Alice Cooper - This House is Haunted
Excerpt from a documentary series on the paranormal. The story behind Robert the Doll, a haunted doll who was the inspiration for the “Child’s Play” film series.
Well, now I feel better about how creepy my yard looks after not mowing for a month.
The dolls on the “Isle of Dolls” were actually placed there by a single man, who hoped to pacify the drowned girl’s spirit by hanging the dolls from the trees in her honor.
He eventually drowned, in the very same canal that had taken the girl’s life.
Is nobody going to mention the thousands of spiders all having a bonfire?
Jonathan Andrew. Abandoned WWII Bunkers.
They look so sureal. I wonder if any of them are haunted. Being World War II bunkers, surely people died in or around them.
Abandoned (Haunted) Hotel in Colombia
The Hotel del Salto is located near Tequendama Falls on the Bogotá River in Colombia. It was opened in 1924 and shut its doors in the 1990′s. The hotel’s Gothic design is perfectly enhanced by a river and waterfall. Some say the hotel is haunted and no one wanted to stay there. Others state that the adjoining river was extremely polluted and they had to close. For whatever reason, the hotel stands as a beautifully macabre landmark for lovers of classic architecture, urban exploration, and maybe a few ghosts.
Holy God! It is the House on the Borderland. If the fucking swine-things are running around no wonder it closed. Maybe they can fight it out with the FARC.
Haunted House photographed by Richard Walker
“I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying.
Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying.
A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn.
A little voice way deep inside told me she was gone.
Oh. This house is haunted
Oh. That`s how I want it to be
Oh.This house is haunted.
You can always stay here with me… ”
-“This House Is Haunted”, Alice Cooper
Fuck
“And so the little lamb and his mama live happily ever after,” the girl finished reading her story aloud to the creature beside her. Hopeful orbs of blue glistened as she cocked her head up at him. “Didya like that, Mister Boogey?”
No response from underneath the black coat. She frowned, teetering off her seat ever so slowly before her tiny feet reached the ground.
“Mister Boogey?” she asked again, gripping the corners of the dark trench coat. When nothing responded, she slowly peeled it open, revealing the coat rack on which he had been perched. Where had he gone?
The little girl shrunk back, upset that her friend had left without a word. She curled up in her chair, clutching the book tightly in case he came back to hear the rest of the tale. Suddenly, a soft wind blew through the empty room, but before she could turn to see what had caused it, she was swept up in darkness.
“Gotcha,” the creature chuckled, cradling her close to him.
The child squeal with laughter most contagious, pleased of his return.
“I thought you left!” She gave a pout, looking up at his shadowy face.
“Why, my dear, I’d never leave you. I am your guardian after all, am I not?” The monster gave her a toothy smile. “And I will always be your Boogeyman.”
“We’re going to get you!
We’re going to get you!
Not another peep!
Time to go to sleep!”
