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Много ли нужно для счастья Александра? Нет! Только лишь 3х литровая бутылка водки и немножко апельсинового сока. 🥃 Правда, чтобы счастье было полноценным, до этого потребовалась бутылка вина.🍷 Ну и как вы думаете, кто ее вылакал в одну харю? 😅 #злыестори#evilstories#друзья#сашапьян

So @kendraradke tagged me a couple days ago to post #5bookishfacts and she also wanted the post to be evil. This book I could only read during the day and it kept me awake at night. Talk about evil. Sorry I'm getting to this so late! It's been a crazy few days but here it goes!
1. I have to finish a book once it's been started.
2. I love Fantasy and Magical books: Mermaids, Fae, Goblins, Witches, Werewolves, etc.
3. I started writing a book when I was 17, currently unfinished.
4. Historical stories, myths, and legends mixed with modern or fantasy writing I could read over and over.
5. I hated reading until my Sophomore year of high school, the 1-800- where are you series by Meg Cabot influenced my love of reading! #bookstagram #evilstories

The thing in the window (swipe)

I'm pretty freaked out.

That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away... it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it's innocently turned in a different direction.

Finally on Thursday, I tried to open the window, but it's stuck. I think the thing's hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.
It stared at me, smiling.

I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.
But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek.
It was angry. (Continued in comments)

Никогда не нужно трогать мою машину, Антоша @a.karpov94 😡
Иначе это плохо кончится для твоей 😈
И поверь, это еще не все... 🖕🏻
#злыестори#evilstories#месть#друзья

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It Begins. Ep. 2

Vrang watched Erenya.

The manner in which she took care of the Blight Wolf, he was mesmerized.

No fear, cold, calculating, fearless.

Against everything, he was impressed, he was actually proud of her.

He moved. She noticed. She screamed when she saw him.

Vrang smiled. His daughter remembered him.

That scream would likely have riled her friends.

Vrang weaved air around them, cutting off Erenyas screams. He added spirit and shrouded them in darkness, bending away the light so that they would not be seen.

He grimaced, she would not stop screaming.

It baffled him, amused him but, it also made him concerned and he couldn’t tell why.

Had he really manage to ruin her so completely.

Vrang shook his head and began to weave again.

Time to take his daughter back to camp with him. Vrang opened a Gateway but suddenly something came flashing, smashing down and into him. It was snarling, clawing, howling, it was rabid, it was…
Struggling to fend of the attacker Vrang realized the screaming had stopped. He was trying to defend himself from his daughter… She had broken free of her fear and now… now she was the most terrifying thing he had ever encountered.

Erenya was no longer afraid. She was not feeling anything. Nothing except, rage.
He struggled, she was channeling in some manner, she is not aware of it, the thought crossed his mind.

Vrang retreated, threw himself through the Gateway.

The Blight Wolves would have to take care of things. They should have spread the taint to enough creatures to make things difficult for Erenyas friends.

He was shaking as he arrived back at camp. Luckily, Erenya had not made it through. He was safe

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It begins. Ep 1.

The Dark Lords luck must be with him, Vrang mused.

He had return to the spot where the battle had taken place, the battle between his daughter, her friends and the Trollocs. ⚫

His rabid, tainted wolves were on the loose in the woods, he could hear them snarling and growling far-off.

Vrang had found the tracks of the hunting company.
After following them a while, he had seen flickering light in the distant among the trees.

A campfire. Their campfire.

Vrang concealed himself and waited. ⚫

Now what was this… a woman in grey with a… tiara… out on a lonely night walk.

Vrang felt that familiar itch, to open her up, bleeding her dry, it would be a wonderful pastime.

But no, he had other business to take care of tonight.

He didn’t have to wait long.

She came stumbling soon enough, also alone, in obviously pain.
His daughter.

Seemed she was following something… that she had been beckoned to come out here…

Then he saw the wolf, one of his, it was standing on fallen tree, looking straight into Erenyas eyes.
Rabid, tainted, foul, rotting.
A Blight Wolf.

His daughter. She, did not back away. She was not afraid.

In fact. His daughter seemed to be more of a monster than the rabid wolf.

It was Erenya, it was his daughter, but… something was wrong.

He realised… he was actually afraid of her.

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Picture Credit, found them on Pinterest. Don't know the maker.

Mountains of Mist

That was unexpected… That was not meant to happen... As the battle died down Vrang left, he doubted that any of the wolfkin would have had time to catch his scent in the chaos that had erupted when the trollocs arrived. Then that Aes Sedai with the tiara fell into some sort of slumber and… and his daughter showed obvious signs of ailment… however, not in the manner he had expected.

Back at his camp Vrang took out another small pouch of the poisonous powder and looked at it thoughtfully. His daughter showed some peculiar side effects he had not expected…

Could it be… because she was a wolfkin… or was it something else… “Bring me some wolves… and villagers”, Vrang shouted to a Myrddraal.

This was a potent poison but subtle in small amounts, he had created it, with some aid… well, he had been told to find a new kind of poison, and so he had.

He had always believed that it was possible to turn the tainted plantlife and wildlife in the Blight into something… useful.

Vrang was pulled from his thoughts as pain ridden howls filled the air, as expected, when administered in large quantities, death came slow and painfully with obvious tell tale signs of the taint found in the Blight… however… no one of the previous experiments or any of the current had vomited black bile… only his daughter had done that, odd, very odd indeed.

A few wolves still lived. They had been given smaller doses of the poison but large enough to speed up the process. They were mad with pain now… rabid… with festering sores and bloody froth dripping from their mouths. “Let them loose, let’s see what manner of havoc they can wreck before they die”. Vrang created two Gateways, one to the Mountains of Mist, close to his daughter's last location and one close to the Borderlands, four wolves were released through each of the Gateways, three were taken to a closeby village. “Let the new experiment begin”, Vrang mused.

The Highest had complained a few times about his habit of disregarding orders… but he did cause plenty of suffering and panic wherever he went, she should be pleased with his latest whim.

The Plot Thickens. Ep. 2 “The girl left through a Gateway with some other people, and it appears that both her and her warder have yellow eyes… one Grayman managed to follow them through…” Vrang listened intently to the Myrddraals report, delivered with a cold and raspy voice and counted… 10 days since he gave the pouches to the grey… Erenya would soon begin to feel the full affliction of the contents in the pouches… she should already show subtle signs… but a few more days and it would be taking over her… “Make contact with the grey and have it inform us of the whereabouts of Erenya and the others”. The Myrddraal vanished and Vrang cursed… yellow eyes… his daughter was not only an Aes Sedai… she was one of those blasted vermins, the yellow eyed vermins… still… Vrang jerked his head to one side with a snapping sound. A yellow eyed one could be useful to have around. “Mountains of Mist”. Vrang turned around eyeing the Myrddraal. Have the grey continue as before, he told it. Our treasure is within grasp, Vrang grinned.

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The Plot Thickens. Ep. 1

The Myrddraal stood in silence, uncertain if its report had pleased its master or not. “One dead of seven… and in direct contact with my girl… her warder killed it”. An interesting turn of events, Vrang thought. His daughter had already become an Aes Sedai, of the Green Ajah and had a warder… a peculiar one at that.

But how to proceed… Vrang grinned and fetched something from a tiny chest he always had with him. “Have the Grey continue to follow her and watch her, I want to know everything about her and that warder… also… have them put this in her drink and food as often as possible”. Vrang gave the Myrddraal six small pouches. “One for each grayman, only a pinch of it each time”. The path became ever more clear, his daughter would make a fine addition to the Dark Lord's collection, and to the ranks of his servants. The Highest should be pleased with his plans once they unfold entirely.

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The Girl

Tar Valon, the girl had become one of those damn Aes Sedai, or was on in the process to become one!

However, a tiny sliver of… what was this… pride? Yes it was pride… the little girl could channel, just like him.

Perhaps… perhaps she could be salvage… yes… He could salvage her and bring her to the Dark Lord.

Vrang grinned, all thoughts of the golden eyed woman lost. He had a new goal. He would obtain the girl, she could be used, twisted, turn her to the Shadow.

Someone made a noise behind him. “You promised… you promised… to let me go... “

The woman sobbed, holding her chest, life quickly leaving her. “Yes, I did, and I have… I have been gracious enough to let you go from this world”. Vrang snickered and watched as his pet draw her last ragged breath.
Vrang turned towards one of the Myrddraals. Fetch me a few of the Grey… I have a mission for them, in Tar Valon.

The Highest probably doesn't mind if a few Aes Sedai dies.

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Finding Answers

She had to continue, she had to, Master Vrang would spare her if she did…

Holding the knife had become increasingly harder with every finger the Master cut of her hands as payment for wasting his time. She was his pet now, to do with as he pleased, but if she did good… if she… he would let her live.
Vrang watched as his little pet sank her dagger in yet another Tuatha'an child, her work was sloppy but it still made the child produce horrible screams and causing the adults to wail in despair… It was sweet music. “Now, this will be all over once you tell me what happened to the black haired woman with golden eyes that you once harboured, we know this is the caravan she used traveled with”. One man eventually stepped forward. Apparently it was his daughter that Vrang’s pet were bleeding. He was crying, both in fear and sorrow it seemed and stuttered out his answer. “She left.. long ago.. when her daughter was brought to Tar Valon by a grey sister… please.. let my child go…” Vrang stood up and danced down to the man who had provided him with this answer. He laughed and embraced the man then led him about in a jerky dance.
Finally, Vrang stopped and looked the man in the eyes, uttering one word… No.
“Pet, kill them all and burn everything… then we will talk about if you pleased me or not”. Some more death and chaos spread about, the Highest should be content.

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Tug, tug, tug (swipe)
Credit to: Flea

You could kick yourself. Its the middle of the night–or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it–and freezing cold because you, like an idiot, kicked off your blanket in the night. Nearly entirely off the bed, in fact, with only one lonely corner clinging to the edge of the bed.
Sitting up you take it in your hands, feeling that familiar fear from your childhood: that if you don’t find something to cover yourself up, you are leaving yourself open to all sorts of supernatural horrors. You shrug it off with a chuckle and give the blanket a good hard tug, trying to pull it all up with one go.
No luck. It seems to be stuck.
Another sharp pull seems to free it a bit, and you work, tugging it back up and trying to ignore that silly feeling of growing dread. Tug. Tug tug tug…. There! Finally! The blanket is mostly back up on the bed and you are safely beneath it once more, teasing yourself mentally for getting all worked up over nothing. Until, just before you drift back asleep, you feel a tug from that one side still dangling down from where it had fallen before.
Tug, tug, tug.

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Coffins

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children messing around pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.
“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Harold asked. "Yes!" the muffled voice assured. “You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857?”
“No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

The thing in the window (swipe)

I'm pretty freaked out.

That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away... it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it's innocently turned in a different direction.

Finally on Thursday, I tried to open the window, but it's stuck. I think the thing's hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.
It stared at me, smiling.

I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.
But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek.
It was angry. (Continued in comments)

Moving to Murandy

What a disappointment.. this lad had no yellow eyes, rather an odd shade of light brown that might appear yellow in a certain light.
To have gone through such trouble and not receive any price.
Vrang raised his gaze from the lad, what was left of him, and let it sweep over the gathered people in the village square. Such pitiful creatures. “Now… why don't you… kill each other… make it entertaining”. A weave of compulsion and some suggestive words, and the whole village fell into carnage.
Sweet, sweet screams. This was ecstasy. But no time to indulge in it for too long.

The woman who had wasted his time with this… she would suffer for it, ah yes, he would have fun with her before her death.

Vrang was furious. He would find that woman and her daughter, that worm who had dared to defy him and slipped some kind of poison into his meal. Then attempted to burn down the house with him inside. Many years had passed but he would find her, it was just such a shame that the yellow eyed vermin was so rare, even though much more common now than years before.
He needed another one. To waste slowly. “We are leaving Saldea. Let's try our luck in.. oh.. Murandy.

Vrang opened a Gateway. Saldea was a dead end…
The Highest should be pleased with the havoc he had unleashed on Saldea.
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The tall man watched as Trollocs ripped wolves apart, beginning to eat them before they were properly dead. The Trollocs wasted no time, they were starving, there were not enough wolves to satisfy everyone, snarling and growling they fought over the wolves flesh.

The tall man laughed at the sight and raised his glass of wine, “a toast for a dinner well earned”, he smirked.

Turning to the group of people next to him, he continued his little speech. “This is your imminent future unless someone among you have good news to bring me… in which case… only most of you will meet the same fate as those wolves”. A woman raised her hand shakingly, averting her eyes from the master. His cold voice sent shivers down her spine.. “Yes… worm.. do you have anything thing remotely interesting to tell me..”. Her own voice barely above a whisper, trembled as she gave her answer. “I .. found .. another with.. yellow eyes…  the village… due west from us.. a few miles… “. The tall man turned to the nearby myrddraal. “She is in charge while I am gone… do not disappoint me..” He mounted his horse and ordered a second myrddraal to join him.

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Никогда не нужно трогать мою машину, Антоша @a.karpov94 😡
Иначе это плохо кончится для твоей 😈
И поверь, это еще не все... 🖕🏻
#злыестори#evilstories#месть#друзья

The Clearing

The grass, in what once would have been called a beautiful clearing, was red and wet with blood. Body parts lay strewn about in haphazardly manner. Flesh of humans mingled with flesh and fur of wolves… The tall man inhaled the air deeply and exhaled with a content grin.

Further down the clearing a fist of trollocs huddled together when they saw the tall man emerge from his tent, even the three myrddraals changed their demeanor in his presence. “Fetch me another batch of the Dark Lords worms, the previous batch was not to my satisfaction, and bring me that yellowed eye vermin, NOW”. Two of the myrddraals rushed to follow orders, one disappeared entirely, the other soon arrived with a tied down youngling in ragged pieces of cloth, only skin and bones left of what must have been a healthy lad once. “Bring more of your… friends.. to me vermin. This pack did not had the answers I sought.. bring them and your sister may yet be spared the trollocs pot”. The tall man had a cold voice, it pierced the lad like ice shards. There was no end to the pain he would die… but his sister… he could save her still… couldn't he?

Somewhere he knew.. he was lying to himself… it was a false hope.. but he refused to abandon it.

Several wolves heard the desperate call of a wolfbrother near death. Many answered the call and ran to their deaths.

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Экология - как это важно для нашей планеты! 🌳☀️ Особенно когда вокруг столько заводов и предприятий, производств с коптящими трубами, тысячи и сотни тысяч, а порой и миллионы автомобилей на улицах городов... Да что уж там говорить, когда даже на необитаемом острове можно найти мусор, столь бестыдно выброшенный людьми в море... 😔
Поэтому, друзья, давайте будем следить за чистотой и перестанем мусорить! 👍🏻Ну хотя бы доносить мусор до мусорки... #злыестори#evilstories#друзья#экология

Много ли нужно для счастья Александра? Нет! Только лишь 3х литровая бутылка водки и немножко апельсинового сока. 🥃 Правда, чтобы счастье было полноценным, до этого потребовалась бутылка вина.🍷 Ну и как вы думаете, кто ее вылакал в одну харю? 😅 #злыестори#evilstories#друзья#сашапьян

Когда твой друг свадебный фотограф 📷, он делает все, чтобы запечатлеть те прекрасные моменты, которые, с таким трепетом, потом будут вспоминать молодожены. 💑 Бегая между гостей, которые так и норовят локтем ударить по объективу, "командуя" женихом🤵 и невестой👰, чтобы те вставали в правильные позы для хороших кадров, @art.pastuhov делает великолепные фото! Но при всем этом, бедняга даже не успевает поесть... 🍗🍔🌯
#злыестори#evilstories#покормидруга#фотографголоден#друзья

Друзья - это одни из самых важных и близких людей! И кому, как не им можно доверить кормление кота, когда уезжаешь в другой город. И если тебе, выпала такая честь, если тебе доверили ключи от квартиры и жизнь котейки, то нужно сделать ВСЕ, чтобы питомец был сыт, а жилье оставалось чистым и целым 😎 #злыестори#evilstories#друзья#покормикота

So @kendraradke tagged me a couple days ago to post #5bookishfacts and she also wanted the post to be evil. This book I could only read during the day and it kept me awake at night. Talk about evil. Sorry I'm getting to this so late! It's been a crazy few days but here it goes!
1. I have to finish a book once it's been started.
2. I love Fantasy and Magical books: Mermaids, Fae, Goblins, Witches, Werewolves, etc.
3. I started writing a book when I was 17, currently unfinished.
4. Historical stories, myths, and legends mixed with modern or fantasy writing I could read over and over.
5. I hated reading until my Sophomore year of high school, the 1-800- where are you series by Meg Cabot influenced my love of reading! #bookstagram #evilstories

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