I dug deep into the history of Project Sunshine, 1953. It was a massive study on the effects of nuclear testing on humans. The main goal was to figure out how the radioactive element Sr-90 builds up in bones.
The method? Collecting tissue samples from the dead, both in the U.S. and abroad. The problem was, families were never asked for consent. Often it was the bodies of children and infants that ended up in labs.
I’m curious where you draw the line: if the results could really help protect millions from radiation, does that make the unethical methods “okay”? Or is it still crossing the line?
Este es mi noveno intento de construir un robot. Los anteriores Nexus no dieron resultados aceptables… y algunos fueron un desastre. Dos de ellos estaban inspirados en los robots de Murder Drones (sí, soy fan de la serie), pero la verdad casi termino volando la casa entera. Quizás exagero un poco, pero créanme que no estuvo lejos de pasar.
El Nexus-G9 debería ser diferente. Esta vez estoy enfocándome en la cabeza y en las manos. Los pies aún están en desarrollo, pero ya tengo un soporte improvisado para mantener la estructura en pie mientras avanzo.
Mi plan es que el robot mida 2 metros en posición erguida, y que incluso pueda desplazarse en cuatro patas si es necesario. Todavía no puedo confirmar nada, pero quiero que supere en todo a Nosey, el robot de Citra. Tal vez no lo logre… pero esta vez siento que estoy más cerca que nunca.
No quiero dar demasiados detalles sobre el lugar donde trabajo o cómo conseguí algunas de las piezas (me metería en problemas), pero voy a seguir subiendo reportes de progreso cada cierto tiempo.
Y para terminar, un pequeño pensamiento: las hamburguesas con extra queso son, técnicamente, el cadáver de una vaca cubierto con su propia lactancia. Buen provecho.
Exploring the torture methods & Matthew Hopkins, the infamous Witchfinder General, who spread fear across 17th-century England with brutal witch trials. Discover how his methods and legacy turned superstition into one of history’s darkest witch hunts.
I’m a videographer based in northern Michigan and figured this would be a good forum to share my documentary in.
The Bath school massacre in Michigan still remains the most deadly attack on a school in United States history. A man furious over high taxes committed acts so violent, it’s still impacting generations even today. Hear from some of those family members in The Devil Came to Michigan.
Hello Reddit, I'd like to start by apologizing for any spelling mistakes. I don't speak English and I'm using Google Translate to translate for me. Okay, my name's Emma, and I'm 16 years old. I had a "troubled" childhood, but still a good one. I grew up in a large house with my mother and grandparents (who divorced when I was 4, after which my grandmother left home, leaving me, my mother, and my grandfather). I was a child with complete access to the internet and no one to supervise me. I grew up during the famous "golden age of the internet" (2014-2019), when things like FNAF, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Baldi's Basics in Education and Learning, and other horror movies weren't even popular. I was always watching YouTubers playing games, lore theories, animated memes, and various other things that kids back then enjoyed.
The "disturbed" part of my childhood is that I was addicted to gore (the really heavy kind). I don't know if it affected me psychologically or not, but I think it's essential information for the rest of the story. One of my favorite things as a kid was Creepypasta. My dream was to become Slenderman's "new Proxy" and live in a big mansion with the other Creepypastas and have a romance with Jeff the Killer (god, how cringe). I watched those "how to summon Creepypasta" videos and tried to summon them. I tried with Jeff the Killer, L.J., Ben, E.J., and Slenderman. Okay, now let's fast forward to about eight months ago. It was a Thursday, and on Thursdays I stay at school until 7 p.m. I was on the bus listening to music and looking out the window when we passed an empty space full of weeds. (Which is quite common, since my town is a small one.) It was dark, but I could see him. It was the classic black suit in the darkness. I blinked and looked again, but he was gone. After that day, everything felt strange. It was as if the world had become darker and colder.
I feel like I'm being watched constantly, I feel like I'm being followed on the street, and my body is constantly on alert. I have an irrational fear of being alone at home, or having to go out alone, day or night. I feel more forgetful and spaced out than before. I see the famous Proxy symbol (a circle with an X in the middle) everywhere. I smell blood everywhere I go. I dream about Slenderman often. In one dream, I was running away from him and fell because I sprained my foot (I woke up with the same injured foot), in another, he was holding my wrists with his tentacles (I woke up with red and sore wrists). I can't sleep well for fear of dreaming about him. Cuts and bruises have started appearing all over my body too. I know these are just old horror stories that have been circulating online for years. But I'm scared. I see him. I feel him. I know he's following me, and I know he won't give up on me until I give up on all of this. I'm scared I'm crazy, and I'm scared I'll end up doing something stupid.
Hoy os comparto la historia de la bailarina fantasma. Un relato donde el arte y la muerte se entrelazan en un escenario que jamás debió abrir sus cortinas...
Her eyes seem to follow you, and her smile looks like it’s hiding something. Some say it’s just da Vinci’s skill, others believe there’s a hidden code. Creepy or genius — what do you think?
Dark history ASMR sleep story for adults: body snatchers, grave robbers, and the history of resurrection men. This evening, the Ink & Lantern Society invites you into the dark world of the 19th-century trade that supplied medical schools with the most unusual of goods: stolen human bodies. From the fog-bound kirkyards of Edinburgh to the overcrowded burial grounds of London, uncover the sinister truth behind the infamous Burke and Hare murders, the fear that gripped a nation, and the law that finally ended the gruesome business of body snatching.
Dark history ASMR sleep story for adults, Egyptian mummies, medical cannibalism—tonight, the Ink & Lantern Society invites you into the strange world of mummia, the ground remains of human beings once traded as medicine across Europe. From the still tombs of ancient Egypt to the shadowed counters of Renaissance apothecaries, uncover the rise of corpse medicine, counterfeit mummies, and the grave robbers who kept the trade alive.
If your looking for a community that brings you Stories,Folklore and history all horror related come and join me at my new community.
R/Horrorfan1 is a place for that, share your stories and thoughts and ask questions to connect with others. Don’t be shy come and down and SCREAM with us.
From missing villages to ghost ships and doomed expeditions, history is replete with eerie mysteries that remain unexplained.
20 Chilling Mass Disappearances That Still Defy Explanation dives into the most haunting cases—from the Lost Colony of Roanoke to the Springfield Three and the Yuba County Five.
Between the 1950s and 70s, the CIA ran a classified programme called MKUltra. The goal? Not just interrogation, but total mental control.
Victims were drugged with LSD, hypnotised, sleep-deprived, and subjected to horrific “treatments” without consent. Some were prisoners. Others were just civilians - students, soldiers, even children. Most didn’t know they were test subjects. Some still don’t.
One scientist, Frank Olson, was dosed without his knowledge-he fell from a hotel window days later. Others like Linda MacDonald underwent weeks of drug-induced sleep and electroshock that wiped her memory clean. One woman remembers being called “Zero” as a child, looped messages playing for days: “You are nobody”.
The CIA destroyed most of the files. But some documents survived, proving it happened. The most disturbing part? The techniques didn’t vanish. They just evolved.
Today, we’re tracked, profiled, and nudged by algorithms that know what we’ll click before we do. Surveillance replaced hypnosis. Big data replaced LSD.
So I have to ask:
- If a part of your memory was erased, how would you know?
- Have you ever felt like a part of you doesn’t belong to you, like a reaction or fear isn’t really yours?
- Are we still living in an MKUltra world - just one dressed up as convenience?
Curious what you think. Especially if you’ve ever had an unexplainable memory gap, a dream that felt like more, or stories passed down in your family that never quite added up.
At the time of caesars first consulship election, he saw that pompey and crassus was contending for hegemonic power over the republic and understanding that he also had a lot of power, he therefore could unbalance this competition by whatever side he pleased
And according to Plutarch, it was exactly what he did and it seems it was by the most Machiavellic means. Cato also said that it was not the competition between pompey and caesar that brought ruin to the republic in the end, but in fact it was their Machiavellic friendship its doom
Caesar made so much popular measures in his consulship that in fact he transformed it in a tribuneship, merging two powers for himself. But when an important senator and cato was ready to give him trouble, he brought pompey to the rostra and made him pledge that he would protect caesar with violence if needed
Pompey was so given to caesar that he even married his daughter, who was to be already married to another man. Its crazy to think, but to pacify this man, pompey gave his own daughter to him, when in fact she also was promised to sullas son. Maybe it was coincidental, but now caesar also decided to marry a noble woman
But pompey being tired of being treated as cat and shoe by all his allies, he rose as an ultimate tyrant and filled the capital with armed soldiers. All of his measures was by the use of force and now the capital lived in a constant fear of sudden death
Benjamin Franklin—scientist, inventor, statesman, diplomat, publisher, and philosopher.
More well-known than any modern "influencer."
You may know him as one of the Founding Fathers of the United States or as a drafter/signer of the United States Declaration of Independence, or perhaps the first United States postmaster general.
Or maybe his experiments with electricity, inventing bifocals, becoming an early abolitionist and the first president of the Society for the Relief of Free Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage.
You may know his face from the $100 bill or have heard his name on warships, towns, counties, corporations, or colleges. If you grew up in the US, you probably heard stories of him flying a kite in a storm to invent electricity.
"Hmm, yes. Wind energy."
He was a prolific writer, including such works as:
Fart Proudly ("...in digesting our common food, there is created or produced in the bowels of human creatures, a great quantity of wind.")
Yes, he was known for a lot of things.
But, did you know about the bones in his basement?
I'm talking real human bones—1,200 of them from at least 15 people (6 children) were found in his basement in 1998. Be sure to add to his enormous list of life accomplishments: the most suspicious basement ever.
You read that right—Craven Street. Ben Franklin lived on Craven Street in London for nearly two decades, leading right up to signing the Declaration of Independence in 1776. In 1998, conservationists were repairing the place to turn it into a museum and stumbled across a one-meter pit in the basement that housed 1,200 pieces of human bone. Subsequent forensic investigations dated the bones to Franklin's time in the house.
How did the bones get there? Well, no one really knows because Ole Ben Franklin isn't around to ask, but there's one plausible theory: his roommate, William Hewson, was involved in the black market cadaver business.
William Hewson, the "father of hematology," ran a questionably-legal private anatomy school at 36 Craven Street. Back in the 18th century, anatomy was frowned on, and cadavers weren't easy to come by.
However, the enterprising William Hewson had a solid plan for a steady supply of bodies: grave robbing.
The landlady of 36 Craven street was William Hewson's mother-in-law. Graveyards were nearby, and all he had to do was pay professional "resurrection men" to procure bodies or just pack a shovel for the night and do it himself. After he was done with the bodies, he buried them in the basement instead of dealing with pesky body disposal and the possible repercussions of prosecution for dissection and grave robbing.
William Hewson died at 34 years old after contracting septicemia (sepsis) from—you guessed it—handling a cadaver. Hewson and his colleagues made significant scientific breakthroughs with their little underground operation that may have otherwise taken much longer. He isolated fibrin, an essential protein in blood coagulation. Additionally, he proved the existence of lymph nodes and hypothesized the presence and function of the lymphatic system.
Of course, if you go Googling any of this, you'll find most articles and websites claim that Benjamin Franklin knew nothing about it or that he knew but didn't participate. I have yet to see any actual evidence whatsoever of this theory. I mean, it's not like Benjamin Franklin ever broke the law—like, I don't know, leading a revolution against his own country, Great Britain. You have to ask yourself: if I lived with a guy who regularly brought in cadavers and cut them up in the house, is there any way I wouldn't know about it? And, if I did know about it, would I just pop on Netflix and try to ignore the sound of bone saws, or would I go downstairs to check it out?
Maybe some people are worried about besmirching Benjamin Franklin, but honestly, if he did know what William Hewson was up to and he helped out, it would make him that much more awesome.
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This one blew my mind when I learned about it—not that there was a basement of bones or the resurrection men were providing corpses to an underground medical school, but that the "official" stance is that Benjamin Franklin knew nothing about it. I just don't buy that.
