The “cursed” painting that terrified the UK in the 1980s
August
Metanoia
Its mental suggestion maybe I only have to see a clown and I freak. There was one just on an episode of The Orville yeck. Now if I gave someone an Ouija board and they never knew what it was they wouldn't be scared of it but if I let that very same person watch the movies Ouija and Ouija Origins of Evil they wouldn't go near the board. Same thing with this painting someone put the suggestion in their heads that its haunted. But saying that I have a haunted photo it has a power within it, people that have seen it don't like it without me saying anything and the thing is if I have the photo copied the same thing happens when people look at the copy so maybe the 'power' in that original picture continues on in the copies , just like in this painting.
That is some creepy stuff there, did I ever post about a brooch my friend found. Scariest thing I have ever touched.
August
Metanoia
Sometimes it can be the oddest things that are like that there was a little gold globe that looked like Saturn someone in the family had it and they say from the day they got it bad things started to happen and they soon got rid of it. Stuff like that . One lady I know will not wear rings that belonged to other people. Tell us about the brooch.
Yep, I have no explanation, but I have experienced first hand some scary shit with certain objects.
OK, The Brooch,
I can only tell you exactly what happened. You have my word I am not lying, for whatever that is worth.
When I was about 19....1980 ish
I had a mate that was an apprentice builder.
He lived in my home town. He rented a room out the back of a very old property that was an old Blue stone Dairy.
The house block was also one of two blocks built over an old aboriginal burial ground.
I came home from work on the Friday night and went up to visit him, ready for a night on the town.
I met him at the main house and he said, "Hey come check out my room, I have spent the last two days renovating it" We went out and it looked great, he had painted, re trimmed the windows and doors, all sorts of stuff,
Then he said, "Oh yeah, check out what I found jammed in behind the door surround when I pulled it off"
He held out his hand, and in it was a very antique looking old ladies brooch.
Now I can tell you at this point I was in party, lets go to the pub and pick up mode. In no way thinking anything bad.
He handed me the brooch, and the second it touched my hand, I have never in my life before or since felt such evil. I dropped it instantly and just about fell over with fear. It was the most evil sensation I have ever felt.
Tim took one look at me, reached down and picked up the brooch, and threw it as far as he could into the paddock next door to the house. The grass was a meter high, and I watched it leave his hand, travel 30 or 40 meters into the long grass,
I remember nothing else after that, the terror was awful.
Ok skip to Monday. I had blown a head gasket in my car so had to catch the bus to work, so did Tim.
We lived in a town where the first stop was near us so we got the pick of the seats. Being boys we went for the back seat. I was sitting on the passenger side, Tim on the driver side. We were just chatting, we both had our arms over the back seat between the backrest and the rear escape window. All of a sudden Tim's face Paled, he looked at me, and brought his hand up. He had the same brooch in it. The same brooch he threw into the paddock the Friday before. We both just crapped ourselves and he threw it out the window of the bus.
Neither of us ever saw the brooch again.
As you know, I am an em path.
OK, The Brooch,
I can only tell you exactly what happened. You have my word I am not lying, for whatever that is worth.
When I was about 19....1980 ish
I had a mate that was an apprentice builder.
He lived in my home town. He rented a room out the back of a very old property that was an old Blue stone Dairy.
The house block was also one of two blocks built over an old aboriginal burial ground.
I came home from work on the Friday night and went up to visit him, ready for a night on the town.
I met him at the main house and he said, "Hey come check out my room, I have spent the last two days renovating it" We went out and it looked great, he had painted, re trimmed the windows and doors, all sorts of stuff,
Then he said, "Oh yeah, check out what I found jammed in behind the door surround when I pulled it off"
He held out his hand, and in it was a very antique looking old ladies brooch.
Now I can tell you at this point I was in party, lets go to the pub and pick up mode. In no way thinking anything bad.
He handed me the brooch, and the second it touched my hand, I have never in my life before or since felt such evil. I dropped it instantly and just about fell over with fear. It was the most evil sensation I have ever felt.
Tim took one look at me, reached down and picked up the brooch, and threw it as far as he could into the paddock next door to the house. The grass was a meter high, and I watched it leave his hand, travel 30 or 40 meters into the long grass,
I remember nothing else after that, the terror was awful.
Ok skip to Monday. I had blown a head gasket in my car so had to catch the bus to work, so did Tim.
We lived in a town where the first stop was near us so we got the pick of the seats. Being boys we went for the back seat. I was sitting on the passenger side, Tim on the driver side. We were just chatting, we both had our arms over the back seat between the backrest and the rear escape window. All of a sudden Tim's face Paled, he looked at me, and brought his hand up. He had the same brooch in it. The same brooch he threw into the paddock the Friday before. We both just crapped ourselves and he threw it out the window of the bus.
Neither of us ever saw the brooch again.
As you know, I am an em path.
August
Metanoia
Well its still out there , somewhere and maybe with someone ? Creepy tale thanks for sharing that . I won't sleep tonight now. But there are some very odd things that happen as you mentioned the Aboriginal burial grounds a relation of mine for years said their place was haunted ( well in my book everyone's place has got something it ) they had been removing an orange tree in the back yard and when they dug the roots up they found human vertebrae in there . They kept it in a box for a few years and later discovered that their house also was built right on top of an aboriginal burial ground. The bones are still there they never handed them in or told anyone for fear that the aboriginals would make a land grab on their property. So that would explain the Grounge ( aboriginal for ghost) that was living in their house . The last thing they mentioned was that their niece had her birthday party at their house and just before she blew the candles out on the cake something else unseen did it for her. I saw the film someone took of it she was sitting their with the cake on her lap and you could hear the noise of something blowing the candles out. Least the ghost has a sense of humour.