You've just been Spooked by The Spookerer
Bad luck indeed OP
for some reason this image scares me, maybe it will scare you.
I have met the goat man and he took my friend.
Fucking skin walkers man. It's the white mans curse for coming to these lands. I've dealt with these fucks as a kid. Had dreams about them and such. My childhood home was built on an Osage Indian burial ground.y grandparents also lived on the land and had multiple cows die for no reason and their crops tasted great but made us all sick.
Skinwalkers are a meme and so is indian medicine.
I laughed at a medicine man as he put his bad meme magic on me for dumping his daughter. Literally nothing bad has come of it in 3 years now.
These stories give me emotional orgasms. The thought of going up against something like this. Viciously attacking it in a more feral way than it. Making it my bitch. Digging my teeth into it's flesh as it screams at the mistake it made. Ripping it's throat. Gouging it's eyes. Breaking it's bones and making it suffer. I AM THE FUCKING DESTROYER OF WORLDS CONQUERER OF KINGDOMS AND EVEN THE MIGHTIEST OF CREATURES QUAKE BEFORE MY TERROR
You can joke all you want dude. You don't know what power native Americans have with the spiritual world.
Also another story here in Missouri that we have apart from natives haunting us is the goat man. This fucker is real, I've seen him as a child, before I knew what it was.
>be living outside Vienna, MO (small town USA)
>was walking along the road to my friends house
>smell an awful stench like that of a rotting corpse
>get drawn into the field between my house and friend's
>see a dismembered carcass of a deer along with like 3 or 4 crows.
>blood everywhere but no bullet holes or anything else that could have killed the animals
>no signs of coyotes eating the Caracass
>look over in the field farther out towards the Indian mounds behind our houses
>see a guy with a goat like head.
>fucking bolt to friend's house and ask if his parents saw it
>they say no but they tell me about the goat man
I've never admitted to anyone that I've seen it because They'd think I'm nuts. I was even recently asked by a friend where I live now (Columbia) if I had ever seen him. She's from the same area as me originally and said her sister saw him
Also here's a geeentext from a nigga in fort lenordwood that saw it
He lives at the Neutral Milk Hotel...
The greatest threat, or our only hope? As I laid in bed staring at electron micrographs of virus the thought occupied my mind, that perhaps virus are the only thing preserving carbon life in the universe.
It is possible that this universe is a simulation by a higher form of life that is attempting to exterminate carbon life from it's own universe.
>We need immortality
>We need to colonize mars
>We need to terraform earth
>We need to mitigate seismic instability
>We need better nuclear facilities
>We need better grand designers
>We need better air quality control
>We need better understanding of our drugs
>We need better surveillance
>We need better dentistry
>We need better simulations
>We need better vocabulary
>We need better traitors
>We need better goals
>We need better self awareness
~North Korea's got nukes lulz
The story details I have are: Asian man at nuclear factory got a heavy 5 second dose or something like that, and since he was doomed he let doctors run tests and research on him as he literally wasted away over the course of a few weeks (skin melting, body parts falling off, it's kind of like leprosy)
I've got a good story I was about to post on /k/ if anyone is interested. Personal story, not a greentext though and I know on /b/ that shit is like an uberfag thing to do.
Wrote it in hopes to submit it to Darkness Prevails for him to read it or something, IDK. Just kind of feel like I need to share it.
I got some personal ghost stories that took place at the home I'm in right now. Believe it or not I'm spilling truth
Inb4 "The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact."
>high school senior 17yo
>get up at 6am for school cause we start at 8
>wake up and do whole morning routine
>still fighting urge to go back to bed
>reach down to pick up bag to leave
>something blows on my neck around my ear
>exactly like someone blowing out a candle
>mfw there's no one there
>mfw no one's in the house
>mfw all windows are closed
This is just one account in the long line of ghost shit I've experienced in this one house. I've been known my house was haunted so it's all good. This happened 2 years ago from now
Yeah, like Trump's a breath of fresh air.
Part of me thinks this could be the ultimate training excersise. To see what you do under SUPER SERIOUS MEGA REAL PRESSURE. they probably lure them in to encourage a supernatural fire fight. If you can handle 7 foot tall goat monsters some shit smeared Allah snack bar motherfucker from dirt and sand city out east doesn't stand a chance.
I wrote it and saved it on a MS: Word document. Not going to re-write it because it is night time and literally just thinking about it is making me nauseous.
My parents live up in Whitetail, Montana on a small little ranch they bought when they retired, and recently invited me up there to check the property out. I was reluctant at first, being a full-time student at the University of Montana in Missoula with finals approaching quicker than anticipated. I was even more discouraged when I looked up the distance and discovered it was a roughly nine hour drive, not including traffic leaving Missoula. But, due to my mother's persistence, I was convinced to take the trip on that Friday after my lecture- to which I neglected to realize a term paper was due by midnight, causing a delay in my departure home... One which I'd heavily regret.
Instead of leaving the dorms at around noon, I managed to squeeze every last bit of mental strength I had to finish the essay, which took up until around six in the evening to accomplish. Already heavily behind schedule, I hit the road and stopped very little, except for gas to make up for lost time. By the time I was within five miles of Whitetail, I had the urge to pee and despite my attempts, I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I pulled onto an unlit side road (Which the GPS said would be a short-cut to the address my parents gave me) and drove another two or so miles with my legs crossed tightly down the dark road before my headlights hit an old gate in the distance, which barred me from continuing the trek. Exhausted both mentally and physically, I pulled over about sixty feet from the gate right next to a relatively deep ditch and got out to relieve myself in front of the headlights. While doing my business, a sudden feeling of dread struck me like a hammer, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood erect; something inside of me was telling me I needed to leave, and now.
I hurried up and finished my business before I returned to my car, locked the doors and began a three-point turn to return to the main road, as the side road wasn't wide enough for me to maneuver without landing hood-first into the other ditch. As my headlights swung back around, though, they caught something that made my blood run cold. There was something crawling out of the ditch, about six feet from the passenger side of the car, hunkered low to the ground. It's almost albino colored body was that of a humanoid in dimension, yet it prowled like a tiger ready to pounce. The frame, yet laying near prone had to be easily six or seven feet in length, and its head oval in shape yet lacking basic features such as ears, hair or a nose. I couldn't help but slam on my breaks, keeping the upper portion of the thing in the beams of my headlights. The thing froze, as if surprised that it was spotted before it cocked a slow, malicious grin which exposed an array of jagged, sharp teeth. My heart was racing as I gripped onto the steering wheel and sunk down into the seat. I couldn't see its eyes, as the upper portion of the thing's face was caked with mud and grass, but that fucking grin was all I needed to see to make the decision to speed away- however, my body was frozen in fear. My conscious was screaming bloody murder at me, but my legs wouldn't budge. After a brief pause, the thing lulled its head to the right before taking a very slow step closer towards the passenger side door, and it was around this time when tears welled up in my eyes. I thought I was going to die, but my body finally budged. I stepped on the gas, and sped off out of there going ninety up until I got back onto the well-lit main road.
. I eventually slowed down as I broke into Whitetail city limits, but chose to park at another very well lit convenient store until sunrise, not wanting to risk the possibility running into more of these things on the not-so-well lit road I had to take to get to the ranch. I spent the rest of the weekend locked in the guest bedroom with the curtains pulled shut and the lights left on.
What haunts me about this experience is whatever it is that I saw was undoubtedly attempting to stalk down the ditch to get to me when I had my back unknowingly turned to it while relieving myself. I was being hunted by the 'Thing', and if it weren't for some form of primal Human instinct inside of me telling me something was wrong, I might not be here today to write this. I still don't know what that thing is, but I was close enough to know it wasn't fucking natural.
I was a broke college kid who ate Rammen for breakfast/lunch/dinner/dessert. I didn't have enough money to buy a $200 gun. I couldn't even afford a Red Ryder BB gun, which was $20. I had to balance phone bills, dorm expenses, food and schooling. It wasn't a fun time.
Mom had to drop like $50 before I left in my debit because I was overdrawn like 20 bucks and I needed money for more gas.
After that I kept a hatchet under my seat and a aluminum baseball bat in the back seat/trunk.
You're a fucking moron and you deserve to live in a country that lets predatory rich liars seize power and feather their own nests at the expense of the people they are supposed to be leading.
>Tfw you get arrested for it and the cops don't believe the story of why you have it
>get home late
>see ventriloquist dummy on couch
>I don't have a ventriloquist dummy
>slam door shut
>hear feet running to door
>I jump each level of stairs down
>run to diner across street
>tell them 1/2
>take me up
>everything looks ok
>cops wait, grab my things
>never go back
We've got bears, bobcats and wolves in Montana. I don't think the police would give a shit, they'd probably make notes of who I am and shit, but I don't think they would jail me for stuff like that.
Now I have a gun, but back then I was a poor college kid. If a road is dark or not as lit, I don't drive down it anymore. I hardly go anywhere when it is dusk out.
I'm fucking terrified of it, even though I've got a gun. I want to lie to myself and say it was a deformed bobcat or something, but I was close enough and wide awake to see it. It was what it was, and fuck that shit, and fuck Whitetail. I skype them now, instead of visit. I refuse to.
>Is only scared of "THE GAYS" coming to infect them
>Sees 12 foot tall skinny clawed creature with black fur screeching running at him
"GIT OFF MAH PRAHPITY YA DAMN NIGGER YA AINT GON SODOMIZE ME YA DAMN QUEER, FUCKIN DAMN GAY NIGGERS GO CLIMB A TREE SOMEWHERE ELSE YA DANG MONKEY BOI!"
I've never seen one live past 15 all the cats around here in CT get cancer. That's probably not a good sign about CT is it? My two cats got melanoma and throat cancer at 11 years and 13 years, my friends cats got liver cancer and brain cancer after 9 and 11 years. My other friend had his cat die from throat cancer at 10 years. And my aunt had 2 that died from stomach cancer and some cancer in the mouth at 12 years each
Do you want to see something which is existentially terrifying? I can teach you how to see the Doppelganger, the alienated self-which-is-not-self. I'm a Jungian mystic. I do lucid dreaming and I talk to gods and demons. Don't ask me to tell you unless you're prepared to follow through.
I see a conjoined twin angel standing atop a pedestal while four poltergeists swing an incense-containers in symmetrical opposition between the front and back corners surrounding said angel.
If you're unfamiliar with the Doppelganger experience, people have reported them for centuries. One day they wake up and discover a stranger who looks exactly like them is going through the motions of their daily life. The person follows this duplicate -- or Doppelganger -- around, and everyone is acting perfectly normals. No one notices the "extra" hanging around watching, either.
Of course, what's actually happening is that the person has become alienated from her- or himself, experiencing their own life as if from the position of an observer. But people usually die very shortly after having a Doppelganger experience, and it is associated with death. Do you still want to see the Doppelganger? If you do, I will teach you how to see it -- or rather, I will teach you how to dissociate yourself from your conscious identity and see yourself as an alien and hostile force.
Yeah I figured that, but that thing was his neighbor who got so messed up from his experiments he started kidnapping kids in costumes and somehow he snuck into the guy's house and took his kid?
>how am i the only one who sees this
Caduceus is a winged staff with two snakes wrapped around it. It was an ancient astrological symbol of commerce and is associated with the Greek god Hermes, the messenger for the gods, conductor of the dead and protector of merchants and thieves.
You will need two things: a handheld mirror and a candle. This is called "mirror scrying" and has been used for centuries by mystics and shamans. In a dark room, light the candle and hold the mirror such that you can only see the outline of your face clearly, while the features themselves remain shadowy and hard to see. Now just continue staring.
Eventually what will happen is the face in the mirror will begin to change somehow. It's hard to describe, but you'll know it when you see it. Without visibly changing, suddenly the face will become alien. The reason for this phenomenon is that a different part of the brain is used for edge recognition than is normally used for recognizing face patterns. You are seeing your face, but it has now become a stranger's face, triggering that terrifying sense of alienation from your own identity.
Now, if you angle the mirror slightly away from your own face, you may see other... things around you. This is why scrying has been used for so long. Once you've alienated yourself from your sense of personal identity, you achieve ego-death -- what the Buddhists call "satori" -- and become aware of the other archetypal entities which share your mind and brain with you, but which only become evident when you've suppressed the illusion of "I".
Not sure I deserve thanks. It's one of the most terrifying things you're likely to experience. Salvia divinorum has been used for millennia by mystics and shamans to achieve the same effect, that of ego death. If you want to see what ego death is like for someone who is not disciplined and spiritually prepared for such an experience, go to YouTube and search for "salvia freak-outs".
It's the skull, again the skull, it won't leave me, I can't stare at it, because I won't be able to stop staring at it, his gaze crushes me, the skull of a canine I believe, it sees me, motionless but I know what he wants, his eyes tell me, he wishes for my death and when I see him I fell him draining my life,the dread, oh god it wont leave me, make him leave me, his ears only make it more human and conscious, oh god stop him, someone, the skull, the skull, ell the skull to stop, stop, the skull, make him stop, don't let him take me oh god, please, tell him to stop please, no the skill, not the skull please the skull, he's coming for me, I have stared at it for too long I know hes here now oh god dont let hm take me
You've got good taste friend
Well, doing exercises like mirror scrying is one way to prepare yourself. The reason psychotropic drugs work is they mimic chemicals already present in the brain. That means there's nothing a drug can do which you can't also achieve through meditation and biofeedback. The reason shamans and mystics use drugs is as a short-cut; it might take hours to achieve satori through meditation, but you can get there in 15 seconds with salvia. By getting there the hard way first, you develop the discipline and spiritual maturity to handle the drugs to get there again later.
You probably sleep under a layer of dirt and sacrifice turtles to a sun god and drink bird blood mixed with deer urine and all that shit don't you? Don't fuck with shit you know nothing about. Even worse. Don't fuck with shit you know little about cause knowing your feeble human brain. You'll fuck it up
I'm a Jungian mystic and a professional tarot reader. Furthermore, I make it a point to explain to all my clients that what I do has nothing to do with the supernatural, and that tarot is a form of applied psychology for digging below the surface of the subconscious mind using the phenomenon of apophenia.
Did this guy actually fucking say that?
You know what they say about patrolling the Mojave...
So you're saying doppelgangers are what? All in your head? So people are crazy big deal. And tarot? Go back to pulling rabbits out of hats. I respect your line of work the same way as a autistic fuck puts a pineapple on a pedestal and calls himself the next Michaelangelo. Yes it technically counts but knowing what button shoots a gun in cod and getting a 50 kill streak are very far apart
That's a woman's face, partially covered by hair
I've written and rewritten this response several times. I've just come to the conclusion that any attempt to explain any of the psychological phenomena involved would be a waste of time, since I don't think you're capable of understanding, and if you were, have no interest in doing so.
Have a nice life.
I didn't need to sleep anyway. Lucky I'm in the swamplands down southeast so no skinwalkers round here.
>My closet was making noises in the night
>Checked several times, but the source does't appear
>Decided to put a camera
>Check the recording
>Shit, pic related
>Moved the next day, it was an apartment after all
So theres a guy who's been stalking and attacking this person and his things, the cops know, and they haven't taken him out yet? I don't understand how this is possible, they would have just set up a SWAT team and put a bullet in him from 1000 yards one of his attack nights, or they could rig the premesis with explosives, anything.
Low effort fiction imo
Playing hl2, shooting bad guys with random civilian npcs in the scene. One lower poly npc walks in front of my Character and looks at me, he starts crying in a fearful hysterical way, starts yelling how he's in hell he's in hell and he doesn't understand what's happening, his voice sounds like he's gasping for air the whole time, he keeps screaming that he's confused and doesn't understand anything. He told me not to Make it dark, he can't stand the sounds when it goes dark. I shut off my pc.
Thats bullshit. Your new agey mirror scrying tarot shit is bullshit and why /x died.
Hit up an actual First Nations tribe for some ritual participation. Most of them are old timers are want to keep their culture alive. There is no "shortcut." You are pumped so full of drugs you dont know heaven or hell or who you are and no amount of spoopy will match having your soul peeled back by a mug of ayahuasca, finding out who you really are and wandering around not caring if you are alive or dead.
I got buried in a coffin by a cult in Korea for 12 hours to see what it was like and that is still not comparable to the shit I saw hanging with the Hopi & Zuni two years ago or a sensory deprivation tank.
This guy gets it. Talks cheap. You wont know the warmth and suffering of the flame until you hold it in your hand.
>Thats bullshit. Your new agey mirror scrying tarot shit is bullshit and why /x died.
Sounds about right. I can barely stand to go on there anymore because of so many edgy posers saying they can summon demons or have been to the nth dimension.
This is the fate of every white man once the Jew finally accomplishes their goal.
except humans are born in a room full of doctors, most humans put their minds together to accomplish great feats, and many humans die surrounded by family and friends
you're only alone in life because you choose to be