tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46549201197837078842024-03-20T11:29:28.067+00:00PesadeloLendas e Histórias de TerrorMina Lucia Morgana Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654920119783707884.post-33400930660995075282008-06-15T22:30:00.000+01:002008-06-15T22:39:23.559+01:00Real Dead People Ghosts<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6trH81xpko&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6trH81xpko&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mina Lucia Morgana Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654920119783707884.post-19695418511957482552008-06-15T22:24:00.000+01:002008-06-15T22:25:30.320+01:00Paranormal creatures.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x7UF9TPkm-A&hl=en"></param><embed 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Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654920119783707884.post-59931900202699626802007-09-17T21:44:00.000+01:002007-09-17T21:50:06.297+01:00Eu<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5RXha1HmCOGgwy7_LtjUdwZKtQGzugwvzCpusHsMDBh5G-1h4P6qlL3meuWa5NNVLJMEZdiyx55eHfC9z8pOZ1Lp_0GA2jHwOjupYa_qDeTTYcFihrJjhhowNfY4IWztnWlT4qBE7C8k/s1600-h/got327.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111278093734077202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5RXha1HmCOGgwy7_LtjUdwZKtQGzugwvzCpusHsMDBh5G-1h4P6qlL3meuWa5NNVLJMEZdiyx55eHfC9z8pOZ1Lp_0GA2jHwOjupYa_qDeTTYcFihrJjhhowNfY4IWztnWlT4qBE7C8k/s320/got327.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mina Lucia Morgana Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654920119783707884.post-81150483470698043492007-09-17T20:04:00.000+01:002007-09-17T20:36:55.200+01:00A boneca assasina<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9426E8u4xP3hT-sczBJQ3dofntvWUqHe_QOLz4tcDrfr3trGvb60k9-S9mWp1D9ipeAxZKVJXuG-0aBwn4nz5FPqJCcELo43nVD2xhswlF2A6mQ0PXwURgDbX2rAjNQ4sC6J1oBgxEU/s1600-h/got241.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111256966789948162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ9426E8u4xP3hT-sczBJQ3dofntvWUqHe_QOLz4tcDrfr3trGvb60k9-S9mWp1D9ipeAxZKVJXuG-0aBwn4nz5FPqJCcELo43nVD2xhswlF2A6mQ0PXwURgDbX2rAjNQ4sC6J1oBgxEU/s320/got241.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Uma mãe e uma filha foram passear, e no caminho de casa passaram por uma loja de brinquedos. A filha que era pequena pediu uma boneca, e depois de tanto insistir a mãe decidiu dar-lha. Entrou na loja e pediu a boneca que a filha queria:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-Bom dia, de-me a boneca que está à esquerda, que tem os seis dedos no ar, se faz favor.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-Claro. Mas nunca deixe a sua filha em casa sozinha com esta boneca...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Depois de muito insistir naquela frase a mãe ficou preocupada, mas passado uns meses ela esqueceu-se, foi ao café e deixou a filha a brincar com a boneca. A boneca vai atá à filha e pergunta</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Queres jogar às escondidas? -a que a rapariga logo respondeu que sim.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Quando eu te encontrar levanto esta faca como sinal, ok?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A rapariga concorda. Entao ela esconde-se no roupeiro e a boneca vai lá e dá-lhe uma facada, e a mãe chega a casa e vê a sua filha deitada no chão a sangrar, telefona para a ambulância e vai devolver a boneca à loja. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quando a boneca volta para a vitrine tem sete dedos no ar...</span></div>Mina Lucia Morgana Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654920119783707884.post-90447068997467320622007-09-13T20:29:00.000+01:002007-09-17T20:36:42.271+01:00Era uma vez...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Era uma vez uma familia normal, uma mãe viúva e a sua filha.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um dia, a mãe da rapariga morre, mas ela é muito nova, e não quer que a segurança social a vá buscar, por isso finge que a sua mãe esta viva. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ela põe-a na sala tapada com uma toalha branca, e deixa-a lá. Passado um tempo quando ela vem da escola, ouve passos. Vai ao pé da mãe, destapa-a, e pega-lhe na mão:<br />-Mãe, és tu?<br />-NÃO!!!</span></div>Mina Lucia Morgana Emilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14312270638637223191noreply@blogger.com2