“Mommy look, it’s the Easter bunny” “sweetie, it’s August, it’s not Easter” “But mommy look, a bunny man”
Here's some backstory on the Mr. Chew, Delaware Samuel Chew was the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Delaware until his death in 1744. Many people mock his name by saying "Ah Chew" or make chewing motions with their mouths. When he died, those who mocked him more for some reason. The spirit of Mr. Chew would haunt those who mocked him, so if you came across his spirit and sneeze he would chase you. The residents would not come out at night due to sightings of him. Until they decided to hold a nice funeral for him, his spirit was put to rest.
anyways, heres a brownie recipe ingredients * 2 Eggs * 1/4 cup Sugar * 1 teaspoon Vanilla Extract * 1/2 cup Butter or margarine, unsalted, melted * 1 1/4 cups Ghirardelli Sweet Ground Chocolate and Cocoa * 2/3 cup All-purpose flour * 1/4 teaspoon Baking powder * 1/4 teaspoon Salt * 15 Ghirardelli Milk Chocolate Caramel SQUARES directions * Preheat oven to 350°F. * Stir eggs with sugar and vanilla. * Add melted butter. * Sift ground chocolate with flour, baking powder, and salt. * Stir into egg mixture. * Spread half the batter into a greased 8-inch square pan. * Place Milk Chocolate Caramel SQUARES in a single layer on top of batter. * Cover the SQUARES layer with the remaining batter. * Bake 20 to 30 minutes. * Cut into 16 to 20 squares
Here's some backstory on the Bunnyman, Virginia According to local lore, the bridge in Fairfax County is one of the most dangerous locations in Northern Virginia. If you are under the bridge at midnight on Halloween, and would be butchered by the Bunnyman. In 1904 mental patients were relocated via bus, that bus crashed. All by one patient was located. The escaped mental patient was named Douglas Griffon. Weeks passed, and rabbit corpses began appearing in the woods. Douglas was apparently eating bunnies to stay alive. This went on for a while. Then one Halloween night, a group of kids were hanging around a bridge. It was reported that the teens were strung up like bunnies, gutted and hanging from the bridge.
Here’s one from Maine: The Sabattus Well Decent. A group of teenagers were at a well behind a cemetery. One of the boys was dared to descend the supposedly haunted well. He agreed and was lowered into the well until he was no longer visible to the group. After a while they all noticed there was no movement and pulled the boy up. Upon seeing him, however, they saw that his hair was white and he was shaking, he looked like an old man. He was mumbling and laughing maniacally. The boy never recovered and it is said that you can sometimes hear his screams from the mental hospital where he currently lives.
ohio is an entire urban legend by itself 💀
Exodus 14:14: "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still."
Man, this takes "Only in Ohio" to an entire new level. 💀💀
Now i finally know where Melanie Martinez got her inspiration to make a bunny doctor in both her albums Crybaby and K-12 😭😅
"mom, where are we going?" " The gorphanage :) "
Okay but the child on the very left on the Gore Orphanage looks really chill and fire😭😭🔥
Finally someone who doesn't make fun of Ohio
"Bunny bunny bunny, your so funny, with your twitching nose." Virginia: 👁👄👁
“Cant even adopt a child in Ohio” 💀💀
“One last short for the night!” The short:
Me:"just one more short before bed!" The short...
I live in Ohio and there is a statue of a little girl near this school that was built shortly after her death. Her father used to bring the statue flowers every day but after his death, they kept appearing. People would camp out all night and never see someone come or any flowers be dropped off but they some how appeared. This has happened for i think almost 30 years.
La Mala Hora just translates to “the bad hour” no i wont do an entire essay but like there u go ig :/ well I might do the essay at 2 likes :). Edit: thx for 2 likes here u go: La Mala Hora is a scary story and urban legend from the folklore of New Mexico. The name means The Evil Hour or The Evil One. It is also known as La Malora, La Malorga or The Evil-Doer. La Mala Hora La Mala Hora is said to be a wicked spirit or an evil demon that wanders the lonely country roads after midnight and terrorizes those who travel alone. It usually lurks in the darkness at a crossroads, waiting for an unwary traveler to cross its path. According to some, it is more feared than the devil. It first appears as a large, black lump, constantly moving and changing shape. It can also can change size rapidly, growing larger and smaller. They say it looks like a ghostly black shroud or a large black cotton ball. Anyone who is unfortunate enough to set eyes on this demon runs the risk of being driven insane. It tries to hypnotize and paralyze anyone who happens to encounter it at night. When it attacks, it suddenly rushes toward the unwary, envelopes him and suffocates him. The following morning, the poor wretch is found dead at the side of the road. At other times, it transforms into a wicked woman, a female personification of evil. She appears wearing black clothing, her hair long and unkempt. She is like a spirit or wind floating along without touching the ground with her feet. People in New Mexico say that she seldom appears in human form, but when she does, it is considered to be a death omen. If you encounter her at a crossroads, it usually means that you or somebody you know is going to die. When pressed for more detailed information about this demon, the people of New Mexico will refuse to talk about it and just reply, “Es cosa mala!” (“It is an evil thing!”) In one story, there was a woman whose husband was away on business. One night, she decided to go to stay with her friend in Santa Fe. It was just after midnight when she left her house and drove down the lonely, deserted highway. After a while, she approached a small crossroads, when suddenly a dark shape appeared in front of her car. The woman screamed in fright and slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt. When she looked up again, the dark shape had disappeared. For a second, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she turned to her right and saw something that almost gave her a heart attack. Right beside her window, looking in at her, was a hideous old lady. She had the twisted face of a demon, glowing red eyes and short pointed teeth. The demonic lady began clawing at the window, trying to break the glass. Terrified, the woman put her foot down on the accelerator and the car took off down the road. For a few terrible moments, the demonic lady ran along side the car, still clawing at the window. Then, the car sped up and she fell behind. The woman looked in her rear view mirror. The last thing she saw was the demon growing taller and taller, until it was as large as a tree. When the woman reached her friend’s house, she ran inside and locked the door behind her. The woman explained what she had seen at the crossroads and her friend gasped in horror. “It must have been La Mala Hora,” said her friend. “The Evil One. They say she only appears at a crossroads when someone is about to die…” The woman was overcome by a feeling of dread and impending doom. She couldn’t sleep a wink that night. She waited until morning, then drove home. She made sure not to drive by the crossroads again, fearing that the demonic lady would appear once more. When the woman reached home, she found a police car waiting in her driveway. The officers approached her, asked her name and broke the terrible news to her. Her husband had been mugged on the way back to his hotel the night before. He had been shot in the head and was killed instantly. It all happened just after midnight.
I'M FROM NM!! Thanks for including ALBUQUERQUE!! So awesome to see my State being mentioned, I'm not from Albuquerque I'm from a small Native reservation...
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