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Don’t Leave Home Competition Winners

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Don’t Leave Home Competition Winners

Don't Leave Home Competition WinnersReading Time: 2 minutes

 

It’s time to reveal the Don’t Leave Home competition winners!

 

A couple of weeks ago, we announced a competition hosted by Don’t Leave Home – a chilling new film about a haunted painting (based on an Irish urban legend). The rules were simple. All you had to do was answer a simple question:

 

Where would you hang your haunted painting?

 

We received a lot of good answers and we appreciate everyone that took part in the contest. However, we could only pick three winners. Without further ado, here are the winning responses:

 

From Chris Dusendschon:

“In my bedroom, of course. I hate to sleep alone.”

 

From Michael Paige:

“All around the house; a torn piece in every room.”

 

From Vice Seutriv:

“There are some that say that the best paintings are the ones in which you see yourself. 

For this reason it hangs where my bathroom mirror used to be, just above the porcelain sink. I don’t have any need for a mirror anymore. All I want, all I NEED to see, is the painting. And the girl, and the field, and the poppies, where I see myself in every stroke and every gradient. I can see the emotions I have felt for so long, but never quite translate to words, expressed in vivid detail on the hand-stretched barn wood canvas. I can finally see… myself.

I love this painting with all of my soul. 

But I do wish that I didn’t have to keep scrubbing the blood away from the sink every morning. I can’t seem to help myself, but I guess I get so lost in the painting that I don’t notice how I brush my teeth for hours -sometimes all night- the bristles wear my gums to the bone from the repeated motion, over and over. Each day I awake in front of the mirror with dried blood stained down to my waist on my once white sleep shirt, and sometimes I’m missing teeth. I just don’t remember anymore. 

If I don’t get rid of this painting soon, I won’t have any teeth left.

But I can’t.

It’s just so beautiful.”

 

Each of the winners will receive a poster from the movie, signed by the director (Michael Tully) and the film’s lead actress (Anna Margaret Hollyman). Thanks again to everyone who participated! We hope you’ll join us for our next contest.

 

Don’t forget, Don’t Leave Home hits select theaters and On Demand TODAY (September 14th)! It’s a frightening film you don’t want to miss. Follow @CrankedUpFilms on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram for more frights to come.

 

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neillblomkamp:Hellboy (2004) Directed by Guillermo del Toro

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Hellboy (2004) Directed by Guillermo del Toro

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I Picked the Wrong Profession

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I Picked the Wrong Profession

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Jobs come and go. That’s part of the beauty of living in America – you can change jobs freely if you aren’t happy. It’s a luxury not everyone in the world has.

For years and years, my life was consumed by business – retail, specifically. It wasn’t my plan…I sort of fell into it. My part-time cashier job turned into a full-time management job and, as anyone who’s worked in retail knows, once you get to that point it’s hard to get out. I wasted about five years at Target until my career path unexpected changed for the better.

It was a chance encounter – fateful, even. She came into the store to return a set of lingerie but our guest services team member wasn’t letting it happen. It was a no-receipt return, and she didn’t have the method of payment or her I.D. with her. Typical scam set-up. As those usually go, she asked to speak with a manager. I have no doubts she caught me mouthing “damn” as I walked up to the front end to speak with her. She was a tan goddess, about 5’3″ with a perfect, Playboy-esque body, brunette hair, and a lip ring. She looked like the type of girl who could post a single cleavage shot on Instagram and become an overnight internet celebrity.

On the surface, she looked like the type that might use her looks to be able to swoon guys into mindlessly doing what she wanted. A little flirting, a slight lean over the counter, and anything she needed was done – regardless of policy.

Well, maybe not just on the surface. I did exactly that.

I couldn’t resist her allure.

I thought about her non-stop for a few days after that. She was visually perfect in every sense of the word. Her body inspired me. I wanted to capture elegance like hers to look at anytime I desired.

Transitioning into a photographer seemed natural after meeting her. It was as if she rewired my brain, causing me to notice the beauty in everything I saw. Every second I wasn’t at work, I was adventuring and capturing the sights of the world surrounding me. Some days I even had to call off because I had let my passions take me too far away to be able to drive back for my shift.

It was…freeing.

Only a couple of months had passed until I ran into my muse at the local Starbucks. She was in front of me, ordering a grande white chocolate mocha – no whipped cream. A delicious drink for a delicious woman, of course. After I ordered the same drink as a venti, I nervously walked down to the end of the counter to wait for my drink…and silently observe her magnificence.

“Hey! Aren’t you the guy from Target that helped me return those undies?!” She spoke to me. I almost died.

“Oh, ha. Yeah, I believe that was me.” I always hated my ugly, nervous laugh.

“You were so awesome!” She said as she gave me a tight hug. “I was able to get a new set because of you, see?”

She pulled down her deep-cut v-neck, revealing to me a lacy, purple bra that hardly covered her voluptuous, tan breasts.

“I’m Jess, by the way. I’ve gotta run but I’m sure I’ll see ya around!”

She wasn’t wrong. We seemed to bump into each other almost daily after that moment at the coffee shop. If it wasn’t a face-to-face encounter, when I would go home and upload my photos she would be in them to some degree. Every. Day. I didn’t mind – she made my photos come to life, enhancing the already spectacular scenes with her own stunning looks.

I’m not sure if she knew I was taking her picture or not. Some days she would appear oblivious, and the photos would come across voyeuristic. Maybe she would be turned away, eating an ice cream cone. Tying her Vans. Fixing up her hair. Just casual things. Other times, she seemed to be staring right at me as I clicked the button. A few times she was putting on a blouse. Another was she putting gas in her white Beetle. Once, she was nude in the forest. Always facing directly towards me. Always staring into my soul.

As guilty as it made me feel, she never took legal action, nor made it seem like she wanted me to stop. To be honest, shewas the one showing up in all of my pictures. She wouldn’t really have had the basis to take up recourse. The longer it went on without any signs of discontent, the less guilty I began to feel. In my mind, it became a game. Two lovers, flirting without ever needing to meet. I was sure we were both in on it, but one of us had to win eventually.

It’s her.

I was out late last night, trying to catch photos of the super moon over train tracks – a truly stunning scene. Pines lined both sides of the tracks, the rock hills were even and undisturbed, and the sky was clear aside from the massive, massive moon. I’ll admit, I went a little crazy with the picture taking and filled up the remaining space on my SD card trying to capture the perfect scene.

She was in the photos.

There was no way Jess was able to have been there. The area was completely void of life while I was capturing it!

She was in the middle of the tracks, entwined with a man.

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They began kissing.

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He touched her skin, and she wrapped her hands around the back of his head.

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He was looking directly at me. His body hadn’t moved.

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Jess held his head in her hands, his body was on the ground.

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She faced me directly, with that soul-stealing glare.

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Dozens of small, white creatures piled over the man’s body. Jess had disappeared.

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The creatures and the body were gone.

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Jess was sitting indian-style mere feet away from the camera.

I screamed and ran into the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. I couldn’t believe it. There was nobody on the tracks. How could she be in every single picture?! In hopes that I was losing my mind, I drowned myself in cold water from the sink and went to try looking at my gallery again.

The pictures were empty.

My mind and body decided that I couldn’t take this anymore and I had to sleep. I woke up in my chair about an hour ago. The pictures were still void of Jess, the man, and those weird fucking creatures…but she was outside of my window, sitting on my lawn staring directly into my eyes as I looked outside.

I’ve never seen her outside of a photograph since the coffee shop.

She’s gorgeous.

 

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The Gray Man Returns

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The Gray Man Returns

In South Carolina, a figure known as the Gray Man appears on the beach before devastating storms. The harbinger spirit normally appears in Pawleys Island, but as Hurricane Florence bears down on the Carolinas, some believe he’s making the rounds to warn residents up and down the coast.

Dating back to 1822, the legend of the Gray Man goes something like this:

A mysterious man in gray appears on the beach – either walking near beachgoers or waving to boaters – before disappearing without a trace. Soon after his appearance, a major storm strikes the area, leaving many people hurt or homeless. Though the area is devastated, those who saw the Gray Man before the dangerous weather survive the storm unscathed.

The Gray Man in Myrtle Beach? 

In July, a family vacationing in Myrtle Beach took pictures from their balcony and were surprised to see a gray figure in one of the images (below

). Was it the Gray Man? Myrtle Beach is 25 miles from Pawleys Island, but perhaps the beach-dwelling spirit traveled north to warn residents about the future hurricane.

Gray Man Reports in Pawleys Island

As Hurricane Florence approaches the Carolinas, residents of Pawleys Island have reported seeing the Gray Man.

Hurricane Hugo was the last serious hurricane to strike Pawleys Island, but Hurricane Florence may soon change that. What do you think of the Gray Man legend? Endearing story or a real-life guardian spirit?

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Tormenting A Child | Haunted, Paranormal, Supernatural

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Tormenting A Child | Haunted, Paranormal, Supernatural

A young child is continually tormented by an unexplained entity in her room, forcing her to flee.

A child’s art work at school disturbs her mother and teacher once she reveals what it is she drew.

Is the “Lady of Death” lingering down the hall of a young woman, waiting for her chance to strike?

What dark entity causes an adult to still sleep with the sheets over their head every night?

If you have a real ghost story or supernatural event to report, please write into our show or call 1-855-853-4802!

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Enjoy boos & ghouls 

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