Heey you! Thanks for coming back! if I had to come find you, it would have taken a long, long time. Glad things are well.
About
About My Me
My HairZ: Longer but still short, Black (dyed though, from dark brown) and wavy, almost curly.
My EyeZ: Greenish, usually, but they change all the time.
My HeightZ: 5'5" ish? I'm short.
My WeightZ: Let's not bring it up....
My BloodZ: ....Delicious?
My LocationZ: Black Lake, NY. Too damn far from EVERYTHING.
It's a well known fact that the paranormal enjoys the delicious taste of Doritos nacho chips.
You ever think somethin’ bad, and you start thinkin’, you know, that if the person next to you could read your mind you’d be in deep s**t?
And then you think, “nah, no such thing as telepaths, don’t be silly?” Cherish those few moments of paranoia. It’s the only time they’re not listening.
On the 3rd of December, find a hand-held mirror, just large enough to cover your face. Cover your face with the reflective side out, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the larger mirror. At exactly 11:34pm, raise the hand-held mirror above your head.
What is in the larger mirror will not be staring back at you, but nor will it be your reflection.
Very carefully walk out of the bathroom, backwards, not lowering the hand-held mirror until the one in the bathroom is completely out of view.
If you do not, what you saw in the mirror will notice, and realize what you have done...
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."
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.
But then there's that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to recede moments later.
Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened.
This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
Don’t look in public restroom mirrors too long. They get curious, and start looking back.
The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don’t move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you’re lucky, you might catch a smile.
Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.
Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?
Don’t do that.
Accidentally waking up in the middle of the night and peeking through the window will prompt a “guest” to enter your bedroom door.
You're at work alone, when you suddenly hear the copy machine start up. You walk out to take a look at what's going on and see several copies filling the tray. Picking up one of the pieces of paper you discover that it is a copy of a picture depicting you sitting in your office chair, dead, with your eyes torn out and your throat cut. The others are the same picture, but taken from increasingly bizarre angles.
There is no original picture in the copy machine. In fact, the machine has been out of toner for a week.
[Girl:] Will you raise me up, will you help me down?
Will you get me right out of this Godforsaken town?
Will you make it all a little less cold?
[Boy:] I can do that! I can do that!
[Girl:] Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight?
Can you colorize my life, I'm so sick of black and white?
Can you make it all a little less old?
[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh, now I can do that!
[Girl:] Will you make me some magic, with your own two hands?
Can you build an emerald city with these grains of sand?
Can you give me something I can take home?
[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that!
[Girl:] Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
Will ya hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot?
Will you take me places I've never known?
[Boy:] I can do that! Oh oh now, I can do that!
[Girl:] After a while you'll forget everything
It was a brief interlude and a midsummer night's fling
And you'll see that it's time to move on
Mary had a little lamb, her fleece was white as snow.
Everywhere that Mary went, that lamb was sure to go.
She followed her to market, she followed her back home,
she followed to the woods, when she was all alone.
Poor Mary stumbled through the brush, she had lost her way.
But Mary, she was glad her lamb hadn’t gone astray.
For days and days, the lamb and she, they wandered through the wood.
Until one long and tired eve, Mary lay down for good.
She hacked and coughed, and grasped the lamb, her pet, she held it tight.
Poor Mary never saw the morn, it killed her in the night.
Little Mary bled to death, at the foot of a mighty pine,
while the blood red lamb with its blood-red teeth started gnawing on her spine.
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Lol, it happens. =)
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Heey, Maya ... I had to tell her otherwise too. razz Where's your store my fine friend? I must find you on YIM now ... [scary music]
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You were wrong, so I had to tell you otherwise... D:
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Always welcome, my friend. Hope life is still well. biggrin I'll see you later babeh.
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Heey you! Thanks for coming back! if I had to come find you, it would have taken a long, long time. Glad things are well.