<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851</id><updated>2026-07-03T08:26:12.683-04:00</updated><category term="creepypasta"/><category term="mysteries"/><category term="experiences"/><category term="scary"/><category term="creatures"/><category term="creepy"/><category term="ghost"/><category term="ufos"/><category term="video"/><category term="evp"/><category term="games"/><category term="illuminati"/><category term="poem"/><category term="pokemon"/><category term="reviews"/><category term="silent hill"/><category term="stalker soc"/><category term="top 5"/><category term="vampire"/><category term="zombie"/><title type='text'>Horror Gaems - Creepypastas n&#39; Mysteries</title><subtitle type='html'>Horror, terror tales, myths, creatures, creepypasta and videogames too!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-5284529753085740021</id><published>2012-12-17T22:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T22:57:58.592-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creatures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mysteries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video"/><title type='text'>The Gable Film.</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, this mysterious footage surfaced and quickly made the internet rounds. For reasons unknown, it had been simply known as The Gable Film. Little else was known about its origins, other than the supposed fact that the 8mm film was discovered in an attic and purchased at an estate sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film you are about to watch is the complete, unedited version. I strongly recommend viewing the film throughout its entirety, from beginning to end. Pay attention to details, they will be important later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, an important new piece of evidence surfaced which, if true, may lead to solving the mystery of the Gable Film. Check out the video posted by YouTube user QuinlanOUR12. I feel obligated to post a note of warning here: if this new footage is indeed authentic, then it is extremely graphic and disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions remain. What was the creature that attacked the cameraman in the original Gable Film? And is the gruesome discovery in QuinlanOUR12&#39;s new footage linked to the original Gable Film???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film footage courtesy Mindstage Productions. Check out www.michigan-dogman.com for more information.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number, that was locked, and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman and proceeded to his room and going straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nest night, his curiousity struck him and wouldn&#39;t leave. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough the door with no number was locked, he then bent down and looked through the keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye, what he saw was a hotel bedroom, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, he almost knocked on the door, but decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This disclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and went back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the keyhole, this time, all he saw was redness. He couldn&#39;t make anything out of it besides a distinct, red colour, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, he decided to consult the woman at the fron desk for more information. She sighed and said, &quot;Did you loook through the keyhole?&quot; The man nodded and told her what he saw. Then she said, &quot;Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it..&quot; She then whispered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over.. Except for their eyes.. Which were red..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/263445999643144566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/11/hotel.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/263445999643144566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/263445999643144566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/11/hotel.html' title='Hotel.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-2828648938003798547</id><published>2012-10-31T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-10-31T02:00:07.980-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="illuminati"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mysteries"/><title type='text'>Is &quot;N***as In Paris&quot; Littered With Illuminati Images?</title><content type='html'>The video for “N***as In Paris” hit the internet moments ago and while the world tries to avoid having a seizure, some were busy counting how many Illuminati references in the four minute clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay-Z and Kanye can deny their membership in the secret society all they want, but we can still speculate. After reading about all of the Illuminati imagery theories in the comments of several posts, The Urban Daily wanted to highlight some of the supposed Illuminati images found in everyone’s favorite track from Watch The Throne. How many did you spot? Did we miss anything? Let us know in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason Symbol – Obviously, there’s no need to explain the Freemason symbol. It makes an appearance on more than once. Though Freemasonry isn’t directly associated with Illuminati, they wind up being grouped together in most instances. Jay and ‘Ye made sure the Freemason symbol was displayed. Lie and say it isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vitruvian Man- In the middle of the video, you can see a mirrored image of a lion’s head. On the surface, there isn’t much to talk about. However, you can see a figure similar to Leonardo da Vinci’s sketch, “The Vitruvian Man.” He was also speculated to be in the secret society. It might not be a direct reference, but if you’re in a secret organization, indirectly referencing something is the highest form of flattery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baphomet – If you’ve never heard of this, allow me to school you. Baphomet is a pagan deity which is popular in occultism and Satanism. The image often is mistaken as the devil, but in truth, it’s the representation of both male and female. The phrase “As above, so below” comes from Baphomet. the Throne try to disguise it as scene filler, but everything is strategically placed in music videos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;On January 25, 1959, the group reached Ivdel and took a truck north to Vizhai.&amp;nbsp; On January 29, one member of the team stayed behind due to illness and the remaining nine embarked on their quest to reach Otorten Mountain.&amp;nbsp; It was the last time any of them were seen alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 12, they were expected back in Vizhai.&amp;nbsp; Now overdue, a rescue team was assembled and began to trace the expedition&#39;s route through the Dyatlov Pass.&amp;nbsp; On the 26th, the rescuers came across the team&#39;s abandoned campsite.&amp;nbsp; It wa deserted and the tent was badly damaged as if something had ripped through it.&amp;nbsp; Oddly, it appeared not as if something had tried to get into the tent, but rather like someone had ripped their way out.&amp;nbsp; Tracks were found leading away from the camp and, 500 meters away, the found the first two hikers next to the remains of a campfire - both of them were dead, shoeless, and in only their underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the position of the first bodies, they found three more.&amp;nbsp; The positions of the corpses suggested that they were trying to return to the original camp, but succumbed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was two months later that the remaining four hikers were found further into the woods.&amp;nbsp; They were in a ravine under four meters of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, hikers dying on a dangerous expedition is not a great mystery, but as the officially inquest into the deaths began and the bodies were examined, it brought a mystery into the light that has not been fully explained in decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bodies discovered died of hypothermia.&amp;nbsp; It was discovered that one of the men had a crack in his skull, it it was hardly a fatal wound.&amp;nbsp; Since there were no obvious outward injuries to the other bodies, it was assumed that the same findings would be reached, but that was not the case.&amp;nbsp; As a matter of fact (although, as it was reported, there were no outward marks or injuries) one of the hikers had major skull injuries and two others were discovered to have suffered major chest injuries.&amp;nbsp; One of the doctors who conducted the investigation stated that the pressure to create that level of breakage would have to be caused by an enormous amount of pressure - like being hit by a car, but there were no wounds on the bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most shocking and disturbing discovery was that one of the dead hikers was missing her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The investigation concluded that everyone in the camp had left of their own accord, walking off into the snowy night while they slept, all of them in some state of undress.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Theories abounded that the camp had been attacked by the indigenous Mansi people, but that was dismissed as the bodies showed no wounds and the force needed to shatter the broken skulls and chests were so great they would not have been caused by human hands even with tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few more details left to uncover that propelled this case into infamy.&amp;nbsp; Forensic radiation tests were conducted and it was determined that radiation contamination was present on some of the clothing taken from the bodies.&amp;nbsp; Family members even reported that, at the victim&#39;s funerals, the bodies appeared to have a strange orange tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another group of hikers about 50 kilometers south of the incident reported that they saw strange orange spheres in the night sky to the north (likely in the direction of Kholat Syakhl) on the night of the incident. Similar &quot;spheres&quot; were observed in Ivdel and adjacent areas continually during the period of February to March 1959, by various independent witnesses (including the meteorology service and the military).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dyatlov Pass Incident continues to evoke a sense of eerie dread to those who investigate and study it and, whether you believe that the deaths were caused by aliens, an unlucky encounter with discarded Cold War ordinance, or simply poor judgment in dangerous conditions, this is one mystery that will continue to invite speculation far into the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;“If I had a chance to ask God just one question, it would be, ‘What really happened to my friends that night?’”&amp;nbsp; - Yudin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Rumors say that these suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear, since their ears are not fully developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the Lavender Tone, at least two-hundred children supposedly committed suicide, and many more developed illnesses and afflictions. The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights. Those who did not acted irrationally complained of severe headaches after listening to Lavender Town&#39;s theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Lavender Town now sounds differently depending on the game, this mass hysteria was caused by the first Pokémon game released. After the Lavender Tone incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town&#39;s theme music to be at a lower frequency, and since children were no longer affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One video appeared in 2010 using ”special software&quot; to analyze the audio of Lavender Town&#39;s music. When played, the software created images of the Unown near the end of the audio. This raised a controversy, since the Unown didn&#39;t appear until the Generation 2 games: Silver, Gold, and Crystal. The Unown translate to &quot;LEAVE NOW&quot;. There is also the said Beta Version of Lavender Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the Beta Version of Pocket Monsters was released to some kids to test the games. This is the video of the Beta Version of Lavender Town:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;oldie, but goldie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/3717477239603676130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/10/pokemon-lavender-town-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/3717477239603676130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/3717477239603676130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/10/pokemon-lavender-town-syndrome.html' title='Pokémon Lavender Town Syndrome'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-7591698757531845578</id><published>2012-10-04T17:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-10-04T17:43:36.342-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>Trauma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwtGTJHZXp2xpy-NplTDTsbghC7bG01y9amJMxftEyCUXianwARGohb6g9YGA8t3x8MZgmW576z7KdZmbYZ-kEaqwSsoxp4CluJJOUswrgPW4HuZY-wXKY2qh4uVA9VZs-aFtdJ1WV6wK/s1600/ghost+bathroom.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;231&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwtGTJHZXp2xpy-NplTDTsbghC7bG01y9amJMxftEyCUXianwARGohb6g9YGA8t3x8MZgmW576z7KdZmbYZ-kEaqwSsoxp4CluJJOUswrgPW4HuZY-wXKY2qh4uVA9VZs-aFtdJ1WV6wK/s320/ghost+bathroom.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since you were a child, you were terribly afraid of your bathroom. You don’t know why, but, whenever you would see your bathroom door during nighttime, you would be invaded by an overwhelming sensation of unease. You developed a habit out of locking your bathroom’s door before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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You would never rest at ease until you closed and locked the door, and whispered to yourself:&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s locked.”&lt;br /&gt;
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You never understood your own fears and, as you grew up, though you still felt them, you began trying to overcome them, or at least ignore them as best as you could. Although the feeling lingers, you become bolder and bolder, and feel as if you could forget all about this seemingly unreasonable child trauma.&lt;br /&gt;
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You then decide to stop locking the door. Rolling around in bed, you try to muster up the willpower necessary not to look or think about the unsettling door. With some struggle, you finally fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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You suddenly wake up in the middle of the night. The first thing you realise is that you are not in bed anymore. You lie in a hard and cold tile floor, surrounded by nothing but darkness and silence. You try to feel around yourself, when your hand touches a bathtub. Your bathtub. You freeze. Your heart starts pacing while, in panic, you try to hear any sound indicating the presence of anything else in that bathroom. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your own panicked breath, and the thought that something could hear your breathing instead only deepens your despair. Barely being able to hold yourself together, you rush for the door, as fast as you can. As you try to turn the handle, you realize your mistake. Your heart stops.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s locked.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, you hear someone else’s breathing coming from behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/7591698757531845578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/10/trauma.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/7591698757531845578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/7591698757531845578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/10/trauma.html' title='Trauma.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwtGTJHZXp2xpy-NplTDTsbghC7bG01y9amJMxftEyCUXianwARGohb6g9YGA8t3x8MZgmW576z7KdZmbYZ-kEaqwSsoxp4CluJJOUswrgPW4HuZY-wXKY2qh4uVA9VZs-aFtdJ1WV6wK/s72-c/ghost+bathroom.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-473953869548496434</id><published>2012-09-24T01:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-24T01:47:05.366-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary"/><title type='text'>Will You Sleep Tonight?</title><content type='html'>My name is often whispered, my memory abhorred,&lt;br /&gt;
My touch brings out the blisters, my skin is cracked and torn.&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes are small and heartless, just circles black as soot.&lt;br /&gt;
They blend into the darkness, for fear I’d wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I lurk beneath the shadows, forever out of sight – &amp;nbsp;Am I a distant memory, or will you sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
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I can’t keep in the giggles, I gently stroke your cheek.&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind blocks out my presence,&lt;br /&gt;
above you while you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
There’s nothing left between us,&lt;br /&gt;
I feel your beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Beside myself with bloodlust,&lt;br /&gt;
Where will I leave my mark?&lt;br /&gt;
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I know you won’t forget me, but try hard as you might – Am I a distant memory, or will you sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I’m in no hurry, my fingers pierce your flesh.&lt;br /&gt;
Your screams cut through the silence,&lt;br /&gt;
but you have no time left.&lt;br /&gt;
You soon cry out for mercy, then death as relief.&lt;br /&gt;
I cackle til’ I leave you, a pile of broken meat.&lt;br /&gt;
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There’s nothing left to save you, all love will fall to spite – Am I a distant memory, or will you sleep tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
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My tongue mops up your fluids, I slowly lick my fangs.&lt;br /&gt;
My specter borne of hellflame, of which the angels sang.&lt;br /&gt;
I count them in their thousands, the years to empty years.&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll burn your soul to ashes- It’s pointless to feel fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now if you plan to sleep my friend, at least leave on the light – Beware of distant memories, I Always Work At Night…</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/473953869548496434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/will-you-sleep-tonight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/473953869548496434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/473953869548496434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/will-you-sleep-tonight.html' title='Will You Sleep Tonight?'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-5342658774879236414</id><published>2012-09-19T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-19T16:16:47.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia The Dark Descent giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Would you like to win a steam key for this two &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; games? Do you have a twitter account? Then you just have to use the hashtag &lt;b&gt;#IWannaWinAmnesia&lt;/b&gt; and you are automatically participating!&lt;br /&gt;
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And don&#39;t forget to follow this page on twitter &lt;a href=&quot;https://twitter.com/horrorgaems&quot;&gt;@horrorgaems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Deadline: &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;September 30th 2012 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Requeriments:&lt;br /&gt;
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Having a twitter account. &lt;br /&gt;
Having a &lt;a href=&quot;http://store.steampowered.com/&quot;&gt;steam&lt;/a&gt; account and client in order to recieve the key.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/5342658774879236414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/amnesia-dark-descent-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/5342658774879236414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/5342658774879236414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/amnesia-dark-descent-giveaway.html' title='Amnesia The Dark Descent giveaway!'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnwjZFcm_eRWYMjHBn92_ptdJMwIq-MTgjj83z8K6si6YGO6tU1KHRCo1Uglg42xabS7ChP1f5p_UO46uhb-4W3HQJYBgWJxjY1uo40Bn-kEBHQQ4BbHGq350WI_q0WdI-MK-oGyVO42Pn/s72-c/iwannawinamnesia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-4173844635925634427</id><published>2012-09-15T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-24T16:05:38.780-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>The mistake.</title><content type='html'>You’ve made a lot of them. But you’ve always managed to escape the consequences so far. You know that flash out of the corner of your eye, like picking up some peripheral movement just out of sight, and then you turn your head and there’s nothing there? That was one of the times you’ve made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
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That creeping, unsettling feeling that you’re being watched, that there is something dark and sinister near that can see you? That’s a warning tens of thousands of years of instinct has driven into your body that you’re about to make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVExcmDKLCpaSAbHua_lgXuKE_iGCb9aXHAF8d-oIYy3egiZfLui0VLYky3nDrdrsqnkwrOLIzWaJRdNpERkqnMQYZpTb_Pz_o-E2onU-AMgGB3sWgE4HYSk-RmOR0ydpTYuePr_mG3GwS/s1600/09hoax-black-ghost.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVExcmDKLCpaSAbHua_lgXuKE_iGCb9aXHAF8d-oIYy3egiZfLui0VLYky3nDrdrsqnkwrOLIzWaJRdNpERkqnMQYZpTb_Pz_o-E2onU-AMgGB3sWgE4HYSk-RmOR0ydpTYuePr_mG3GwS/s320/09hoax-black-ghost.jpg&quot; width=&quot;238&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that unexplained bruise, that fresh cut you can’t remember receiving, those times you wake up sweating, screaming, and breathing like you’d just run a marathon and can’t remember why? Those are the times when they almost got you.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are they? Well, it’s hard to describe. Imagine trying to explain ‘red’ to a blind man. You can’t really explain it, you just have to experience it for yourself. And you really don’t want to experience this. I can tell you that you are just one thing to them: food. And they can keep you alive for quite a long time while they eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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You’ve probably heard at least one unexplained sound while reading this. Maybe it’s nothing. But sometimes it’s one of them trying to break through, to find you. But they won’t, not unless you make a mistake. When you make a mistake, it’s like dangling a piece of meat in front of a pack of hungry dogs and then yanking it away again. Sometimes they don’t react quick enough. Sometimes they do. There are so many unsolved disappearances over the centuries, it’s hard to tell how many were victims of their own kind, and how many simply made one too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, it’s when people are most worried about making mistakes that they tend to mess up the most. What mistakes are there to make? If I told you that, you’d just make sure you didn’t do them anymore. And that would be a shame.&lt;br /&gt;
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We almost got you last time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;source: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.creepypasta.com/mistakes/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/4173844635925634427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-mistake.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/4173844635925634427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/4173844635925634427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-mistake.html' title='The mistake.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVExcmDKLCpaSAbHua_lgXuKE_iGCb9aXHAF8d-oIYy3egiZfLui0VLYky3nDrdrsqnkwrOLIzWaJRdNpERkqnMQYZpTb_Pz_o-E2onU-AMgGB3sWgE4HYSk-RmOR0ydpTYuePr_mG3GwS/s72-c/09hoax-black-ghost.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-3744747982111798894</id><published>2012-08-26T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-14T00:29:50.078-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>Some Things Should Just Be.</title><content type='html'>It was an atrocious act, but it worked. And just like everything else in this world, there was a consequence. This act worked, but not in the way that they wanted it to. They did not take any physical forms. They could talk, but would not be heard. They could touch, but could not be felt. They can see but cannot be seen, even if they were right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwific_ybC37nH4ELP6TzCaouWtS8LQakMTFhjt0y2hxPkOQb9XmGnrghUG82a_TDQDjmzQQVNYNuefLAtVG9yJZbzUvxoC7ve54v2IGkxTZMd0BPCTKvQ8K8Q7YFhF0vfmKLa96fitV-h/s1600/caergwrle_bridge_300x400.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwific_ybC37nH4ELP6TzCaouWtS8LQakMTFhjt0y2hxPkOQb9XmGnrghUG82a_TDQDjmzQQVNYNuefLAtVG9yJZbzUvxoC7ve54v2IGkxTZMd0BPCTKvQ8K8Q7YFhF0vfmKLa96fitV-h/s320/caergwrle_bridge_300x400.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many visited loved ones. But due to the consequences, they were ignored. Many have gone mad, some fell into depression, and some tried to commit suicide. But you can not kill something that is already dead. Now they walk our world. Walking forever in a world of no communication.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, no one saw them. Ignored by the world they used to live in. But just like animals, humans adapted to their world through evolution. Soon, we started noticing them. We’d say it was just nothing. Thinking it was just our imagination. Generations passed and we progressed, subconsciously developing our skills to see them. And they have noticed. They’ve started doing what they can to catch our attention. Giving us chills, whispering something in our ears, in hopes that we at least acknowledge them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Soon, we have come to call them “Ghosts”. Most feared them, some were fascinated, and few were willing to make contact. The ones who were willing were gifted at birth, as if destiny knew that they would communicate. We gave them the name “Mediums”.&lt;br /&gt;
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They communicated with the dead, but it has been hundreds of years since they first appeared. Only a few were so willing to communicate peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t forget, they were humans once, too. And just like us, they have adapted and evolved.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/3744747982111798894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-things-should-just-be.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/3744747982111798894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/3744747982111798894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/08/some-things-should-just-be.html' title='Some Things Should Just Be.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwific_ybC37nH4ELP6TzCaouWtS8LQakMTFhjt0y2hxPkOQb9XmGnrghUG82a_TDQDjmzQQVNYNuefLAtVG9yJZbzUvxoC7ve54v2IGkxTZMd0BPCTKvQ8K8Q7YFhF0vfmKLa96fitV-h/s72-c/caergwrle_bridge_300x400.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-8728593091321031763</id><published>2012-07-15T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-15T19:58:37.593-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>Sleep Tight</title><content type='html'>In the fall of 2011, a man hung himself in a bottling factory of a popular over the counter sleep aide company just outside Chicago. The man worked as a quality control manager and had just been laid off to save the company money. In the morning, the cleaning crew found him swaying in the breeze from the air conditioning system with a note in his breast pocket that read “sleep tight.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the next few months a string of strange deaths were associated with areas where the sleep aides from the factory were shipped. Seemingly healthy people had died in their sleep from apparent strangulation. All the victims had severe bruising on their throats. Oddly, police were unable to ascertain how the murderer entered the victim’s home or a possible motive for the murder. Further, vivid reports began coming in from people who had taken the pills but not died.&lt;br /&gt;
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One lady reported taking the pill and right before she fell asleep she opened her eyes and a bald, middle aged, man wearing a short sleeved white collared shirt was hovering just above her face. She closed her eyes hoping the man would disappear but when she opened her eyes he was there, inches from her face. She even recalls feeling the man’s breathing on her forehead. He then began strangling her. Luckily for her, her husband noticed her gasping for air in her sleep and quickly woke her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another man recalls falling asleep after taking the pill. He awoke to the figure of a man swaying in the corner of his room. He turned on the light next to his bed and saw the man with better accuracy. He was a bald, middle aged, man wearing a short sleeved white collared shirt. The bald man then removed the noose from his neck and reportedly floated towards the man attempting to strangle him. Again it was the man’s spouse who woke him. He awoke gasping for air in shear terror.&lt;br /&gt;
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The FDA did a full investigation and found no evidence of tampering. Even after a recall of the pills and a public awareness campaign warning of possible tampering, the deaths and reports of the bald man didn’t stop. It was only when the company shut down the factory that the deaths and reports decreased. It is unknown how many deaths were the result of the apparent tampering or how many of the pills from the factory are still sitting in cabinets across the country.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;-Credited to Zsimoni&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/8728593091321031763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/07/sleep-tight.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/8728593091321031763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/8728593091321031763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/07/sleep-tight.html' title='Sleep Tight'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-6625510126746298996</id><published>2012-07-09T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-07-09T22:04:31.613-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>You Are My Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>The memories I have with my Grandmother are very fond. She used to live with my parents and me when I was about six and stayed with us until I went to college.&lt;br /&gt;
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She raised me on many wonderful things such as spontaneous trips to the Natural History Museum, how to pick out flowers for ever occasion and even her own mother’s secret recipe for the perfectly fluffy blueberry pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every Sunday she would let me sleep in, but I would always wake up when I smelled those pancakes and heard her singing “You are my Sunshine”. She would always come into my room with a short stack and we’d share them before heading off to late-morning service, and then we would spend the day together.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday has always been our day.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, it’s my first Sunday back home after graduation and I can smell those pancakes and I can hear her singing in her worn and raspy southern accent just faintly.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only problem is, my Grandmother died two weeks after I left for school.&lt;br /&gt;
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And her singing is getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, this is one of the most weird material I&#39;ve ever seen, call whatever you want... art expression, viral... but no one is indiferent to the music and atmosphere of this video.&lt;br /&gt;
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1)the black widows in the backgrown (pure black you can&#39;t see nothing)&lt;br /&gt;
2)the size of the manequin---&amp;gt;too tall for the house&lt;br /&gt;
3) the 70&quot; looking room&lt;br /&gt;
4)the feminin face of the manequin on a manly looking body&lt;br /&gt;
5)the music﻿ played is very harsh+ the robotic voice&lt;br /&gt;
6)the angle shots&lt;br /&gt;
7)the quality of the camera wich is 98&quot; like&lt;br /&gt;
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Bulgarian archaeologists say they have unearthed centuries-old skeletons pinned down through their chests with iron rods – a practice believed to stop the dead from becoming vampires to feast on the blood of the living.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to Bozhidar Dimitrov, head of the National History Museum in the Bulgarian capital, Sofia, two skeletons from the Middle Ages were found in such a state last weekend near the Black Sea town of Sozopol. He said Tuesday that corpses were regularly treated in such a way before being buried in some parts of Bulgaria, even until the beginning of the last century.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNzFxIil_8p6FnMOsPZxrOkLEKvi1Ic7sVVHKv7e5t9rj042D-JVdhBnD5pQ4u6MvOMMmRGoHyO7IsB2g4nk5r8Y_D2FSUDdKqWdGf2DUJQQRuJ9dypZQGGh4TFuN6pLLVHplZvLONccL/s1600/zombiemiami.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNzFxIil_8p6FnMOsPZxrOkLEKvi1Ic7sVVHKv7e5t9rj042D-JVdhBnD5pQ4u6MvOMMmRGoHyO7IsB2g4nk5r8Y_D2FSUDdKqWdGf2DUJQQRuJ9dypZQGGh4TFuN6pLLVHplZvLONccL/s200/zombiemiami.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A man attacked another man in Miami, he bit off his face and wouldn&#39;t respond when spoken to, and later when shot.The man took 6 shots to be killed, all the while he continued eating the man&#39;s face.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people are saying zombies, others are saying PCP.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;The original article that sparked all this is here:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://on.msnbc.com/L449K0&quot;&gt;http://on.msnbc.com/L449K0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;The link to the only archived thread is here:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://chanarchive.org/4chan/x/46799&quot;&gt;http://bit.ly/Lz1UNV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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People are also monitoring the Miami police radio for any hints at anything out of the ordinary.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Police radio:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.radioreference.com/apps/audio/?action=wp&amp;amp;feedId=2964&quot;&gt;http://www.radioreference.com/apps/audio/?action=wp&amp;amp;feedId=2964&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;To help you understand the radio:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://melsgarage.com/MIAMI.htm&quot;&gt;http://melsgarage.com/MIAMI.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/2997406937531526032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/police-shoot-naked-man-chewing-on.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/2997406937531526032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/2997406937531526032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/police-shoot-naked-man-chewing-on.html' title='Police shoot naked man chewing on victim&#39;s face. Links + more info.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNzFxIil_8p6FnMOsPZxrOkLEKvi1Ic7sVVHKv7e5t9rj042D-JVdhBnD5pQ4u6MvOMMmRGoHyO7IsB2g4nk5r8Y_D2FSUDdKqWdGf2DUJQQRuJ9dypZQGGh4TFuN6pLLVHplZvLONccL/s72-c/zombiemiami.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-1886529825870579287</id><published>2012-05-22T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T21:54:13.211-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>Sam.</title><content type='html'>I am Sam.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have reached the gates of Hell. I entered without fear. I met the 
Lord of All Evil, and we made a deal. I got back to Earth, with a task.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have to kill 665 people before I die. If I do so, I will spend 
eternity as a Demon King in Hell, with my own Legion to command. Of 
course, I’m very delighted by that perspective…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is one condition, though: I cannot just kill random people. 
There is a trigger: if they hear one simple incantation involving my 
name, they are eligible to be my target. I managed to make my job 
easier, putting this spell into a book, a famous one, so that many 
people will probably hear it. I am very smart, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
So, after you hear the deadly sentence, I will know you. And, when 
you are least expecting, you’ll see my shadow out the corner of your 
eyes. And when you turn your head to see what that was… it will be too 
late.&lt;br /&gt;
I will be waiting untill you hear my name again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sam I am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/1886529825870579287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/sam.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/1886529825870579287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/1886529825870579287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/sam.html' title='Sam.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-8209513355301993930</id><published>2012-05-16T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T22:01:27.760-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>House Of Mirrors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEXEKJfx1FnN9AlDy1sU8MOKJzRSjyKF9K50VRsZ8CuFX-ijLF2Art3wsBFJNweQFNKDfZInxL5Q7Nu08Pwl71_6dh3u4_Rk0O708Jvfgt07pmmmUUsyrcGA-2dtB3UZUPwTkmwD3SMAP/s1600/haunted+mirror+of+ghosts+real+scary+ghost+mirrror.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;244&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEXEKJfx1FnN9AlDy1sU8MOKJzRSjyKF9K50VRsZ8CuFX-ijLF2Art3wsBFJNweQFNKDfZInxL5Q7Nu08Pwl71_6dh3u4_Rk0O708Jvfgt07pmmmUUsyrcGA-2dtB3UZUPwTkmwD3SMAP/s320/haunted+mirror+of+ghosts+real+scary+ghost+mirrror.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the heart of Washington, there’s a house that used to be owned by a family of five. Nobody really knows what happened to them. Their neighbors at the time say that there were no signs of weirdness or fear in the family. The common testimony is that one day there was nothing wrong. The night that followed, there were very loud noises coming from the house, and although people in the area came to investigate what was keeping them up, the windows were blocked by millions of post-it notes, and the windows would not break. The following day, the house was empty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody has lived in that house since. But people have gone inside. In every bedroom, there is a mirror facing the corner of the room. If you turn it around, it won’t show your reflection. The area you’ll be standing in will be empty. They say that on the rare occasion, you’ll see the person who used to sleep in that room, mutilated and bandaged from head to toe. If you turn around with your eyes open… All they know is that you don’t exist afterwards.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/8209513355301993930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/house-of-mirrors.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/8209513355301993930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/8209513355301993930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/house-of-mirrors.html' title='House Of Mirrors.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEXEKJfx1FnN9AlDy1sU8MOKJzRSjyKF9K50VRsZ8CuFX-ijLF2Art3wsBFJNweQFNKDfZInxL5Q7Nu08Pwl71_6dh3u4_Rk0O708Jvfgt07pmmmUUsyrcGA-2dtB3UZUPwTkmwD3SMAP/s72-c/haunted+mirror+of+ghosts+real+scary+ghost+mirrror.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-758036075565293895</id><published>2012-05-14T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T01:34:10.093-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mysteries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="top 5"/><title type='text'>Top 5 creepy Mysteries: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2x7acrOI7kQoWLsMyP2BzayqRNGbsFNDRdtsUH_Jcf954-0Pas2T_MEK8hjhyjW3NTxcIOjb7SSVMNwe0AeDN_bI07zFrgvQKdLIsIuOnQGp5P-zPvPFqH-EyyVel-dxjmdcpXo2QC1-/s1600/3137.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2x7acrOI7kQoWLsMyP2BzayqRNGbsFNDRdtsUH_Jcf954-0Pas2T_MEK8hjhyjW3NTxcIOjb7SSVMNwe0AeDN_bI07zFrgvQKdLIsIuOnQGp5P-zPvPFqH-EyyVel-dxjmdcpXo2QC1-/s320/3137.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;#Chupas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chupas are mysterious objects, or UFOs, allegedly seen by night in the eastern forests of (mainly) Brazil. They are described as smaller, metallic-like objects that fly about the treetops, making a humming sound like a refrigerator or a transformer. Since most people in the area are poor, they often go out during the night to hunt food, such as deer. To do this, they climb up in trees to await their prey. It is often during this period of waiting that hunters claim to spot the chupas. When seen, chupas are claimed to emit a bright white light. Instead of being “just unidentified objects” or lights, they are alleged to be lethal. In some cases, people claim to have been hunted by them. It is claimed that this often results in all kinds of pain for days (sometimes years) after their experience. It has also been claimed that some people have even died from the alleged lethal beams emitted by the chupas, and that some hunters have tried to shoot at the chupas, with no effect.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the crew and officers of the Ourang Medan were dead, their eyes open, faces looking towards the sun, arms outstretched and a look of terror on their faces. Even the ship’s dog was dead, found snarling at some unseen enemy. When nearing the bodies in the boiler room, the rescue crew felt a chill, though the temperature was near 110°F. The decision was made to tow the ship back to port, but before they could get underway, smoke began rolling up from the hull. The rescue crew left the ship and barely had time to cut the tow lines before the Ourang Medan exploded and sank.&lt;br /&gt;
To this day, the exact fate of the Ourang Medan and her crew remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;#Devil&#39;s footprints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;On the night of 8–9 February, 1855, and one or two later nights, after a light snowfall, a series of hoof-like marks appeared in the snow. These footprints, measuring 1.5 to 2.5 inches wide and eight inches apart, continued throughout the countryside for a total of over 100 miles, and, although veering at various points, for the greater part of their course followed straight lines. Houses, rivers, haystacks and other obstacles were traveled straight over, and footprints appeared on the tops of snow-covered roofs and high walls which lay in the footprints’ path, as well as leading up to and exiting various drain pipes of as small as a four inch diameter. There were also attendant rumors about sightings of a “devil-like figure” in the Devon area during the scare. Many townspeople armed themselves and attempted to track down the beast responsible, without success. Recently, on the night of March 12, 2009, more strange marks, corresponding to those left in 1855, were found again in Devon – these new footprints are shown above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Felicia Felix-Mentor reportedly died in 1907, after a sudden illness of the type that Haitian belief finds to be characteristic of a person marked to be made into a zombie. In 1936, a woman (either nude or in ragged clothing, depending on the source) was found wandering the streets, and made her way to a farm which she claimed belonged to her father. The owners identified the woman as Felicia Felix-Mentor, long thought dead, and Felix-Mentor’s husband also confirmed this. Due to her poor health, she was sent to a government hospital. A doctor who interviewed her described her behavior: &quot;Her occasional outbursts of laughter were devoid of emotion, and very frequently she spoke of herself in either the first or the third person without any sense of discrimination. She had lost all sense of time and was quite indifferent to the world of things around her.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More info can be found here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oregonvortex.com/&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;http://www.oregonvortex.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On Friday night, Stacey and her group set up their equipment – audio recorders, video recorders and other electronics – and settled in, hoping to document some evidence for the haunting the owners had claimed. Most investigations are relatively quiet, but this night was filled with paranormal activity, including muffled voices of unknown origin, footsteps from unseen bodies and more. Members of the group I spoke with confirmed that it was the most active haunting they had personally experienced.&lt;br /&gt;
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The real shocker came the next day. On Saturday afternoon at about 3 p.m., two female CNYGH investigators and a member of the owner’s family (also a female) sat on the staircase of the hotel with a digital voice recorder, intending to capture some EVP. They chose the stairway because they had heard soft conversations and footsteps on the floor above, although no one was up there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It may well be the most intense, frightening EVP ever recorded.&lt;/i&gt;
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Listen the EVP HERE:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=298xowhj7mA&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=298xowhj7mA&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;read more about this article&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://paranormalx.net/?p=386&quot;&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/7758944344659357658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/most-horrific-evp-ever-recorded.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/7758944344659357658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/7758944344659357658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/05/most-horrific-evp-ever-recorded.html' title='The Most Horrific EVP Ever Recorded.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoZUqObnA8pCXyqmaR9lW1cUSBdpeDT_pZrEsyOPfNo_CeAESrBTl69hAc2tOCXkEVsr02ftVU-IC86xzsElJx9oaVJF-4lhaos-vO0EwKybBw4AqAY_tEeCepLztHK_Q2r50xUhyur2S/s72-c/horrific_evp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-4260865121578096192</id><published>2012-04-30T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-30T23:59:13.148-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost"/><title type='text'>Great-grandma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaX1wqIVu7c5JbvvTQUSM1zD2ATD0TgdgDK08uUtwiKM_Mu2NrkGmuvUs-MpEiHAsEThoIyIqbmaoefT31x9hoX775096sRqBzmpfi3MrGIr9KmodT_2QBVtyHdsAgmu46tO6G5YcMvRjL/s1600/old-lady-ghost.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaX1wqIVu7c5JbvvTQUSM1zD2ATD0TgdgDK08uUtwiKM_Mu2NrkGmuvUs-MpEiHAsEThoIyIqbmaoefT31x9hoX775096sRqBzmpfi3MrGIr9KmodT_2QBVtyHdsAgmu46tO6G5YcMvRjL/s200/old-lady-ghost.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My great-grandmother was very close to my mom and was apparently an incredible woman. She died before I was born, but my mom tells us a lot of stories about her. From the time my little sister was born, she&#39;s had a very strong resemblance to old pictures of my great-grandma and her whole side of the family. Once, when my sister was a baby just beginning to learn to speak, my mom was holding my sister on her lap, talking and playing with her. My sister reached up and took my mother&#39;s face in her hands (like my great-grandmother used to do to my mom when she was alive), looked her in the eye, and very clearly said, &quot;You always were such a beautiful baby.&quot; My mother was shocked, but my sister, who was not yet speaking in full sentences, had gone back to making her typical baby sounds.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mom told this story at dinner when my sister was about six or seven. This was the first time my sister ever heard the story, and she was a little freaked out. As soon as my mom finished telling the story though, my sister&#39;s eye twitched, as if she were winking.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/4260865121578096192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/great-grandma.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/4260865121578096192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/4260865121578096192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/great-grandma.html' title='Great-grandma.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaX1wqIVu7c5JbvvTQUSM1zD2ATD0TgdgDK08uUtwiKM_Mu2NrkGmuvUs-MpEiHAsEThoIyIqbmaoefT31x9hoX775096sRqBzmpfi3MrGIr9KmodT_2QBVtyHdsAgmu46tO6G5YcMvRjL/s72-c/old-lady-ghost.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-2769040460536319251</id><published>2012-04-27T22:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T22:24:25.536-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creatures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mysteries"/><title type='text'>DC: Washington&#39;s Demon Cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDBh7qr_HtEMLgpwTzrQ7btl5v8d_D89C7bfrDYmfoUXBoK6Nq2U8gBAVx99S-1vFT_rXEjeXsDkzrggasj7vSRrcDowO_RkiPpV32O2uauTLv6pKc_l50XgHivQ4d6jaSTBSisRFbxR4/s1600/demon+cat.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;172&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDBh7qr_HtEMLgpwTzrQ7btl5v8d_D89C7bfrDYmfoUXBoK6Nq2U8gBAVx99S-1vFT_rXEjeXsDkzrggasj7vSRrcDowO_RkiPpV32O2uauTLv6pKc_l50XgHivQ4d6jaSTBSisRFbxR4/s200/demon+cat.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something the government has been mum on for the last few hundred years is a demon living in the sublevels of the US Capitol Building. &amp;nbsp;This demon has spooked security, baffled witnesses, and... horrifically enough... is an omen of terrible tragedy for America or a change in office.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, there is precious little information about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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The demon comes in the form of a black cat. &amp;nbsp;When sighted, the animal appears to be a normal stray cat but when it approaches, it&#39;s said to have glowing eyes and grows larger to the size of a lion or bear. &amp;nbsp;Security guards have even been said to have shot at the cat only to discover that they are shooting at an empty hallway. &amp;nbsp;The demon cat vanishes without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;
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The story of the demon cat, nicknamed &quot;DC&quot; by Capitol employees, begins shortly after the capitol building was completed. &amp;nbsp;Washington DC had something of a rat problem and cats were brought into the building to get rid of them. &amp;nbsp;As the rat problem was taken care of, the cats either wandered off or were adopted by people who worked there... but apparently, one remained.&lt;br /&gt;
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DC has been seen periodically throughout the last 200 years. &amp;nbsp;Reportedly, he was spotted before the assassination of Lincoln and Garfield, before the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the death of Roosevelt, the assassination of Kennedy, the attempted assassination of Regan, and there was even an account of the cat being spotted the night of September 10th, 2001.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether real or the result of years of tall tales we cannot say, but if you ever find yourself in the Capitol Rotunda during a tour, take a look at the floor near the old entrance to the Senate Hall. &amp;nbsp;One thing that you cannot deny is the set of cat prints across the stone floor said to be made by the US Capitol&#39;s demon cat.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/2769040460536319251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/dc-washingtons-demon-cat.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/2769040460536319251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/2769040460536319251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/dc-washingtons-demon-cat.html' title='DC: Washington&#39;s Demon Cat.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDBh7qr_HtEMLgpwTzrQ7btl5v8d_D89C7bfrDYmfoUXBoK6Nq2U8gBAVx99S-1vFT_rXEjeXsDkzrggasj7vSRrcDowO_RkiPpV32O2uauTLv6pKc_l50XgHivQ4d6jaSTBSisRFbxR4/s72-c/demon+cat.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-1727104122704632912</id><published>2012-04-25T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T22:27:17.943-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary"/><title type='text'>Tourist Trap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxkfJEm70bCqvHfML0KchwsVwmlsFS8vM_moUv2RLI4I4xgpB8zaOEXprtCrQ1c0eOweDbbTCQPOKa3aPIoSKyaKkOqy6AMiYTxCrlYoyLmJieVgNBPJ2gmYYreSc2EVqqzaY_dlEdyZ/s1600/tunnel_train_gallery.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxkfJEm70bCqvHfML0KchwsVwmlsFS8vM_moUv2RLI4I4xgpB8zaOEXprtCrQ1c0eOweDbbTCQPOKa3aPIoSKyaKkOqy6AMiYTxCrlYoyLmJieVgNBPJ2gmYYreSc2EVqqzaY_dlEdyZ/s200/tunnel_train_gallery.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town’s gathering place for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots™ ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;
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But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet), and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor wire at the family’s farm.&lt;br /&gt;
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The park was closed, and the town’s popularity as a tourist town plummeted.&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last ten seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/feeds/1727104122704632912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/tourist-trap.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/1727104122704632912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1253724453936364851/posts/default/1727104122704632912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horrorgaems.blogspot.com/2012/04/tourist-trap.html' title='Tourist Trap.'/><author><name>The HorrorGames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11818489802673369472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qAH-88gRhU1BekEVewm1LUPrUWp5tJ31qZu2oZeCtGypZWIzwKCEJA6LxafSDL9lm2OiFGCN9G2_rueQy2jFQQEDp2-XIpXIYfD1QVUw2xdOPjK_WDrIYjcwDuUuzQ/s220/Untitled-1_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxkfJEm70bCqvHfML0KchwsVwmlsFS8vM_moUv2RLI4I4xgpB8zaOEXprtCrQ1c0eOweDbbTCQPOKa3aPIoSKyaKkOqy6AMiYTxCrlYoyLmJieVgNBPJ2gmYYreSc2EVqqzaY_dlEdyZ/s72-c/tunnel_train_gallery.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1253724453936364851.post-1861835972976089705</id><published>2012-04-23T21:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T21:02:18.734-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creepypasta"/><title type='text'>The Licked Hand.</title><content type='html'>A young girl named Lisa was left alone on several accounts as her parents worked late. Her parents bought her a dog to keep her company. One night Lisa was awoken by a constant dripping sound. She got up and went to the kitchen to turn off the tap properly. As she was getting back into the bed she stuck her hand under the bed and the dog licked it. The dripping sound continued, so she went to the bathroom and turned off the tap properly in there, too. She went back to her bedroom and stuck her hand under the bed, and the dog licked it again. But the dripping continued, so she went outside and turned off the taps out there. She came back to bed, stuck her hand under it, and the dog licked it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dripping continued, &lt;i&gt;drip, drip, drip&lt;/i&gt;. This time she listened and located the source of the dripping — it was coming from her cupboard. She opened the cupboard door, and there was her dog hanging upside down with its neck cut, and written on the window on the inside of the cupboard was, &quot;HUMANS CAN LICK TOO!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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