The boogey man
 

A friend recently showed me a vid about the midnight man which is like another creepy version of the boogeyman and just now Briks mentioned my avi reminds him a bit of slender man which is another version of the boogey man.

That got me thinking on how many versions of the boogeyman there are and how ppl create these local urban myths around this scary sh*t.

i remember growing up and hearing that bloody mary myth and hearing classmates saying they saw her, all that you needed to do was say 'Bloody mary' a set amount of times in a mirror and she would supposedly appear behind you and do something creepy, idk for sure i never tried it.

So here are my questions

Do you think any of it is real?
Have you ever done any of these rituals and seen something?

this next biased question comes solely from my personal views

Why do ppl love scaring themselves to death!? i don't get it.

Here is the vid my friend showed me.

I was at a scout trip once, where this girl told us about the Bloody Mary ritual, and promised to go down to the bathroom mirror at midnight to perform it. Unfortunately everyone fell asleep before that.

http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Thr...03_4002658.png

~spoooky things~

There's lots, Slenderman, the Rake, Candyman. The best place to read this stuff is on reddit:

/r/nosleep
/r/letsnotmeet
/r/creepypasta

Growing up, my dad did this awesome seance thing whenever me or my brothers had friends over.

We'd sit around the kitchen table, each with a mug of water, lights turned off and a single candle in the middle of the table. He'd begin telling us the story of how all our ancestors took over the sacred lands of America's original natives.... and how their spirits still seek those lands, awaiting vengeance, haunting the nooks and crannies of modern day homes.

We'd dip our fingers in the water as he recited native american-sounding gibberish, then wipe it across our foreheads. Dip again, wipe down the nose. Then the gibberish would reach a crescendo and he'd tell us to dip once more, rub the bottom of the mugs, and wipe across our cheeks.... and one person would have black paint smeared across their face!

He'd jump to his feet and scream 'THEY'VE CHOSEN YOU FOR THEIR VENGEANCE! YOU'RE POSSESSED NOW, STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY!' and other such things while whatever unfortunate child cried and cried until he said the spirits had left the area. We're talking kids from like age 7 to 10, bawling because they thought they'd been possessed, begging to go home. My dad had to start asking permission to do it because of how much trauma he caused other people's kids haha.

In case you didn't figure it out, he'd burn the bottom of one of the mugs so when you rubbed it, soot would come off. I spent a good year wondering how the hell he did it until he finally showed me the trick when I was 10 or so... and then of course I joined in helping to scare the piss out of everyone and would act possessed myself when my mug was blackened. I was a decent little actress back then.

As I've said before... my dad is the ****ing ****. My childhood was the ****. Long live Boogey Men.

I would be that kid begging to go home, I'm such a wuss. Still, that's hilariously wrong. :laughing:

Well I know what I'm doing when my cousins come to visit.

Get it on video

Another fun one to terrify children with, and of course learned from my good ol' dad...

We found an old ass portrait in this cabin up north and my step brother was an absolute terror of a ****ing child. So my dad said the dude in the portrait was 'Uncle Festus' and that he had lived in the cabin before us... right where my stepbrother slept.

So my dad started putting this portrait outside the window when he came in the kitchen, in the bathroom, fixed it over his bed while he was sleeping, stuck it in his backpack, just ****in HAUNTED the kid with it the whole three weeks we were up there. He was a nervous wreck by the end of it, we couldn't even say 'Uncle Festus' for years afterwards without him crying or screaming.

Could easily be done with anything old and creepy.

I want to learn the arts of evil from your father.