Posts Tagged "supernatural"

To Be Unseen And Endlessly Remain

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Being Invisible, Childhood Fear, Ghosts, Primal Fear, Supernatural | 0 comments

 It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.   Originally posted 2011-07-27 22:08:45. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Something Wicked This Way Comes

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Demons, Monsters, Shadow People, Supernatural, Vampires | 0 comments

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes   Originally posted 2011-08-05 18:11:05. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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The Return Of A Lost And Discarded Plaything

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Haunted Toys, Supernatural | 0 comments

What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves — our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies.   Originally posted 2011-08-10 19:30:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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When Your Bite Is Worse Than Your Bark

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Monsters, Supernatural, Vampires, Vampires | 0 comments

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away   Originally posted 2011-07-11 20:31:34. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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Silent Hill: An Illumination Of The Lonesome

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Shadow People, Silent Hill, Supernatural, The Town | 0 comments

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.   Originally posted 2011-07-26 09:59:23. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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A Child Long Past And Forgotten In Time

Posted by on Nov 24, 2011 in Childhood Fear, Creepy Children, Ghosts, Just People, Supernatural | 0 comments

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood   Originally posted 2011-08-11 19:37:57. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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