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calliopes_pen) wrote2010-03-01 12:08 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2010-03-01 12:08 pm
A Creepy Story
I’ve been reading the posts over at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ontdcreepy since it ended up on lj_spotlight, and one older post was a discussion of weird things that have happened that could have been supernatural, but were just plain creepy. I thought of this strange thing that Mom told me about.
Mom’s aunt used to have a painting. It was five ballerinas dancing through the cemetery. They were on their toes, and some weren’t. The ones that weren’t occasionally were, or changed positions. They would be on the left side--then the middle--then the other side. Then, over the years, each one danced out of the picture. Slowly, it dwindled. There were five...four...three...gradually, over the years, only one remained. She was slowly fading each time you went to look. Until, one day, she was gone.
White smoke or fog was at the bottom of the picture. Gradually, over the years, it covered everything except the tombstones.
The last time anyone looked, all that was left was fog and tombstones. For a while there, Mom’s aunt thought she was going crazy--but sure enough, each time Mom (along with everyone else) came to visit, someone was gone that had been there before, or was in a different position. She told her she wasn’t crazy.
Her aunt sold the painting soon after the fog took over everything, so we don’t know what happened next. For all we know the dance began again.
*cue spooky music or creepy laughter*
Anyone else have any weird moments like that?
ontdcreepy since it ended up on lj_spotlight, and one older post was a discussion of weird things that have happened that could have been supernatural, but were just plain creepy. I thought of this strange thing that Mom told me about.Mom’s aunt used to have a painting. It was five ballerinas dancing through the cemetery. They were on their toes, and some weren’t. The ones that weren’t occasionally were, or changed positions. They would be on the left side--then the middle--then the other side. Then, over the years, each one danced out of the picture. Slowly, it dwindled. There were five...four...three...gradually, over the years, only one remained. She was slowly fading each time you went to look. Until, one day, she was gone.
White smoke or fog was at the bottom of the picture. Gradually, over the years, it covered everything except the tombstones.
The last time anyone looked, all that was left was fog and tombstones. For a while there, Mom’s aunt thought she was going crazy--but sure enough, each time Mom (along with everyone else) came to visit, someone was gone that had been there before, or was in a different position. She told her she wasn’t crazy.
Her aunt sold the painting soon after the fog took over everything, so we don’t know what happened next. For all we know the dance began again.
*cue spooky music or creepy laughter*
Anyone else have any weird moments like that?