Quick preface: I live out in the country in the american midwest on the edge of a forest. Kind of middle of nowhere farmland, but there’s still other houses around although they are really spread out. Outskirts I guess you could say. Very dark and quiet at night. A few streetlights but mostly just moonlight.
I normally take my dog outside late at night before I go to bed. Nothing fancy, just a quick walk up and down the road so she can pee before we settle in for the night.
Well tonight around 3am, I’m walking my dog along the edge of the road outside of my house and I see something coming towards me along the side of the road. It’s hard to make out at first, because like I said, there’s very few streetlights out here. As it gets closer though, I can tell it’s a kid riding his bike. He looks like he’s 7 or 8 years old.
I’m standing there a little bit confused about what a child of this age would be doing riding his bike down the road at this hour of the night. When he gets closer, he stops his bike dead in it’s tracks and just stares at me.
After a few seconds, I speak up.
"Ummm are you okay?", I ask him.
He doesn’t reply. Just keeps intently staring at me.
"Kid, do your parents know you’re out here this late at night?"
Again, he just stares at me.
"You lost? Do you need me to call your parents to come get you?", I say as I slide my cell phone out of my pocket.
The kid just starts laughing. Not like innocent childish laughter. He is full on laughing, like I am the punchline of some huge cosmic joke. He is laughing the way an adult would laugh, not the way a kid watching cartoons would laugh. It’s hard to explain. It just wasn’t normal coming from a young boy.
I am a bit freaked out at this point and not quite sure what to do. On a dark country road with a 7 year old kid laughing at me at 3am in the morning. I decide to make my way back to my house and call the cops to report a missing kid or something.
"Stay here, okay? I’m going to contact your parents and have them come get you…", I tell him.
Kid finally breaks his silence.
"Lucky you’re one of the good people, Jacob.", the kid says nonchalantly. And then rides off down the road.
He knew my name somehow.
I watch him ride off into the darkness.
Original Credit: jacob_frost
have you ever thought about having a co-blog owner? :)
Not really, I’m kind of the controlling type when it comes to posting stuff. They don’t know what stories I want to post, don’t want to post, have posted, etc. I mean I guess I’ve given it thought once, but I don’t think it’d happen
2006 Calgary, Alberta
My crew and I had recieved a phonecall from an edmonton residence from in the west side of the city complaining about the bizarre amount of screaming that can be heard in her neighbourhood. She said that there was an old condemned hospital near where she lived. She then went on about how people say that its just crackheads and homeless people screaming, but it all seemed a little off. She asked us if we could do some research on the Charles Camsell Hospital. Little came up. Abandoned in 1996 due to asbestos. The movie “White Coats” was filmed there in 2004. So I thought to myself. If theres a movie that was shot there 2 years ago, its probably not that bad. But then I started to google the place, and dozens of stories started popping up. This bagan to gain my attention as I started learning more and more about its dark past. The hospital had a sterilization section that looked like it was straight out of 28 Weeks Later. I then consulted with the team, and we decided to take a look at the place.
I know, I know, the title makes it sound like I had dirty shower sex with some six-foot,sex-starved prison predator. I didn’t.
I was in prison for vandalism, I got a year. I was stupid, the whole thing was stupid. I got off lucky, I was caught doing graffiti on a government owned building. I had just turned eighteen, so even though I was technically an adult, they kinda went soft on me. I think they wanted to beat the rebel spirit out of me or something. I told them I pissed the bed, so I could get my own room. I spent my time watching the prisoners in the yard.
After a few months it was clear I didn’t piss the bed, so they moved me. That’s right, cell-mate time.
Refspoofing is the practice of sending incorrect data in an HTTP request in order to prevent a site from obtaining accurate data on the identity of web page previously visited by the user. It is a nifty little trick that can be used to access hidden directories on websites and sometimes even find passwords or user-names. Most people use this little trick to find free porn or to steal music.
Several years ago there was a site named Hell.com and it had a flashy front end that was intentionally creepy. On a particularly slow afternoon in 2005 I got bored and decided to poke around the site to see if I could find anything interesting. As I dived through directory after seemingly empty directory I noticed that I was in a seemingly recursive loop of folders. The site was primarily coded in flat HTML and it used <embed> tags to showcase various Flash presentations. However, I had noticed a few references in to the source code for various forms being handled by a PHP script. On a whim, I changed my referer ID to a page commonly found in phpMyadmin. Just like that, the next directory, one I had already been to and found empty, was filled with links to various pages.
The legend of Sawney Bean is perhaps one of Scotland’s most memorable ghost stories, one that whilst being dismissed as fantasy by historians is very much a part of the nation’s folklore and has spread across the world as a dark and disturbing tale of the depravity some humans are capable of.
Many places in Britain claim to be connected to Sawney Bean, often to try and lure in tourists but the cave where the clan were said to reside is Bannane Head.
This cave in itself is a haunting place and although it has become a tourist attraction there is no denying the power of this cave to spark the imagination of any who are interested in the strange, paranormal or ghoulish.
About 150 feet below a car park is a cave that is thought to run almost one mile into the hillside.
The young Sawney (who originated from Edinburgh) and his girlfriend supposeldy set up home in this cave after running off in search of an easier life. They soon began robbing passers by to fund their new life of leisure. The easiest way to rob someone traveling along the trail that ran above the cave was to throw them over the cliffs. This soon led to Sawney and his wife realizing the mangled bodies were a good source of food.
Alright, alright. I’ll keep the anon option open. As long as you know going into it that a) I appreciate your kind words and b) there is a small chance I will respond.
As much as I’m a sarcastic bitch to anons, when you ask with a means for me to reply to you personally I’m an alright person. But I understand shy, believe me.
Stay classy Tumblr folk. Stay tuned for moar scary.
New follower here. I love this blog but at the same time I won't be able to sleep for the next two days.
Much appreciated! I have a question for you guys now… I get a lot of anon love (and I really do enjoy it I promise) but why be anon? I don’t usually answer anon questions as they take up space… when you post off anon I’m more likely to respond!
Maybe I should take off the anon option