A Lot Of You Have Been Asking Me Where Did I Get My Heels That I Wore For My Grell Sutcliff Cosplay.

fro-does whatever the fuck they want.

whoever murders me best not be caught bc im aiming to be featured on buzzfeed unsolved

Warning, some gore, read at your own risk .-.

I wasn't expecting this.

I had gone out to the country side to visit my grandmother. She was a kind old lady with muscles of stone. The farm she ran was of good size, her crops were always handled well by her farm hands. Grandpa wasn't around, he'd passed away only 3 years ago. That wound was still pretty fresh in my heart, and grandma's. She had me stay in her guest room. She'd kept it pretty tidy, not a speck of dust in the room. The only sign of life i saw was the odly shaped spiderweb in the corner, which when I pointed it out grandma came in with her duster and took care of it.

Everyone knew I had a bad immune system. I grew up in the city and got sick often. That being said I grew to hate doctors as I saw them way too much. Mom didn't want to move out here, but couldn't pay enough to leave the city and head to the suburbs. So, until mom's got everything set up, I'm gonna be here for a while. At around nine, I got into bed. I was cuddled up all fine and dandy until I felt a pinch on the right side of my face. I sat up startled and stuck my hands to it while I turned on the lamp on the left side table. I saw something in my peripheral that looked to be a dark brown blob, I wasn't wearing my glasses. I hurriedly smashed them onto my face but tge culprit was gone. I stood up and headed to the restroom, looking in the mirror and checked my face. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.... I went back to bed that night.

I wish I'd woke up Grandma.

The next morning I awoke to a stinging pain in the same spot. I reached up to touch it in my sleep only to hiss and jump back from the sharp stinging pain. My fingertips looked to have blood and pus along them. I hurried into the bathroom again to see that the spot from last night had practically melted in a circular pattern. It was red and brown, and the puss seemed to ooze slightly from the wound.

I hate doctors.

I can't tell.

I should have told grandma.

I decided I wasn't going to wear glasses today, and I parted my hair to cover the spot. I went along the day playing pretend like everything was fine. That night, I went and looked in the mirror. It was worse. I could see it coming dangerously close to my eye.

I couldn't do it.

The doctors were too much...

I should have told grandma.

The next day I told everyone i wasn't feeling well and didn't want to be bothered. They respected my wishes.

It got worse, the vision in my right eye blurred and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. It had eaten away at the skin and had rotted my eye.

I couldn't see out of my right eye.

I needed help.

I needed to tell Grandma.

I ran back to my room. I hid for another day. I had been eating, sneaking food when no one was awake, but I couldn't keep it down anymore. I was getting sicker.

I didn't have to tell Grandma.

She barged in at the sound of my retching into the small basket. When I looked up at her she gasped holding a shaking hand to her agape mouth.

"Grandma-?"

Her face quickly turned to an angry glare as she slammed my door shut.

"No-! Grandma wait-!" I tried to push open the door but it was stuck.

"Grandma!!" I banged it the door and called out to her.

I went and I sat down after a while, my throat in pieces. I sniffed as I began to cry.

I'm still sitting here.

I should have told grandma. What is that smell-? I look around to see smoke coming up from one of the vents. I gasp and quickly stand up. I ho back to banging on the door.

"Grandma please let me out please help me-!" I screamed out with the voice I had left.

Grandma stood out side the house, a cigarette in her mouth and a hand on the cross that hung around her neck.

"I knew Charles' ghost was still here." Her face was tense.

"I can't believe he got poor 'ol Ally, the sick bastard." She said to herself. The farm hands came running from behind, fire truck sirens in the distance.

I wasn't expecting this.

I thought the girl had just burned to death, but theres signs of brown recluse toxins in her blood.

I need to get Dennis on this case...something's not right.

Eh, could be better. No ghosts, no psychopaths just. Suspicious grandmas and brown recluses.

A horror story that doesn’t involve one of the big three (Paranormal, Aliens, or a Psychopath) just to show me it can actually be done.

Hey instead of a Harry Potter world there should be a lord of the rings world where it’s super immersive and you’re given a sword when you enter the world and giant spiders chase you and the elf actors eat dirt and offer you some

Reasons I believe my friend is secretly some kind of deity

1) First time we spoke was a week after the beggining of freshman year she summed up my entire character and most of the events of my life Sherlock style. I asked her how the hell she knew all that. She just shrugged and said she figured out our entire class already.

2) The one time we had religion class instead of ethics she listened to the teacher for a few minutes, laughed and told me:

“Humans have wished to be gods so much they’ve forgotten they have to ability to create them. Imagination has truly suffered from this ‘monotheism’ stuff.”

I was confused and asked her if she was an atheist. She rolled her eyes and said:

“Oh I believe in god alright. I just don’t think the bastard deserves to be worshipped.”

3) Out of nowhere she gave me this advice:

“The only truth a liar ever told was that lies weren’t going to save you. Don’t become the liar who has to pass that wisdom on, because they speak from experience.”

4) To this day, she has one of those old-timey phones with buttons she only uses to ocassionally call someone. When I asked her why she never got a smartphone she got pouty:

“I hate social media. On Facebook they talk a lot but never say anything. If I wanted to listen to people moan about their problems and ask for help they don’t expect I’d listen to their prayers.” (Notice the choice of words)

5) I noticed she was stiff and I offered her a massage since I’m really good at it but when i started kneading her back I swear to this day those were not muscles I felt. I asked her what she did to turn her muscles into rocks covered with a thin layer of skin and she kinda froze then shrugged and said she was just really, really stiff. My hands hurt after ten minutes when I can usually go for an hour. Next time I offered she seemed surprised and laughed. She still has rocks for muscles.

6) We were having a debate over the way neural pathways are formed (I study biology and she forensics) and I jokingly asked if I could have her brain for study when she dies. She laughed.

“Sure, if you find a way to kill me you can have it. I’m actually curious what you’re gonna find.”

7) One time she was tired and miserable and I tried to comfort her. We both have really dark sense of humor so I told her she could scare the dead out of their graves with that glare. She told me the dead can’t come back and I rolled my eyes and said ‘obviously’ but she continued:

“When you die you descend to the underworld with nothing to lose. To keep you, they give you something to lose. When you want to return, they will demand it back. That’s why nobody ever leaves. The only way out is to never enter.”

8) One day she just came up to me with a disappointed look on her face. When I asked her what was wrong she was quiet for a few seconds and then just told me:

“Betrayals committed in good intentions are still damning. Just… keep that in mind.” Then she left and didn’t speak to me for three days. I still don’t know what she meant but even three years later I haven’t forgotten it.

9) We were casually sitting on a bench when, out of nowhere, she asked me: “Is it just me or have humans gotten dumber? Or have they always been this stupid and I just haven’t been paying attention?”

10) She asked me if I ever wondered what it was like to die. I said no but told her I would tell her when I found out. I meant it as a ghost joke but she smiled at me and said:

“Great. I’ll wait for you to come back. Maybe you’ll even remember me.”

In conclusion, she is some kind of low-key god and she lost her faith in humanity even before we lost our faith in her but she’s stuck with us because immortality is a bitch.

P.S. I just remembered her name is a variation on ‘Eve’. Maybe I should reconsider my atheist status?!

did Harry Potter really have a currency called a knut??? how did preteen (and let’s be real twenty year old) wizards deal w that??

Let us not forget our true Lord and savior

I like your shitty Undertaker cosplay.

I did a shitty Undertaker cosplay

*drools*

Just remember, these are elected officials and our tax dollars are being used for this.