As you may recall, I recently joined Deviant Art. My first order of business was following a few of my favorite artists (it’s called “watching”, actually, which sounds a little creepy), one of them being Zarla. She’s drawn a huge amount of Undertale comics, including an entire series called Handplates, which was pretty darn awesome. If there are any Undertale fans reading this right now, and you’re interested in Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster, then I’d definitely recommend checking it out. Continue reading The Duck’s Computer Has a Ghost
I had a super weird dream the night of 12/16/14. I remember myself and a friend (not a friend I actually knew, but one just from the dream) at this hotel. It seemed more like an apartment building, really, but I think it was a hotel because we were on vacation in this weird city. His room was several floors above mine, and I remember we had to travel back and forth between the two rooms a lot, and it took a while, and I was able to kind of make it speed up in the dream because it was boring.
We then decided to go to this mall. We thought it would be a lot of fun to walk around it, and so we headed down to the lobby of the hotel. I kind of sped up that part, too, and I also needed to return something to my room that I was holding, so I kind of had it teleport to my room through sheer willpower so I didn’t have to go all the way back up. On the way through the lobby, we had to walk down this hallway, and lining one wall were those weird machines where you try to pick up the stuffed animals with the claw that never grabs on, and the toys were pretty creepy in there. We then walked outside where it was kind of an empty field of dirt and a street, and we started walking to the mall. Continue reading The Duck Visits a Haunted Mall
Many years ago, my parents and I went on a short trip to Gettysburg, PA. You know the place. The one in the Civil War. No idea what happened there, but it was in the Civil War. Right? Anyway, I remember this delightful candy store that sold this yummy sponge candy and also a restaurant under this long brick building, where I ate salmon and got stared at by some dolls in a cabinet. And then I come to the main topic of this post. We also went on a ghost walk one evening. And it still haunts me to this day.
It was a while ago, so let’s see what I can remember. Well, I know it started out in the basement of the Farnsworth House, a lovely brick building that is said to have ghostly visitors. Sure. Yeah right. It was dark and cold down there, and I remember something coffin shaped in the middle of the room. And we all sat in chairs while this woman spoke, and I forget most of what she said. The only thing I remember is something about a ghost boy who sometimes visits that very room and sits on people’s laps. I think I forgot all else she said because I was on guard for said ghost boy. Stay away from me! My lap is closed! Closed!
And then the walking part of the walk started. So we walked. To different places. Yep. You probably want more detail. Well, it was dark by then, or at least getting quite dark, but I remember it being dark. I remember stopping by this tall building. They said people sometimes saw faces looking out the windows here, even when no one was in there. I’m not sure if this building was even used at all anymore. I looked, reluctantly, but saw nothing. We spent quite a bit of time at that building, while I looked at the dark streets around us, eyes sometimes wandering back to those windows. I didn’t want to see anything, but I looked anyway, and those windows remained empty. Phew.
And then I mainly remember one more thing, a clearing in these woods. We stopped off to the side, looking into the large, long clearing that I still see in my head quite well. Our guide told us that a previous group had seen ghosts in that clearing, but I forgot the details or what even brought them to that location in the first place. Once again, we saw nothing, to both my disappointment and relief.
I remember little else but a low bridge that I was a bit afraid to walk over, but I forget why, and a building by the woods that apparently also had something gruesome associated with it, possibly to do with amputated body parts…. It was a fun walk in some ways because, for whatever reason, we all like being scared sometimes, but it also still creeps me out a bit. There are a lot of stories associated with that place, as I’m sure many of us know. I remember stories of the haunted bed and breakfasts there, where people sometimes feel someone sitting on the end of their beds at night. Or stories of people dressed as soldiers out where there were once battles, and people take their pictures, only to look at their photos later and find that there’s no one there. I don’t believe in ghosts myself, but these stories still haunt my anyway. And I’d never stay at a “haunted” hotel, just in case I do hear or see or feel something. No amount of believing ghosts don’t exist will keep me from disintegrating in terror when I hear a sound in the middle of the night.
So anyway, there’s my little spooky story for this year’s All Hallow’s Eve. Have a nice Halloween, and I hope I don’t have you looking over your shoulder now. Like I currently am. What’s that? No, don’t close your web browser! What’s that sound? Help me!
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