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Not that I’m planning to die anytime soon (hopefully),…

by cnkguy
Not that I’m planning to die anytime soon (hopefully),…

Not that I’m planning to die anytime soon (hopefully), but I’d like to state publicly that when I do die, I would like the song played at my service to be “The Sound of Silence” by Simon & Garfunkel. The original one, not one that sounds like it’s being sung by a dude who’s constipated. 👻

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAEppFUWLfc

Source: Ghost Quest USA


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Deck of Many Destinies – beautifully illustrated and produced…

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Deck of Many Destinies – beautifully illustrated and produced…

Deck of Many Destinies – beautifully illustrated and produced with silver edges by Gametee. An explanation of their meaning can be found here. (And whilst I find the tarot correspondence helpful it’s also occasionally painful…)

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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nocnitsa: Arthur Rackham-  Never so weary, never so in woe

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nocnitsa: Arthur Rackham-  Never so weary, never so in woe

nocnitsa:

Arthur Rackham- 

Never so weary, never so in woe

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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Gallery Visitor

by cnkguy
Gallery Visitor

Anonymous Submitted:

I used to work at a small art gallery, like smaller than you’d usually imagine. I would work at the front desk and just greeted people when they came in and I would engage with them if they seemed like they wanted someone to talk to about the art. I would usually have another person at the table with me but this time I didn’t.

One night, just before 7 pm when I had to close, an elderly man in a very old fashioned, almost tattered looking suit came in, using a cane to support himself. I welcomed him in and he waved silently before proceeding to the gallery behind me. There was no one else at the table with me and I thought he wanted to be left alone so I didn’t follow him in the gallery to talk about the art. Something about his face seemed very pained.

About ten minutes passed and it was getting closer to 7, and I wondered if the old man was still looking at the art. I didn’t want to have to tell him he had to leave and hoped he would leave on his own accord. Just before I got up from my chair, I heard a terrifyingly loud, unearthly scream coming from the gallery behind me. I shook for what felt like a while and then I got up and bolted into the gallery. I looked around and nobody was there. There was nowhere he could have hid or run to in between the time I heard the scream and the time I got up. I checked every corner. I then locked the door and checked the bathrooms in the way back just in case. I checked the office upstairs just in case. He was nowhere to be found. After about ten minutes of checking again and again, I assumed maybe he went out the back door somehow even though I would have heard the door open and shut. I then went ahead with and shut off all the lights and went to bring down the gate. As soon as I locked it, I heard a whimper, I looked up and saw the man behind the gate. He was crying. I shook and then he suddenly disappeared.

I’ve been terrified of that memory ever since though he never did return to the gallery.

James: 8/10 That is really strange. He seemed really moved by the art maybe. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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SCARY GHOST STORIES

Nightmares


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