grownfromseed:

uncle-whisky:

thecuckoohaslanded:

spooky-idea-gotyou-executed:

221cumberbum:

ohyestimelords:

cookieroach:

thecarefree:

words-caramel-salt:

legendofkatie:

bloodgutsandangeldelight:

themorallycorruptfayeresnick:

So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.

90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.

Oh my god  D:

here’s a bad idea: listening to this in the dark by yourself

I heard that some records made during the 30s had laughter on them because they believed that listening to laughter would make others laugh along.

My God, they were wrong.

i just scared the fuck out of myself

#oh my fucking god #it’s like listening to some sort of funeral #where the guests are all on acid #and then they eat the corpse and drink the blood like wine #while laughing like maniacs #shit maybe they’re cannibal clowns #oagdshfgahrkjafgda

jesus christ yes

Play this outside your house on halloween. 

ohfuq

JESUS SHIT THE BED NOPE NOPE NOPE

tumblr in 2017: “cursed post”

this ancient and forgotten horror, an abomination scratching at the walls of time itself, forbidden by the laws of gods and men, unearthed and resurrected from the archive of my blog in late 2013: “hold. my. fucking. beer.”

Play this for anyone who doesn’t think the Joker should be creepy.