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17 People Reveal Their Creepy Real Life Experiences With Murderers

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 08:00 PM PDT

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Originally found on r/askreddit

1. Classmates with the Aurora Shooter

I knew James Holmes in college. He was one year ahead of me, but same major. I remember taking classes with him, he also did a bit of research in the vivaria and so did I but in separate labs. So our paths crossed often.

I remember him being super paranoid. I remember filling out health questionnaires/medical clearance forms for a final that required in vivo work and access to the vivarium. He threw fit in our lab, telling our TA he wasn’t going to fill it out. He finally did, but put a disclaimer on the bottom of it. It was bizarre. I think that was around 08/09, I think he was already unraveling then.

I remember when I found out about Aurora I was working when my old college roommate text me asking if I heard about the shooting in Colorado followed shortly by her texting me who did it. My roommate remembered him clearly from a GE class we both took with him. I remember feeling scared for some reason when I put the name to a face. My teeth started chattering wildly. I was shocked.

It still freaks me out to this day remembering working in labs, and having class discussions with that guy. We were definitely not friends but, I probably saw him nearly every day for at least a couple years. I can still see him working across from me under a fume hood in my minds eye anytime his name is brought up.

2. What was a date with Ted Bundy like?

Ted Bundy dated my aunt. I grew up in Kirkland, Washington – which is right outside of Seattle. My aunt lived in Ballard at the time. They dated for a few months and it just sort of fell apart. She said that he was one of the most polite, nicest people that she had ever met. Freaky as fuck.

3. Cutting a killer out of your social group

One of our close family friends murdered his wife around 22 years ago. My Dad became good friends with him as they went to the same marina and often ended up chatting about their boats. They soon became really good friends. He’d always come by the house for drinks or some snooker with my Dad, and we’d go for dinner at his place and sometimes he would come for dinner too. He became a really good friend to my Dad and the rest of us.

Anyway, one day another one of my Dad’s friends saw my Dad with him. Apparently, this guy grew up in the same neighborhood as him and warned my Dad that this guy murdered his wife some 20 odd years ago. My Dad asked him about it and he told him that it was true. He killed her in a jealous rage when he thought she was cheating with her brother-in-law. My Dad kind of distanced himself from him then and stopped letting him come to the house. He was supposed to refurbish the bathroom, but I guess my Dad called it off. I actually asked my Dad about him a couple months ago and he said he still has occasional chat with him at the marina but he didn’t feel at ease around him. Didn’t really effect me, but there you have it.

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25 People Share The Creepiest Thing They Accidentally Found Out About A Close Friend

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 07:00 PM PDT

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1. He sexually abused his own daughter

“I had lost my friends’ email address so I googled his name to see if I could find it right quick. He turned up on the sex offenders website as a class 2 offender. Turned out that he diddled his 8 year old daughter and her friend a couple years before I met him.” — Turds4Tots

2. He pretended to date his cousin

“My buddy puts pictures of himself on Facebook posing with his attractive female cousin. If you didn’t know they were related, you would think they’re dating. I’m almost positive he wants people to think he has a girlfriend. When he gets comments like, “Who’s the chick?” He’ll just reply with a winky face or something ambiguous. I know for a fact that the girl is his cousin.” — GilesCorey89

3. He got his sister pregnant

“Had a buddy who I let stay at my house for several weeks before he moved away to Florida to stay with his grandparents and sister. Several months later he moved back, but I didn’t see him hardly at all because he moved to a different town. Was hanging out with a mutual friend who worked with him and asked how our friend was doing.

“Oh, didn’t you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“<Friend> got arrested. Cops came up from Florida to take him back down. When he stayed with his grandparents he was raping his sister and then he got her pregnant. They did DNA testing to confirm it was his when the baby was born.”

“WHAT?!? Holy shit! That is fucked!”

I would never have suspected anything like that from the guy, obviously, or I never would have let him stay at my house. Just goes to show you, you never know about some people.” — Phant0mX

4. He took photos of women’s feet

“One of my old friends used to go around and take pictures of women’s feet, in high school. If they were wearing sandals or flip flops, he would try and secretly snap a picture. By the end of the year, he had over 400 photos.” — thelovepirate

5. He acted in gay porn

“I found out a former co-worker’s ‘modeling’ was actually gay porn. My roommate at the time did a search with his porn name which was different than his given name, and, sure enough, there he was with a cock in his mouth. He still doesn’t know I know.” — steez101

6. He curb stomped a stranger

“Not a friend, but a teacher in high school. He told me and couple of friends outside of class about how he came to wear dentures: He was literally curb stomped for sleeping with another guy’s girlfriend. That’s horrible enough but the creepiest part was the nonchalant way he ended the story: “It hurt like hell, but I got him back pretty good with a shotgun.” He ended up getting fired for picking up my friend out of his chair by the neck and choking him. Scary dude.” — username_redacted

7. He committed a double homicide

“Guy comes in and wants a job tooling on bikes, has tools and experience, we hire him, we become friends. 2 years later I found out he served 17 years in the pen for a double homicide. Found his wife and lover in bed, beat them to death. First weapon of choice, pillow case with soup cans in it.” — itsnotbacon

8. He was kidnapped as a child

“I googled my friend’s name once and found out he was kidnapped by his nanny when he was four years old.” — [deleted]

9. He fucked the dog

“A friend told me that he discovered his GF’s younger brother in the bedroom with his dog and a jar of peanut butter.” — Freshenstein

10. He masturbated with his brother

“I found out that one of my friends and his brother watch porn together. Together.” — Skyguy95

11. He lied about joining the army

“My friend not only lies about being in the Army, he lies about getting a purple heart for being stabbed. What kind of creepy attention whore does that?” — Sanskrit_Typo

12. He carved his crush’s initials into his skin

“During 8th grade, my friend carved his initials and the initials of his crush into the back of his hand. I noticed it when we were making up a secret handshake, but he had been trying to hide it for a really long time. I have no idea why he thought that was a good idea, but he was dangerously obsessed with her.” — japanairkicked

13. He had a brutal rape fantasy

“I stumbled across a story a buddy of mine had written about a thirteen year old girl he had a crush on (we were 18-20 at the time). Without going into to too much detail, it was a very disturbingly detailed and graphic rape fantasy he had about her.” — Pat_the_Bunny

14. He recorded sex with strangers

“He video records every single girl he has sex with (without telling them.) He has a camera turned towards his bed for when he brings girls home.

He has just tons of videos on his computer, I keep telling him its fucking creepy.” — [deleted]

15. He was obsessed with a girl

“I found a USB stick at our school’s lounge, so I took it and wanted to keep it — because it was 32gb!

Turns out it belonged to one of my friends… I really was going to return it since I knew the guy, but then I found hundreds of photos of one of our friends that he saved from Facebook. Screencaps of all her status messages and saved files from all their conversations… I know for a fact that the chick told me that she’s getting weirded out by how clingy and dependent our guy friend was with her. I didn’t know he was THAT obsessed.

Also, there were film scripts and story drafts about him and her… It was just awkward to return it to him… so i just kept using it.” — space_monkey420

16. He took pictures of me sleeping

“My friend took pics of me while I was sleeping. I’m a guy…”  — harry821

17. He masturbated in front of us

“A friend of my best friend in middle school apparently used to come over to my friend’s house and just randomly masturbate… right in front of our mutual friend. He would get scolded then it wouldn’t happen for a couple of weeks. Inevitably, it would happen again and he would have to get yelled at again and be told to ‘put it away.’

I could never look the dude in the face any time the three of us hung out after that.” — InferiousX

18. He sold weapons to the mafia

“Friend’s uncle sold illegal weapons for the Serbian mafia.

When he was ten he found out because he almost opened a fake-wall door and his dad came over and slapped him. Later his father told him what his uncle had behind the wall and why.” — Offensive_Username2

19. Her son was a murderer

“Not a friend per se, but a teacher I became close to. Anyways, about 5-ish years ago, a highschool kid in my town brutally murdered a little boy on a path in their neighborhood. He stabbed him to death and was convicted and went through the justice system.

A couple years later, I have this awesome geometry teacher in high school. She was super cool, and I really loved her class and talked to her every now and then outside of school. One thing I noticed though, was that she would randomly not show up a lot through the school year. She never gave explanations for her absences.

Towards the end of that school year, I find something out. My geometry teacher is the mom of the kid that murdered that boy years before. She would not show up at school because she was going through the appeal process for her son’s case. Totally blew my mind and made me look at her life in a different way.” — Dolgthvari

20. He abused his girlfriend

“I saw a good friend of mine twisting his girlfriends wrist underneath the table. She’s quite a timid girl, and I could see by her face that she was in pain. They always seemed like a normal couple, but after getting a little peek into their personal life, It freaked me out.” — moondrizzle

21. He raped a little girl

“The other day, I found out that a friend from high school was recently arrested for receiving oral sex from a girl who was under 10.” — TheVich

22. She watched the weirdest porn

“I introduced a friend to Reddit a few months back, and a situation falling into this category arose. We were using her laptop when she went to type something in the search bar. Well, while it was blank it began to form a little list of her previous search queries on different sites before she typed anything in. Some of the things that popped up included: “Fuck me hard Hentai”, “Shit Sucking Hotness”, and one that I believe will be forever impossible to unsee “Cum Guzzling Orangutan”. We just sat there in silence for a few seconds until she quickly typed something in. And then she turned to me without really looking at me and said, “woah, what was all that? haha…” Feeling pretty awkward about it, all I said was, “I don’t know.. Sometimes some weird stuff pops up here. Ahem..” We never spoke of it again. Except for the fact that now one of my insults to people is calling them a Cum Guzzling Orangutan. That shit’s gold.” — MangerDesCravates

23. She kept her used tampons

“I had gone over my friends house a few times and I always notice this strong smell coming from her room. I just figured that’s how her room always smelt and just brushed it off. One day we had walked into the room and there was this drawer left open. To my surprise…. She had been keeping all of her old and used tampons and pads. Her reply was ‘I’m never bothered to throw them out.'” — Simply_Ood

24. They hid drugs around the house

“I used to do some house/pet-sitting for some friends of the family twice a year when they went on vacation. Immaculate house, very nice people.

The last time I did it (about two years ago), while flushing the master bathroom toilet about an hour before they got back, realized the chain had come loose. I lift the lid, and notice a large Zip-Lock bag taped to the back of the toilet. The contents: about a quarter of primo marijuana, a pipe, a vibrator, anal beads, a couple of cock rings, a flash drive (did not investigate), and a tiny amount of what I assume to be cocaine. I had uncovered their secret stash. The catch: she is a school board trustee, he is a church deacon, what?” — itistherabbit84

25. All of his passwords were about his old crush

“I always carpooled and go to the gym to workout with my close friends. We have these electronic lockers that require four digits and my password happens to be my birth date November 21 so 1121 is the password. After finishing working out, I accidentally opened friend’s locker instead of mine. I asked him why his password my birth date. He looked kind of embarrassed and brushed me off. I went on Facebook and checked if anyone had the same birth date as I did. “Stephanie” my close friend’s crush in high school had the same birth date. My close friend is now twenty one years old, and I think he lost contact with her for over three years. All his four digit passwords including the ATM is the same, his crush’s birth date.” — laughingman789 TC mark

49 Deeply Creepy Tales Of The Paranormal To Read If You Don’t Want To Sleep Tonight

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 06:00 PM PDT

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via Flickr – Favi Santos

1. The Baby

My mom told me this story the other day and it freaked me the fuck out. When my oldest sister was little, like 3, she asked my then pregnant aunt to pick her up to hold her. My moi m said she was like “she can’t pick you up, honey, she has a baby in her tummy.” And then my little sister was like “that baby is dead!” My mom freaked out, but my aunt and grandma were fine and were telling my mom it was all good, she was just a toddler and didn’t know what she was saying. Well lo and behold my aunt goes to the doctor the next day for a routine pregnancy checkup and the baby was dead. Gives me he willies just thinking about it.

2. The Missing Shotgun

My father passed away last year. One item he always said he wanted me to have was a shotgun which had originally belonged to his grandfather. For years he had this shotgun stashed in the attic. After he passed, I had gone in the attic to look for it, only to find that it wasn’t there.

A few months later, I had a dream in which I was talking to him and I asked him where he had put the shotgun. He told me it was in the closet of a spare bedroom. I called my mother and had her check, and sure enough that’s where it was.

Now it’s completely possible that my father had told me that when he was alive, and the dream was little more than a memory, but I certainly don’t recall that being the case.

3. The Flying Key

When I was 15, my mother and I were standing in the kitchen talking. There was a rack on the wall holding keys about 8 feet away. A key from the rack flew across the room and hit the floor near our feet. This is the only event in my life I for which I have no explanation.

I don’t know (what the key went to). It was an old, heavy key. The house was built in the 1880s, so it could have been original to the house.

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A Snapchat Rhapsody Of The Most Horrible Halloween You Could Ever Imagine

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 05:49 PM PDT

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I need to be honest and the only place I can write honestly is a Snapchat message, so I’m writing this to you in the app, and then I’ll copy and paste it over to Gmail. And I have to stop drinking because it's making my face puffy and I'm not 18 anymore. Can you believe someone born in 1998 is 18? Well, when you're born in the 80s, like I was, and you started drinking at 15 it's probably unlikely you will ever stop drinking at all. The best you can do is maybe just have the thought that maybe one day you will stop drinking alcohol. That you can still think it might be possible says some part of you is still in tact, and honestly at this juncture of my life, with all its ruptures, I'll take every small victory. It's not like I'm an alcoholic. I'm just honest with myself about my vices because so many of us go to great lengths to conceal our vices, and in doing so commit the most cardinal sin of all, lying to ourselves. It's midnightish and I was supposed to meet you at your house two hours ago.

Tonight I was walking around sober (although I'm intoxicated now) and it was Halloween and everyone was so drunk and the smell of weed was everywhere and I thought about you and about how you rise above the crowd. I thought about you sober and smiling at some halloween party, so above the drugs and alcohol, so pure, and thinking to yourself not in an unkind way but just in a reasonably critical way this whole partying thing is stupid and all these people in this city are stupid. And it is stupid. The population like pollution takes to the streets and kills their brain with drugs for the sake of fun. What? Why? And everyone in their stupid halloween costumes looks so haggard and heavy with time and cynicism and honestly I thought to myself you’re probably one of the most beautiful people in this whole city right now and I, me, get to be with you. That's probably hyperbole because we're in New York City, but I'm scientifically sure that if we lined up 3001 people you would be the most beautiful person in that group. This city is so ugly, and it's people are so drunk. You're none of those things.

I don’t mean to support the prohibition, I don’t care, take your drugs. Drink your drinks. Look as stupid as you want. It simply seems sad to me that all these stupid men in this city will never be able to know a girl like you. You're 1 out of 3001 and the math means a random guy has 1% chance of meeting you if he talks to 30 women tonight. Then, and this is really what amazes me, say against all odds this random guy does have the luck of getting to meet you; what now are his odds that you will entertain the sap? Probably less than 1%. So most of these guys are more likely to get struck by lightning than ever be able to date you, and that makes me one of the luckiest people on the entire planet. What did I do to deserve this? I can't wait to see you. I'll be there soon.

I know this isn't true, but I like to insist it is true because aesthetically speaking the simplicity of the concept is comforting. You're a case study of it as well. Okay so the idea is exterior beauty coordinates perfectly with inner beauty. The beautiful body makes the beautiful soul. The French have a word for it, piscine, which means the symmetrical arrangement of beautiful interiors and beautiful exteriors in people. Have you noticed how so many beautiful people simply believe in God like they believe in countries on the map they've never seen? That's because the symmetry of their bodies and faces, the fine stitching of their pores, the inner knitting of their bones, is different and divine and pours over into their souls, too.  Sure, sure, some people are wretched and hurtful, but think about it—the sharpness of their features resembles a knife and they're knives. See, we wear our souls on our skin.

You send me a photo of your costume, and ask where I am. I have to take a detour to explain how beautiful your costume is in this selfie you sent. I saw two hipsters dressed as Pokémon smoking cigarettes while making out on a dirty Manhattan street and the guy had dirty facial hair, and his teeth were stained, and he was in a Snorlax costume, and the girl, I think she was dressed as Jigglypuff, did not look so great either, and when I saw this I wanted to die because that this is love to someone, that this is a good night makes me understand why their is an opiate epidemic, why everyone tonight is so fucking wasted, because that's their simple and dumb life and it will never get better than this for them. There is no hope for economic progress, there is no hope that they will ever look better or younger than they do today, and life now will become watching each other become fat and grey while they watch the Divorce on HBO or Black Mirror on Netflix. Maybe they will be blessed with the privilege of praying their children won't see the end of the world in their lifetime due to climate change or nuclear holocaust. Buy, hey, I just Googled this, did you know suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the US? In 2014, males accounted for 7 of 10 suicides. Firearms account for almost 50% of all suicides. Put differently, Mr. Snorlax is more likely to blow his brains out than he is to talk to a girl as great as you.  

Oh, compare their lives to ours, compare this to you, to beautiful you. You made this costume yourself. It's this gorgeous dress, so elegant and only sexually suggestive in that you are wearing it and your hair and eyes and the way you’re shaped is so beautiful that any man or woman would leave their husband or wife for you. They should put this cell phone selfie of you in a museum and call it the "Helen of New York." I don't even know what your costume references, but you say it's some character from some weird fairytale your mom read to you as a kid, and I swoon in how you can make obscurity fun, that you speak a language other than the pop culture circuits of Pokémon and stupid books. I know you never think about it, I know it never even really occurs to you, but people would pay just to shake your hand. Your beauty is like when those religious people reach out to touch the pope and be healed, it's otherworldly and if we get married and watch TV together the characters in the show will feel your presence and stop acting and crawl out of the screen and try to kiss you, and I'll fight them away, keeping you safe. Me, this ingenuous gentleman. That will be our life and it'll be exciting because I'll protect you.

I'm confusingly sitting on a bench outside a pizza joint. This guy dressed as a dollar bill is looking over at my cell phone and asks me with a slur, Who is that? He's with a girl dressed as Sonya Blade from Mortal Kombat, and another guy dressed as Bruce Willis circa 1999 or maybe he's a character from the Looney Tunes cartoon, which looks stupid, and I tell him that's my girlfriend. And I can tell the next question he is about to ask is why am I here by myself on this bench instead of with her, and I preempted the question with the answer: I'm heading over to the party after I finish this slice of pizza. I'm wearing a button-up shirt from J-Crew, a yankees hat, and dark jeans, and so the dollar bill asks me: Where is your costume? For some reason the question shocks me in the sheer factness of the facts that (1) it is Halloween and (2) that I seem to have forgotten it was Halloween. The dollar and his stupid friends start smoking cigarettes, and I'm so shocked, shocked again that so many people still smoke today and I mutter nothing under my breath as I walk away from the smoke, and don't finish my pizza, opting to find a sushi restaurant before I head over to you.

As I'm searching for sushi, I send a selfie of myself in my costume to you which is me in my regular clothes, with that monstrous and bloody snapchat filter of a skeleton over my face. The caption reads: I’m being myself without my mask on, spooky! Which is on the surface a humorous and clever thing to say, but also incredibly sad because when I did it I thought it was actually a serious statement. My real face is an evil-looking Snapchat filter. Unfortunate me; yet as you type "lol" the humor of it overwhelms me, too, and I cackle out loud to myself into the tropical Halloween night. I'm a comedian. There are no sushi restaurants open.

Alcohol is a destructive force on youth because alcohol, let’s be honest, has a lot of calories. Tequila, rum, and vodka have the least amount of calories and if you want to stay thin as you get older it is well-advised that you drink clear liquids like tequila, rum, and even vodka whose calorie count as a beverage is almost zilch, all the calories you get from those beverages are the calories of the alcohol itself. Despite this pro-tip, be warned you'll get fat if you are over 21 and drink alcohol, even low-calorie alcohol at an excess. This can be stopped by not eating much food. I should also mention out of medical necessity that alcohol will also make you ugly. Alcohol increases your blood pressure causing veins to dilate and then pop. You can actually see this temporary scarring pretty easily in anyone who drinks and I would probably go on record saying no one who is truly beautiful can drink more than one drink of alcohol a day. So it’s very important that you don’t drink if you want your face to look youthful, and it's very important that your face looks youthful because, baby, your face is 1 out of 3001.

I want to come out and see you in your Halloween costume which looks like heaven and go party with our friends and, after, sit on a bench in the park and not even kiss at all but talk and hold hands and sit there and look up at the starless New York City sky. And then kiss. Then kiss and kiss and kiss until the apocalypse. I really want to make it tonight but my GPS won't work and my cell phone screen is cracked and even if I got the GPS to work I lost the address and don't even know where to go. I try and text you to say sorry and say: Hello? I'm sorry. Brunch tomorrow.

When I'm like this sleep is not really sleep so when I wake up from not being asleep I'm astonished there are no drunken texts to you and that you didn't even text me mad that I never made it. You are so classy. I want to introduce you to my mom. I want to get married right now in Las Vegas. You're so hip, baby. It occurs to me that maybe you did not respond because someone else beat the odds and is now the luckiest guy alive. Are we not getting brunch today? Who did you sleep with last night? Did you abandon me? Why aren’t you responding to my messages? Don't you know without you I'm statistically very likely to find myself in middle age with a gun from Walmart pointed at my temple? I think about how you lose control of your life slowly and then all at once and I promise to myself right there and then that I need to change and become worthy of your love.

My sentimental education ends when the real problem dawns and it becomes clear this isn’t my apartment. It's actually not even an apartment at all, it's a street corner. I reach over to put my Yankees cap back on and I notice that my head is wet with blood from a head injury, and I'm covered in bite marks, and my knuckles are bruised. My throat flares with that chemical chewiness of a cocaine burn, which actually tastes goods, and while I'm too delirious to realize anything my sub-consciousness haunts and taunts me that it is not out of the realm of possibility that I could have murdered someone last night. Or worse? Or nothing at all? Anxiety convulses through my body, as the thoughts swirl into black holes of inaccessible memory, and I spiral into a catatonic loneliness that is the horror of being myself for Halloween in 2016. TC mark

17 Frightening Stories Of Abandoned Hospitals And Asylums As Told By Urban Explorers And Security Guards

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 05:00 PM PDT

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Found on r/AskReddit.

1. Watchman at an abandoned mental hospital

I was the night watchman at an abandoned mental hospital turned state park for a summer in college. The only creepy thing that happened was one night I was with one of the state park police and we saw flashlights in one of the buildings. Kids constantly broke in and other people broke in to gut the old buildings of any copper they could find. So as I was saying one night we saw flashlights moving around so we went in. The officer pulled her gun and flashlight and in we went. We could her footsteps on the floor above us and we slowly and quietly went upstairs. We checked every room and found nothing. Then we heard footsteps above us again. This happened for a few floors until we were on the top floor below the roof. We heard footsteps up on the roof so we went up there. Still nothing. We never found anyone or any indication that anyone had been there. It was friggin creepy.

2. Exploring an insane asylum

When I was a teenager (20+ years ago) my friends and I trespassed on a condemned insane asylum called Eloise in Southeastern Michigan.

The worst thing wasn’t that it was at night with shitty flashlights, the dirty patient records scattered on the floor, the broken furniture, the torn up walls, the leaking water pipes, or the huge fungal bloom from the leaking water.

The worst part was finding a tunnel and following it to a place inside where power was still on. There was a light, an ominous looking double doors… and an active security camera.

It was like… why is this here? What’s going on?

Later on, I found out that the asylum and a nearby hospital were connected. However, the wikipedia page says it closed in 1984… but we were there several years after that.

I think I saved one of the patient records somewhere.

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My Sister Was Murdered And She Won’t Shut Up About It

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 04:00 PM PDT

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@missallieliz

As kids, my sister Cassie and I didn't know we were different. How could we? We spent all of our time in the house. Our parents never let us play outside. They said this was for our own protection. I remember clearly our father outlining all of the horrors of the world beyond our front door. "Vicious animals, dangerous men, deathly illnesses." Everyday brought a new reason why we couldn't venture outside the walls of the house. I realized the truth much later; they were embarrassed of us.

Cassie and I were close, literally and metaphorically. We spent every moment together. I've read that twins are often this way, but we were more than that. We woke up at the same time, closed our eyes for bed at the same time. We would often dream the exact same dream. We read books together (she'd read the left page, I'd read the right). Our parents said we were unnaturally close. This didn't make sense to us at the time.

When we played we would stick two toys together at the head, gummy see-through tape obscuring their faces. We would walk the one headed doll in staccato movements – Cassie moving the left leg, me moving the right. Soon all of our toys were paired up. The stuffed pig was taped to the alligator. The china doll was matched up with the plastic dinosaur.

Cassie and I even went so far as to glue our pillows together. "So they'd never be lonely," I told our outraged mother.

Despite our bond, Cassie and I were very different. I was perfectly fine obeying all of our parent's rules, although they were plentiful. Cassie, on the other hand, hated the rules.

Even the small ones like brushing our teeth at night would send her into a fit. I liked mother's dresses she would make for me, but Cassie ripped at them with her teeth. Cassie was also non-verbal. It wasn't her fault. She just couldn't get her mouth to move the way the rest of ours did. This didn't mean we couldn't communicate. In fact, Cassie and I spoke constantly. Always in our mind.

Yuck I hate bananas, she'd tell me in the morning as our mother served us breakfast.

Shut up, Cassie. I turned and smile at mother. "Thanks for breakfast!"

Cassie growled under her breath. You're such a suck up. We're prisoners here and you treat them like angels.

They're our parents! Mother could see we were arguing in our head. She never commented on it though. I don't think she wanted to know what was going on between us.

When we were younger, I noticed that Cassie and I didn't look like the kids in the picture books. These kids were alone. But Cassie and I were always together. I asked father about it and he told us we had a condition. "You're sick," he said sternly. "But the doctors can't separate you. It would kill her."

He would like me to die, Cassie whispered in our head.

Of course he wouldn't! He loves you!

But he didn't. I knew this secretly. Our parents didn't do much to hide the fact that they favored me. They viewed Cassie as dead weight. And as we got older, I have to admit that I started to understand their opinion. She was difficult. She was always upset over something. Plus she was the reason I wasn't allowed outside or able to have any friends.

Around the age of 12 our parents started letting us use the computer. It was only supposed to be for our studies, but when were alone we tried to google ourselves. "Twins who share a brain." The first article was about twins who eat each other in the womb. This clearly wasn't relevant. The second was about Siamese twins. We skipped this one because we were from America. Then we got to the third one, which had a picture – two grown women who shared a head. One woman was large and the other was small. It looked a little like Cassie and I. The article called them "conjoined twins." It said that although the women wished they could be separated, the doctors ruled that it was too dangerous.

That's us, I said to Cassie.

Why would anyone want to be separated? she responded.

Maybe so they could look like normal people.

I would much rather be with you than be normal.

I paused before saying, Me too, Cassie.

But that was all before Cassie was killed.

She died of suffocation. We were fourteen. I knew the second she stopped breathing. I could feel a shiver in my entire body as if something was crawling down my nerves. I started screaming. I didn't intend to, but the reaction was involuntary. Maybe it Cassie screaming through me. My mother appeared in our bedroom as if she had already been inside. My father was close behind.

They rushed us…me, to the hospital. It was the first time I felt night air on my face. Any fear about being outside evaporated. It was freedom. I saw men and women of all different races. They crowded around me, staring at me like a wild animal. I didn't care. It was bliss. I even forgot about the corpse of my sister hanging off of me.

No one tried to resuscitate Cassie. Even though I knew she was dead, there was not a single attempt to save her life. The only thing the doctors did was prep me for surgery. Mother and father stroked my hair. They told me they loved me. That soon this would all be over. That the doctors would remove the tumor.

The tumor that was my dead sister.

I woke up some time later with the oddest sensation of weightlessness. My eyes were barely open but I could see my parents asleep on a nearby couch. I was hooked up to a number of machines. I looked over and realized I was alone. The normal feeling of Cassie's body next to mine was gone. I was in a twin sized bed. Logically I knew what happened. Cassie died, and so they removed her from me. But the shock of the lack of her made my heart race. This thing I had secretly wanted, quietly yearned for, was terrifying.

I lay back and moved my head around. It was so strange to be able to move freely. There was no extra body to hinder me. Fleetingly I wondered where her corpse was. Was it lonely? Was I lonely? I lifted my hand hesitantly and felt the flesh that had once connected me to Cassie. In its place was a large scar and raised stitches. All that was left of my sister was empty air.

It didn't feel real. I had only been conscious a few minutes and already panic was setting in. This was a mistake. What happened to Cassie? Where was she? I needed her. Desperately, I whispered, "Cassie? Are you there?"

A minute ticked by. Silence.

Then a massive wave of screams filled my brain. It was Cassie's voice, igniting my mind with a thousand horrified shrieks. My eyes stuck wide open. Cassie's voice began to speak through the screaming, They killed me! They killed me! They killed me!

"Shut up!" I yelled. My parents rose from sleep. I realized I had said this out loud. They came to me, trying to soothe my fears. But all the while Cassie was tormenting me. They murdered me!

I tried not responding to the voice. But it didn't matter. Cassie didn't care if I spoke back. For days she just kept lamenting her death. As the doctors tried to teach me how to stand and walk without Cassie, she made herself known in my head. I pretended to be fine but the voice tore through my sanity. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes she'd start up again, It was them.

Our filthy parents. They put a pillow over my mouth and killed me.

I didn't tell anyone about the voice. Who would understand? Soon I was cleared to go home by the doctors. My parents made arrangements for me to start attending school. They bought me a wig to cover up the disfiguring scar. The doors were all unlocked now. There was no more hiding. It should have felt like heaven, but instead the voice of my sister haunted my mind.

Dead. I'm dead. They killed me.

Months passed with the same agonizing existence. I lost weight. I barely slept. Nothing could bring me any happiness. Cassie was slowly driving me insane. I didn't know if this was my imagination or if Cassie was really alive somewhere in my brain, but one day I'd had enough. I couldn't do it any longer.

They killed me. Our parents murdered me, Cassie was sobbing against my eardrums.

I took a deep breath and said, "Cassie, you have to stop." I put a hand over my mouth in surprise. I hadn't spoken in my brain. Only out loud. I tried again, "Stop it Cassie."

Desperately I shoved my fist in my mouth to stop myself from talking. But nothing came out. The ability to speak through my mind had died with my sister.

I crawled into a corner of the bedroom, arms over my head. I started to sob. Waves of horror and sorrow careened across my body. Cassie just kept screaming and screaming. Our parents are filthy monsters. They murdered me so they could have a normal daughter. They smothered me with a pillow. They-

"THEY DIDN'T KILL YOU, I DID!" I shrieked. Cassie's voice suddenly stopped. My tears kept coming. In a whisper, I continued, "I couldn't live like that anymore. I wanted to be normal." I could still feel the weight of the pillow as I shoved it onto Cassie's face. I remembered the moans for help. I could still feel her clawing at my arms.

Then something changed. I felt woozy and looked down at my body. It seemed like I was floating away from it. My being shrank. I felt myself pull out of my arms and legs, up into my torso; finally lodging into the back of my brain. I was a tiny ball of myself hidden somewhere deep. My arm raised slowly. My arm? Her arm?

My voice spoke out loud, but it wasn't me talking. "Finally, you admit it."

Terrified, I tried to call out, What is going on? But it was just in my head. Our head?

"Just because you killed the body doesn't mean we don't still share the brain." My voice came out crackled. "I was waiting for you to do it. I knew you would. You are just like our parents. Filthy, disgusting monsters. But I've always been stronger and smarter than you. You killed the body, but I still control the brain."

Cassie stood up in my body, shaking out my limbs. I desperately tried to control anything but she was right – she was stronger than me. "It's strange being able to talk," she said out loud. "I like it more than I thought I would."

What are you going to do?

"I am going to become you. The prettier one, the one our parents wanted. Then I'll kill them. Maybe I'll staple their skulls together. Remember how they hated when we did that to our toys? And the best part is, I'll still have you, stuck there in the back of our brain." She laughed. "I always said we'd never be separated."

This was seven years ago. Our parents are long dead now. She never went through with her promise to staple their heads together. Instead she used our glued-together pillow to suffocate both at once. I had to watch, completely helpless. It was my hands over their mouths, just like I did to Cassie.

You might wonder why she let me write this. This is supposed to be my confession. One of the ways she can torment me. She allows me to control the body for minutes at a time, giving me a taste of freedom before snatching it back.

I should have known I couldn't ever get rid of her. She is a part of me. And now, I am stuck here. Forever.

I wish I had never murdered my sister. But she sure seems happy that I did. TC mark

17 Of The Scariest Horror Movies Streaming On Netflix For Halloween

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 03:00 PM PDT

13 Cameras

13 Cameras
13 Cameras

This movie is absolutely terrifying. It’s everyone’s worst nightmare about moving into a new place — the creepy landlord whose actually watching your every move.

The Blood Lands

The Blood Lands
The Blood Lands

What is it about pig masks that make everything so creepy?

Most Likely to Die

Most Likely to Die
Most Likely to Die

You’ve seen something like this before, but it’s still classic and fun and exactly what you want to watch around Halloween.

Sacrifice

Sacrifice
Sacrifice

Imagine being trapped on an island with a bunch of corpses from pagan rituals. If you’re not convinced, watch the trailer.

V/H/S

V/H/S
V/H/S

If you still haven’t seen this it’s a must watch. V/H/S 2 and V/H/S Viral are also streaming now on Netflix, so this is the perfect pick if you’re looking for a horror movie marathon on a lazy Friday night.

Preservation

Preservation
Preservation

Totally bizarre in an unsettling way that will stick with you.

Hush

Hush
Hush

A new spin on the classic scary man with a knife terrorizing a woman home alone story.

The Houses October Built

The Houses October Built
The Houses October Built

A perfect afternoon horror movie to watch in October. You’ll get sucked into the somewhat realistic plot of searching for the story behind “extreme” haunted houses — and then be absolutely terrified when the story turns on it’s head.

Wolf Creek 2

Wolf Creek 2
Wolf Creek 2

If you don’t think this movie is terrifying enough, read the Wikipedia article while you watch it.

Honeymoon

Honeymoon
Honeymoon

I’ve raved about this movie before, it’s truly scary and unsettling. It also feels “fresh” — it’s not something you’ve seen a bunch of times before.

Dark Skies (2013)

Dark Skies
Dark Skies

One of the movies that’s terrified me the most in recent memory. Lot’s of jump scares if that’s what you’re looking for.

Children of the Corn

Children Of The Corn
Children Of The Corn

Make this classic fresh by reading the short story ahead of time. It costs $1 on Amazon. It’s scary!!!

Sleepy Hollow

Sleepy Hollow
Sleepy Hollow

A classic, but refreshingly horrifying in it’s gothic scenes. Definitely worth a rewatch this season.

The Awakening

The Awakening
The Awakening

Watch this one on a dreary fall afternoon.

Haunter

Haunter
Haunter

A nice haunted house movie to watch alone, with all the lights off.

Kristy

Kristy
Kristy

A weird gang terrorizes a young woman alone on a college campus during holiday break.

Scream 2

Scream 2
Scream 2

It’s just not October unless you marathon-watch all the Scream movies. Unfortunately this year Scream 2 is the only one on Netflix so you’ll have to rent the others through Redbox or YouTube. TC mark

Don’t Forget To Set The Alarm: 17 True Scary Stories To Read In Bed Tonight

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 02:00 PM PDT

Creepy Catalog readers love reading accounts of true scary stories, so I scoured threads all over Reddit and asked the users if I could share their creepiest. Below are the 17 scariest stories that will make you double check that your door is locked. Enjoy!
Tobiasvde
Tobiasvde

I thought this was an urban legend

“I was driving home from work at 2 am. I’m a nurse and I live in a small city. The roads were totally deserted and it was a freezing night. I don’t live far from work, maybe a couple of miles. I’m driving down a residential street around the corner from my house and I see a man laying face down in the street.

Now remember, I’m a nurse. My first thought was “Great, gotta help this guy up.” I was coming off a long shift and falls happen all the time. As I slowed down the car I suddenly realized what an idiot move that was. I’m a 100 lb woman and I don’t carry any weapons. I thought I should do something to help the guy so I called 911 as I drove past him and slowed to a stop at the end of the block. While I was stopped at the light I explained to the dispatcher that there was a man in the road who might need assistance.

All of a sudden I hear a loud BANG! BANG! from the driver’s side window. I screamed and looked over. A man was pounding on my window and jiggling the handle of my locked car. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that there was no man laying in the street. Still on the phone with 911, I screamed “I’M SO SCARED!” to the dispatcher and floored it through the red light. I quickly told him what had happened and even though I was right by my house, he told me to keep driving. After a few minutes I had calmed down and he told me to loop back around. I pulled over down the road from my house and stayed in the car. I didn’t see the man anywhere, so I got off the phone with the dispatcher who told me he was sending a police car to cruise the area.

As I gather up my things I do a final scan of the area, and I see the man. He is walking with two other men. I hunched way down in my car until they were far down the road, then bolted into my house.”

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14 Disturbing And Deeply Creepy Wikipedia Articles That Will Scare The Sh*t Out Of You

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 01:00 PM PDT

1. The Hinterkaifeck Murders

via Wiki Commons
via Wiki Commons

Taking place in 1922, these murders were committed with a pickaxe at a small and remote Bavarian homestead where six people lived. The murders have never been solved despite the case being reinvestigated with modern techniques as recently as 1986.

Particularly brutal, the murders were also prefaced by several odd occurrences including footsteps in the snow that led to the homestead but didn’t lead back out again, reports of sounds in the attic, and a maid who left the homestead because she believed it to be haunted. The day after a replacement maid arrived she and the entire family were killed.

There’s more to it but I don’t want to ruin the whole thing. It’s deeply creepy.

2. The Silent Twins

The Silent Twins via Whaleoil
The Silent Twins via Whaleoil

Truly a bizarre story the mixes elements of the supernatural with crime, and, ultimately, death. June and Jennifer Gibbons were identical twins born in Wales in 1963. From an early age they refused to speak with anyone else but each other and their younger sister and exhibited near identical patterns of behavior. They also spoke an idioglossia, a language only the two twins could understand. In a bid to bring them out of their shells, the two were separated and sent to different boarding schools. Both became almost immediately catatonic until the were reunited.

The two both exhibited high levels of intelligence but later began committing arson and had to be institutionalized. It was during this time that June and Jennifer decided that one of them must die in order for the other to live a normal life. Reportedly, Jennifer volunteered to make that sacrifice and was later found dead. Her cause of death remains a mystery to this day and the circumstances are such that it’s almost as if she willed herself to die.

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10 Lessons You Learn From An Almost Relationship

Posted: 31 Oct 2016 12:00 PM PDT

Franca Gimenez
Franca Gimenez

1. Before you get into a casual relationship with someone, ALWAYS clarify things with each other earlier. Always tell the other person what are you looking for and what are you not. If in doubt, always ask questions. Never assume what the other person wants without them telling you so.

2. Know about the other person’s past relationships. It tells a lot about someone and their approach in relationships. Find out what happened and why didn’t it last. It is important to know how do they approach things and relationships so you don’t end up having assumptions because no two guys will treat you the same way.

No relationships are made equal. Each one of your experience is unique, so you can’t compare how a guy treated you before to decipher if another guy is interested or not.

3. Know where to draw the line. This is very important. You can’t do everything that a couple in a relationship does and still calls it a casual relationship. Spending the whole weekend together, telling each other everything and staring into each other’s eyes? That’s not casual.  There must be a boundary that you cannot cross because there is no such thing as a ‘grey area’ in between casual relationship and official relationship.

4. There’s always a ‘driver’ and ‘passenger’ in such relationship. There will always be someone leading the direction of how things go and passenger who just so happen to either wants the same thing, or hope it could be a backdoor to something serious and change the other person’s mind if they ‘driver’ wanted something casual. And most of the time, the passenger will be the one who will get hurt the most.

5. No expectations. Don’t have any expectations that he is supposed to call you or reply your text. Or that you guys are supposed to spend time on the weekend together. This is a casual relationship. Because with expectations, there comes disappointments. And disappointments eventually create anger, sadness and doubt whether you are good enough. Don’t fall into your own trap because the other person doesn’t fill in your expectations.

6. Just because it ended, doesn’t mean there is something wrong with you or it was something you did. It just so happen that at one point one of you realise your expectations does not live up to each others and you simply wanted different things. There is no point trying to hold on to something like that because one day someone will be hurt. It could be you, it could be him.

7. If the person who didn’t want a relationship bother to talk about what happened before ending it because you start to have more feelings, it really is because they do care about you. If they do not care about you, why would they bother to clarify and put things on hold? They would just continue to lead you on and eventually you will find out they are seeing someone else. Or things ended later down the road because they got bored of you and what would their reason be at that time?

“I told you I didn’t want anything serious!”

Wouldn’t that be worse? Or one day they will just go radio silence because they realised you are ‘doing too much’. And you just sit there and kept wondering what went wrong without knowing the actual reason.

8. I know you are going to look back at the good stuffs and feel hurt thinking about it because things will never be the same. But that’s life, things don’t always stay the same as much as you wanted to. Maybe if you look back at how things were, you would’ve seen there were actually flaws and not everything was as perfect as you thought it was.

9. No communication. Upon being swept up your feet, living in the moment of bliss and happiness, for once believing it was perhaps love… No communication is a good way to finally ‘think’ about everything. Reflect on what happened between both of you but at the same time reflect on what you want for yourself.

Does this mean you won’t ever talk ever again? That you will no longer even be ‘friends’?

Maybe, maybe not. But taking a time-out from each other is a good way to reset and think about things that you might not have thought of for the whole time you were in that ‘relationship’.

10. Be thankful. If you have never felt as happy with someone when you were with that person, be grateful. Perhaps he showed you the feelings that you thought you’ll never feel. Perhaps he looked at you the way nobody had ever did. Or he made you believe in love again after you’d lost any faith in relationships.

Even though it hurts today and maybe for a while, but one day you will cherish all the good times you have had together. Although it was not a happy ending you might have expected, it was something. A lesson in life, a blessing in disguise. You will be okay, eventually. TC mark