In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.
The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.
She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.
But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.
She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.
As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…
The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”
She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.
There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.
As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.
She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.
The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.
There was never a sighting of her again.
In the midst of our move, it seems all the time I used to dedicate to exploring the unexplained has vanished. Hopefully in the near future, I will have the freedom to explore supposed haunted locations and gather tons of photos of my own…as I’m not too fond of just reading about what I want to witness first hand.
How about you guys? Any new “paranormal activity,” in your lives?
Someone has got to have at least one “bump in the night,” story to share.
Whitley Strieber has encounter with Black Eyed ChildrenWhitley Strieber has encounter with Black Eyed ChildrenCredits:Wikimedia
An article posted on July 3, 2012, at WhoForted.com asks, “Have you invited any Black Eyed Children into your home?” After reading about these little darlings you’re almost inclined to extend the invitation just to see what happens. But Whitley Strieber says you’ll be sorry if you do. These sinister creatures are from another plane of existence and their intentions are pure evil.
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Reblogging because no matter what is going on in your life, you are here for a reason. If you need anything, even just someone to talk to, inbox me anytime. Forget that this is a paranormal blog, we can talk about anything you chose.
Anytime, I’m glad I was able to help you. ^_^
Whenever I have a dream that is repetitive, I know I’m over looking something. If this were my dream, I would look at all of those things as emotions. Were I raped, if I had witnessed a plane crash, if the world ended….how would I feel? Alone, abused, panicked….dead inside. This could be your mind’s way of acknowledging your biggest fears…or it could be a kick in the back to let you know something is going on in your life that could cause terrible emotional consequences.
The truth about the mind is, not one person can answer all the questions. Sometimes, when we sleep and dream, the dreams we have are the mind’s way of filing old and new memories. Sometimes when we dream, our subconscious is warning us of things we aren’t paying attention to. It really depends on you.
You could also see this as a warning that something is about to happen in your life that may make you feel all the emotions these scenes make you feel. Kind of like a preparation, so you don’t feel overwhelmed.
When are you going to interpret them? I sent you a message about my nightmares.
Sorry, sometimes shit comes up and I don’t have the downtime I originally planned. I’m gonna respond right now.
Honestly, it doesn’t sound mismatchy at all. Often times, when my subconscious wants to warn me..or get my attention, it tends to throw numerous visions of terror in my dreams at the same time. This can be taken two different ways. If this were my dream, I would take into consideration that spirits in dreams sometimes represent memories. For instance, if I were attempting to gain a new respect for my parents or “a brand new start”, I would have to get rid of all the past bad memories that have the potential to prevent that. Were this my dream, I would know that I needed to fight these spirits to let them know this was my house (but, to me, the new house would represent a relationship with my parents) and even after realizing that the spirits could only keep me out of certain rooms (which, I would take as meaning my relationship with my parents would suffer a tiny bit due to the past memories I couldn’t put in the past) I would have tried to keep going forward with the relationship..only to find the serial killer. Anytime I dream of something that has a murderer in it, to me, it means one hell of a fight. Which, were this my dream, would ,make all kinds of sense..because my parents and I don’t have the best relationship..and completely repairing it would be like fighting off a serial killer. And, because you dreamt it could kill you all…I would know, were it my dream, that if I didn’t find a way to put the past in the past, it would take a definite emotional toll on all of….feeling like it had killed us.
But, again, that’s how I would see it if it were my dream. You may have an amazing relationship with your parents. I hope I was able to help a little bit. Thank you so much for submitting your dream.
Please, don’t take this as rude, but are you a person who needs to be in control most of the time? I am. I can think of almost no worse situation than being in a moving vehicle that I can’t stop. Perhaps this is your mind letting you know that at some point in your current life, something is happening that makes you feel completely powerless, just like a vehicle with no brakes. Perhaps it’s something you honestly can’t control, so you’ve pushed it to the back of your mind and it can only creep out in a dream.
The same seems to ring true for your nightmares about the trains. The tracks, if it were my dream, would symbolize actual paths in my life. This, to me, would mean I keep attempting to jump tracks to get my self on the right path..be where I need to be..but, regardless of what I do the trains find me.
Feel free to inbox me anytime you want with specifics about these dreams…colors that stuck out to you…people who were there…was it only you
Every minor detail means something. Also, if you ever decide you don’t want your dreams to be public, let me know and I will privately answer.
Thank you so much for sharing your nightmare with me. I hope I’m not terribly off base, and that I could help you understand a little bit more.