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Junichi: KONICHIWA MOST PREASED TO MEET YOU!!

I DO NOT "OWN" THIS PICTURE.

I DO NOT "OWN" THIS PICTURE.

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Perfect World

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There's a Visine for-OH SHIT WTH IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Visine Gets the itchy, burning Sauron but Visine

Visine Gets the itchy, burning Sauron but Visine

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Tall Shadow

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>>「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)19:06 No.356914 Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match imemdiately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness. If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches. »「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)19:07 No.356915 During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labelled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparantly dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationarily point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparantly died To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. ..or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven. >>厂OP Here 11/26/07(Mon)21:01 No.357105 My great-great grandmother, who had been ill for some time now, finally passed away. My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief. She was his one true love and they had been married for over 50 years. They had been married so long it was if they knew each others thoughts. Even after the doctor announced her dead, my great-great grandfather still insisted that she was not. He had to literally be pried away from his wife's body so they could prepare her for a burial. Back in those days they had simple backyard burial plots, without the body doing through any preservation. The body was simply committed to the coffin and buried. Throughout this process, my great-great grandfather protested so much that he had to be sedated and put to bed. His wife was buried, and that was that. That night, he woke to a horrific vision of his wide hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife's body taken out. The doctor refused. He continued to have this nightmare every night that week, and each day after begged the doctor to remove his wife from the grave. Finally, the doctor gave in, and with the local authorities had the coffin removed from the ground and pried open. To everyone's horror and amazement, my great great grandmothers nails were bent back, and there were obvious scratches on the inside of the coffin. »「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)22:10 No.357210 nce, when I was younger, my friend sent me an interesting article on lucid dreaming. I read it and decided to attempt such a dream. My first attempts were futile, however, I still tried every night. On the night of my 19th birthday I set the cup of water I usually brought on my night table and closed my door and windows, locking the windows with both latches, I laid down, turned off the light and, went to bed. The next time I opened my eyes I was in a white room with a single door, identical to the one I had in my room, and a large window behind me, also identical to the one near my bed; The room was devoid of all other furniture. Immediately I grasped the idea that I was dreaming, I looked at my hands and the rest of my body. I was clothed in a pair of my boxers and a white T-shirt, my normal nightly attire. The only descerepency was that my clothes were soaking wet. >>「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)22:12 No.357213 I suddenly felt very cold and very alone. I walked briskly forward and tried the doorknob with no luck, the door was locked shut. I turned to start at the window and froze in terror. Two deathly cold blue eyes stared back at me from a grotesquely horrifying silhouette. I was frozen with terror as I watched the figure. After a few moments its long, gnarled hand crept towards the window, its long, boney claws scratching at the glass. It then began to press on the window. cracks began to snake through the glass as it creaked and moaned under the pressure. Just as the window was on the verge of shattering I heard my door burst open, golden-yellow rays of light flooded into the room and caressed my back. "WAKE UP! QUICKLY!" A commanding voice bellowed from behind me. I awoke from my nightmare with horror, sweat beading on my forehead, my bedsheets were soaked in sweat and my cup of water had toppled over upon me. The my heart sunk, out of the corner of my eye I saw a long hand reaching towards me. I whirled to face the figure only to hear something scurry off into the night. My window was shattered, glass peppered my floor and long shards still clung to the window frame. I was frozen in horror and quickly collected myself, bolting out of my room, there was no need to open my door. I locked myself in the bathroom and called the police. As I spoke to the officers later that night I could have sworn I saw two, bobbing blue orbs hanging just below the moon against the cold, black sky. I averted my eyes at a question, and they were gone.

>>「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)19:06 No.356914 Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match imemdiately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness. If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches. »「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)19:07 No.356915 During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labelled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparantly dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationarily point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparantly died To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. ..or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven. >>厂OP Here 11/26/07(Mon)21:01 No.357105 My great-great grandmother, who had been ill for some time now, finally passed away. My great-great grandfather was devastated beyond belief. She was his one true love and they had been married for over 50 years. They had been married so long it was if they knew each others thoughts. Even after the doctor announced her dead, my great-great grandfather still insisted that she was not. He had to literally be pried away from his wife's body so they could prepare her for a burial. Back in those days they had simple backyard burial plots, without the body doing through any preservation. The body was simply committed to the coffin and buried. Throughout this process, my great-great grandfather protested so much that he had to be sedated and put to bed. His wife was buried, and that was that. That night, he woke to a horrific vision of his wide hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife's body taken out. The doctor refused. He continued to have this nightmare every night that week, and each day after begged the doctor to remove his wife from the grave. Finally, the doctor gave in, and with the local authorities had the coffin removed from the ground and pried open. To everyone's horror and amazement, my great great grandmothers nails were bent back, and there were obvious scratches on the inside of the coffin. »「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)22:10 No.357210 nce, when I was younger, my friend sent me an interesting article on lucid dreaming. I read it and decided to attempt such a dream. My first attempts were futile, however, I still tried every night. On the night of my 19th birthday I set the cup of water I usually brought on my night table and closed my door and windows, locking the windows with both latches, I laid down, turned off the light and, went to bed. The next time I opened my eyes I was in a white room with a single door, identical to the one I had in my room, and a large window behind me, also identical to the one near my bed; The room was devoid of all other furniture. Immediately I grasped the idea that I was dreaming, I looked at my hands and the rest of my body. I was clothed in a pair of my boxers and a white T-shirt, my normal nightly attire. The only descerepency was that my clothes were soaking wet. >>「Anonymous 11/26/07(Mon)22:12 No.357213 I suddenly felt very cold and very alone. I walked briskly forward and tried the doorknob with no luck, the door was locked shut. I turned to start at the window and froze in terror. Two deathly cold blue eyes stared back at me from a grotesquely horrifying silhouette. I was frozen with terror as I watched the figure. After a few moments its long, gnarled hand crept towards the window, its long, boney claws scratching at the glass. It then began to press on the window. cracks began to snake through the glass as it creaked and moaned under the pressure. Just as the window was on the verge of shattering I heard my door burst open, golden-yellow rays of light flooded into the room and caressed my back. "WAKE UP! QUICKLY!" A commanding voice bellowed from behind me. I awoke from my nightmare with horror, sweat beading on my forehead, my bedsheets were soaked in sweat and my cup of water had toppled over upon me. The my heart sunk, out of the corner of my eye I saw a long hand reaching towards me. I whirled to face the figure only to hear something scurry off into the night. My window was shattered, glass peppered my floor and long shards still clung to the window frame. I was frozen in horror and quickly collected myself, bolting out of my room, there was no need to open my door. I locked myself in the bathroom and called the police. As I spoke to the officers later that night I could have sworn I saw two, bobbing blue orbs hanging just below the moon against the cold, black sky. I averted my eyes at a question, and they were gone.

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Sabias que... La imagen adjunta fue creada por un hombre lamado PierreJean Durand, un fan frances de 23 años de My Little Pony: Friendship is magic. Una noche el estaba experimentando con Adobe Photoshop, intentando crear una imagen de "Pinkie Pie" con atributos similares al del humano Después de guardarla, el la vio previamente y noto algo peculiar. El vio que la pintura se volvio distorcionada,no un poco, si no fuertemente. El pensó que podria ser solo un error de Phots hop mientras que la guardaba, pero aún asi era extraña la forma en que se habia teñido de un rojo intenso El decidio ir a la cama.. solo para nunca des pertar jamas. Murio en su sueño. La imagen PGN fue encontrada abierta en su laptop, y fue publicada en su blog. Su madre murió unos dias despues, y fue asumida que por depresion. Poco des pués de esos incidentes su cuenta de blog fue dada de baja. Esa imagen fue convertida en JPG despues de eso, Pero nadie murió después de verla. Fue concidencia o estaba la imagen maldita? Saquen sus concluciones. www.desmotivaciones.es

Sabias que... La imagen adjunta fue creada por un hombre lamado PierreJean Durand, un fan frances de 23 años de My Little Pony: Friendship is magic. Una noche el estaba experimentando con Adobe Photoshop, intentando crear una imagen de "Pinkie Pie" con atributos similares al del humano Después de guardarla, el la vio previamente y noto algo peculiar. El vio que la pintura se volvio distorcionada,no un poco, si no fuertemente. El pensó que podria ser solo un error de Phots hop mientras que la guardaba, pero aún asi era extraña la forma en que se habia teñido de un rojo intenso El decidio ir a la cama.. solo para nunca des pertar jamas. Murio en su sueño. La imagen PGN fue encontrada abierta en su laptop, y fue publicada en su blog. Su madre murió unos dias despues, y fue asumida que por depresion. Poco des pués de esos incidentes su cuenta de blog fue dada de baja. Esa imagen fue convertida en JPG despues de eso, Pero nadie murió después de verla. Fue concidencia o estaba la imagen maldita? Saquen sus concluciones. www.desmotivaciones.es

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