my post on Reddit in the NoSleep subreddit is blowing up! I’m so exited!

It seems like pretty much all the people I know are either getting married or they’re preganant. Like people who graduated fucking HIGH SCHOOL with me like a year and a half ago. It’s fucking crazy, man.

You’re gonna want to watch this.

"A child taxidermist, an outsider in his small town, is entranced by a girl who finds his work beautiful. But just as their relationship begins to progress, he does something that drastically changes everything."

Thurstan Crow And His Beloved Wife

It was the biggest gala of the year. Everyone from milkmaid to baroness were invited to attend the celebration of the engagement of the two remaining heirs of the wealthiest families in Ironbridge. The ladies, in their finery and the men with freshly shined boots, all arrived at Torchwood Manor, the home of Baron Jules Torchwood, the father of the groom on this particular evening teeming with excitement and anticipation.

The moon was bright and high in the sky; weather clear and a subtle breeze blew through the wind chimes that hung in the garden. Eveyone was dancing and chatting in the grandest ballroom in the Manor. Everyone was a blur of fine, colourful clothing, and the smell of rich wine and freshly picked flowers was thick in the air. Exactly an hour into the festivities after everyone had arrived, the Baron Jules stood up on a stool and summoned everyone to gather around and direct their attention to the ostentatious stiarcase where Eliza Foretta, the bride would be decedning down the stairs. just then in a flury of music, the doors atop the stairs swung open and out walked an angel. Madam Foretta looked so stunning everyone was held in complete shock and awe for a sum of minutes. Finally the room burst into cheering and applause and she ran down the stairs into the arms of her husband to be. Never before was there a happier couple, or more anticipated wedding.

It was at this exact moment when the grand mahogany doors of Torchwood manor suddenly swung open wide once again. Everyone, confused, stopped cheering and clapping and started at the doorway. There was a collective gasp and a tangible and horrified silence as the visitor strolled through the doorway, casually, like the devil himself. He sauntered down the stairs with intent and a strange, eerie smile on his face. Though it is not the visitor himself that had caused such a scene, but rather what he held in his hands: A large glass jar with a human brain suspended within. Submerged in strange green liquid that almost seemed to glow in the light of the chandeliers, he gripped the jar under one arm and walked towards the crowd. 

whispers rippled amongst the stunned people, and it was all the same name. Thurstan Crow, the renowned scientist who had gone mad after the death of his beloved wife.

Who was allegedly the owner of the human brain he carried with him.

Part 1: Mick Sunder, Murderer.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Mick Sunder, I’m 32 years old. I’ll be 33 in February. That’s next month, I think. 

I know, the month of “love”. Ironic right?

Anyway, There isn’t much back ground story, I grew up middle class, loving parents. Until my father died when I was 16 in a work-related accident, and my mother started drinking so much she would be passed out in her room for days, from just guzzling alcohol. She would forget to pick my little brother up from school, so I would have to drive out to get him. She even forgot my 17th birthday, and I spent that night forcing her to eat oatmeal instead of blowing out fucking candles. So I guess you could say I resent her a little bit. She wouldn’t want anything to do with me then, and certainly not now. After she finds out what I’ve done, she might even disown me, if she hasn’t already. As for my little brother, He ran away not long after my dad died. He didn’t want to see mom like this, and he was miserable. He got in with a couple bad kids from down the block, packed up a few things and I haven’t seen him since. 

I guess you could say before all of this I lived a pretty average life. I’m a bit of a loner, I don’t have any friends. I liked to sleep with a lot of women, and I don’t remember any of their names, none of them matter anyway, they’re all whores.

So I guess I’ll get to it then. The real reason why you’re here. You wanna know why, huh? You wanna know why I did it. Thats the big question isn’t it? Why? You look like you’re pretty smart. You aren’t so sure that the papers told the whole truth. And you’re here to find out for your self. Straight from the murder’s mouth, huh? You think they might have hid a few things to make me look more guilty. Why though? why, why, why? We’ll let me tell you something. I may be a murderer, but I’m not a liar.

So I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna tell you the truth, the full truth and nothing but the truth from the very beginning. So help me God.

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Bertrand Boissimon. Défauts de Fabrication.

my kitten.

my kitten.

One time, all of my siblings had gone to my dad’s house, and it was just me and my mom. It was pretty late at night, almost 12:00 at night on a Friday. I was settled into bed, probably on the internet, when I hear a very faint voice coming from the living room.

At this point I immediately switch into survival mode, and very quietly make my way to the living room, which is only a short distance from my room. My heart is pounding in my head as I slowly open the door to the living room slightly, and peer out into the semi darkness to see if I can see anyone.

Nobody out there.

I still feel a little nervous.

The room is illuminated by the television that someone had left on, and as I slip into the room to go and turn it off, I hear the voice again, very faintly.

It sounds oddly familiar.

So I call out: “Is anybody there?” Hoping to get a response from my mother, perhaps beckoning me from her bedroom. But then I hear in response, very distinctly this time, the voice again: “It’s-a me, Mario!” 

Somebody had left the Wii on, after playing a video game, and it was just the main menu voices talking. 

I didn’t get murdered. 

Original video here , if you’re interested. 

Original video here , if you’re interested.