Doctor Who?

I know Halloween is now over but but I remembered this creepy nursery rhyme from Doctor Who 

"Whats that in the mirror? In the corner of your eye? Whats that footstep following? But never passing by? Perhaps the lot is waiting, Perhaps when we're all dead. Out they'll come a slithering, From underneath your bed."

 It is one of my favorite TV shows and NHK sometimes shows episodes with Japanese subtitles. It's good fun and not too serious.

Boooooooooo.......

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Time for a swim?

 

In New South Wales lies the Hawkesbury River, home to one of Australia’s strangest cryptids.  The beast, known simply as the Hawkesbury River Monster, is a kind of aquatic lizard, much like the Loch Ness Monster of Scotland.  Descriptions of the creature liken it to the prehistoric plesiosaur, extinct for 70 million years. 

Sightings report that it is between 7 and 24 meters long.  It supposedly has two sets of flippers and a lengthy, snakelike neck and head.  The monster was first heard of by settlers in the 1800s, although there is Aboriginal rock art over 3-4000 years old in the area that describes the creature.  The settlers were told stories by the Aboriginals of woman and children being attacked by the moolyewonk or mirreeular, both of them Aboriginal names for the monster that lurks in the river. 

Much like its Scottish cousin, the Hawkesbury River Monster has gained significant attention from the scientific world.  Many hunters and crytozoologists have spent decades trying to locate and/or catch the monster. There have been hundreds of reported sightings, so the odds are the monster hunters will be scouring the area for many years to come.

Yara-ma-yha-who

 

In Aboriginal cultures, the yara-ma-yha-who was a little red man, about 4 feet tall, with a large head and mouth. He had no teeth and swallowed his food whole. The tips of the fingers and toes were shaped like the suckers of an octopus.

These creatures lived at the tops of wild fig trees and would capture their prey by dropping on unsuspecting passers-by who sought shelter in the tree. When a person camped below a fig tree, a yara-ma-yha-who might jump on top of the person and drain their blood with their hands and feet. Their victims rarely died from the initial encounter, but because the person was left in a weak and helpless state, the yara-ma-yha-who would return later and swallow the victim. It then drank water and took a nap. When it awoke, it would regurgitate the undigested portion of its meal, which, if the meal was a person, that person would still be alive.

Children were told that if they were unfortunate enough to meet a yara-ma-yha-who, they should offer no resistance, as their chances of survival would be better if they let the creature swallow them. If a person was captured on several different occasions, they would grow shorter with each occasion until they were the same size as a yara-ma-yha-who and they would grow hair all over their body. Eventually they would become a yara-ma-yha-who themselves.

Prisoners

While it was not at all a horror movie "Prisoners" is a good film for this creepy time of year. It is a mystery story about two little girls that get kidnapped. It looks at what is right and wrong, and how far someone would go to protect their children. Real people are much more scary than monsters.

4/5

I would have given it 5/5 but there are a few holes in the story.

Yeeees?

 When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark. I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing song voice say “Yeeeeees?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother’s presence always does. Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call “Sweetie, are you home?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was staring at me.

Eyes in the dark

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Smile for me

 

I have a beautiful smile. Oh, how I miss it. This morning, I wake up and I smile at my bedroom mirror. I am disappointed at what I see. I kiss my husband, I send my two children off to school. I entertain guest friends. I show them all my lovely smile. But I look in the mirror and I do not see it.
“Are you ready?” Harry calls from the parlor.
“Yes, my love.” I reply as I clasp a string of polished pearls around my neck.
“Oh fantastic, the children are with Mrs. Knox, and the dinner reservations are all set for eight o’clock sharp.” Harry beams as he enters our bedroom. He crosses over to me and puts his arms around my waist and tells me how darling I look tonight.
I embrace him warmly. But suddenly I feel his arms stiffen.
“V-Vivian?” Harry stutters.
“Yes, dear?” I answer sweetly.
In horror Harry raises a shaking finger over my shoulder and points at the old full length mirror against the wall.
“Your reflection… it can’t be… is it staring at us?!”
I turn and see her there, gazing intently. She throws herself against the mirror. There is no sound, only deafening silence. Harry, help me! she mouths as she batters the surface with her fists.
I feel my eyes narrow at her. Harry looks back and forth between myself and my abhorrently perverse reflection.
My limbs begin to elongate and dear Harry’s blue eyes widen. He shrieks and struggles as I grasp him. My jaw detaches. My face contorts and splits open at my mouth, my teeth like shined and piercing knives.
Vivian claws at the mirror. She beats against it as I devour her hapless husband.
Perhaps now she will learn to smile for me.

A bad dream

“Daddy, I had a bad dream.”
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23.
“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”
“No, Daddy.”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room.
“Why not sweetie?”
“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.”
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

Creepy Pasta

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town, Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.

"Are you Sarah O'Bannon?" Harold asked.

"Yes!" The muffled voice asserted.

"You were born on September 17, 1827?"

"Yes!"

"The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857."

"No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!"

"Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt.

"But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as Hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up."

Stairs

My house is old. It’s by far the oldest house on our block. We tried to liven it up, to make it comfy, and and we did a pretty good job. We put colorful rugs on the freezing concrete, lamps in every corner. Every room was nice and modern-except the basement.

When I was a little kid, I would sprint up the stairs coming up from the basement. I don’t know what I was afraid of. Maybe a ghost, or a monster in the dark behind me, waiting for me to turn around so it can catch me and… I don’t know what it would do.

But now, as a seventeen year old boy, I’m walking up the stairs from my basement, and my childish fears, long repressed, are coming back. I tell myself to shut up, but that dark part in the back of my head tells me to run, to get out NOW. More than anything I want to rocket up those stairs as I did as a child, but I force my feet to take even, normal steps. I feel the overwhelming urge to look behind me, but I also want to win the battle of paranoia that’s going on in my brain.

So I slowly walk up the seemingly endless staircase, my palms sweating and my heart racing the entire way. But about ten steps from the top, I feel an ice cold hand close around my ankle.

The window

I was in my bedroom, doing the typical at-home teenager thing: staying up late, digging around the depths of the internet, and generally not paying attention to anything other than what was on my monitor. It was the early morning, around 2 o’clock, and everyone in my house was asleep but me. The room was nice and warm despite it being the dead of winter, since we had the windows replaced last week. We had been losing heat, especially in my bedroom, through some old storm windows, but the bitter cold was now kept outside.

I don’t remember what I was doing; I think in the terror that consumed me I must have forgotten. I heard a noise at my window. Not the sound of a bug flying into it, or the shrubs brushing against it. No, this was an odd noise, a thumping sound, something I had never heard before. I didn’t think anything of it initially. Whether that was because I genuinely believed it was nothing or because I didn’t want to find out what it was, I can’t say, but I sat there for a moment and just listened to it. It was distinctly rhythmic. Thump, thump, thump. It only lasted fifteen seconds or so, and then stopped. I shuddered, but shrugged it off and, after spending another hour or two browsing and consciously not looking toward the window, turned my computer off and fell into an uneasy but uneventful sleep.

This morning, after the sun had been up for a few hours and the things that go bump in the night were doing whatever they do during the daylight hours, I walked to my window and spent a few minutes trying to replicate the sound I had heard. I tapped the window, bumped it with some soft objects, even locked and unlocked it, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what had made the sound. Nothing I did was even close. I figured that the event had been a fluke, and the day was normal until this evening.

My dad arrived home from work at the usual time and decided that the house was too stuffy, so he came into my room and went to open the window (we’re in Texas, so winter evenings are sometimes very comfortable, as was the case today). Never in my life before that moment have I genuinely wished to be deaf.

My dad forgot to unlock the window before trying to open it, and when he pulled up, it produced the same noise I heard last night.

My window only has handles on the inside.

The crimson pig!

So as you can see in the photos below 

I was pig man butcher for the school Halloween party. 

Well for the other Halloween parties I went to 

my girlfriend and I wanted to do costumes that would 

work as a pair, and she wanted to do something cute. 

So we added a moustache, a hat and some sunnies 

and made it into a Porco Rosso (紅の豚) mask instead.

And my lovely girlfriend was the lovely Fio.

 

What do you think? 

We won 3rd prize (a bottle of wine) in a contest!!

More creepy kids

After finding a dead baby bird in the driveway from a nest up above, my 4 year old told me he knows where to bury it so it will come back alive.

“Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he is only there when I’m not around.

My son was crying in bed at 3 am and tells us he is afraid because there is a man in his bed. We ask him about the man and tell him to ask the man to go away. The following day he tells us the man’s name is Frank…my husband’s uncle who died the night before. Also later that week we were driving along in our van in complete silence and my son said “Frank’s here.”

“There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”

My child comes into the house with a baby gecko latched onto his finger. He proudly says “Look Mom he likes my finger.” I say “Get him out before he gets loose in the house” My 3yr old then says “No. I'm going to put him in the drawer with all the baby frogs.” “What drawer has all the baby frogs in it?” “Hmmmm…the one in your closet.” he says. I recovered 3 baby frogs from my bathing suit drawer.

My brother was giving all the kids candy. One of my daughter’s friends was over and my brother asked her, “you want some candy little girl?” She said, “you’re supposed to be behind a bush when you say that”

My son was crying in his room saying mummy Elmo keeps talking to me, I went in his room and tickle me Elmo was laughing…..ummm he had no batteries!!

“Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”

My son, Mason, told my fiancé he was going to cut his heart out and eat it.. He’s 3.

Creepy things kids say #1

My daughter had an imaginary friend named Sally, she told me once about how Sally was in jail for chopping her mom’s head off...

Two years ago my door bell rang. When I answered there was a little kid 4 or 5 standing there that I didn’t recognize. Before I could say anything, she yelled “just so you know it’s your turn to die!” and she disappeared around the corner again. I followed but couldn’t see her anywhere. Luckily I didn’t die.

My 5 year old handed me a rock and said, “You can use this for your grave.”

My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”

My kids ( ages 5,4,&3) are constantly talking about the “bloody girls” in their rooms. They each go into detail about them. Their names… Their clothes, what they talk about. It started when my oldest had just turned three. He said that they had been in a small green car, that fell in the water. The water turned red and their mommy and daddy were really sad. He said they liked their rooms because they have fun toys.

My son (3 at the time) threw a huge tantrum when we were trying to leave the house because he “didn’t want to crash and die”. After about 10 minutes he just stopped and was ready to go. As we were walking out of the house there was a very bad accident on the street in front of our house – right where we would have been driving if he hadn’t thrown his fit.

“The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”

I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”

My 2yr old talks and walks in his sleep. About a month after his second birthday I heard him talking in his sleep in the middle of the night so I thought aww cute I will go listen. Peeked in and he was sitting bolt upright in bed eyes wide open hands folded in lap. He said, “naughty mummy. Naughty daddy. No more mummy, no more daddy.” Then he laughed really creepily lay down and started snoring.

from
http://www.danoah.com/2013/10/32-more-of-the-creepiest-things-ever-said-by-kids.html

Halloween at USJ

I went to USJ yesterday to see their special 

Halloween events. The Hamunaputra/Mummy Museum 

was OK but is pretty much just a haunted house, and 

not even really that Egyptian themed. But it's scary,

my arm still hurts from where my girlfriend squeezed 

too hard. The Bio-hazard experience was cool, you run 

through with a toy gun and shoot actors dressed as 

zombies and monsters. My girlfriend's gun didn't work the 

first time so we got to go again and see the 2nd maze 

(There are two paths you can take) we were kinda lucky.
In the evening there was a zombie parade and many

of the attractions became Sadako themed. The 

Terminator-Sadako was creepy (not really terminator 

just 'The Ring') but 'Backdraft-Sadako' sucked almost as
muck as the regular Backdraft, which is a a lot. We were 

very tired at the end of the day, but we had great fun.

:Phil

Beautifully Creepy

A lake in Africa is so full of calcium that it freezes the birds who swim in it.

Bad holloween costumes

You have about a month left until Halloween. 

Got a costume idea yet?

Well here are some bad ideas you might want to avoid. 

Holy mustache Batman!

Spidey has let himself go...

ahhhh.... no, just no.

Zero points for effort,
and that crotch level hole has me worried.

Poor kid, looks like mum forgot to
get a costume for this year's party.
What do you think she is supposed to be?

SLENDERMAN is watching you

If you go out in the woods today,

you're sure of a big surprise.

If you go out in the woods today,

you'd better go in disguise.

If you go out in the woods today, 

you'd better not go alone.

It's lovely out in the woods today,

but safer to stay at home.

Beneath the trees where nobody sees.

 They hide and seek as long as they please.

SCHLOCKTOBER

OK so as it's Halloween time,
let's have a look at some horror movies.
Now I bet most of you have seen JAWS
but I guess no one has seen ORCA.

Released just after Steven Spielberg's JAWS in what looked
very much like an attempt to cash in on the other films success,
ORCA is a truly 'so bad it's good' horror film.

After a fisherman kills the Orca's pregnant mate
it decides to terrorize the local town as revenge.
Strange thing is, orca could do this if they really wanted to.
They are much smarter than sharks and just as deadly.
But they look kind of like pandas so we tend to trust them more.
Well after you watch 1977s ORCA you wont trust them anymore.
MUHAHAHAHAHAH!!!