Even better. If you were wrongfully convicted and you are found out to have not been able to commit the crime and are let out of prison. You have 50% chance you may not get compensation at all for the years you spent there.Imagine being British. A country so fucking cucked they literally just put serial killers back into society so they can do it again. Can you imagine living in a country that literally hates you so much they literally send murderers out to kill you?
Cats are amazingYou absolute faggots should consider just having cats. These are the creatures most aware of supernatural phenomena. If you have cats, they will definitely detect them before you will. So just have cats! Guaranteed protection.
Twin Peaks is absolute kino, good taste. and yes, BOB is terrifying as is the themes in the show, especially since it's symbolism for shit that happens in real life.This Fall I have been watching Twin Peaks again and didn't remember how disturbing it was since last time. For some reason that shit just hits like a horror film, worse than a horror film. It is not so much the imagery that fucks me up (although BOB terrifies), but the concepts relating to Laura's murder and family dynamics if you know what I mean.
My real-life fear is being infested or attacked by bugs while still alive. This is the notion that appears in my worst nightmares and that I cannot stop to think about. Anything with bugs under the skin, or in the flesh. I am a big fan of horror movies but I cannot stand anything with bug infestations, when you can see the colonies moving around in the flesh...
Of "spooky" things, does anyone else fear particularly a very tall object (when you look up from the ground at it) or deep and bottomless area (like the ocean)? I am made viscerally nervous by looking up to water towers or grain elevators that are too big. Tall military or cargo ships scare me the most, simply because of their stature. Paired with the idea that they are in the ocean--imagine standing on ground at the base of one of the huge ships and just looking up...and up...and up. I do not know what the fear comes from, maybe I am scared of getting crushed.
There are a few places you visit and you just know something bad has happened there, or will happen. My friend and I used to hang out in an abandoned concrete lot, until one day we came and the energy was different. There was a strange wind inside of the car though car was off and windows were shut. As soon as we felt the wind there was a strange sense of dread, I cannot explain, but she booked it outta there. The whole way back we are shaking for no reason. Animals on the side of the road kept pausing to look at us as we drove, and a large bear walked in front of the car afterwards.
The next time I go there to check if it is still "haunted", there is now an overwhelming smell of rotten cheese/wet woodchips in the car with the windows shut. The smell somehow lingers in the car after we took off. I promised whatever the fuck who lurked there I wouldn't come back, lol.
It still bothers me about this, simply since the "vibe" of that place was fine until one day, it was just wrong, and the vibe never repaired. I have walked past places that have an energy of something bad happening years ago but that never scared me--it is that in the concrete lot, the energy suddenly became scary one day, as if something had happened there between our visits. There had been quite a few suicides in the area at that time but nothing related to that particular place.
I cannot explain the disgusting smell though, like when someone is stretching their ears and you can smell the flesh peeling off the hole. They say a dead body smells "big" and get stuck in your nose, I hope that if we did smell a dead body it was only that of a deer or something. We never went back inside to check, only drove past it on the way somewhere else.
Hholy shit, I get this but had no clue there was a term for it or others did too.I get intense hypnagogic hallucinations. The visual ones fuck with my memory but the auditory ones scare me. I'll hear someone pounding on my door, windows breaking, people whispering, heavy objects falling down, thunder, etc. I swear I'm gonna get robbed and murdered one of these days because I'm going to ignore the sounds of someone breaking in.
You read Nod by Adrian Barnes too, fren? It's a prion disease like BSE/CJD IIRC, and oftentimes when people are diagnosed thalamic tumours, they stop sleeping and FFI is considered differential diagnosis til the tumour can be found.Some stuff that spooks me:
Fatal Familial Insomnia. A currently incurable (IIRC), fatal disease that can occur between 30 and 60. Symptoms start off mild with the inability to sleep some nights, but gradually worsens over time to the point where it literally hurts to sleep. Mental detoriation starts, motor functions fail and stuff, until you eventually die rougly ten months later. I don't think anyone knows the pattern that triggers it, which is why it's spooky. Richard Siagian had it then documented his descent from first symptoms to posting crazy garble videos onto Youtube.
I want a cat in order to blame weird sounds in the night on it. Plausible deniability for creepy shit.You absolute faggots should consider just having cats. These are the creatures most aware of supernatural phenomena. If you have cats, they will definitely detect them before you will. So just have cats! Guaranteed protection.
This is going to be the dumbest, gayest paranormal story ever but when I was 8 I had an incredibly vivid dream where I ran across the schoolyard after getting off the bus and my lunchbox fell out of my bag. That day the exact thing happened, down to the very last detail. It bothers me, but mostly since I'm so retarded that I blew my one prophetic dream on something so worthless.I want a cat in order to blame weird sounds in the night on it. Plausible deniability for creepy shit.
Edit: Since there are a few weird dream stories thought I'd add mine.
When I was 8 or 10 I had a dream that I woke up and went to the living room. Then I woke up and went to the living room. I think it did permanent damage to my sense of reality. Just the idea that you can't really tell what's real and what's a dream REALLY freaked me out.
Or maybe that exact instant was the single point in the timeline that could alter your fate. If things hadn't unfolded in exactly that manner maybe you'd be dead!This is going to be the dumbest, gayest paranormal story ever but when I was 8 I had an incredibly vivid dream where I ran across the schoolyard after getting off the bus and my lunchbox fell out of my bag. That day the exact thing happened, down to the very last detail. It bothers me, but mostly since I'm so retarded that I blew my one prophetic dream on something so worthless.