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>>17334665
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3185228/Enter-Mexico-s-haunted-Island-Dolls-dare-Thousands-creepy-toys-hang-trees-quell-tormented-screams-ghost-little-girl-drowned-there.html

>He became convinced that the little girl's ghost had possessed the doll and began to hang up more and more to appease her spirit

>Since his death in 2001, the area known as the 'chinampas' has become a tourist hot spot where visitors hang up there own dolls

>tourist hot spot

It's nothing.

>>17334665
Mexifag here, That area called Xochimilco still remains a small percentage of the floating gardens that were created since the Aztecs where living there, but after the conquest and everything that came for 500 years, only a small part of the floating gardens remain. That whole area is a touristic attraction since FOREVER, although some parts of it are not very pretty, I think. Anyways, these floating gardens are sort of islands where some people live, grow plants or crops even. And one of those many islands is called "doll island" (la isla de las muñecas) which became a think since about 2007, so its pretty recent. There is nothing spooky about it except the old dolls. Also, chinampas are the small boats/rafts that you ride to have a tour of the area, it can take about an hour or more, is a whole network of streams. My university was like 20 min away, so we used to drink in the shore/station cheaply and eat.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OJNygP28_0k

>>17334735
my mistake, chinampas IS the name of the floating gardens, trajinera is the name of the boats :P

i couldn't fit it all in one text so here's the rest: after the five times i tried to remember the image was out of my head as if i subconsciously erased her from my head to protect myself or something like that all i remember is that she looked like she was in her late teens, the pale face, the white dead eye's, and the blood. thing is im an atheist and i know the dream has nothing to do with the real world but it still creeps me out so i told my dad that but thing is he is very superstitious since my grandmothers side of his family comes from Irish gypsy's as he claims. so i told him the dream and he told me that my grandmother would call it a bad omen witch means something bad might happen to me soon but i don't believe in that also i realize now that i think the girl might have been infatuated with me when she started to look at me in the dream don't really know but i feel that it might have been like that. and again ive had creepy dreams that felt real before but this one terrified me. not cause of what happened but i dont know how to explain it just her usually an image like that doesn't scare me but this one did.

also note i am 25 years old and im in canada just in case that helps

wait im starting to think she was in her mid to early teens im sorry its really hard to remember and im kinda feeling a little dizzy right now

>>17334662
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>>17334731
Might have to read this later. In the meantime, here's a bump.

>>17334622

The Bloody Mary myth from my area:

Our local myth was just that you had to say it in front of a mirror 13x, holding a candle. When you finished saying it you blew out the candle and the glow off the blown out wick would light her up in the mirror.

She wouldn't harm you, unless you had "hurt someone bad for the sake of hurting them" (that phrase was told to me by four or five people while describing how to do it) and in that case she would be holding scissors and attack you.

If you didn't have an ugly secret like that, she would just be inside the mirror. Some people said she would hold something. If she held cloth you would be married soon, if she had a bottle in her hands (a glass medicine bottle) you would have a baby or become sick soon, and if she had a candle of her own...

No one ever said what happened then, but they almost all mentioned the candle. I think it was just a fun excuse to jump scare the person you were telling.

>>17334622

(1/2)

Fred Miller and I owned ourselves a little truck stop at the edge of town. It was a nice place, except for one problem. Somebody was always sneaking in the back, and taking some of the oil we'd stocked up each week. We'd really never taken too much thought to it at first – assuming it was just our minds playing tricks. But I'd started keeping a close eye at the back of the building, looking for any animals, intruders, whatever was causing the problem. I hadn't noticed anything at first, there simply wasn't anything I could find that was out of place. Fred didn't find anything either, but a few days later he says to me, "Cap, I don't know about you, but I'm starting to think there's something trying to spook us." But I couldn't agree. What strange person would wait around, taking oil for a kick? It was just too strange. So that night, Fred and I came up with a plan.

"We'll sneak up on 'em" he says to me, "we'll try to keep things as unsuspecting as possible, but out of nowhere, we'll pull the carpet out from under 'em."

"But how would that work?" I asked, "we c–"

"We'll switch the oil out. Instead of keeping in in the back shed, we'll move the stock over to the front garage. One of us'll wait in the shed, and if anything happens, we give a holler."

It wasn't much of a plan, but we could at least try. I kept track of the oil, writing down the amounts we had twice a day. And sure as heck, some of it was unaccounted for come closing time. So for a couple weeks, we keep quiet. I continued with the log books, and Fred was always looking to catch the theft red–handed. Whenever he could, Fred would run a circle around the building – searching the trees and foliage for our unseen tormentor. It just wasn't our luck though. Some time passed, and finally the two of us decided that today was the day. We'd practically given up by that point as it was. When Fred came in to work that day, I filled him in.

>>17334956

(2/2)

We made quick work of it. Fred helped me carry out the oil to the front as quietly as we could. I took inventory once more, and Fred told me he'd be the one to wait. Come noon, I brought him lunch. We didn't speak a whole word for the rest of the day, fearing we'd scare it off before we could finally catch our pest. Something just didn't feel right about all of it, like we were stepping on some sort of territory we had no business messing with. But I shrugged it off. The two of us were more determined than ever.

It was a few hours before closing when I heard the sound. There was a scream, and the crash and stagger of something moving around in there. But that’s all there was, just the scream, the movements, and then it all got a little too quiet. I called out to Fred, pushing myself forward past tool belts and scrap that we’d left on the floor. I swung open the door and leapt into the room. But Fred wasn’t there. The back door was wide open, and the room was as silent as a grave. I got the hell out of there, I didn’t care at what cost. There was something terrible on those grounds I didn’t want to see face–to–face.

I never went back there, not since. The place has long been closed off, and the police have given up by now I’m sure. Of all the odd jobs I’ve had throughout my years, I’ve never felt persuaded to return back to it. It’s all just a reminder of that terrible day. On occasion, I still find myself wondering just what happened to ol’ Fred. Some of my friends have taken their guesses, and I’ve had a few myself. But really, I’ve narrowed it down to one thing:

It couldn’t get what it wanted, so it took what it could get.

>>17334304
Kill yourself and the baby.

>>17334304
I'm a night owl and I can hear my neighbors inside their house across the street if they're loud enough. Most likely you're hearing mom comforting her waking baby next door. Since noise pollution levels are so low at night, any minor soundwaves can travel at such dramatic lengths that it actually sounds like the baby is inside your own house. Sometimes I hear a neighbor's door close and think someone just came through my front door.

>>17334589


That's a possibility I guess, although it would be a LONG way for sound to travel, the neighbor is maybe 1/8 of a mile away. I can hear them when they're outside sometimes but didn't think I'd hear them inside.

>>17334188
nope

Well I've enjoyed what I've seen. Cant wait to see morw to be honest. Looks promising.

>>17334188
kill yourself

>>17334184
bad film school projects are really scary.

https://discord.gg/0k3oVnvCQfKzFsri

scary as fuck

>>17334184

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Title means Unwarranted

>What Happened to Octoblur?

Novemblur

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>>17334093
technically theres the other 5 videos in the series?

was it ever in the papers? if not probably fake.

I don't think you understand the idea

I know which one it is. They're in a old fashioned room, 1700s style maybe? The huge creature looks like an old lady if I'm not mistaken. She might be connected to the wall. As I remember it, the other woman is feeding it or something?

Haven't seen it a while though.

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>>17334010
murk lore, newfag

>>17334038
That isn't the one..

I hear ... he's close

My name is Julio Cesar Gomez Gutierrez and I speak Spanish

Maybe you should find a different sports hobby than contact if you have GERD? That can't be good for you.

>>17333954
Isn't the go-to solution on /x/ for anything /x/-related to get naked, masturbate violently, and cover yourself in feces?

>>17333954
How can you have a picture of Socrates and not having figured out the solution to all ur problems,
know thyself.

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>>17333771

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On 31 July 2015, a music video for "Rattle That Lock" was released on Gilmour's website and promoted via social media outlets. The video was created by Trunk Animation under direction from Alasdair Brotherston and Jock Mooney, produced by Richard Barnett and involved 12 animators, artists and compositors. Aubrey Powell of Hipgnosis served as Creative Director for the video.

The video depicts the fall of Lucifer from the Kingdom of Heaven and his subsequent journey through Pandæmonium, Purgatory and Chaos to corrupt the virgin Earth and become Satan, as told in the epic poem, Paradise Lost.

Wow amazing song and video

They are criminals let not the rebels be exalted before the eyes of the LORD. have not those to find peace with the people whose lips speak of peace yet drink the blood of the people of God

>>17333767
is that from the quran?

I’m done greentexting now because it’s a pain in the ass and this is a long story. My friend came back from the outhouse. It seemed like he had been gone a long time. He sat down next to the fire with us.
It felt like there was something hanging in the air, and I was getting really weird gut feelings. I felt like I was being watched. I looked out into the woods behind the outhouse and a shiver went down my spine. Something just felt weird. I looked at my friend who had just been at the outhouse. He was just sitting, staring into the fire. My other friends were talking and laughing. Then, he said the fire looked like it was dying and he asked if anyone wanted to help him get some firewood.
This scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t help but think about fleshgaits. I felt like a moron for thinking that he could be a fleshgait, and I didn’t want to look like an idiot, but I was scared shitless and I couldn’t help myself. I started asking him questions like what’s his dog’s name and what street does he live on. He asked me why I was asking him these questions and thought I was being really weird, but he eventually correctly answered all of them.
My friends were making fun of me for asking dumb and random questions, so I told them all about fleshgaits, skinwalkers, and goatmen. They thought it was stupid, but it made for some good campfire scary stories.
The whole time though, I couldn’t shake that weird creepy feeling. In fact, it was only getting stronger. I kept looking out into the trees, and every time I did I would feel almost nauseous. I asked my friends if they felt weird at all, but they thought that I was joking around trying to scare them.
(...)

About an hour later, we were all pretty drunk. We weren’t shitfaced yet, but I had drank enough to make me forget about the creepy feeling I was having. We were still sitting around the fire talking, when we heard a screeching sound echo through the woods. It wasn’t an animal. You could just tell that it was a sound no animal could possible make. I was absolutely bone chilling. The screech came from the woods really close to our camp, and we could hear it echoing way back into the forest.
I can’t describe with words what the screech sounded like, but it was just evil and horrifying, and it sent chills down my spine and through my entire body. My vision started to blur, and I realized that my eyes were watering. We all looked at each other. Everyone had heard it. I said that some fucked up shit was probably out there and we should get the fuck inside. Nobody disagreed, and we took all our shit into the cabin and locked the door. I pushed the couch in front of the door just to be extra safe. There was only one window in the cabin and I covered it up with a blanket. Whatever was out there, I sure as shit didn’t want to see it.
For the next fifteen minutes or so, we sat in the cabin. No one was drinking anymore. Soon, the terror we felt started to fade away. We started cracking jokes and thinking that it might have just been an animal after all. I had to pee, but I still didn’t want to go outside so I peed into a beer bottle. Everyone kept asking me about skinwalkers and fleshgaits so I told them a little more about them. We came up with a code word to say to prove that we were ourselves. I also came up with another idea. I gave everyone a piece of duct tape to put on the back of their hand. If anything was about to happen to them, I told them to take the tape off their hand. Then, If one of them showed up without their tape, we would know that it wasn’t really them.

We got talking and laughing again, thinking we were all just scared little pussies and making fun of ourselves for having a panic attack over a noise in the woods. It seemed like the party was back on and one of my friends got out some weed. As we started to smoke it, I thought I heard something outside. At first I though I was just being paranoid because of the weed, but I heard it again. I told everyone to shut up and we all strained to listen. There were definitely multiple things rustling around outside the cabin.
We sat listening. We were getting really, really scared now. Everyone was dead silent, and we were just listening. Then, all of a sudden something knocked on the door.
The feeling I felt when I heard that knock was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I was literally frozen in terror. My eyes were watering and I couldn’t move. Then, we heard a voice. It sounded like a child’s voice, and it said, “help! let me in.” But it had no inflection. It was completely monotone. I wanted to throw up. I felt the way that an animal must feel when it’s being stalked by a predator. But this was worse because it was unknown and so unnatural. Just typing this is making my eyes water and I keep having to stand up and walk around. I’m not a big spiritual person, and I don’t necessarily believe in “evil,” but this thing was evil. I could just feel it. My friends and I didn’t move and didn’t say a word. It kept knocking and it repeated “Help, let me in.” It sounded exactly the same way it had when it said it the first time, like it was just a recording being played back.
(...)

Bump
bumpity bump

>>17333714
step 1.
remember current life
step 2.
die
step 3.
remember previous life

>>17333730
funni.