Pope Negro Joe the XIIIth
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...Wait, hold on. Are you not made of cake too?
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Faux?
You know it had to one hell of party if they're still talking about it. Allegedly eyes wide shut was inspired by this partyGreat vid.
This topic wins for 'spoopy'.
There are no monsters. There is only Man.
Somehow, that is worse.
Said mother is a registered fucking nurse and she still can't see how dangerous this is. After more than an hour of this, they finally check to see if she's alright. She isn't. Her lips are blue, she's motionless and she's not breathing. The mother FINALLY starts acting like a medical professional and performs CPR while the paramedics are called, but it's too late. Candace Newmaker died aged 10 on April 18th 2000, a victim of adult stupidity and new age bullshit. Read this transcript of the therapy session and try not to punch your monitor.
I had that feeling while camping in the desert. Dead silence no light except for the canopy of stars. I did find the random winds winding though the canyon spooking at times it sounded like whistling other times a low moaning like a rasping gasp for air. The wind felt as a living spirit wanding and watching youComplete silence and pitch blackness.
Now I'm not scared of the dark; in fact I genuinely enjoy the dark more than when the light is on. But when I go to bed and I'm so used to the vent or some sort of semi white noise being on in the background, it's completely eerie to me.
I've experienced this too while trying to fall asleep in the desert. I kept wondering if something came out of the darkness would it be real or just a product of my senses. I often wonder if that's what being in a sensory deprivation tank would be like.I had that feeling while camping in the desert. Dead silence no light except for the canopy of stars. I did find the random winds winding though the canyon spooking at times it sounded like whistling other times a low moaning like a rasping gasp for air. The wind felt as a living spirit wanding and watching you
You must've loved the movie Candyman. And lsd taught me well and good not to look at mirrors too long while on drugs, fuck that noise.I used to be afraid of windows but especially mirrors. I was always afraid whenever I looked into a mirror that the reflection would do something other than what I was doing, or would turn into a monster, or a demon, or something.
Oddly, it was an LSD experience that cured me of this phobia, when I spent several hours staring into my own face melting into a million different shapes in a mirror, that I realized the obvious fact that mirrors just reflect light, and the rest was all in my mind.
Jonestown death tape. Long listen but worth it if you want to lose all faith in humanity. Hearing the children scream is chilling.
Something like this obviously happened to me and it freaked me the fuck out and gave me a phobia that took a few years to go away. I forget the specific originating event.The old faces in the mirror thing has been documented before: