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The Closet That Never Stayed Shut

"Mom, why does the closet door keep opening by itself?"

Ella's voice trembled as she stared at the dark gap in the old closet. Her mom brushed it off as a loose hinge, but Ella knew better. Every night, just as she drifted off to sleep, she’d hear the faint creak of the door opening, followed by soft, raspy breaths.

Last night, she decided to confront her fear. Gripping a flashlight, she crept toward the closet. Her heart pounded as she flung the door open.

Empty.

She exhaled, relieved—until she noticed the claw marks on the inside of the door. They weren’t there before.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind her. Ella screamed, but no one came. The closet stayed silent.

The next morning, her mom called for her, but the bed was empty. All that remained was the closet door, swinging slightly, and faint, raspy breathing from within.

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The Ghost in the Mirror Shaina Tranquilino September 10, 2024

Detective James Harlan had seen his fair share of strange cases, but nothing could have prepared him for the mirror. It was a cold, gray evening when he first encountered it. The sky threatened rain, and the shadows of the city loomed long and distorted as Harlan stood in front of the old curiosity shop on the corner of Willow Street. The store was set to be demolished the following week, its last few days spent selling off an assortment of peculiar antiques and oddities.

Harlan wasn't one for curiosities, but something had drawn him inside—an invisible pull that led him through the cluttered aisles to the back of the store, where an ornate, dusty mirror stood propped against the wall. The mirror’s frame was heavy and intricately carved, dark wood curling into what seemed like a thousand twisted faces, each one more grotesque than the last.

The shopkeeper, a frail old man with sunken eyes and trembling hands, had appeared beside him as if summoned by his curiosity.

"Ah, the mirror," the shopkeeper rasped, his voice a mere whisper of sound. "You're the first person to show any interest in it. Most people avoid it… say it gives them the creeps."

Harlan, skeptical but intrigued, asked, "What's the story behind it?"

The old man hesitated, his eyes narrowing as he studied the detective’s face. "They say it’s cursed, haunted by a restless spirit. It belonged to a woman who… who was murdered many years ago. They say if you look into it long enough, you can see the past… see things that shouldn’t be seen."

Despite the chill creeping up his spine, Harlan found himself drawn to the mirror. It was as if it had a voice of its own, whispering to him, beckoning him to look deeper, to see what lay beyond the surface.

The shopkeeper’s bony hand gripped Harlan’s arm, his voice a desperate warning. "Take it if you must, but know this: the mirror demands a price. It will give you what you seek, but it will take something in return."

Harlan, always one to dismiss superstition, paid the old man and took the mirror with him. He told himself it was just a peculiar antique, nothing more. A piece of history to decorate his apartment.

But as soon as he hung the mirror on the wall of his living room, strange things began to happen.

At first, it was subtle—a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, a faint whisper on the edge of his hearing. But as the days passed, the visions became clearer, more intense.

One night, as he sat alone with a glass of whiskey, Harlan found himself staring into the mirror, unable to look away. The room around him began to fade, and in its place, a scene unfolded within the glass.

He saw a woman, her face pale and frightened, running through the woods. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she glanced over her shoulder, terror etched into her features. Behind her, a figure loomed, a man with a knife glinting in the moonlight.

Harlan watched in horror as the man caught up to her, dragging her to the ground. The woman’s screams echoed in his mind as the knife descended, again and again, until the woods were silent.

The vision faded, leaving Harlan staring at his own haunted reflection, his heart pounding in his chest. He recognized the scene—it was an unsolved murder from twenty years ago, a cold case that had haunted the precinct for years.

Driven by an obsession he couldn’t explain, Harlan dove into the old case files the next day. The details matched perfectly. The victim, the location, even the murder weapon. The mirror had shown him the truth, the answer to a mystery that had eluded detectives for decades.

He began to spend every night in front of the mirror, searching for more. And the mirror obliged. Each time he looked into it, another crime unfolded before his eyes—unsolved murders, disappearances, cold cases long forgotten by the world. Harlan solved them all, bringing justice to victims whose voices had been silenced for too long.

But with each case he solved, Harlan felt something slipping away from him. His energy, his spirit, his very sense of self seemed to dwindle. The mirror took its toll, draining him bit by bit, just as the old shopkeeper had warned.

One evening, after months of this relentless pursuit, Harlan looked into the mirror and saw a face he recognized all too well—his own.

He was standing in his apartment, holding a gun, his eyes empty and hollow. Before him, a man lay crumpled on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath him. Harlan’s hand trembled as he watched the scene unfold, as he watched himself commit a crime that hadn’t yet happened.

He staggered back from the mirror, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The mirror had shown him the future, and it was a future he could not escape.

Desperate, he tried to rid himself of the mirror, to break the curse that had ensnared him. He took a hammer to it, smashing the glass into a thousand glittering shards. But even in the broken pieces, he could still see the scenes playing out, could still hear the whispers of the past echoing in his mind.

There was no escape. The mirror had claimed him, body and soul.

In the days that followed, Harlan’s colleagues noticed the change in him. He became distant, paranoid, his once sharp mind dulled by an unseen weight. They didn’t understand what had happened to him, didn’t know about the mirror or the horrors it had revealed.

And then, one night, Harlan disappeared.

They found his apartment empty, the shattered mirror lying in a heap on the floor. But of Harlan, there was no sign. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The cold cases he had solved were closed, the victims finally at peace. But the price had been steep, too steep. Detective James Harlan was never seen again, his fate sealed within the haunted glass that had lured him to his doom.

And somewhere, in a forgotten corner of the city, a new curiosity shop opened its doors, with a new old mirror standing in the back, waiting for its next victim.

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Dealt a Hand of Death: The Terrible Table of the Delta Saloon

When gold was discovered in California on January 24th 1848 it changed the landscape of the country with approximately 300,000 people swarming to the state from all over dreaming of striking it rich and finding fortune in the ground. Undoubtedly, the California Gold Rush was familiar to Henry T. “Pancake” Comstock, a Canadian miner and acquaintance with brothers Ethan Allen and Hoesa Ballou Grosh. The Grosh brothers were veterans of the California gold fields and in the fall of 1857 they discovered a promising ore deposit in Virginia City, Nevada. But, before they could claim the land both brothers tragically died. Hearing of their deaths, Comstock took it upon himself to take over their cabin, open their belongings, find the documentation connected to their find, and essentially claim it as his own. In the spring of 1859, two miners named Peter O’Riley and Patrick McLaughlin began to work the area around Six-Mile Canyon when they made a huge discovery, a deposit of silver ore, but their elation was short lived. Comstock claimed the men were working on land he had already claimed for “grazing purposes” and he proceeded to threaten them to the point that in order to avoid issues the miners made him a partial owner in the claim, later named the Comstock Lode.

Mining on the Comstock. Image via wikipedia.com.

The men had no idea what they had discovered. The Comstock Lode was a massive deposit of silver ore, the first of its kind in the United States, and news about new riches found under the earth brought back the excitement of the California Gold Rush from less than ten years earlier. From its discovery in 1859 to 1882 the Comstock Lode yielded what would today amount to over ten billion dollars worth of ore. However, none of the men who discovered the claim never saw that level of wealth. Patrick McLaughlin sold his 1/6 interest in the claim for $3,000 but the money was quickly lost and he died after working multiple odd jobs to scrape by. Peter O'Riley held on to his interests at first but eventually sold them for approximately $40,000. He used the money to invest in other endeavors including a hotel and another venture into mining but his attempts were unsuccessful. He lost everything, was declared insane, and his life came to a close in a California asylum.

Henry Comstock sold his interests and went on to open various shops in Carson City and Silver City. He too lost everything in bad business decisions and in September 1870 he died in Montana after shooting himself in the head.

Henry T. "Pancake" Comstock. Image via legendsofamerica.com.

When the Comstock Lode was discovered it completely transformed Virginia City, Nevada. Once a small mining town it was quickly filled with hundreds of thousands of prospectors, driven by the re-ignited dreams of fortune just waiting to be dug up. The influx of people brought everyone imaginable to Virginia City, and it quickly transformed into a place where law dared not tread. Filled to the brim with bordellos, saloons, and opium dens, the city became the darkest definition of the wild west. In 1872 Mark Twain published his semi-autobiographical novel Roughing It where he wrote about his travels by stagecoach through the American West and later the islands of the Pacific. In the book he writes about his trip to Virginia City stating that “Two days before I lectured in Virginia City, two stagecoaches were robbed within two miles of the town.” Twain himself was later robbed at gunpoint once he arrived in the city, losing his money and a gold watch.

Dreams, greed, and human beings all swept through the west and Virginia City, but there was one more thing that was keeping all of their minds occupied, a card game called Faro. Played using one deck of cards and being fairly easy to learn, gamblers quickly made Faro the dominant card game of every gambling hall in the west from 1825 to approximately 1915. One man who was well versed in the game was a Virginia City gambler named “Black Jake” who decided he was going to capitalize on its popularity, buy himself a Faro game table, and make himself rich taking cash out of every pocket he could. He was known for being a greedy man, but one night in 1861 karma came back strong and the table turned on its owner with Black Jake losing multiple rounds and $70,000 in one night. With absolutely no way to pay out that amount of money, the equivalent of two million dollars today, the disgraced gambler grabbed his pistol and took his own life at the table. With Black Jake gone the table needed a new home, and a few years later it found a new owner whose name has been lost to time. This new owner operated the table for exactly one night where he too lost everything, including his life. It is unknown if he chose to take it himself, or if it was taken from him.

Playing Faro in a saloon circa 1895. Image via wikipedia.com.

Having claimed two lives, the table was stored in the back room of where it was last used, The Delta Saloon, where it would sit undisturbed for decades. It wasn’t until the late 1890s that wealthy businessman Charles Fosgard laid eyes on the table, and he was happy to buy it. Fosgard had a lot of money, but he was looking to reinvest it and in Virginia City with its thrill-seeking gamblers looking to strike it rich in the saloons when they couldn’t in the mines, it made perfect sense to Fosgard to bring the notorious table out of retirement. After converting it into a blackjack table, Fosgard went into business.

One night a drunk miner sauntered into The Delta Saloon and made his way to the blackjack table. To Fosgard’s delight the miner lost hand after hand until he only had one thing left to offer the businessman, his gold ring. He bet the ring against a five dollar coin and finally, he won a hand. Then he won another….and then he won another. The miner and Fosgard went face to face over and over again and a crowd grew to watch as the businessman was forced to hand over everything. By the end of the game the miner was the new owner of Fosgard’s stagecoach, his share in a local gold mine, and $85,000 (over 2.5 million dollars in today’s money.) Fosgard’s fortune was decimated and he did the only thing he could think of, he pulled out his gun and took his life at the same table as the previous two owners (and in the same way as not only them, but also the less-than-legit founder of the Comstock Lode that brought them all there.)

The table was soaked in enough tragedy and it was put out of commission with a new dubious nickname of The Suicide Table. Year after year, and as the population of Virginia City depleted, the story of the table only grew and it was eventually made a feature of The Delta Saloon. People came from all over to see the table, guided by a sign that cheerfully read “See the Suicide Table” in bright paint as you approach the building that had been restored as faithfully as possible to how it was in its heyday in the 1800s. The table itself was also restored, brought back to its original state as a Faro table. It stayed a Delta Saloon attraction for decades, saw in new centuries, and lived quietly with its tragic past and infamy.

Vintage postcard showing The Suicide Table on display at The Delta Saloon. Image via ebay.com.

Then, on March 11th 2019, Virginia City was shaken when a gas explosion occurred at The Delta Saloon. Amid the damage sat The Suicide Table, unscathed other than receiving a coating of dust. Movers were brought in and the table was relocated to the Delta’s sister saloon, The Bonanza Saloon, right across the street where it remains on display under protective plastic housing.

The Suicide Table is still a major attraction in Virginia City, attracting the gaze of thousands of people lured in by its horrific past. In a time and place that encompassed the lawless American West like Virginia City, there are many shocking tales to tell. But standing out in the crowd is a simple Faro table, created as a game of chance, and tied to at least four lives suddenly lost in the bloody name of greed.

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Sources:

Step Back in Time Virginia City Nevada by The Virginia City Tourist Commission. 2022. https://visitvirginiacitynv.com/history/

Comstock Lode – Creating Nevada History by Legends of America. 2023. https://www.legendsofamerica.com/nv-comstocklode/

The History and Nostalgia of The Delta Saloon by The Delta Saloon. 2023.

The Old West Card Table With a Deadly Past by Danielle Hyman & Adam Aronson. The Daily Beast. September 3, 2018. https://www.thedailybeast.com/the-old-west-card-table-with-a-deadly-past

Men’s luck ran out at gaming table by Dave Maxwell. Boulder City Review. June 17, 2020. https://bouldercityreview.com/community/mens-luck-ran-out-at-gaming-table-61432/

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Title: I Need You Close by Cursedobjects Rating: Teen and Up. Warning: None. Category: M/M Relationships: Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhive Characters: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive. Tags: Weston School Arc (Kuroshitsuji), Sleep Deprivation, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling and Snuggling, Sharing A Bed, Sneaking Around, Fluff, My First Work In This Fandom, Ciel Phantomhive Is A Brat, But He's Exhausted So He Gets A Pass, Established Relationship, Ciel Phantomhive Needs A Hug, Secret Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot. Summary: Life at Weston is proving to be much harder to get accustomed to than Ciel was expecting.

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WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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My original series book one "the pirate king of deaths redemption" series name "the pirate's cursed god."

Below this point is fanfiction mostly spn but one is marvel

My spn fanfiction Omens

Apokálypsis (omens part two)

The cursed boy (spn/hp crossover Isekai style)

Cursed

Bucky

Gabriel/Sam cute

The storm (actually posting wip)

Tuesday event or is it (chapter for it)

betrayal

puddle if blood

Carful what you wish for

Top three are main wips the others are more when writer's block kicks in wips so it will take a while.

The storm and Tuesday event or is it both get updated fairly frequently. But I'm still writing them (that's actually nerve racking)

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BoyKingOfHellSam/Cursedobject's SPN Kink Event for 2023 Fics:

All of these Fics are Samifer (Sam/Lucifer). I post a prompt every second day so i should post 16 fics for the month. I will update the list as each ones posted. Thus is to avoid clogging the blog. ALL FICS ARE NSFW. Current prompts posted: 2/16

Day 1: Phone Sex

Title: Call My Name

Summary: Sam is away on a case with Dean, but that doesn't mean he can't have some fun with Lucifer.

Day 3: Size Kink

Title: Vertically Challenged

Summary: Sam was larger than Nick in every aspect, and he loved it.

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The Dybbuk Box The Cursed Relic That Haunts Its Owners 👁️🕰️

What if an object could hold something… unnatural? The Dybbuk Box is one of the most infamous haunted artifacts in history, said to contain a restless, malevolent spirit. Those who owned it reported terrifying nightmares, shadowy figures, and a series of tragic misfortunes. But is this box truly cursed, or is it all just an elaborate hoax? Join us as we uncover the chilling history of the Dybbuk Box, its horrifying effects on those who possessed it, and the eerie events that continue to unfold even today. Would you dare to open it? 🔔 Subscribe for more eerie mysteries and paranormal investigations! 💬 Do you think the Dybbuk Box is real or just a legend? Let us know in the comments! 🎶 Soundtrack: "Whispers of the Dybbuk" https://suno.com/song/8f371bf3-c17f-4b0f-a03d-a8cd0e908737?sh=LVQ9xD0bBbx6HNZ1 #Paranormal 👁️ #DybbukBox 🕰️ #Haunted #HorrorStory #GhostStories 👻 #CursedObjects #Mystery #DarkHistory #Supernatural

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The Busby Stoop Chair, also known as the Dead Man's Chair, is a notorious object said to be cursed, with a grim reputation for causing the death of those who dare to sit in it. This eerie legend originates from the small village of Kirby Wiske in North Yorkshire, England, and revolves around the 18th-century murderer, Thomas Busby, who was allegedly executed for his crimes. The chair's dark history and the reported deaths associated with it have made it a subject of both fascination and fear. #BusbyStoopChair #DeadMansChair #CursedObject #HauntedChair #KirbyWiske #DarkHistory #ThomasBusby #LegendOfBusby #ParanormalMystery #EerieLegend #NorthYorkshireMystery #SupernaturalCurse #HauntedUK #FascinationAndFear #18thCenturyMystery Dare to Sit? Unraveling the Mystery and Deadly Curse of the Terrifying Busby Stoop Chair published first on https://www.youtube.com/@bafflingmysteries/