrad cleared his throat and tapped my shoulder. I turned my head to see Julia standing behind us. Her arms were crossed, her lip was curled.

“I thought you two would come back here,” she said. She produced a key and opened the door for us.

We walked inside, carefully looking at the evidence.

“Is there anything in here that could tell us what that thing is?” I asked.

“Could be a vampire,” offered Conrad.

“Naw,” I replied, “Vampires don’t use knives, normally.”

Father McKay’s ringtone started playing in my vest. I answered the call.

“What can I do for ya, Steve?” given that we’d known each other since middle school and he knew I meant no disrespect.

“Walter,” he replied, “something’s come up. I need to see you at your office.”

“I’ll be right there,” I said, hanging up.

“Gotta go,” I said.

“But Walter, I need you on this!” protested Julia.

“Conrad can help you, I gotta talk to an old friend.”

The minister was waiting outside for me when I arrived. He was pale as a sheet.

“Steve,” I said, “You’re bleached!”

“I know,” he replied. “I barely slept last night.”

“Come in, you better have a seat.”

We sat down in my office, and I reached into my desk drawer where I kept a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses. The priest gladly took the glass.

“Now,” I said, “What happened that’s gotten ya looking like that?”

“I saw... Francesca last night” replied Steve.

My blood ran cold at the mention of that name. Francesca Kilkenny, “Franky” to us, was Steve’s high school sweetheart until she disappeared into the woods one day. We searched for days until someone found her. Except what they found wasn’t Franky. It looked like her and sounded like her, but it wasn’t her. She’d been replaced by something horrible. It would slowly drain the life-force of a willing victim until he was nothing by a husk. That nearly happened to Steve. An unwilling victim it would just kill. It was the first thing I banished to the dark dimension. It must’ve come back into our dimension through the hell-hole. Everything made sense, now.

“You’re sure of that?” I asked.

“I thought I’d been seeing things when I saw her walking along the side of the road, but then I saw the news.”

I took a sip of my whiskey.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“Track it down, then I’ll probably have to put it down.”

“You okay with that?” asked the priest.

“I don’t have a choice,” I replied. “That’s not Franky. It might look like her, but as far as we’re concerned, she died ten years ago.”

Steve looked like he was going to break down crying. He’d been carrying the memory of what happened for a long time.

I put on my Sunday clothes. My hair was brushed, and my beard groomed for once. My revolver, loaded with silver bullets, was nestled in my shoulder holster. I topped it all off with my best suede jacket.

“Where are you off to?” asked Katherine.

“High school reunion,” I replied.

“I thought you weren’t going.”

“Changed my mind.”

My boots clunked on the front steps of Julia’s place. The door opened, and there she was, her dark, Shawnee hair was all braided and dolled up. She wore a pretty floral dress and a nice pair of boots. I stared at her longer than I probably should have.

“What?” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

“You clean up good, Julia,” I replied.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Probably the first time she complimented my appearance. We got in the jeep and drove to the high school. Conrad sat in the backseat.

“What makes you so certain it’ll be at the reunion?” asked Julia.

“Vibe,” said Conrad.

“Conrad’s rarely wrong,” I added, pulling into the nearly packed parking area.

“Stay here,” I said to Conrad.

“Dude!” he replied.

“You didn’t go to high school in North Fork; what are you supposed to be? My date?”

With that, Conrad consented.

Matilda Wankle, my old math teacher, greeted us as we entered the gym.

“Oh, hello Walter, I didn’t think you were coming!” she said.

“Well, I changed my mind,” I replied.

“Julia, I didn’t think you were part of the class of 2008,” said Matilda.

“I was a year behind,” said Julia, “but I couldn’t let Walter go alone.”

“Isn’t that sweet,” said Matilda. “Well, y’all have a good time there.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Wankle,” said Julia.

The place was packed with old school mates. Some of them waved at me or gave me a high-five; some just nodded. Most looked at Julia. The DJ played 3 Doors Down as we mingled.

“Okay, what now, Walter?” asked Julia.

“We watch and we wait,” I replied.

“Howdy, Walt!” said a voice from behind. Perry Wankle stood there in a blue blazer and a Hawaiian shirt; his standard attire for such events.

“Didn’t think you were coming to this shindig.”

“Ma changed my mind,” I replied.

“Well, help yourself to some punch! Made it myself!”

I took the punch glass from Perry. It smelled peculiar.

“Perry, is this...?”

“White lightning?” said Perry, quietly as he could. “You didn’t hear it from me.”

And away he danced. It was an open secret that Perry owned a still, but the sheriff turned a blind eye.

I scanned the crowd again. Then I saw it. It was talking to Barton Baxter, formerly the captain of the football team and my arch enemy. Barton waved at me and smiled that idiotic smile. I approached them, with Julia close behind.

“Howdy, Baxter,” I said.

“Ulric, how’s things?” he said. “Still chasing shadows?”

“Yep,” I replied.

“You remember Franky, right?” he said, gesturing its direction.

“Hi, Walt,” it said, looking at me through evil eyes.

“Hi, Franky,” I responded. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been well.”

It had a predatory look in its eye.

“I don’t think you know Julia,” I said, trying to act natural.

“Hi,” said Julia, “I was a year behind the rest of y’all.”

“How much did he pay you?” jeered Barton. I thought maybe he’d grown up since school. He hadn’t.

“Excuse me?” said Julia.

“Well, you didn’t just come here with this wacko,” replied Barton.

“You got something to say, Baxter, just say it,” I said. My eyes were like daggers.

“Are you implying that I’m some kind of call girl?” said Julia, placing her hands on her hips.

“I’m not implying anything,” said Barton, putting his hands up.

“Listen, buster,” said Julia, “Who I go out with is my business. Walter didn’t have to ‘buy’ my time. All he did was ask. I said yes, because, unlike you, Walter is a gentleman.”

Barton Baxter stood there in stunned silence. The thing that looked like Franky had wandered off somewhere, unnoticed. Julia took me by the arm and dragged me to the punch bowl.

“Where’d she go?” I asked.

“I didn’t see,” replied Julia.

“We’ll have to find her again,” I said, downing a punch. I’d need it to get through the evening.

“We should split up,” said Julia.

“That’s what it wants,” I returned.

“Walter, I’m armed, we’re in a building full of people, what’s it gonna do?”

Julia went to another area of the gym, I searched the crowd again. Then my eyes met it’s. It was across the gym from me, near one of the hallway doors. It gave me a wicked smile and its eyes turned black. It beckoned to me. I walked slowly in its direction as it disappeared down the hallway.

We were alone in the hall. My hand started to reach for my gun.

“What you did wasn’t right, Walter,” it said.

“Not from where I’m standing,” I replied.

“A girl’s got certain needs,” it said.

“You’ve killed folk,” I said, “Nearly drained the life outta Steve, and you expect me to just let you walk?”

“Walter, I’ve been just so lonely these last ten years.”

It walked a little closer to me, seductively. I froze. I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“Get back!”

Steve stood behind me, holding a crucifix. His shout was enough to break the trance. I drew my revolver, but the thing bit my hand. The weapon fell to the ground. The creature pushed me into the wall and pressed its lips against mine. My will was broken. I could feel my life-force draining out of me. Before the next new moon, I’d be a shell of the man I was; another victim.

A shot rang out. Then another. The thing slumped to the ground, dead. Steve stood nearby, holding my revolver in his shaking hands. He dropped the weapon to the ground and fell on his knees.

I heard Julia’s voice telling everyone to stay calm. She busted into the hallway, Glock drawn.

“Are you alright?” she said, returning the gun to her purse.

“We will be,” I replied, placing my hand on the minister’s shoulder.

#Crimes #Mystery #scary #humor blog #Dark Humor #Calming #Sounds #Whistle #Deformities #Scary Things #mature