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So sorry to hear that your monk friend’s boots seemed to trip him just as he tried to jump across that crevasse dooming him to fall forever. Slowly.

meet the boy! monsoon has uneven pupils and a gaze that probably sees through time. his bowling ball of a body is shaped like a friend. pay him tribute and you may receive his blessing (or merely avoid his wrath).

#inktober2019 day 16~! Prompt: #cursedobject Fun fact of the day—I love horror films :3 the good and the terribly bad, they’re funny ones. So here’s #Annabelle for you~ #etherealillustrations #etherealillustration #illustration #inktober #demon #demondoll #annabelledemon #doll #annabellecomeshome #annabellecreation https://www.instagram.com/p/B3sZPXwAKZS/?igshid=10ei0t0fv5064

Do you guys know what day it is? It's flippin' set up day, finally! I'll get around to a long write up about this thing soon but for now, I'm just stoked that this (cursed object) guitar is finally all together and so close to being wrapped up. #beexcellenttoeachother #guitartech #customguitar #telecaster #tele #guitar #shousugiban #brisbane #p90 #custom #stayrad #blackcatboneguitars #setup #soclose #cursedobject

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Clara absolutely adored the charming, intricate details of nineteenth-century gothic architecture. Specifically, she spent her entire life savings purchasing a historic, deeply atmospheric apartment downtown. Consequently, she wanted to decorate the massive space exclusively with authentic, period-accurate antique furniture. She scoured dusty local estate sales and dark thrift stores every single weekend. Ultimately, she stumbled upon a highly peculiar, incredibly beautiful object hidden in a basement shop. The heavy, ornate vintage mirror completely captivated her absolute, undivided artistic attention. Therefore, she immediately purchased the heavy glass without asking a single question about its origins. Indeed, this careless, purely aesthetic decision invited a terrifying, relentless nightmare directly into her home. Hanging the Vintage Mirror The antique object felt unnaturally heavy, requiring two strong delivery men to carry it upstairs. Specifically, the thick wooden frame featured highly detailed, deeply carved gargoyles and twisting black vines. Consequently, Clara decided to hang the massive piece directly at the end of her long, primary hallway. She wanted the reflective surface to bounce the natural sunlight throughout the dark, historic apartment. Therefore, she hammered a thick iron nail into the old plaster wall with heavy, deliberate strikes. She carefully mounted the heavy item, stepping back to admire her beautiful new decorative focal point. Initially, the dark glass perfectly reflected the elegant, patterned wallpaper and the polished hardwood floors. Consequently, Clara felt a massive surge of proud, absolute satisfaction regarding her unique interior design. She spent the entire evening unpacking her remaining cardboard boxes in the nearby master bedroom. However, a sudden, inexplicable drop in the ambient temperature completely shattered her peaceful, productive mood. Specifically, the air inside the apartment turned freezing cold, causing her breath to visibly mist. Therefore, she walked out into the dark hallway to check the ancient, rattling radiator pipes. She stopped walking halfway down the corridor, her dark eyes locking onto the heavy glass. Consequently, Clara noticed a strange, highly unsettling anomaly resting deep within the polished, reflective surface. The vintage mirror displayed the correct hallway, but the lighting looked entirely wrong. Specifically, her actual apartment featured warm, glowing amber light from a small brass table lamp. However, the reflected hallway appeared bathed in a sickly, cold, and heavily shadowed blue hue. Ultimately, she blamed her exhaustion and simply turned off the lights to force herself to sleep. The First Impossible Shadow The terrifying psychological torment officially began during her third night in the historic apartment. Specifically, Clara woke up feeling incredibly thirsty shortly after two o'clock in the morning. Consequently, she walked out of her bedroom, heading directly toward the dark kitchen for water. She passed the end of the long hallway, naturally glancing sideways into the heavy glass. Therefore, she froze completely, her bare feet planted firmly against the freezing oak floorboards. A massive spike of pure, unadulterated terror flooded her entire nervous system instantly. The reflection displayed a tall, incredibly dark silhouette standing exactly at the opposite end of the corridor. Specifically, the shadowy figure possessed absolutely no discernible facial features or distinct clothing details. Consequently, Clara spun around violently, fully expecting to see a home intruder standing behind her. However, the actual, physical hallway remained completely empty, totally silent, and profoundly still. She turned back toward the heavy glass, her heart hammering violently against her ribcage. The terrifying shadow still stood inside the reflection, completely ignoring the fundamental laws of reality. Clara desperately tried to formulate a logical, highly rational explanation for the impossible visual anomaly. She assumed a weird trick of the outside streetlights caused the terrifying, looming shadow. Consequently, she quickly closed the heavy velvet curtains in the living room to block all external illumination. She walked back to the hallway, clutching a heavy iron fireplace poker in her trembling hand. Therefore, she stared into the dark glass, praying the terrifying silhouette had completely vanished. Unfortunately, the vintage mirror refused to release its dark, suffocating grip on her sanity. A Vintage Mirror and Creeping Dread The dark figure did not disappear; instead, it grew significantly larger and much more defined. Specifically, the entity took a single, highly deliberate step forward inside the icy, reflected hallway. Consequently, Clara stumbled backward, dropping the heavy iron poker loudly onto the wooden floorboards. She sprinted back into her master bedroom and locked the heavy oak door instantly. Furthermore, she pushed a heavy wooden dresser directly against the doorframe for added, desperate security. She spent the entire night huddled under her blankets, shaking with absolute, paralyzing fear. The morning sunlight finally arrived, providing a false, entirely temporary sense of domestic safety. Clara cautiously emerged from her bedroom, carrying a large cup of hot, steaming black coffee. Specifically, she approached the end of the hallway with extreme, highly agonizing hesitation. She peeked carefully into the reflective glass, expecting to see the terrifying monster waiting for her. Consequently, the surface only displayed her own pale, deeply exhausted, and highly terrified face. The dark entity apparently retreated during the daylight hours, hiding within the deep shadows. However, the temporary reprieve completely failed to calm her rising, suffocating paranoia. Therefore, Clara grabbed her laptop and desperately began researching the specific history of the antique object. She contacted the dusty basement shop where she initially purchased the massive, heavy item. Consequently, the eccentric shop owner refused to answer her frantic, demanding questions over the phone. He simply hung up immediately after she mentioned the deeply carved gargoyles and twisting vines. Indeed, the vintage mirror clearly possessed a dark, highly guarded, and incredibly dangerous local reputation. The Entity Moves Closer The psychological tension escalated dramatically as the winter sun slowly dipped below the city skyline. Specifically, Clara turned on every single light fixture inside her massive, historic apartment. She hoped the intense, blinding illumination would completely banish the terrible shadows from the glass. Consequently, she sat on her living room sofa, staring intensely down the long, empty corridor. The antique object hung silently on the plaster wall, waiting patiently for the midnight hour. Ultimately, she knew she could not hide from the reflection forever. She slowly approached the heavy glass shortly before midnight, armed with a bright tactical flashlight. Consequently, she shined the harsh, blinding beam directly into the center of the dark surface. The reflection completely ignored the brilliant light source she held in her trembling, freezing hand. Specifically, the reflected hallway remained entirely cloaked in that sickly, deeply terrifying blue darkness. Furthermore, the shadowy figure now stood exactly halfway down the corridor inside the glass. Therefore, the monstrous entity actively marched toward the boundary separating their two distinct realities. Clara could finally perceive specific, highly disturbing details regarding the impossible, looming shadow. The creature possessed impossibly long, deeply skeletal arms that dragged against the reflected floorboards. Consequently, its head tilted at a violent, entirely unnatural angle, suggesting a broken, shattered neck. She watched in sheer, unadulterated horror as the entity slowly raised one long, jagged finger. Specifically, it pointed directly at her through the cold, impenetrable barrier of the heavy glass. The invisible stalker actively acknowledged her presence and declared its dark, violent intentions. Desperate Attempts to Escape Clara absolutely refused to become a passive, helpless victim to an impossible supernatural threat. Therefore, she rushed into her kitchen and grabbed a thick, heavy wool moving blanket. She intended to completely cover the terrifying object and smother its dark, supernatural power. Consequently, she marched back down the hallway, holding the thick fabric like a protective shield. She threw the heavy blanket directly over the carved wooden frame, completely hiding the reflective surface. Furthermore, she taped the edges down securely against the ancient, cracked plaster wall. She returned to her living room, finally exhaling a massive, deeply shuddering breath of relief. Specifically, she believed she successfully neutralized the terrifying psychological threat haunting her beautiful home. Consequently, she poured herself a large glass of red wine to calm her heavily frayed nerves. She sat on the sofa, listening to the quiet, soothing ambient sounds of the city traffic outside. However, a sudden, violent ripping noise completely shattered the delicate, temporary domestic silence. Therefore, she slowly turned her head toward the dark hallway, her blood freezing instantly. The heavy wool blanket lay completely shredded on the hardwood floor, torn into tiny, useless pieces. Specifically, massive, jagged claw marks scarred the thick fabric and the surrounding plaster wall. Consequently, Clara realized the terrifying entity possessed the immense power to physically manipulate her actual reality. The vintage mirror did not merely reflect a monster; it operated as an open, highly unstable doorway. Furthermore, the glass surface now completely lacked any reflection of her historic apartment. Instead, it displayed a swirling, incredibly dense vortex of suffocating black fog. Shattering the Vintage Mirror The terrified woman reached a total, absolute breaking point of pure, primal desperation. She grabbed the heavy iron fireplace poker and charged aggressively down the long corridor. Specifically, she intended to completely smash the haunted glass into a million harmless pieces. She raised the heavy metal weapon high above her head with a loud, furious scream. Consequently, she swung the iron poker violently toward the exact center of the black, swirling fog. She expected the satisfying, sharp crash of breaking glass and flying silver shards. Instead, the heavy iron weapon sank directly into the surface without meeting any physical resistance. Specifically, the glass rippled like a dark, freezing pool of thick, viscous black water. Consequently, a massive, incredibly strong hand shot out from the center of the dark vortex. The skeletal, freezing fingers wrapped tightly around the metal shaft of her fireplace poker. Therefore, Clara screamed in absolute terror, attempting to rip the weapon out of the supernatural grip. However, the entity possessed impossible, deeply overwhelming physical strength. The dark creature slowly pulled the iron poker entirely into the cold, impossible dimension. Specifically, Clara let go of the weapon just before her hands crossed the terrifying threshold. She stumbled backward, tripping over the torn pieces of the heavy wool moving blanket. Consequently, she scrambled backward across the hardwood floor like a frightened, deeply hunted animal. She watched the dark fog slowly recede, perfectly restoring the reflection of her historic hallway. Ultimately, the vintage mirror displayed a brand new, highly devastating reality. Trapped Inside the Glass Clara stared at the heavy glass, her dark eyes wide with pure, unadulterated madness. Specifically, the reflection no longer showed her sitting terrified on the polished hardwood floor. Consequently, the glass displayed the tall, shadowy entity standing entirely alone in her beautiful hallway. The monster successfully crossed the dimensional boundary and entered her actual, physical apartment. Therefore, Clara slowly looked down at her own trembling, freezing hands in the dim light. She noticed her skin turning completely gray and slowly dissolving into dark, wispy smoke. She frantically tried to scream for help, but her vocal cords produced absolutely no sound. Specifically, the terrifying realization crashed over her rapidly fading mind like a heavy, suffocating weight. The entity did not simply escape the glass; it actively swapped physical places with her entirely. Consequently, Clara felt herself forcefully pulled backward into the cold, sickly blue dimension of the mirror. She watched the dark monster slowly turn around and walk casually toward her living room. Therefore, the creature completely stole her historic apartment, her peaceful life, and her physical body. Clara slammed her ghostly, smoking hands against the invisible, impenetrable barrier of the glass. She was entirely trapped inside the cold, agonizing silence of the impossible, twisted reflection. Specifically, she watched the monstrous imposter close the heavy velvet curtains and turn off the lights. Consequently, she realized nobody would ever notice the terrifying, subtle change in her behavior. She was doomed to remain an invisible stalker, haunting her own beautiful home forever. Indeed, the cursed antique successfully claimed another desperate, entirely oblivious victim. Read the full article

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