#bumpsinthenight

[iamalexandermendoza]

It’s giving “Prince” at Bumps in the Night 👑☔️ #halloween2022 #bumpsinthenight (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkczCdFAoLA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[neilbartonsarts]

bumps in the night

[twn79]

#halloween #halloweencountdown #halloween2016 #scary #spooky #eerie #creepy #frightening #zombies #livingdead #allhallowseve #bumpsinthenight #masks #costumes #kids #candy #trick #treat #trickortreating #trickortreat #october31 #autumn #fall (at The NW Abbey)

[engmaj]

Perhaps those troubling sounds we hear in the night, the creaking noises we assume are the furniture, are simply the footsteps of a future self watching over us as we sleep, without daring to disturb us.

The Map of Time - Felicity J. Palma

[ilovecostumes-blog]

Nothing like hearing an odd noise and rolling over to see your round laundry basket on its side rolling towards you in the dark. I have never sat up in bed so quickly. Turns out my cat was pushing it. Now I'm wide awake.

[tatterdema1ion]

&There are Worse than Bumps in the Night

A scene for the ages. A scene recounted time and time again, a warning to any and all wide-eyed dreamers with visions of the big city. A parable made cliché. Sable alleyways lace the path home, the air that fills their shadow thick to the point of suffocation with uncertainty, the horror of the unknown. So shocking and yet so expected, the sudden flicker of a blade from out the blackness. Irony is god, and so by this ritual the innocent becomes the damned.

But tonight there is no innocent to speak of.

The brute rendered savage by cruel realities he has come to reflect swipes with his switchknife and dives for the pockets of his albino ‘victim’. Yet, how little power his will must have over the world—how little measure is taken by way of this man! For his victim turns with blood red irises sharp as sacrificial blades of its own. His victim easily sidesteps his assault, albeit enduring a deep score in its side that gushes blood, and, fetching his wrist, turns his own momentum against him.

And, suddenly pinned, this diminished monstrosity realized he was the victim from the moment he drew his weapon.

The albino stared down at his would-be mugger, pressing the criminal’s wrist viciously against his back with one hand and twirling a purloined switch-blade in his other. Then, the ire kindled in his caliginous expression conquering him, the would-be-victim pressed the weapon to his attacker’s throat.

 “It wasn’t enough that you should try to go after one so frail looking as I, no…” he mused with a disturbing chuckle, the rattle of bones in his emaciated chest. “No, you tried also to steal my good friend’s grocery money, entrusted to me by her most sacred of regard. I do hope that you understand how grievous, how dire the punishment for those crimes must be.”

The attacker stiffened with dread, and the albino responded by flicking the blade up with disgust to cut the brute’s cheek.

But then something changed, changed radically, in the ambiance, and the thin, red-eyed man glanced up instinctively to see the last person in the world he could stand to face, just then. A spasm, as of terror and revulsion, rippled through his wide, previously grinning mouth, and he cracked the man beneath him over the head in a jerky motion that was nevertheless effective. It was swiftly he leapt to his feet.

“G—go!” He blurted, then, recovering some of his senses he threw the wallet at her. “Back to the van! Don’t—don’t come—I’m not coming back so—go!”

He’d done it again, he realized with a rising sense of panic. Irrevocably, irredeemably, it had come over him and, worse, it would ever come.

Again and again and again…!

[beachbumsociety]

"Bumps In The Night" - Schizzy Trill

[hauntedfrontier]

We Live Here

It's common for people to report moving into a house and finding out that its haunted. It's another thing when you've lived there for several years and then all of a sudden strange things start to happen.

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After she married, my cousin G left CDO to live in Cebu, the oldest city in the Philippines. She and her husband has since moved into a small studio type apartment and have been living there for several years without funfare. Last December I began receiving text messages from G recounting ghostly experiences in their previously un-haunted apartment. The experiences have become fairly common that I've asked her permission to share them here. G's husband, J, works during the night often leaving alone in the apartment. G also worked during the early mornings, so she would be up at night usually during the laundry. One night, G was hanging laundry at their small balcony. It had rained earlier so the balcony floor was wet. While hanging the clothes, she heard her phone ring from inside the house so she went back inside to answer it. G claims she felt nothing amiss at the that time but when she picked up the phone and turned she was surprised to find a pair of wet footprints coming from the open balcony to the kitchen where she stood. They were small foot prints -- a woman's -- but they could not have been hers as G was wearing sandals at that time. It was almost as if someone had followed her from the balcony into the house... Soon after that they began to experience strange phone calls. G would leave her phone in the kitchen which would call J's phone in the living room while both of them sat in the living room. Most recently, G was again alone at the house talking on the phone. The TV was across her and she could see her reflection on the blank screen. As she as talking, she suddenly saw someone walk behind her in the TV reflection, a figure dressed in a long white t shirt. When she turned, there was no one around.

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My aunt once told me empty spaces attracts things. Never make a bed if you don't intend for someone to sleep in it.

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When I was in college, my parents bought and renovated a new 2 bedroom condominium unit in Makati. At first, the novelty of living so close to the mall excited me and I spent most of the my summer afternoons there even though the renovation was not yet finished. At that time, only 3 other units in our floor were occupied, the one next to ours and two on the other end of the floor. Afternoons in that place was always so quiet that one could hear everything, from the elevator bell at the end of the corridor to the scuffle of shoes as someone would walk around. I suppose it was just so quiet that it felt eerie, but soon enough I was beginning to get the feeling that there was someone else in the place even if I was alone. Afternoons were especially strange. Every afternoon at around 4-5 pm, I would hear someone walk from the elevator down the corridor towards our door then stop. It happened so often it was almost clockwork. At first the doorbell was not installed so I would always think that it's my mother come to pick me up. I would jump up and open the door without waiting for her to knock, expecting to see her coming down the hall. Instead, I saw nothing. Nobody, not a shadow nor footsteps to signify that it was probably hearing the neighbor walking at the other part of the building. Nothing but silence. After several episodes of hearing footsteps finding an empty corridor, I started to think that maybe this was something else. It always occurred at such a specific time that it couldn't be just the"building sounds". And it was always the same sound of footsteps from the elevator to our door. My initial excitement over the place soon turned to fear and I began dreading afternoons in our condo. Of course no one believed me when I told them about it. My parents blamed our neighbors, building sounds and even my imagination. But then stranger things began occurring. My brother claimed that he saw a child ran across the bedroom one morning when he was all alone in the place. Then he saw a man walking down our corridor and then vanish during an odd afternoon. While my aunt was staying there, she found the front door suddenly wide open even though there was no wind and she was certain she had locked it.

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Strangely, our drivers seem very susceptible to whatever is going on around the place. One night, while parking the car in the basement, our driver saw an unkept child playing in the parking area. There was something about the child's unkept appearance that made her presence in this building surreal. The children he usually saw in the building were middle class children, fairly clean and not running unattended in an empty parking area in the dead of night. This story was at the back of my mind when I heard the doorbell ring one night. I opened the door to find a child, a girl, dressed shabbily in a dirty dress. She looked odd. I knew she did not live in the building, so how did she get in and why was she at my door? It was so strange that I just stared at her as she stared back at me. My mum had heard me open the door and came out to see who it was.

"Who are you looking for?" My mum demanded. The girl did not answer.

When she repeated the question, the girl played with her dress.

"Si kuya (Translates to "my big brother")," she said.

"He's not here. Go," mother said and the girl ran off.

We never saw the girl again. After our old driver quit, we hired a new guy who -- surprise, surprise -- could "see" ghosts. It was through him that we learned much of the history of the family haunting our place. He said he saw a family of 3 living in our apartment. Actually, they tended to move around the building, living in different apartments but preferred ours since it was well decorated and mostly unoccupied. They were also seen living around the empty 3rd floor and the little girl was spotted riding the elevators. 

Apparently, hey were a homeless family who used to live at the building site long before the developer bought the land. The site used to be an empty lot belonging to the catholic seminary next door. They were often seen before hanging around the place but then suddenly disappeared. No one had seen them again

That is, until the building was erected