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ChristmastideThe cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
The candles gaily glow;
The stars emit a kinder light
Above the drifted snow.
Down from the sky a magic steals
To glad the passing year,
And belfries sing with joyous peals,
For Christmastide is here!
Candy Apple Punch
6 cups cranberry-apple drink
3 cups water
15 hard cinnamon candies
1 (6-ounce) can thawed limeade concentrate, undiluted
Combine all the ingredients in a large pitcher. Cover and chill 8 hours or until candies are dissolved. Pour mixture into a large Dutch oven, and cook over medium heat until thoroughly heated
The Creepypast Survival Guide1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.
2.Actually mirrors are a general "NO", In creepypasta world, there is nothing more sinister.
3.There is zero chance of survival if you look at the thing that no one else can see or answer its question incorrectly.
4.If you are alone at night in a creepy mental institution, take some time to consider what the fuck are you doing there, then, if it is appropriate to do so, leave.
5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back or died inexplicably.
6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to come with you, it would probably be in your best interests to politely decline.
7.Killing is the last method of survival, use it sparingly but without fear.
8.WHO WAS PHONE? is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead person's sexy daughter. A douche is who.
9.Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 silver bullets. If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation,
CreepyPasta- Two years agoYou've been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.
Every night, you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house, but you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night, you peek into your sister's room and see she's fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father's snore as you pass your parents' door.
You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally, one morning, you decide to tell your mother about your late-night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her, a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says,
"Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago."
You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead.
Lost Episode - Boss RossBefore Bob Ross had a career television show, he shot his own home videos from his basement. This was even before he was in the Air Force. His brother, Jim Ross, recovered most of the tapes from Bob's ex-wife's home in 1995 before the fire that burned it down. There was one particular home video that disturbed him greatly, which he describes in the following text.
Most of Bob's tapes were almost generally the same as The Joy of Painting. They were fun to watch as this was an earlier version of his work and he had more of a cartoonish style back then.
I remember the last tape I watched. The video was labeled 'Joy of Painting' so I assumed that's where the title for his show came from. The tape started the same, typical way you'd see on the real show. He was smiling in his basement with a blank canvas and a cart of paints, ready to spill his imagination and make it come to life.
I noticed most of the paints on his palette were of dark reds and blacks; there were no blues, yellows, or any
CreepyPasta- One of ThemAny night, around ten or eleven PM, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second - no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word, "One," out loud and stop.
Your breath will catch in your throat and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again - however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold, metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hur
The female ran through the forest, bloody, tears blinding her path. All she heard was that maniacal laugh ringing through her ears over and over again. As if it was right behind her. She ran as far as she could with no purpose. Only to get away.
She suddenly fell, her foot numb. Slowly, she looked down at her foot. Crimson red coated her ankle and her whole foot was numb, her heart pounding in her ears, her foot caught in the unforgiving hold of an iron trap. Her hands came forward, trying to pry it open but her shriek echoed throughout the forest.
The girl sobbed, trying to get her foot free from the iron trap's grasp.
“Is this really how it ends? I bleed to death from my ankle after all of that?” She thought to herself, a dry sob coming from her sore throat. She stopped trying to fiddle with the iron trap as she put her hands to her sides in defeat and cried. This was it. Death's door would soon open and beckon her and she slowly closed her eyes....
Then, as light
All Around the Mulberry BushMokalo sighed despairingly and crossed her arms. She was sitting in her computer chair, her feet up on the desk, feeling both sad and bored. Things hadn't been going so well and she needed something to get her mind off her troubles.
Warm spring air was blowing gently into the room through the open window and birds chirped contently outside so Makalo leisurely stood and stretched.
“I suppose a walk can't hurt,” she mumbled to herself. She put on her shoes and grabbed a jacket just in case before heading outside for a quick walk. She walked towards the center of town, kicking the occasional rock, and trying to make herself feel better. Cars passed her unhurriedly and people milled around and past her, riding bikes, pushing baby carts, jogging, and she began to relax a bit.
She looked at the shops as she walked, window shopping, and at the crosswalk she waited at the light before crossing. The second she reached the other side of the street a few clouds covered the sun and she
Lost him at the Mall
We arrived at the mall around 3 pm. I had left my husband home since he had complained about the flu he had been having for a few days. My two sons, Jimmy and Ian, were sitting in the back talking about some game Ian had just bought.
Both boys had brown short hair and they were a little shorter than kids were usually around their age. Ian was 12 and Jimmy 10. I asked them to get out of the car and gave them the lists of what we were going to buy. Jimmy tried to go running off but I called him back.
“I need to lock the car first”, I said.
“Okay…” Jimmy whined.
Ian seemed a little off. He was often quite deep in thoughts whenever we went outside. We had discussed it before and I knew he was embarrassed about going to the mall with me. Something his friends had said probably, but he wouldn’t tell me the reason.
“Come on guy, cheer up!” I said and got him moving. Jimmy pushed him even.
“Come on bro! Move, we don’t have the whole
Don't Look Up: A short creepypasta You know what it's like between the seasons, right? When the temperature spazzes out before settling on a more reasonable temperature? Well it's one of those days today, but it's still a nice day, I guess.
I was home alone doing some spring cleaning, after letting my room go to shit all winter I figured it was in order. Unlike last year I decided to go all out, moving couches and dusting shelves, when I found a pad of post-it notes.
The top note had some writing on it so I read it. "In the closet." I walked over to the closet to see if there was something I'd left in there. If I had written myself a note I figured it might be important. When I finished looking I saw that another note had been scrawled on the same note as the last one. "By the bed." I didn't remember seeing that when I read the last one. I put the pad in my pocket and decided not to think about it, but the funny thing was, I kept grabbing it out of my pocket, and writing things, wi
Few Sentence Horror Story: My Little BrotherI remember seeing my mother's face go white when we heard my baby brother screaming from another room.
Only now, years later, do I realize I was an only child.
The Devil, the Sinner, and the HypocriteIn my younger years, around the time when I was on my youth’s deathbed, I had a generous friend named Hanna. She was a slender creature, she was, and she wore the darkest clothes I have ever witnessed on a person. She was not the prettiest of creatures either, in fact she never smiled, and she always hid her face behind her autumn red hair. Hanna loved the snow. She had told me once that she thought death was beautiful because it meant there will be a new beginning.
I remembered asking her what she believed in, and she told me in a quiet whisper that she believed in nothing. She believed not in a God, heroes, or any of the things that is preach on a day to day basis. I suppose no one looked at her the same when the word slipped. I was the only one she told to, so when I went to tell what had happened, that it wasn’t my fault that she is now condemned for being an atheist, she simply nodded. There was no anger. There was nothing. I watched her fade into the crowd as if her e
Tremors 5 chapter 3: Sarah gets eatenwe climbed off of the roofs and landed on the ground, we aimed our riffles everywhere, waiting for the worms to attack. Lori stayed back behind me while Brandyn, Jessica, Garrett and Jordan advanced forward with their guns aimed at the ground, my combat boots dug deep into the sand. the ground suddenly started shaking, "its here guys!" Sarah shouted, her cowgirl boots dug deep into the ground as well. she wiped sweat off of her bare stomach with her left hand, sweat dripped from her brown hair. "im not used to sweating like this" Sarah said with an exhausted look on her face.
"well you are from Asia" jack said with a grin, everyone looked at him with anger in their eyes. he lowered his eyes and apologized, we accepted his apology and readied ourselves for the huge battle. the ground shook even harder underneath us, knocking Sarah and i over, i fell on my back and she fell flat on her stomach. the graboid popped out of the ground right in front of her, she let out a horrified scream. th
Story so scary YOU WILL SHITI live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.”
Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.
The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.
A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”
Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a tur
CREEPYPASTA: POODLE CUT
In the summer of 1996, the town of Newport Bay was struck by an odd and gristly phenomenon. Earlier that year, the employees of a small animal shelter had been found mauled and eaten, by what appeared to be a rather large animal. The location and severity of the wounds added to the already powerful feelings of dread, fear and paranoia the residents were experiencing. Being eaten alive is often thought to be one of the worst ways to go, and while everyone has their own opinions on the worst ways to die, no one really wants to dwell on this morbid topic for long. Those unfortunate enough to hear the news, or even worse; be at the scene and accidentally witness the bloody corpses as they were being dragged away by paramedics, were no different. It was said to have caused a lump to rise within their throats, and even the bravest of folks had grown sick and pale. But perhaps the mist unsettling fact of all, was that the animal responsible had never been found. Around the town, paranoia was
Fact and FancyHow dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,
And wreck the solace of the poet's mood!
Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoic's art,
Rejects the language of the glowing heart;
Dissolves sweet Nature to a mess of laws;
Condemns th' effect whilst looking for the cause;
Freezes poor Ovid in an iced review,
And sneers because his fables are untrue!
In search of hope the hopeful zealot goes,
But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!
Stay! Vandal sophist, whose deep lore would blast
The grateful legends of the storied past;
Whose tongue in censure flays th' embellish'd page,
And scorns the comforts of a dreary age:
Wouldst strip the foliage from the vital bough
Till all men grow as wisely dull as thou?
Happy the man whose fresh, untainted eye
Discerns a Pantheon in the spangled sky;
Finds sylphs and dryads in the waving trees,
And spies soft Notus in the southern breeze
For whom the stream a cheering carol s
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