Awesome Spider

This scary optical illusion of a spider is done in a same way “Christopher Walken Illusion” was made. Continuous flashing gives you feeling spider is gonna jump out of your screen any second, and attack you! …disturbing and frightening. Jump inside the post to see it!

My Amazing Friend is The Best Artist

MY FRIEND DREW THIS. SHE POSTED IT ONLINE SO YOU CAN FIND IT. I HAD TO SHOW YOU GUYS. LOOK INTO THE EYES OF THIS PICTURE AND TELL ME THIS ISN'T TALENT. BECAUSE YOU WOULD BE INSANE. I KNOW EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION BUT C'MON????

More Poems

-Banshee
Within my voice is the sound of bones
snapping, torsion of dry joints
grinding cupped sockets.
A fine ear may hear the high pitch of tension
bent before the relieving snap,
or like dice against dice
nubs crushed in a jaw
where wet teeth crack
as the tarsals split.
A mere whisper flays skin
paper-thin from hot flesh.
In my voice is the sound of valves
clogged in thickening drubs
of blood; the drowning fight
to force the silt slugging
dense as lead in the heart.
My scream stops birds dead in midair.
Crows fall to the ground like stones.
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-Call of the Kindred
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain.
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind.
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realize I could be lying?
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-My Fate
Burn your fears in the eyes of death
collapsing dreams, dominating power
summoning lightning storms under silent breath
burning the weak under the church bell tower.
Army's of god rumbling in the distance
through the forest seeking my radiance
shining into lost souls of the all mighty one
dark rivers of blood streaming toward the sun .
Sun rises full of memories , enchanted stories
as carcasses disintegrate into the earth's crust
death became my living glory
until I meet my fate ill be swirling up the dust.
Taking satanic rituals into society's eyes
re-writing the holy book of lies
creating a new path for man kind
where only honor you can find.
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-What's Wrong With Me?
Mom says where's your homework
And take a bath, you reek.
Mom says change your underwear
Jeez, I did that just last week.
It's strange I can't remember things
Now doesn't that seem weird?
My head is empty, dull and blank
My past had disappeared.
Maybe I'm a zombie kid
A dead amnesiac.
And when mommy's fast asleep tonight
Perhaps I'll have a snack.
Mom sounds quite delicious
I know I can't abstain.
A little bit of innards
A smorgasborg of brain.
So no more silly homework
No dumb bedtime curfew
And I'll never change my underwear
'Cause zombies never do.
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-Not The Wind

Your body filled with a dreadful chill, 

Stared at your desk, and the white old quill. 

Windy night, the quill moved slight, 

You turned the switch, seeking light.

No light came, the bulb was dead, 

You thought of going back to bed. 

Suddenly noticed, quill moved slight, 

You approached, with all your might.

Not the wind, window was closed, 

Heart raced, a message exposed. 

You read in horror, ink was red, 

"Not the wind, go back to bed!"

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-Phone

That feeling like you're all alone, 

They're all gone, you grab your phone. 

Quickly scrolling through your list, 

Phone is bleeding down your wrist.

You bring the phone to your ear, 

Low sad voice, you begin to hear. 

Voice whispers, don't look back, 

You slowly glance, it's all black.

Dropped the phone, as you run, 

You fall over, a bloody gun. 

In your pocket, you hear a ring, 

You reach in, you feel a sting.

Poison hits you, right away, 

It is clear, you're the prey. 

You look back, they lay alone, 

Holding on, to their phone.

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-Cries

As a child, I played in the forest nearby, 

One evening I heard, a little girl cry, 

It was obvious she was lost, 

In the middle of winters frost.

I ran out in a frantic search, 

Bells rang in our local church, 

Ran faster, followed the cries, 

My fear for her, began to rise.

Cries turned into a continuous weep, 

I never felt emotions so deep. 

Looked up, dropped to my knees, 

A dying crow, I saw in the trees.

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-Ghost

Woke one night, with a pain, 

Hair was soaked, pillow stain. 

There was nothing I could hear, 

A human shadow did appear.

Slowly crept out of bed, 

Stunned I stood, as I bled. 

Could not hear the dripping sound, 

As my blood, soaked the ground.

Could not move, I was engrossed, 

As I stared at the ghost. 

He was missing his right ear, 

The ghost was me, it was clear.

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-Scary Room

There's a ghost in my room, 

And a Witch on a broom, 

Vampires under my bed, 

A headless monster in the shed.

All these characters are pretty scary, 

The Werewolf is very hairy, 

They always seem to appear at night, 

To protect me, I need a Knight.

Which one do I fear the most? 

It's gotta be that ugly ghost, 

Always walking without a head, 

He calls himself, Mr. Fred.

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-Butcher Shop

He lived on the east side of town, 

Anger filled his evil frown. 

20 years he worked the shop, 

Mastered threats and the chop.

He worked best during heavy fog, 

Searched for victims that would jog. 

Threw them right into his van, 

To cause sorrow was his plan.

He made sure to chop each limb, 

But first he'd tear off all their skin. 

When they yelled, oh please, oh stop, 

He'd smile and say - "Welcome to my butcher shop!"

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Purple Forest (Japanese song)

In a certain place…
Long, long ago…
There was a certain forest. 
In this forest a voice could be constantly heard,
No one knew who this voice belonged,
For no matter whoever went into the forest,
That person never came out.
The people of the area grew to fear this place,
And named it the purple forest.
Dew to the gorgeous purple haze,
That constantly surrounded it.
A time came…
When a certain traveller by the name of Minato arrived in those parts.
Not aware of the customs warnings or even the traditions of the area,
He ventured into the forest,
Unaware of glorious eye's watching him as he went.

"Deep inside this dark forest"
"I sit all alone singing a tune"
"The gentle sound of the wind"
"Is a sacred whisper,"
"That heals that deep loneliness"
"Within my heart."

Upon hearing this strange voice the traveller Minato turned quickly,
And saw something very strange.
A woman…
A beautiful young woman with glorious crimson hair stood before him,
Smiling kindly at him,
She curtsied and said
"Hello dear traveller."
"My name is Kushina, how do you do?"
"You must be tired from walking so,"
"Come…sit by me and rest your weary legs,"
"And I shall sing you a lovely tune."
The traveller was at first cautious of this woman,
But her looks and charm quickly won him over,
And soon found himself sitting on the forest floor,
Captivated by her singing.
But the longer the traveller stayed…
The less he was able to notice his surroundings,
And he failed to see the violet mist hugging the two more and more than before…
The traveller grew weary and thought it best to rest his head on the woman's lap.
As she stroked his golden mane.
When the traveller came too,
He noticed the beautiful woman leading him somewhere,
"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?"
But the woman giggled at him,
And continued to lead him,
Until eventually they arrived at a place…
One would deem paradise.
The place was full of various flowers, 
Some of which the traveller had never seen before in his life,
A gorgeous rainbow waterfall was at its very heart,
And brilliant but bountiful fruit covered the various trees.

"Why don't you…"
"Stay with me…"
"Forever"
"You can stay here…"
And never have to worry about anything…"
"Ever, ever again."
"Wouldn't you like that…?"
"Minato?"

The traveller Minato…
Did not even ask…
How this strange woman knew his name,
But he instead agreed…
With that woman,
Kushina,
As she pulled him in,
To kiss him.

Deep…
Deep inside the purple forest…
You will find a lone woman today…
Still singing a glorious tune,
And on her lap… 
Is a tunic,
That belonged once upon a time,
To a man named Minato,
Who is, for reasons unknown,
No longer physically in the forest,
But his voice can be heard riding the wind,
As can several others be heard,
As the woman Kushina sings.
Waiting…
Some day,
For you to wander in…
So that she may never be alone.

The Story With No End

One Thursday afternoon when Casey came home from school 
she realized her mothers car was not in the drive way. At first 
she was startled but then she remembered that her mother had 
to work late and told her the spare key would be under the mat 
at the back door. 

She went to the back door and reached under the mat for it, 
but it was not there! She then reached up for the door knob 
and it surprisingly it was unlocked! She entered figuring her 
mother couldn't find the spare key and left the door open. 
Right away she noticed the radio blasting and the TV just as 
loud. Besides that, at first, everything was just fine. THUD! 
She suddenly heard a huge crashing noise from upstairs. 

After a while she got enough courage to go up there and see 
what it was. When she reached the top of the stairs she looked 
around for a while, everything was absolutely fine. She was so 
startled that she rushed down the stairs practically tripping 
over her own two feet. By this time she was completely 
freaked out. 

She left her house and ran next door to her neighbors for help. 
Without knocking she quickly entered to find her neighbor 
beaten and stabbed, laying on the kitchen floor. She reached 
for the nearest phone to immediately call 911. As she grabbed 
the cordless phone and turned it on, it felt as if she was being 
watched. First, she pressed 9 and heard thundering footsteps. 
Then as she dialed the first 1 the footsteps grew louder and 
closer and sounded as if they began to run towards her. Before 
she dialed the last number she froze and without thinking, she 
quickly spun around and was~

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The Phone Call

A woman was at home alone one day,
The phone rang, she picked it up and said "Hello?" 
The voice on the phone answered "I'm the Viper I'm coming up the stairs I'm on the last step."
She was a little worried, but she shrugged it off and convinced herself it was just a prank call.
About 10 minutes later the phone rang again.
She picked it up and said "Hello?" the voice answered, "I'm the Viper I'm at the middle of the staircase."
She started thinking maybe this isn't a prank call and started to get really scared.
10 minutes later the phone rang yet a again.
The voice said "I'm the Viper I'm at your door."
She was about to dial the police when the door opened.
A short kind looking man stood at the door and said "I'm the Viper, I've come to vash your vindows."

Krampus

He sees you when you’re sleeping. The Krampus that is. You all know who the Krampus is, right? That diabolical figure covered in black fur, with horns like a goat, cloven hooves and a long red tongue? You better watch out. The Krampus is the legendary Christmas counterpart to Saint Nicholas, who punishes the naughty children while Nick gives the good ones gifts. Sure, he didn’t really make the trip across the pond, but over in Europe he was and still is a popular part of the holiday season. You better not cry, you better not pout. The spooky figure dragging rusty chains who snatches up bad children, swatting the naughty with birch switches, stuffing the worst in his sack to carry off.

He’s the central figure of theKrampuslaufen, when people dress up like devils, get drunk on schnapps, and run through town. This is the myth that artist-turned-author Brom decided to revitalize with the nice holiday story,Krampus: The Yule Lord. Weaving the folklore in with ethnography and more than a few very clever pieces of Norse mythology, he delivers a story that will make you a fan and celebrant ofKrampusnacht and Yule. Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice.

I’ve liked Brom for a while now…in fact, I think I can tell you the year I became a fan of Brom: 1994. I had probably seen his work before then, but when I picked up the newest Shadowrun module, Harlequin’s Back, I knew I had to find out more about the cover artist. That moment there crystalized a broader awareness of how roleplaying books and roleplaying illustration exist in a symbiosis, a gestalt, and made me take active note of people like Tony DiTerlizzi and Larry MacDougall and to just start paying attention to who was putting those pictures next to the statistics and game mechanics.

The relationship between the pagan Yule traditions—at least, Brom’s version of them, which he talks about in more depth in the book’s appendix—and the Christian heritage of Santa Claus is at the root of the book, which deal with the appropriation of winter solstice rituals into Christianity on a fictionalized, supernatural level. Krampus begins chained, hidden away, a heathen creature forgotten, betrayed by Santa Claus, shoved under the rug in order to focus on a sanitized version of the former fertility festival. Locked up, the Krampus has plenty of time to focus on one thing: Revenge!

How the Norse mythology gets dragged into the book is actually really the brilliant bit. I suppose it is a bit of a spoiler, but again, since I just read Song of the Vikings, I sort of need to talk about it; you could skip this paragraph and the next, if you are concerned about remaining in the dark, but I don’t think it will ruin your enjoyment of the story if you don’t. Because the Germanic traditions of Yule are connected to Norse mythology, Brom draws two elegant lines, connecting both Krampus and Santa to the gods of Asgard. Krampus is the son of Hel, daughter of Loki, queen of the underworld. He is the Horned Lord, the revitalizer of the Earth when the dark of winter lays upon the land.

Now, the twist behind Santa Claus is the more contentious and cunning origin if you ask me. You know the story of Baldr the Brave, Baldr the Beautiful, Baldr the Best, beloved son of Odin and Frigg. Everything loved Baldr…except Loki. Because Baldr was so adored, everything in the world swore to his mother Frigg that it would never harm Baldr…except Frigg didn’t bother to get little old harmless mistletoe to agree. Add in Loki, the blind god Hoder, and as you’d expect…that sprig of mistletoe kills off Baldr. Chekhov’s Herb, if you will. Well, that ain’t all she wrote for Baldr; after Ragnarok, when everyone dies? He comes back to life…and that, my friends, is the secret origin of Santa Claus.

The biggest problem I have with Krampus is the same problem I have with a few other of Brom’s novels: the human element. I realize that the no-account young man who over the course of a novel learns an important lesson about standing up for himself is a major theme of literature. Heck, I realize that the Refusal of the Call is standard fare for the Campbellian Hero’s Journey, one of the mythic underpinnings of narrative. I just…don’t like the protagonist for the bulk of the book. Jesse’s just too sniveling, too full of self-loathing and self-doubt. I agree with the villains when they talk down to him; he deserves it! I don’t find the character likable, not for a long stretch of the book. Luckily, once the Krampus comes onto the page, he just chews up the scenery: Jesse’s pathetic but the Krampus is delightful.

What this book achieved, in the end, is something important, I think: it made me want to put out shoes for the Krampus to fill with gold coins. It made me want to get gelt, those chocolate gold coins, to put in other people’s shoes. The Krampus made me want to drink Schnaps—the German stuff, not the sugary American stuff—put on horns and run around in the snow. Ultimately, it made me want to participate in the holiday tradition of the Krampus, to put him side by side with Santa Claus and Rudolph and George Bailey and John McClane and the Doctor Who Christmas Special.

…he knows if you’ve been bad or good…so be good for goodness sake!