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An Investigation Into The Invisible World.
2002 documentary by French director Jean-Michel Roux.
In Towns like Hafnarfjörður and Reykjavik, Iceland a large percent of the population believe in elves, ghosts and other paranormal entities. In fact, many claim to have seen them, and some even claim to engage in frequent contact with them. This rare documentary is the first outside look at the strange, but seemingly common events that take place on this small, remote island country.
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Hello, all….its been a….ghastly long time! I’m going to find a way to make an addendum of this site to my travelling tumblr… For those of you unaware, im back to truck driving, and have started a travel/food blog, and oooh, the creepy places I see along the way, hehehehe… So, hang in there, Whiteys got some interesting things to start posting again.
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In the house of Ed Gein the police found:
- Human skulls mounted upon the corner posts of his bed
- Human skullcaps, apparently in use as soup bowls
- An array of “shrunken heads”
- Skin fashioned into a lampshade and used to upholster chair seats
- Skin from the face of Mary Hogan, a local tavern owner, found in a paper bag
- A vest crafted from the skin of a woman’s torso
- Socks made from human flesh
- A sheath made from human skin
- A human heart (it is disputed where the heart was found; deputy reports all claimed that the heart was in a saucepan on the stove, while some crime scene photographers claimed it was in a paper bag)
- A window shade pull consisting of human lips
- Four noses
- Organs in the refrigerator
- Pieces of salted genitalia in a box
- Gein’s most notorious creations were an array of “shrunken heads.” Various neighborhood children — whom Gein occasionally babysat — had seen or heard of these objects, which Gein offhandedly described as relics from the South Seas, purportedly sent by a cousin who had served in World War II. Upon investigation, these turned out to be human facial skins, carefully peeled from cadavers and used by Gein as masks.
- The skins from ten human heads were found preserved, and another skin taken from the upper torso of a woman was rolled up on the floor. There was a belt fashioned from carved-off nipples, a chair upholstered in human skin, the crown of a skull used as a soup-bowl, lampshades covered in flesh pilled taut, a table propped up by a human shinbones, and a refrigerator full of human organs. The four posts on Gein’s bed were topped with skulls and a human head hung on the wall alongside nine death-masks - the skinned faces of women - and decorative bracelets made out of human skin. The stunned searchers also uncovered a soup bowls fashioned from skulls, a shoebox full of female genitalia, faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted like hunting trophies on the walls, and a “mammary vest” flayed from the torso of a woman. Gein later confessed that he enjoyed dressing himself in this and other human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother.
This is where the horror movie The Texas Chainsaw Massacre comes from.
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fuckyeahitchywitch: what is a curse / a simple curse breaker →
What is a curse?
A curse is a spell that is directly targeted at a person or place and is meant to cause harm. There are many such spells, but they can be broken down into categories.1. The entropy or chaos curse: This spell causes probabilities to vastly tend to do the target harm, ranging…
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Ouija
by, ‘AnnaI kept saying to him, ‘This is bad. This is gonna be bad, I’m telling you.’
He dismissed me. Gave me a sheet of plywood and a marker pen, and then told me to make the board. I slowly wrote the letters of the alphabet, the numbers 0 to 9, Hello, Goodbye, Yes, No.
A question mark.
He had already decided to use a shot glass for the planchette.
When I had finished, I saw it was really going to happen.
He was going to use me as a medium to talk to spirits, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
From the moment I first touched the glass, the Purple was enlivened. I’d tried so hard to keep it under wraps, but the Ouija board changed everything.
‘Don’t mess with this, I mean it. I know it’s going to be difficult for you, but you’ve got to listen to me and follow my advice.’
‘Okay, no problem, Kiddo.’
We were in the basement. It was a large basement, big enough to hold a pool table, a chest freezer; a small bar; and still there was excess space.
‘Last chance, no going back now.’
‘We’ll be fine, you’re a witch. You can protect us.’
‘No I’m not, and no I can’t.’
‘Do you know what Ouija means?’
‘Yes, it’s from the German and French words for yes. Oui and ja.’
‘Cool.’
‘Okay; final warning. Anytime you attempt to channel spirits through a Ouija board, you are opening yourself up to situations that most may not be capable of handling.’
‘You’re talking bad spirits, right?’
‘Right.’
‘I’m a bad ass, no need to worry on my account. ‘
‘Only lower level entities will ever touch a Ouija board. Loved ones who have passed on would never do such a thing. Negative and low levels like to play around emotionally, mentally and psychologically with your mind.’
‘Let them try playing around with my mind.’
‘Mostly they do this by making random patterns. Patterns they know are getting to whoever it is talking to them. Symbols also carry a lot of energy, and energy holds power, therefore they will often make up fake symbols in order to replicate having their own power over whoever is using the board.’
‘You really are a witch.’
‘We; the living, are obviously more powerful than they are. So we can quickly banish them by simply not using the board. They rely on fear to make people submit to them.’
‘How come you know so much about this?’
‘Some people become so involved with speaking to these low levels, that they inadvertently allow the entity attach to their own aura.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘It’s bad, as attachment allows them to drain the person of energy, and in turn, use what they drain to get stronger and manifest.’
‘Yeah, that would be good.’
‘No, that would be bad. Listen, we’ve got to get the rules straight, or I’m not doing this.’
He smiled, half monster, half psychopath. ‘I can live with the rules.’
‘Okay, never use the board alone, and be sure the planchette does not leave the board when it’s in use. Some spirits are aggressive and vulgar, and these will often see the Ouija board as a way to manifest. If we encounter any of these belligerent types, it’s important not to react in a similar way. Instead, we will quickly close the board. Also, never ask a spirit to do anything to prove that it is real. You’re inviting it to manifest itself if you do. The same goes if a spirit asks you to perform a certain action; don’t do it; okay?’
Clearly annoyed at the emphasis in my directive, he raised one eyebrow and went to speak, but stopped himself when I continued again.
‘If the planchette starts to spell any word such as, ‘devil’, ‘die’, ‘evil’, or any type of word similar to these, regardless what language the spirit is speaking, close the board immediately. Do not allow the planchette to perform a figure eight pattern. Again, this is a way for spirits to manifest themselves.’
He sighed heavily, and without taking his eyes off me, he reached down and took a cigarette from the nearly empty pack placed before him and lit it.
He took a few drags, then reached across the table to brush back the hair that had fallen in my eyes, while I sat perfectly still so he could.
‘Is that it?’
‘No.’
He shifted in his seat, intending to interject with some form of his stupidity no doubt, but before he had the chance, I cut him off yet again. ‘Don’t submit to anything a spirit asks you to do.’
‘Why not?’
Now it was my turn to be annoyed, and before I even knew it was happening, I could hear myself saying, ‘Because if you do, all the other spirits will regard you as that spirit’s bitch, okay?’ I managed to hold his gaze as I sat there amidst the horrific silence with knowing how insanely close I had just come to calling him, ‘Kiddo’.
His mildly amused face instantly tensed into that of a monster. At first I thought I had actually called him - ‘Kiddo’. The only thing that ensured me I hadn’t was his not beating the fuck out me right then and there.
‘Your word choice was pretty poor for speaking to me of reason; don’t you think?’
He had picked up his cigarette from the ashtray whenever I’d cut him off. Fearing what I had coming, I found the strange sense of him expecting me to tell him what I was thinking right then to be far more unnerving. I just knew right at that moment I would give in to my disturbing urge to just flip the Ouija board up in the air like a child wishing to bring a quick end to a game of Monopoly that they had been losing at for a long time. I could see the board toppling to the floor, and could feel the Monster’s eyes coming at me with his full psychotic rage.
‘Why are you smiling, Emily?’
Was I smiling?
I wasn’t sure, but thought it best to not challenge his claiming that I was; thank God.
Or did I?
I didn’t feel my smile in the way I normally would if I were smiling, even as it was spreading itself wider across my face. I just knew I was grinning at him from ear to ear because I could see that the area around my eyes had darkened and narrowed my perception.
‘That was a joke, sorry it wasn’t very funny.’
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
I think I might have figured out what the fuck was wrong with me if I hadn’t heard the distorted waves coming from within Purple’s high-pitched ring a spit second before the Purple ping pierced its way through my ears, and then continuing on to seemingly stab me in my head. I winced when at the same time the intense pain suddenly hit me, and I felt the room seemingly shift within itself. The only way I can describe this sensation would be to say it had felt as if another layer of the room settled into an occupied space that was located on a different level of the room.
The pain of Purple’s sharp stab to my head was gone the instant I felt as if the blood trickling down through my nose had come from my brain. With this blood, also came the most bizarre thought of how sure I was in thinking if the room-shift had not occurred, that I would have realized right then what was wrong with me.
The Monster brought the cigarette up his mouth and took a long drag as he considered what actions were in need of being taken in order to correct my sudden wayward behavior. I held his gaze until he leaned forward a little in his chair and winked at me while blowing his cigarette smoke into my face, at which point I dropped my eyes in submission, and kept my mouth shut until he allowed me to speak again.
‘You’ve done this before, right?’
‘When we finish, we will need to close the board. This we do by moving the planchette to the word - goodbye. Then remove your hands and I’ll put the board away. Ready?’
‘I’m cool.’
He sat opposite me, and placing our fingers on the glass, we watched intently as it began to move immediately.
‘Fuck.’ He said ‘This feels weird.’
The spirit asked - ‘Who are you?’
‘You know you are not allowed to ask me questions.’ I replied.
‘Shit, I knew you had it.’
It started to make words that made no sense. I could feel the intensity of its anger.
I pushed the glass towards the word - Goodbye.
But before I reached it, the glass twisted around and around, following the path of a figure of eight.
‘This is a bad board. We need to destroy it.’
‘I’m not gonna fall for that shit. Now keep your fucking finger on the glass before I break all of them.’
I kept my finger on the glass. ‘I am not open to channeling your energy.’
The spirit spelled out the word - Uninvited.
He lunged across the table at me and grabbed me by the throat. ‘You’ll see who thinks that’s funny later.’
‘It wasn’t me…’ I gasped. ‘I’m not that stupid. You’ve already made it pretty clear what you think of that song.’
He released his grip on my throat, but continued to stare at me like he was unsure. ‘Put your fucking finger back on the glass.’
‘You need to calm down first.’
He relaxed a little, and then looked around. ‘Hey, dead and gone, you need to get the fuck out of my house.’
‘That’s not cool dude.’
‘Just put your finger back on the glass.’
I did as he said, and he did the same.
The glass started to make a figure of eight again.
He looked a little fazed. ‘Just let it do whatever the fuck it wants.’
The glass continued to twist a figure eight.
‘Ask it what its name is.’
‘Who are you? What is your name?’
The glass stopped twisting after awhile, pausing for a few minutes where it had come to rest before moving to number one, and then on to number seven.
17.
‘Fuck this,’ I said, taking my hand off the glass. ‘I’m not messing with a spirit that gives me numbers instead of names. That’s a clear sign this is a bad board. So you might as well get it over with and beat my ass, because I’m not touching that fucking glass; or that wayward board again.’
For the first time ever, I saw something like fear in his eyes, but he just sat there with his finger on the glass, taking in what I’d said.
‘Get your fucking finger off the glass.’
He moved his finger from the glass, and that was when I suddenly realized I was feeling the effects of the drug.
The Purple.
I began to laugh.
The dead whispers I was trying to block out became louder, I couldn’t stop them.
Nor could I control the words coming from my mouth.
‘How can you believe the asylum where you’ve been hiding your shameful secrets is being both true and secretive?’
‘What the fuck are you talking about?’
‘You’re hidden, right?’ I bit my hand. ‘Shut the fuck up, Emily.’ I said.
‘Shut the fuck up Emily. He said.
I laughed again, totally gone.
‘Stop laughing you fucking crazy bitch, and shut the fuck up.’
‘Hidden, uh oh, maybe so, but come on sport, you can’t hide from me now can you?’
‘From you? Emily, knock it off, right now. Put that fucking board away.’
‘Shh. ‘
‘I’m going to fuck you up, you watch.’
‘No! You watch.’
He was beside himself, didn’t know what to say, or do to me. He started taking off his belt and wrapped it around his fist.
‘Oh, are you gonna hit me with that belt?’
‘You’re dead bitch.’
‘No! You’re wrong.’
‘Oh, am I? We’ll just fucking see about that.’
He tried to hit me, but each time he swung, I grabbed the belt in mid air.
He got all psycho-eyed on me, so I tightened my hold on the belt, and pulling him towards me, I smiled and said, ‘Cat’s eye.’
‘What did you just fucking say to me?’
‘Catch lie.’
‘No you didn’t.’
‘You’re not entirely sure though, are you?’
‘I’m sure the reason…’
‘The reason you killed your little sister’s kitten was because you wanted her to feel suffrage. Or maybe it was because you just wanted to know if having your cock sucked by her little mouth would make you feel as if you didn’t really have such a tiny little dick.’
‘I’m sure you have…’
‘Uh oh, cat’s eye, you’re not sure. Would you like for me to tell you true with which of these that it might be?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about, so you need to shut up.’
‘Hey.’ I laughed. ‘Yes you do… they told me you do. Are you calling them liars? He’s calling you all liars; you should kill him, I would.’
‘Who are you talking to?’
‘To them of course; you know; the catch lie people. They can see you inside and out, but not me. They can only see me on the outside. Dude, they hate this, seriously, it’s pissing them off. They’re even demanding me to show them how I hold Purple so close to me now.
They also keep saying they saw you put your mother’s baby in the tub and drown it. I think they’re lying though, because they said the same thing to me at first too, until I told them I am my mother’s baby, and then Purple showed them that I surely am too.’
‘Stop it Emily. Right now, I fucking mean it.’
‘Shh. Listen, you hear them. You do, don’t you? I knew it.’
‘No… I… what are they saying?’
‘Come here, closer, I want to talk to you about sharing secrets. It’s easy; just try it; you can come back if you don’t like it.’
Oh, and one of them is saying he can show me where the blood that rots the clean can be purified.’
‘What does that fucking mean?’
‘How the fuck should I know?’
‘Stop talking to them Emily, right now, I mean it.’
‘Okay, but I can’t make them stop talking to me, because they said they like it here, and they want me to call some of the others, but I don’t want to.’
‘No, you’re not calling any of the others.’
‘They are saying I have to, sorry.’
‘No you don’t have to.’
‘But… I want to.’
‘Why?’
‘Because they said they’d show me how to kill you and clean you if I do.’
‘That’s enough. How do you destroy the board? I forbid you to talk to them any longer.’
I laughed. ‘Fuck, you’re dumb. Do you actually think I ever needed that board to talk to them?’
‘Emily please, just tell me how to get rid of the board, okay, I admit it; this was a really bad idea.’
‘Seven pieces, then bury it. But not next to the dead little girl, you stay away from her. They say she belongs to them now; but I know she doesn’t, she’s with Jesus.’
He stepped around the table and grabbed me on hearing me say that, but he wasn’t expecting me to fight back.
I bent into him and bit off a chunk of his ear.
I laughed hysterically, watching the reaction on his face when I spat it out on the floor.
That’s when the vision hit me hard, and pretty soon afterwards, he must have hit me too, because everything turned to black, and I passed out.Four Days - Chapter 23 - ‘Ouija’
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