GHOST PICTURES ON GOOGLE IMAGES

Occasionally, you come across a picture so frightening you’re filled with an overwhelming sense of terror. But then, you put your prom photo away, and come across a ghost picture.

(NOTE: Since this is a blog, many of you/us didn’t go to prom, so the rimshot joke above may work. Insert “Your Mom,” “Your Dad,” “Your Lover,” or “All of the Above,” then give thanks to whatever deity you worship that you only read this blog and don’t write it. Then, continue reading.)

We’ve all taken pictures we can’t explain, but usually the only ghosts haunting those photos are “booze” and “regret.” We here at “Bumps in the Night” wanted to investigate the most frightening ghost pictures in the world, and we did it in the most frightening way possible: typing “Ghost” into Google Images.  (Or, “Topeka Images,” depending on when you read this, and what your tolerance for small jokes is. Considering you’re reading this… you probably have a pretty large tolerance for such things.)

These are the true stories behind each of the most haunted photos ever taken. (And that fit onto “Page 1” of our search.)  If I couldn’t figure out the explanation of the picture (or, the explanation was simply too terrifying) I revealed some of what the object of the picture was thinking and/or feeling.

NOTE: If you took these pictures, and they’re very special to you… we’re sorry, please don’t write letters. As people who put things on the internet, let us say in all seriousness: if there’s something you feel passionate about, or sensitive about… please don’t put it on the internet. Some jackass could make fun of it. (Or, do send letters, we may need a cheap set-up for a later blog post.)

Here, the ghost of someone’s thumbprint smudge waits for the clue train to arrive.

Grandma rides her Hoveround from beyond the grave to say… “Why can’t you even work the focus on your camera?”

Rudy, the least popular Nazgul wraith from Lord of the Rings, had to stay home while the other Nazgul searched for the one ring because they played a horrible prank with his laundry, putting it in with Sarumon’s robe and socks. Hazing is always bad.

So it turns out you can smoke too much weed.

Mom’s ghost is livid that she didn’t teach her son how to photoshop better. Also: Mom’s ghost ain’t in this picture.

The only thing haunting this picture is the racism of someone who must’ve seen a black person for the first time and thought: “Oh my God! It must be a ghost!”

OH MY GOD YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE THIS GUY’S GAS WHICH CIRCLE OF HELL IS THIS DON’T KILL OTHERS FOLLOW THE COMMANDMENTS WHAT DID THIS GUY EAT

Come with me! The afterlife is nothing but really bad Iron Maiden rip-off artwork!

Uhhh… so, the ghost cleverly disguised itself as, umm… nothing at all, right?

Or is this some existential thing of: “You don’t understand, man… it’s a ghost bike.”

DEER: “Um, Mr. Photographer Person, if you really think that white blob behind me is a ghost, you’re dumber than I am, and my species exists solely to jump in front of traffic or get shot by bored people. And those are the dominant genetic traits that get passed on.”

NOTE: This photo was allegedly taken in a Romanian hotel.

I died in this Romanian Hotel 1283 years ago. I still haven’t gotten the room service I ordered. See if I ever come back here… or, uh, leave.

You bit me, didn’t you? It is SO ON now… except, for, uh, my leg. Can you give it back? Oh, you already chewed? Uhh… never mind then.

But, the revenge, it’s on.

If only Dmitri had known that he would have to wear them for eternity, he never would’ve gone out in his dance shoes.

… yeah, maybe I should’ve put a couple bucks in the collection plate after all.

Tom moved so fast that he only appeared to people as a blur. It was great for impressing the ladies… but once they took Tom upstairs, they were considerably less than impressed.

Finally, something truly terrifying: a picture of Jennifer that doesn’t feature her boobs.

DOG: Uh, let me explain… I was just minding my business, and I totally didn’t do my business on the rug, but, uh, anyway, this evil smell came alive and it wasn’t my fault, so, yeah… treats for me?

“In the afterlife, I caught a fish… THIS BIG!”

To Henry, hell was not being picked for the kickball team. Then, Henry died, and went to hell. They didn’t want him on their kickball team, either.