Cosmic, I'm pretty sure it's just some lady that wanted to make money off of old photos, and she made up a suitably creepy story around it. your dad's been had.
on the other hand, it is a decent story, aside from the "OOOoooOOOooo some guy came and kidnapped a little girl! Then probably raped her a bunch!" bit.
There are a lot of crappy haunted dolls and such , but I'm pretty sure that this lady at least thinks this is real. She almost refused to ship it to him, since he lived too close and she wanted to send the photo far away. My dad didn't expect to get anything real, he just wanted something less hoaxy. Shit, from the text of that letter, do you think the lady was even smart enough to try and pull one over? She couldn't get my dad's last name right.
Anyone remember the film Boogeyman? 2005 and Barry Watson. While laughably bad, the beginning of the movie did creep me the fuck out with the whole hooded figure moving through the room, then the cloak-jacket thing falls to the ground when the dad opens the door.
my dad bought me a haunted photograph for some reason
I'll type out the story the lady sent with it and try and get a picture of it. For what little it's worth, I believe that at least the woman who sent it thinks it's authentic.
why would your dad buy you a haunted photograph? that's a terrifying present
Just out of curiosity, do you believe in anything supernatural? I'm open to the possibility, but I've experienced most of my phenomena second-hand and I've yet to find anything absolutely conclusive.
well, first of all I find the term supernatural amusing because it implicitly suggests that something can exist outside of what is "natural"
but if it's not natural, what the fuck does that mean? it's such a silly term, the rationale seems similar to how many approach the concept of god
I don't know how this happened, so I'm going to invent an explanation that lacks any actual explanatory power
a wizard did it
a ghost did it
god did it
so no, I don't believe in what most would call the supernatural
so this is the point where someone says, "well ok what about stuff we just don't know about yet? like what if ghosts are the dead communicating to us from another dimension that we go to when we die and it's scientific we just haven't figured out how it works yet"
ok, fine
it's possible
but that brings us back to the fact that this is all a very convoluted way of saying you don't know what the fuck
and instead of saying it was a "ghost" which may be some energy patter from dimension x or may be spirits from Hell or may be fairies fucking with us, why not just say you don't fucking know and acknowledge that not knowing doesn't mean you have to make up some fantastical incredibly convoluted explanation?
like I said, explanations that utterly fail to explain anything and therefore are utterly useless aside from providing amusing stories
my dad bought me a haunted photograph for some reason
I'll type out the story the lady sent with it and try and get a picture of it. For what little it's worth, I believe that at least the woman who sent it thinks it's authentic.
why would your dad buy you a haunted photograph? that's a terrifying present
Just out of curiosity, do you believe in anything supernatural? I'm open to the possibility, but I've experienced most of my phenomena second-hand and I've yet to find anything absolutely conclusive.
well, first of all I find the term supernatural amusing because it implicitly suggests that something can exist outside of what is "natural"
but if it's not natural, what the fuck does that mean? it's such a silly term, the rationale seems similar to how many approach the concept of god
I don't know how this happened, so I'm going to invent an explanation that lacks any actual explanatory power
a wizard did it
a ghost did it
god did it
so no, I don't believe in what most would call the supernatural
so this is the point where someone says, "well ok what about stuff we just don't know about yet? like what if ghosts are the dead communicating to us from another dimension that we go to when we die and it's scientific we just haven't figured out how it works yet"
ok, fine
it's possible
but that brings us back to the fact that this is all a very convoluted way of saying you don't know what the fuck
and instead of saying it was a "ghost" which may be some energy patter from dimension x or may be spirits from Hell or may be fairies fucking with us, why not just say you don't fucking know and acknowledge that not knowing doesn't mean you have to make up some fantastical incredibly convoluted explanation?
like I said, explanations that utterly fail to explain anything and therefore are utterly useless aside from providing amusing stories
this all makes sense
but i never said my fear was rational
quite frankly, i know i'm being retarded by being afraid of ghosts.
i just am and i can't help it
it's like any other phobia i guess.
it stems back to my mom telling me creepy stories when i was an impressionable young girl i think.
everyone in my family has had weird experiences in my grandmother's house
she has a room called the "doll room" where she keeps her porcelain doll collection. it is painted red.
that's all that has to be said on the matter.
once my mother brought home a four foot tall doll-thing dressed in medieval style jester/bard clothes with a little fiddle and a tiny face and beady little eyes and rosy cheeks and a great big smile
Late one night I had just woken out of a strange dream, and found that I was paralysed. It was terrifying. I couldn't move a muscle, and I was starting to have trouble breathing.
And then I saw something standing at the end of my bed. It was sort of white and translucent and it had big dark eyes. It just stood there and stared at me.
As my eyes focused a bit more I could make out the features of the figure.
It was the spirit of Emeril Lagasse.
"BAM!" The spectre shouted, and then quickly vanished.
And now I'm pregnant with Emeril Lagasse's ghost baby.
isn't trying to explain the irrational a part of human nature? we're born with a sense of reason, so when we meet a problem that can't be immediately reasoned out, the solution is to create some of explanation for why that is, no matter how convoluted.
Late one night I had just woken out of a strange dream, and found that I was paralysed. It was terrifying. I couldn't move a muscle, and I was starting to have trouble breathing.
And then I saw something standing at the end of my bed. It was sort of white and translucent and it had big dark eyes. It just stood there and stared at me.
As my eyes focused a bit more I could make out the features of the figure.
It was the spirit of Emeril Lagasse.
"BAM!" The spectre shouted, and then quickly vanished.
And now I'm pregnant with Emeril Lagasse's ghost baby.
Listen Chico, people are trying to be irrationally frightened in here.
Late one night I had just woken out of a strange dream, and found that I was paralysed. It was terrifying. I couldn't move a muscle, and I was starting to have trouble breathing.
And then I saw something standing at the end of my bed. It was sort of white and translucent and it had big dark eyes. It just stood there and stared at me.
As my eyes focused a bit more I could make out the features of the figure.
It was the spirit of Emeril Lagasse.
"BAM!" The spectre shouted, and then quickly vanished.
And now I'm pregnant with Emeril Lagasse's ghost baby.
Late one night I had just woken out of a strange dream, and found that I was paralysed. It was terrifying. I couldn't move a muscle, and I was starting to have trouble breathing.
And then I saw something standing at the end of my bed. It was sort of white and translucent and it had big dark eyes. It just stood there and stared at me.
As my eyes focused a bit more I could make out the features of the figure.
It was the spirit of Emeril Lagasse.
"BAM!" The spectre shouted, and then quickly vanished.
And now I'm pregnant with Emeril Lagasse's ghost baby.
wait a minute!
you can't have a spirit if you're not dead!
You have no proof of that! That means that live people can have ghosts!
wow to my irrational phobia or wow to the doll room?
the doll room was traumatic, i used to have to sleep in there
and by sleep i mean i sat there with the covers over my head counting down the minutes till daylight.
edit: oh fuck the scariest ones were oddly enough her beatles dolls
which may be why i'm not a huge fan of the beatles because fuck those dolls were creepy
also my mom hung a clown doll from a swing in my room, it would swing at night, one day it fell off the swing cause the window was open. that was awful
wow to my irrational phobia or wow to the doll room?
the doll room was traumatic, i used to have to sleep in there
and by sleep i mean i sat there with the covers over my head counting down the minutes till daylight.
edit: oh fuck the scariest ones were oddly enough her beatles dolls
which may be why i'm not a huge fan of the beatles because fuck those dolls were creepy
also my mom hung a clown doll from a swing in my room, it would swing at night, one day it fell off the swing cause the window was open. that was awful
Jesus Christ, did your mom get off on scaring the living shit out of you?
wow to my irrational phobia or wow to the doll room?
the doll room was traumatic, i used to have to sleep in there
and by sleep i mean i sat there with the covers over my head counting down the minutes till daylight.
edit: oh fuck the scariest ones were oddly enough her beatles dolls
which may be why i'm not a huge fan of the beatles because fuck those dolls were creepy
also my mom hung a clown doll from a swing in my room, it would swing at night, one day it fell off the swing cause the window was open. that was awful
Jesus Christ, did your mom get off on scaring the living shit out of you?
I mean, fuck
i dunno we actually just recently had this conversation in my household
apparently my aunt let my baby cousin watch some ridiculous horror movie on the grounds that he (a 5 year old) picked it out.
i distinctly remember my grandma being like "hey alex wanna watch a movie?" when i was about 6. the movie was IT. I am to this day afraid of clowns.
i don't think they understand how impressionable kids are. so i got in a big fight with them all and they were like "you're silly you turned out fine"
yeah i'm alright i'm just TERRIFIED OF FUCKING GHOSTS AND CLOWNS YOU ASSHOLES.
isn't trying to explain the irrational a part of human nature? we're born with a sense of reason, so when we meet a problem that can't be immediately reasoned out, the solution is to create some of explanation for why that is, no matter how convoluted.
that's not how reason works at all
good reasoning involves being okay with the fact that there are things you don't know, approaching the problem of their explanation in a patient, scientific manner which might not immediately yield results, and being willing to accept explanations that might well be as boring and mundane as they are accurate
yes, explaining that flash of light you saw in the woods that day or that shadow you thought you noticed in the corner of your room with a ghost or a demon is easier, more exciting, and doesn't require you to first acknowledge that you don't actually know what happened, but it's really not something I'd bring up if I were boasting about my species' capacity for reason
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There are a lot of crappy haunted dolls and such , but I'm pretty sure that this lady at least thinks this is real. She almost refused to ship it to him, since he lived too close and she wanted to send the photo far away. My dad didn't expect to get anything real, he just wanted something less hoaxy. Shit, from the text of that letter, do you think the lady was even smart enough to try and pull one over? She couldn't get my dad's last name right.
I don't think that second part was implied.
whoah
adele isn't in the picture anymore
then make a copy and 'shop out the aunt
one day take the real one out and put the fake one in the frame
and wait
like... scared shitless
i hate you all.
HATE
i am such a wimp
hey guys, the ring is on right now
I'm a massive girly-man and the photograph's story wasn't scary at all
it is obviously just a photo taken with a wizard's camera
I was thinking I might send the photo back to Mrs. Clarke in a blood-stained envelope
but I can think of someone else who might appreciate it more
I've always wanted to have a ghostly encounter
but no
all I've ever had was the library that had a HAUNTED ELEVATOR that stopped between the second and third floors where a man KILLED HIMSELF years ago
(the elevator is just old and shitty)
i will cry
i'm just telling you
you will make a girl cry if you send me that.
but if it's not natural, what the fuck does that mean? it's such a silly term, the rationale seems similar to how many approach the concept of god
I don't know how this happened, so I'm going to invent an explanation that lacks any actual explanatory power
a wizard did it
a ghost did it
god did it
so no, I don't believe in what most would call the supernatural
so this is the point where someone says, "well ok what about stuff we just don't know about yet? like what if ghosts are the dead communicating to us from another dimension that we go to when we die and it's scientific we just haven't figured out how it works yet"
ok, fine
it's possible
but that brings us back to the fact that this is all a very convoluted way of saying you don't know what the fuck
and instead of saying it was a "ghost" which may be some energy patter from dimension x or may be spirits from Hell or may be fairies fucking with us, why not just say you don't fucking know and acknowledge that not knowing doesn't mean you have to make up some fantastical incredibly convoluted explanation?
like I said, explanations that utterly fail to explain anything and therefore are utterly useless aside from providing amusing stories
but i never said my fear was rational
quite frankly, i know i'm being retarded by being afraid of ghosts.
i just am and i can't help it
it's like any other phobia i guess.
it stems back to my mom telling me creepy stories when i was an impressionable young girl i think.
everyone in my family has had weird experiences in my grandmother's house
she has a room called the "doll room" where she keeps her porcelain doll collection. it is painted red.
that's all that has to be said on the matter.
she did not understand why I wanted it destroyed
I answered it
And then I saw something standing at the end of my bed. It was sort of white and translucent and it had big dark eyes. It just stood there and stared at me.
As my eyes focused a bit more I could make out the features of the figure.
It was the spirit of Emeril Lagasse.
"BAM!" The spectre shouted, and then quickly vanished.
And now I'm pregnant with Emeril Lagasse's ghost baby.
wow.
Listen Chico, people are trying to be irrationally frightened in here.
wait a minute!
you can't have a spirit if you're not dead!
You have no proof of that! That means that live people can have ghosts!
*audience laughs*
wow to my irrational phobia or wow to the doll room?
the doll room was traumatic, i used to have to sleep in there
and by sleep i mean i sat there with the covers over my head counting down the minutes till daylight.
edit: oh fuck the scariest ones were oddly enough her beatles dolls
which may be why i'm not a huge fan of the beatles because fuck those dolls were creepy
also my mom hung a clown doll from a swing in my room, it would swing at night, one day it fell off the swing cause the window was open. that was awful
Jesus Christ, did your mom get off on scaring the living shit out of you?
I mean, fuck
I was never afraid of them, until one day when I was playing with one and I accidentally broke its hand.
Now that doll follows me wherever I go. It stares at me, with those cold, unblinking, glass eyes.
I can see it right now in my desk mirror. It's sitting across the room. Its broken hand resting on its lap so I can see it.
That doll hates me.
spiritually speaking of course
That's...actually pretty fucking creepy.
I just didn't take you for the type.
i dunno we actually just recently had this conversation in my household
apparently my aunt let my baby cousin watch some ridiculous horror movie on the grounds that he (a 5 year old) picked it out.
i distinctly remember my grandma being like "hey alex wanna watch a movie?" when i was about 6. the movie was IT. I am to this day afraid of clowns.
i don't think they understand how impressionable kids are. so i got in a big fight with them all and they were like "you're silly you turned out fine"
yeah i'm alright i'm just TERRIFIED OF FUCKING GHOSTS AND CLOWNS YOU ASSHOLES.
that's not how reason works at all
good reasoning involves being okay with the fact that there are things you don't know, approaching the problem of their explanation in a patient, scientific manner which might not immediately yield results, and being willing to accept explanations that might well be as boring and mundane as they are accurate
yes, explaining that flash of light you saw in the woods that day or that shadow you thought you noticed in the corner of your room with a ghost or a demon is easier, more exciting, and doesn't require you to first acknowledge that you don't actually know what happened, but it's really not something I'd bring up if I were boasting about my species' capacity for reason