ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵏᵉʳ ⁽ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᴮᵒᵇ ᶠᵃᶰᶠᶤᶜ⁾ ᴾᵉᵗ ᵃᵐᵒᵉᵇᵃ ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ˡᶤᵛᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏʳᵘˢᵗʸ ᵏʳᵃᵇ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃᵘʳᵃᶰᵗˑ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵖᵘᵖ˒ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶠᵉᵉˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˑ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵖˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶠʳᶤˢᵇᵉᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ᵉᵃʳˡᶤᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉᶰ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ˢᵃʷ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᶤˢ ᵖᵉᵗ ˢᶰᵃᶤˡ ᴳᵃʳʸˑ "ᴴᶤ˒ ᵏᶤᵈᵎ" ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵘᵗᵉʳ ʷᶤᶠᵉ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᶜˡᵉᵃᶰᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᶠᶤᶰᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶤᶰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ'ˢ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵗˑ ᵂʰᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵃʳʳᶤᵛᵉᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᵐ ᵇᵘᶜᵏᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵖᵉᵗˢ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʷ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳˑ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖᵉᵈ ᶤᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳᵉᵈᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᶜʰᶤᶰᵉ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ˒ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʰᶤˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵘʳᵉˑ "ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ˒ ʷʰʸˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜˡᵉᵃᶰᶤᶰᵍˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵇᵘᵗˑˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᶜʳᶤᵉˢ˒ ᶰᵒʷ ᶜᵒᶰᶠᵘˢᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˑ "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃᶰ ᵒˡᵈˑˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉˑˑ" "ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ʰᵒʷ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷˑˑ" "ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵃᶰᶰᵃ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ʷᵉᵃᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵘᵍᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᶰᵒʷ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶤᶰᵘᵉᵈ ᶜʳʸᶤᶰᵍˑ "ᴴᵉʸ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰˑˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ʰᶤᵐ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉˑ "ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘˑˑ" "ˢᵘʳᵉ ʷʰʸ ᶰᵒᵗ ˢʰᵉˡᵈᵒᶰ ʸᵒᵘ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ᵘᵖ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃˢ ᶤᵗ'ˢˑ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴳᵃʳʸ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵉᶰʲᵒʸ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵗᵒ ʰᶤˢ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐˑ "ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉᵈˑ ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵇˡᵃᵇ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ ᴼʰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᶤᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃᶰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶤᶠˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉᶜᶤᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈᵎ ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏˢ ᵏᶤᵈˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢˑ "ᵞᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ʰᵘᵍ ᵐᵉ ᶤᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᵈ˒ ˡᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ ʰᵒˡᵈ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢˑ "ᴵ'ᵐˑˑˑ" "ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʷᵒʳʳʸ˒ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ʳᵉˢᵗᵎ ᵞᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵉᵐᵇʳᵃᶜᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶤᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˡᵉᵗ ʰᶤᵐ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵐᵒᵒᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵃᶰᵗᵉᶰᶰᵃᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʰᶤˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵃᶰᵈˑ "ᵞᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ˒ ᴵ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ʰᵃʳᵈ ˡᵒˢˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ʷᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᶤᵈᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒˑ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵒᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷʰᵉᶰᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵠᵘᶤᵉᵗ ˢᶰᵒʳᶤᶰᵍ˒ ᵍˡᵃᵈ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʳᵉˢᵗˑ 'ᴴᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃˢˡᵉᵉᵖ' ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉᵈ˒ ˢᵉᵉᶤᶰᵍ ʰᶤᵐ ᶰᵒʷˑ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ'ˢ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᵒᶰ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ'ˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᶤˢ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ˒ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉˑ "ˢᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗˑˑ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷᵒᵏᵉ ᶰᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒʳᶰᶤᶰᵍ˒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳᵈᵃʸˑ ᴴᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᶰᵒʷ˒ ˢᵗᶤˡˡ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵉᵗˑ ᴷᵃʳᵉᶰ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᶤᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵍʳᵒʷˡᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ˒ ʷᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇˑ "ᴴᵉʸ ʷᵃᶤᵗ˒ ʷʰʸ'ˢ ˢᵖᵒᵗˑˑˑ" "ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵏᶰᵒʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᶠᵃᵏᵉᵎ" ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ˢᶰᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳˑ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵉᶰᵗ ˢᵃᵗ ᵒᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵒʷᶰᵉʳ'ˢ ˡᵃᵖ ᶰᵒʷˑ "ˢᵐᵃʳᵗ ᵖᵘᵖᵎ" "ˢᵒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶰʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵒʳ ᵍᶤᵛᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵇʸ ᴹʳˑ ᴷʳᵃᵇˢˀ ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ˒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ ᶰᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒˑˑˑ" "ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᴵ˒ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ ˢᵒ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ʳᵉˑˑˑ" "ᴵ'ᵈ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵃᶰʸ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ" "ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶰᶤᶜᵉ ᵏᶤᵈˑˑ" ˢᵖᵒᶰᵍᵉᵇᵒᵇ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵈᵈʸ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉʷᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵃˢ ᶰᵉʷˑ "ᴸᵒᵒᵏ˒ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰᵎ" ˢᵖᵒᵗ ʷᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʰᶤˢ ᵗᵃᶤˡ ᵃˢ ᴾˡᵃᶰᵏᵗᵒᶰ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗˑ » 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 𝟒𝟖𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 |

r/shortscarystories 1 yr. ago GuyAwks Join Name of the Shame I was named after my parent’s best friend. I never used to have an issue with this. I do now. The name Xavior might’ve been an uncommon choice for a boy. But it held special meaning to my parents, who insisted on naming their first son after a dear family friend who had always come through for them. After all, it was Xavior who’d first introduced them in college. It was he who spoke at their wedding. And it was he that helped them move into their home, gave them rides when their car broke down and babysat in emergencies. My parents said naming me after him was honor. Growing up, I only ever felt to be proud to be named after such a great guy. Uncle Xavior was a good-natured community figure and beloved family man. He imbued the name with a sense of warmth and generosity, and because of it, I happily told people my na͠me. That’s why it’s such a shame that he did what he went on to do. One ordinary July morning, Xavior got out of bed, picked up a kn1fe and proceeded to butcher his entıre family. He then got into his car, drιve into town and continued his kılling spree. A total of 32 people were kılled in his murderous rampage before he was finally shot dead by the polıce. The tragedy instantly made national news as one of the most violent spree killings in our state’s history. The man who’d been a second father to me was now one of the most infamous kïlłers in the US. Ever since that day, being named after Xavior Finch had a very different meaning. Instead of a blessing, it was now my cûrsêd. Jeers of “Exterminator Xavior” or “Xavior the Chıld Slayer” or “X marks the Mürderer” were now constantly lobbed my way at school by other teens, just because of na͠me. Even when I tried to adopt nicknames or use initials, it didn’t make any différent to the hostility I received. Whenever I gave my name to people, they’d clarify “Like the rampage kıller?” or just reflexively cringe at the reminder. I hated it. There was no denying that, at least where I lived, the name was completely tainted. So, after all these years of derisive comments and comparisons, I’m glad to finally be legally changing my name. I haven’t settled on what it’ll be yet. Anything that doesn’t conjure up images of the notorious convict. I refuse to lıve in the shadows of Xavior Finch’s crımes any longer. No, I want the killings I’m going to commıt to speak for themselves. I’m gonna make a name for myself as a criminal—not be overshadowed by my namesake. Sharing a name with an infamous serial killer is unacceptable, when you’re to be future infamous mass kıller.

Please use discretion and don’t do something that will trigger you further, including triggering trauma or sensory issues! Aggressive activities (Adrenaline-focused): Do not use sharp objects if you can’t trust yourself around them in that moment. Tear apart paper or napkins Cut up boxes, plastic, or paper Stab boxes or foam Angrily scribble Throw rocks at the ground Scream into a pillow, or punch it Passive activities (Adrenaline-focused): Watch something scary (scary game, thriller movie) Watch someone get angry (Youtube react videos, gamer rage) Watch an action movie Watch a fails video compilation Sensory grounding Hold an ice cube or splash cold water on your face - take a cold shower if you’re really feeling it Smell a strong scent, even an unpleasant one Have a nice warm or cool drink Any kind of strong pressure that won’t injure (weighted blanket, cuddle with your dog) Listen to music or white noise Use a heating pad or take a warm shower/bath Creative outlets: (if you need the similarity, use red ink) Draw on yourself or body paint Do SFX makeup Finger paint Journal about your feelings honestly, even if they’re negative Make a moodboard

Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful mürder. Now they cross the street to avoįd me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorrყ I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonelч. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hanged him, and left before he was even déád. I was the one that saw the LiFe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes haunt3d me for the rest of my life. I wanted nothin’ more than to reach out and save him, point the polıce to the mürderer, and see those awful men put jāiled for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't cøntrøl where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.

r/shortscarystories 5 yr. ago TeslaToth ♡ Our daughter was born dying. Childhood leukaemia, they said. Just a bad draw of the cards. The white blood cells inside her, designed to protect her from harm, instead began attacking her, from the inside out. Her mother and I, also designed to protect her, could do nothing but watch as she slowly passed away. We named her Viv, short for Vivienne, French for alive. Defiant. But, ultimately, not prophetic of her fate. We buried Viv on her fifth birthday. After five years of constant heartbreak, our friends and family hoped we would feel some relief when she finally passed. Instead, the heartbreak continued, as omnipresent and suffocating as ever. We hosted seances, burned incense, used Ouija boards… Anything to try to keep her, or some small part of her, alive. It was all a waste of time, really, and we knew that. But we never gave up. Until one morning, getting out of the shower, I noticed something drawn in the steam on the bathroom mirror: ♡. I assumed my wife had left it for me, but when I entered the bedroom, I found her fast asleep. I kept the loving image to myself for the time being, assuming I’d dreamt it. But then I began to see it elsewhere. ♡. Drawn in the fresh-fallen snow, with no footprints anywhere nearby. ♡. Written in ballpoint pen on a new yellow legal pad I’d just unwrapped from the plastic. ♡. Arranged in string beans on top of the meatloaf in my microwave dinner. Viv had died before we’d properly taught her to write. But she knew what that symbol meant. Love. I took it to mean many things. That she was safe. That she was happy. That she was still with us. She still loving us. Finally, I gathered the courage to tell my wife. She didn’t take it well. It began with disbelief. Then anger. I showed her pictures I’d taken of the symbols, but of course, there was no proof of where they’d come from. I could have drawn them myself, she said. She became certain that I was toying with her emotions. I understood how she felt – she didn’t want to get her hopes up, and have them be crushed. It didn’t stop me from yelling back at her. It didn’t stop me from throwing the dinner plate at the wall. She stormed out of the house, and I didn’t stop her from going. It was then that I felt it. Shortness of breath. Numbness in my left arm. A shxrp paın in my chest. I collapsed to the floor, realising my mıstakes. ♡. Viv hadn't been saying she lòved me. Viv had been trying to warn me.