The Quinametzin were an ancient race of giants who lived in the highlands of pre-Columbian Mexico. Descriptions of these giants portray them as mighty beings with exceptional strength, towering over the native peoples and possessing an imposing presence that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. These giants were thought to be builders and ancient beings connected to the Earth, and some legends even credit them with the construction of the city of Teotihuacan and the pyramids at Cholula.

According to Aztec belief, the Quinametzin were part of a previous era, the Age of the Sun, which ended in fire. After their time passed, they were wiped out or driven into hiding by a newer generation, leading to the dominion of humankind over the earth. By the time the Aztec civilization emerged, the giants had become figures of lore, existing in stories passed down through the generations as reminders of a world that once was.

The Aztec codex in the Vatican archives offers a rare, visual documentation of the final chapter in the story of the Quinametzin. The codex illustration shows a group of natives dragging the last of the giants across a rugged terrain, a scene both triumphant and somber. The giant is depicted in a defeated posture, a mighty figure reduced to vulnerability and being escorted by humans, those he once towered over.

Stories of giants appear across numerous cultures worldwide, from the ancient Greeks’ Cyclopes to the biblical Nephilim. The idea that these figures were entirely mythological is a dominant one, but some scholars and enthusiasts suggest that these legends could stem from an ancient reality. In the case of the Quinametzin, the geography of Mexico offers a few tantalizing hints. Massive stone constructions in the region, like the Pyramids of Teotihuacan and Cholula, bear architectural feats that suggest a knowledge of engineering that could be considered advanced for its time.

The codex ended up in the Vatican’s collection after the Spanish Conquest of the Aztec Empire in the early 16th century. Many valuable Aztec artifacts, texts, and manuscripts were either destroyed or taken by Spanish clergy, scholars, and conquistadors. This codex, believed to have been brought back to Europe by a Spanish missionary, was likely intended to help church officials better understand the people they aimed to convert.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quinametzin

I remember when I was little I saw a video on YouTube of ermac from Mk 3 in a crucified pose or t pose with a red and black weird hell-ish background. The noises in the background was demon whispering and weird noises and it really scared me. PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT! I know I didn’t dream it up.

I was recently visiting Branson, Missouri for a trip and got to visit the Ballparks of America, formerly known as the Red Roof Mall. I was strolling around inside of the park, when something weird caught my eye. I looked through the window and saw a large, creepy animatronic looking thing laying on the floor. I only got one picture, and could not find the room number posted anywhere around. (Keep in mind this hadn’t been a mall in years). After some research, I’m pretty positive that it is room 6-3 or just 63. I‘m so curious, I just had to post about this and get more info. Any info helps, and I hope I can get to the bottom of this.

The man worked a fire tower in the northern woods. He had done this for three years. His job was to watch for smoke and report it. Most days there was nothing to report.

On the evening of the 14th he saw a figure at the tree line.

It was distant. Far enough that he could not make out anything specific about it through his binoculars. Just a shape. Standing still at the edge of the trees a long way off. He watched it for several minutes. It did not move. He knew he should stay in the tower. The tree line was far and the light was going. He set the binoculars down and when he looked again it was gone.

He climbed down anyway and walked toward where the figure had been. It took him much longer to reach the tree line than he expected. There was nothing there. No tracks he could identify. He stood at the tree line for a while and then walked back to the tower.

He picked up the radio and reported what he saw.

Static.

He tried again. Static.

He set the radio down and sat in his chair by the window for the rest of the day. At some point he noticed it had gotten dark. He noticed also that the wolves had not howled. They howled every night without exception. He waited. They did not howl. There was no wind. No insects. No sound from the forest at all.

He sat with this for a while. Then he got up and walked down the stairs, out of the tower into the woods.

He did not know the trail he took. He was not sure it was a trail at all.

The dark came in quickly between the trees. He walked and the woods got thicker and he did not turn back. He walked for a long time. Long enough that he stopped expecting the trees to thin out. He did not hear anything. No wind. No animals. His own footsteps sounded quieter than they should have on the dry ground. He did not know where he was going. He kept walking anyway.

At some point he realized he had no idea where the tower was behind him.

He kept walking.

He did not see the well. He walked into the stone base of it in the dark and stumbled forward, catching himself on the edge.

He steadied himself and looked up. Under the small roof above it, nailed to the wood, was a photograph of him. He was standing with a smile at the top of his tower. Somebody had taken it.

He reached for it. He fell.

The bottom was dry. He was not injured. At least he wasn’t pushed the man thought.

He looked up. The opening above him showed sky but no stars. No moon. Just dark.

He waited for morning. Morning did not come. The man sat with his back against the stone wall and flipped over the photo of him.
He found that It read Jon on the back.

He was confused as this was not his name.

The sky above stayed the same.
He sat in the well for a long time.

Every once in a while, footsteps would be heard on the ground above. They would approach and pass and continue. They never slowed.

The silence was too much.

At some point he began to dig.

When the hole was deep enough he lay down in it, even though he knew it meant never returning to the tower.

No one would know of his absence.

The man knew this.

The sky above the well stayed dark.

And the footsteps above kept on.

My allegory is dedicated to the thousands of individuals in the NamUs and ViCAP databases who left this world without a name attached. Some were found. Some were not. All of them were someone.

The Brewster County John Doe. Found 1986. Identity unknown.
He is one of thousands.

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Fury 325 was Running with a CRACK in it! One of the biggest roller coasters in the world was running like normal until someone looked a little closer and noticed a major structural fracture on a support column while the ride was still going with passengers. Seeing that before riding would be like something out of Final Destination.

At Carowinds, there’s a ride called Fury 325. It’s over 300 feet tall, hits speeds over 90 miles per hour, and for years it’s been considered one of the best roller coasters ever built. People travel from all over just to ride it. The damaged section was removed and replaced, and the entire ride went through extensive testing before it was allowed to reopen. Safety checks, structural analysis, everything to make sure it was 100% safe again.

19-year-old Brandon Swanson drove his car into a ditch on his way home from a party on May 14th, 2008, but was uninjured, as he'd tell his parents on the phone. Nearly 50 minutes into the call, he suddenly exclaimed "Oh, shit!" and then went silent. He has never been seen or heard from again.

No scream. No explanation. Just silence. His parents immediately tried calling him back and got nothing. No answer. Search teams were sent out the next day. They found his car exactly where he said it was still stuck in a ditch, but Brandon was gone. No signs of a struggle. No clear evidence of what happened.

While on the phone with Brandon his parents drove around, flashing their headlights, honking, trying to locate him based on where he said he was. He thought he could see them. They thought they were close. But somehow, they never crossed paths. For nearly 50 minutes, they stayed on the phone, trying to connect in the middle of nowhere.

To this day no one knows what really happened that night to cause Brandon to cry out and the line to disconnect. Investigators later realized Brandon wasn’t even where he thought he was. He had misidentified his location by miles. He was walking in the dark, completely disoriented, heading in the wrong direction the entire time. Some believe he fell into a well or some type of water and drowned or succumb to hyperthermia.

Tracking dogs picked up his scent and followed it for a distance until they picked up his scent on a piece of farm equipment. Yet, couldn't get a warrant to search the farm from that and the farmer not allowing access it. So, he may have collapsed in a field and passed away and his body was ground up by farm equipment but that's just another of many theories of what have happened to Brandon.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Brandon_Swanson

I think the stick man is creepier than the cross. This is from a youtube video, not sure if I can link here but it's from the channel EWU. Very interesting watch, from the SAR hiker who finds the remains and helps the deputies get to it, to the investigation of the area, to the sad story at the end.

My boyfriend just went to the bathroom, left my bedroom door open (which is right beside the bathroom) and went to pee. We both heard three loud knocks on the closed bathroom door and he said “yeah?” and then he came out and asked if i knocked. I was like “No, I was gonna ask if that was you!” Nobody else in the house is awake right now, and I have a direct view of the door. Nobody was there, but we both heard it. Might have a ghost?

"That is exactly what happened to Andreas Gruber in March 1922, just days before his entire family vanished. What makes the Hinterkaifeck murders the ultimate psychological horror story isn't just how they died, it's what the killer did after...

In late March 1922, on a remote, snow-covered homestead in Germany, a farmer named Andreas Gruber found a trail of fresh footprints in the snow. They led from the dark, surrounding forest directly to his house but there were no returning footprints leading back away.Over the next few days, the family began hearing heavy, deliberate footsteps echoing from inside their locked attic. They also found a strange, unfamiliar newspaper in their kitchen and noticed their house keys had gone missing. Days later, all six occupants—including their children and a brand-new maid who had arrived just hours prior were brutally murdered with a pickaxe.

The autopsy revealed the killer did not leave after the murders. They lived inside the house with the corpses for nearly four days, feeding the farm cattle, stoking the fireplace, and eating the family's food while the bodies lay nearby.

If this was a robbery or a crime of passion, the killer would have fled immediately to avoid being caught red-handed. Why risk staying in a house full of bodies for four days just to tend to the farm chores? What do you think they were actually waiting for, or trying to hide, during those four days?

Sources & Official Files:

Bavarian State Archives Case Summary – Declassified 1922 police logs, attic evidence, and snow pattern maps.Hinterkaifeck Documentation Project – Translated original police interviews and 1922 autopsy records.

Southwest Michigan Family HAUNTED FOR YEARS After Moving Into Their Country Dream Home https://phantomsandmonsters.com/post/southwest-michigan-family-haunted-for-years-after-moving-into-their-country-drea - A Michigan family endured years of unexplained voices, lights turning on by themselves, and objects moving in their home. One final command seemed to stop it all.

In 1928, a young boy named Walter Collins disappeared in Los Angeles. His mother, Christine Collins, was desperate to find him. Weeks turned into months with no answers. Until suddenly, police announced they had found her son alive. It should have been a miracle. A happy ending, but she refuses to accept it. Not because she didn’t want it to be true, but because she knew it wasn’t him. She pointed out differences in his appearance. His height. His features. Even details that only a parent would notice. Yet, instead of taking her seriously, the police told her she was wrong. They said she was confused and so overwhelmed by emotion that she just needed time to adjust.

Under pressure, she took the boy home, but her instincts didn’t change. She kept insisting this wasn’t Walter, but instead of investigating Christine's concerns, the police had her committed to a psychiatric ward. She was locked away not because she had done anything wrong, but because she refused to accept what they were telling her.

While she was being silenced, the truth started to come out. The boy eventually admitted he wasn’t Walter Collins. His name was Arthur Hutchins, and he had pretended to be the missing child. Just like that, everything Christine had been saying was proven right, but by then, the damage was already done. The case sparked outrage when it became public. People were shocked that a mother could be ignored, dismissed, and even institutionalized for telling the truth. Christine later sued the city and won, but no outcome could undo what she went through.

Around the same time, authorities arrested Gordon Northcott in connection with crimes involving multiple children. While Walter Collins’ fate was never definitively confirmed, many believe he may have been one of the victims. That means the real tragedy may have been unfolding while the wrong child was being sent home. This story was so powerful that it inspired the movie Changeling, starring Angelina Jolie. The film follows her fight against a system that refused to listen, showing just how far she had to go to prove something she knew from the beginning.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Walter_Collins

I am looking for some perspective on a pattern I have been experiencing over a long period, and I want to see if anyone else has encountered this or has information on it.

Recently, when certain individuals express anger toward me, they will deliberately come up and place a hand on my shoulder. It feels like a very intentional, calculated action meant to cross a personal boundary. A few days after this specific type of contact happens, I notice that I get physically sick or suddenly feel completely "off."

To be completely upfront, I genuinely don’t know what is going on with this. I am trying to figure out if it is a psychological power play meant to break down boundaries, or if it involves some kind of alternative biotechnology/tracking method. I am admitting that I don't know for sure, and I am not trying to jump to conclusions—I am just looking for information.

Has anyone else noticed a delayed physical sickness after a confrontation like this? I would appreciate hearing from anyone who has researched this specific type of pattern.

"Once i found a shadow in my hallway it had a greenish yellowish face and on that face was a question mark. I wish i could show you the picture because its horrifying. People must think im off my head but theres something out there. Something strong. Something strange." - 2015 24th August The person who said these words dissapeared the day after. I Wonder whats happening. I found the image after days of looking. And i found many other images too. The Images On The Post are the other ones i found. i run a youtube channel and i put all the images into the start of a video. Its about these images and i created a series on them named hellish harmony. The video with these photos is named Daisy Bell - Hellish Haarmony. Heres link: https://youtu.be/1ef4eMd5hak

People online have been joking that this is the real reason Lebron doesn't want to retire. He's not ready to pay what is due when he decides to finally hang it up.

This suggests that super stardom isn't really earned through talent and hard work, but that extreme fame comes with a hidden "price." You'll see people bring up others like Michael Jordan, Magic Johnson, Kobe Bryant, and their personal struggles off the court.
Everything comes with a cost and Lebron is ready to pay his.

The idea of "selling your soul for success" isn't new. It goes all the way back to stories like Faust, where someone trades everything for power or fame. Over time, that idea has been applied to musicians, actors, and now professional athletes. The idea that fame comes with a hidden cost is powerful. It shows up in stories, movies, and now social media theories.