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josephthesnailshow · 2 years ago
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Homunculus loxodontus (Urban Legend)
This is a LONG story written by me based on a real-life silly and weird-looking statue. A patient from the Leiden University Medical Center tells a story based on his experience with the statue. It's shown that the statue was possessed by a demonic spirit.
You can find this story here:
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Synopsis
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This sculpture was created by a Dutch artist named Margriet van Breevoort in 2016 and was made for the Leiden University Medical Center. This strange statue was named Homunculus Loxodontus, though that may sound hard to say, but it goes by other names too.
Such as Zhdun, The One Who Waits, Snorp, and WOSH. It was made to symbolize the people who wait in the doctor's office uniquely and funnily. Basically, it depicts a legless gray creature with the head of an elephant and seal mixed together; it also has a larval body and human hands.
Much like Momo, some people think differently of this statue; others may find it creepy, weird, and even cursed. Though there’s a legend that tells of someone who witnessed the cursed side of this innocent statue, it’s believed to be fake, but it’s unknown, and not many people know this.
The legend goes that if you enter the medical center late at night and go to the room where you find the statue, you may turn around and catch it staring at you, and if someone leaves the room and turns the lights on, the statue can somehow move and turn the lights off.
Nobody knows how the statue does this, but it’s probably because it’s getting angry.
One person tells a story of their experience with the statue, and it's from a survivor who encountered the dark side.
The Story
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So, I had an appointment at the Leiden Medical Center, located in the Netherlands. I scheduled an appointment for a checkup, and I went there today (as my appointment was today) because I didn’t want to miss my appointment.
I drove to the hospital and went to the counter, where I met with the admissions clerk and said, "Hello! Are you here for an appointment?” The clerk said, "Yeah, I'm here for a check-up.” I answered.
“Oh? Okay, let me get you checked in," said the clerk, typing on her computer. I said, “Okay.” I was told to sit in the waiting room, and yes, they asked for my name. I'm not giving you my name for privacy reasons.
When I was taking my seat and looking around the room, I was startled by something sitting in one of the seats. It was a statue of a legless and gray creature, and I called someone out of shock.
“Sir, are you okay?” said an employee. I responded by saying, “W-w-what is that thing?” He answered by saying, "Oh, well, it's a statue called Homunculus loxodontus. It's hard to say, but you can call it the one who waits; it's made to represent the patients who are waiting in the doctor’s office. It's not going to hurt you.” I was in relief and laughed it off.
I was told that the sculpture was created by Margriet van Breevoort, and after my talk with the employee, my name was called, and I followed the doctor. He started a casual conversation with me, “So, how’s your day?” he said, and I answered by saying, “It’s going well,” I said worryingly, still thinking of the statue.
“You saw the statue?” he asked.
I answered, “Yeah, I did.”
The doctor then responded by saying, “Oh, don't worry, it won't hurt you. Look, I find it creepy too, but I don't find it to be some demonic spirit who's willing to kill anyone; it's just a statue; it can't move.”
“You have a point,” I said.
So, I got my checkup, and I moved on with my day, still thinking of that statue, even when I left the building.
I drove home, but the wave of paranoia went over me, as I was constantly checking the backseat, fearing that I would see the statue in the back staring at me.
By this point, when I drove to my house, I had to see a psychiatrist tomorrow and tell them about the paranoia I got today.
As I tried going to sleep, I got a really disturbing dream.
When I woke up, I saw the sculpture sitting on my chair in my room, staring right at me. I closed my eyes, but I heard noises of plastic and epoxy resin scratching on the ground, leaving nothing but a clay-like substance on the ground.
I looked at the door, and I saw something that made my heart end up in my throat. There was the sculpture again, but this time, it was clearly peeking at me in the doorway, but this time, it was covered in blood stains, rain, and dirt.
As I was looking at the doorway, I felt something wet under my blanket, and when I touched it and looked at my hand, there was blood on it.
I jerked off the blanket, and there was a dead opossum lying on my lap, and maggots were eating what was left of the opossum. I was holding the urge to vomit on myself, so I got off the bed and examined the bed closely.
There were a bunch of maggots everywhere and plenty of opossums lying on the bed, from the middle to the end, with blood going on the floor.
Something was breathing behind me, and I didn't check what it was, but I woke up.
Today, I went to my local psychiatrist and checked my bed sheets and everything, but I didn't find anything strange. But before my appointment, I decided to watch Spongebob Squarepants in the living room to keep my mind off of what happened in my dream.
Feeling much better, I went to my appointment.
"Hello," said my psychiatrist.
“Hi,” I said.
“So, you scheduled an appointment over being scared over a dumb statue?” The psychiatrist said it rudely while chuckling.
“Yes, I did; also, that was rude; you don't understand what it looks like,” I answered, very annoyed.
“Don’t talk to me like that, sir. I'm trying to help you; don't waste my time, and you know what? I want to see this statue; draw it.” said the psychiatrist when handing me a pencil and color pencils.
I started drawing, and I showed her the statue and what I saw in my dream.
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“Oh, sir, I'm sorry for the way I acted; uh, it looked like this?" said the psychiatrist, worryingly and concerned, while looking at the picture and shaking.
“Yes, but the thing didn't have blood or dirt on it (only in my dream), but it did look like that without it, and I also forgive you,” I responded.
“Oh, still, I'm sorry about you seeing this thing; I don't know what to feel when I see things like this,” said the psychiatrist.
“Well, it looks like we’re out of time; please let me know if you need help or you know what." She grabs a pen and starts writing a phone number.
“Give me a call if you have concerns, or simply text me.” She said.
I took the note, and I left. I started looking at the note and thought of something.
I could sneak into the medical center late at night to see if the statue is actually cursed or haunted in order to make myself feel better and actually believe people who don't think it's haunted.
Though I'm worried about security and being thrown in jail for trespassing, I need to risk my life, and this is one of them.
I went to the medical center and hid in the bushes without anybody noticing my existence, and I tried not to rummage around in the bushes as much.
It was getting late, and I noticed nobody was in the building.
This was my chance to check inside, though I noticed a lock on the door. I didn't want to waste my time looking under rocks, so I started ramming myself at the door, causing a bunch of force to break it open.
The door has gotten busted and damaged to the point where it can break easily, so I made the final move to break it open.
I went into a running stance, ran straight at the door, and knocked it down, causing the building to shake.
There was a quiet moan, and it gave me an uneasy feeling. It was dark, nobody was in the building at the time, and not even a janitor was there. Especially due to how decent this place is, you would believe security would be in place, but there isn't.
I was looking around the room, and I found nothing, but I swore I saw a shadow of the sculpture in the corner of my eye, but I'm pretty sure that was just paranoia.
I saw the waiting room door, but it was locked.
I thought of doing the same as I did with the front door, so I backed up from the door and ran straight forward; it broke off and went to the ground.
It was dark, but there was a light switch, so I turned it on.
I saw the statue just sitting there, in the same exact way as when I came in for my checkup.
I could swear that I heard faint weeping; it sounded low-pitched, and I could hear it easily when I walked close to the statue.
When I looked at its face, it quickly turned its head at me. There was a loud moan and sounds of screaming coming from the statue, and as the head movement startled me, I fell to the ground.
While scared more than before, knowing the statue is alive. I tried leaving the building, but the lights turned off, and when I looked back, the statue was gone.
Completely freaked out and scared, I looked around and saw the statue sitting there in the same pose next to the light switch. The statue was next to me, now looking up at me.
I had no idea what to do or what the statue wanted, but I knew it wanted something from me. Did the fact I broke in make it angry or something? I don't know.
However, from force, I was pulled against the wall behind me. Something was hitting me back and forth at the wall, causing a crack to form. The statue went right into my face and stared at my eyes.
I noticed there were white dots in its eyes with tiny black dots in the center, and it spoke to me, and I felt myself choking.
“You shouldn't go in here late at night.” the statue said, the grasp went tighter.
“I’m a statue, right? Well, they’re wrong; I'm nothing more than a spirit trapped inside the shell of a statue.” said the statue angrily. As the grasp got tighter and tighter, my eyes were about to roll into my head.
I started to try and reach for my phone to try and call a priest or 911 (the local police department), even if it would risk myself getting arrested, but I don't have any options as it would get myself killed.
So I called the police department.
“911, what's your emergency?” said the police officer.
I told them the address and everything, but I was met with an unexpected response.
“Sir, you made a big mistake; you shouldn’t be in the medical center at this time. Since 2016 (days after the statue was created), this building has been dealing with paranormal and unexplained activity; that's why everybody agreed to not be at the building at the time.” said the police officer, referring to the hospital’s old history.
“Please hang there for a moment; we will rescue you, but we’re talking to a trusty priest right now to help out.” The police officer said that, and I stayed on the line.
It wasn't too long until I almost ended up dying due to my blood not circulating properly as I was being choked, the police and priest showed up, and I fell to the ground.
The priest was trying to get rid of the spirit haunting the statue, using attempts, and after the last one, the sculpture was back to normal.
I woke up thanks to a police officer next to me.
“Hey, why was the sculpture evil?” I asked.
“Well, there's not much you know about the history of this place," the priest said.
“And that is?” I responded.
“There was a big family, though; they never got along, and out of the entire family, their youngest son, Lincoln (named after Abraham Lincoln), was abused a lot by the dad, and when the injuries got worse and worse, the wife scolded the dad and sent him to this hospital. Turns out, there was no way to cure it, so the dad got angry and drowned the child in the bathroom; unfortunately, nobody stopped him, so the spirit haunted this place and possessed the statue.” Said the priest, looking at the statue.
We placed the statue back on the waiting chair, feeling relieved that the curse was over.
I wasn't met with any charges, and instead, I got a warning for trespassing.
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So, that’s the story of the sculpture. It was possessed by a vengeful spirit named Lincoln, though if you go there yourself, the statue won’t do anything paranormal; he's completely normal.
As for Lincoln, his soul is now at peace, and nobody longer fears working at the hospital late at night.
The legends of the statue died down, and it was no longer called haunted.
It's recommended that you never enter a building without security late at night, because you may not know why there's no security in the first place.
Watch the objects you mess with.
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imfromsixam · 1 month ago
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Functional Payment Terminal (Mod for The Sims 4)
Now your Sims can pay with a simple tap!
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adobe-outdesign · 1 year ago
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Neopets discourse is always funny to me because whenever drama starts up 90% of the time it's over something that's just objectively really silly
For example, right now there's neo-billionaires threatening to quit the site over a rare item being released, which wouldn't be funny except the item in question is a tiny pea wearing a Santa hat
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datcravat · 27 days ago
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my piece for the @fragmentsoffatezine :)
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vegaly-art · 11 days ago
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Essek's home was so barren when the nein first came around... but I think it's different now.
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389 · 7 months ago
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by Jordan Bolton
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divorcedwife · 10 months ago
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am i not the one you're dreaming of, my angel?
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asphodelles · 5 months ago
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designing 3 different characters with 3 different functions based on 1 object
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8irdies · 5 months ago
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holding my comfort plushie softly in my hands, staring into their eyes with love, knowing that they understand me more deeply than anyone and bring me more joy than you can imagine, and they will always be with me as long as they have a choice and we can get through this together
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orofeaiel · 6 months ago
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Ancient Technology
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germplush · 11 months ago
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normalize bringing plushies in public no matter your age
if it comforts and supports you and it hurts no one let us be
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liltingaway · 26 days ago
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shiny-eyed-corvid · 1 year ago
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NYC street finds 4.1.24-4.21.24 1 of 3
faves from this round: tiny jar with a paper star, chunk of bismuth, and tiny red truck cab
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beebfreeb · 1 year ago
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The computer! It is my sona character.
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lovertm · 3 months ago
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vintage clocks (StarrRoadRetro)
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optimisticgardenhologram · 1 month ago
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So...while looking at Near's shopping list I'm wondering, is this rate of consumerism normal for Near? Or was he going extra hard in toy and hobby purchases to deal with the stress of the Kira case?
Do we think Near has a shopping addiction, or...?
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