I am in LOVE with this!
Get yours here →http://riibit.com/JDEIB
Get yours here →http://riibit.com/JDEIB
Pinhead– Concerned that his friends aren’t living life to the fullest, and that they aren’t experiencing all the wonderful things life has to offer, Pinhead starts a club for individuals open to trying new things & adventures.
Freddy Krueger– Wants to make sure everyone gets a full 8 hours of rest. Works at the sleep clinic, and stays by the bedsides of patients to hum lullabies.
Michael Myers– Started the local Neighborhood Watch program to keep his townsfolk safe, especially on creepy holidays like Halloween.
Annabelle– Collects and donates toys to the children’s hospital.
Norman Bates– Volunteers at the senior center, and enjoys helping out with their theater group. He mostly aids in costume design…
Buffalo Bill– Has a fondness for skincare and wicker work . Owns a spa that focuses on skin hydration, where he also sells wicker baskets made by local artisans. Precious, Bill’s poodle & companion, is seen frequently lounging by the lotion rack in the lobby.
Hannibal Lecter– Runs the soup kitchen. He will give you a second helping if you can name what’s in the “Mystery Meat” soup dish.
Leprechaun– Soles for Souls founder, Leprechaun, makes fashionable footware for the homeless. You’ll never see a more shiny pair of loafers.
Regan MacNeil– Psychiatrist for children who suffer from unexplained traumas. Especially great with the young teens, who can sometimes make your head spin.
Pennywise– Organizer of the town’s summer carnival. He loves the kids!! You can find him handing out balloons by the lake & overseeing the handmade water boat races. He claims, regardless of the material they’re made from, that they all float.
Sam– Owner of Incognito, the party supply store. Favors Halloween, and makes many of the costumes that adorn the front window display, including the eco-friendly burlap ones. Come on in, grab a lollipop, and find your next disguise.
Chucky– A real good guy, Chucky makes his living working with criminals recently released from police custody, vowing to teach them how to live a crime-free life. Word on the street is he’s engaged to Tiff, who is a local hair & makeup artist.
The Creeper– A bit of a hermit, The Creeper is only seen every 23 years for 23 days. During those 23 days, The Creeper will take anything off your hands that you may no longer need. He also sells homemade comforters & writes a DIY blog on decorating the interior of your home.
Jigsaw– Do you want to play a game? Just say no. There is no game that our Jigsaw can’t win! He has an Etsy shop where he sells homemade games for couples and groups to play together… winner takes all.
Okay, so just writing that scared me shitless. I love anything and everything to do with horror, but there’s just something about Haunted Houses that’s always given me the serious willies!
The next time you’re in your bedroom alone, and it’s pitch black out… say out loud in the darkness, “Hello? Is anyone there?” and try to tell me that you don’t get goosebumps… The feeling like you’re not alone, even though you can’t physically see anyone, is enough to keep you awake for a long time.
When I was little, I lived with my mom in a neighborhood with that one creepy house. It was a dirty white wreck with an unkempt lawn, boards covering the top floor windows, random nails sticking out of its decrepit siding, broken toys on the front lawn… Had I ever seen anyone going in and out of it? Of course not. That’s basically Haunted House 101! It had all the makings of a horror movie, but I’d never truly find out the scoop on that house, because I moved in with my father shortly after I started paying any real attention to it.
Fast forward a couple of years to when I started becoming a rebellious teenager. Living in a new town, with a father who worked constantly and a step mother, whom I didn’t get along with, I spent a lot of my time roaming the neighborhood with the kids on my block, searching for something to keep us entertained. One day, some of the kids I was chummy with and I came across an old white house some streets away from where we usually hung around… a dirty, decrepit white house with broken toys on its front lawn, and I thought to myself, “We meet again“…
The only difference about this house and the one in my old town was that there was a FOR SALE sign on the front lawn. Clearly, someone was trying to get rid of it, but we never saw anyone coming or going from this property either. After a few days of hanging around outside near the property, it became a running dare that someone should go inside the house and check it out… I mean, it looked spooky AF, and surely there were some creepy things in there. No one ever took the leap and went inside… until one dark night in the summer of 2004.
I can’t really remember how I came to be one of the kids who actually went inside the house on that summer night… but alas, there I was, climbing through the open window- following my friends.
There wasn’t anything remarkable about the interior of the home. We only had one flashlight, and each of us had a glow stick from the hobby store down the road, but from what we could make out, it was all pretty barren.
There was nothing on the walls, save for an old photograph of someones rusty pickup truck. The rooms had no furniture. There were no boxes or items left in the cupboards. The only thing that did fill the empty space were the echos of our nervous giggles.
Of course, being 14 & 15 and it being pitch black, we were all easily spooked by whatever anyone said while we were inside.
“Did you hear that?”
“I think I saw something move!”
“Were those footsteps?”
(Those were among the common verbal ‘frights’ we were passing around)
And then, very suddenly, it stopped being funny… at least for me.
It was at the end of one of these sentences… we were all giggling at each other’s silliness and I remember thinking to myself how we were so stupid, that nothing was in this darkness.
I felt it before I saw it.
It was a filling feeling, as if I were being inflated. As if I were a balloon from the hobby store, where we bought our glow sticks, I felt the presence of cold air being rushed through my body. Goosebumps erupted over my entire frame- not one spot left untouched by the feeling of something in me. I was crazy, right? Nothing was there. It was a draft. I must have been under an air duct… the summer breeze came through it and I inhaled at the exact moment it had passed over me.
That is not true.
I knew it was a lie the minute I started telling myself these things, but this is what we do when we’re panicking from the unknown. When we don’t see what it is that’s frightening us, surely it isn’t that frightening after all, right?
But it was.
It was a terror like I’ve never felt before. My friends had stopped giggling about the same time the first scream left my lips. It was a scream that I couldn’t control. I still don’t believe it was me who was in control of it at all, to be honest. I don’t remember telling myself to make that noise- to holler out in terror… but it happened, and they bolted, leaving me inside the white house, all alone.
When real terror hits, I guess your body takes over for your mind, for your mind must be in a state of shock. It is a defense mechanism to protect itself from harm… to be there when your mind can’t.
I am thankful my body had the reaction to force out a scream, for if I had stayed quiet, the boy I’d seen lurking behind my friends might have in fact, stayed put.
It all happened very quickly… too quickly in fact for me to be 100% sure it was a male, but I’ve told myself for 10+ years that it was a boy, so a boy he was.
In movies, you see distinct facial features… you see clothes, movement, maybe even hear the presence speak. My experience was not like that at all.
I saw what I can only describe as light and shadow.
If you asked me to draw what I had seen, it would be on a white sheet of paper with monochromatic tones of just black and white. A dark shadow in the middle, with small reflective surfaces of white light. No face, no features, just a mass of empty light.
So, why did my body have the reaction it did to a simple shadow? Could it have just been a cast of darkness made from the flashlight we held? If so, why, when my mind decided to evacuate my body and my body went into defense mode, did it feel it needed to scare away whatever was near me?
I guess I’ll never know. All I can tell you is that I have never in my life felt such unexplained terror, and have never again felt the same way I did when I was in that white house.
I don’t remember leaving the house, but I obviously got out. The kids I thought were my friends had bailed, and I stopped hanging out with them after that- or maybe they stopped hanging out with me. Either way, we stayed away from each other after that night.
I don’t think about that event often, or the presence that was in the house. Maybe it was a warning for terrible things that could have happened if we’d stuck around and explored more? I was horrified, but perhaps I should have been thankful? I mean, we got out after all… Again, I guess I’ll never know.
I have since moved to a different state, and don’t go back to my old town very often.
The last time I was in the area, I drove by the street that this house was on. The house is no longer there, so it must have been torn down by the people who bought the land.
The only thing that was on it’s abandoned plot of land was a SOLD sign laying flat on the dirt…
and an action figure.
A little boy’s action figure.
One of my favorite online shops for Halloween/Horror type items is horrordecor.net
This website has everything from candles, (as shown above) pillows, pot holders, magnets and much more! Keep an eye out around holidays, especially Halloween, for they frequently have limited edition items! All these things are handmade, so it can take a bit for your items to get to you, but they’re worth the wait!
Want an inexpensive way to add a creepy touch to your kitchen? Try placing your salt & pepper shakers into a plastic skull! You can find plastic skulls like the one pictured at thrift stores & dollar stores for really cheap!
Another favorite store of mine is http://www.sourpussclothing.com/
Here are a few items from their online store that I’d love to decorate my apartment with! (Some of the items I do in fact own!)
You could always spiff up your counter top with these killer (pun intended) knives as well, found on Amazon.com!
Another cheap & easy way to make a DIY wreath- buy one from a thrift store, like Savers, and spray paint it black! Add plastic spiders, snakes… whatever else you find creepy- or just leave it plain. My wreath cost $2.99 and the spray paint I had on hand. A very affordable DIY project that makes a wonderful addition to any creepy home!
As you can probably guess, I LOVE my DIY projects, most of which can be found on my Pinterest page- pinterest.com/wrtluvonherarms
One of the coolest, and simplest, DIY Halloween type project I’ve found was taking apothecary style jars and adding some creepy decals, stickers, or signage to them to make them spooky! You can find the jars at my favorite places, thrift stores, or your local craft store. As for the labels, I am a huge Etsy fan, and sellers usually have a great variety of labels you can use. If you still want an affordable option, though, raid those clearance sales, see what your friends have laying around from the past holiday… or even check what you already have at home. You may be surprised of the things you have that could work for a Halloween-type project!
I mentioned Etsy above. Here are some of the amazing things I’ve found simply by searching the words Halloween & Horror Decor!
It’s so easy to find amazing Halloween/horror decor year round now, and searching for it is half the fun! As much as the “next great buy” gives me a rush, I also love my DIY projects, and am constantly updating my Pinterest page, so be sure to check out my Halloween Decor board/My Haunted Mansion board for new DIY projects!
Can you say rude? This is easily one of my biggest pet peeves, and it’s so impolite, even if what the topic is about isn’t a private matter. For those who are about to respond, “If you’re speaking in a public place, though, then it’s a public conversation.”… feel free to go play in traffic.
This makes me want to rip my hair out! My neighbor, who lives downstairs, is constantly blasting her Kelly Clarkson album. I get it, you love her more than anyone else… but “since you’ve been gone” I finally have peace… stay gone! As for those who are waiting in my parking lot to pick up someone, your “Shake that ass to the floor, drop yo’ pants, show me dem’ titties” shit is not impressing anyone… turn that shit down.
Beachbody, Shakeology, 21 Day Fix, South Beach Diet, Atkins, The Zone, Caveman Diet, Juice Fasts… Regardless of what it is, and how many I’ve tried, I am sick of hearing about everyone else doing them and having wonderful success. I get it, the first few hundred people- I am happy for, you did it! I am over it now, though, and my big ass hates you.
Waking up in the morning to find your mouth completely dried out, and you go to yawn- *SPLIT* your mouth just tore in half! The agony. You can’t even enjoy your orange juice now without your lips feeling like you just kissed Satan’s tender touch hole. What a horrible way to start the day. Keep them babies hydrated!
Okay, so, I am all for people trying to help each other out, but when I’ve worked at my job for years I am going to preform said job the way I was trained to do it. You have to realize that surely not everyone trains the same, and my methods may be a tad different from yours based on whoever/whomever trained YOU, but if they yield the same results, who cares? If you’ve just started your position and think you know more about my job than I do, think again… your opinions are ill-mannered and not needed or respected.
Similar to dry, cracked lips in that it hurts like HELL, these little devils are the worst kind of torture, especially in an office related job. I sit at a computer all day and basically push those papers… so getting a paper cut is the absolute worst.
Impatient actions get us all at times, but when you can’t wait those couple of minutes for your pizza to cool down, and you go in for what promises to be the tastiest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life only to be gifted with a mouth melting reality of sadness… well, perhaps next time you’ll wait, fatty. Haha!
These are so insignificant, I know, but we all have things that irritate us to no end. PICK UP YOUR CROCS AND SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!
Key words: FAST FOOD. There is nothing fast about waiting twenty minutes for you to ultimately mess up my order, forcing you to remake it. Pick up the pace & work on your quality.
I didn’t wake up this morning having it in my head that I’d be required to touch anyone else’s bodily fluids… I don’t have that kind of job, and I wouldn’t ever agree to such a thing anyway. When I have to go, I have to go, and I don’t want to have to waste my time cleaning up your piddle while I am bursting at the seams. Clean up after yourself, pig!
I get it… sometimes, we all need a little help. Gov’t aid is not for personal spending habits, though, and I am sick of busting my ass 40 hours+ every week to have a portion of my money come out of my hard earned check and have it go to “aid” these peoples beauty habits. My nails are chipped, my hair is dull and my clothes are frayed, but I earn what I have and that money should be mine if it’s not being used properly anyway.
You loved that new movie? The season finale of your show was crazy? SPOILER ALERT– I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR IT! Not everyone had the luxury of being able to stay up all hours of the night to catch these shows/movies, so don’t ruin it for everyone else!
I know you don’t like me. I know you talk shit about me behind my back. Woman/Man up and be real! If you don’t like me, I could care less, so don’t pretend you’re Princess Diana, and tell me like it fucking IS. Love, Me.
Your weekend plans fascinate me, they really do, but don’t talk my ear off for a half hour about how you’re going to get your colon cleansed or how you’re getting your chin waxed. I don’t need to know.
Elvis already left the building? Everyone else can leave 5 minutes early, but you are forced to stay? No. See ya later!
People age… they lose their teeth… they get dentures. That’s all well and good. What drives me insane is when they overuse their denture cream! They smack it around their mouths, it pools in the corners of their lips, and makes horrible noises when they speak. Just kill me now.
When I compliment someones t-shirt, for it represents a band that I love, and they have no clue who the band is, they simply bought the shirt because it looked cool or because everyone else was wearing it… [INSERT MAJOR FLIP OUT HERE]
LOL, I just had to add this. Everybody poops, okay? In all seriousness, if we’re putting stuff in our bodies that isn’t good for us, wouldn’t a better solution to that problem be to add a button that could like… Compress all the gross stuff into a tiny cube (like a trash compressor) that we could depose of cleanly and without issue? Instead, the creator of our bodies thought it’d be a real hoot to watch us run to the bathroom with our cheeks squeezed together, praying for a miracle, all the while having excruciating belly pains, and then to have lava erupt from our balloon knots? That’s just uncalled for, dude.
“Want a balloon?”
― Stephen King,
Derry, Maine… A town that in reality doesn’t exist, but in my mind, is very real.
I was 23 when I read this book thoroughly for the first time. Picking it up as a child, I never really understood it, didn’t pay attention/retain what I was reading, and was clearly not old enough at the time to be able to appreciate the magnificence that I’d held in my hands.
Fast forward many years, as I am strolling through my bookstore’s horror section, and I think to myself after spotting IT, “Why don’t you pick up a copy of this sometime and give it another go? You don’t remember any of it, as far as the novel is concerned… [obv. you loved the movie.] It will probably be better now that you’re older.
Since that day when I strolled out of the bookstore, new purchase in hand, I can say that my life has changed, and definitely for the better.
Quick recap of the plot… A group of friends, as children, come together to fight an evil “creature” (a.k.a. PENNYWISE the clown) that prays on children, in their town- Derry. After fighting, they are under the impression that they defeated this creature, so it comes as a surprise when much later into adulthood they’re contacted and told to come back to Derry, because the clown is back and killing kids! Now, as adults, the group comes back together to finish Pennywise for good!
*I’d also like to add here, that as much as I enjoy the movie, the book is a lot better than the film adaptation, as is usually the case.*
I think one of the reasons I enjoyed this much better as an adult is that I was able to look back at my own childhood and actually relate to the characters in both their child & adult forms.
The group of kids assembled in this novel are easily related to, I am sure… A little something for everyone, if you will. You’ve got mostly loner/loser types:
Beverly- A girl from a poor family- abused by her father verbally & physically. She learns to stand up for herself later in life, but with all her daddy issues- lives an adult life basically ruled under controlling men.
Bill- A brave, yet quiet, boy with a stutter. I would call him a bit depressed, because his younger brother, Georgie, was brutally murdered. He is what you would call the “leader” of the group. People know they can trust his opinions, and they’ll follow him anywhere.
Eddie- Scared, timid, afraid of everything- especially all the bad things that could happen. Eddie is a boy who is taught by his mother all the horrible outcomes that life can bring, and therefore is afraid to truly live, that is until he’s found this group of friends, with who he can finally flourish.
Mike- Is the one who eventually brings the group back together to defeat Pennywise. He’s the only one who stayed in town after all the other kids left. As a child, he is teased terribly by the main bully in the book because of their dad’s personal history together. He’s a black boy in mostly white town.
Stanley- Reserved, nice, and the boy scout of the group- he tags along and doesn’t play a huge part in the end of the book, for sometimes our demons go deeper than even we ourselves are aware.
Ben- Super smart, bullied for being overweight (easily my favorite character in the book) is a kind, gentle boy who is in love with Beverly. He finds his way into the group on a day he’s been attacked by the main bully, Henry Bowers. He, too, is brave when it counts and stands up for his friends.
Richie- The joker. Lives for the laugh. He brings comedic relief to many situations in the book that needed a little brightening up. I feel like he’s the heart of the group, bringing smiles and laughter during their darkest moments.
I can find something in common with each and every one of these characters now… and as a child, I don’t think I would have been able to understand just how much I related myself to them, because I had yet to go though many of the things I eventually endured a little later in life.
Even though those are the main characters of the group that defeated Pennywise, I have to mention Henry Bowers…
This, aside from Pennywise, is the main antagonist of IT. Henry Bowers. This kid has had a tough life- his father is an alcoholic who is also a psychopath. He only rewards Henry when he does something that in truth, isn’t so great. Henry feels like he needs to prove that he’s a “badass” to his father to gain approval, but unfortunately for Henry, he never gets the love he’s craving. Henry later murders his father, and doesn’t give a second thought about it. His love of bullying the kids of this novel isn’t something that goes into much detail in the movie adaptation, but you find out when reading the novel that Henry’s father has a past with Mike’s dad, and it’s basically hate by association. Henry vows to make Mike’s life as miserable as possible to get revenge for his father, and when he sees Mike with the rest of the group of kids, it basically makes them all more of a target than they were to begin with.
I knew many bullies as a child, and even some now as an adult, but never have I encountered anyone quite as bad as Bowers. He has no remorse for killing people, for torturing animals… he clearly needed to be locked away long before he actually was. As horrible as this kid is, he’s one of the reasons why this book is so interested and addicting to read… you don’t want him to do horrible things to the other kids, but then again… a sick, twisted part of you eventually does want to see what he’s capable of, and he sure as hell is willing to show you!
So, you’ve got a group of kids being hounded not only by a horrible local bully, but by a monster lurking behind every corner, and a town of people who couldn’t seem like they’re more oblivious to the fact that something weird is going on. People looking the other way when the bad things happen… no witnesses to the crimes… this town is MESSED UP! Major points for lure factor, though. I pick up this book wanting to be back there… to be back in Derry, Maine. I guess the only way I can explain it is to have you imagine a train crash. As awful of an event as that would be to see, when it does happen- you can’t look away. Some part of you is telling you to watch, to experience, to behold all the things you may never again encounter in your entire life. Call me sick and demented, but I want to be in Derry with all that craziness! Any horror movie I have ever watched, any villain I have ever read about- there’s always a point when I want to know first hand what it was like for the characters experiencing that moment. I want to feel their fear. I want to feel my own heart beating so fast because I know, certainly, that I am about to die. OKAY. MORBID, but you understand, right? Haha!
Let’s discuss IT’s “Nightmare Factor”… what I mean by this is how badly does this book/movie mess you up mentally? For me, that’s A LOT… and I love every horrible second of it.
It’s one of those things that keeps you coming back to a book such as this one. The moment when a book makes you afraid to go to the bathroom alone, when you find yourself peering over the cover and looking at your closet door sure that you just heard a tapping sound… when you read the line, “Want a balloon?” and out of the corner of your eye you spot a bright colored pillow, mistaking it for that balloon, and chuck the book across the room at it! THOSE moments are what I live for. The pure adrenaline that courses through the veins; it’s euphoric.
Is that, perhaps, why I can’t escape Derry… why I keep coming back for more? I’d say a big reason is experiencing something that I don’t think I’ll ever experience in my life. A life of terror, of fighting something so awful that even my wild imagination couldn’t conjure an image of what that could be. As much as it’d be terrible to be surrounded by murder, by evil entities, by loss… it’s a fate that someone in this world is enduring right now. Maybe this book is a lot more realistic to some than we even realize.
Could this book be a metaphor for something else? The monster, Pennywise, being a parental figure, or another authority type, trying to rule our lives in the worst way possible, and us attempting to overcome them- to follow our own paths? The growing up of adolescents when, as children, we believe that there are monsters under our beds, and then as adults we find that maybe we were the monsters all along? The only monsters that exist in the world are other humans, disguised as something that they’re not, to lure us to our ultimate demise? I guess there are many ways to interpret this book…
In the end, I don’t think there is any way to explain the truth that a little part of us all wants to experience something completely and utterly morbid. This is just a safe way to do it. Like watching through a window, not actively participating in the bad things, just witnessing it. Why do we crave horror? Why can’t we look away from a scene of an accident? I am willing to bet that Mr. King knows that there are many more people in the world, like himself, that want to look, and are not afraid to do so.
I don’t think I’ll leave Derry anytime soon. I am not done with Pennywise, yet… that battle for me will always be there to relive, fight, conquer over and over again. When times are tough in my own life, it’s nice to remember that even if in an alternate dimension, someone’s life is much harder than my own, and a lot more bloody.
Thankfully, it’s only a book cover away.
The ONE movie I would NOT want to wake up in!
This movie is about a struggling family (Dad, Sister & brother, as well as their nanny) dealing with the aftermath of losing everything, including their mother, in a house fire. They get a mysterious visit from a lawyer, claiming that the father’s uncle, who he had absolutely no relationship with, left him a house in his will, upon his death. Having only a tiny apartment now, and not much money, this seems like it could be just what the family needs to get back on their feet… So, they go on a trip to see the home. Of course, it’s gorgeous! Like nothing they’ve ever seen before, a home completely made from glass, filled with collectibles and artifacts that could probably pay off any old debt they had while keeping the family thriving for a very long time… Here’s about the time when I’d like to add- WHEN THINGS SEEM TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, THEY USUALLY ARE! It’s no surprise that this family gets the shock of their lives when come to find out, their crazy uncle had been capturing ghosts and keeping them locked in the basement, all to complete a design that was “created by the devil and powered by the dead” to open the “EYE” of Hell. Creepy! Things go from bad to worse when they discover who the 13th ghost needs to be!
1. The First Born Son – The First Born Son is the ghost of Billy Michaels, a boy who loved cowboy films. A neighbor challenged him to a duel, using a bow and a real steel-tipped arrow against Billy’s toy gun. Billy died when the neighbor shot the arrow through the back of his head. Billy’s ghost is dressed in his cowboy suit and holding a tomahawk, with the arrow still protruding from his head. His ghost whispers “I want to play” or “play with me”.
I would NOT share my Legos with that kid!
2. The Torso – The Torso is the ghost of a bookie named Jimmy “The Gambler” Gambino. When Jimmy found himself unable to pay off a Mafia-connected client’s large winning bet on a boxing match, the client cut him into pieces, wrapping them in cellophane and dumping them into the ocean. His ghost appears as his decapitated, legless torso, trying to walk around on its hands as the head lies screaming on the floor.
Can I take one of him, to go, please? LOL.
3. The Bound Woman – The Bound Woman is the ghost of Susan LeGrow, a girl with a wealthy background and a penchant for playing with boys’ affections. On the night of her high school prom, a football player she was dating caught her with another boy; the next morning, the boy was found dead and Susan went missing. She was later found buried at the 50-yard line of the school’s football field, strangled to death; the player was convicted of her murder and executed. Her ghost is wearing her prom dress and is hanging from the ceiling with her arms tied.
4. The Withered Lover – The Withered Lover is Jean Kriticos, Arthur’s wife. She was burned severely while saving her family from a devastating house fire, and died of her injuries in the hospital. Her ghost initially appears in a hospital gown, hooked up to an IV pole and showing severe burns on her face. However, after the destruction of the machine, her ghost is wearing her normal clothes and her burns have vanished. Unlike the other ghosts, she is not a vengeful spirit and tries to help her family.
Burnt toast, anybody?
5.The Torn Prince – The Torn Prince is the ghost of Royce Clayton, a 1950s high school baseball star with a bad attitude and a superiority complex. During a drag race, he died when his car spun out of control. His ghost carries a baseball bat, and parts of his face and body are torn to shreds from being dragged underneath his car. He uses the bat as a melee weapon, and while inside his containment cube, he sits atop the wreckage of the car.
Spoiled rich boys, always thinkin’ they’re better than everyone else!
6 The Angry Princess – The Angry Princess is the ghost of Dana Newman, a young woman with striking physical beauty but the inability to recognize it. Driven to depression by a string of abusive boyfriends, she began to work for a plastic surgeon who paid her in cosmetic procedures. One night, she tried to perform surgery on herself, but the attempt left her blind in one eye. She committed suicide in the bathtub by cutting herself with a butcher knife until she bled to death. Her ghost is naked, still holding the knife and showing all the self-inflicted wounds, and her cube is drenched in blood.
I would totally be this chick in real life, lol. She’s fierce, and not going to lie, her boobs are way better than mine!
7 The Pilgrimess – The Pilgrimess is the ghost of Isabella Smith, a 17th-century New England colonist who was shunned by other settlers. Accused of witchcraft by the town preacher after livestock began to die from an unknown ailment, she fell under further suspicion when the preacher himself succumbed. The townspeople trapped Isabella in a barn and set it on fire, but she emerged without any injuries; they then locked her in the pillory and left her to starve to death. Her ghost still has the pillory’s yoke locked around its hands and neck.
Ohhh, whooo, witchy woman!
8 and 9. The Great Child and The Dire Mother – The Dire Mother is the ghost of Margaret Shelburn, a woman whose diminutive height constantly attracted stares from others. She joined a carnival freak show, but was raped by one of the other members and gave birth to a son, Harold (The Great Child). Margaret spoiled Harold throughout his life, so that he always wore diapers and had to be spoon-fed even as he grew to a vast size and weight. Carnival workers kidnapped Margaret as a prank, but she suffocated to death by the time Harold found her. He flew into a rage and killed the culprits with an axe, putting their remains on public display, and was in turn killed by an angry mob. Their ghosts are always together, with Harold wearing a food/vomit-splattered bib and carrying the axe, while Margaret sometimes feeds him.
This family has some serious issues.
10. The Hammer – The Hammer is the ghost of George Markley, a blacksmith who lived in a small town in the 1890s. He was wrongfully accused of stealing, and refused to leave town when threatened with exile. A gang led by his accuser hanged his wife and children; in revenge, George used his blacksmith’s hammer to beat his accuser and the other culprits to death. The townsfolk executed George by chaining him to a tree, driving railroad spikes into his body, severing one hand, and attaching the hammer to it. His ghost is still pierced with the spikes and wrapped in the chains, and he wears the hammer in place of his missing left hand.
What a creepy mother fucker!
11. The Jackal – The Jackal is the ghost of a 19th-century man named Ryan Kuhn, who began attacking prostitutes as an adult. He committed himself to an asylum in search of help but eventually went insane. The doctors kept him permanently bound in a straitjacket, causing his limbs to contort horribly until he gnawed through it. Ryan was then confined to a basement cell, with a metal cage locked around his head, and grew to hate all human contact. When a fire broke out, everyone but Ryan escaped; he chose to remain behind and let himself be burned to death. His ghost wears the loosened straitjacket and head cage, whose front bars have been snapped apart.
I would try to choke & suffocate myself with my own tongue before ever having to be in the presence of this fucked up psycho!
12. The Juggernaut – The Juggernaut is the ghost of Horace “Breaker” Mahoney, a serial killer of enormous height and grotesque appearance. Abandoned as a child by his mother and ostracized by everyone, he eventually got a job crushing cars in his father’s junkyard. After his father died, Horace went insane and began bringing hitchhikers and stranded drivers to the junkyard, breaking all their bones and tearing them apart with his bare hands. One of his potential victims was an undercover police officer, who called for backup and brought a SWAT team to surround the junkyard. Horace killed three officers before being shot to death by the team. His ghost still wears the bullet-riddled clothing from the night he was killed. Dennis Rafkin and Cyrus Kriticos note that Horace killed nine people while he was alive, then 31 more as a ghost; Horace kills several of Cyrus’ assistants in the attempt to capture him, then later kills Dennis as well.
Do you smell blood & gasoline? Perhaps kisses & kerosene?
13 The Broken Heart – The thirteenth ghost would have been Arthur Kriticos himself. Cyrus planned for him to sacrifice himself out of love for his family, the final step needed to activate the house’s machine.
Papa’ don’t freak, YOU’RE in trouble deep!
So, which ghost scares me the most? It would definitely have to go to this badass… Ghost #11- The Jackal! Is it the makeup, that haunting stare, that friggen CAGED HEAD?! It’s probably a mix of all three… and I can’t forget to mention that the actor completely portrayed this character as one fucked up dude! His movements, the violence in just his body language alone, sends chills down my spine- and not the good kind!
If I had to imagine waking up in Halloween, A Nightmare on Elm Street… or even Evil Dead, I feel like I could handle that better than waking up in this hellhole. It’s one thing to have to fight off one villain, but to have to defeat a gang of pissed off imprisoned ghosts?? HARD PASS. Not to mention that you can only SEE them while wearing your safety glasses, which considering my luck, would probably fall off and break within the first 5 minutes.
Overall, this movie is GREAT. I feel like it’s completely underrated & even overlooked. It has all the great things I love about horror movies- the mystery, the plot you can’t quite figure out, the jump scares and even the gore! There’s a little something for everyone. My only issue with this is that I, under no circumstances, can watch this movie alone, and I most definitely can’t sleep a solid 8 hours after viewing, either.
So what are you waiting for? Go buy this, grab a friend, and scare the shit out of yourselves…
Major life lesson to keep in mind, though? Don’t accept gifts from people you don’t truly know- especially houses.
*WIKI page credit for the description of all the ghosts.
5 Inexplicable Events from New York City’s Eerie Past By Abby Carney February 22, 2016 | 9:00am Content sponsored by Watch the series premiere of Damien, Monday, March 7 at 10/9c on A&E. With its dark alleys, underground tunnels, and shadowy figures, New York City is no stranger to strangeness. Here are five mysterious events that […]
Your blood is liquid fire…
Oh, how I desire to burn in that fire.
Searing flames, red-hot… rush my skin.
Haunting inferno, never saying no… please, let me in.
Your blaze is scorching, all-consuming, I’m drowning in my fears.
Time has gone, now I’m all alone… the hurt evaporating in the steam from my tears.
Lights are blinding, I’m an empty shell, my eyes opening on the edge of dreams.
The silence is deafening, my blood runs cold… I’m choking on the sounds of my screams.
I feel like when you ask for a sign, internally or outwardly, someone is listening… and someone will answer.
Flashback to one of the creepiest moments I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing in my life… This was the moment, for me, when I finally believed that ghosts exist.
When I lived in Maine, I frequented this beautiful cemetery to satisfy my photography cravings, and for its silence that I feasted on like a junkie. There’s something so euphoric about being in a cemetery… It’s like being in a library- people just know that when you’re there, the atmosphere requires “peace and quiet”.
On this day, camera in hand, I walked the miles of paths I’d come to memorize, and was thankful that I still found so many things to take pictures of… Like I was seeing this place for the first time all over again.
When I was nearing the end of my trip on this day, I started thinking about some of the people who’s graves I was photographing… What they & their families were like, what their hobbies were… and even how they died, seeing as how many of the deaths occurred in the early 1800s. Times were so different back then… you just never know.
I came across an area of land and stones I must have overlooked the many times I’d come to the cemetery, and again, my thoughts were on the people who rested beneath the soil. One grave, in particular, stood out to me. I felt drawn to it. It was nothing special or out of the ordinary, but it was clearly newer than all the surrounding stones. There was a name, DOB-DOD and nothing else, which I found odd. Most of the newer stones, even some really old ones, at least had a quote that related to the deceased, but there was nothing. This is, perhaps, why I felt the need to stand there for awhile longer, thinking about that person and their life. I also felt that I shouldn’t take a photo of this particular grave… I’m not sure why, I just got the feeling that I shouldn’t.
This teen was 16 when they died.
Given the date of death, having been in the 2000s, I really started to borderline obsess about how this person died. Were they sick? Did someone hurt them? I felt terrible for this life, taken far too soon. At which point I had the urge to look down… Something in my head just said look…
There on the ground, right in front of my feet, lay this little tag. When I read it, I was covered head-to-toe in goosebumps.
I truly feel like I was being spoken to by this teenager who died too young. In an age when there are cures for many sicknesses, medicines and procedures to fix the ailing, it is such a waste of life to be killed in a completely preventable way. I felt like it was a sign, saying to me, “Stay safe, don’t do anything stupid that can ruin your life, look at what happened to me. I’m just looking out for you.”
I am not 100% sure that this tag had anything to do with this particular grave, but I will say that I have never again texted while driving. I also have never again experienced the same kind of presence that I felt on that day, or any other presence for that matter. That doesn’t mean it won’t happen again, though. I will forever wonder if perhaps this teenager prevented something awful from happening to me. If I hadn’t seen this sign that day, would I would have gotten into my vehicle to head home, texted someone, and been killed in a crash? Even though nothing happened to me, I feel grateful to this person, whoever it was, for putting that thought into my head and keeping me safe from myself.
I hope to one day feel the presence of another spirit, and pray that they’ll have something equally as important and life changing to teach me.