More Tales of Terror and Creepy Stories of The Unknown, Paranormal, and Unsolved
More Tales of Terror and Creepy Stories of The Unknown, Paranormal, and Unsolved
More Tales of Terror and Creepy Stories of The Unknown, Paranormal, and Unsolved
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Anneliese Michel was a controversial case, as well as the subject of many fictional
accounts of her tragic story, most notably the 2005 courtroom drama The Exorcism of
Emily Rose. Sixteen year-old Anneliese Michel had a history of epilepsy and mental
illness, for which she had often been treated at a psychiatric hospital. However, in
1973 Michel become suicidal, spurned all religious artifacts, drank her own urine, and
began to hear voices. Medicine did nothing to help the girl, who begged her family to
bring in a priest because she believed that she was possessed by demons. Though her
request was rejected, two local priests secretly began treating her with exorcism rites.
Meanwhile, her parents stopped treating her epilepsy and mental disorders. She was
dead within a year.
Michel had almost seventy exorcisms performed on her over the course of ten months.
She refused to eat, and often talked of dying as a martyr. Anneliese Michel died from
emaciation and starvation. Consequently, her parents and the priests responsible
were charged with negligent homicide..
(Side note: when the priest asked the demon to say its name, supposedly there were 6 of
them possessing her and one of them said its name was Hitler.. Hitler was a criminal
that rose to unbelievable power to the point some people basically worshipped him even
though he committed some of the most horrific acts in history to a certain
race/RELIGION. There were almost 20 attempted assassinations on him, even by his
own men, all of which failed. He took over about 25% of the planet, and was never
technically brought to justice or killed. They say he committed suicide, but just a
personal what-if-theory for fun, maybe demons or possession played a part?)
a dragon.
5. ADOLF HITLER
(you might be thinking wtf? but
heres a little background)
Vatican exorcism specialists of the
time said he was possessed by the
Devil. Winston Churchill was
quoted saying he was possessed by
Moloch. It was said that Hitler
followed and often took part in
satanic rituals meant to twist,
pervert, and corrupt the mind to
lose any empathy or humanity and
become closer with the demons.
Furthermore, others said it was
Baphomet that possessed his soul.
Baphomet was the demon/devil that
would offer wealth and power in
exchange for worship and sacrifices
(not to mention your soul), thats
who the Knights Templar and
Solomon turned to when they
became corrupted, even having
hollow statues of Baphomet outside
of Solomons Temple with fires lit
beneath them and people would
throw their children, even infants,
inside as a sacrifice.
For all we know the
Devil/Moloch/Baphomet referred to
could all be the same entity and
some, if not all, of Hitlers countless
victims were sacrifices. According to
secret Vatican documents recently
released, wartime pontiff Pope Pius
XII attempted a long distance
exorcism on Hitler, but it failed to
have any effect. In 1904, when Hitler
was 15 years of age, he was with a
friend, August Kubizek, when
suddenly, he grabbed Kubizeks
hands and held them extremely
tight. His eyes turned feverish and
he began to speak in a voice that
was loud, hoarse, and raucous.
Kubizek felt that some strange being
had seized control of Adolf, and was
inhabiting his body. Hitler began to
speak eloquently about a Mandate
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This system is completely
secure because the messages
cant be tracked, the recipient could
be anywhere, says Akin
Fernandez, the creator of the Conet
Project, a comprehensive archive of
the phenomenon of numbers
stations.Its easy. You just send the
spies to a country, they buy a radio,
and they know exactly when and
where to tune so they can recieve
the message, he says.This track in
particular is nightmare-inducing
because of the distorted ice cream
truck music and the little girl
speaking German numbers over and
over. It becomes even more sinister
when you realize that this message
was most likely used as an order to
kill someone.
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Within a few days, though, the bales began to approach the boundaries of the
farm. I was tired of the whole game by then, and decided to move them back. It
took a tedious hour to bring them all from where they were to over near the house
again, and by the time I was done I was ready to snap the neck of whatever little
pissant was deciding to screw with me.
The next morning, I found each and every one of my horses messily decapitated.
The smell was what woke me up. Each one was slumped over against the side of its
stall. There were no signs of the heads. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the
mess and burying the remains. It was only when I was done that I noticed the bales
of hay had all returned to their positions from the day before, scattered far out
into the fields. This time I left them where they were.
That night I sat on my porch with my shotgun in hand and a pot of coffee on the
table beside me. I sat for hours, straining my eyes into the fields to catch a glimpse
of who was moving my hay bales. Finally, I was beginning to nod off. I would have,
but just as my eyes began to close I heard a clamor and a rustling of trees from the
nearby woods. I leaned forward, my heart racing with excitement; I was going to
catch the bastard. I fumbled with my gun and fidgeted in my seat, waiting
anxiously for whoever it was to get close enough to ambush. It was only when the
thing got close enough for me to make out its silhouette in the dark that I was
frozen still. The thing that crept into my fields from the nearby woods didnt seem
to notice me sitting there.
It stalked, hunched and deliberate, through the field with the posture of a
tiptoeing thief. If not for the fact that it must have towered to over ten feet tall
even in its crouched position, it might have seemed almost frail. The thinness of
its arms and legs and the emaciated, caved-in quality of its chest reminded me of a
starving animal. Still, this thing was undeniably strong, and I watched it hoist each
bale up into its arms with ease, and set it down carefully a while away, taking only
a few strides to cover the distance. I watched it work, moving each bale
thoughtfully. Every once in a while it would straighten up to look around at the
other bales positions in the field, before adjusting the one it was working on ever
so slightly.
Before it left, it looked towards the house. I felt its eyes sweep over me in the
dark, but whether it saw me or not I couldnt tell. Then, it turned silently and
crept back the way it came, disappearing into the dark of the woods. It took me an
hour before I had the courage to move at all. I went inside after a while, but didnt
sleep that night. It was only when the sun rose that I dared step off my porch into
the fields. The hay bales were where it left them. Strangely, it didnt move them as
far as it had in the previous days.
They were approaching something invisible in the fields, and as I looked at them
I realized that they seemed to be marking some line. Indeed, as I walked around
the house, I saw the distinct circle that they formed with me at the center. At first
I thought the bales were just being haphazardly moved away from the house, but
now I could see that they were instead being moved towards some boundary. The
thing was sending me a message. I slept uneasily that night, and only because I was
exhausted.
The next morning the bales hadnt moved at all. They didnt move at all for the
rest of that week, in fact. They were finally where the thing wanted them. I made
myself sick trying to interpret them. Why would this thing expend so much
energy moving my hay bales, and threaten me with such violence should I try to
interfere? Killing my horses was just that a threat. An intelligent threat, at that.
It knew what would scare me, and it knew that I would understand the
implications.
The sound of an automobile working its way along the road to my farm one
morning gave me a little rush of excitement. Id been planning to abandon the farm
since I saw the thing, but I couldnt hope to leave on foot without risking it
treating me like it treated my horses. But, if I could get in the car with whoever
was coming my way, I might be able to escape before it could stop me. I didnt
know or care who it was. I decided that the moment they stopped the car, I would
jump in the passengers seat and tell them to get the hell out of here. I didnt get
the chance.
The car worked its way slowly along the road, trundling across the uneven
ground. I urged it silently to hurry. It was when it passed between the two bales
placed on either side of the road that I began to hear a booming clatter from the
woods. The thing burst suddenly from between the trees, sprinting on all four of
its terrible, gangly limbs towards the car. Within a few seconds it was there,
pouncing on the automobile like a predatory cat. Within moments it was picking
and peeling the vehicles steel frame apart, working to get at the driver.
The man, whoever he was, screamed all the while and I could hear him even over
the crunching of metal and the shattering of glass. It was only when the thing
crushed him carelessly in its hand that the screaming stopped. It tossed him away,
and straightened up to look at me once again. In the sunlight, I could see the
inhumanity of it. It was composed entirely of something awful and alive which was
lashed together in a messy semblance of a human form. Whatever it was made of
looked so polished and hard, that if it werent for the minute writhing of the stuff,
Id think it was made of granite.
The thing retreated back into the woods, and I was left to my shock. My eyes
wandered to where the car sat, the engine still sputtering, between two of the hay
bales. Suddenly, I understood. The message was clear. I am this things captive, and
I am not allowed visitors. Nothing may cross the borders it has set. Im trapped
here, by the thing that stalks the fields, and it demands nothing except that I
never leave.
Still, I dont know if I can handle being that things canary. Ive been thinking
hard for the last few days since I saw it crush that mans chest, and silence him
before he could finish his scream. If I crossed the hay bale border, itd probably do
the same. Itd smash my skull before I could put my hands up to protect myself.
Itd go and find a new pet, and probably keep looking until it found someone who
could stand knowing that it was waiting just outside, watching it at all hours with
its shiny, insect eyes.
Ive been thinking hard for the last few days, and I might just make a run for it.
*Tales of Terror 1*
*Tales of Terror 2*
*Tales of Terror 3*
*Tales of Terror 4*
*Tales of Terror 5*
WTF is that?
Creepiness
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#Vampires
***SQUIDWARDS SUICIDE***
Mysteries
According to an old intern from Nickelodeon about five years ago, he, other interns
and the lead animators for Spongebob Squarepants were in the editing room to
clean up and produce the final cut of a SB episode, Fear of the Krabby Patty. Now,
in their office, they usually named episode titles something that was completely
unrelated to the content. For example, the title in the production office for Rocka-by-Bivalve an episode where Spongebob and Patrick adopt a baby scallop
was How Sex Doesnt Work. Its their little inside joke. So when the title card
said Squidwards Suicide, no one took it seriously. As usual, the usual cheery,
beachy music played and the first scene came up. Squidward was playing his
clarinet (badly, as usual) while Spongebob laughed noisily outside. Squidward told
him to shut up because he needed to practice for his concert that night. Spongebob
agreed and went to goof around with Patrick and Sandy. This was where all the
normal scenes end. The bubbles rushed up the screen a usual scene transition for
the show and the last bits of Squidward playing was shown. Frames start to
repeat themselves and no sound was played despite the fact that during that stage
of animation, scenes were already synced with the sound and that their speakers
were working perfectly. When he was done with his clarinet, the sound came back
again and murmuring was heard from the crowd of fishes. After a few seconds, the
mumbling turned into booing. Yeah, any Spongebob fan or watcher knows that
Squidwards ALWAYS booed, but this time it was different. The jeers had malice in
them, and the worst part was, Spongebob was part of the taunting crowd, which
was definitely weird because hes practically the only supporter Squidwards got.
The bubbles transitioned again, this time cutting to Squidward sitting on his bed
directly after the concert. He looked very sad and depressed, which is
understandable, I guess. Again, the sound was absolutely cut. For about thirty
seconds, Squidward did nothing but stare and blink. After that, the silence broke
and he began to sob and cry with his tentacles on his eyes. The background
sounded somewhat like a breeze blowing through a forest. A close up of
Squidwards face then came to view. His soft cries turned into loud and tortured
sounds of clear sullenness, offense, and anger. The breeze turned into a storm as it
blasted through the speakers and Squidwards sobs no longer sounded cartoonish. They sounded dead real, like a real person was crying from behind the screen.
The scene started to twitch and return to normal then back again in a fast speed.
At this point, all the people in the room were starting to wonder if the episode was
really appropriate for children to watch, and how it relates to Fear of the Krabby
Patty, which was the episode they thought they were watching. Anyway, mixing
in with the sound of the crying and blazing storm was that of faint laughter. Thirty
seconds of this later, the screen blurred and started twitching again. There was a
sudden change in scenery, like a single frame was cut and replaced. The animator
went through that part again in slow motion to see what the replaced picture was
only to find a gruesome picture of a six year old boy. He was clearly dead on the
pavement of what seemed like a road in nothing but his underwear. His left eye
was popped out and there was a messy gash somewhere on his stomach. Lying
beside him was a pile of his entrails. While they looked at the picture, one of the
interns noticed that there was a shadow of a man on the road. He had his arms
raised in the manner you would if you were taking a picture, which meant that he
was the photographer and possibly the killer of the boy. No tags or police lines
were found, which meant that the still was clearly not part of an evidence file.
Squidwards Suicide
He started crying again, only this time his moans were absolutely scary. It was
loud, painful, with screams mixed into it and the tears of blood were gushing out
at a heavy rate. The screen twitched again and another photo of a dead child
flashed. This time, no one could take it anymore. The lead animator stopped
playing the video and called Stephen Hillenburg, Spongebob Squarepants
producer. Since he had no idea what was going on, they had to play the final parts
of the episode to show him. The show had no sound again and Squidwards face
was on the screen. The same voice that was laughing earlier distinctly said DO IT
and the next thing they knew, Squidward had a shotgun on his hands. He
positioned it to his head, the screen went black, and the sound of a gunshot was
heard. The episode ended with a few seconds of Squidwards dead body.
Hillenburg was obviously angry, demanding someone explain what just happened.
Since no one could, they checked all their equipment for any foreign software
because it was possible that someone bugged their system. They also checked for
glitches, anything that could have made what just happened happen, but found
none.
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