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10/01/2025

Big shout out to my newest top fans! Tina Ganta

12/09/2024

With Akachukwu God'swill Paul Agudosi – I just got recognised as one of their top fans!

12/09/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Dan Smartino, Maka Pela De Don, Angela Shine

12/09/2024

Big shout-out to my newest top fans! Tina Ganta

05/09/2024
The Wrong RoomIts Friday night and Sarah just got back to her apartment after a long day’s work and she wanted to get in...
04/09/2024

The Wrong Room

Its Friday night and Sarah just got back to her apartment after a long day’s work and she wanted to get inside and rest. She was about to pull out her keys and unlock the door, but she noticed it’s open. Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, she notices something different. She stood in the doorway trying to figure it out. then it hits her, this isn’t her room. As she turned to leave, something caught her eye. There is a man hunched over a dish of flesh, eating it with his bare hands, tearing into it as a wild animal would with its prey. Red dripped down the side of his mouth, and the smell that emanated from it was sickening. Sarah was paralysed by the sight.
Unconsciously, she covered her nose and mouth. She accidentally bumps her elbow against the doorway. She froze. The hunchback man stopped eating, there was something wrong. Then he looked up and started searching for the source of the noise.
His eyes scanned the room till they found Sarah.
Her legs start moving on their own, she found herself running, running away from that room, and the horrors within it.
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The man silently stands up, locks the door, sits back down, grabs another slice of pizza, and mutters quietly to himself:
“Crazy vegans”.
Credit To – Walrus King

04/09/2024

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Jeff Weikeson, Willer Jr Caniban, Zac N Mirasol

27/08/2024

Pushed Over the Edge by Ghosts

During the late 1800s, many inmates, for whatever reason, haunted the rooms and hallways of the “lunatic asylums” of the United States. One man, was known to have a fascination for boxing. He would often steal a pencil, draw photos of men on the wall and have a match with them, punching away for hours. In another asylum, one lady believed that her sister-in-law, was in a room just below her and was being torn to pieces by bloodhounds. This image haunted her day and night.

One woman in a Maryland asylum believed that her dead husband was in the room next to her and was calling day and night for her. She would often become violent and fight with the staff to gain access to the room.

Some inmates claimed or complained that they could contact the dead or were even visited by ghosts. Most of these were heavily involved in spiritualism within their lifetime and it greatly affected their sanity.

It is a mystery about what can send a mind over the edge. In one strange case, during the winter of 1886, a Boston undertaker received a phone call one night from a local cemetery office. When he answered, he heard a far away, “chilling” voice greeting him in the most eerie of tones. Suddenly, the phone went silent. Calling the operator, he asked to be transferred back to the line that called him. When the cemetery answered, they informed him that no one there had called.

This happened to the undertaker often and before long, he came to believe that someone from the grave was calling him. Possibly someone he had recently buried.

The man had the phone taken out of his house, which hurt his business in the worst way. He began to obsess over the phone calls and soon became insane.

Another instance of the mind being greatly disturbed was the case of Ralph Reynolds, who lived in Calhoun County, IA, during the later part of the 1800s.

Ralph was a strong young man, who boasted to his friends that he didn’t believe in the idea of ghosts. He said if he ever came upon one, he wouldn’t show the slightest sign of fear. His friends set out to prove him wrong.

A story was going around the area about a farmer who was recently murdered on a bridge. It was said that the ghost of the farmer walked under the bridge each night and if you were to go under it, you could see him. The friends dared young Ralph to stay under the bridge that night and he agreed.

Sometime during the night, the friends snuck through the woods to the bridge and one of them put on a ghostly sheet, making himself known to Ralph by moaning, and swaying in the darkness.

Ralph was beside himself with fear and began to shake violently. He soon passed out and his friends had to send for help.

Doctors claimed the incident caused him a case of severe “brain fever” and shattered his nerves. He spent two years in an asylum and when released, he seemed to be doing good, until he passed the bridge again. That’s when he took a turn for the worse and went totally insane, having to be placed back into the asylum for life.

Sometimes a traumatic incident in a person’s life can also destroy their sanity, such as happened to Anthony Zundt, of Berlin, Conn., in 1911.

Anthony’s best friend, Anthony Vresia, was murdered on July 4th of that year and he was really struggling with the loss. He had been depressed for some time and when he went into his house one night, his mouth dropped. There on his dining room table, he saw what he described as the ghost of his dead friend laying on it.

The fright caused Anthony to lose his voice. For day’s he could not speak to anyone or describe the terrible thing he had seen.

One of Anthony’s family members talked him into going to mass at his local church and as he prayed, his voice was restored. When he began to speak and tell others about the ghostly vision of his friend, he began to go “stark raving mad” and was placed in an asylum. He was declared hopelessly insane by doctors. He spent his time making friends with some of the other inmates, such as one lady who believed the doctor had her face and would not restore it to her and a man who claimed his insides were made of iron. He had to be constantly watched by staff because he would try to eat any substance, he could get his hands on to prove his point. Oh, and the others, the many others, who claimed that they too had seen and talked with real ghosts… Maybe they were right. What do you think?

06/12/2023

I believe that one key to success is to accept truth, no matter how it's spoken.

The color which we see when we close ours eyes is called Eigengrau (eigenlicht) which is different from black
05/12/2023

The color which we see when we close ours eyes is called Eigengrau (eigenlicht) which is different from black

The word 'Trichophobia' comes from the Greek words that mean 'hair'(trichos) 'fear' ( phobia). A person who has trichoph...
05/12/2023

The word 'Trichophobia' comes from the Greek words that mean 'hair'(trichos) 'fear' ( phobia). A person who has trichophobia has a persistent fear of hair, particularly seeing or touching loose hairs on the body, clothes or elsewhere. This fear can lead to a number of symptoms that can interfere with everyday activity

05/12/2023

The starting point of all achievement is desire.

Island of the Dolls:The Island of the Dolls is located just south of Mexico City, between the canals of Xochimico. It is...
04/12/2023

Island of the Dolls:

The Island of the Dolls is located just south of Mexico City, between the canals of Xochimico. It is famous as being one of the scariest places in the world.

The island is covered with the severed heads and dismembered bodies of creepy old dolls. They hang from the branches of trees, their glass eyes staring at anyone who passes by. At night, things become even more disturbing. Some people claim the dolls move their heads and arms and open their eyes. Others say that they have heard the dolls whispering to each other in the darkness.

They say that, years ago, a man named Don Julian Santana lived alone on the island. One day, he found the dead body of a young girl floating face-down in the canal. She had drowned.

He believed that her ghost haunted the island. The man collected dolls and hung them from the trees to appease the dead girl’s restless spirit. He thought this would make the little girl happy and keep evil spirits at bay. As time went by, he came to believe that the dolls were possessed by the spirits of the dead.

The story took an even more sinister turn in 2001 when Don Julian was found dead under mysterious circumstances. He drowned in the canal at exactly the same spot where he found the little girl years before. Some people say that the old man was murdered by his dolls.

Today, the Island of the Dolls is a tourist destination. People come from all over the world to see the creepy and bizarre decorations.

During the Holocaust, Polish doctor Eugene Lazowski saved 8,000 Jews from being deported to concentration camps by injec...
17/08/2023

During the Holocaust, Polish doctor Eugene Lazowski saved 8,000 Jews from being deported to concentration camps by injecting dead typhus cells into them, allowing them to test positive for typhus despite being healthy. Germans were afraid of the highly contagious disease and refused to deport to concentration camps.

17/08/2023

Great things never come from comfort zones.

Mothers SacrificeMy mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea ...
15/08/2023

Mothers Sacrifice

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.

I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.

I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.

That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.

Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.

This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye. And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.

Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.
She wrote:

My son, I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.

My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…

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