Video 19 Aug 649 notes

leonidasdraconic:

WOW these are freaking terrifying ; A ;

That’s better

Photo 19 Aug 11,607 notes kittyie:

scary!!


Annnnd the line has been crossed.

kittyie:

scary!!

Annnnd the line has been crossed.

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Photo 19 Aug 6 notes This perfectly describes everything that is wrong with society today

(Thank you rob dyke for sharing this on his YouTube series “why would you put this on the internet”)

This perfectly describes everything that is wrong with society today

(Thank you rob dyke for sharing this on his YouTube series “why would you put this on the internet”)

Text 18 Aug 112,864 notes PEOPLE ARE LIKE RASPBERRIES

teamfreekickass:

kreativedragon:

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Some are dark skinned

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Some are light skinned

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Some are big and some are small

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Some look ‘complete’ and other might not be quite there

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But no matter what

If you put them together

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And blend them up

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They taste pretty darn good

I’m getting you professional help. 

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Video 18 Aug 592 notes

athoughtwithbryce:

New screenshots from The Rake: and action Stealth game.

“During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest.”

The immersive action game where you play as The Rake, a supernatural creature who stalks and torments unsuspecting victims while they sleep. You must avoid the police and other armed humans intent on your demise as your skeletal form creeps and traverses through forests, a ghost town, abandoned mines, towns and bunkers while you search for your next victim.

follow The Rake on Steam Greenlight: http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=289994373

The Rake (An Action Stealth Game) Windows, Mac, Linux

Text 18 Aug 36,098 notes These purge threats are not a joke. Please stay safe

draikinator:

thetaxidermyofyou:

112 people have been killed in Chicago by a group of people reenacted the purge movies.  If your city has been listed as a target; Detroit, MI (8/15) Louisville, KY (8/15), Jacksonville, FL (8/31); please stay inside and take precautions. 

THIS IS FAKE

SOURCE

SOURCE

SOURCE

IF YOU HEAR SOMETHING OUTRAGEOUS LIKE MASS MURDER COMMITTED BY TEENAGE MOVIE FANS GOOGLE BEFORE YOU SPREAD PANIC INDUCING MISINFORMATION

Knew it

Video 18 Aug 11,187 notes

sixpenceee:

sixpenceee:

Joralemon is another interactive creepy chat.

These are definitly fun and only takes 5 minutes of your time to read.

I like them.

What happens next?

Find out for yourself!

CLICK HERE TO START

If you liked this check out Annie96 is typing

Video 15 Aug 36,906 notes

sixpenceee:

Five Night’s At Freddy’s is the new horror game everyone is talking about. Kid’s and parents alike come to the this new place for entertainment (like a Chuck E Cheese). At the night, it’s a completely different story.

Can you survive five night’s at freddy’s? 

OFFICIAL WEBSITE

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You may also like Sound of Silence, a game that adapts to a person’s greatest fear

Text 13 Aug 68 notes The Showers - (r/nosleep 2 part series)

spookymrsboo:

Every area in all parts of the world has those area-specific Urban Legends that just refuse to die. Whether the stories are about a haunted asylum on the outskirts of the city, a creature that lives in the nearby woods, or a ghost that haunts a lonely stretch of road outside of town, there is always a common thread within the tales; no one has ever been to these places, seen the creatures, or witnessed any hauntings with their own eyes.

There are members of every generation who will proclaim that they “know someone whose brother’s best friend’s sister went to that haunted house with thirteen floors that used real blood and snakes and spiders and is so scary that no one has ever made it all the way through.” Those same people will swear by these stories without ever being able to provide a shred of evidence or a name of someone who could provide proof of the claims simply because “everyone around here knows that it’s a true story. The storytellers eventually pass the tales onto their children, who modify them just enough to keep up with changing times, and the cycle continues.

I’m as skeptical as anyone when it comes to these stories, seeing as I was like a junkie when I was younger, constantly searching for more terrifying stories about whatever area of the country I was living in at the time. I made up and spread stories about haunted pizza parlors in New York, my “cousin’s” encounter with the Jersey Devil, or how my “grandfather” encountered a feral, human-like demon creature in the woods of Colorado. I even broke the one rule with these stories by putting myself in them; this took guts, in hindsight, because I had to make sure that I always told them the same way. Surprisingly, no one ever called my bluff.

I like to think that I have had some wonderful contributions to various urban legends around the Midwest and northeastern states; I moved around a lot. There was always a surge of joy whenever I would wander the halls at school and hear one of my classmates retelling my stories to another one of their friends, adding little bits here and there like a massive game of telephone. I knew, of course, that the stories were complete fiction, but I stood my ground whenever someone asked me about them; I would even manage to act a little bit, speaking with a shaky voice or looking scared when I would recount a situation that I supposedly experienced myself.

I suppose this aspect of my childhood has led to my current predicament which I will recount, in full, for the internet to take from it what they will. I have laid this little introduction out as sort of a disclaimer, aimed particularly at those who will call my story into question. I have been like the boy who cried wolf for years, but I assure you with every ounce of honesty and integrity that I have that this time, the wolf is real.

From my introduction, it is probably apparent that I moved around the country quite a bit in my middle and high school years. Neither of my parents had anything to do with any branch of the armed forces; they simply didn’t tend to hang around any given place for too long. I suppose it had some sort of effect on me, but I wasn’t hurt by it or anything of the sort. Growing up, I was a complete ham. I made friends very easily, was often the class clown, and because of that, was often disliked by my teachers. Again, this was never an issue, as I was usually in another state by the time the next semester rolled around.

My friendships were often fleeting, as were any positive relationships that I ever had with my teachers. Because of the events that followed, my memory of one teacher in particular is probably slightly skewed, but I will attempt to give the least biased version of our friendship that I can.

Mr. Mays was one of my social studies teachers in the early years of my high school experience. Being older now, I can understand how horrible children are to deal with around that age, and I respect him to no ends for the way that he was able to connect with his students. He seemed like one of us; he talked like us, made pop-culture references that were current, listened to cool music, and sometimes, he would even say “hell” or “damn” while he was giving a passionate lecture about Native American history or something like that. A teacher that swore, even a little bit, was the epitome of cool to a freshman in high school.

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Damn that was creepy if scroll through the comments on part 2 some one thinks they found the building on google maps

Video 13 Aug 19,406 notes

sixpenceee:

As a girl I can verify that this is true. So next time think twice you perverted creeps. 


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