🧟👻🎃👹 Rolling Halloween Thread-O-Spookiness 👹🎃👻🧟

:ghost: All Hallow’s Eve looms and with it…spookiness! :ghost:

:ghost: Post scary door-esque stuff in this ongoing thread-O-fear! :ghost:

Let’s get spooky…

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Spooky audio from the old Scary Door thread…

The Station Night Club Fire: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pXYKQYOXX8&feature=related
Emergency Services Phone Call: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEwY8uZ4BAI
Jupiter Sounds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3fqE01YYWs
Current 93: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxZpEFJhO6k
The Conet Project: http://archive.org/details/ird059
The Innocents Opening (song by child): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_cbDR1hwpQ
Emergency Services Call (Child in Panic regarding Domestic Abuse, really fucking grim): http://clipp.instruct.de/player/data/db/video/106672.mov
Brick Through Windshield: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOf3dJ0vmMg
Red Fox Calls: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxLHUxzEoRU
Air Raid Siren: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHDm93tI4Ok
Saturn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sh2-P8hG5-E
Jonestown (Rev. Jim Jones.): http://archive.org/details/ptc1978-11-18.flac16
Suicide Mouse: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgWPbnwsIeE
Exorcism Of Anneliese Michel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr-IdHU3A5M
The Bloop: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBN56wL35IQ
Julia: http://www.pmel.noaa.gov/vents/acoustics/sounds/julia_sound.wav
The Ghost Song (writer committed suicide a week after creating this): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uqqbwLEvXU
The Wandering Soul: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4d9H_1ygEv8
The Original Night Stalker: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdElYnd-xMo
Alessandro Moreschi, 1902: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbV6PGAWaIU
Recording From 1860: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znKNQXo58pE
Death Of A Cosmonaut: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Z_m7onLw74
Bigfoot Emergency Services Call: http://www.bigfootsounds.com/call911.mp3
Car Crash: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03m7fmnhO0I
Emergency Services Murder: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lu4lVFijM6g

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Spooky online Korean comic strip (in English) :+1:

An oldie but a goodie…

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Just for your FYI: this Halloween I will be 50 years old. I expect my own Birthday thread.

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Did you listen on headphones :grimacing:


Spook time!

Will this do?


Taken from the catchy website ‘kitchenfunwithmy3sons.com’ for anyone who didn’t recognise it already

:ghost: Woooooooooo here is some more spookiness woooooo :ghost:

^Two horror movie buffs discuss classic flicks from a female/academic perspective, they’re both really good company on a long drive or while you’re doing the tidying up or whatever you do when you listen to podcasts.

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We’ve been invited to a Halloween dog party. Loads of the local dog owners get themselves and their dogs dressed up and descend on the cemetery for a party. Fucking a, i say.

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You sent me down the rabbit hole and I’ve got some suggestions:



the president is looking a bit…RUFF




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This happened in my junior year of high school.

One evening, my mother and stepfather had gone out to some event, maybe it was an extended dinner or a concert, it’s hard to remember. I had stayed at home to work on a paper that was due the next day (I was one of those kids who procrastinated until the last minute) and spent the whole night working at the desk in my room. To give you a picture of the room, my desk faces a wall and sits next to a small window that’s on the same wall, and from where I sit, my back faces my doorway. While I was working, I was wearing these great headphones that I had gotten for my birthday — the kind that are noise canceling.

My parents left the house around 6:00 PM, and the whole time they were gone, I sat at my desk, blasting music through my headphones and writing my essay. Occasionally, I would take breaks and watch the rain and lightning outside my window (we lived in Houston at the time and there was a big storm that night). I never left my desk.

My parents returned around 11:00 PM. At some point late late in the evening, I had removed my headphones, so when my parents came home (coincidentally just a few minutes after I had taken off my headphones), I clearly heard the garage door open and my parents open the door to the house. Seconds after I hear them enter, I hear my mother shout my name. “Adrian!” she screams, “what on earth happened in here!?” Confused, I get out of my chair and start walking through the house to them. There’s only a small hallway that separates my room from the living room. Due to my rush to figure out why my mother was yelling, I paid little attention to the hall and the house. After a few moments, I get to my parents. My mom looks livid. She’s pointing at the carpet floor yelling, “Was this you!? Did you have friends over!?” I look down. The carpet is ruined. It’s covered in muddy footprints.

I frantically explain to her that I have no idea how those got there, that I spent the whole night at my desk working on my paper. I watch as her face goes from anger, to confusion, to fear. We realize that someone else must have entered the house. Quickly we scan the footprints, trying to make sense of the situation. It only takes us a few moments to figure out where they start: our back door, which we usually left unlocked. Then we noticed something else. The footprints started at the backdoor, but there were no footprints exiting the back door.

We hear something pounding through our house. We hear the front door get torn open, then slammed shut with a sharp WHAM!

We all run into the garage and lock the door. My mom starts shouting at the police through the phone, “Please come quickly! Someone’s broken into our house!” After what seems like hours, the police arrive. An officer stays with us in the garage as his partner goes through the house room by room. His partner tells us that it’s safe to go back in, that there’s no one in the house. Then she asks us a question. She asks us whose room is down the hall to the left. My parents look at me and I tell the officer that it’s mine. She asks us to follow her down the hall.

As we go, it’s easy to see that the footprints weave through my house from the back door. They go through the living room, through the small hallway, into my parents room (which is down the hall to the right) and then turn around towards my room. They stop in my doorway.

Then the officer points at my door, which I had left open the whole night. On it, in black sharpie, was written the following:

My Log

8:47: I see you

8:53: You forgot to lock the back door

8:59: You seem focused

9:24: Turn around

9:47: Look at me

10:15: Look at me

10:37: Look at me

10:49: Look at me

For nearly two hours, someone stood in my doorway watching me. To this day, I shutter to think about what would have happened if I had ever turned around and looked at them.

More stories here:

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my dog would rip my throat out if i tried to dress her up like that

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Jesus Christ :joy: