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Don’t trust the Master tattoo artist [part 3]
this might be my final post. i dont know if im gonna make it out of this one alive. but im gonna damn well try.
in my last post, i was in a pretty tight spot. things have gotten much worse. it's so fucking bleak.
we both fell asleep.
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Bobby Dunbar was an American boy who disappeared at the age of four. After an eight-month nationwide search, investigators believed that they had found the child in Mississippi, in the hands of William Cantwell Walters of North Carolina. Dunbar’s parents claimed the boy as their missing son. However, both Walters and a woman named Julia Anderson insisted that the boy with him was Anderson’s son. Julia Anderson could not afford a lawyer. The boy lived out the remainder of his life as Bobby Dunbar. He had four children of his own and died in 1966. In 2004, DNA profiling established in retrospect that the boy was not related to the Dunbars. (Source)
Reminds me of Christine Collin’s case where her 9 year old son was kidnapped in the late 1920s and when the LAPD brought her a boy who was NOT her son, they made her say it was and refused to find her real son bc “they’d already found him”.
That’s the subject of the movie Changeling! It stars Angelina Jolie as Christine Collins, and it’s really good!
Creepypasta #1461: Chindi
Length: Short
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There is a creature that they tell stories about in the American Southwest. The creature is called a chindi. Usually when someone sees a chindi, it looks like a coyote walking on its hind legs, upright like a person.
Chindis walk out of sight along lonely roads at night, waiting for travelers. It does not matter if the travelers are on foot or in a car, the chindi will wait until the moment is right and cross the path of the traveler, just out of sight, trotting across the road on its hind legs. This is how the chindi marks its victim.
Once a chindi crosses your path, it will follow you for weeks. It stalks the victim by creeping just out of sight and circling. You would never know it was stalking you except for an occasional twig snap or a slight movement in the darkness. It is hard to know if you are being stalked by a chindi. They say that a chindi is a type of skinwalker; it can look like a normal coyote or even a person. The only way to identify a chindi is by its eyes.
A chindi’s eyes always look the same, dull and deep. They won’t always reflect light like a normal animal’s eyes. Anyone who stares directly into the eyes of a chindi becomes entranced. The person will stare into the eyes of a chindi, slack-jawed until the chindi decides to look away, but by then it is too late.
A chindi does not maul or eat its victim. After days or weeks of stalking it will lay in wait somewhere until the victim looks into its eyes. Chindis are very patient, they will wait in a location for hours until the victim glances right into its dull empty eyes. Something happens then, the victim’s spirit is totally consumed, and something else is left behind.
A wise person might notice the small clues that he is being stalked by a chindi; twigs snapping or a bit of movement just outside the shine of car headlights. Unfortunately, it is not a fate easily avoided. If someone tries to escape the chindi by staying indoors at night, the chindi will just stare in through a window until the victim happens to look out. In fact, this is the preferred method of the chindi. It will wait outside the window at night, covered in just enough shadow that it won’t be noticed until someone is looking directly at it.
Most people won’t remember to avoid looking out the window when they wake up in the middle of the night. Even if you do remember to beware of the chindi, it’s difficult to resist the impulse to peek when there could be something just outside the window. Just to make sure nothing’s there.
Just a quick glance.
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Don’t trust the Master tattoo artist [part 2]
oh my god. fuck. what am I gonna do. what the fuck am I gonna do…
i don’t have a lot of time. im so tired. people keep saying my last post was too long so I’ll try to keep this short and to the point I guess but no fuckin promises because oh boy this shit just keeps getting worse
some of you had some good questions and information for me but it didn't lead anywhere. Well, I definitely got some answers today.
Right after my last post I had to go in to work, right? My shifts are uneven and don’t always flow well. My sleep schedule’s been fucked for a while though so I just roll with it. I was supposed to come in from 1pm-2am, the closing shift, and since it was Thirsty Thursday, we were pretty slammed. My coworkers were pissed that I was late, but it was too busy to complain for long.I was so busy I even forgot about the fuckin’ tattoo. Food business is a hell all of its own.
That’s why I didn’t see all the missed calls at first.
Don’t trust the Master tattoo artist
She's some kind of goddamned witch.
I don’t really know what else to do or where else to go...something’s really wrong. I don’t think a hospital or a doctor could help me at this point. This shit is just too weird. I’m scared out of my fucking mind, and I gotta go to work, but I need to put this somewhere. I don’t usually believe in the paranormal, but I can’t explain what’s been happening to me any other way. I figured someone here could help me out given the nature of my problem.
I’m shaking still. And the fucking itching...it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do.
Okay. Fuck. I’ll just breathe. Writing helps me focus. I guess I should start from the beginning.
The twisty pathway that leads to the entrance to the Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico
If you get a chance to visit, its amazing. Been here several times, and enjoy it immensely. I will say its not as fun walking back up. Also as dusk they have shows that let you see the bats emerge from the caves. First time I went a sparrow pooped on my pants.
Poltergeist Activity Recorded at the Bassa Villa Pub?
CCTV cameras at a Shropshire pub captured what looks to be actual poltergeist activity. Nick Bevon, owner of the Bassa Villa pub in Bridgenorth, came into work one morning to find numerous glasses shattered across the floor. Curious, he went to check the security footage and discovered this bizarre video of and invisible force knocking glasses off of the shelf.
“I just turned up for work on Saturday (August 15th, 2015) and opened up as usual with the assistant manager when I noticed the smashed glasses on the floor.” Nick said when speaking with the Mirror. “I thought ‘How did that happen?’ because I knew the place would have been left tidy the night before. I wondered had someone maybe been in the bar so I reviewed the CCTV cameras and there it was a 1:43 a.m.”
“There was no-one in sight. The place was empty. And they just fall without explanation. Both of the glasses just go. I checked out cameras from different angles to see if I could find a reason for it but they all showed the same thing.”
It’ been speculated that the activity was caused by the spirits of two young children who died in the basement hundreds of years ago. Legends states that while their mother was out, the children went down into the basement to play. There they became trapped when the basement began to flood.
This isn’t the first time something unexplainable has occurred at the pub. Nick claims that he’s felt something grab his wrist on multiple occasions throughout the past few years.
While the footage is quite intriguing, many are not convinced this is the work of a spirit(s). One popular theory suggests that the glasses could’ve been knocked off of the shelf by the vibrations from an air conditioning unit. Personally, I’m not quite sure if that theory is the answer to this mystery. While it’s certainly one worth considering, I can’t help but think this video could indeed show something supernatural.
I’m interested to hear your thoughts on this video. Does it show actual poltergeist activity? Or is there a more conventional explanation for this strange incident?
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Sasquatch Caught Peeking Through a Window.
This video, which was captured in August 2015, shows a dark figure believed to be a Sasquatch peeking through someone’s window. The person who captured the video explains that every year, the fruit growing on their apple and pear trees mysterious vanishes over night. Not only that, but the birdseed feeder would also disappear as well.
Wanting to get to the bottom on the mystery, the homeowner decided to set up a camera by the window in hopes of catching the annual thief in action. Thinking the culprit was something along the lines of a Raccoon, the homeowner would later be shocked when they discovered just what had been captured on film.
A dark, hair creature could be seen peeking through the homeowner’s window. The creature can be seen looking around the room, almost as if it’s making sure nobody is around. The creature eventually walks away from the window, never to be seen again.
Some people believe the footage is genuine, and even hail it as one of the best Bigfoot videos captured to date. Others are skeptical, believing the figure to be a person in a costume.
Personally, I have to agree that this looks a lot like a person in a costume. The fact that the creature has no discernible facial features other than it’s eyes is a bit strange. That being said, I’m only going off of my gut feeling, and in no way can I definitively prove this was indeed a costumed person.
I’m interested to hear your thoughts on this footage. Do you think this homeowner captured video of an actual Sasquatch? Or was the creature simply a person dressed in a costume?
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The Dunstable Hitchhiker
In October 1979, Roy Fulton left his local pub and accidentally wandered into a horror story. Driving home that night, he allegedly stopped to give a lift to a random hitchhiker, somewhere on the cold and lonely roads outside Dunstable.
The guy got into his car without a word and the two sped off into the night. After a few minutes of sitting in silence, Fulton awkwardly tried to make small talk. When that failed, he lit a cigarette and turned around to offer his passenger one. The guy was gone.
At no point had Fulton slowed down. At no point had the hitchhiker had any chance to leap from the vehicle. And yet there was no one there. Fulton’s story may match many other tales of ghostly hitchhikers, but it was so convincing that the national papers covered it. In the years since, the story has resurfaced across the UK in various forms, but never in such a simple and chilling way as the Dunstable tale.