I haunt your dreams my little children.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
I live in your nightmares.
Thoughts that won’t let you sleep at night.
I feed on your dreams.
I bathe in your fear.
The corner of your eye.
You blind from sight.
You can't see me sitting on your bed.
Laying by your side.
I love you so.
You keep me filled with fight.
Your fright is delicious.
Your mommy can't save you.. i killed her.
Your daddy can't carry you.. i ate his arms.
Little sister is now a pile of bones and skin.
Rex is gone baby gone.
You run in the corner.
Your head between your knees.
Tears running down your cheek.
You look up.
I'm gone.
The policeman give you a teddy bear.
And say everything is gonna be alright.
Aunty Jamie is going to take you home.
The policeman tells you he gonna catch the man who killed your family.
That your safe.
Just remember one thing my child.
Your alone.. i'll be with you always.
Thoughts that won’t let you sleep at night.
I feed on your dreams.
I bathe in your fear.
The corner of your eye.
You blind from sight.
You can't see me sitting on your bed.
Laying by your side.
I love you so.
You keep me filled with fight.
Your fright is delicious.
Your mommy can't save you.. i killed her.
Your daddy can't carry you.. i ate his arms.
Little sister is now a pile of bones and skin.
Rex is gone baby gone.
You run in the corner.
Your head between your knees.
Tears running down your cheek.
You look up.
I'm gone.
The policeman give you a teddy bear.
And say everything is gonna be alright.
Aunty Jamie is going to take you home.
The policeman tells you he gonna catch the man who killed your family.
That your safe.
Just remember one thing my child.
Your alone.. i'll be with you always.
Also.
8:11 A.M. (CEST) July 4th. Im a fucking wizard without virgin powers.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
That was totally accidental.. some weeb cunt was butthurt or mad because his mother won't clean his wiener with her whore's mouth anymore.
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Nothing scares me. I've seen some messed up things in my life, your like a friendly kids show compared to the stuff I've seen.
Alot of people will desperately make you stay on "666" rep because their trying to look cool.
animefreak_usa wrote...
That was totally accidental.. some weeb cunt was butthurt or mad because his mother won't clean his wiener with her whore's mouth anymore.Alot of people will desperately make you stay on "666" rep because their trying to look cool.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Shinzumakami wrote...
Nothing scares me. I've seen some messed up things in my life, your like a friendly kids show compared to the stuff I've seen.???
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iMuse
Kuroneko is mine
Sneakyone wrote...
Spoiler:
I had to spoiler it cause the more i stared at it the creepier it got
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Lughost
the Lugoat
iMuse wrote...
Sneakyone wrote...
Spoiler:
I had to spoiler it cause the more i stared at it the creepier it got
Glad I'm not the only who gets creeped the fuck out by that thing.
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echoeagle3
Oppai Overlord
well then happy birthday you freaky bastard. I would give you eye socket porn but I don't want to get banned. Its the thought that counts right?
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is it really your birthday?
i thought this was just some creepy nightmare fuel thread
oh well
happy birthday
i thought this was just some creepy nightmare fuel thread
oh well
happy birthday
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Tyranosaurus_Secks wrote...
Sneakyone wrote...
Spoiler:
OT: happy b-day, Freak.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Since douchey is here. Fun fact: Freddy Krueger and the whole idea of the dream which you can die was based on true facts. A weird mental disease which is an extreme form of night terrors... which i have sometimes. The articles described how several of the group began to suffer horrific nightmares and after a few nights, refused to sleep. However, due to exhaustion, when they finally did fall asleep they awoke screaming and in terror, then almost immediately died. Three of the group died over the course of the year; a young man died first, followed six months later by another young man, and three months after that a third victim, a young boy. What particularly intrigued Craven about the situation was that when an autopsy was carried out on the third victim, he was shown to be in perfect health he hadn't died from a heart attack or any other physical ailment; he had simply died. Medical authorities have since labeled the phenomenon Asian Death Syndrome, a condition which afflicts only east-Asian men between the ages of 19 and 57. Asian Death Syndrome (also known as Thai SUDS and Lai Tai) is believed to be a form of Brugada Syndrome, itself a form of Sudden Unexplained Death Syndrome (SUDS).
Wes Craven read this and came up with the idea of the dream demon which is a real thing in asia. Speaking of the articles, Craven has commented,
The eeriest case was the boy who had a nightmare that was worse than anything. His family tried to quiet his nerves, and he refused to sleep. He stayed up several nights, and they sent for a doctor who gave him sleeping pills. The kid threw them away. Finally there was a night when the kid could not stay up any longer, and he went to sleep. The house was quiet at last. The parents were relieved that their kid was getting some rest. Then they heard this horrendous scream from the bedroom. The parents ran in and found the boy thrashing in his bed, only to fall still a moment later and die. An autopsy revealed there was nothing wrong with him, no heart failure or any reason for his death. He was just dead. I became fascinated with the idea of harm happening to a person in such a way that people would not be able to clearly discern if the harm came in a dream or if it came in reality (extract from The Nightmare Never Ends: The Official History of Freddy Krueger and the Nightmare on Elm Street Series by William Schoell (1992); quoted here).
Craven has also stated,
It was a series of articles in the LA Times, three small articles about men from South East Asia, who were from immigrant families and who had died in the middle of nightmares and the paper never correlated them, never said, 'Hey, we've had another story like this.' The third one was the son of a physician. He was about twenty-one; I've subsequently found out this is a phenomenon in Laos, Cambodia. Everybody in his family said almost exactly these lines: 'You must sleep.' He said, 'No, you don't understand; I've had nightmares before this is different.' He was given sleeping pills and told to take them and supposedly did, but he stayed up. I forget what the total days he stayed up was, but it was a phenomenal amount something like six, seven days. Finally, he was watching television with the family, fell asleep on the couch, and everybody said, 'Thank god.' They literally carried him upstairs to bed; he was completely exhausted. Everybody went to bed, thinking it was all over. In the middle of the night, they heard screams and crashing. They ran into the room, and by the time they got to him he was dead. They had an autopsy performed, and there was no heart attack; he just had died for unexplained reasons. They found in his closet a Mr. Coffee maker, full of hot coffee that he had used to keep awake, and they also found all his sleeping pills that they thought he had taken; he had spit them back out and hidden them. It struck me as such an incredibly dramatic story that I was intrigued by it for a year, at least, before I finally thought I should write something about this kind of situation (from 'Wes Craven on Dreaming up Nightmares', by Steve Biodrowski (October, 2008) Cinefantastique Online; quoted here).
Wes Craven read this and came up with the idea of the dream demon which is a real thing in asia. Speaking of the articles, Craven has commented,
The eeriest case was the boy who had a nightmare that was worse than anything. His family tried to quiet his nerves, and he refused to sleep. He stayed up several nights, and they sent for a doctor who gave him sleeping pills. The kid threw them away. Finally there was a night when the kid could not stay up any longer, and he went to sleep. The house was quiet at last. The parents were relieved that their kid was getting some rest. Then they heard this horrendous scream from the bedroom. The parents ran in and found the boy thrashing in his bed, only to fall still a moment later and die. An autopsy revealed there was nothing wrong with him, no heart failure or any reason for his death. He was just dead. I became fascinated with the idea of harm happening to a person in such a way that people would not be able to clearly discern if the harm came in a dream or if it came in reality (extract from The Nightmare Never Ends: The Official History of Freddy Krueger and the Nightmare on Elm Street Series by William Schoell (1992); quoted here).
Craven has also stated,
It was a series of articles in the LA Times, three small articles about men from South East Asia, who were from immigrant families and who had died in the middle of nightmares and the paper never correlated them, never said, 'Hey, we've had another story like this.' The third one was the son of a physician. He was about twenty-one; I've subsequently found out this is a phenomenon in Laos, Cambodia. Everybody in his family said almost exactly these lines: 'You must sleep.' He said, 'No, you don't understand; I've had nightmares before this is different.' He was given sleeping pills and told to take them and supposedly did, but he stayed up. I forget what the total days he stayed up was, but it was a phenomenal amount something like six, seven days. Finally, he was watching television with the family, fell asleep on the couch, and everybody said, 'Thank god.' They literally carried him upstairs to bed; he was completely exhausted. Everybody went to bed, thinking it was all over. In the middle of the night, they heard screams and crashing. They ran into the room, and by the time they got to him he was dead. They had an autopsy performed, and there was no heart attack; he just had died for unexplained reasons. They found in his closet a Mr. Coffee maker, full of hot coffee that he had used to keep awake, and they also found all his sleeping pills that they thought he had taken; he had spit them back out and hidden them. It struck me as such an incredibly dramatic story that I was intrigued by it for a year, at least, before I finally thought I should write something about this kind of situation (from 'Wes Craven on Dreaming up Nightmares', by Steve Biodrowski (October, 2008) Cinefantastique Online; quoted here).
