#horrorfying

[alpojones]

I mean, not that peculiar.

[khautoz]

today one of my mutuals traumarized atleast half of their mutuals with a single art

context: hes pregnant, but he is a cis man, so he had to give birth... on his.. weiner

[internetskiff]

I was of come home to the house of my parents died 20 years ago

When I went into the toilet, there was still of smell poopoo

[mrkingofmetal-blog]

#halloween #decoration #beautiful #creepy #horrorfying #youtuber It's already Halloween in our house. Beautiful!! @luna.vandenabeele did the decoration (bij Varsenare) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3VkU_4omOn/?igshid=u6tmuc96168o

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Waiting for my best friend to get out of the shower r/nosleep u/jelly_jog

I'm not sure how this really works, but I decided to join to post my personal experiences. My best friend and I have known each other for around four years now, and have been inseparable, even after I moved away from my hometown. I don't want to give away her real name, so for now, I'll just call her Blue. Blue has two younger brothers, one that's four years old, and another that's only one. The older of the two has always been a creepy little brat, and has been known to hit, even more than what's normal for toddlers. what I'm trying to say is, The kid's attitude was a big deal. I usually tried to play with him when at Blue's house, since I'm great with kids. emphasis on tried. But what I'm about to share next always makes me think twice about trying to interact with her brother anymore. One night at Blue's house, I was sitting on her bed alone, since she had to go to take a shower. I was just sitting there on my stomach, playing some video game on her console when her little brother slowly pushed the door open. Keep in mind it was around eleven to twelve at night, so him being up this late was a bit confusing for me, to say the least. "Cas?" I called out his nickname inquisitively. "What do you need?" I couldn't see his face very well, as the only light source was the pale glow of the TV screen in front of me. I repeated the question again, once more eliciting no response from the four year old. Instead, he walked into the room, silently grabbing the edges of Blue's bed. He tried to jump up, but his short height made it difficult for him to reach his body over the mattress. It was eerie how little noise he made. I helped him up onto the bed, his face now fully illuminated by the TV screen. He had a glare set on his face, and it made me nervous how he just stared at me, not moving, and unblinking. Eventually, I turned back to the game, waiting for Blue to get out of the shower. We sat in still silence, the only noise being the clicks and shifts of the controller in my hand. I kept glancing at Blue's brother, only to find him in the exact same position as before. still, not blinking. At some point, The controller died, so I turned of the TV, and pulled out my phone. When I turned it on, I noticed something strange. Cas wasn't sitting next to me, as he had been before. But instead, I looked up, and saw him standing directly in front of me, face barely a few inches away from mine. As soon as I saw him, He grabbed the hem of my shirt, the most feral and animalistic growl I've ever heard emitting from his mouth. I could barely describe what I heard as human. Luckily, My phone had turned off by then. I don't want to imagine what I would have seen if it hadn't. Much to my joy, The bathroom down the hall swung open, causing Cas to jump of the bed and scurry back to his room. Let's just say I didn't get much sleep that night. But I'm stupid, so I'm going to stay at Blue's house again next week, which is actually what prompted me to share this story. wish me luck.

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Whatever you do,ignore the "floaters" in your eyes r/nosleep u/alyssagalloo

According to science, “floaters” in your vision are visible white blood cells drifting in front of your cornea, and people with light colored eyes are more susceptible to seeing these. I’ve seen them as long as I can remember. Any time I look at something for a concentrated amount of time, I can see this weird transparent “squiggles” clouding my vision. You may not have seen these floaters before, and you may just be noticing them for the first time, but whatever you do, do not try and concentrate on a single one. Now that you’ve noticed them, you may have already tried to pinpoint a single cell in your vision, and bring it into focus; stop. You may have realized that the harder you concentrate on a single “floater” the farther it dashes away. It’s almost as if the vision itself is skipping around, with the floaters moving farther and farther out of your field of vision. They do this so that they will not be caught. My cousin Greg was the one who first told me about the floaters, and gave a name to what I had noticed on and off for my entire life. He said that he had noticed way more than normal, but when he asked a doctor about it, they had just brushed him off since his eyes are a light blue color. But Greg was concerned, as they were all over his vision, he couldn’t look at anything without the floaters taking over, consuming his thoughts. He could no longer simply “see” out of his eyes, without his entire eyesight being consumed with the floaters. Eventually, Greg confided in me about what he was experiencing with his eyes. He was having so much trouble that he had to take a leave of absence from work, because since he was a computer programmer, he was unable to stare at a screen all day without the presence of the floaters becoming completely unbearable. When he stopped working, is when it started to escalate. Greg could no longer function. He tried a blindfold, to stop them from altering his vision, but he eventually began to see them with his eyes closed. This made sleep impossible, and in his delirious state I received the following email: I called him immediately, and all I heard on the other line was a strained wheezing sound, as Greg tried to explain to me that he had noticed patterns in his floaters. There were specific shapes that he recognized, that traveled in specific paths throughout his vision. Eventually they began to travel the same paths so often that he picked up on the pattern, and tried to alter his behavior to stop it. At the end of the phone call all I hear from Greg, after his maniacal rant, was that he’s going to “stop them”. Naturally, I believed my cousin was in a state of hysteria, and called an ambulance as I was on the drive over to his house. By the time that I and the paramedics reached Greg’s apartment. The door was unlocked. We walked inside and what I saw will never leave my psyche. I saw Greg’s body. Lifeless on the floor, clutching a grapefruit spoon in his right hand. He had pried each of his eyes out of the sockets, and they lay, still attached to his skull, on the floor next to him. He had died of the resulting blood loss. The last image I have of my cousin, is his two bright blue eyeballs, laying on the floor, with thousands of small, gray worms crawling all over the circular balls. Even more worms seemed to pour out of the empty sockets in his head. As far as I can figure from other deep web testaments, these “worms” infest and take control once in your eyes once you notice them. This is my warning to you. As much as you may want to, ignore the floaters in your eyes.

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Someone has been using my shampoo

r/nosleep

u/Mbrohi98

Hello reddit. I didn't know the proper place to post this. I feel so confused and I don't even know whether I'm imagining it. It just feels so trivial. But I can't let it go either. Someone has been using my shampoo.

It sounds bizarre I know but hear me out. I'm a 20 year old girl who lives alone. I rent a one bedroom + kitchen apartment in a shady part of town. There's a dildo store on top of my apartment and they're open 24/7, there's a gun store right across from me. That kind of area. My family is always on my case, asking me to leave and move in with them till I get my bearings but I'm too proud for that.

I work in a coffee shop and paint in my spare time. I've never sold a painting.

It's embarrassing to admit but I am a little obsessed with my appearance. I suffered from BDD as a teen and while most of it is long gone, a few traces remain. A lot of my money goes towards fancy shampoos, makeup and skin care products. Too much money in fact, more than I can afford. But I like to look my best.

Anyways, getting back to the point. I take daily showers but I shampoo every other day. This prevents hair damage and also makes my shampoos last longer. They're pretty expensive. So I was putting on my shampoo one day when I noticed nearly half the bottle of my Moroccan Argan Oil shampoo was gone. I had bought it on Monday and today was Thursday. No way I used enough to empty out half the bottle, no way. I use it sparingly and a bottle of this size usually lasts me a month. Anyways, I put it down as me probably spilling a lot of it the last time I used it. I had my eyes closed of course, and maybe I placed the bottle upside down or in some way that caused the shampoo to spill out. That's what I rationalized it as and got on with my life.

Then it happened again, a week later. Different shampoo, same story. This time it was my flower scented L'Oreal shampoo that was half gone. Poof. Disappeared. Now this was a big bottle, with a cap, so no way I spilled any of it. If this was /r/shittyroomates this would be the point where the arguments begin but as I mentioned before, I live alone.

The most horrific thing though, reddit, is that my soap was covered with thick black coarse hair. My soap doesn't look like that, not after a hundred showers. It was used, and used recently.

I need advice and I didn't know where to post. I obviously can't go to the cops with this wishy washy story. They'd laugh me out of the station, "The case of the woman with the missing shampoo". Ask reddit also deleted my post. I rea

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Eggs

r/nosleep

u/colourblindness

(PART 3)

"No ma'am, we've called his mother. You should be able to go now," one Secuirty officer told me. I sighed, trying to get myself to calm down as I climbed back into the driving seat. I couldn't even imagine what Dale's mom was going to say about all of this.

I pulled away from the hospital, all of the kids got quiet as they worried about their friend and then I started to drop them off one by one.

Tommy was next to last and as I pulled up to his house he turned around and began to rummage through the freezer.

"What are you looking for? You already had your ice cream," I chided him.

"Aw man... someone stole my Easter egg!!" he muttered angrily. I felt my heart plummet.

"Tommy... did you put one of those eggs in the freezer?" I asked him looking at him eye to eye.

He looked at the ground sheepishly. "I just wanted to keep one," he said sadly.

I climbed out of the car and ran to the back to see if maybe the egg had fallen over and rolled out of the freezer. But it wasn't that at all.

As I stared at the empty chest in the trunk I realized what had actually happened.

Someone had eaten the egg.

I think I probably called all of the parents at least nineteen times over the next thirteen hours, asking them to report any strange nausea or rashes. Somehow, by some miracle; none of them had any problems that night.

The next morning I woke having barely gotten any sleep and went to tell Joseph to get ready for school when I saw little trails of red staining his sheets.

I pulled the covers back and my son moaned in pain as he woke up and said, "Mom... my back really hurts."

I took his shirt off and looked in horror as I counted at least two dozen small holes that had been dug in his back, from where the insects had tore their way out of him.

I tried to stay calm and called 911, before promptly tossing all of his sheets into the trash and helping him to the car.

We made it to the hospital so that my son could get stitches and once he was taken toward the recovery room, I gave myself a moment to step outside and to cry uncontrollably.

Once I gained control over my emotions, I drove straight back to the park and searched for the pit. I found a bunch of rocks and started to smash all of the eggs to bits, the bizarre red and white centipedes crawling and hissing angrily as I destroyed their young.

It felt cathartic to smash one under my shoe.

I made it back to the hospital in time to see Joseph come out with his stitches.

I know it probably hurt him for me to hug him, but I couldn't help it. I was glad to go home and be done with this mess.

I called all of the parents to apologize for the ordeal and then took a shower. That was three days ago.

I think we're out of the woods with this mess. At least I hope we are, but I've also been really paranoid lately.

It's my foot. It hasn't stopped itching since I left the park.