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—– FRIENDS DON’T LIE
Life is never in our control. And it’s never easy. For most of us, survival is the only option. But it’s how we survive that counts.
Nicole Peeler, Eye of the Tempest (via bookquotesbook)
Well I really shouldn’t have read these at 1 AM. But reposting these because being creeped out is what I specialize in. If you guys liked this, you may also like:
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Genuine Ghost Pictures
Creepy Japanese Urban Legends
Creepy Things Said by Kids Part 1
Creepy Things Said by Kids Part 2
Creepy Things Said by Kids Part 3
Kid’s Imaginary Friends
Dark & Disturbing Myths
Robert the Haunted Doll
Here is something that most people would agree is true about Robert the Doll: He’s terrifying.
The structure known now as The Artist House was built in 1898 by Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Otto. By many accounts, they were well-off but abusive toward their servants. One serving girl who had been badly mistreated and was apparently versed in the arts of voodoo gave their son, Robert Eugene Otto (called Gene by his friends), a straw doll that stood about three feet tall. It was to be his companion and friend for the entirety of his childhood.
Gene gave the doll his first name, Robert, and took him with him everywhere. It is said that his parents often heard him upstairs talking to the doll and answering in an entirely different voice. Strange things began to occur as misfortunes began to befall the family, and always Gene would appear, holding Robert in his crisp white sailor suit and proclaiming, “Robert did it.” While, to outside eyes, it would be the work of a rambunctious child, close friends of the family agreed that it was in fact the doll who was somehow to blame. Many claimed to hear giggling coming from the doll or to have caught a glimpse of him running up the steps or staring out the turret-room window at them.
While most children tend to outgrow the imaginary friends, Robert’s hold on Gene was strong. When his parents died and Gene inherited the house, Robert was rediscovered in the attic. Almost from the moment Gene laid eyes on him, Robert’s influence could be felt. His wife found the thing unsettling, insisting she’d seen the expression on its face change, but Gene would hear none of it. When she locked the doll back in the attic, Gene flew into a rage, demanding that Robert needed a room of his own where he could see the street.
Finally, Gene put Robert in the attic where he could do no more harm. Robert, it seemed, had other plans. Visitors in the house could hear something walking back and forth in the attic, though no one was up there, and several times demonic giggling interrupted the quiet evenings. Even the other citizens of Key West had heard about Robert and his evil habits. More than once it was reported that the doll watched people and mocked school children from the window of the turret room. Gene, who insisted that Robert was in the attic, was quite surprised to find him in the rocking chair by the turret room window. He seized the doll and took it back to the attic, only to find it again in the rocking chair when he came back down.
When Gene Otto died in 1972, many thought it to be the end of Robert. Evil, however, never dies. Robert waited patiently until another family bought the house. When their little girl, who was only ten years old at the time, found Robert in the attic, she claimed him for her own. She unleashed a chilling hell on herself, claiming that the doll tortured her. Now, more than thirty years later, she steadfastly claims that the doll was alive and wanted to kill her. She is still deeply traumatized.
While haunted doll stories are not uncommon, the case of Robert is unique in that so many claim to have witnessed his evil first-hand. Visitors who have seen him claim to have witnessed his expression changing into a menacing smirk, and a plumber once fled from the house claiming he heard the doll giggle.
Robert, still dressed in his white sailor’s suit and clutching his stuffed lion, has also reportedly pulled pranks aplenty on those who care for him. A museum employee once cleaned Robert and left for the evening, locking the doors behind him and shutting off the lights. When he arrived the next day, several lights, including the one near Robert’s case, were on. Also, Robert was placed differently than when the employee last saw him. Stranger still, the bottoms of Robert’s shoes were coated in fresh dust as though he’d been walking around the museum. More than once, employees have reported hearing a sound like someone tapping on glass as they pass Robert’s case. When they turn to look, they have seen Robert’s hand pressed against the glass. (Source)
"Thomas?" He murmured gently, trying not to startle him.
He could sense the others presence near by just as soon as he appeared, his abilities had never let him down before. Lips curved into a wide smile as he finished scribbling his notes on in his notebook; he’d spent the evening channeling spirit for research. “Could that be who I think it is? Marcus?”
Marcus enjoyed the kiss, probably more than he should have and he was extremely reluctant to part. Apparently, during his absence, he’d found more than a little confidence.
“I don’t mind.” He murmured in reply, combing fingers through Thomas’ hair just to feel it again. “I still don’t have much of an appetite.” That much, at least, hadn’t changed. He’d always eaten very little and often tended to leave a few bites at least of whatever he had been eating. “What do you feel like?”
“You gotta eat, babe. It’s important to keep ya healthy, y’know?” He suggested softly, a kiss to his cheek as he shifted in his seat to reach for the takeout menus in the side drawer. “I’m feeling like some Japanese and Thai food. Does that sound appealing to you? I’ve got this delivery menu here...I’m pretty simple though...just these special chicken wing things and chicken teriyaki...maybe some pad thai.” A hand rested at his stomach, giving it a pat. “Enough to do me for a couple meals...or just one if you wanted to pick at it all with me.”
Shifting again, he reached for his cellphone and passed the menu off to Marcus to look at. “Oh -- and when did you get to be so bold?” he teased.
Cute first date ideas: ghost hunting
I’m having a really hard time finding dedicated roleplayers who are serious about their muses. Please reblog this post if you are a regular/semi-regular roleplayer who does not discriminate when it comes to rp partners and I will come pay you a visit.
5.12.2014 (Posted On 5.13.2014)
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Sorry for the late posts, spring allergies are killing me this year. I’m not even sure I’ll live to see tomorrow, not when I’m struggling to make every breath, sleeping is scary now.
I see DEAD PEOPLE. Y’know, like some Stephen King movie kinda shit.
independent vampire chronicles original character semi selective
RULES || ASK || BIO
self-knowledge questionnaire for your muse!
↪ the test is here.
tagged by: snatched this from @benu-ka tagging: - @talamascantraveller @talamascan-miller
Shyness
Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.
Sensitivity
You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.
Exhibitionism
There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.
"Thomas?" He murmured gently, trying not to startle him.
He could sense the others presence near by just as soon as he appeared, his abilities had never let him down before. Lips curved into a wide smile as he finished scribbling his notes on in his notebook; he’d spent the evening channeling spirit for research. “Could that be who I think it is? Marcus?”
“Thank you.” He grinned, laughing gently at his rather intimate touch and even more so when he tugged him down onto his lap. Marcus pressed in close, wrapping his arms around Thomas’ shoulders and nodded slightly. “That sounds like a lovely date…” He grinned and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, ensuring it held all the passion for Thomas he currently felt.
His stomach tightened, skin tingling with slight anxiety from the sudden closeness and intimacy; this was it - a new start. It both excited and scared him entirely. Gently, Thomas reached up to take his glasses off of Marcus’ face, setting them aside as their lips met; arms entwined around him to hold him close. Moments later, he’d part from the kiss breathlessly. “What are you in the mood for? I mean...food wise...”
*Questions for the Muse!
1: One word to describe you?
2: One word to describe your life?
3: One word to describe how you're feeling at the very moment?
4: Closest friend of the same sex?
5: Closest friend of the opposite sex?
6: First pet?
7: First crush?
8: First love?
9: First time?
10: Current relationship status?
11: Weaknesses?
12: Strengths?
13: Allergies?
14: A misconception people often think of you?
15: Something people would find surprising about you?
16: Something you get told all the time?
17: Something you regret?
18: Something you admire about the last person you spoke to?
19: Something you don't like about yourself?
20: Something you do like about yourself?
21: Last time you spoke to your family?
22: Last family member you spoke to?
23: Last time you kissed someone?
24: Last time you had sex?
25: Last time you slept with someone next to you?
26: Last time you said I love you?
27: Last time you've been treated to lunch?
28: Last time someone made you laugh?
29: Last time you cried?
30: Last time you skipped work/school?
"Thomas?" He murmured gently, trying not to startle him.
He could sense the others presence near by just as soon as he appeared, his abilities had never let him down before. Lips curved into a wide smile as he finished scribbling his notes on in his notebook; he’d spent the evening channeling spirit for research. “Could that be who I think it is? Marcus?”
“My mistake…” He teased, grinning as he followed Thomas’ movements and pressed himself against him. He gazed down at him with a smile, lifting a hand to gently stroke through his hair.
“Staying in sounds good to me. If you would want to, of course.” He suggested with a smile, plucking off his glasses and putting them on himself. “I like you in these. They suit you.”
Hands traveled downwards to playfully cup the others rear, pulling him even closer with a wide smile on his face. “Yeah? You think so? They look pretty damn cute on you as well.” Thomas tugged him down to sit on his lap, nuzzling close. “Staying in is fine with me, I’ll let you pick a movie -- we can order one on the television and order some food as well.”
"Thomas?" He murmured gently, trying not to startle him.
He could sense the others presence near by just as soon as he appeared, his abilities had never let him down before. Lips curved into a wide smile as he finished scribbling his notes on in his notebook; he’d spent the evening channeling spirit for research. “Could that be who I think it is? Marcus?”
“As he should be, I’m very powerful.” He replied with a mischievous grin and a gentle laugh, remaining pressed against Thomas now. It felt too good to be this close to part company now.
Thomas was right though, whether Marcus wanted to admit it or not. “I suppose a lot would have changed. But I still feel the same about you too.” He murmured reluctantly and then leaned back with a grin. “When did you get so smart?” He teased.
Even if things had changed, they still felt the same about each other, so it would still work. Their feelings were the most important part and to know that Thomas still felt the same way he did filled him with a lot of hope.
“Yes, you are.” He grinned, kissing his cheek again before letting him lean back; soft laughter leaving his lips at the comment. Thomas looked at him as if he were shocked. “What do you mean? I’ve always been this smart.” arms gave him another playful squeeze before releasing him all together to take his hands in his.
“Maybe we can go on a date if you wanted to go...or stay in and watch a movie? I want to spend all my time getting to know you again.” Thomas sat down on his chair again, tugging Marcus closer to him; his arms wrapping around his waist.
In an episode of “Uncovered” these two photos taken by a Chicago College student were examined. He claims to have captured these scary images on his security camera inside of his Logan Square apartment. In the first photo you see what appears to be the spirit of a young boy. In the second image, it appears to be a young boy again, except this time it is following the man walking in the photo.
"Thomas?" He murmured gently, trying not to startle him.
He could sense the others presence near by just as soon as he appeared, his abilities had never let him down before. Lips curved into a wide smile as he finished scribbling his notes on in his notebook; he’d spent the evening channeling spirit for research. “Could that be who I think it is? Marcus?”
Marcus laughed gently at his choice of words; phrasing that was implicitly his and made him entirely who he was. And entirely adorable for that matter. He pressed himself flush to Thomas as soon as he was pulled back in and a pleased grin settled on his face. His roller coaster of emotions was settling on something very happy; it all seemed to be going positively now.
“I’d do everything I can before I let any spirit’s like Old Man Jerry harm you. All this power has to help those I care about somehow at least.” He insisted with a smile and leaned back to look at him properly. “I want to be with you again… like we used to. If we could even do that now.”
A low content hum left him as their bodies met; arms circling around him once again, content smile tugging at his lips. “I’m sure Old Man Jerry is very intimidated by you, look at you -- my tough guy.” Thomas pressed a kiss to his forehead, hands back to tracing patterns along his back; turning his head now to hide his expression.
It surely wasn’t wrong to wish for things to be as they once were but it wasn’t something that Thomas thought was the right course of action -- or easy for that matter. Things had changed slightly, he’d gone back to researching and handling occasional projects with the Talamasca and things were different but he wanted to make it work more than ever. “I’m not sure if it could be exactly how it was. Maybe we can build something new together? Something better? Everything still stands, all those feelings for you and all that. That never changed but I think we both have changed as well, in our time apart.”