- 5/11/2025
self made movies
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00:00There were three girls named Taylor, Susan, and Jamie. One cold winter evening, they were walking
00:05home from school together when they decided to take a shortcut through the woods. It was raining,
00:10and the girls huddled together under an umbrella. The path they chose followed a crooked stream
00:16that ran through the woods. The light was quickly fading, and a fine mist settled over everything.
00:21The woods were eerily silent, and in the gloom, the branches of the trees looked like gnarled
00:26claws reaching out to grab them. Suddenly, the girls spotted something that made them stop in
00:32their tracks. Up ahead, they saw a figure crouched at the edge of the stream. As they approached,
00:38they realized it was a woman. She was bending over and washing clothes in the water.
00:43The woman looked teary. She wore a ragged gray shawl, and her long black hair hung down over her face.
00:49The clothes she was washing were stained with blood, and the water in the stream was running red.
00:54The girls gasped in horror at the shocking sight and ran off, stumbling over roots,
01:00branches, and tree stumps, until they finally reached Jamie's house. Trembling with fear,
01:06they told Jamie's mother what they had seen.
01:09That sounds like the bean eye, Jamie's mother said solemnly. My grandparents told me about her
01:15when I was just a child. They say she washes the funeral shrouds of those who are about to die.
01:20It's an omen of death, what? cried Jamie. If you see her, does it mean you're going to die?
01:26I don't know, her mother replied. All I know is that it's bad luck to set eyes on her.
01:32The three girls flew into a panic. Jamie's mother tried to calm them down.
01:36The bean eye is just an old ghost story, she said. She's not real. It's nothing but an old
01:43superstition. Years ago, people used to believe in it, but not nowadays. I'm sure what you saw
01:49was just some poor old woman who can't afford a washing machine. Despite her words, the girls
01:55remained uneasy. Taylor decided to go home, while Susan stayed over at Jamie's house to keep her
02:01company. That night, the wind howled and a heavy snow began to fall. The house was rocked by the
02:08breeze, and Susan and Jamie barely got a wink of sleep. When they awoke the next morning and looked
02:14out the window, everything was blanketed in snow. School was canceled, but Jamie's parents still had
02:20to go to work. The two girls were left at home alone. After breakfast, they tried to call Taylor to
02:27invite her over. When they called her mobile, there was no answer. Growing worried, they decided to walk
02:33to Taylor's house and check on her. Taylor's mother answered the door. Her eyes were red, and her face
02:39was streaked with tears. Taylor didn't come home last night, she sobbed. The police searched the woods
02:47this morning. And they found her. Or what was left of her. She had been chopped up into pieces, and her
02:53body parts were floating in the stream. Taylor's mother was too upset to say anything more. She slammed
02:58the door shut, leaving Susan and Jamie in stunned silence. Terrified, they rushed back to Jamie's house
03:04and didn't dare step outside for the rest of the day. They stayed huddled in Jamie's bedroom, whispering
03:09about Taylor and trying to convince themselves it was all just a horrible coincidence.
03:14Suddenly, the power went out, plunging the room into darkness. Susan and Jamie clung to each other, shaking
03:21with fear. They waited in the silence, but nothing happened. Eventually, both girls let out a nervous
03:27sigh of relief. I was sure that was the bean eye coming to kill us, Jamie said with a nervous laugh.
03:35Me too, Susan chuckled. Feeling hungry, they decided to go downstairs to the kitchen and make
03:42themselves a snack. Jamie lit some candles and placed them on the table for light. It was pitch black
03:47outside, and her parents wouldn't be home for hours. They raided the cupboards and made peanut butter and
03:54jelly sandwiches. As they were eating, Susan suddenly began to gag. Her eyes widened, and she clawed at her
04:00throat, gasping for air. Jamie jumped up, panicking, and tried to help her. Susan was choking, coughing
04:09violently, her face turning bright red. She fell to the ground, convulsing, and then went still. Her body lay
04:16motionless on the floor. Jamie knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. Susan's face was purple and
04:23twisted in a grotesque grimace. Her lips were blue, and her tongue hung out. It was a horrifying sight.
04:30Jamie couldn't bear to look any longer. She fetched a blanket and gently draped it over her friend's
04:34lifeless body. She ran to the phone to call her parents, but there was no dial tone. The lines were
04:41down. Frantically, she pulled out her mobile, only to find there was no signal. In desperation, she ran
04:48outside to get help. The night was freezing, and the darkness was absolute. Snow continued to fall as
04:55Jamie trudged through it, shivering. She had no idea where she was going. Her teeth chattered, and her body
05:01trembled with cold. It felt like she would freeze to death. Eventually, Jamie turned back and made her
05:08way home. Once inside, she collapsed in relief, grateful to be safe again. She rubbed her arms and
05:15legs, trying to warm herself and get her blood circulating. Fearing she might get sick, she searched
05:22for some medicine. In the dim hallway, she fumbled her way to the bathroom. She opened a cabinet and
05:27grabbed a bottle, uncapped it, and swallowed the liquid inside. Almost immediately, she began
05:34coughing violently. A searing pain tore through her throat. Her stomach churned and burned, and she
05:40collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony. Just then, the lights flickered back on. Through her blurred
05:47vision, Jamie looked down at the bottle in her hand. To her horror, she realized it wasn't cough syrup.
05:54It was bleach.
05:58Bloody Laundry, Part 2
06:00Jamie's eyes rolled back as the pain tore through her body like fire. Her vision blurred and her
06:05limbs went numb. The bottle of bleach slipped from her trembling fingers and shattered on the floor
06:10beside her. The harsh chemical smell mixed with the coppery taste of blood rising in her throat.
06:15She tried to scream, but all that came out was a gurgling rasp. Everything around her dimmed as her
06:21body convulsed violently. She dragged herself toward the door, leaving streaks of blood and
06:26vomit in her wake. With her last ounce of strength, she reached out, her fingers just brushing the
06:31doorknob, before her body gave out. Silence.
06:37Cold, suffocating silence.
06:41Outside, the wind howled and snow fell heavier than ever. Time passed. Hours seemed to slip by unnoticed.
06:47Then, something moved. From the edge of the dark hallway, near the kitchen door, came a faint
06:54shuffling sound. Wet. Deliberate. Something heavy dragging across the floor. A shadow passed by the
07:02candle Jamie had left burning on the kitchen table. Then, a whisper. Low and hoarse, it sounded like it
07:11came from a mouth filled with water. The words were impossible to make out, but they carried the weight
07:16of something ancient. And angry.
07:20Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open with a groan. Jamie's motionless body lay crumpled on the
07:25floor. Her eyes, wide open and glassy, stared straight ahead. But she wasn't alone anymore.
07:32A hunched, hooded figure stood over her. The tattered gray shawl fluttered slightly in the draft. Long,
07:38matted black hair hung like finds around a pale, wrinkled face. Her eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.
07:44In one skeletal hand, she held a sodden piece of cloth. In the other, a blood-soaked shroud.
07:51The bean eye.
07:54She knelt beside Jamie's body and dipped the shroud into the pool of bleach and blood.
07:58Her lips moved silently, mouthing a death chant in an ancient Gaelic tongue. As she washed,
08:03the air grew colder. Frost crept along the bathroom tiles like fingers of ice.
08:08Downstairs, the front door creaked open slowly. Jamie's parents had come home.
08:17They stepped into the cold, dark hallway. The power was back, but the lights were still off.
08:23Her mother called out,
08:24Jamie? Are you home? Her father followed, pausing to notice the strange silence.
08:29Something's not right, he muttered. Then they saw it. A bloody handprint on the wall. Small. Smudged.
08:40Her mother screamed and ran up the stairs, heart pounding. The air grew heavier with each step.
08:46She reached the bathroom and flung open the door, only to find Jamie's lifeless body lying in a puddle of
08:51vomit and bleach. Her mother collapsed to the ground, screaming. Her father came running. But
08:58neither of them noticed the wet footprints leading down the hallway, or the open window in the guest
09:03bedroom. The police arrived later that night. Susan's body was taken to the morgue.
09:12Jamie's death was ruled an accident. Taylor's remains were never fully recovered.
09:17But late at night, when the snow falls heavy and the woods whisper with wind, people say you can
09:24still hear the sound of cloth being washed in the stream. And if you're unlucky enough to see the
09:28be-nigh hunched over the water, washing a bloody shroud. Run. Because you're next.
09:36Bloody Laundry, Part 3, The Last Wash. Weeks passed.
09:41Jamie's death shook the town to its core. Her parents moved away, unable to stay in the house where
09:46they had found their daughter's twisted body. The house stood abandoned, curtains fluttering in the
09:51windows like ghostly signals. Rumors spread, the be-nigh had returned, they whispered. She wasn't a
09:57story anymore. She was real. Susan's parents buried their daughter, but her grave never settled.
10:04The soil would rise and sink as if something below was still moving. Some nights, the neighbors claimed
10:10they heard someone sobbing beneath the ground. The town changed. No children walk through the woods
10:16anymore. No one dared to follow the stream. But one girl did. Emily, Jamie's cousin, had come to stay
10:26with her grandparents after the tragedy. She had always been curious. She wanted answers. She didn't
10:32believe in ghosts, not really. And the story of the be-nigh? Just a myth.
10:38One icy afternoon, Emily walked into the woods with a flashlight and a journal. She followed the
10:43same crooked path by the stream, the same path her cousin had taken that fateful night. The wind
10:48howled through the bare branches, and the sky hung heavy with clouds. She reached the bend in the stream
10:53where Taylor had first seen the woman. The ground was damp, the air thick with rot. Something was watching
10:59her. She felt it. Her breath fogged in front of her, and every step made her feel more exposed,
11:05like the trees themselves were closing in. Then, she heard it. Splash. Slosh. Scrub.
11:15Emily turned slowly. There, kneeling by the water, was a woman in gray. Her back was to Emily. Her hands
11:25moved slowly, methodically, as she dipped a blood-stained cloth into the red-tinted stream.
11:31Emily's heart stopped.
11:33This wasn't a dream.
11:36This wasn't a story.
11:39It was her.
11:41The be-nigh.
11:43The figure paused and turned her head slightly, just enough to reveal a sliver of her face,
11:48rotted skin stretched over bone, one milky eye, strands of hair plastered to her cheek like seaweed.
11:54Her lips moved slowly, whispering names.
11:58Emily's name.
12:00Terror surged through her, but her legs wouldn't move.
12:03The bean-eye raised a shaking finger and pointed directly at her. The wind screamed.
12:09Emily turned and ran.
12:12Branches clawed at her arms. Her flashlight fell. She didn't look back. She couldn't.
12:18She knew what happened to those who did.
12:19She made it home, slammed the door, and collapsed, trembling. Her grandfather came running and held
12:27her close as she sobbed. She's real, Emily whispered. She said my name.
12:33Her grandparents exchanged horrified looks.
12:36That night, they gathered every candle they owned and placed them in the windows. Old traditions. Old
12:43protections. They said prayers in Gaelic, ones long forgotten by most. But it wasn't enough.
12:50At midnight, the power went out again.
12:54Outside, in the snow, stood a figure.
12:57Washing.
13:00Waiting.
13:03Emily's name echoed in the wind.
13:05The next morning, her room was empty. The window was open. Her bed was soaked in icy water.
13:12Her footprints led down the stairs. And vanished by the front door.
13:17Her body was never found.
13:19And now, the legend is told with a warning.
13:24The bean eye doesn't just wash the clothes of the dead. She chooses them.
13:29She marks them.
13:32Once she speaks your name, it's already too late.
13:36If you're ever walking by a stream, and you see a woman in gray washing bloodstained clothes,
13:42don't look at her.
13:44Don't speak to her.
13:45And whatever you do, never ask who the shroud is for.
13:51Because the answer, might be you.