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For years, guests staying in this room at the old Riverside Inn in Jenner, California had complained of feeling watched through the window but it wasn’t until a San Francisco travel writer named Michael Irwin thought to set up a timed exposure that evidence of actual watchers was brought to light.

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Irwin lay on the mostly obscured bed in the foreground and read a book while his camera took a series of long exposures. When he showed this photo to the hotel owner, he was promptly asked to leave. Two days later the owner was dead by his own hand and Irwin was left with a creepy picture and an unsolved mystery.

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Ida in the Archives
Tim Steward had only been working at the Cumberland County Archives for a little over two months when he took this photo, which allegedly captures the ghost of Ida Clark, a small, misshapen child who had been taken down there and raped and murdered by her custodian uncle in 1953. Ida evidently enjoys displacing objects and whispering in the ears of anyone caught alone in the archives. Turnover of the staff there had always been abnormally high, but the taking of this photo has made it almost impossible to keep employees for very long.

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The Cornfield Cannibal

Francis Dodson was seven when his parents gave him a relatively inexpensive 35mm Minolta camera. The following summer, the three of them toured Ohio and Illinois in a Chevy pickup truck and pop up camper. Fran stayed in the camper while his parents drove, and took roll after roll of random shots out the back window as they rode down the road. He took this one somewhere outside Dayton. When the roll was developed and his parents saw the photo, they asked Fran what he had seen; he said “a black man, with dead eyes and weird hands.” Who or what the photo actually depicts has never been conclusively determined.

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What Killed Jane Doe?

Drag marks led Alabama hunter Earl Gunthrey to this bizarre scene in 1959. He found the young, still unidentified female victim dead, pale and withered; as if (in his own words) “something had drank her dry.” Her arms were embedded deeply into the soft earth beneath her and pinned back at an extreme angle. Her face was turned away and contorted, as if in pain or terror.

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Arriving first, a local forensic photographer took one quick photo before an overwhelming sense of dread drove him back to the gravel road where he had parked. State police arrived several minutes later but when they returned to the scene the body was gone. Pareidolia is certainly in play, but one can’t help but see in the bushes behind this poor woman some demonic mirror of whatever it was that took her.

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The Minister’s Secret

In life, Reverend Alan Yarboro was a respected minister in the small Massachusetts town of xx. In death, he became a regular spirit visitor to the séances held by Ann-Marie Cotilliano, a local medium. During his manifestations, Yarboro (speaking through Cotilliano) would often make cryptic references to a series of secret crimes that he had committed, for which he was never fingered or punished. Concrete details were sketchy and hard to verify, but the things he “said” were horrifying and seemed to involve the rape and ritual dismemberment of several unnamed local children whom Yarboro had evidently abducted and kept imprisoned in a forgotten sub basement of the church he served, Our Holy Redeemer.

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The photo seen here was the result of an experiment conducted during one of the last of these manifestations. Cotilliano invoked Yarboro, as usual, and then at a prearranged signal two attendees tied back the curtains so that a third could take a photo in natural lighting. Opinions differ on whether the distorted visage reflects the torture of the damned or the ecstasy of bloodletting.

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The Sallow Man

This photo of a typical turn-of-the-century London tenement was taken by an amateur photographer named Michael Oliphant, using a box camera in 1911. He was drawn to this particular set of flats by persistent rumors that the building was haunted by a “tall, sallow man” who had a terrible habit of leaning over and staring at tenants while they slept, only to scare the living daylights out of them when they awoke. Oliphant himself saw nothing on that day, but he later recalled inexplicably losing his balance while taking the shot, as if someone or something had collided with him while rushing past.

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Brodie’s Wraith

Jackson Brodie was a rising fourth year medical student at the University of Pennsylvania when he decided to take a semester off and travel Southern Europe. According to his mother, Helena, Brodie was suffering from nervous exhaustion and the persistent delusion of being haunted by the wraith (or spirit) of an old female cadaver he had dissected. Fearing an imminent breakdown, he hoped some time touring the Mediterranean would lift his spirits, so to speak. Letters and postcards sent home to his mother seemed to suggest his condition was greatly improving when he decided to extend his stay by two weeks and see some of Northern Africa. He left Spain by boat in the fall of 1921, stopped in Gibraltar for a night, and then went on to Tangiers.

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Unfortunately, his last letter home displayed a steep regression into madness. He claimed the wraith had followed him to Tangiers and was stalking him through the dark winding streets of the ancient city. He included this one blurry photo as proof and posited suicide as his only means of escape. Exactly what befell Brodie remains unknown, as all contact subsequently ceased and his body was never recovered.

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The Winged Thing

Unfortunately, almost nothing is known about this image: who took it, when, what is depicts, why it is so over-exposed. In early 1968, several months after the Mothman sightings in Point Pleasant, WV, a vintage silver print of it was mailed, without return address and in a plain yellow envelope with a heavyweight clasp, to the special collections division of the New York Public Library. Experts there could find no evidence of doctoring, and thought the image itself was quite old, possibly from the 19th century. It remained there, uncatalogued, until the library sold off a small portion of its “undesired” holdings in the early 70s. From there it passed through several hands until joining the present collection.

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Still Life

Michael Evans was fifteen and friendless in 1969 when he began wandering around town and taking photos of the abandoned houses and factories that were already beginning to swallow Detroit. He was fascinated by the swiftness with which nature could reclaim a man-made space and especially liked to capture vines growing up walls. The images preceding this one on the roll suggest that is exactly what he was doing that fateful Saturday in April before something caught his eye in the window above and he raised the lens to photograph it. How he ended up inside the house, what caused him to leave his camera behind, or why he didn’t simply run away are questions that may never be answered.

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The Torture of Tilly Jane

In the era before abortion was legalized in the United States, short of a straightened coat hanger, the only option for a woman who wanted to terminate a pregnancy was to locate a doctor willing to do the job on the sly. Some of those doctors were good men, and some were not. At least one was a psychotic sadist. We know this because Tilly Jane Pridduck told her best friend Alice where she was going and why on the night before her shackled, mutilated body was found in a Philadelphia basement. We also know this because the fetus, her ovaries, most of her large intestine, and the tips of both her breasts had been removed and left on the floor beneath her. The amount of blood at the scene, coupled with deep, clawing gouges in the brick walls, led the attending medical examiner to conclude these atrocities had been committed while Tilly Jane was still alive and conscious.

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Ten year laters, in 1941, a group of feminist mediums held a séance in the basement in an attempt to summon Tilly Jane and learn the killer’s identity. The latter goal was not achieved, but the former was, as this photo taken by one of the attendees makes disturbingly clear.

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Nensha Akuma

Seventeen-year-old Akiko Nakamura had been missing for nearly two months when her mother Masami finally gave up hope on the Tokyo police and turned to Daisuke Ezakiya, one of Japan’s last remaining practitioners of nensha, or projected thermography. Ezakiya also claimed to be a remote viewer, capable of finding missing persons with his mind, and would combine these talents to project what he saw onto Polaroids that, theoretically, would help locate them. Despite numerous attempts, this ghastly image was his only successful result. According to Ezakiya, the shining object is a mirror, used to deflect psychic intrusions, and the reason his further attempts failed. According to Masami, the thing holding it is an Akuma, or demon. When asked later whether the image had helped her locate her daughter, Masami was curt and blunt. “Yes,” she said, “my daughter is in hell.”

Bump, this thread is awesome!

>>17916449
Why not shut the curtains and blinds

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The Ghoul in the Graveyard

One would think that if ghosts exist, and linger in the places where their bodies lie, getting a photo of one in a graveyard should be a relatively easy undertaking, but this shot is the one of the few examples that has not been explained or debunked. It was taken by Ellery Reese while visiting her father’s grave in Arlington Cemetery in March of 1949. If Mrs. Reese was trying to perpetuate a hoax, it was a strangely subtle one, because she never showed the photograph to anyone. In fact, she never had the chance. Her son Paul found the roll of film it was on in a bedside table while clearing the house after her death.

>>17916469
>but one can’t help but see in the bushes behind this poor woman some demonic mirror of whatever it was that took her.

I don't see anything.

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>>17917012
It looks like a large spider to me; could explain why it looked as though her body had been drained of blood

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Freaky dreams thread
Tell us your spoikiest dream.
Ill start


>in coffee shop
>meet cute girl in turtle neck
>start talking
>she takes me home
>i pass out in the couch
>swat team then bursts through the windows and doors
>kill everyone but me
Turns out she and her family were travling cannibals.

>>17916534
Wouldn't want them coming inside the room now, do we?