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The goal, like some reverse dark magic version of Operation, is to stick pins in a doll mounted on the board. Players keep pushing pins into the doll until the loser hits a trigger that unleashes a witch doctor figure from his plastic hut. Meant to be a temporary character, the show quickly became all about the Barnabas, baby. Therefore, it is no surprise the show inspired two board games. The first, by Whitman Publishing, was released in , and requires players to hold a hand of cards and strategize as they move across the board. The point of this Milton Bradley game is to be the first to construct a plastic glow-in-the-dark skeleton on a scaffold.

Bones are kept in a tiny Barny coffin, along with some stakes, which you can acquire via spinner. Which Witch? The goal is to escape first. As they move, they may draw cards turning them into a mouse, or freezing them in place. With pawns shaped liked the famous Doom Buggy, players roll the dice to escape the mansion first, but six spinning turntables, and four spinning ghosts can easily throw a buggy in the opposite direction. The artwork here is a highlight of the game, with familiar ghosts populating the board and stand-up mansion backdrop.

Interestingly, the box features a depiction of the Disneyland mansion, even though the game itself is supposed to be based on the Magic Kingdom version. Using a spinner to pick up bones, this seems like a game that can be knocked out in 10 minutes, unless you count clean-up time of looking for missing bones in the dark. But "almostly" ghostly doesn't have the same ring to it, I suppose. Skip to main content. Latest Stories. Tag: Videos. Tag: Science. Tag: Fangrrls. Aaron Sagers aaronsagers. Oct 25, There was an eerie message on our television.

I have a really good one that is actually true; it happened to me. This could have been a dream, but I testify to this day that what I saw was a ghost. So here I am, a young buy who awoke in the middle of the night. I am currently sharing a bunk bed with my brother, and I am on the top bunk. I look out into my living room and notice everything is dark, however there is a person in an evening gown dusting my fireplace mantle. The woman was slender, which threw me off guard because my mom is obese.

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It was not my mom, but some older woman. Suddenly, she shrieks and her face becomes severely deformed. It was like that shit you see in horror movies, like ridiculously scary especially for a young kid I blink my eyes and she was gone. As a young boy, this was, and still is, extremely terrifying to me. Playing hide and seek with Alli.

I still have fresh memories of this. Alli lived with me and I would play hide and seek with her in the back yard. Alli was a year older than me. Fast forward to when I was 16, and mom told me that before I was born I had a sister named Alli, and she had passed away due to complications idr what the problem was, something about her lungs I think.


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My mom tells me that it was probably all a coincidence since a divorce was going on during that time and I wanted a friend. The man that comes and talks to us at night until we fall asleep. I have four little cousins in who never got to meet my grandfather—he passed before they were born. One morning, they ran downstairs for breakfast as they usually do. They were pointing at a picture of my grandfather that they never got to meet. This old rose garden was apparently under a newer wing of the home.

Being in this huge, dark, old, creepy building that had a very awful history and then that happening? Fuck that, I would never do my rounds alone when it happened, it was terrifying! Ghost writing appeared on the wall in paint. We were under a lot of stress and other family issues at the time as well, but that is besides the point. My sister and my mom were painting the upstairs walls as we got the house to get ready. My mom was on the wall to the far right, there was a blank wall in the middle, and my sister was on the far left.

I was downstairs packing up things into boxes. Anyway, suddenly, my sister comes downstairs she is older than me looking scared out of her mind. She asks me to come upstairs. Looking closely enough, you can see it was not written by accident, but rather by broad strokes made by a human hand. Problem is, the handprint is too big for any of us three to make it. The longer we stayed in the room, the more freaked out we got as we realized that nobody was playing a prank on anyone else.

I still have no explanation to this day of what it means. This Number Has Been Disconnected. A few years ago my brother would get a call on his cellphone around — A. He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise. Like static mixed with screams. He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped.

Then after a week or so it began again. The exact same noise. Exact same time. Finally one day he decided to backdial the call. It was an old man that had no clue what he was talking about.

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Still the calls persisted. No messages were left. He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number. You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time he was terrified every night. Unsure why this was happening. He backdialed the number again and got a different person.

Around this time he lost his job and his phone. The calls stopped of course. His phone was disconnected now. So one day my mom asks me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone. It was the static screaming. We showed my brother and he was freaking out. He backdialed the number again and it said the number was disconnected this time. Sis Gets Her Own Phone. It was a pre-paid landline though, so basically no one could call in or out if she ran out of credit, much like a mobile phone.

Anyway, every night at 3am her phone would ring. She said there was a man on the other line, and she would get really scared and come running to my room. To be honest, since she was about 10, I thought it was just these stupid scary movies she liked to watch. Eventually she just got rid of the phone. In any case, I recall this stopping.

Checking The Meter. A man knocked on her door and she opened her main door but kept her screen door locked. He said he was from the gas company and wanted to talk to her parents. When he found the screen door to be locked he pulled out a fucking box cutter and started to cut through the screen. She said she sat there for about 10 minutes before the police arrived. Thank god a neighbor saw everything and called the police or she probably would be dead.

Also to put the cherry on the freaking creepy sundae, they found the intruder hiding in the attic. Not alone in bed. She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed. Thinking it was just a dream, or semi-awake hallucination, we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed, with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck.

I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did, and said the exact same thing. When I was growing up one of my best friends told me a about a very creepy situation involving him, his younger brother, and a man in the window. When my friend and his little brother were younger they shared a bedroom. The first thing my friend did was jump up and turn the light on, then ran into his parents room to tell them what he saw. When his parents came back into their room to investigate, his younger brother was having a seizure in his crib.

He saw baby sized handprints on the windows. My friend and a few of his college buddies were going on a ghost hunt, and had heard about some graveyard where children murdered by their mother had been buried. The graveyard was located off the main road, so my friend parked his car on the side of the road, and the group people I believe got out and followed the small path through the woods for a couple minutes to get to the graveyard.

Once there, nothing exciting happened for the first 10 minutes or so, and they had tried everything the website or wherever they heard the story told them to do, with nothing resulting. They got bored, and being typical, inebriated college kids, started taunting the supposed ghost of the mother. This continued for a few minutes before they tired, and decided to go back to the car as one of the girls had to go to the bathroom. He attributed this to bad memory at the time. The group drove home, laughing and talking like normal. After he had dropped all the others off at their homes, he went back to his own house.

He got in at the same time as one of his roommates, who stopped and waited for him to pull in. The roommate had his phone out, and shined the light in the window when his friend pulled in as a joke. What he saw was tiny, baby sized handprints all over the windows. As soon as my friend got out, he went into the house without saying a word to the roommate. The roommate, confused, went back to the car and tried to rub one of the handprints. They were on the inside of the window.

To this day, my friend will not speak of his drive home after he dropped off his other friends, and has since sold the car without ever driving it again. My friend called me after she passed away. True story. My best friend died of cancer back in — we were incredibly close in every way and we spent the majority of our free time together.

Almost a year after she died, I was in my apartment sleeping and my phone rang around 3 am — I had one of those sony erricson t I immediately became alert and awake and answered the phone very curious. I said hello a few times but all I could hear was very loud static for about 30 seconds. Eventually the call ended. At this point I was freaking out and called the number back only to get an automated recoding that this number was out of service.

Come to find out the remaining family was away in Miami. After they came home a few days later, I took the phone to them and showed them the call log and they were in disbelief. A ghost haunted the hotel room. A man goes to a bed and breakfast. The man goes to his room, drops off his things, but then is bored. He pokes around the house a little, and with nothing else to do, decides to see the room that needs repairing.

The man stands up again, creeped out. Weirded out, the man goes to bed. Twisted portraits hung on the walls. There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage.

After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred.

Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows. My house was built in It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite.

This happened to my brother. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, they would usually call it quits by 8 pm, this was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift. This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about.

My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment, every one had filed out of the basement, the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen doorway down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brothers truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. He made the decision to go back.

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Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the corner of his eye he sees it. It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother.

We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out, the last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door… Luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around, as he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as the rest of the house.

As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps, he walked towards the front gate…our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he closed the gap between himself and his friend laden truck he kinda smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking out when there was no reason. He went to work early tonight he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?

I saw an extraterrestrial creature. In my old house, I would be sitting on my computer, listening to music on my Ipod while playing WoW. Periodically, at random times. I never thought anything of this, until it continued to do so only in that house. However, inside this house I had constant issues. This particular case, I remember waking up and seeing a man standing on this ft tree in my back yard. Real tall and slender this guy. I muster up as much strength as I can, raise my hand up and give this guy the finger. Anyways, to this day.

I swear that thing was an ET. Because I saw it multiple times throughout my life. Once standing in the kitchen window, which was 8 ft off the ground. That particular night, and in the first house I ever lived. I used to see him in my bedroom window and he would talk to me. Scariest shit I have experience. Ended when I moved out of the last house. I am now I saw an old ghost in a wheelchair. During hurricane Gustav in 08, I think , I evacuated to a church in Baton Rouge with a friend and his family.

My friend, his family, and myself all shared one room together. In this church, there was one bathroom that was large, similar to something that would be in an elementary school a few stalls, a trough urinal, etc. One night during the storm, my friend and I made a trip to the bathroom. The lights had since gone out middle of a hurricane and all. The church had a musty, eerie feel to it. Kind of like when you turn out the ac in a house for a few days. The area surrounding the church was also dead quiet, since there was no electricity in the area.

The bathroom was several halls over from our room. So, we grabbed our flashlights and set out. While walking down one long hall, we shined our flashlights ahead, and there, at the end of the hall, sat an old man in a wheelchair in the middle of the night with no one around. Now, this hall was incredibly long. Once we grasped what we saw, we turned and looked at each other, semi-freaked out. Then, we shined our flashlights back to where he was, and there was nothing there. It was as if he vanished. I heard phantom footsteps running toward me. This happened to me when I was a junior in high school.

It was December and it had just started snowing, that evening. My best friend and I were in debate and getting ready for our state qualifiers, that were the next day. We were writing our cases and as usual, at each others throats over the details of the cases. It was a stressful, tense evening. We finally finished our cases at about 3am. Then, we went to my room for the night. Almost as soon as we get into my room, we hear what sounds like the water turning on in the other end of the house. No big deal, probably my parents, I think. Then, we hear the front door open.

I really thought thats what it was. Until we heard incredibly heavy foot steps in my living room, headed for my room. Then they stopped. My friend and I looked at each other and were both freaked out, just standing, frozen in my room. We walked closer to each other and the foot steps started again, but this time they were running toward us. We both flipped.

We grabbed each others hands, out of fear, and my bedroom door flew open. We both looked at the door. Nobody was there. We obviously startled my parents awake. They said neither of them had gotten up. My dad grabbed his gun and looked outside. No tracks in the snow, anywhere around our house.

She had marks across her neck. My brother once lived in a flat in down town Mt. Clemens, MI. Nowadays it has some run-down parts, this is where my brother rented his flat. It was a giant old raggedy house which was now separated into multiple odd apartments. He admitted that he thought his house was haunted and that the ghost had a crush on him. Never anything violent or disturbing, just odd things. Later on he starts dating his future ex-wife. She starts coming around and he notices that the oddities begin to increase.

New oddities began to occur, his girlfriend would always find her shoes which were left on a mat inside the apartment outside the door on the patio in the morning. Then, one night my brother wakes up in the middle of the night and sees his girlfriend sitting at the end of the bed, not just sees but feels her near his feet, staring at him. My brother then comes clean with her, the decide to do some research and find out that the address that they live in was an old brothel back in the day that the rich bathers used to stay in. My brother lived in that house for a few more weeks before he could locate a new place, she never came back to stay the night though, and he never experienced anything aggressive while there.

Still, kinda fucked up though. She found creepy pictures on her own phone. The story of the kid who borrowed his moms phone to play with and ended up falling asleep in bed. Mom finds the kid sleeping, grabs her phone and looks at her phone pics to see a pic of this crazy half face close up and the kid sleeping in the background.

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My daughter was born with mild tracheomalacia soft wind pipe. Fast forward to when she was about 4 months old and fast asleep in her crib one evening. Her older brother had the stomach flu that day and had been throwing up. But, a little while after we put her to bed, we suddenly heard her softly sputtering on the monitor, then silence for a few seconds, then a HUGE loud wail, which made both my husband and I run even faster to her room. By the time we got to her, she had fallen earily quiet again. We saw she was gasping for air, choking, unable to clear the vomit from her throat or get a clean breath.

Even after we picked her up and cleared her mouth, she continued to gasp. She turned blue, then grey as I drove with her quickly to the ER. She had partially recovered by the time we got there. They gave her o2, chest xray, then a clean bill and we left. My husband and I talked briefly about what would have happened had the baby not cried out so loudly. Would we have reacted so quickly? Would she have recovered? One of the times, just before I had fully awoken, I looked out in the hallway and saw my grandfather, who had passed away a few years prior.

When he was alive, he was not the most involved grand dad. But, when he met my husband my boyfriend at the time they had an instant connection. Anyway, I see him out in the hall this night. He is just standing there in khakis and a polo with his hands in his pockets. In my dream state, I see all my children, except the baby, pulling at his arms and playing with him. The television turned off when he entered the room. My friend told me a story his Dad told him. Every day he would come home from school and he would be the first one there for at least an hour or 2.

One day he walked in the front door and the TV was on and instantly turned off. He stood in the doorway for a second, turned around and walked away. I heard whispering all throughout the house. This is a story I do not often tell. I promise, sincerely, that this has scarred me for life and although I have looked into psychological explanations for what I heard and natural explanations for what occurred, they remain unsatisfactory. When I was a child, I was scared of the dark.

I swore to my mother I heard voices in it. They were not evil, but they were not familiar and so they scared me. It was an added bonus that the bathroom was directly outside of her bedroom door for my late-night tinkles. On one such night, around Christmas, I awoke and felt the need to relieve myself. The light had no other source, it was by itself, and I was transfixed by it. How else could he get into my house to know I was being a good boy. I was so excited I began walking down the stairs to greet him, picking up my pace after the second step as it began to creep off the wall and fade into the darkness in my living room.

A very strong, masculine voice. Different from the first. Right now. Go back up those stairs. I listened, turned around, and what happened next I am not sure I would believe if someone had told me this same story. When we awoke the next morning, the poinsettia lights little Christmas flower lights that glowed red my mother had put on the railing down the stairs were pulled straight down to the bottom of the stairs, some broken from what seemed like a forceful tear, laying in a single pile. The dry sink in my living room had fallen from the wall.

My mother could not explain it! My father was worried we had been the victims of a home invasion. My sister was crying. There was nothing missing, nobody had broken in, there did not seem to be any reason this had happened. And then I saw it, and I kept quiet about it because I was so afraid that I could not force words out of my mouth. There, on the edge of the wooden dry sink which had been facing up, were three indentations where the finish on the wood had been worn, almost as if in a forceful grip. That was what the bang was. I was mortified. After that day I never heard a single voice again.

I do not like to imagine what was waiting downstairs for me that night, if it was anything at all, but I can tell you that the reality was that something had physically acted upon two things in my house near the bottom of that stairwell. After this, I had never heard another whisper again. Which is sad, because in some ways I would have liked to thank the man masculine energy? This happened when I was 7 or 7 and a half! I am 20 years old now, and because of this incident I am still afraid of the dark.

He felt a ghost in his bed. When my dad was younger and still living in Poland, he and a few friends took a trip and one night decided to stay at a bed and breakfast type place. Everything seemed normal until he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He told me he felt some sort of presence behind him, so he slowly turned around but there was no one there. He swears he could feel someone there on the bed with him though, along with a slight shift in pressure on the bed. It went away after a few minutes and my dad went back to sleep.

The next morning he found out that a man had died in that bed about a week or so prior. The window opened on its own. I was a junior in college and was living in a dorm which had a reputation for being haunted. Of course the RAs spread this around and we had a fun time scaring ourselves for the first month or so of school. The floors which had the greatest reputation for being haunted were the 2nd and 5th floors. My room was on the 5th. In this dorm, each floor alternated a single, a bathroom and a double, so three people would share a bathroom.

My suitemate was from Cairo. Really fun ladies, it was a great year. So I come home at about midnight after a long night of chatting online, and my roommate has the curtain shut between our halves of the room. While I was in the bathroom, the door opened by itself! I walk into the bathroom. The curtain over the bathroom is drawn closed, so I peek under it.

Sure enough, the window is open about an inch. I turn around and go back into the bathroom so I can take out my contacts and brush my teeth…and stop dead in my tracks. The curtain, which had previously been closed, was now open. Just as if someone had been sitting in the window. I looked at that for about 30 seconds. Turned out the light. Walked back out. Went to bed, contacts and all. The next morning, it took me a few minutes to unroll each curtain and flatten it out so it would lay flat again.

I saw a black shadow from my car. I was on a college ghost hunt with a guy name Chris Fleming. Cool dude, we did all the normal college ghost hunt stuff walking to supposedly haunted dorms and experiencing some cool stuff, but nothing crazy. The city we where in had this special place called the Ghost Trestle. It was basically a Railroad bridge in the middle of a corn field that had a dirt road underneath it. Anyways during the ghost hunt with this guy who was actually featured on Ghost Adventures, we told him about this place.

He was pumped and rushed through the rest of the college ghost hunt. Him and his assistant and a few of my friends took two cars with all his equipment to this ghost trestle. When we got there a train was coming so he interviewed us on camera to tell the story about this place. Back a long time ago there was a farm house still there but rebuilt and a farmer, his wife, and son escaped a fire in the house. Also on fire was the horse stables. The farmer ran in to try and rescue the horsed before they succumbed to the fire while the wife and son went to wave down a train that was passing by.

The story ends with the farmer dying in the stable fire and as the wife and child were waving down the train they were struck and killed. To this day if you park your car under the bridge while a train crossed you above its suppose to open up another dimensional world to be able to communicate.

Well we show up and of course to our luck there is a train coming. We all freaked out and got pumped while the Medium Chris Fleming attempted to communicate. We were all taking pictures and began to experience weird technological failures. My camera which was my own began flashing and taking multiple pictures. At one point we began to see stuff mostly out of the corner of our eyes, and Chris Attempted to communicate, but what ever spirit was there seemed more intimidated. He Chris believed it to be the spirit of the little boy.

We would every now and then see a figure poking its head out from behind a concrete wall under the tracks. It seemed like it was playing hide and seek. I can honestly say that I was young and thought this stuff was hoax and just fun for college kids to pretend. Until this night when we had a real professional experience the same thing we all did.

Yet, the end result is worth it to those who love hand drawn art, even if it takes much longer to bring into being. For those of you who joined our Twisted Tarot Tales Facebook page way back in , and have been asking when we'd be finished, I admire your patience lol. Entire tarot decks have been conceived, printed,sold and gone through a second print run ok maybe that's stretching it lol over the period of time we've worked on this horror themed deck, believe me I know.

I've achieved that. This is the same approach I take for every piece of art I create, both for personal projects and for clients. All I can say is thank you for not giving up on us. We've finally made it. We've dedicated over a year towards putting our absolute best work into creating powerful visuals with their eye catching colors, and now we have a great deck to show for it. My partner Christine has been reading the cards for over 30 years and has maintained an interest in collecting tarot and tarot art.

This is no small task. In fact, it is the minor suit cards that probably took us the longest to finalise because for the most part you want the scene to look natural. How do you make a scene look natural with 10 pentacles? Perhaps it doesn't matter all that much in a reading, but for the artwork itself I always feel that trying to. Our nine of wands features eight trees looming over a woodsman, with the ninth overshadowing him. They are recognisable as wands, but they fit naturally into the scene or as naturally as a horror comic scene can look.

Our 10 of Pentacles has the pentacles as radioactive waste barrel lids facing us, an ironic twist to the family scene, where we see the results of nuclear war and it's affect on the happy home and happy family. Everything you see in the deck, down to its very detail, is a result of working on the deck almost full time I am a freelance artist, so i was undertaking some freelance work too, and this, along with bag and deck sales of other previous decks, has helped keep up with the bills as I worked on the project.

Continued below. The cards are also packed with lots of detail, not only making the cards vivid and visually interesting, but also aiding in the toughest of readings. For the intuitive reader there's nothing worse than reading with a deck of cards where the images are so vague that nothing springs to mind. Our cards minimize this with card imagery that is busy and overflowing with life. Take a look at our video and you'll see what we mean! That's a total of 27 cards in our Majors set. THE WANDS The Wands introduces, for the first time ever in Tarot, the zombie hunting "Granny G" in the two of Wands and one of our favorite paranormal talk show hosts in the 8 of Wands, along with a host of assorted ghastly scenarios, even art inspired by old radio shows adapted from pulp backs.

T HE CUPS The Cups suit features everything from creepy dolls houses, strange "lunch meat" in the 7 of Cups, to polluted radioactive waters, Japanese mythological beings, even a cowboy shootout. Heavens, you can almost smell the gun smoke! Well it seemed such an obvious choice to have all manner of blade wielding crazies in this suit, but we've mixed it up with shadow people in the 9 of swords, ghostly pirates in the 5 of swords, and an assortment of spiders, hungry green monsters and brain eating zombies.

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