paranormal activity 4

the scariest of them all omg

paranormal activity 4

the scariest of them all omg

(Source: socoamaralime, via chaystar)

gimpygabi:

-chairmanmeow:

why are ghost movies always set in hospitals and jails. 

i want a ghost movie set in walmart.

“cleanup in aisle 13”

but there is no aisle 13

(via unintentionallyangsty)


The Night Patrons 
And at the bewitching hour they would start to march, roaming around the manor to seek the unexplainable. They swayed their hips and their hands moved like the waves of the ocean, twinkle of lights playing shadows in the darkest alleys. They whispered softly to the walls. They searched every corner, they knocked every door. Nothing but the deafening silence answered their call. Then suddenly, the oldest one wept, with her lantern shattered to the ground. A drop of tears glistened on her hollow cheeks. 
“Why are you crying?”, the young ones pried into her sense, their perplexed eyes begged for some answers. Why are the pillars all chipped and crumbly, they also wondered.  It was not long ‘til all heads finally turned, all sense finally gathered. How their manor seemed to have aged, their halls were unkempt, their gowns had faded. All the searching were meant for the years snuck up beneath their  wings, for all the memories lost in a maze of 360 degree turn. Their gaze met in the air, the unspeakable were loud and clear. Then the oldest one answered, turning despair into a naked truth,
“Because we’ve been here for way too long”
-Shizz

The Night Patrons 

And at the bewitching hour they would start to march, roaming around the manor to seek the unexplainable. They swayed their hips and their hands moved like the waves of the ocean, twinkle of lights playing shadows in the darkest alleys. They whispered softly to the walls. They searched every corner, they knocked every door. Nothing but the deafening silence answered their call. Then suddenly, the oldest one wept, with her lantern shattered to the ground. A drop of tears glistened on her hollow cheeks.

“Why are you crying?”, the young ones pried into her sense, their perplexed eyes begged for some answers. Why are the pillars all chipped and crumbly, they also wondered.  It was not long ‘til all heads finally turned, all sense finally gathered. How their manor seemed to have aged, their halls were unkempt, their gowns had faded. All the searching were meant for the years snuck up beneath their  wings, for all the memories lost in a maze of 360 degree turn. Their gaze met in the air, the unspeakable were loud and clear. Then the oldest one answered, turning despair into a naked truth,

“Because we’ve been here for way too long”

-Shizz

(Source: motionless-lady)