You are a total darling. As harmless as a move, even when someone get you irritable. The creepiest act you do is snoop through your person’s phone and waste a little too much day examining through your ex’s social media. You’re willing to do some sneaky acts in the name of adoration. Otherwise, you’re as ordinary as they come.
You might own a few creepy dolls and maybe even some taxidermy, but overall, you are pretty tamed. Pretty sane. No one has to watch their back around you. What they see is pretty much what the hell is get. You aren’t the type to jab someone in the back. You have strong ethics and a strong heart.
You have horror movie marathons with your best friend on the weekend. You get way too excited when Halloween wheels around. And your closet is filled to the brim with pitch-black cloak. You you’re creepy, but you’re actually fairly harmless.
You are always speak about demise. Mockery about how you want to die. When you’re annoyed, you say circumstances like you wishes to pierce yourself in the face or slit your own throat. And when you’re happy, “theyre saying” things like you’re going to have a heart attack. Everything that comes out of your mouth is violent.
Movies can never have enough gore to fulfill you. And although you contend that you hate jump frightens, they still get your adrenaline pumping. You also haunted houses and haunting music, since they are always put you on edge. You get a sick kind of happiness from being terrified.
You believe in ghosts — in fact, you have a story about how you’ve seen/ seemed/ listened one yourself. You get your palms read and your tarot cards done as frequently as you can. And there’s always some sort of new scheme possibility that you’re 100% persuasion is the truth.
You aren’t scared of the things that most people horror. You have no problem with spiders or rats. You don’t flinch when you examine blood or nerves. And you feel totally comfy sitting inside of graveyards and going through the lumbers. Nothing fazes you.
You are cruel — the various kinds of person or persons slows down when they read a automobile clang to get a glance at the damage. And you are desensitized to violence — the various kinds of person who doesn’t even notice when blood is disclosing out of their own mas until someone else tops it out.
You have written/ exemplified/ mockery about some quite disturbing things in the past. And your browser history is fitted with incriminating pursuits. It’s not like you would actually maim person with a sight or need to know which lethal is the hardest to spot in someone’s torso. You were just curious about the answers.
You own an Ouija board. You adoration demoes about agitating ways to die. And you’ve speak countless Wikipedia articles about serial murderers, because their narrations fascinate you — and honestly, you are able to relate to them a little more than you probably should. You seem a funny alliance with them.
You have a collecting of spears. You have read legislations from the Satanic Bible. And you know more than you should about how to perform exorcism, how to desegregate together a destructive concoction, and how to hide a body.
You have all the qualities of a serial gunman. You can separate yourself from places. You don’t really care about anyone else’s issues, except for your own. And you laugh at other people’s sting. If you had a good enough reason to slaughter someone, you could easily do it without being caught. Without spending a single daytime in a jail cell. You’re “the worlds largest” destructive of all the zodiacs.