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Freaky Ghost Chick

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Three Kings Ritual

NOTE: ALRIGHT, I will start off by saying that i DO NOT mess with this type of stuff personally….im too chicken.  Secondly if anyone is offended by the “magical/mystical references etc I’M sorry but blame my followers because i aim to please majority.  Thirdly ifANYONE TRIES THIS i want to kno what happens. 

The Ritual

Please Don’t Actually Try This

I’ve been posting bits and pieces of my life here, but I find them a little boring and self-serving (the last one about the juvie incidents was already like 70% made-up, to my shame) so today I’ll post a recipe instead. This is not creepypasta (at least not yet) and I’m writing it from a train in the NYC area.

What I’m about to share with you today is one of the many relatively safe ways in which you can access (not quite enter) a place I call the “Shadowside”, and its effectiveness depends on how seriously you take me; your mileage may vary, refer to title.

I won’t tell you that you shouldn’t be afraid of the Shadowside; chances are you’ve already seen it after all, and merely think it was just a “recurring dream”. I will tell you there is no need to be ignorantly afraid of it, though. There is a difference. Ignorance fuels fear and fear can give that place a lot of juice to run on. You have to be big on preparation if you want to try this. It’s like sky diving: if getting it right on your first try is not something you’re good at, then this is not for you.

If you do drugs or alcohol the night of the event, you’re going to have a bad time. If you’re going through some serious issues in your life and are not feeling mentally or spiritually stable, or if you’re doing this just to escape, you’re going to have a bad time. And if you don’t follow my instructions (particularly the multiple backups I’ll give you, which trust me, are there for a reason) you’re going to really have a bad time. The name of this game is THE THREE KINGS, btw.

Ingredients:

• A very large empty and quiet room, preferably without windows. If windows exist, you need to be able to cover them and ensure total darkness. Basements usually work well, if they’re roomy enough.
• A pack of candles (you’ll only use 1, if all goes well), and a lighter.
• A bucket of water and a mug.
• A fan.
• Two large mirrors (like the one on your dresser. Don’t worry, they won’t be harmed. Or if they are, it’d be the least of your concerns).
• Three chairs.
• An alarm clock.
• An active cell phone (don’t forget to charge the goddamn battery!)
• A loved one willing to follow rules and go along with all this madness.
• A small toy or dear object from your childhood.

Setup:

• Start setup at around 11 PM. Place one chair in the center of the room, facing north (this is important). Place the other two chairs exactly to the left and right, facing your throne. The distance between your throne and that of your queen and fool should be about the length of your arm to each side, more or less.
• Place the two large mirrors on the queen and fool chairs left and right of you, facing you (and each other). Try your best to have them stand at a 90 degree angle (or else you may get more or less than three kings). If you sit on your throne facing straight ahead (north), you should be able to perceive your own reflection in each of the two mirrors without actually having to turn your head nor your eyes to do so. If you see your own reflection in the corner of your eye, just barely there, then you’ve done it right.
• Place the bucket of water and the mug in front of you, just barely out of reach.
• Place the fan behind you, turn it on. Don’t set it to maximum power -medium or low is usually enough. Leave it on.
• Turn off the lights, leave the door open and go to your bedroom.
• Set the candles by the side of the bed, next to a lighter, your alarm clock and your cellphone (leave it charging). Set your alarm clock for 3:30 AM.
• Turn off the lights and sleep while holding your power object, get some rest.

Showtime:

• Wake up at 3:30 AM with your alarm clock. Turn it off, but don’t turn on the light. You have exactly three minutes to light your candle, grab your cellphone, and make your way to the dark room to sit in your throne. You should be seated by 3:33 AM.
• Don’t forget your power object!
• Check for potential red flags: if your cellphone didn’t charge for whatever reason, abort the mission. If the alarm didn’t go off exactly at 3:30 AM, abort the mission. If you find the dark room door closed (remember you left it open) abort the mission. If the fan is turned off (you left it on) abort the mission.
• (Side note: if you have to abort the mission due to any of the above, leave the house with your loved one. Go to a hotel or something. There’s no need to run; you have time to grab a jacket and your keys and what not, but leave. After 6 AM the coast should be clear.)
• If all is going as planned, you can proceed and take your throne. DO NOT look directly at either of the two mirrors besides you. DO NOT let the candle go out. The fan is behind you. You must protect the candle with your body, which is standing in between (there’s a reason for this; as you’ll soon see).
• Look straight ahead, at the darkness. Not at the candle, not at the mirrors, just straight ahead. Eagle-eyed readers surely noticed I didn’t say during setup which chair was queen and which chair was fool. That’s because it’s your job to find out. And from their point of view, you are either their queen or their fool, too. Hence three kings.

~~ I won’t spoil what happens next. Suffice to say, you won’t be alone and if you have questions, you’ll get answers. Sometimes in the form of new questions, but hey, that’s the story of humanity eh? Just stay put and try not to move. Again, DO NOT look directly at the mirrors, nor the candle. Just straight ahead, trust me. Don’t chicken out either; you need to wait until 4:34. By 4:34 it’s all over. It’s okay to tremble a little bit, just try not to. Not because it affects the ritual or anything -it’s just a pussy thing to do while in polite company.

Did I mention not to let the candle go out? That’s what the fan is for. You’re protecting the candle with your body, but if your body were to be suddenly moved then the fan would turn off the candle. That’s backup number 1. Your loved one is backup number 2: at 4:34 she has to come in the room and call your name. If that won’t work, she has to call your cellphone. If that won’t work, she has the glass of water and the bucket. She can’t touch you though -that’s a newbie mistake. Backup number 3 is your item of power, the toy, or locket or whatever object of strength you brought along for the ride. It’ll show you the way if SHTF.

Multiple back ups. You gotta be like a boy scout if you do these things. If you half-ass it, half-ass it all the way so that it won’t work. Worst you can do is take it seriously enough for it to work and not seriously enough to be prepared for the consequences.

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.

_____________________

-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.