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What is that thing?

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>>17810639
Skynet baby terminator... This is just the beginning!

>>17810682
Of all things why a baby like why not a full person, although a baby robot would be more convincing because of its simpler movements and thoughts

Because you don't know what's on the other side.

It's completely normal, don't worry. It's that fear of the unknown. It's a survival instinct kicking in, and decidedly not paranormal.

>>17810553
>>17810551
Thank you, my mind can finally rest.

>>17810252
>Do you guys think Lee Harvey Oswald really killed JFK?
No, Oswald only appeared to kill JFK

>If so, do you think he was the only one??
No, there are many, many Oswalds out there.

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I wonder who was behind it.

redearch George Bush sr

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This is some freaky shit.
youve earned a motherfucking bump for interest

>>17810191

This is the site. Demonical.com

I don't want to sell my soul if it's not 100% to Him, cause I really need this favor.

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>>17810109

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. I tried to suppress the strange feeling that I was not alone. I reached out to feel my way and touched what seemed to be a large inflated bag floating on the overhead. As I pushed it away, my bare hand plunged through what felt like a mass of rotted sponge. I realized with horror that the “bag” was a body without a head.

Gritting my teeth, I shoved the corpse as hard as I could. As it drifted away, its fleshless fingers raked across my rubberized suit, almost as if the dead sailor were reaching out to me in a silent cry for help.

I fought to choke down the bile that rose in my throat. That bloated torso had once contained viscera, muscle, and firm tissue. It had been a man. I could hear the quickening thump of my pulse.

For the first time I felt confined in the suffocating darkness and had to suppress the desire to escape. “Breathe slowly, breathe deeply,” I commanded myself. I must stay calm, professional, detached. The dangers from falling wreckage, holes in the deck, and knife-sharp jagged edges were real, formidable hazards. I must not succumb to terror over something that could not harm me.

I concentrated on finding the first road sign before starting toward the shop.

“Topside, I’m facing the bulkhead and my left hand is on the fire hydrant.”

A voice answered. “Move to your left about ten feet and reach your hand up to the overhead and you should feel a large blower motor. Continue six feet beyond and you will feel a watertight door in the after bulkhead of the workshop.

I did as instructed and felt my way through the darkness toward the door to the machine shop, accompanied only by the sound of the air hissing into my helmet from the air hose trailing behind me.

At the shop doorway I hesitated and drew my lifeline toward me. “I’m inside the shop doorway.” There was that feeling again.

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>>17810112

“Turn and face the after bulkhead and move to your right about twenty feet. There should be a fire hydrant on the bulkhead waist high.”

“Got it.”

“Good. Now turn around, and with your back to the bulkhead, slowly walk forward through the shop.”

Then I got the eerie feeling again that I wasn’t alone. Something was near. I felt the body floating above me. Soon the overhead was filled with floating forms.

Obviously, my movement through the water created a suction effect that drew the floating masses to me. Their skeletal fingers brushed across my copper helmet. The sound reminded me of the tinkle of oriental wind chimes.

This time I did not panic. Instead, I gently pushed the bodies clear and moved through the compartment. I shuffled through the workshop area, threading my way around lathes, milling machines, and drill presses. I stopped and again found myself surrounded by ghostly bloated forms floating on the overhead, all without heads. This shop had been the damage control battle station for one hundred of the crew. The violent explosions from bombs and torpedoes, plus the forceful impact of water, must have thrown the sailors like rag dolls against bulkheads, breaking their necks and severing skulls from spines. Voracious scavenger crabs had finished the job.

It was not something I wanted to think about, and I pushed it from my mind as I moved forward again. That is when I stumbled over what felt like a torpedo, the object I had come down here to find.

“Topside, I found it. I’m at the nose cone.”

“Careful,” warned the voice from topside. “That’s where the detonator is located.”

“I know. I’m still at the nose cone. It’s wedged under a lathe. As soon as I circle this machine, I’ll feel my way down the torpedo body and attach the propeller lock.”

“Keep us posted on your progress.”

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>>17810117

Then, as if someone had thrown a switch, my air supply stopped. “What’s wrong with my air supply?” I yelled.

No answer. The topside phone key was depressed, but all I could hear was panic-stricken shouting.

I quickly closed the exhaust valve in my helmet before all the air escaped from my helmet and suit. “Take in my slack, I’m coming up,” I yelled, fear rising in my voice.

Back came a rapid reply, “Your lifeline is hung up. Retrace your steps and clear it as quickly as you can.” I knew the oxygen remaining in my helmet could not sustain life for more than two minutes. By now the air had escaped from my suit, causing the dress to press tightly against my torso, the pressure from the surrounding water flattening it. As the pressure increased, I felt the huge roiling mass of panic surge into my throat. I tried desperately to hold back the growing anxiety within me. I had seen what terror could do to a man. It could take possession of mind and body and prevent him from helping himself, even cause him to give up completely. I told myself to concentrate on surviving.

I grabbed the lifeline and started back, pulling hand over hand toward the access trunk. The 196 pounds of diving equipment on my shoulders became an incredible weight. Without buoyancy in my suit, it became a heavy burden dragging me down.

Stumbling, wildly now, I crashed through the corpses, my breath quick and shallow from fear and exertion. Blind terror could destroy me. I fought it as best as I could. I finally felt where a loop in my air hose was caught on the handwheel of a lathe. I cleared my lines and yelled, “Take up my slack!”

Almost immediately, I felt the answering strain on the lines as my diving tenders heaved them in.

“It’s free,” someone shouted over the phone. “Stay calm. We’ll have you up in a minute.”

I did not have breath enough to answer.

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>>17809984
Also, don't give me some roleplay bullshit.

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Random bump

>>17809999
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes

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>>17809823
>is it legit?

>>17809830
so did you watch it?

A new better Ouija?

well that was fucking boring

>>17809806
you are such a faggot, OP

this is not how you start a thread

>>17811069

This isn't even the first time he's done this.

>>17809806

Fuck off, autist.

Disinteresting prolonged shit written by a 13 year old.

>>17809666
>Hunting
>Pellet Gun

KEK

>>17809686
dont be a cuck he rolled 666 pls go on op if you are typing

about 17 and it was in the 50s. Turns out his grandfather was about the same age and had a very similar story.

>his grandfather lived in town
>he went riding in the evenings often
>would ride the trails along the river that cuts through our town, wandering and exploring
>one evening, he's riding along when he hears sobbing
>is instantly frightened - the story of la llorona is associated with this river
>realizes it's not a womans voice, it's a boys
>notices a small boy sitting beside the trail, crying
>tries talking to the boy, but gets no response
>decides the boy must be lost and frightened
>he tells the boy he will take him into town, and helps him onto the horse
>boy stops crying as they ride
>about halfway to town, the boy starts cackling
>looks back at child, its eyes are a dark red and he notices its teeth end in nasty points
>he panics, trys to puch boy off back of horse
>boy latches onto his arm
>horse becomes spooked and starts tearing down the trail
>coworkers grandpa is struggling with boy while trying desperately to stay on horse
>finally dislodges boy, it lands in middle of trail still cackling
>rides into town as fast as he can

After hearing my friend's story, I was getting pretty spooked myself, so we dropped the subject and just focused on our work. So the next day I was curious and called my grandpa, asked again if his story about the baby really happened. He swears that it did, so I ask him if anything similar had happened or if he'd told people. He said that nothing similar had happened he'd known of, and he'd kept it to himself until quite a while after it had happened. Luckily, people in my town don't leave it, so I take the chance to ask some of my friends and coworkers if they'd been told a similar story. There was one, different but with some of the same elements, that popped up very often.

It's more similar to the classic "ghost hitchhiker story". A lot of people said parent or grandparents talked about how sometimes when you were riding alone at night you'd encounter a pretty young woman crying on the side of the road. In some versions she would do nothing unless you let her get on your horse - then she would eventually change into a hideous monster, and latch onto you, waiting for you to lose control of the horse and fall. Either the fall would kill you or she would. In more sinister versions, she wouldnt wait beside the road - she lurked in the trees until you rode underneath dropping down behind you and enacting the previously mentioned scenario.

So at this point, but had started to get the feel of a folk legend, albeit one I hadn't been aware of. I took to the internet to see if it was widespread and found search results just yielded parenting artices about the proper development of baby teeth. The only thing I could find similar was a Malay/Phillipine legend about the Tiyanak Apparently, this is a vampire type creature that disguises itself as a baby or young child and cries to attract attention. Once it's picked up, it waits until a good moment to assume it's true form so it can attack and kill it's victim. A variation is the Pontianak, which is similar, but can also take the form of a woman.

I'm seriously considering the possibility that in the 50s/60s my area was terrorized by one of these creatures or something very similar. I don't think its just a folk tale as neither is it famous in the Southwest nor is it retold like it had happened recently. All of the stories are from that time period. What do you think /x/? Any similar stories?

Haha unlucky old son

In Ireland all we have to put up with is the dastardly leprechaun and the odd banshee

Now wut?

>>17809137
Now you wait for a reader or *gasp* start a divination-related discussion.

>>17809149
What do you think of asking tarot yes or no questions?

Is it werk?

Look for works of Junji Ito

You have to read "Uzumaki" that shit is weird and creepy as fuck... and also discusting

Goth by Otsuichi.

If you're looking for something more grotesque The Laughing Vampire by Suehiro Maruo

>>17808458
I liked The End of Evangelion more than the last two episodes, that's for sure. Hardly paranormal, imho, rather heavily symbolic, Jungian/Freudian/Gnostic.

The more I read and watch kino the less I'm impressed with Eva, tbqh.

>>17808479

>The more I read and watch kino the less I'm impressed with Eva, tbqh.

what do you mean? i havent seen a film surpass it in style

>>17808458
>is Evangelion paranormal?
no it's just a cartoon

Isn't he from Scandinavia or something?

>>17808031
I want to believe this picture but it looks severely photoshoped, is there any proof that it is not or any claims that it is not?
He says that they are from Pleiades, why is it important for us to know this? I mean it's not like we're going to be able to go and visit them.

>>17808847
People are curious.

>>17807479
The last podcast on the left is pretty good

>>17807479
does welcome to night vale count?

Archive 81 is fictional but good. Limetown and The Message are good.

Lately I've been listening to Astonishing Legends and Higherside Chats. Astonishing Legends is a little too nerdy for me though, may stop soon.