Ghost In The Machine
Justified & Ancient
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My money's on Godzilla.
My money's on Godzilla.
It's been renamed (I think - possibly "the Sea Life Centre" is one of those local nicknames) but it appears to still exist: https://www.bluereefaquarium.co.uk/hastings/The weirdest thing about that story is that you imagined a Sealife Centre in Hastings.
It's been renamed (I think - possibly "the Sea Life Centre" is one of those local nicknames) but it appears to still exist: https://www.bluereefaquarium.co.uk/hastings/
When I was really little, I was terrified of hairbrushes and similar sized brushes for some reason (I very vaguely remember being afraid of them, but not why). This crazy fear stuck with me a while, or else I had a flashback of it one day in our back yard when I was 8 or 9--I saw a big cleaning brush that had been left laying out on the grass--and instantly raced back to the house screaming with fright, before I twigged to what it was. At first I thought it was a porcupine, which is a kind of wildlife not found in Appalachia.
I was read the 3 little pigs often as a young kid and in particular, the UK Ladybird version in the mid 70s. This particular edition was full of what I can only describe as utterly terrifying depictions of the wolf. It gives me the fear just searching the images on Google. I mean, come ON!!!!!
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And if this wasn't enough, researching to find the above picture dredged up another Ladybird horror, "The wolf and the 7 Little Kids". This lovely image is shortly after the billy-goat had performed some sort of Cronenbergian surgery on the wolf, placing rocks in it's abdomen. My mother actually used to read me this shit as I was about to go to sleep!!
Sleep tight folks!
Jesus has a hidden superpower. Just don't make him cross.My money's on Godzilla.
How many children a day does it need to eat?
Just don't piss it off...
Just don't piss it off...
Just don't piss it off...
Or kapelaphobiaI just thought of one that spooked me as a little kid. I don't know where we were exactly (part of me thinks it may have been Virginia), I remember distinctly my dad and I driving around and we passed this weird looking water-tower. Now, I don't know if it's the same anywhere else, but towns in the U.S. like to have fun and paint weird things on them, etc.
This one for all the world, looked like a bowler hat and it just scared the bejebus out of me. Not sure why. Mayhap an instance of megalophobia?
Or kapelaphobia
I used to wear a fedora in the 90's when i was in my late teens lol, it wasn't cool then, but i went to art college so that's my excuse and im sticking to itWell, I've been wearing a fedora since before they were uncool, so....
this weird looking water-tower.
I used to wear a fedora in the 90's when i was in my late teens lol, it wasn't cool then, but i went to art college so that's my excuse and im sticking to it
Art college is a good excuse for a lot of things.I used to wear a fedora in the 90's when i was in my late teens lol, it wasn't cool then, but i went to art college so that's my excuse and im sticking to it
Water-related weirdness has featured on here quite a lot. Large, still bodies of water, especially reservoirs, seem ominous. Canals can be the scenes of nightmares.
Human diversions of water via sluices, weirs, mills, races, tanks and locks seem to attract more hauntings than natural streams.
If we extend it to cisterns, we get all those toilet-ghosts, who chase you downstairs. Not to mention those imperfectly-closed valves, which mutter and hiss at you for ages after flushing!
In my primary school, there was a storeroom - it was mainly a repository for old desks - where I might, occasionally, have to venture. By choice? By instruction? Maybe the horror of it led me to step inside from time to time, just to confirm how evil it felt. Kids do that.
It was a long, windowless place, essentially just a slice off the adjacent classroom; its main purpose appeared to be to accommodate a large header-tank, which occupied the top part of one end of the space. Water-noises would accompany any visit. It did not seem to leak but a dank air hung over the room; it was dispelled when the door was shut. All just a step away from a noisy class of kids!
Is this why I keep producing ectoplasm in my sleep?
Or in these times 70% alcohol hand sanitizerLike a paper cut on your finger when you douse your bag of chips in vinegar ...
Are you absolutely sure it's ectoplasm?
As a kid I had a deep seated fear of lemon puff biscuits. The slightly odd sheen on their surface was what I always noticed, I remember being scared but no idea why they were scary.
Join the clubI think we have a winner! This one takes the biscuit....