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if you guys AT ALL enjoy using the internet whether it's for news, entertainment, or communication purposes there is a bill floating around right now that has a good possibility of being passed that will influence the way we ALL use the internet. this bill is called KOSA and it presents itself as "kids online safety act" but in reality it is and will try to sensor SO much important information out there about LGBTQ+, POC communities, feminism and women's rights, and so much more. the bill targets mainly people under 17 but this bill will affect adults too. your favorite social media and websites will become highly cleansed from anything the government deems as "dangerous" to children online. one of the ways they are trying to ensure kids aren't accessing content that is "dangerous" enforces EVERYONE to upload private information or a photo of your ID to access social media apps and websites. IF YOU CARE AT ALL ABOUT PROTECTING FREE SPEACH ON THE INTERNET AND THE WAY WE USE IT TO COMMUNICATE PLEASE HELP ENSURE THAT THIS BILL DOES NOT PASS.
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"I'm scary! Fear me!"
My friend: "You nerd."
Tag yourself: Spooky, Scary, Skeletons
Spooky: Has a lot of energy, wants attention, oversized sweaters, drinks tea, always brings snacks - just in case! knows all the candy stores in the city, cries in stressful situations, needs a hug, is the master of pranks, steal others food, just wants validation, gives the best hugs, is both a dog and a cat person, wears onesies as often as possible.
Scary: Edgelord, “Then perish”, Goth, is a night person, sarcasm 24/7, challenges god to smite them, is done, dark colours, Wears high boots, likes basic things ~ironicly~, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, needs a nap but never sleeps, reads ghost stories in the dark, candles light up their room, wants to make people slightly scared by their presence.
Skeletons: Wants to socialise, is loud, dances in their room, dresses up for Halloween, cites poetry, always wear headphones, is easily exited, a big nerd, has no impulse control, wants to eat all the time but cant (Because they are a skeleton), predicts the plot-twists, extroverted, accidentally spoils things, knows everything about their favourite band.
This is in my nightmares.
Halloween 👻🦇
A little sketch from my sketchbook. I really like this character. I really should draw more traditional art. Love what one can do with a simple pencil.
I love my weinerdog from the depths of my murky heart.
Made for your viewing pleasure.
Did I scary you? I hope so. Tremble mortal! Your time is at hand.
IN HONOR TO DAVID FIRTH
Criminal minds
Season 10 episode 21 really freaked me out don't know about anyone else. 👻
Nevermind 2
Hello again!
I have written something a long time and I call them Neverminds. It has almost 60 parts and if it doesn’t bother anyone I would like to share them or at least bests of them. Everyone isn’t so long and they might not be in right order as I post them but main thing is that it’s a same story and main charachter is same girl all the time. But now here you have another part. I hope someone likes it :)
I stood there with my hands bounded. Rope hurt my wrists. A man has tight them too hard. I had thrown in middle of those selfish monster. Even their look stick my skin when they estimated me. It felt like tiny little sticks tried to cover under my skin. There was two ghost standing right behind me or next to me, I wasn’t sure because I didn’t see them. And now agin I wondered how my mom and dad brought me here. They must have know that this is the place where devil was scared to come.
- You didn’t mind to kill one of us so we don’t mind to kill her.
I heard over monster’s scratchy voice how they brought in a tiny girl who had dirty black hair and chains holding her legs together. They left her between me and those five devils front of me. They used the girl as a shield. I couldn’t walk up to them and rip off their deadly handsome faces. They took chains off from a girl and let her free. Girl still wasn’t going anywhere. She just shaked still. When she lifted up her green eyes I could see all the fear they had caused to her and that fear have lived there already a long time. Wierd thing for me was that I couldn’t see any sing of tired on her face. They haven’t tortured her. I was reliefed. They only made her scare. I coudln’t handle more guilty anymrore. I already felt for guilty of that they caught her. I looked her into eyes and saw her fear. It was growing and becoming horror. Normally humasn can’t handle it this long. She was strong. I heard how a knife were taken out of its cover. Tear dropped on the girl’s beautiful face.The knife reached her neck. Sudenly my mouth became dry even thought I wasn’t sad. I was empty. Heard giant snap when someone broken her neck.
- Brea! I screamed. They couldn’t do this. - NO! Brea!
I yank rope aorunf my hands but it didn’t gave in. It didn’t get my hands free. I screamed, growled and spit on them. Desperation started to eat me inside. They couldn’y do this.My wrists bleed when I struggled with the rope. Then I heard girl screaming. It cut the air and broke my heart. One of those mant ghost took his knofe too and went to girl and other backed off. He cut her skin and she started to bleed clear red blood. My breatheing became faster and O screamed as a phsyco. I hated that feeling but I had to do it. I kenw the girl would be scare of me afterwards. Just like everyone was. My voice of screaming became higher and it changed. They lifted the knife to her neck and gashed long scracth there. I knew that they was going to make her die slow just for me.
- Brea! I screamed her.
Spittel slpashed out off my mouth. My ghostly glow started to fill the whole room. It was more whtie than ghost sheet or snow. My voice resonate everywhere and I yell from the bottom of my soul. I swooped to person next to the girl and I didn’t gave a damn about his knife. But he went through me and I tried to keep myself standing. I couldn’t do anything to that man. I psuhed the girl to the ground and I saw how her body just flopped down painfully. Blood on her neck splashed on me. Someone dragged the rope around my wrists and I almost fell. I yell from the pain. I couldn’t gave up because girl wasn’t dead. I still had hope. I looked around and saw in this dark hall how every ghost here was comig this way. I reached the hands holding my rope and I pressed my nails into the meat. It hurt my hands so much but I just bit my teeth together. I felt little joy when man moans like death. It shooted my ears. I fell next to the girl on the ground and looked her in panic. I turned around so I could grab her shirt with my hands. Shirt was slippery because of blood but I hold it tight. I started to tote her fast. She was heavy and my weak wrists couldn’t carry it so long. A man attacked me and dragged me on the ground. Adrenaline was already swimming in blood and takeing over the pain and feelings. I kicked him with my heels and this time them didn’t went through him. I got wound of his knife on my back but he fall down on the ground. Something sharp cut my hands and same it cut my rope. My hands started bleeding but I didn’t care. At least my hands is free now. The man on the ground tried to turn back towards me. I kicked him to stomach and grabbed the rope around his neck. I tied it hard so I didn’t need to watch him die and I could go to girl. Pound of blood under the girl was growing all the time and it made me sick. One of ghosts collapsed on my back and pulled his knife on armpit. I screamed again and its power almost paralyzed me. Then my dark side took over me. It filled all my sences and it made me ignore the deadly pain in my armpits. Then I just disapeared from them. I became a ghost. At this point I could’ve handle everything but now I broke down. Tears run on my cheeks and they blur my eyes. All work I’ve done hear to not break down just walked out of the door. I was too young for this. I couldn’t resist things longer. I closed my eyes and tears ran harder. My ear filled of voices that makes humans go crazy. All I heard was screaming and moaning. Those were voice which was only in fairytale’s dark forests hunting. I pulled girl’s hair away and looked her. Wound on her neck wasn’t so bad but it was bleeding badly. Others ghosts went off too. I couldn’t see them either. I grabbed her shirt and lug her behind me. We had to get out of here fast. She hasn’t died yet. Don’t worry, she is still alive. I tried to calm myself down. My hands shaked for pain and trying hold on the shirt. Darkness was fallen and I couldn’t see anyone. I tried to be careful where I passed but I still kind of ran across the hall. My hold slipped when someone yelled right next to me. My consciousness faltered already in unconsciousness and my thought has messed up. All I tasted and smelled was blood. I felt blood on my own shirt and how it drained down my back like cold sweat. I bumped to big woody door. We had got across the room. I almost jumped for joy. I opened the door. It was a mistake because silence filled the room and I could even hear everyone turn around. They felt comig air. I wrenched the broken girl out of the door and closed the door right behind. I took a better grip the girl and ran. We might go away but we still will leave blood behind us. I didn’t regonize this place and it had many halls where to turn but didn’t which way we should head so I kept just running forward and I hoped I will not bump to walls. I took fright when I heard them again. They were chaising us again. I couldn’t tell how far they were but I could say they will cautch us soon. My consciousness throw half way to edge of unconsciousness. Stargger while running and I fell for stair front of us. I feel every bone inside me and which way my blood is running. The girl rolls right behind me ja her flabby body lands on me. We will got caught now. Then I fall down to unconsciousness.
Never mind
Hi!
I just wanted to post something to here so I posted piece of story I have been written lately. It might be harsh or not-so-it-don’t-hurt(I mean there is violance). I would like to people’s opinion about it. But no more speaking, this is the part of the story. I hope you enjoy of reading it. (and my first language isn’t english so don’t judge me)
Okay here you go!
- Mom? I asked confused
Woman didn’t react at all even thought my voice was full of disgust and fear.
- What are you doing here?
Now she stopped doing. She pulled her raven black hair behind an ear. The movement was careful.
- Get out! You are not welcome here! I screamed to the woman.
I was angry. I didn’t want to see my real family anymore. Especially after they gave me away. They were insane. Madness belongs to their soul.
- Go! I commanded her.
The woman turned around with face looking the ground. She slowly and deliberately rise her face. A grin in her face was crazier than what Joker could do. Fear tried to eat me inside but anger pushed over it. I still tremnled when she stood up.
- I can here your madness under anger. Just like me when I was younger, she gave a gloomy laugh with her grin. I could see perfectly her white teeth so good.
- And of course I am very flattered when you called me mom, she gave me a laugh again. I kept my feet on the ground and watched the monster front of me straight to the eyes.
- I told you to get out alredy so start walking, I tried to be colder with my voice than she was.
- Yes, I’m not welcome here and blaa blaa blaa. I know dear.
She rolled her eyes to me.
- It’s wierd to hear that your own daugher wants to get rid of her mother. And don’t call me your daugher. You have no right to it anymore.
- You called me mom first, but whatever, her voice was poisonous. - and who are these people who live here? They must scare you if you setteled down in here.
Womans eyes had endless hungry in them and her face became crazier.
- What happened to your leg? Why are you limping? She asked me and came closer and kneeled down smoothly. Then I saw her so close and I realized that she wasn’t physical anymore. It didn’t mean anything good so I took a step back.
- Are you afraid of me, daughter? You really should be there where we send you because you are fear like a human, she spitted those words like dirt.
- Why did you came here? I asked her with low voice so she sould know that I can go crazy too. But the anserw I got was tormenting evil laugh and right after I felt cold knife pulling harder inside the old wound I had. Pain went through my body and my sight almost went off. My breath stopped and I could breath no more. I grabbed the knife out of my leg and threw it straight throught the woman. I heard animaly dirty laugh coming out of her beautiful face and laugh turned to insane and phsycopathical bray. Then I turned around and started to run.
scared shitless but its ok..
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE VOID STATE AND THE VOID:
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Every time I end up talking about the void state, there is a part of me that tends to raise awareness about the void itself. It is a thing the void does not help you manifest, like the void state. In this post, I will try my best to explain how much these two things are truly different.
WARNING: COGNITO HAZARD (For those who do not know, a cognito hazard is a term used to describe an image, pattern, sound, or any other kind of sensory signal that directly causes harmful or undesired physiological or physical effects to one who senses or perceives it. (It is specifically used as a warning when talking about "forced awakening" things like the void.)
You are free to believe or not believe every word I will say in this post, and you are free to not believe every word I say. If, while reading this, you start to feel a negative emotion or a sensation as if you are lost or bodily or emotionally sick, DO NOT CONTINUE READING.
let's get deeper in this rabbit hole shall we?
i will talk breefly about the void state and then i will get in a more detailed way into what the void is, just because i aready explained the void state many times.
the void state:
is a state of deep meditation where you feel like floating and feel nothingness embodies you, making you feel one with the universe helping you to manifest. (Click the name if you actually want to know more.)
the void:
The void is nothing and everything at the same time. Let me explain better: the void is a place where everything is possible and exists, but at the same time is impossible and does not exist. The thing is, the void in itself is a pass to every other dimension because every dimension resides in the void, even the cursed ones or the ones that never will be or never were timelines. As a person with a lot of experience in the void itself, I will tell you that it is not a nice place. Every kind of entity can catch you, good or evil, whatever they might be. As mere humans in the void, we are exposed to a lot of deep-rooted energy that corrupts our bodies in the long run.
As humans, in the void, we can only "survive" in the backrooms.
what is a backroom?
One thing that is definitely more popular than the void itself are the backrooms that reside in the void. The backrooms became popular around 2012 as a SCP thing as images of liminal spaces. But I assure you, they are pretty much real, and they have many levels, not in a specific order. On every level, we can find different things and different entities, as mentioned before. We can find the good ones that will try to keep you safe and the bad ones that will literally try to kill you.
I will also add that the backroom exists because we are the front room, so for every timeline in existence, there is a backroom, and much like the universe, the void is pretty much endless, so there are infinite possibilities for the frontroom and the backroom.
why im i telling you this?
because I talk from experience, and let me tell you some of them were not fun. Still to this day, when I go to sleep, I find myself in the void. Bruh, I don't know how it simply happens. And that's been my life since I was 14 years old. I had my time to understand and learn a few rules to exit the backrooms fast enough or not to be killed.
I will put them at the end, but first, a little check on the main differences that we found out about the void state and the void itself:
The void state is a meditation; the void is an "endless place.".
The void can be a dangerous place, but the void state is harmless.
The void state helps us connect with the universe; the void is not used to manifest.
The void is a constant state of rooted energy, which means, in more basic words, that the energy in the void is dirty, and on the long run, a normal human will not "survaive.". In the void state, it is your energy.
In the void state, we find only ourselves; in the void, we can find an endless amount of dimensions, timelines, frontrooms and backrooms, entities, and liminal spaces. Some are all put together.
If you decide to go into the void state, it is a conscious decision. You can mistakenly enter the void by just falling asleep.
Those are the main differences, just because I can't say much more about the void itself because, as said before, it is a forced awakening, and I don't want people to feel sick with too much information.
if by mystake you enter the backrooms here some rules that will help you get out faster:
Don't scream; you will give off your location to any type of entity. In whatever level you enter, you will find the exit in the same level.
Not every level is scary. Some have flowers and are pretty; others are simple rooms. Those levels are safe as long as you don't hurt yourself. Be careful.
Don't take stairs, and don't jump in holes or on poles. Again, you will find the exit on the same level as you entered.
If you see fluffy entities, look at their eyes first. If the eyes are blue, they are friendly; any other color is to be avoided.
There is only one entity that is 100% friendly and will help you. It looks like a shadow with no features; it does not talk, but you will understand her.
If you hear a sound, go in the opposite direction; if you feel like a sound surrounds you, hide and stay still no matter what; some entities don't have eyes.
If you can't find the exit, pray to whatever god you believe in, and good entities will find you and help you.
On rare occasions, you might find other humans; don't trust them; they are no longer humans.
and I think that I said everything that has to be said. If you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them, and I hope you did not feel sick or do any negative things from this post.
Underground Armageddon - AU of my friend, which tells about an underground catastrophe, after which the life of its inhabitants has changed a lot.
Asgore grew up to 2 thousand meters, received curved horns piercing 2 human souls, another soul flies over his head, 4 soul, slightly wounded in the battle with Undyne, is embedded in Asgore's body, 5 the same soul is imprinted in a trident. Asgore's jaw is partially rotted, an inverted cross is visible on his forehead, and his stomach was cut by an Undyne spear, which makes the intestines visible . Asgore's arms have become longer, so the trident has become a crude weapon, like a club, which he drags on the ground... #Underground_Armageddon
New wallpapers Minimalistic but they show my fav anti teory with is that he is lonely and he just wants to be loved Adopt lil anti wallpaper to make him happy haha No like realy i hope you like them
So, I did a thing. Please take a chance to check it out.
Want to hear more about why I love monsters and scary stuff? How does an Autistic Adventurer survive the scares at Knott's Scary Farm and Halloween Horror Nights? Check out this article I wrote on Medium to explore my personal theories on horror and scare events.
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THE BELDAM!! I HOPE I DID GOOD!!! IM SO FREAKING NERVOUS!
Loving this creepy art, inspired by Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark!
The Tragic Tale of the 2000 Uganda Cult Massacre
In the heart of Africa, nestled within the lush landscapes of Uganda, there existed a community that was once vibrant and filled with life. It was the year 2000, a time when hope and fear coexisted in the shadows of the Rwenzori Mountains. Amidst the beauty of this region, a sinister darkness began to unfurl, one that would culminate in an unimaginable tragedy: the Uganda cult massacre
The Genesis of a Movement
Joseph Kibwetere, a former politician turned spiritual leader, was the man behind the Movement for the Restoration of the Ten Commandments of God. Alongside his co-founders, Credonia Mwerinde and Dominic Kataribabo, he preached a message of strict adherence to the Ten Commandments, apocalyptic warnings, and a promise of salvation from an impending apocalypse predicted to occur at the dawn of the new millennium.
Kibwetere and his followers retreated to the village of Kanungu, creating a secluded and insular community. Their doctrines were extreme, forbidding even the simplest of pleasures and demanding absolute obedience. This cult, which many believed would offer them redemption, was slowly turning into a prison for its members.
Signs of Trouble:
As the year 2000 approached, the pressure within the community began to build. Kibwetere's predictions of the apocalypse had not materialized. Disillusionment and dissent started to seep through the once unified group. Members sold their possessions and handed over their wealth to the cult leaders in preparation for the promised salvation, only to find themselves trapped in a cycle of exploitation and manipulation.
Rumors of abuse, forced labor, and coerced donations reached the ears of local authorities and concerned relatives. Yet, the tight-knit nature of the cult and the remote location of Kanungu made intervention difficult. The cult leaders maintained a façade of peace and piety, skillfully evading scrutiny.
The Day of Reckoning:
On March 17, 2000, the tranquility of Kanungu was shattered. The day began like any other, with prayers and rituals. But there was an undercurrent of unease, an ominous sense that something terrible was about to happen. The cult leaders gathered their followers into their church, a simple yet solemn building that stood as a testament to their faith.
As the congregation assembled, the doors were locked from the outside. In an act of chilling premeditation, the church was doused in gasoline and set ablaze. Flames quickly engulfed the building, trapping over 500 men, women, and children inside. Their screams echoed through the village, a haunting symphony of despair and horror.
Witnesses reported seeing thick, black smoke billowing into the sky, a grim beacon signaling the end of the Movement for the Restoration of the Ten Commandments of God. By the time authorities arrived, it was too late. The church was reduced to smoldering ruins, and the charred remains of the victims were all that was left of the once-vibrant community.
The Aftermath
In the days that followed, investigators uncovered a series of mass graves across properties owned by the cult, revealing that the fire was only part of a broader, orchestrated plan of mass murder. The total death toll was estimated to be over 700, making it one of the deadliest cult-related massacres in history.
The leaders of the cult, including Kibwetere and Mwerinde, were initially believed to have perished in the fire. However, their bodies were never conclusively identified, leading to speculation and conspiracy theories about their fates. Some believe they may have escaped, vanishing into the shadows they had long manipulated.
A Legacy of Pain and Reflection:
The Uganda cult massacre left an indelible mark on the nation and the world. It served as a grim reminder of the dangers posed by manipulative leaders who exploit faith and fear for their own gain. The tragedy sparked conversations about the need for vigilance, education, and support to prevent such atrocities in the future.
For the survivors and the families of the victims, the wounds remain deep. The memory of that fateful day lingers, a painful chapter in Uganda's history. Yet, amid the sorrow, there is also a call for resilience and hope, a testament to the strength of the human spirit in the face of unspeakable horror.
In the quiet corners of Kanungu, where the land is now reclaimed by nature, the echoes of the past still resonate. The story of the 2000 Uganda cult massacre is a somber one, a tale of deception, faith, and ultimate tragedy that serves as a poignant reminder of the fragility of human life and the enduring quest for truth and justice.
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“evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.” - criminal minds
it was nearly 4 am as red light streamed out the bar, sifting through drunk legs. it was closing time, even in new york city.
“let me take you home,” he asked; breath smelling more metallic than his eyebrow piercing.
she smiled into his swirling eyes,
and she was never seen again.
- myra