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Last year, I noticed something in my room that I hadn’t before. A cross that my mom had put up. Since I’m agnostic (and therefore don’t really believe in God) I decided I didn’t want it on my wall and thought it would be funny to hang it on my door upside down. So, I grabbed some tape, grabbed the cross, and taped it to my door upside down. I didn’t think anything of it.
| I got ballsy one day and decided to look up demon sigils. Lucifer's is very easy to remember and it says summoning can rely on simply remembering the sigil. Guess who has been showing up in my dreams for over a year now. :/ | ||
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There’s a old country road on the outskirts of my small town called Loudon Road. The road has always been known to be the local “dare” among high school student looking for a scare. I recently went out on the road with a friend and her family.
This isn’t really anything scary. It’s just something that kind of shocked me when it happened. A few months ago, I decided to ask my friends if anyone wanted to do a Ouija board session with me.
I go to university in Connecticut. I live in the second newest building on campus, but the property is very old and has a dark history. Buildings on campus served as orphanages and hospitals. Some places have even been the site of satanic ritual.
This happened to my sister when I was younger and even though I don’t really believe Ouija boards in general are dangerous (since they’re literally toys marketed by Hasbro), I still have no idea how to explain how this happened or what was actually going on.
The True Story of a Monster that terrorized a German village for years with unspeakably cruel crimes and murders.
In the late 16th century, the town of Bedburg, Germany was terrorized by a diabolical creature that slaughtered its cattle and snatched away its women and children, killing them with unspeakable morbidity. The shocked and horrified townspeople feared that they were being victimized by a raving demon from Hell or, just as bad, a bloodthirsty werewolf who lived among them.
This is the true story of Peter Stubbe - the Werewolf of Bedburg - whose crimes plunged a German town already beset by political and religious turmoil into an unimaginable nightmare, and whose heinous murders rival the bloody viciousness of any of today’s most gruesome slasher movies.
WARNING: The extreme cruelty of the crimes in this case, detailed below, are highly disturbing and not for the squeamish, faint-of-heart or young children.
IN A NONDESCRIPT section of the Salt Lake City Cemetery lies a small gravestone that bears an inscription so unusual that it has for years aroused curiosity, rumor, speculation - even fear - within those who have encountered it. While surrounding grave markers are inscribed with such common inscriptions as “devoted mother,” “beloved husband” or simply “in loving memory,” the gravestone of Lily E. Gray is inscribed with the mysterious and highly provocative phrase: “Victim of the Beast 666.”
There is a terrifying creature, they say, that haunts the dense pine barrens of New Jersey, and its frightening appearance earned it the name of The Jersey Devil.
Countess of Transylvania, vampire: Born 1560/61; died, August 21, 1614.
In order to improve her complexion and also to maintain her failing grasp on her youth and vitality, she slaughtered six hundred innocent young women from her tiny mountain principality.
A few months ago I went on a haunted tour to a old mansion a few hours outside of town. I went in with an open mind but nothing really happened to my tour group for the most part of that beside two things, both happened to me. The first one was I saw someone out the corner of my eye as we were walking from one house to another. The best way to describe him was like Slenderman, and in fact that was my first thought as I saw it. I am not sure if this is related to the actual rest of it or if I was just overexcited and seeing things.
The next thing that happened is kind of worrying me though. The tour guide had taken us to a crossroad and told us how funeral survices would take the coffin to the crossroad and if they were an evil person (like a murderer or something) they would walk around in a erratic pattern in the crossroad so that they spirit would get separated from the body and be stuck forever there. He also said that if you make a wish while standing on it the wish will come true. I shrugged and decided to wish that the woman I was swooning after would return the feelings I had for her. Then the guide informed us that making a wish would have made a bargain with Satan, and that in return for the wish we owe him our soul. Despite not being a Christian or anything really this still sent a shiver down my spine.
Weeks went on and I forgot about the incident until one day in class during an exam I heard whispering in my ear. It was like someone was whispering to me but no one was to the side I was hearing it. It was just faint enough that I couldn’t make up the words but I was plenty freaked out by it. I almost instantly remembered what the man had told me - I have sold my soul to Satan.
A few weeks after that I got woken up by my dog barking at my window (the dog was on my bed to the right, the window is to the left of my bed) and just before I was going to yell at him to shut up I heard breathing out the window. It sounded demonic to say the least. As if someone with his entire lung full of phlegm was trying to take his dying breaths. I slammed my window shut (I had it open since it is summer here in Australia) and tried to go to sleep ignoring it.
I have woken up to that situation a few times since then, each time it sounds a little closer. When I got partway through writing this I went to my room to get a pillow and on the way back I passed a mirror. Glancing into it I saw my reflection but with my mouth and eyes weeping blood, I’m probably just seeing things but that’s sure as hell what it looked like. I don’t know if I am just paranoid, losing my mind or what is happening but I am afraid that I have to repay my part of the bargain. All the scary things started to happen after the woman had started to date me.
Even if this is all my imagination I am still worried about the resting place of my soul, if I have one, and that it may be in bad hands. I do not recommend making deals with the devil.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Creepy. 8/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.
