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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Got any prompts for John Thomas Ward from Faith meeting a Paranormal Investigator! reader, who was Amy Martin's childhood friend and wants to stop Gary?

At first, you were in it for the thrills. That's all.

Paranormal investigating was just a hobby you enjoyed, although most of your discoveries were just candles being mysteriously blown out or unintelligible whispers replayed on a spirit box. But you were content with whatever you found and what little communication you made with spirits.

Now. Things have changed.

Never in your life did you expect to join a priest in his mission to save a girl’s soul and stop a horrible evil from breaking through into this world.

Yet here you both were, investigating the clinic where your friend Amy once worked. You were searching for demons or clues as to where Gary could be attempting to perform the Profane Sabbath.

You had a bone to pick with that cultist freak for what he did to her. Learning of her possession when you came over to visit one day had you furious. Gary used her and now she was gone...with some beast using her face to carry out its misdeeds and terrorize her family.

The tapes you have of it speaking in her voice still haunted you to this day. It was the clearest recording you’ve ever gotten of an entity from the other side, but god..you’d trade it for anything else in the world.

Anything but her.

So you decided to come to the clinic to do your own investigations into what happened there--where things might’ve gone horribly wrong between your childhood friend and Gary.

That’s when you ran into Father John Ward: the priest who allegedly killed Amy one year after the brutal murder of her parents and an elder priest.

At first you had nothing but insults for him, especially when he revealed he attempted an exorcism twice on her and failed both times. You thought he was just a fraud posing as a pastor.

Though..you could see his guilt, and he explained to you in great detail of the horrors he’s seen. But even then you weren’t fully convinced that he was capable of undertaking this mission to find Gary and stop doomsday from coming--as evident by his copper-colored crucifix.

He begged you to believe him, insisting he wants to save Amy’s soul just as much as you do, showing you a note that implied Father Garcia trusted him.

Eventually, you caved and refused to turn him over to the police..

Under the condition that you tagged along in his quest.

Reluctantly, he accepted. But only because you may help him find answers about what Gary’s done at these locations by contacting any resident spirits there. Plus if you could get proof to clear his name should he need it...that would be especially helpful.

So together you snuck into the dark and decrepit clinic, curious as to what you may find lurking inside. There were many boarded-up doors and ultrasound photos strewn across the floor.

As John walked past a lone IV drip, you stopped as your EMF device emitted a beeping noise. You took it off your belt loop, aiming it towards the stand.

The beeping persisted.

Jackpot.

“Oh! I caught an EVP. There’s a spirit right here.” Your eyes lit up, though you frowned as the priest took out his crucifix. You waved him off. “Save it. I gotta know more about this before you do your exorcism thingy..assuming you can do that.”

“I can. I’ve done it many times.” He huffed, a bit annoyed that you refused to trust him. “You know, I read of other investigators similar to you. They were at Snake Meadow Church-”

“I know what happened to them." You cut him off. "It’s a shame but..there’s consequences for getting too greedy with capturing spirits on film. I’m only here for answers and to help give them some peace, knowing someone's listening to them. Whatever evidence I take home is just a bonus.”

That seemed to shut John up for the moment. He just watched you prepare your equipment near the IV stand while looking out for any demons that could sneak up on you both.

Once you were all set up, you kept tabs on the spirit box and EVP recorder, doing your best to communicate with the spirit once it made its presence known on the radio frequencies. You asked a few questions regarding what happened here and if it knew of Gary.

John remained behind you, silent. All he heard was static, whispers, and a slight crying noise on the spirit box. Though he was impressed.

You clearly knew what you were doing.

After some time you decided to stop, not wanting to overwhelm the ghost with too many questions. And he blinked as you packed up your things. “What did it tell you?”

“There’s a lot of interference. I’ll have to parse through it when I get home. But I did hear a voice....it sounded miserable. Like it was crying, almost.” You frowned slightly. “It mentioned Gary and needles. Maybe his freakshow cult is pumping patients full of drugs and getting them high.”

“It would explain why they infiltrated the clinic.” He remarked, raising his cross. “Now will you let me free this poor soul?”

“Do as you wish, Father.” You backed away, bowing slightly in a mocking gesture. A smug grin graced you face as he rolled his eyes, but he proceeded with purifying the IV drip.

You were caught by surprise as it flickered bright yellow, before a ghost rose out of it and vanished into the heavens. ‘Huh..guess he’s not lying.’

John then picked up a note that had fallen to the ground and read it out loud, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Note to self--

Pills do not dissolve in IV drip well.

Too weak; patients waking up before process is complete

Sooner or later they will realize they are having the same hallucinations

Suggest concentrated, injectable version

“..you’re right. Gary is drugging innocent people. We should continue investigating. I sense many more evils within this place.”

“Sounds like you should’ve gone into this business instead, pastor.” You joked. “But yeah, let’s keep going. For Amy.”

“Yeah..for Amy.” He nodded, feeling a bit more determined than before. “We cannot fail her.”

It seems like you two were already forming a quick alliance.

#clanask #anonymous #faith game x reader #faith the unholy trinity x reader #john ward x reader #paranormal investigator reader #platonic

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we-will-swallow-your-soul · 3 months

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The Truth and What is Going to Happen After

Are they Satanists? Are they witches? How in the hell are we able to do these things? Did they sell their souls to the devil for power? I am about to finally answer some of your burning questions. What am I? Well, I am a Grim Reaper. I am Death. Why am I here? I am here for Judgement Day. Yes, that's right, I said JUDGEMENT DAY.(I bet you didn't see that one coming!) It's only that pesky event that people have been harping about over and over again since the dawn of time. As it turns out, this event IS going to happen after all. I am here to tell you exactly what will happen AFTER the shit storm that takes place on the Earth. When my time is up and I keel over here, it is my job to capture the souls that they do not want upstairs. I am in charge of sorting through the souls, weeding out the good souls from the bad souls. I get to say who stays and who goes. I will not be working alone. I will be working VERY, VERY closely with a "spirit" team that consists of demons, devils, witches, what you people would consider "aliens", and a few other surprise guests. The event will take place right here on Earth. I am positive that some psychics and really sensitive people may catch glimpses of it while they are still alive. I am also sure that some can catch EVPS and/or video from time to time as well. Besides that, the only other way to see it will be when your time is up and you step out of your body. There will be what looks like clear glass shipping containers, holding cells, and pits right there waiting for the bad souls. I have already begun "marking" souls for capture. What do I mean by marking souls? Remember the story of Cain and Abel? Cain was marked so that others would not kill him. I am marking souls so that my spirit team will know which ones are to be captured and tortured. Would you believe that there are people that are stupid enough to come right over and make themselves known to us? They are not very bright. We have already marked quite a few of them. Once our spirit team sees a soul that is "marked" by me, that soul will be captured, tortured, and beaten until I personally tear them apart. Once the soul is torn apart it will be consumed by "creatures" and will cease to exist. Souls that made it to the "heaven" area and do not belong there will suffer the same fate. The "good" souls that are left will have their memory wiped and reincarnate back through. We are here to "clean up" the mess. Haven't you ever wondered why there were so many spirits and entities just hanging around here on Earth?? A majority of them are waiting here for this very event. They knew it was going to happen. I am pretty much excited and can't wait to get started. Most importantly, I get to finally give these spirits what they want. They have been waiting for justice and revenge/vengeance for such a long time. Now they will finally have full permission to pretty much do what they want with the unwanted souls. To me this is like one huge party worldwide over the span of many years, and I get to host it! How freaking cool is that? I think my party needs a cool name to go with it. How about the - We will bash your freaking brains in festival? I think it's a cool temporary name for now.🤣 You get the idea. And what about Alicia you ask? Well, I guess you could say I saved the best part for last. (Now I certainly did not forget about Alicia in all of this!) She will play a HUGE role in the festivities, of course. Why, I guess that you could say that she will be my "assistant manager" in all of this. She was carefully hand selected, chosen if you will, to add just the right amount of hostility, muscle, forcefulness, and her own flair of expertise to the job. They really couldn't have picked a better maniac to assist me during all of this. 👽🛸 Those of you who know her, I am sure would agree with me on that one. 😉 I think that I can safely say that we are all looking forward to "taking out the trash" real soon!

#the judgement day #hell on earth #demon #punishment #devils #hellmouth #purgatory event #aliens #end of times #reincarnation #revelations #grim reaper #death

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triciamfoster · 1 year

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Communicating with Ghosts

Communicating with ghosts or spirits is a subject of belief and speculation, and there is no scientific evidence to prove the existence of ghosts or their ability to communicate. However, for those who believe in the paranormal and wish to attempt communication with ghosts, here are some common methods that are often used in ghost hunting or paranormal investigations:

EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon): EVP is the process of capturing voices or sounds on audio recordings that are not audible to the human ear at the time of recording. During an investigation, paranormal investigators may ask questions or make statements, leaving pauses for potential responses from any spirits present. Later, when reviewing the audio recordings, they listen for any potential EVPs that may have been captured.

Spirit Box or EVP devices: As mentioned earlier, a spirit box or EVP device is a specialized device that scans through radio frequencies rapidly, creating white noise. Paranormal investigators believe that spirits can manipulate these frequencies to communicate with them. Investigators may ask questions, and any responses or voices that come through the device are considered potential communication with spirits.

Pendulums or Dowsing Rods: Pendulums or dowsing rods are divination tools that are sometimes used in paranormal investigations to attempt communication with spirits. The investigator holds the pendulum or dowsing rods and asks questions, and the movement or direction of the pendulum or rods is interpreted as answers from the spirits.

Ouija Board: Ouija boards are popular divination tools that some believe can facilitate communication with spirits. They consist of a board with letters, numbers, and other symbols, and a planchette that moves across the board in response to questions asked by participants. However, the use of Ouija boards can be controversial, and it's essential to exercise caution and follow proper safety protocols if attempting to use one.

Psychic Mediums or Sensitives: Some individuals claim to have psychic or mediumistic abilities and can communicate with spirits. They may use their intuitive or mediumistic abilities to perceive or relay messages from the spirit world.

It's important to note that these methods are not scientifically proven, and the results obtained may be subjective and open to interpretation. It's crucial to approach any communication attempts with skepticism, critical thinking, and open-mindedness. It's also important to respect any potential spirits or entities that may be encountered during investigations and to exercise caution and safety at all times. If you choose to attempt communication with ghosts, always be respectful, follow proper protocols, and consider seeking guidance from experienced paranormal investigators or professionals.

#paranormal #ghosts #ghost hunting #apparition #ghost stories #haunted houses #haunting #spirits #magick #occult #esoteric

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kaizo-files · 2 months

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Brown's Family Demon.

Case #001

Part 2

The Investigation

As night approaches,I prepared everything for the investigation while Brown's family stay on their Motel. Knowing that this might be a dangerous investigation, I contacted my friend to help me on the investigation. Just as we about to start,...

*Bang*

An unexplainable loud bang can be heard upstairs right inside Annie's room. With no time to waste, we quickly start the investigation on her room. We conduct an EVP session. We asked few questions and wait for the answers. Here is our dialogue.

"Is there anyone in here?",asked me.

.....

"Is there something malevolent in this house?",asked Ken,a friend of mine who helped me in this investigation.

.....

"Is there someone here that you want to harm? If there is, who is it?",asked Sarah,who is also a friend of mine.

.....

*Doors slams*

"Was that you that slammed the door?",I asked.

.....

With the asking questions is over,time to listen back on our recording.

For the first question I asked if there is something/someone here, the answer I get is:

"Yes...",a deep voice says yes.

Ken asked if there is something malevolent terrorizing inside the house. The answer he gets:

"Why...asked...if you know...the answer".

That response just sent a chill to our body. Now we know that this is not an ordinary spirit but a demonic one. Sarah asked if there is someone inside the house that the demon want to harm. Here is what we captured:

"Her..."

In that moment we confused. Who was the person that it mentioned. We thought that it might be Emma but I think it probably want to harm Annie as the girl is being attacked physically before.

As we reviewed back the last recording,we heard some footsteps coming at downstairs. Knowing the activity is becoming more active,we conduct a session known as Estes Method.

Ps: Estes Method is a way where one person is blindfolded while wearing headsets that were connected on a spirit box. The person will completely blind a d only hear everything they hear on the spirit box. While the other person will asking question. Spirits will answer the question by the person who is blindfolded. This method is always get used by Sam And Colby. Estes Method is more effective when doing it on a rocking chair.

So Sarah is be the one that will be blindfolded while Ken and me will asking questions for the demon. We know that Estes Method is more effective when using it on a rocking chair,so we use a rocking chair on Annie's room and started the session.

"Are you a demon that terrorizing people that lived here?", I asked.

"Yes...I am...",Sarah replied. It means the thing that we were facing here is demon.

"Who is she? The person you mentioned by 'her', was it Annie the little girl?",Ken asked.

Sarah is shocked by what she heard. She find it really creepy. "I just heard a deep laugh...it says...You...have...find...out".

Ken and I started to stare each other with shocked face as the demon answer clearly says that we have find out it's meaning. This possibly meaning Annie is in danger.

"What the fuck?!", Ken is shocked as he saw a dark shadow figure passing outside Annie's room. "Dude. I swear I just saw a dark shadow figure passing outside this room". From Ken's face I know that he really does saw something.

"Did you captured it on camera?",I asked. He nodded meaning he captured it.

"Stop...",Sarah speaks.

"Stopped what? Was that you that Ken saw outside?", I asked.

All of sudden Sarah jumps and quickly take off the blindfold and the headsets. "Oh my god. Oh my god",she scream.

"What is wrong?",Ken asked.

Sarah then explained what she heard. She said that she heard a growl and some voice told her to get out. This is a shocking evidence we got so far. Just as we about to continue it, my emf reader shows some high spikes while I pointed it at the closets. This is not normal. Mostly it will spikes to green but this time it turns to red. We immediately get out of the room as we begin to feel our head spinning.

The investigation was about to get more violent as I get a phone call from Simon Brown.

"Kaizo! Help us!",he said in panicked.

"Mr. Brown what happened?",I asked him.

"Annie. She got crazy and starts harming people. I...I think...the demon possessed her!", he screams.

Continue again in part 3

#paranormal #horror stories #paranormal stories #ghost stories #kaizofiles #horror #ghost

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awwfuckno · 3 years

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“Ayo do you wanna be? Ghost B!” Jiho screams excitedly, pulling a peace sign, everyone joining in with a “We are the GhostBusters, whaddup!” the gang tops it off with a very un-coordinated bow. Taeil doesn't bow, of course.

What a dumb way to start a ghost hunting show, Kyung thinks.

Jiho's amazingly overdramatic narration time:

'My name is Woo 'Zico' Jiho, lead investigator of Ghost B. I didn't believe in ghosts until I came face-to-face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video. [cue over-dramatic walking videos of all the crew members in various scary places]

Our crew has worked years to build our credibility, our reputation...'

“Bitch, we've been ghost hunting for two weeks, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Minhyuk is already pissed off.

'Working alongside the most renowned professionals in the field, catching groundbreaking proof of the paranormal. This is our evidence, our GhostB, Ghost Bustin.'

“Yo, guys, so we're here at the Waverly Hills sanatorium, in Kentucky. The sanatorium opened in 1910 and a two-story hospital to accommodate 50 Tuberculosis patients. After an outbreak of tuberculosis the number of patients reached to thousands...” The whole time Jiho keeps throwing in rap hand motions and information about the bat-winged building that has an underground morgue to get rid of dead bodies when it was being used.

They all stand in the outer wing of the building with the owner, asking her questions and all that jazz until a moth flies into Jihoon's mouth, the sound guy heaving the biggest and loudest squeal of all times, echoing throughout the building. Birds fly away from the noise in one giant flock like in horror movies. The sanatorium actually shakes.

There are other interviews as well but none that end as hilariously as the former.

They show some disgusting fake videos of open-chest surgeries they did in the sanatorium. Ew.

Apparently there's some compelling ghost photos and EVP-s and stuff that's been captured on the premises. Scary shit.

They do a full check no 2 of all the equipment for the shoot the day before (the first check is usually before they take off but Kyung manages to misplace half their stuff every time):

-8 cameras for Taeil and Ukwon with badass night vision

-10 thermal cameras to scan temperature changes

-2 digital recorders for EVP-s aka electronic voice phenomena, aka ghosties talking to them

-5 EMF detectors that detect changes in electronic fields, aka ghosties walking past will make the lights on them blink and ayyyyy TRANCE PARTY UP IN THIS JOINT UNTS UNTS UNTS i mean what who wrote that

-Spirit box, the ghostie goo can use radio frequencies to answer questions. Unnecessarily loud crap, and to be completely honest, half the time Kyung doesn't understand what is says anyway

-Shit ton of extra batteries and Taeil's custom-built battery carrier vest (cause that small man is the biggest camera nerd)

-200 kilometers of wires that mostly lead nowhere (some to the end of a microphone). 'Jihoon, darling, please' Kyung starts all sweet, a little motherly 'you need to fuckin' clean this shit up before someone gets tangled in these vines and dies, seriously.'

“Look at this, man, I can wiggle wiggle wiggle” Taeil does The Wiggle, “and the picture on the camera stays completely still, this new video stabilizer so fuckin awesome.” He shudders in excitement for their new cameras.

“I swear you look like you would come at any second.” Ukwon looks 50% understanding, 50% disturbed, looking at their main camera guy.

The evening after their initial shoot day with the interviews is always spent at a nearby bar.

“You heard about the creeper, though? The black creature who crawls in the dark like all over the walls n shit and kills the shit out of you? And there's supposed to be a doppelganger that's a demon that takes your shape and if you see it, you die?” Jiho is getting super excited about their lockdown already.

“Dude, I don't wanna hear about it!” Jaehyo covers his ears singing Mary Had a Little Lamb loudly.

“To be honest, I don't even know what Minhyuk's part in the crew even is. I'm pretty sure he's possessed by a ghost... I guess it makes sense he'd join us...” Kyung ponders a little, looking like he doesn't really care (he really doesn't, as long as he's Jiho's right hand man and doesn't get forced to go on solo trips to the creepiest parts of the haunted buildings).

Taeil meh's at that, sipping on his beer. The holy meh of agreement.

“Holy shit, why did I join this crew, I am fuckin terrified of ghosts???” Jihoon sits at the bar stool, kinda talking to Ukwon, kinda to himself, on the verge of an existential crisis. He's holding onto his head with both hands, rocking himself.

“Cause you're in love with Taeil and would follow him to the debts of hell? Aka this place?” Ukwon suggests, a small smile on his lips.

“Yeah.. - Uh-- What?”

“What?” the older of the two suggests, this little knowing smile on his lips.

Taeil joins them, putting an arm around Jihoon and he's like, fuck, Ukwon is right.

“Here we are, at the sanatorium, ready for our lockdown, bros.” Jiho is ready to do the do, “So let's gear up and have fun, kids!” Jiho always gives them a pep talk before they start their main shoot.

The first 30 minutes is spent putting up the cameras by Taeil, Jihoon tagging close by with all the wires, Ukwon setting up EMF detectors on the 4th floor, the outer part of the hospital wings where the creeper is supposed to hang out with his ghostie buddies; and two thermal cameras into the morgue (knowing Jiho he's probably gonna force some of the scaredy cats from the crew to go there alone).

“SHIT IT'S THE CREEPER!!!!!!!” It starts from Jaehyo, then Ukwon, then Minhyuk, then Jihoon and Jiho, then Kyung: they are all running towards their base camp and screaming at the top of their lungs.

The creeper is Lee Taeil. Of course. Makes sense. That little creep.

“Fuckin' stop lurkin' around, bro, holy shitballs.” Jiho holds onto his heart, pulling out his asthma inhaler.

“You told me to do the fuckin thermal sweep of the whole fuckin building, you moron.” Taeil growls back at him, violently wigging the two cameras in his hands for good measure.

Roll the cameras.

“Here we are!” Jiho screams to no one particular, probs the ghosties. It echoes throughout the building eerily.

Oh, that's a nice introduction, Kyung thinks.

“Come and say hello!” He's still lookin around, “Use our energy!” Jiho has his arms wide in front of him, twirling around,

Don't.. don't start taunting, please, Kyung begs in his mind.

“Do something to us! Hit Kyung!” Jiho motions to his right hand man.

Now, why you gotta say that? Kyung sends his bitchiest glare towards Jiho. Also a couple of curses.

Nothing happens for 5 minutes but Jiho insists they stand there with their recording devices in hand.

Another 10 minutes goes by and Jiho is getting pissed off. He decides they should split in pairs.

Jiho walks around for a full hour with Kyung until he decides they should go to their base where their tech guy Jihoon is currently sitting to see if he'd caught anything.

They are monitoring a video on the fifth floor, when they notice Minhyuk waLKING BACKWARDS ON THE LEFT OF THE SHOOT TOWARDS THE CAMERA, you can see only the whites of his eyes as he gurgles violently, standing in front of the camera for a full 3 minutes.

“Dude, stop acting like you've been possessed, man..” Jiho says into the walkie-talkie, he's so tired and in desperate need for a shower and 4 episodes of his favourite Hello Kitty show.

Minhyuk stops and walks away like nothing happened.

Ukwon has been walking alone on the first floor and catches an orange orb floating. He sends a message through his walkie talkie and Jiho gets super pumped up again. They all gather in the monitoring tent to marvel the finding:

“DUUUDEEE!”

“WOWW”

“BROOO, DID YOU SEE THAT, DUDE?”

“MANNNN”

“HOLY SHIT DUDES, THIS IS GREAT--”

“FUCK, BROS”

“YEAH BABE, DID YOU SEE THA-- I mean Jihoon did you see that???” Taeil hides behind his giant camera, Jihoon whines an answer.

2 hours into the investigation Taeil realizes he's been walking around with a camera with no power in it and the others have to hold him down to prevent him from throwing the camera out of the non-glassed window and 10 meters downwards onto the pavement.

“Okay, my dudes. It's time to take some action. Let's draw strings to see who gets locked up alone upstairs. We gotta get some good action so we'll get some views, bros.” Jiho says, pulling out the strings.

Jihoon looses. He always does. He's staring to think the string-drawing is rigged.

The tall manbaby has a face camera and an extra camera with him, you can see him panting and sweating in horror, mumbling 'omajgad' under his breath as he sits in the corner of the most haunted room of the whole sanatorium.

Jiho asks him to walk around and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, NOT TO BREATHE SO LOUDLY

All you see is a crying Jihoon in green night vision, carefully walking around, three cameras on him.

There's a THUMP, then a weeping sound and a loud crash. The camera in Jihoon's hand shakes and falls. It's pitch black. The still cameras Ukwon had set up are too far to record anything.

Nobody even breathes, eyes wild and scared like saucers in the monitoring tent. Then Taeil shoots out of his chair, knocks over Ukwon and Kyung, speeds out of the tent to the attic to save his man child boyfriend person WE ARE NO DATING he yells but that gets edited out by Kyung and the only part of him running that is left in is Kyung cooing “ahh~ young love~”.

After a couple of minutes of excruciating silence, Taeil emerges from the darkness carrying Jihoon over his shoulders like he's a fluffy winter scarf. An almost 2 meter passed-out scarf.

Poor man got hit in the head with a small rock (that was definitely thrown by a ghost!!) and fell like a dumbass, passing out.

“Hyungs, I think I actually peed my pants before I passed out. Like at least a couple drops..” Jihoon is holding onto a chair to catch his breath.

“Now, that went super well, let's send Jaehyo to the morgue alone!” Jiho is as hyper as ever.

“Fuck, you can't make me go there alone!” there are actual tears in Jaehyo's eyes.

“Yes, I can, I'm the boss around here!” Jiho angrily whispers back at him.

Kyung beames, he's still the right hand man and Jiho defs wouldn't do something like that to him.

Next thing we see, Jaehyo is in the morgue.

He sits on a chair next to the fire places a couple minutes until he hears a creaking sound. Like a door opening.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god oh my god oh my goddd. I am too gorgeous and too young to die! I haven't lived long enough to see Zico's and Kyung's kids!” Jaehyo is now in the corner of the room kneeling and praying.

Everyone in their base camp is closely monitoring what Jaehyo is up to and holding in their laughter, Jiho's and Kyung's faces beet red.

Jaehyo sees a giant shadow move from the farther side of the room towards him and completely loses his shit

“I AM FUCKING QUITTING THIS JOB RIGHT NOW!” Jaehyo storms out of the sanatorium.

“Bitch did not just do that.” Minhyuk is amazed their self-proclaimed 'fuckin gorgeous guy' actually has balls.

“I hope he doesn't take the car--” Ukwon starts, they hear the engine of their van turn on and the scraping of pavement until the sound dissolves into the echoes of dead forest around them.

Taeil looks disgustingly old all of a sudden: “We should just quit and become like a boyband or some shit before it's too late.” They all look into the camera like in The Office.

#AS PROMISED #MY 5 YEAR OLD HALLOWEEN FANFIC #I hope you guys enjoy #cause this is hilar lar #Block B #TaePyo #ZiKyung

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So are we talking wonky handmade ghost tech? Is someone a psychic? Ouija boards (pls no)? How does Strike Team Delta know who to avenge? I imagine Clint using an EVP machine asking 20 questions with one word answers and Natasha getting migraines.

Clint: are you a old?

Ghost: no

Clint: okay so you're young?

Ghost: yes

Clint: cool so did you like dogs?

Ghost: no

Clint: Natasha I'm not getting anything. Think it's time to wrap it up.

Well, so: Ghost Avengers uses super sensitive Stark Tech designed specifically for supernatural uses. It’s all cutting-edge and very automated and occasionally backfires in hilariously abrupt ways. They all have personal bots to help them out depending on the situation.

And actually, one of them is pretty sensitive, but I’m not sure I should give that away at the moment.

Strike Team Delta takes requests from people who think certain sites are haunted, and evaluates them to find the ones they think they can resolve. It’s a constant argument because Tony wants them to take the flashiest ones and Coulson only wants to take the ones they can help.

However, you are correct in that Clint isn’t the best ghost investigator. He asks far too many casual questions about dogs and pizza. It’s a good thing he’s known as Hawkeye because he always gets the shot, capturing anything that moves in perfect focus.

#ghost avengers #this is a big teaser #please find it interesting

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moeyy-writes · 4 years

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Here and Now - Part 2

Zak Bagans x Reader

Warnings: some language (is that a warning?), mention of some gruesome events (show/canon-typical), some fluff. That’s about it.

Word Count: 1,457

Series Master List || My FanFic Master List

You stared at the screen, waiting for the exact time where Aaron claimed to see a shadow in the doorway. Jay watched the screen beside you, squinting ever so slightly. You had bugged him a million times about getting his eyes checked, but he refused. Stubborn ass. But, it was his choice, and that was that.

“There,” you whispered as a dark mass rushed over to the left of the door frame. It was faint, but there was definitely something there. You picked up your walkie talkie.

“Hey, Aaron. We definitely caught something on the night-vision camera in the corner of the room. It doesn’t look like a figure from this view, but there’s definitely a dark mass of some sort there.” It looked more like a mist, but it was really dark. No light was passing through it.

“Man, I saw a shoulder and an arm go through that doorway. I may have caught it on my camera too, but I don’t know.” He was obviously shaken up, having been left in the most active room alone again.

“Well, mark the time and we’ll go over it later,” you noted, writing the time on your notepad.

“Cool, cool.” Aaron continued his EVP session as your gaze moved to another camera. You watched Zak and Billy in the basement, who were gathered around the spirit box. They didn’t seem to be getting any voices yet, but they had only been down there for thirty minutes or so.

“I’m surprised that Zak and Billy aren’t hearing anything. Someone was found buried in that basement. I was sure things would be nuts down there.” You continued to watch the monitor with Jay, hoping for something to come through the static.

“Yeah,” Jay replied. “I didn’t like the feeling I got down there earlier.” He rested his head on his fist and kept watching the screen.

Zak sighed and shifted his weight, staring down at the spirit box in his hand. “Why won’t you talk to us?”

“This is your last chance to talk to us,” Billy announced, his frustration clear on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the two, before turning back to Aaron’s screen.

Just as you changed your focus, Aaron’s voice came over the walkie.

“Dude, you guys, I keep seeing that damn shadow out of the corner of my eye.” He peered around the room, his eyes wide with what you were sure was fear. You zoned in on him, trying to capture what he was seeing.

Meanwhile, Zak and Billy joined you back at the nerve center, not capturing anything else in the damn basement. Zak pulled up a chair and sat between you and Jay, casually stretching his arm over the back of your chair. It was something he did all the time, but something about the closeness made your heart flutter. Was it because you knew about Zak’s feelings towards you now, and you knew it wasn’t just a friendly motion? You sucked in a deep breath and smiled to yourself.

“Woah, Billy, don’t sit down. I want you to go up there with Aaron and bring the SLS with you. See if you can capture a figure from whatever shadow Aaron is seeing,” Zak instructed with a smirk. Billy huffed and sighed, before following his instructions.

Once Billy made his way up to Aaron, the three of you watched the screens closely. Zak kept his arm behind you while he leaned forward just a little. A small whiff of his cologne filled your senses, spicy and dark. Mmmm. You never realized how good he smelled. You snuck a glance over to him, taking in the sharp features of his jaw. Geez, he was beautiful.

You tensed as you felt his thumb softly smoothing circles into your shoulder. Your eyes flicked back over to Zak, capturing his gaze. He smiled, tilting his head a little, almost as if to ask you if what he was doing was okay. You just smiled, then turned back to the screen.

Why the hell were you so affected be him all of a sudden? You had a crush on the lead investigator pretty much since you met. But, now that you knew he felt the same way, and those feelings were out in the open, something felt different. You felt different around him. It was like you needed to squeeze out every moment of touch, every second of closeness. You craved it now more than ever.

You needed to calm yourself down. You weren’t even officially dating yet.

The rest of the night went on without too much excitement. You got back to your condo just after seven thirty in the morning, and after a shower, you crawled straight into bed.

Your body ached with exhaustion as you settled into bed, waiting for your body to succumb to the impending slumber. After lockdowns, it always took you a good two to three nights to get back into the swing of things. You usually slept for about six hours the day you got back home, then six hours more whenever you ended up falling asleep that night, then for about eight hours the next. By then, you usually were back to a reasonably normal sleep pattern.

Much to your luck, the location for this week’s location was in Vegas, allowing you to return home right after the lockdown. A rare treat you were incredibly thankful for.

You rested your head onto your pillow and threw your phone beside you on the mattress. You had switched on the Do Not Disturb setting, hoping no one would disrupt your sleep. Nothing was going to come between you and your much-needed rest.

You woke up just after two in the afternoon. Your body was stiff from sitting in the nerve center for all those hours, but you needed to get up and moving. There was no reason to just lay there in bed. It only really made you more tired. You needed to get up and about with your day.

As you rolled over, you grabbed your phone and unlocked the screen.

4 New Messages: Zak Attack

(10:48am) Zak: Hey, are you up?

(10:56am) Zak: You must be asleep. Sweet dreams. :)

(12:40pm) Zak: Text me when you’re awake. No rush. I just wanted to know when you’re free next. You know, for our date. ;)

(1:04pm) Zak: Okay, one more text. Also, random question. Are you a coffee or tea person? And, what kind?

You grinned down at your phone as you sprang upright and swung your legs over the side of your bed. Sure, Zak texted you pretty often, mostly about upcoming lockdowns, but never right after a lockdown. That’s when he claimed he needed his ‘beauty sleep’.

With a smile, you thought about your answer.

(2:14pm) Y/N: Hey Zak, I’m awake now. :) I’m free tomorrow or anytime the rest of the week. I should be pretty well rested by then.

You plopped your phone down beside you as your stomach growled. You hadn’t eaten much since dinner before the lockdown, except for the protein bar you shoved down your throat before you drifted off to sleep. Hmm, pancakes.

As you turned back to your phone, you watched the little ellipses wiggle on the screen, indicating that Zak was already writing a reponse.

(2:17pm) Zak: Good morning, gorgeous. ;) Tomorrow is totally doable. What about my other question?

(2:18pm) Y/N: It’s the afternoon, you dork. And you mean questions? :P I like both tea and coffee, but I’m a little more of a coffee person.

(2:20pm) Zak: Smart ass. And okay. Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up around 3pm? We can both sleep in, and I’ll have coffee at the ready.

(2:21pm) Y/N: Where are we going?

(2:22pm) Zak: It’s a surprise. Deal?

Your smile grew as you chuckled to yourself. Zak Bagans was such a dweeb. He absolutely loved planning things and surprising people. It made things easy when you went on investigations and toured the surrounding areas. No one ever fought about where to eat. Zak always found a place and acted as a tour guide as he dragged you all around the location. He took everyone’s liking and food restrictions into account. But, he was a natural planner, which was something you simply weren’t.

(2:25pm) Y/N: Deal. 3pm tomorrow.

(2:26pm) Zak: Cool. I can’t wait. ;)

You launched up from the bed and quickly shuffled to the hall and headed for the kitchen. You were beyond excited to hang out with Zak alone, without the rest of the crew for once. Your stomach flipped as you repeated that it was a date in your head.

A fucking date with Zak Bagans. Oh, boy.

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4. What’s the worst thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

The second movie, obviously. It did sooooooo many things wrong and the characters were entirely atrocious. Plus they did my boy sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo dirty. It had only a very few redeeming qualities and funnily enough, a lot of my building lore is actually based on the things that were in there, but other than that it was just such a terrible movie. Also personally for me it's also cutting all of that 40s stuff out of the first film, writing it all in for the third, finishing that script and getting Sean really hyped for it, but then never releasing it. I just think it was really cool that the first movie drove Lance's development and the focus on him/importance of his character that much farther, but barely any of it saw the light of day. I think it would've been really cool.

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Off Limits, Chapter 6 (Bitney) - Veronica/Albatross

A/N: Hey guys! This is the companion story to “No Strings Attached.” Both ships are in both stories, but generally, “No Strings Attached” is Willaska-focused and this one is Bitney-focused. (Link to all chapters in order.) Thanks as always to our lovely beta (and EVP of That’s So Aussie™️), @opalescent-cheetah

Chapter Summary: Let’s be honest, this chapter is just mostly porn.

***

Courtney was thrilled. Finally in Bianca’s arms, something she’d longed for since the first day they met--even if it had taken her awhile to admit it to herself. She flung herself into it with all of that pent-up longing, an urgent need to prove how certain she was that this wasn’t a mistake.

Her kisses were passionate, messy, almost frantic, making her way down Bianca’s body. When she began to slide Bianca’s bottoms off, a hand covered hers, stopping her.

“Whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I thought I would eat your pussy,” Courtney replied, doing her best to sound confident.

“Uh huh. And do you know how to do that?” Bianca asked, an amused smirk on her lips.

“Uhh…” Of course she didn’t, in spite of the several embarrassing google searches in her browser history, which ultimately ended up confusing her more than helping. But Bianca didn’t need to know that. “I’ve read some stuff. Figured I’d wing it.”

“I mean, I appreciate the thought, but, wouldn’t you like some instructions first?” Bianca cupped her face, tilting her chin up, tucking some hair behind her ear.

“I thought you like girls who know what they’re doing,” Courtney admitted, resisting the urge to press into Bianca’s hand like a cat.

“True. But...I can’t expect you to be psychic, can I? Why don’t I give you a live demo?” Her fingers drifted through Courtney’s hair, then scratched her scalp lightly, causing shivers to run through her.

It took less than half a second for Courtney to say, “Okay.”

Bianca grinned at her, moving aside to give her space on the narrow bed.

“Lie down.”

Courtney complied immediately, getting a tingling little thrill when Bianca’s grin deepened, heart pounding as she pressed a kiss to Courtney’s open mouth.

“Are you ready?” she murmured, hands sliding over Courtney’s body, making her skin prickle.

“Yes.”

“Take off your panties,” Bianca instructed.

Courtney raised her hips, saying, “You do it.”

Bianca’s head tilted at her, amused.

“I’m sorry, who’s running the show here?”

“Please,” Courtney pouted sweetly, fluttering her lashes.

“You’re a brat,” Bianca said, eyes sparkling with amusement as she hooked her fingers into the side of Courtney’s panties and slid them slowly down her legs. “And oh, look...telling the truth about being a natural blonde, huh?”

“Dead on.” With a victorious grin, Courtney spread her legs, giving Bianca space to settle between them. Her abdomen was tense with excitement as Bianca placed a soft, teasing kiss just below her belly button, then looked up with a smile. She locked eyes with Courtney, barely moving, one hand drifting slowly up and down her thigh.

“Go ahead,” Courtney urged.

“What makes you think I haven’t already started?” Bianca asked. “See...you have to make sure she’s reallyready.”

She bent down slowly, placing an excruciatingly soft kiss just inside Courtney’s knee.

“I’m ready,” Courtney said, failing to keep the pitiful whine out of her voice.

Bianca didn’t answer, just smiled to herself and continued to trail featherlight kisses along her thighs.

“You want her to be dripping wet...quivering...a needy mess…” Bianca’s hot breath ghosted over her, and Courtney whimpered.

“I hope you know,” she gasped out, “this means I’m gonna be torturing you back.”

Bianca looked up, catching her eye with a mischievous glint.

“Counting on it.”

Bianca knew that she was being a bit of a sadistic bitch, but she couldn’t help it. Courtney was just so cute, with her cheeks flushed a bright pink, whimpering with need every time she so much as breathed against her.

“You can feel her with your fingers, to really see how wet she is,” Bianca said, letting the back of her knuckles graze her pussy; and Jesus Christ, wet was an understatement. Courtney squirmed against her hand, breath hitching. Bianca looked into her lust-darkened eyes, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick slowly.

“Taste her…”

Courtney inhaled sharply, watching Bianca in a trance as she licked her fingers clean. Her other hand still rested on her warm thigh, and she could feel the muscles tensing beneath her.

Finally satisfied that she was ready, Bianca bent down, hovering over her for a few moments until she could see her trembling.

“You wanna go in soft,” she said, before licking her slowly, tongue flat against her.

Courtney arched up, clutching Bianca’s sheets in her fist.

“Every girl is different,” Bianca explained, nuzzling against her. “And usually, you’re gonna get very little in the way of direct instructions. So...you have to try different things. See what works.”

Bianca swirled her tongue around, trying to watch Courtney’s reaction through her fringe of dark lashes. And then, when she began to flick her tongue, Courtney’s hips began to roll, a hand tangling into her hair and pressing down on the back of her head.

Pausing to reach behind her own head and tap Courtney’s hand, Bianca looked up at her with a smirk.

“If she’s pushing on the back of your head, she’s probably trying to tell you to go harder.”

“Yeah,” Courtney affirmed, nodding frantically. “Harder…”

“So, you can listen. Or, you can tease her a little more...back off and go even softer.”

The aggrieved whimper that came out of Courtney’s mouth next, accompanied by vigorous thrusting of her hips, was almost enough to make Bianca laugh. If she’d had to guess ahead of time, she’d have pegged Courtney as someone who wanted everything gentle and soft. Beautiful to look at, but pure vanilla--possibly even boring, in the way that pretty girls so often are. The rabid maniac trying to fuck her face was an enchanting surprise.

“Teasing is especially fun when she’s a bit of a freak,” Bianca told her with a light cackle.

“I-” Whatever Courtney’s response was going to be, it was cut off with a broken moan, body in overdrive as she fell apart, gasping for air.

“Are you gonna remember this?” Bianca asked, “Because it’s all gonna be on the test. You should really be taking notes…”

“Oh God, Bianca, please…” she managed to choke out.

“Okay,” Bianca said, voice low and sexy, causing Courtney to shiver. “Pay attention, because this part is important..”

Courtney was neither a virgin nor a prude. She was fairly certain that she knew her own body. But the rapturous pleasure that ripped through her when Bianca began to suck on her clit was a new feeling entirely.

She twisted Bianca’s hair in her fists, moaning her name, grinding against her tongue as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her, until she finally collapsed in a sweaty heap. It felt like her bones were made of spaghetti--as weak as a rag doll, unable to even lift her head. She barely noticed Bianca sucking soft kisses into her skin, up her torso, until they were once again face to face, Bianca hovering over her with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“So...you like to fuck, huh?”

In spite of her exhaustion, Courtney chuckled drily.

“I’ve been trying to tell you…” she mumbled, and Bianca laughed, continuing to kiss her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting so long,” Bianca said. Her hands slid into Courtney’s hair, cradling the back of her head, lips trailing over her jaw.

“I forgive you,” Courtney sighed, enjoying the tender affection. It was so gentle, and sweet, and made Courtney feel precious, warmth spreading through her to her toes. She reached a hand up to touch Bianca’s cheek.

As they kissed again, a giggle slipped from Courtney’s lips.

“What?” Bianca asked, nuzzling against her.

“You’re just...a little different than I expected,” Courtney admitted.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well…” Courtney bit her lip, looking into Bianca’s dark eyes. “I just didn’t think you’d be so...I dunno. Sweet.”

“Disappointed?” Bianca whispered.

“No. I like you like this…”

“Well, don’t tell anyone,” Bianca warned. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Okay,” Courtney said, fingers circling her left dimple. “I’ll just say you fucked me and then pushed me off the bed.”

Bianca laughed. “So, you’ve watched my sex tape?”

“Mmmhm,” Courtney giggled, feeling that familiar pride she always got when she made Bianca laugh.

As Bianca’s hot mouth found her neck, Courtney felt a tightness returning to her belly. She arched up, and Bianca chuckled slightly, bearing down against her.

“B…” Courtney whimpered, “It’s supposed to be your turn now.”

“I was trying to give you a few minutes to recover,” Bianca said, a wicked glint in her eye, hips rolling. “But I guess I can’t help myself.”

Courtney’s breath came faster as her nails raked down Bianca’s back, gliding over her sweat-dampened skin. Feeling Bianca’s naked breasts against her own only made her long for more. She slipped her fingers under Bianca’s waistband, pushing her panties down impatiently.

“Can I help you with something?” Bianca raised her hips slightly to let Courtney push her panties down farther, until they got caught around her thighs.

“Please, B, please…”

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you against me,” Courtney said, a desperate edge in her voice as she dug her fingers into Bianca’s ass, thighs spreading even more.

Bianca complied, pulling her panties off the rest of the way and then grinding down against Courtney’s welcoming body, making her gasp with pleasure. Courtney captured Bianca’s mouth in a kiss, nothing between them now but slick wetness as Bianca rubbed against her.

“Oh, fuck…”

Bianca raised herself up on her elbows, unable to resist watching Courtney’s beautiful face as she fell apart, cheeks flushed red, lips swollen, hips arching again and again. She reached down to butterfly her pussy open, grinding harder against her exposed, swollen clit. Courtney clung to Bianca for dear life as fingers sought out her heat, finding her dripping wet.

The way she moaned shamelessly made Bianca want to fuck her absolutely senseless.

“Hey…” she murmured into Courtney’s ear, not missing the telltale shiver. “I got another idea…”

Courtney turned towards her, lips chasing hers, soft sighs of pleasure turning to an indignant whine as Bianca rolled away, slipping off the bed.

“Patience, babydoll...” Bianca said, ducking under the bed to pull out a plastic box with the vague label of “SUPPLIES.” She pulled off the lid and pawed through the box, finding the dildo she was looking for, a very nice little beginner one in light pink, and placing it on the bed with a wicked smirk. “How do you feel about a strap-on?”

Courtney bit her lip, rolling over onto her side, thighs pressed together.

“I mean, I’ve never worn one before, but I’m willing to try…” she said, eyes fluttering.

“Very funny,” Bianca told her, watching her giggle and reach forward to touch the toy.

“It doesn’t really look like a dick,” she declared, running her fingers down the smooth length of it.

“Well...I’m not trying to trick you,” Bianca said, then paused before adding, “You can say no if you don’t want to-”

“I don’t wanna say no,” Courtney said, tilting her head, eyes still a bit glazed. “Let’s do it.”

Bianca grinned, dimples deep in her cheeks as she slipped on the harness and pushed the dildo through the ring, climbing back onto the bed. She handed Courtney a bottle of lube, then leaned back on her elbows, waiting.

“Do you want me to…”

“What do you want to do?” Bianca challenged, and Courtney lunged towards her, pulling her into a kiss.

She coated the toy generously with lube, a messy endeavor that was made even messier from her hurried enthusiasm. As she kneeled over Bianca, guiding the dildo towards her, Bianca started to tell her to take it slow, but she was too late, Courtney sitting down firmly against her with a gasp.

“Are you okay?” Bianca asked, tracing light patterns up her thighs, waiting for her to adjust.

Courtney nodded, leaning forward, starting to rock slowly. Getting to act out a literal fantasy was new for Bianca, and it took her brain a minute to catch up to what was happening, this golden-haired goddess riding her the way she’d dreamed of. Bianca groaned, mesmerized by her tits. She reached up to toy with them, and as her fingers brushed over the dark pink of her hardened nipples, Courtney let out a broken moan.

All Bianca wanted was to hear that sound again, and so she kept at it, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers, finally lifting her head to take one into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder, teeth nibbling at her, doing anything she could to chase the beautiful sound of Courtney coming apart.

“Oh, god…” Courtney’s thighs squeezed Bianca’s hips as she thrust forward frantically, unable to get enough of her. She thought she’d wanted her before, but nothing she’d imagined could compare to the real thing, the heat of her smooth, soft skin, the feel of her luscious curves, the way her hands felt on Courtney’s trembling body. Best of all, the look in her dark eyes as she gazed up at Courtney with pure, open desire, taking one of Courtney’s tits into her mouth, tingles shooting straight to her core as a tongue circled her nipple.

Courtney was so wrapped up in the moment that the sudden buzzing of the vibrator caught her completely off guard, lighting her up from within, making her cry out. Fingers dug into Bianca’s shoulders as she gasped for breath.

“Do you like that?”

The question barely registered in Courtney’s addled mind, but she answered on auto, nodding vigorously, the rolling waves of vibration washing over her. She whimpered pitifully as Bianca took control, pushing her onto her back, capturing her mouth in a kiss as she began to drive her hips forward faster and faster. Her controlled rhythm kept Courtney torturously on the edge, clawing at her back.

When Bianca turned the vibrator up, Courtney nearly blacked out, writhing beneath her, coming hard, and then again before she could catch a single breath, her entire body like a live wire as Bianca kept pumping her hips, slower now, teeth buried in the tender skin of her neck as she moaned, eyes rolled back.

Her mind was completely empty of everything but white-hot pleasure, lungs burning with a lack of oxygen, every thrust pushing her deeper and deeper into blissful agony, until she collapsed in exhaustion.

When Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, to the feeling of Bianca pressing soft kisses all over her face, she was drenched in sweat and still gasping for air. It could have been a minute later, or 10, or 10 years--she had no idea.

She wrapped her arms tighter around Bianca’s waist, holding her close.

“Wow.”

Bianca giggled softly, an adorably girlish sound, nuzzling into her cheek, and Courtney sighed against her, realizing that she still hadn’t reciprocated. This was turning into an upsettingly one-sided arrangement. Of course, there was the chance that the vibrator had made up for Courtney’s own lack of follow-through.

“Did you come?” Courtney asked hopefully, twirling a lock of Bianca’s hair around her finger.

“I did,” Bianca assured her. “You?”

“So many times.” Courtney let out a giddy laugh.

“Oh yeah? How many?”

“I lost count,” she admitted, head dropping backwards with a sleepy sigh.

For a few moments, they just breathed in the silence, bodies pressed together in a tangled heap, so sated that they soon drifted off to a contented sleep.

***

When Bianca’s eyes opened again, the evening sky had grown dark and Courtney was snuggled tight against her, tracing around her nipples so lightly, it made her shudder. She turned to Courtney with a dimpled grin.

“Hi,” Courtney said, eyes sparkling at her.

“Hey…How are you feeling?”

“Perfect...amazing…” Courtney stretched, making Bianca shift to give her more room. She flung a leg over Bianca’s, mouth turned up into a smirk. “So...are you glad I debated you into fucking me?”

“First time I enjoyed losing an argument…”

Courtney giggled, pushing Bianca onto her back and slipping a leg in between hers, lips seeking out Bianca’s for a deep, messy kiss. Bianca buried her hands into Courtney’s hair, enjoying the feel of a firm thigh against her. It was no longer rushed and desperate the way it had been earlier.

It took Bianca a few minutes to catch on to what she was doing: lips brushing down her jaw to her neck, tongue over her collarbone, then circling her nipples. Slowly heading lower and lower.

“Court...what are you-”

“Fulfilling a promise…” Her breath was hot against Bianca’s abdomen, making her insides twist. She looked up at Bianca, batting her eyes innocently, bottom lip still brushing against her skin. “Is this okay?”

Bianca gulped. She was used to being in control, but could feel herself slipping, breath hitching as Courtney nibbled softly against her. When she didn’t immediately answer, Courtney crawled back up to capture her bottom lip in a heated kiss, teeth tugging it just enough that Bianca’s fingers dug into her waist. The way she hovered over Bianca’s body on her hands and knees, tits rubbing against Bianca’s own, made her shiver.

“I’m supposed to check, right?” Courtney asked, fingers skating up Bianca’s inner thigh to seek out her warm, wet pussy.

Bianca inhaled sharply, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as Courtney brought her slick fingers to her mouth, sucking hungrily at them, the satisfied noise she made so filthy that it made Bianca’s heart pound.

“Should I keep going?” Courtney asked, and Bianca nodded, allowing herself to relax backwards, enjoy the way she explored her body with a combination of tender affection and sordid greediness.

Her fingers curled back into Courtney’s hair as her head dipped lower and lower, eyes finally falling closed to concentrate on the heat of her tongue, when a bang on the door caused her to jump clean out of her skin.

“Bianca! Tell whatever slut you’ve got in there to cover up, we’re coming in!”

“Fuck me dead!” Courtney shrieked as the door flew open, snatching up a pillow to use as an ineffective privacy shield.

Willam stood in the doorway with her mouth open, just staring at them in absolute shock.

“That’s so Aussie,” giggled Alaska’s voice from behind her. “...Isn’t it?”

Willam turned around to ask incredulously, “Did you know it was Courtney she was fucking in there?”

“Yeah. Sorry. She’s loud.”

“Huh…Not with guys,” Willam said.

Bianca was just getting over her shock of being interrupted in such a vulnerable state, her initial terror turning to indignant anger.

“Excuse me!” she exclaimed, sitting up. “Is there a fucking reason for this invasion?!”

“Yes, asshole. Alaska’s been sexiled out here for hours and she needs to get her stuff,” Willam replied, hand on her hip.

“Shit.” Bianca glanced outside. The darkness had registered, but not the fact that they’d been keeping Alaska in purgatory. She would have felt a little bad...if she didn’t feel so fucking good.

“Omigod, Alaska, I’m so sorry!” Courtney cried guiltily. “I didn’t realize what time it was-”

“Clearly,” Willam said. “Get whatever you need, Lask. You can have Courtney’s bed tonight.” She turned back to Courtney, shaking her head with a scowl that just barely covered how amused she was. “I assume that’s okay with you, you fuckin’ whore?”

“Yes, of course!” Courtney said.

Bianca reached down for her blankets, which were piled down at the foot of the bed, pulling them up over their naked bodies to finally cover them both properly while Alaska retrieved her things.

“I guess she figured out what the tights meant,” she murmured into Courtney’s ear, earning a delighted laugh. Bianca pressed a kiss to her cheek, then unable to resist, nibbled softly down her jaw, almost immediately forgetting about their unwelcome company, whispering again into her skin, “God, you’re fucking delicious…”

Courtney’s cheeks were a lovely pink as she lowered the blanket slightly to say goodnight to the other girls.

“One word of advice, Bianca,” Willam said, holding the door open as Alaska scampered out. “...be careful.”

Bianca turned to her, glowering at her with a look that told Willam she better quickly shut the fucking door, but Willam continued.

“You know that thing about koalas and chlamydia...she could be patient zero…” she added.

Bianca leaned over and picked up one of Courtney’s sneakers from the ground beside the bed, hurling it towards Willam’s head with full force. She ducked, laughing, as it hit the door.

“Hey, I’m just looking out for your health!”

“Go!” Bianca yelled, blood pressure rising as Willam stuck out her tongue and finally shut the door behind her. She gave herself a few moments to shake off her irritation before turning back to Courtney with a smile. “Hey…”

“Hi.” Courtney bit her lip, suddenly bashful, and Bianca cupped her cheek gently.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah! I’m glad they know, actually,” Courtney said. “But…”

“But what?” Bianca felt a slight dread creep into the edges of her thoughts.

“But I kind of...have to pee.”

“Oh, yeah. Me too, actually,” Bianca chuckled, tossing the covers off. “And we should probably eat some dinner.”

“You’re still hungry?” Courtney asked, eyes flashing with a naughty glint.

Bianca laughed, utterly charmed. As she slid down from the bed, she caught Courtney’s gaze once again, dimples deep in her cheeks.

***

In the morning, once Bianca left for work, Courtney wandered back into her own room and flopped onto her unmade bed in a starry-eyed daze.

“Well well well. Look who’s joining us. The newest baby dyke,” Willam proclaimed, looking up from doing Alaska’s makeup.

“Will,” Alaska scolded, but Courtney just giggled, hugging a pillow to her chest.

She hadn’t gotten much sleep last night; neither of them did. And it was painful when Bianca finally slipped out of bed this morning to shower and get ready for work. Although Courtney had to admit, there was something sexy about watching her get ready--the almost choreographed routine of her hair and makeup, clad in a silky robe that kept slipping off her tanned shoulder, so enticing that Courtney eventually had to crawl to the edge of the bed to press a soft kiss against her. And then, when she began to get dressed, she allowed Courtney to dictate what she wore, down to the undergarments. She’d been amused when Courtney insisted on the set of forest green lingerie she’d bought that first week, the ones that had been at the center of Courtney’s most reckless fantasies.

“You like these?” Bianca had teased, dangling the panties between her fingers, laughing at the desperate edge in Courtney’s voice when she’d answered with a whispered ‘yes.’

Courtney curled around her pillow, counting the hours in her head until she would see Bianca again. She had an evening class after work, which meant that by the time she got home, Courtney would be stuck in her Cabaret rehearsal. It would be close to 11 pm before they’d be in the same room. Endless.

Willam looked up again, shaking her head and saying, “Surprised you can still walk after last night.”

“And this morning,” Courtney couldn’t help saying, with a cheeky grin. She nearly shivered with the memory of Bianca’s fingers working her into ecstasy while she was still in a sleepy, blissful haze, and then the intoxicating scent of her perfume right before she left, that glimpse she gave Courtney of the lingerie lingering in her mind, giving her something to obsess over all day.

Willam made a disgusted face, then began to fuss with Alaska’s hair.

“So...Ms. Del Rio took good care of you?” Alaska asked kindly, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, I’ll say…” Courtney smiled dreamily. “Did you know that you could come more than once, like in a row?”

“Everyone knows that, Courtney,” Willam said with an eye roll.

“No, I know, like in theory, but did you know actually?” Courtney sat up, eyes wide.

“Omigod,” Willam groaned. “She’s already fucked half your brain cells out.”

Alaska stifled a laugh, saying, “I’m real happy for you, Court.”

“Thank you. She just so…” Courtney searched for words, but came up empty. Shit, maybe Willam was right about her brain cells. She took a deep breath, noticing Alaska’s outfit for the first time. It was something she’d never worn before, and she looked adorable. “Alaska, I love that outfit! How come I’ve never seen it before?”

“It’s Willam’s.”

“Yeah, she had to borrow clothes since someone was getting railed in her bedroom this morning,” Willam said.

“Oh.” Courtney fell backwards, collapsing on the bed in blissful giggles. “Oops.”

***

One thing that Bianca enjoyed about being the oldest one in their little group was that the others often assumed she was wise and experienced, even when she wasn’t. She liked the respect that came along with them believing that she knew things, and didn’t do much to dissuade their (sometimes incorrect) assumptions.

The truth was, though, as much experience as Bianca had with girls, she had never technically been in a “relationship.” She’d had plenty of one-night stands, but there wasn’t ever anyone that she felt justified calling a girlfriend.

Even though Courtney had blithely brushed aside her concerns about hooking up with a roommate, it didn’t totally negate them. She knew that, as close as they were and as much time as they spent together, there wasn’t going to be anything casual about their relationship. Even now, when it had been less than a day.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she got home that night to find a note on her pillow.

Had to go to rehearsal, but there’s a surprise for you in the fridge. XO, C

The surprise turned out to be homemade banana pudding, which was shocking to Bianca for two reasons. One, because in the months that she’d known Courtney, what she’d witnessed of her “cooking” was mostly just blending up smoothies or making kale chips, and very occasionally cooking some vegetables in a pan to dump over rice. To see what looked like a made-from-scratch dessert...even if it was terrible, the effort was overwhelmingly apparent. And two, banana pudding was Bianca’s favorite food, but she couldn’t for the life of her remembering ever telling that to Courtney.

She wanted to wait and maybe eat it together, but after about an hour, her resolve broke down, and she was in for a third surprise. It was good.

“How’s it taste?” Alaska asked, leaning on the doorframe.

“Oh, uh...it’s...it’s great, actually.”

“That was her third try,” her roommate confided, an amused smile playing on her lips. “She really likes you.”

“Well…” Bianca swallowed uncomfortably. “I really like her, too.”

But was it too much, too fast? Bianca couldn’t focus on her homework, mind too busy with racing, anxious thoughts. She tried to distract herself, sitting with Alaska (and then Willam, once she got home) and watching an idiotic reality show that they loved, all about children’s competitive cheerleading.

Courtney got back to the apartment around ten, immediately flying into the living room and climbing directly into Bianca’s lap, kissing her deeply, clearly unconcerned about their potential audience.

“Hey there,” Bianca murmured, when they finally came up for air. “How was your day?”

“It was the longest day of my life,” Courtney breathed, nuzzling into her neck. “I’m so glad to be home.”

In some ways, this was Bianca’s worst nightmare. So many feelings. Soft, gooey feelings, exposed and raw. But on the other hand, she did feel awfully warm in Bianca’s arms, and she smelled like heaven, and maybe feelings weren’t the worst thing in the world…

“Did you try the pudding?” Courtney asked. “Was it okay?”

“It was perfect.”

“Good.” Courtney twirled a lock of hair, lashes fluttering, and whispered, “Show me the bra…”

“There are other people in the room, you know,” Bianca murmured back, feeling her cheeks heat up.

“So? Come on, just a peek.” Courtney tugged at her top button.

“Ugh...”

Courtney looked up, amused at Willam’s interruption. “What, Bill? You got an opinion to share?”

“Yeah. You’re being gross,” Willam said. “And you’ve never acted this way with a guy.”

“Bianca’s better than a guy,” said Courtney.

Bianca looked up at Willam and offered a little shrug. “My dick vibrates.”

Alaska burst out laughing, looking up from her laptop. “Hard to argue with that logic, eh Will?”

“Whatever,” Willam said, rolling her eyes.

Courtney’s attention was back on Bianca, fingering her button, and Bianca gave a little nod of consent, letting her open it, a sharp inhale immediately following. It was, quite frankly, thrilling to see her so turned on just from a glimpse down her top. And then her head snapped up, almost like getting startled out of a dream, saying, “Alaska…?”

“Yes, Courtney?”

“Do you want to...borrow my bed again?”

“I already put my stuff in your room,” Alaska informed her.

“Oh, okay...beaut.” Courtney slid from Bianca’s lap and sauntered into her bedroom, Bianca quickly scrambling behind.

“Goodnight, guys!” Bianca tossed out.

Courtney gave a little wave to her other roommates before shutting the door firmly, cutting off the sound of their amused laughter. Then she turned and flashed the naughtiest, most wicked grin Bianca had ever seen.

“Lay down.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bitney #bianca del rio #courtney act #willam belli #alaska thunderfuck #willaska #college au #lesbian au #friends to lovers #fluff #smut #off limits #just friends #veronica #albatross

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Misguided Ghost Ch. 8

A.N.: Hey everyone! So this chapter is a little shorter than usual, it just flowed better that way though! In other news, I have finished writing my thesis and presented it! All that I have left for the program is my student teaching. But as of now, I basically have two masters degrees :)

Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Cheering Up

I helped the guys load up the van, just following what Billy told me to do. I was feeling a bit drained emotionally, and upset with myself for losing it. I hoped that the guys weren’t going to hold it against me. They all checked on me while we packed and seemed genuinely concerned, but I was still worried that they would think I couldn’t investigate with them. I had since put on Zak’s jacket, letting the sleeves dangle over my finger tips in a comforting way. Climbing into the back of the van, I let myself sink further into the jacket. “You ok?” Aaron asked as he sat in front of me, turning around so he was facing me. I smiled lightly and nodded.

We got back to the hotel and headed to our rooms. The plan was for everyone to wash up and change really quick, then meet in the continental breakfast room. The first thing I did when I got back to my room was take my contacts out and wash my face. I didn’t even bother with putting make up back on as I changed into a pair of black leggings, an oversized knitted light pink sweater, and my white converse. I put on my large framed grey glasses and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I grabbed Zak’s jacket and walked over to his room, knocking lightly in hopes that other guests wouldn’t wake up. He answered the door rather quickly and smiled at me. “What’s up?” he asked.

“I’m just bringing back your jacket. Thanks for letting me borrow it,” I said holding it out to him. Right then though I got a chill and shivered slightly. Zak caught it and chuckled softly.

“Keep it for now, you seem cold,” he said, walking out of his room so we could go get some breakfast. I slipped it on and internally sighed as I felt its warmth. “Nice glasses,” he smirked at me.

“Thanks, they have glitter in them,” I giggled. “Same to you.” I had noticed Zak had the same idea as I did and put his glasses on once we got back to the hotel. He chuckled.

“How are you doing?” Zak asked me. I could hear the concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. A little emotionally exhausted, but I’m ok,” I answered him, looking down. “I’m sorry about that. I hope you don’t think that I can’t do this. I don’t know what came over me.” I began fiddling with his jacket sleeves.

“Y/N, it wasn’t your fault at all. You were being affected. Honestly all the information you were able to give us was impressive and I have no doubt that you’re a benefit to this team,” Zak reassured me. Who would have thought two weeks ago he would be the one to comfort me. I looked up at him and nodded.

When we walked into the continental breakfast room, Billy and Aaron were already sitting with plates of food in front of them. Zak and I went through the buffet line, thankful there was not a ton of people in the room with us. Once we sat down Nick came in and tapped Zak on his shoulder. He whispered something to him quickly, and it seemed like I was the only one who was actually curious at what he said as Billy and Aaron were stuffing their faces. Breakfast was quiet, with little remarks of how good the food was going back and forth. When we all finished eating, it was around eight in the morning. “I know we are all tired, but I want to go over a few EVPs that we captured,” Zak announced. Billy nodded while Aaron groaned and went to fill up his coffee. Nick agreed, and we set off to Billy’s room. Nick grabbed two chairs from the balcony for him and Zak, while Billy sat at the desk and went to work on the digital recorders. Aaron sat on the edge of the bed and I plunked myself down beside him, leaning my head on his arm. I could see out of my peripheral vision Zak glancing at me from time to time. I couldn’t really read the look on his face as he was a bit stoic. He could be worried, I thought. After about an hour of going through some audio evidence, and me falling asleep for about five minutes, Nick stood up.

“I can’t sit here anymore, do you guys want to go into town?” he questioned, and everyone agreed a little too enthusiastically for my sleepy state of mind. I could sense all their attention on me as I stood up, and I raised my eyebrow.

“Are you guys planning on leaving me somewhere or something?” I asked. They chuckled.

“No. Let’s go sleepy head,” Aaron said, leading the way out of the room. We all climbed into the van, the guys quietly talking along the way. I remained quiet, still feeling the emotional drain from the investigation. The van came to a stop outside a cute brick building. I climbed out of the back and looked up, seeing a used book store sign. A small smile graced my lips. I looked over at the guys who seemed to be judging my reaction. “Surprise!” Aaron did little jazz hands. I let out a breathy laugh as I pieced together what just happened.

“Wait, did we come here for me?” I asked.

“I found it this morning before breakfast and told Zak. Figured you had an emotional night and this might cheer you up. We got used to your smile over the past few days. Seeing you cry was just sad,” Nick stated. I walked over and gave him a hug.

“Thank you. I’m about to start crying happy tears cause I’m tired, but I swear it’s all good!” I said, wiping my eye that started to blur. Billy walked over to the door and held it open.

“After you miss,” he said in a posh accent. I giggled.

“Why thank you kindly sir.” I walked in with the guys behind me. The store had two floors and smelt of dusty paper, I smiled. All the newer, more popular books were down stairs. I wondered around a bit, until I reached the stairs at the back of the store. The guys had all gone into their own sections to look around as well, so I slipped upstairs peacefully. They had remembered what I said about loving to go to used book stores when I would travel, and I thought that was so kind. The upstairs held the discounted classics, mythology books, and ancient writers, aka, my favorite section. I slowly walked from section to section, picking up and flipping through titles that piqued my interest. There was no one on this level, so it felt nice and peaceful. With an armful of books, I settled on the floor in one of the back rows. There was a window letting in natural sunlight and it warmed my skin nicely, nothing like the coldness I felt last night. I ended up lost in my own literary world until I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up quickly to find Zak smiling down at me. The look in his eyes though were something else, like he was trying to be gentle, like he was staring at a wounded animal and wasn’t sure how to approach it. I don’t know what is worse, him giving me a hard time, or looking at me like I could break any second so he had to be soft. “Stop looking at me like that,” I spoke quietly, returning my attention to my books.

“I’m not looking at you in any certain way,” he copied my tone, moving over a chair to sit in front of me.

“Yes, you are. You’re looking at me like I’m a wounded animal who needs help. You have been since everything happened in the lockdown. I…”

“You aren’t smiling. Not really at least,” Zak cut me off. I furrowed my brows.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Over the past two weeks that we have known you, you always seem to have a smile on your face. Seeing you that upset last night was unnerving. And even now when you smile, it’s not the same,” I could feel by face start to flush at his words. I looked down hoping I could hide it. Zak sighed audibly and continued. “Look Y/N, we help each other out in this group. We aren’t just work friends, we’re family. And when we see a part of our family hurting, we try to cheer them up. The moment you accepted the position, you became our family. So accept the fact that we’re trying to cheer you up. It doesn’t make you seem weak, if that’s what you are worried about,” I nodded and smiled softly, a real smile.

“What book did you find?” I asked him. Zak shook his head in disbelief at the topic change, but smiled anyways.

“A hardback Dracula. Only $5” he chuckled.

“Aren’t used book stores the best?” I questioned, motioning to my stack of growing books.

“How many do you have there?” Zak asked, getting up and offering his hand to help me off the floor. I took it and he pulled me up easily.

“Only seven,” I shrugged, picking them up. Zak grabbed a few to help me since a few were large volumes on ancient Greece and we walked downstairs to meet up with the others and pay for our finds.

#ghost adventures imagine #Ghost Adventures #ghost adventures x reader #zak bagans #zak bagans imagine #zak bagans x reader #misguided ghost

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The 13 Scariest Paranormal Investigation TV Show Episodes You Need To Watch - And The Links To Watch Them For Free!

As a paranormal blogger, I’m used to fangirling with other occult-obsessives about anything that’s spooky.

It could be a scary movie. It could be a ghost they’ve seen first hand. It could even be an urban legend that frightened them to their very core! Either way, they always have a turning point in their life that pushed them towards the paranormal.

My epiphany was different.

Sure, I’ve always had this constant connection with otherworldly spirits - but it was developed by one thing: paranormal documentary TV shows.

Most Haunted, Ghost Adventures, Celebrity Ghost Stories…

Each and every one made me want to be there with them!

I wanted to wander ‘round castles for a living. I wanted to read ghost stories everyday and explore the history behind them. I wanted to connect the dots and explore a new, hidden world.

It’s for that reason that I’ve decided to share my love for these shows with you, dear reader.

I’ve brought together the best episodes from Most Haunted, Ghost Adventures, Paranormal Lockdown, Celebrity Ghost Stories, Ghost Hunters and Paranormal Witness, explained the ghost stories that are the centre of the episodes, and have even provided links (and the terrifying timestamps) to the episodes.

All you’ve got to do is press play!

Oh, and leave a comment on which one traumatised you the most…

Now, let’s get spooky.

#1 - The Dorothy Puente Murder House - Ghost Adventures (S12, E3)

Ghosts give me the heebeejeebies. Demons make me want to hide under my quilt and cry to a Sigrid song. But it’s stories of entrapment that really fuck me up.

This is one of those stories.

Dorothy Puente was a landlady who ran a boarding house in California for elderly and mentally disabled residents. Don’t be fooled by her charitable exterior, though - what was happening inside the boarding house was a very different story.

Puente was a serial killer who committed 9 murders - a number which is still disputed to this day - throughout the 1980s, and then cashed their social security checks.

Whilst there are a number of details to this case, I thought I’d leave that to be discovered during the episode.

Nevertheless, I thought I’d wet your appetite with some seriously traumatising tales:

In 1985, she hired someone to do wood panelling in her apartment. Not only did she give him an old pickup truck that I assume contained traces of evidence of her crimes, she asked him to build a 6-by-3-by-2 foot box. In non-maths terms, that’s the dimensions of a coffin.

Claiming it was full of books and other small items for disposal, she journeyed with him to a local dump to dispose of these, uh, books, and stopped him before they reached the local area to dump the waste.

She directed him to instead drop it into a river cause that’s not suspicious at all.

But suspicions were roused when she began repeatedly hiring a local homeless man to do certain tasks like digging the basement and removing soil from it, or putting concrete in the garage. It was when he disappeared that the pieces began to connect together.

Given the dark details behind the case, when Zak Bagans and his squad rocked up, they were on the receiving end some of the most striking paranormal activity they had ever witnessed:

Featuring EVPs crammed full of aggressive growls and demands for them to “Get out!”, or Ovilus Voices spewing words eerily similar to the murders and how the bodies were disposed of, this investigation stays true to what happened there.

But outside of the equipment used, the physical effects on the investigators was incredible!

One medium felt a choking sensation believed to channel the feelings of victims being force fed sleeping pills and then left to die in the Death Room. And the other? She drew a picture uncomfortably similar to a spirit seen by a tenant of the house - the spirit of Dorothy Puente.

The other physical contact experienced includes pain felt in Zak’s lower back, as well as Zak entering this trance like state from which he fell off the bed!

Here’s the episode:

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x55gpad

Want to seem some spooks, like, right now?

09.10 - an EVP with Peggy, the resident who sees Puente’s spirit frequently.

13.10 - a medium begins to sense spirits and experiences some shocking effects.

17.30 - a medium produces pictures of the spirit she senses.

25.20 - EVPs in the backyard - where the bodies were buried - answer some of the questions that still go unanswered.

30.20 - Zak Bagans begins to exhibit extremely peculiar behaviour.

#2 - Idaho State Tuberculosis Hospital - Ghost Adventures (S18, E10)

Whispers, children and angry old men.

No, it’s not the title of Fall Out Boy’s latest album - it’s just a few of the current inhabitants of The Gooding Inn.

Once a TB hospital that was shut down in 1976, this building has witnessed its patients literally choke and drown in their own blood as their lungs fill up.

But what’s seriously scary about this episode is the effects on the most recent residents of the inn:

Not only was the housekeeper clearly upset about her encounter with an angry male ghost, she clearly feels the negative energy such spirits embody.

But it's when the current resident is interviewed that the reality of this location is realised. Two of her children had died whilst living in the former hospital, forging a strange link that is explored in the episode.

Yet before I spoil the whole show, here’s a taste of what’s to come:

A playful child spirit and a woman with a child make their own appearances, as well as the strange tale - and even stranger spirit - of Anton Beaver.

Ready to watch?

Here’s the episode:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdCxNtshvhg

Looking for a quick fear fix?

These are the timestamps of note:

05.25 - Zak Bagans starts the show with the housekeeper’s own tale of the hauntings she’s witnessed.

10.00 - One woman recounts the potential impact of the hauntings on her family.

12.15 - a paranormal investigator brings his own footage and experience of activity in a passage from which gurneys and wheelchairs would bring in the patients

16.00 - Zak Bagans researches those who died there - and creates a sudden shockwave of paranormal activity across the building.

21.50 - a weird non-human noise is heard when a dark shadow appears.

32.00 - pranks set by a spirit of a former child patient begin to haunt the team.

#3 - 30 East Drive - Most Haunted (S18, E1 Halloween Special)

Take a look around my blog - no, seriously, look at what I write about: old manors, haunted abbeys, demonic forests… They all seem to stand out. And I think that’s what makes this tale - and this episode - quite so scary.

Welcome to 30 East Drive, a council house nestled in Yorkshire, England.

It started in 1966. The Prichtard family had just moved into a new home when they started to notice rather peculiar occurrences:

A fine layer of dust fell on everything in the house, puddles would appear from nowhere, even if one was cleaned up, the tea dispenser would go off randomly, and items would levitate!

Given the evident paranormal resident, clergymen were called to exorcise the house.

They were not successful. Holy water would leak out of the walls, ghostly hands would appear and ‘conduct’ the hymns being said to remove him, faces were slapped and people were pushed. Despite the rather playful poltergeist at first, this spirit slowly became more aggressive:

The daughter, Diane, began to find scrapes and bruises appear on her body, and was even dragged up the stairs by her hair! It was eventually deduced that this could be the spirit of a Monk whose body was discarded down the well that the house now sits on. Why was he thrown down a well?

Because he - or perhaps his twin brother - raped and murdered a young girl.

And as he is often seen wearing black robes, the house was given labelled the Black Monk House. Fancy a watch? You’ll be spoiled for choice then - Paranormal Lockdown also had a stay in the house.

Here’s the Most Haunted Episode:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO3EeYBGNuo

“But, spookyllama, where are the timestamps?”

I couldn’t find any timestamps of note because the activity in this episode is constant!

Within the first 1 and a half minutes, a marble is thrown, echoing one of the most common hauntings in this house. Knives were also found sticking out of sofas, as was a crucifix jumping off the bed.

#4 - The Wentworth Woodhouse - Most Haunted (S17, E6)

Our next episode also features a ghostly monk, but this time we see activity beyond marbles being chucked at cameramen. Indeed, this episode is just as iconic as the former - this is due to the controversy surrounding the evidence captured in this video.

One of the most famous hauntings of the Wentworth Woodhouse is the first earl of the house walking down the main stairs of the house. Only he’s headless. And they claimed to capture this footage:

https://www.mirror.co.uk/tv/tv-news/most-haunted-team-finally-catch-12417869

This footage only taps into one component of the paranormal activity seen in this house, however.

This house has seen centuries worth of aristocratic family feuds, deaths and drama which still roam its halls. Whether its footsteps, ghostly laughter or opera singing, it seems all past residents never actually left.

Yet aside from the earl taking a nightly stroll, the scariest spirit has to be a ghost that stands still during his hauntings, leading many people to think he’s a statue.

Specifically, the most haunted locations - aside from the library - are the George VI quarters. With shadows tracing the walls and dark figures standing in the doorways, the Most Haunted team were certainly not alone.

You can see the episode here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdTnJC4cO54

Want a speedy scare?

28.00 - a door rattles and sounds as if its being opened, only its not - it’s locked and there’s no handle.

30.00 - The team hears a whistle, so they whistle back. What happens next is mind-blowing…

50.00 - The crew hears a couple of footsteps follow them around a part of the house.

#5 - The Washoe Club - Ghost Adventures (S16, E7)

The Ghost Adventures team might have investigated this wild-west location 3 times, but it gets no less spooky as time goes on. The oldest saloon there, The Millionaires’ Club, is the centre of the activity as a former exclusive saloon for rich businessmen.

Upon Zak Bagans and his team’s final return, they are reduced to tears by the activity witnessed.

This activity includes the spirit of a prostitute who committed suicide in room 77, a full-bodied apparition in the ballroom, a brick thrown in the basement and a women, Lena, haunting the staircase.

The episodes in particular have also captured EVPs saying their names: “Zak, look out”, and "Nick, Zak, coming..., they're scaring me".

Ready for a trip to the Wild West?

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/xqhyh6

#6 - Hinsdale House - Paranormal Lockdown (S1, E5)

If you thought these buildings were scary, wait ‘til you hear about the Hinsdale House. Question is, what separates it from the other contenders?

This is a demonic haunting.

Considered this generation’s Amityville, the whole property exhibits signs of activity an exorcism couldn't rid it of: mysterious phone calls, chanting from nearby woods, animal hybrids and full bodied apparitions are just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to this house.

Lucky for us, the Paranormal Lockdown team spent 72 hours here, investigating the hauntings both during the day and night.

Within the first 7 minutes of filming, an abundance of flies fills the house, not unlike horror films that trace the stories behind houses just like this. The following emotional impact on Nick further forges a link to the supernatural.

Featuring choking, consistent EVP’s saying Nick’s name and even Lorraine Warren on the blower telling them to get out of the house, negative energy is an understatement for this house.

You can watch it here:

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6tujvf

Head to 25.00 if you want to see their investigation of the forest - including the Gregorian chanting that is claimed to still echo on this former Native American burial ground.

28.00 - when Katrina asks spirits to go to Nick and show their presence when he’s in a different room, the spirits follow orders.

Unfortunately, the spooks don’t end when the credits roll:

Nick claims spirits from this house followed him home and told him to go to a little house tucked away in England.

And that house was 30 East Drive.

#7 - 30 East Drive - Paranormal Lockdown (S2, Halloween Special)

So, we know Most Haunted’s verdict of the Black Monk House - what about Nick and Katrina’s?

Having spent 100 hours there - one of the longest amounts of time they’ve been in lockdown for - they witness apparitions, marbles flying across the house, a scar appears on Katrina’s stomach, and even a murder attempt by the spirit.

That’s right - a Grandfather clock is pushed over, nearly killing Nick!

You can watch that happen here:

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6azzx0

#8 - The St. Augustine Lighthouse - Ghost Adventures (S2, E19)

Haunted locations aren’t just famed for paranormal fanatics like me rocking up.

It’s the history which matters.

And this haunted lighthouse is celebrated for its history with its own museum denoting the things it was witnessed as a part of America’s Oldest Port. And with multiple people living and dying on the property, the subsequent variety of activity is what sets this lighthouse apart from, well, non-haunted lighthouses!

But it's that history repeating itself that makes this one of the scariest episodes included on this list: a woman in white roams both the nearby forest and the top levels of the lighthouse, a man walking in uniform wanders round the basement, and spirits make use of the famous staircase that fills this building.

Have I piqued your interest? You can satisfy your supernatural needs here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHsNtvT8uHU

Check out the walk through of the lighthouse and description of the main activity at 05.30.

19.45 - you can hear the chattering of multiple spirits on the staircase - and you might even see someone - or something - walking down it, too.

24.00 - this is the most incredible evidence they’ve ever captured - trust me.

#9 - The Stanley Hotel - Ghost Hunters (S2, E22)

Famous for inspiring the Stephen King classic, The Shining, this hotel is infamous for its real life haunted history. First opened in 1909, the 420 rooms - including an underground cave system - hold many ghosts who still make regular appearances.

Room 217 for example, once belonged to a housekeeper. Often visitors to this room notice their luggage is unpacked, items moving, or the lights flickering. Oh, and she’s not a fan of couples sleeping together in the same room, either!

After that, why not visit the Concert Hall? Haunted by a spirit who was once believed to be an usher, you may hear a voice telling you to leave, a nudge, or even see flashes of light of his torch.

You might even hear the giggle of a child echoing down from the attic, a former nursery.

Question is, why is it quite so haunted? There’s 2 claims behind this: the crystals in the cave system below the hotel channel the energy, and the staircase is a vortex for ghosts, allowing them to come and go as they please.

Ready to see what happened?

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6ekji3

#10 - The Rain Man - Paranormal Witness (S1, E6)

Ghosts and spirits, demons and death; all the episodes mentioned in this post stick to relatively confined notions of the spiritualistic and pagan religions. However, this episode takes us further than I ever expected.

Paranormal Witness is a show - a bit like Celebrity Ghost Stories - where paranormal stories get retold and acted out.

And this episode follows a young man, Don, who becomes possessed by his abusive grandfather. Having displayed the typical signs of possession, he then began to have strange encounters with water.

Water began to seep from the walls, and then from the ceiling. But this wasn’t water - when someone touched it, it felt sticky.

It was only when Don was stuck in a trance, that water began to go upwards, towards the ceiling, and pots and pan began to rattle.

When religious rituals were used to cleanse Don, the water was directed towards the bible and person performing the cleansing.

This was only the start of Don’s new powers. And they were to intensify during his final stint in prison.

Hungry for more? Check out the full episode here:

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2hvjvg

#11 - The Haunted Highway - Paranormal Witness (S1, E2)

Like I said: Paranormal Witness doesn’t stick to the typical hauntings we see. And this episode involves a UFO.

This story - without spoiling the episode - revolves around a mother and son who go missing in the desert. With a relative’s strange dreams pointing her to where they might be and a medical mystery twisting the tale, all that is left is one question:

What really happened in the desert?

You can watch this episode on Amazon for £1.89.

#12 - Celebrity Ghost Stories (S1, E9)

This episode featuring Morgan Fairchild, Lili Taylor, John Salley and Vincent Curatol is considered one of the scariest episodes of this popular episodes from which paranormal experience are acted out.

Here’s the synopsis to tickle your tastebuds of terror:

“A young Morgan Fairchild is abused by a spirit when she moves into her new husband's family home; an unidentifiable stranger comes to John Salley's aid during a nightclub shooting; Lili Taylor hears unexplained noises when she goes on retreat.”

You can watch this episode on Amazon for £1.89.

#13 - Pendle Hill - Most Haunted (S6, Halloween Special)

Pendle Hill might feature as a hiking opportunity in the Pennines, but it actually has a history - and a haunting - to boot.

Back in the early 17th century, a family of peasants were believed to possess a variety of paranormal powers. And the effigies they made of human hair and teeth didn’t make them appear any less suspicious, either!

The Pendle Witches, as they were known, were arrested, tried and then hung on Pendle Hill.

The witches never left the hill, however.

Not only did the neighbours of the Pendle Witches experience and die from mysterious illnesses, to this day supernatural activity has stuck close to this location.

Teeth have dropped onto tables during seances, and unnaturally frequent rainfall on the hill is a common occurrence.

So, what did the Most Haunted team see when they visited the site?

Acorah was apparently possessed by a witch, and a table and a glass smashed during the seance. Oh, and the whole cast and crew felt as if they were being strangled at certain points during filming.

Were they experiencing the final moments of the Pendle Witches as they were executed for their crimes?

You can check that episode out here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wu7yRqoLxLc

Or, you can have a speedy spook, instead!

30.00 - the equipment batteries drain, a classic indicator of paranormal presences.

32.00 - Acorah begins his readings of the area, and clearly becomes quite emotional and intense when describing the spirits he sees and hears.

45.00 - Acorah exhibits strange behaviour, and is on the receiving end of harmful spirits.

59.40 - Acorah sees a spirit - or perhaps an otherworldly being.

01.48.00 - the team perform the seance.

Now it’s time to hear what you think.

Which episode are you watching tonight?

And did I miss any seriously-spooktastic episodes out?

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