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[smillyythreads]

This little guy is part burrito, part ghost, and all comfort food. I call him the Boo-rito. Weird, cute, a little spooky — just how I like it.

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[latenighthorrorusa]

Something Felt Wrong at This Remote House | Late Night Horror 🎃

You ever pull up to a house that just feels wrong?

It was supposed to be a normal delivery… 🌙 Middle of nowhere. 🏚️ Old house with a flickering light. 🚪 No one answers. But the chill in the air told me: I shouldn't be here.

I stepped closer. The silence was loud. And the light kept flickering…

This isn't just a spooky story. It happened. And some houses? You don’t walk away from.

Watch the full horror unfold on Late Night Horror 👇 🔗 https://youtu.be/QZoWDY7MOVsb

[henrysdailys]

I’m not even holy enough to start anything new I need to fix my own sins first and purify myself

[mhell]

"Would you like to hear a horror story?"

Horror Story 3 karma

Hello readers, Today, we're returning to the realm of horror stories just like before. The tale I'm about to share involves someone close to me – my younger brother, Tim. Tim is someone who doesn't believe in ghosts at all. Every time someone tells him a spooky story, he'll dismiss it as nonsense or just laugh it off.

Until one day, if I remember correctly, it was probably during the Songkran Festival, which is a major holiday. In the late afternoon, after we returned from making merit at the temple, my mother, grandmother, Tim, and I sat down to eat together as usual. While we were eating, my grandmother suddenly spoke up.

"Tim, today I met Sorn. She came to tell your grandmother that during this period, you may be down on your luck, so she advised you to ward off bad luck."

Surely, Tim, upon hearing something like that, didn't believe it, as usual. Tim turned away from his plate of rice and spoke to his grandma.

"Come on, Grandma, it's just a load of nonsense. Those fortune-tellers only come around to scam money. What bad luck? They just make up stories to earn some cash, that's all."

Mom and Grandma sighed with disappointment, as besides the fact that Tin wouldn't believe it, he also had a bad mouth.

As time passed, it was time for Tin to go to work in another province. This time, he had to travel far to the southern region. On the day of the journey, I remember it was Friday the 13 th, which, according to superstition, is considered an unlucky day. While originally a belief held mainly by Christians, many Thai people also believe in this superstition.

On that day, before setting off, we went to drop Tin off at his company. Before boarding the car, my mother handed something to Tin, which was an amulet of a revered monk from a famous temple. Surely, someone like Tin, who had never believed in such things, was not convinced. Tin returned the amulet held by my mother's hand before saying.

“No, Mom. Keep it," Tin said.

"Why, dear? You've been down on your luck lately. At least wear it," my mother replied.

"Down on one's luck, what's that, Mom? It's just a superstition. I must go now," Tin said before leaving.

As hours passed, Tin arrived at his destination. Throughout the day, he went about his work as usual. His job as a civil engineer required him to oversee construction sites. While Tin was discussing work with his team, he caught a glimpse of something passing by outside the window. However, he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just some workers from the site.

As the clock struck eleven, Tin and his colleagues headed back to their accommodation. Tin's lodging was a modest hotel, neither luxurious nor shabby. Tin took a shower to prepare for bed. While lying down on his bed and browsing his phone, he suddenly heard running water coming from the bathroom.

Tin decided to get up from the bed and investigate. He walked into the bathroom and found that the faucet in the sink was turned on. Tin quickly shut off the water before returning to bed. He remembered clearly that he had turned off the faucet before leaving the bathroom earlier. He didn't pay much attention to it.

On the second night, Tin continued to work as usual. While he was inspecting the site, a large piece of metal fell near him. Luckily, Tin managed to dodge and wasn't injured.

Shortly after, others arrived and gathered around the accident site, assisting Tin and escorting him to rest in the office room. At that moment, Tin's heart was pounding heavily. If he hadn't dodged in time, he would likely have been crushed by the falling metal.

After returning to the accommodation, Tin reversed his car into the parking spot before reaching for his belongings from the glove compartment. He walked towards his room, his gaze inadvertently catching sight of a black cat sitting directly in front of him, staring back. Tin stared back at it with a stern expression. Tin didn't particularly like cats; in fact, he hated them. Since childhood, he had been bitten by a cat on his right arm, which left him with a lasting dislike for them.

The black cat stood up and walked straight towards him. Tin took a step back and tried to shoo it away.

"Shoo! Go away, far away!"

The black cat kept approaching until it came close enough to brush against Tin's leg. Startled, he accidentally kicked the cat that was clinging to his leg, causing it to bump into the nearby shrine and knock over the offerings onto the floor.

"Meow!!"

The black cat writhed and struggled in distress, while Tin continued to strike it repeatedly, not stopping until the cat's cries grew weaker and it finally went limp. Seeing that it had stopped moving, Tin let out a sigh and dropped the pipe to the ground before turning away, ignoring whatever fate may befall the cat.

Tin hurriedly finished his shower and rushed out of the bathroom to investigate the noise. As he emerged, he caught sight of something darting past the doorway from the closet out onto the balcony. It was a shadowy figure resembling a cat, but it moved so quickly that he couldn't be sure.

Tin walked out onto the balcony to check but found nothing. He walked back into the room, preparing to go to bed.

As the night wore on, while Tin was drifting off to sleep, he heard a faint sound approaching his ears. Startled awake, Tin looked around the room and spotted something on top of the wardrobe. It was a shadowy figure resembling a person sitting cross-legged in the wardrobe. He braced himself, reaching out to turn on the bedside lamp, but the light wouldn't come on.

Tin still believed that the dark shadow on top of the wardrobe was a person, but it wasn't anything like what he thought, not even close.

Tin got up from the bed, stood facing the object on the wardrobe, and spoke to it without any fear.

"Who are you and how did you get into my room?"

The black shadow did not respond to Tinn's question. It remained silent. As Tinn began to reach for the phone to call the hotel staff for assistance, he heard sobbing coming from behind.

Tinn placed the phone down before slowly turning around. The black shadow turned to face him, revealing clear white eyes, before it let out a piercing scream and lunged towards him, causing Tinn to collapse to the floor.

The black shadow pressed down on him, almost immobilizing him. Its face slowly moved closer and closer until he could see those eyes. But what startled him the most was that those eyes were unlike any human's, they were large, white orbs with elongated, cat-like pupils.

"YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED ME!"

The black shadow emerged with a painful cry. Suddenly, images flashed in his mind. It was the scene from earlier that evening when he had killed a cat right in front of the hotel's shrine. The image made him realize immediately that the figure in front of him was that very cat, the black cat he had just killed.

In a split second, as Tin was still in shock, the black shadow screamed and recoiled before lunging forward, grabbing Tin's shirt collar, and forcefully slamming its head against Tin's, hard.

"ARGH! LET ME GO!"

Tinn screamed in pain as the black shadow continued to relentlessly pound him with its head and then both arms on his abdomen and waist. He struggled desperately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. Eventually, the black shadow stopped its assault before fading away.

In the morning, his coworker came to his room looking for him as he hadn't shown up for work. They were immediately shocked to find him in a condition soaked in blood, lying still on the floor, his breathing shallow and motionless.

The coworker took Tin to the hospital for treatment. The doctor explained that Tin had suffered severe head trauma, with fractures and damage to internal organs, leaving him in critical condition. The doctor also said that Tin's chances of survival were very slim, and even if he did survive, he would likely not be able to lead a normal life due to the destruction of nerves and vital organs.

At that time, my mother, relatives, and I worked together to find a doctor who could treat Tin. It took us over a year to find one, and we spent over a million baht for his treatment. Fortunately, Tin had enough money, so the financial impact wasn't too severe.

After Tin recovered and returned home, as the doctor said, he couldn't lead a normal life like others. His body and brain were severely affected, resulting in paralysis, and rendering him unable to help himself. Moreover, whenever he saw a court official or a cat, he would experience extreme fear to the point of losing consciousness. I believe this could be the consequence of his past actions. He would have to endure the consequences of his deeds until his death.

m_hell

[rindyaxd]

Uhm my persona

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[crowshrak]

Pookiesinsta id: crowshrak #shorts #aceshrak #crowshrak #creepyvibes #haunted #supernatural #ghostvibes

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[andahar]

[imsorryscotty]

Hey op what does this mean????

clenches fist i am going to make a uquiz that is so unnecessarily morbid

[wetointment]

I sleep with nothing on case I die just if I cant undress in the after life. Because other nakey ghost people will automatically bond with me due to the probable embarrassment we both face from the fully dressed ghosts around us. It would show my dominance and nobody would want 2 make eyecintact eith me proabbly. Also mad ghost puss game I'd be a walking ghost lady magnet

[genuinerich]

Still in progress #indieart #artworld #artrevolution #artlover #arylic #darkbeauty #ghostvibes #urbanart #artist #colors #gold https://www.instagram.com/p/B2VbpknAEgB/?igshid=ftiw1xaabxm8

[mhell]

"Would you like to hear a horror story?"

Horror Story 2 Friend falls while fishing in the early morning darkness.

The loud ticking of the clock woke me up. I reached out to switch on the light above my bed and glanced at the clock hanging at the end of the bed. The clock hands indicated that it was half past two. I got out of bed to shower and get dressed, preparing to go fishing. Once I finished getting ready and gathered my gear, I headed out of the house immediately.

          It took only five minutes to get from my house to the river. I parked the car neatly before grabbing my fishing gear from the vehicle. I walked down the bank of the river before laying the gear down on the grass. I picked up the bait to prepare for baiting the hook. Once everything was ready, I moved closer to the riverbank before casting the fishing bait into the water.

          After finishing baiting, I turned to prepare my fishing rod. While getting the fishing rod ready, I swept my gaze around the dark, serene surroundings, illuminated only by the light from nearby lampposts. Perhaps it was because it was around 3 a.m., it looked eerie but not surprising.

          I cast my fishing rod into the river before placing it on the ground and tying the line to a stick stuck in the ground to prevent the rod from moving. I repeated this process until everything was set up, then sat on a water bucket to wait.

          Meanwhile, I played some music to prevent the surroundings from being too quiet. I sat humming to the tunes, waiting for the fish to bite while observing the riverbanks. This river was a popular spot for fishing enthusiasts to gather and catch fish, mostly from the early morning until dusk. Unlike others, I chose to come during the dark morning hours because, at this time, there were no crowds and no need to compete with others. Additionally, any fish caught during this time had to be sold by 7 a.m., so I chose the pre-dawn hours to ensure my catch remained fresh.

          After several minutes, the fish began to take the bait on my fishing rod. I managed to collect the caught fish and put them in the prepared water bucket. Then, I turned to change the bait for the next round of fishing. While I was preparing the fishing rod, my eyes caught something under the bridge across the river. I glanced at it, resembling the silhouette of a person standing under the bridge, and then it suddenly disappeared.         

I hesitated for a moment, swallowing nervously. I grabbed the flashlight and aimed it at the post under the bridge before cautiously approaching. I shone the flashlight around, and suddenly, someone emerged from behind the post. He was a middle-aged man, slightly taller and paler than me, wearing a patterned shirt.

“What are you doing here?”

My voice trembled. I stared at the person in front of me, from head to toe. He appeared to be just an ordinary person, nothing like a ghost or anything. He must have been someone who lived nearby or came here to fish, just like me.

"I came here to fish."

Breathe a sigh of relief. I walked back to where I was, with the man following closely behind me. I sat down on the ground, and he settled nearby. Glancing at him surreptitiously, I decided to break the silence.

"I'm Pan. What's your name?"

"I'm Singh."

"Do you live around here?"

"Yes, I live here."

"Here?"

Before I could speak, the sound of splashing water in the river caught my attention. It seemed like the fish had taken the bait. I rose from the ground and went to the spot where I had set the bait. Pulling up the line, I found only one fish hooked on the bait. I put that fish into the water bucket before casting the fishnet out again.

I walked back to my original spot and glanced at Singh standing by the riverbank. I didn't pay much attention, thinking he was probably fishing just like me.

As time passed, I picked up my phone to check the time. It was now half past 4 a.m. I glanced over at Singh; he was standing still by the riverbank. Suddenly, he walked into the water without saying a word.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I shouted and walked straight towards Singh, but it seemed like he didn't hear me. I walked closer, trying to reach out to him, but the closer I got, the further he seemed to move away.

I walked after Singh until I was in water up to my waist. Suddenly, Singh stopped and stood still before disappearing into the water in front of me.

"Singh!! Singh!"

I yelled Singh's name repeatedly before deciding to dive underwater. I tried to forget about searching for Singh underwater, but the darkness prevented me from seeing anything beneath the surface.

I emerged from the water and turned left and right to search for Singh. Suddenly, I felt a cool breeze on the back of my neck. Slowly, I turned around and found Singh standing behind me. His face was pale, unlike when we first met.

"Singh, what are you doing? You scared me,"

I turned to speak to him but hesitated when I saw that his condition had changed drastically. Singh looked like a dead man the condition became sluggish., with sunken eyes that seemed to have been gnawed by animals. At that moment, I was terrified before regaining my composure and quickly running ashore. However, Singh grabbed my leg and pulled me back into the water. I struggled desperately to escape death until I finally managed to break free. I rushed into the car and tried to start it, but the engine wouldn't turn over. I struggled with the key several times until, finally, the car started. I shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, leaving that spot immediately without caring about the fishing equipment I had left behind.

I drove out while glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time, thinking I had escaped for sure. I took a deep breath of relief when I didn't see him following and turned my focus back to the road. But then, I was wrong. Suddenly, Singh stood in front of the car, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, causing me to instinctively swerve and dodge. The black pickup truck veered off the road before crashing into a large tree with tremendous force. My head hit the steering wheel hard, and to make matters worse, the tree fell on top of the car.

I crawled out of the car, barely able to move due to the immense pain. With almost no strength left, I decided to lie down beside the wreckage of the car. With blurred vision, I could see some people standing not far away. I vaguely remembered that one of them was Singh.

"Singh, I've never done anything to you. Why did you have to do this to me?"

Singh stood still, not responding to me, but instead walked closer to me. He stopped, looking at me lying there silently from the pain. I realized then that Singh wasn't human. He was a ghost. I admit, at first, when I found out he wasn't human, I was terrified. I ran away without thinking about my life at all. But even then, I still considered him my friend, even though we had just met.

"I don't know what you're angry or seeking revenge for, but if I've done something wrong or hurt you in any way, I apologize."

I spoke with a final burst of energy before everything faded away.

When I woke up again, it was morning at the hospital. My wife told me that around 5 a.m., someone found me by the river where I went fishing. They said a man was wearing a dark-patterned shirt, with pale skin, who helped park my car and mentioned that someone had crashed into a tree nearby. However, by the time they arrived at the scene, the man was gone.

I pondered over what my wife recounted and strongly suspected that the person who helped with the car must have been Singh. I thought he must have felt guilty and sought someone else to assist me instead.

After leaving the hospital, I returned to the riverbank once again and accompanied Invite the monk, to perform a ceremony to release Singh's spirit. While conducting the ritual, I saw Singh too. He stood in the river before gradually fading away.

"He's gone now."

I rose from the ground before turning to speak to the venerable monk.

"That's right, Venerable Monk. From now on, he won't have to linger in the cold anymore."

After completing the ceremony, I prepared to return home. Suddenly, there was a faint call for me. I turned to look at the river but found nothing but emptiness. It wasn't hard to guess that it was probably the last farewell from the lion spirit, thanking me.

"Go to a better place, Singh. Perhaps one day, we will meet again."

I said, concluding my thoughts before turning back home immediately. Had I not come here several days ago, I wouldn't have encountered the Singh. I believe the harm he inflicted on me was out of fear of being captured or erased, but I hold no grudge against him. I still think he was just waiting for someone to come and set him free from this cycle.

m_hell

[sg-fit3]

Mango Ghost Bcaas taste delicious. Ghost vibes! #beseen #legends #ghostvibes (at Boston, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/By0WLbxA1s6/?igshid=1cj0pg4fu0o89

[hungryandartsy]

Had to get a session of smudging in this morning. Just was in a funk and needed a clean slate. This was my little set up 🙏 #sagesmudge #clean #spirituality #yogaeverydamday #thisismyyoga #witchyvibes #wiccan #newageshit #proudwitch #ghostvibes #cleanout #sacredtemple #smudging #insence #tinyaltar #clearquartz #newbeginnings https://www.instagram.com/p/BtMQz7LBL41/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16qydf1xem3zm

[corsetsnmore]

No tricks, just treats!! . . CorsetsNmore wishes you #HappyHalloween . . . . . . #happyhalloween🎃 #halloweenwithcNm #stylewithcnm #corsetsnmore #spookyseason #spooky #spookyvibes #halloweencostumes #halloweenparty #witchyvibes #halloween2022 #spookyhalloween #ghostvibes👻 #halloween🎃 #halloweenspirit https://www.instagram.com/p/CkZH7UthrBp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rabigail4]

What it do boo? 👻🌙 #ghostvibes #goodvibes https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo30GDLBSkrXsxP2lgb6W831b_cYqbQzkJ3s5w0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=w1f2f8evpnzq