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The Expressionless

In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.

Ever Dream Of This Man?

In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.

That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist’s desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.

The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.

From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc. 

At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams. Read more here.

(Source: gaws)

The Patterson-Gimlin film (also referred to as simply the Patterson film) is a famous short motion picture of an unidentified subject the film makers purported to be a “Bigfoot”, that was supposedly filmed on October 20, 1967, by Roger Patterson (February 14, 1926 — January 15, 1972) and Robert Gimlin (October 18, 1931) on the Klamath River outside of Orleans, California. The film has been subjected to many attempts both to debunk and authenticate it. Scientists have judged the film a hoax with a man in an ape suit, but theorists contend the film depicts a cryptid hominid, a creature unknown to science.

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Creature from Under the Sink

By Pam S.

I was temporarily living in the Cincinnati, Ohio area managing and working on a large property I own there. My home is in the Los Angeles area, so being away from home was difficult, and what had started out as an expected stay of six months or less was turning into well over a year.

I had brought both my cats, a male, Max, and my female, Abby. They travel well and to have someone take care of them for that long was not possible. I ended up renting a nice two-bedroom unit in a fairly modern townhouse complex on the second of three floors. It was at the rear of the property, so it was quiet and overlooked a lovely many-acre reserve park with lots of wildlife for the cats to watch from the balcony.

I had brought only bare basics with me, no furniture to speak of. I don’t mind roughing it for a short while. Therefore, I was literally living on the floor. My computer, twin pad mattress, TV, etc. all on the floor.

Max, my big, lovey male has had some health issues all his life and was on medication for ongoing digestive system inflammation stemming from inflamed gums blamed on “shelter” virus from when I got him from the pound as a kitten. He got a pill every night and would try to avoid me as the time would come for me to push the pill in a meat ball into his throat, but typically he would eventually stop trying to evade me and just take the pill so he could get down to the business of snuggling up for the evening.

This night in February was bitter cold and snow was on the ground. It was Saturday night, I was up late watching TV since we didn’t have to be at my building the next day. My brother had come from California to help me on my property and was already asleep on his bed in the other room. I was in the living room watching TV on the upgrade futon I had reluctantly purchased. Max came over and set his head on my ankles. He seemed quietly odd and when I made a move to get up to get his pill ready he dashed away. I couldn’t find him, searched all the cupboards he liked to pull open to hide from me.

So as it got later, I decided to fake him out and turn in and wait for him to come to bed and then get up to give him the pill. Worked in the past, figured it would work again.

As I was lying quietly, I heard a terrible racket from under the kitchen sink started up and it was terrifying, some animal type sounds and banging about of items. I had only the dish soap, the trash bag, and some empty spray bottles in that big otherwise empty cabinet. I thought the two cats (Abby always gave Max a hard time and what was playing often turned into hard fought battles with the two of them) were fighting and knocking the empty bottles around in all that empty space in that cabinet.

It was dreadful sounding, so I jumped up to pull them out and… nothing, no cats, but the bottles were all knocked over and strewn about. Then I saw Max lying on his side in the pantry room and I knew something was dreadfully wrong. I kept the litter box in there so I couldn’t figure out why he was sleeping in there.

I screamed for my brother and we rushed in 20 miles in the cold in the middle of the night to a 24-hour vet, but Max had died. His heart murmur from the inflammation had been fatal at nine years old. I was devastated.

A few days and nights passed and I had given my brother the futon to sleep on as his air mattress had deflated. I was back to living on the thinner mattress pad on the floor. I was mindlessly watching the TV sitting on the mattress with my back on the wall for support with the one lamp I had on the lowest setting so it was dim but not dark in the room.

Once again I heard the same horrid racket coming from under the kitchen sink. Now, it was an open floor plan so the half wall with the countertop bar that separated the kitchen from the living room was merely a few feet away from me. I thought, Dang it, Abby, stop making all that noise under the sink. Why are you in there and what are you doing knocking all those empty plastic bottles about at this time of night?

I was just about to get up when I saw Abby pop out from the kitchen like she was being chased into the living area and arch her back and stare into the kitchen, and she wouldn’t respond to my voice to come over to me.

Then, suddenly this “creature” appeared around the corner from the kitchen and trotted past me on the floor. I got a good look at as it was only maybe two feet away from me and into the second bedroom where I had my computer/office stuff. It was semi-transparent, about the size of a small bulldog. It had a muscular dog’s body, like a short, small pit pull, a feline-type head, but not exactly feline. Very short haired, with a brindle-type striped coat that was very defined.

But what really chilled me was that it was wearing a metal spiked collar. I knew immediately that someone or something had to have placed that on this creature as well. The whole appearance of this thing was menacing.

It went by me without so much as looking at me. I sat frozen for a long time in disbelief, thinking over and over, I didn’t just see that. Eventually, I got up to look in the bedroom and was not surprised to find that there was no sign of whatever it was that scooted past me. The windows were all closed due to the weather, there is no exit and the apartment was up on the second floor anyway. I checked the walk in closet, the bathroom in there. Nothing.

I kept Abby close to me for the rest of the night, afraid that the noise and this creature had something to do with Max’s death. I never saw it again or heard that noise for the next three months before I left Ohio for California. I would have a hard time believing this story from someone else, but it is true in every aspect, and having heard that same noise twice I can’t say it was from some other outside source. I’ve seen and experienced paranormal things in my life, but this one has a high unlikable weird factor for me since I think the creature was there on the night Max died and then again a few nights later when I did see it.

(Source: paranormal.about.com)

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About 8:15 in the evening on February 19, 1994, paramedics wheeled a young woman into the emergency room of General Hospital in the southern California city of Riverside.  The woman was awake, but she responded to questions with only brief and sometimes incoherent utterances. She was taking shallow, rapid breaths. Her heart was beating too rapidly to allow its chambers to fill before they pumped, so her blood pressure was plummeting. Most patients who show up in an emergency room with such symptoms are elderly people: this woman, the paramedics reported, was 31 years old and had cervical cancer. Her name was Gloria Ramirez. 

The medical staff hovering over Ramirez injected her with a host of fast-acting drugs that were part of the standard protocol for her condition, along with eventual mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When it became clear that Ramirez was responding poorly to treatment, the staff tried to defibrillate her heart with electricity. They stripped off her shirt and pressed padded electrodes against her chest; at that point several people saw an oily sheen covering Ramirez’s body, and some noticed a fruity, garlicky odor that they thought was coming from her mouth. 

To obtain blood for analysis, a registered nurse named Susan Kane swabbed Ramirez’s right arm with rubbing alcohol, inserted a catheter, and attached a syringe. As the syringe filled, Kane noticed a chemical smell to the blood. 
Kane turned toward the door of the trauma room and swayed. Kane said that her face was burning, and she was put on a gurney and taken from trauma one.

Shortly after, several other staff members began to get similar symptoms, their limp bodies slumping to the floor.

That surreal night would throw Riverside General Hospital into newspapers and tv news broadcasts for weeks, as the frightening possibility of a human body releasing toxic fumes captured the public’s imagination. It also triggered one of the most extensive investigations in forensic history—medical detectives from ten local, state, and federal outfits examined dozens of potential culprits, from poisonous sewer gas to mass hysteria. So far, all the suspects have beaten the rap, except for one extraordinary hypothesis: a team of researchers think that a chain of chemical reactions may essentially have turned Gloria Ramirez’s body into a canister of nerve gas.

A skeleton crew stayed behind to help  save Ramirez’s life. Her blood pressure continued to drop, and her pulse was growing fainter. Ochoa and three others repeatedly administered electric shocks and drugs, but their efforts to stabilize Ramirez failed. At 8:50 she was pronounced dead. 

She has since been dubbed “the toxic woman”.

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Submitted to weird-bizarre-creepy by czigany.