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Creepy Pasta

Creepy Pasta

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Published by: Christopher Marchand on Nov 24, 2011
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There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map.

It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase. The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood. However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out. The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied. “You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! The voice assured. “You were born on September 17, 1827?” "Yes!" “The gravestone here says you died on February 19?” "No I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!" “Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close

button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, “That was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”

I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.

There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep. You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include

and lasting fear of pale beings with dark. and the like. the tape then showed her turning on the oven. instinctual. and then closing the door behind her. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it. sunken eyes. dark. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there. and with good reason. the the 25th President of the United States. the oven could be seen shaking violently. neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse. Leon Czolgosz. New York. predators could hide in darkness. and elongated faces? There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker . In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many. until the batteries in the camera died. 1901.S. and heights could make poor footing lethal. For the remaining 45 minutes of video. The fear is natural. she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a babyshaped bundle in her arms. and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. . opening the door. deep in the hidden eras before history began. at Auburn Prison in Auburn. sharp teeth. To avoid disturbing the local community. stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. assassin of William McKinley. The fears are species-wide. Many things frighten humans instinctively. that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep. police never released any information about the tape. thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work.they only ever appear at night on quiet roads. or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U. crawling inside. quarter stamped with the date 2218. Pale skin. sunken eyes. razor sharp teeth. after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington. elongated faces. On more than one occasion though. it remained in its stationary position. Eight minutes into the video. and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it.both her and her kitchen stove in the image. was electrocuted for his crime on October 29. but rather a face which has yet to be identified. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened. or even the fact that it was found. Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify.

however. creeping slowly in seemingly random directions.. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life. they will seem cordial enough.seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights. your body will freeze as well. as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. What exactly happens is unknown. Once you possess a hitchhiker's object. Examples include a single coin. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. you just will. before you lose your gaze on the TV. the white and black specs will slowly start to move again. polite. Normal enough. but with disastrous results. the static will suddenly pause. If you are watching television. or during their experience. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. but somehow. If you slice their belly open. even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces. reach under the seat or across to the glove box. but hardly chatty. and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars. and the white noise of the TV comes back. You will probably not notice at the time. Time around and with you have paused completely. But look underneath their clothes. If you stop. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure.. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. that smells of the ocean and is always damp. but you will not. no identification. But sometimes you won't. You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear's inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. They have no wallets. only a hollow cavity containing a single object. and subsequently. they're different inside. and what seems to be your station's signal return. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly. someone who ran out of petrol. as all sound is still absent. casually. you will be able to hear past the ringing. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. A small vase. but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. patient. You learn soon this is not the case. even when unplugged.. and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. as you see yourself from behind. All sound in the room will cease. turn the TV off immediately. That ringing covers up something else altogether. There's no blood. You'll never mean to. quite unbreakable. you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. They die easily enough. try to resist the impulse to stop. forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at. looks away. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again. heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. If you watch the static any longer. This is completely wrong. It will only play static. swathed in a heavy coat and long pants. no muscle. You must never watch that television again. Unless you try killing them. never carrying a sign. and sometimes you might. As the static returns to normal. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights. Not static as you know it. the cause of your disappearance. and the signal cuts out to static. and maybe a little lucky. If you are quick. usually with gloves. The object varies. you will regain control of your body. If you watch the static on TV for long enough. you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are . these same events will reoccur.. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice.

. They see the monsters. Flashlights make it worse. To be able to see what you only dimly remember. If you can't see it. However. but they cannot see. They see what is truly there. 2) Don't make a noise. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. they fear the closet.. If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night. If they don't. Because Adults forget the rules... you must input it with the keyboard): for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance . Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream. 1)Cover yourself. they see things adults don't.. the present.. it can't see you. they will start noticing you. hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back. and the future. or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. you would go insane. and they forget the rules. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body. It attracts their attention. 4) Only light can make them go away. And when you start noticing them.saying. Every whimper can lead to destruction.. It's not.. Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP). They still feel what's there. Bright light.would drive an adult crazy. You will hear things of the past. Every child fears under their bed. 3) Don't move. Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers... Teens are caught in the middle. enter this in the address bar (do not copypaste. subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -themaway? . Scientists know that children are more perceptive. burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas.. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. you must be careful.

I’ve done all the proper things. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice. and that event will never happen to you.discovering it is never out of your reach even if it’s a meaningless string of letters. A weblog will appear. Don’t fight the feeling. so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story.Wait ~ 40 seconds. double paned windows. because I think it’ll make me feel better. About six months ago. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place). Anyway. great insulation. You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost. or you will be jerked out of it. Once you have access to the admin. I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. 14/7/2007 11:00 AM It’s gone. who raised her. However. God help us. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. There’s only four units in . her grandfather. and informed my absentee landlord. You will feel strange. I’ve moved out all my stuff. my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Add /admin/ to the address bar. About two weeks after we move in. It’s beautiful. newly remodeled. as you’ll see. has a fucking stroke. it’s escaped. Louis. so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement. and you have only one chance to do this. I’ve already called the cops. I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. It’s got a couple of weird things about it. JUST DON’T. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. There is always a way . you can delete any post you want.

It’s weird. I open it up. you just make excuses for it. but when you hear it every night for a while. It was kinda weird. is the hall closet. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling. Really quiet at first. Then I kept hearing boards creeking. No big deal. And I’m sure they know the same about us. so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. but also kind of awesome. watch porn and play rock band at full volume. expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves. Again. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. Freaked me out at first. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. with only one person talking. I know it sounds fucked up. On the other side of the bathroom. It was about 1 am. They moved out six weeks ago. Sure enough. some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. and I was going to bed. About four weeks ago. It’s spring. I felt a lot better at the time. but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. the more info we had on eachother. becuase fuck. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. and then a tape measure just to confirm. not quite regular drone.the building. I know when they fuck. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. and switch on the light. So in this one thick wall. We’re on the top floor. . The walls and floors are paper thin. as it rose and fell every evening. right behind me. and it sounds oddly hollow. Then one night. I stayed really still till I was sure there wasn’t anyone in the house and then turned on all the lights in the house. my first in this building. and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. I could fnally stomp around. there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent. it got weird. I’ve never built a house. rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm. but sustained. the less we wanted to actually know each other. I learned to live with it. I know when they take a shower. but it’s all gravy inside. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation. Just a babbling. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. and small motor running. or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. there was a mighty dry thump. as I was brushing my teeth. even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me. The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. I pace it out with my feet. where I heard the thump. on the second and third floors.

I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place. not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. It happened in less than a second. and I had the daylight on my side. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. my brand new plasma TV. the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. I turn off every light when I leave a room. My dad used to beat the shit out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. which is really just part of the garage. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar. rationalize. rationalize. The doors were locked. Rationalization lost out. About five minutes before the cab showed up. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. My laptop was still charging. I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window. I stayed at a hotel that weekend. Rationalize. thank fucking god. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall. I get down there. like someone was looking down on me. I moved it all out that afternoon. and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen. everything is fine until last friday night. And then the light goes out. and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag. Then nothing. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. straight to my bedroom window. .So. I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention. and into the little room. It was all there. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry. While my friends were with me. I checked out the apartment below me. No matter what. but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds. and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. The light is on. Two things you should know about me at this point.

The cavern continued in many directions. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them. I really don’t give a shit. curious. was a cheap hardware store ladder. descended into it. Chernobyl's reactor #4 exploded. They returned and told their friends of an immense underground cavern. After their disappearance. packed whatever hiking gear they could get their hands on. The rescue team had advanced in increments. and I’m not sure if I will. Only a few members returned to the surface. but he died two nights ago. moving on. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment. I mailed my keys to the landlord. a small group of people discovered a hole in the ground in the Chernobyl area. I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge. The group was not heard from again. told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. and the team’s progress was very slow. it expanded into what appeared to be giant. The true story is one of the greatest cover-ups history has ever known. or on the other side of a wall. exposing the tiny crawl space between. Quit my shitty job. Done my part. but I guess this is like a clean slate for us. as well as some makeshift climbing gear that was comprised of little more than old ropes and small pulleys. they began to rationalize the experience. though: they had entered what initially appeared to be a small cave that quickly expanded into a massive cavern. bottomless expanse. Still think I’d like to head back into the country. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. leading up throught the darkness. in my apartment. Past that. I haven’t told her yet. I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. which might be the one good thing about this. and were not entirely sure of what they had seen. that’s the official story. and. and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa. along with a few additional helpers. with one portion of the team remaining farther behind while the other continued inwards. A few days later. One morning in 1986. spreading radioactive fallout across Ukraine. and details became even less clear. As time progressed. to the space behind the walls. a big round jagged whole. their accounts . or hear people moving beneath my feet. maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. At this point. In the late 1960s. At least. They all were able to agree on a few things.. They were badly shaken (one was later institutionalized). these people.Only someone had hammered through this wall. All I care about is never seeing that building again. Never again. I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there. a rescue team was sent to search for them. And in this space flat against the wall. The few survivors had been in one of the groups hanging behind.

including reactor #4.become uncertain. the name obviously stemming from a burst of subtle creativity on the part of the Soviet military. but there are stories of ancient urns and containers with bizarre carvings on the side. and clearly artificial. this base became better equipped. though some of these materials have not been identified. and despite the fact that the teams sent in were progressively more heavily armed. Some feature bas-reliefs of strange rituals and even stranger creatures. Others were trapped or lost on treks into unexplored areas. Despite the training given to exploration teams sent into the network. the depictions on the relief match some of the unsettling tales of violent and deadly encounters that explorers brought out of the Network with them. and expeditions began to push farther inside the cavern. It was eventually revealed to be a massive network of deep chasms and caves. photographs and accounts of some of the data recovered from the Network have been leaked. If any had survived whatever horrors they suddenly encountered. But some of the details were too coincidental to have been mere hallucinations. Over the years that the base was in full operation. many people still disappeared inside the network. Some are supposed to still contain substances. The plant itself was operational. Stories abounded of explorers being *taken* by vaguely described creatures. were taken back to Chernobyl from deep within the Network. or at the cost of mental stability. one thing was certain: The rest of the team was dead. even by modern equipment. particularly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. they were far beyond help inside that chasm. however. Some were so deep that the military had yet to find a bottom. At first officials thought perhaps they had hallucinated. or were simply shaken by the immensity of the cavern and had become easily influenced by vague impressions and half-seen likenesses in rocks and stalagmites. Whatever the case. and things. and some that were brought back were damaged in such a way that suggested mauling. (It was officially named such in 1975. strange architectures. some appearing to be ancient. but it is apparent that some were lost in the network’s vast expanses. Others still are photographs of bizarre. movements. Over the years. but barely. Details were wisely hidden from the public. However regular proceedings were within the base. A number of artifacts. Oddly. Other stories involve tomes and manuscripts written in unknown languages. there were always whispers in dark corners of indescribable expanses. Very few corpses were recovered from disastrous expeditions. the Russian military was establishing a bare-bones base of operations to explore the vast expanse that had been uncovered beneath the area.) Over the years. Some fell to their deaths. Details are fuzzy. architectural features sticking out of the rock. viewed out of the corners of eyes. Rumors of these objects are not entirely common. many things were taken from The Network. Construction of the nuclear power plant began in 1970. . Underneath it. some written on what appears to be (now petrified) human flesh. Morale was maintained on the base. Others still died more… questionable deaths.

the Soviet government demolished reactor #4. and highly classified. a series of incidents took place at the base. On April 26th. Barriers between the surface and the greater Network were erected. Large portions of typed reports are missing. What follows are a few blurry pictures showing movement and splashes of unsettling colors. scared witless. It involved what almost looked like a small temple. Disappearances of personnel inside the cavern spiked suddenly. In the center. After the date stamped on the more disturbing pictures. many of the military base’s functions were shut down. The entire region was seeded. There is still believed to still be a small presence at the base below Chernobyl. and later evacuated. the report indicates that exploration of that particular area ceased. and a stern warning that the temple was never to be opened again. No deep treks have been made in years. I am currently sitting in front of my computer. though these are thought to only be of areas already documented and near to the surface. recommendation by some of the officers at the base that the Network be sealed off from the outside. and it is speculated that periodic expeditions are made into the Network itself. and even of a cracked door. Others still have been dismembered or disemboweled. seeding the blast with radioactive material. and pictures of explorers bearing bizarre wounds. In late 1985/early 1986. however. However. surrounded by paltry stone dwellings. nothing but inky blackness beyond the gap in the stone. reports indicate that there was a sudden. report was leaked in the early 90s. depicting bizarre worship and vague acts of what can only be described as transformation. Mental stability plummeted among explorers returning from deeper and longer pushes into the Network. There are photographs of explorers working various parts of the stone contraption. Any moment now I am going to be killed. and some areas deep inside the network underwent hasty demolition to seal them from known passages to the surface.One strange. and there were even a small number of security breaches within the base itself. is a strange mechanism that appears to be a door of some sort. Some have been damaged by time. Reactor 4 was sealed in a concrete sarcophagus on the surface. but what does exist chronicles the discovery. No organic remains were found nearby. Details of these incidents are highly classified and guarded by the Russian government to this day. while others are inconceivable in nature. Underneath. Photographs show the temple walls covered with depictions of sacrifice and of terrific acts of violence. . it is believed that organic matter was recovered from these breaches. In April 1986. and urgent.

it would start knocking on your door… * Once for you skin. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims. * Five times for your teeth. skinned and dismembered. which she’ll eat whole . if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you. and it stalked its victims back to their homes. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man. * Six times for your eyes. stole a car from the mission. something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. I forgot about that . she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy. once it got back to your house. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco. The man. that he had tried to tell the police.oh. or you saw it kill someone else. after finishing his tale. which she’ll wear around her neck. which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through. You can try to outrun her. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs. * Thrice for your bones. but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now .you can never pass while you’re in her stomach. and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): “They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night. which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead. Their bodies were . Now. and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. but they would not listen. which she’ll polish and keep in a box. They were found in the morning. because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.Today a friend of mine told me a story.it can only get you if you tell someone else about it. * Four times for your heart. They called it the White Death or the White Girl. and was never seen again. that’s right. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door. which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. terrified out of his mind. * Twice for your muscle. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. but she’s faster than the fastest man. Next he had tried to tell his priest. * Seven times for your soul. black eyes that wept bile.

those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. child-like handprints. deliberate knocking. because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more. I called him later that night. I'M RESPONDING. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank. one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it.the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO. Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.” I hung up. places you'd never think of putting a note.WITNESS All this shit started when I found that little note. I had no idea how long the paper had been there. . it read. and I could hear slow. and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. she should be done any moment. She has to knock 28 times on my front door. under my mousepad. His aunt had been murdered that night. inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement. between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll. it’s been funjklm. let me know that my death is just moments away. when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago. and he told me that he was being chased by someone. I told him to stop shitting me. Nice knowing you guys. He held the phone away from his face for a minute. because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening. I ignored it until the next morning. and now they were knocking on his door. I will not run . floating on the surface tension on the surface of my class of sprite I had in the living room. places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note. before the cops arrived. His aunt was really drunk the night before. I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. I found more notes. under my DVD player's disc tray. Places that no one would ever look. A moment later.. 28 times on the mirror in the hall.covered in tiny. "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND". and they all said the same thing every time. Being the retard I am. begging me to respond and help them. and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". He told me this story early in the morning today at school. and had told him about that. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper.I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway.

I remember exactly where I put it. because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. not creative enough to think of where to put it. I waved it around to dry it off a bit. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. the clearer the message on it became. there was none. until I stopped. only it was now on the opposite side of my room. the same one." and in larger letters. "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and. BELOW YOU". the wind blew it away. The fourth includes time. it read "THANK YOU. Turning around. give it a rest" and threw it outside.I carefully picked it out of my drink. this prank is retarded. which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet. "How can you read this if you're in the second dimension? How can you even exist??" I slipped this note into the space in my toaster between the element and the metal casing. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width. my reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. I just threw it behind my couch." That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person. inside of some spam letter was the next note. nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along. the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace.TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED. The closer I got. I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are. later on. . "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion. "how?" was all I wrote for my reply. Getting dressed one morning for work. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters. and it's wooden backing. In the instant before I turned around again I thought it must have fallen off. though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. I waited and looked. and wrote on the back of it again. I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror. I rolled my eyes and responded again. The next day I checked my mail. "WRITING IS 2D. looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D". but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day. I put it in a crack between my length mirror. VISION IS 2D. still suck to the wall. As soon as I let go it slid out of sight and I didn't see any papers again for a year and a half. Looking into it. sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall. maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. I noticed a square behind me on the wall. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. but it wasn't. "I'M TRAPPED". "MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped. but in the mirror it was still there. while the third adds on length.

or the automated peices of machinary. and your IM lists are all empty. correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. They’re all empty. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper. before the next semester starts. On your door is pinned a note: “Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world. the toaster. After five days of this. the whole of the building is unearthly silent. the only movement is from the wind.I moved the fuck out of that house as soon as I could. and you’re out of your college classes for at least a week or two. now. not out of place. . everything. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls. It’s a cabinet. Any e-mails you send get no replies. yeilds nothing. I check all my things. Nobody answers when you knock. All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window. even the big ones. and even further beyond that. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside.” The note is dated five days ago. But lately. I got the fuck rid of the mirror. Constantly. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. all alone. You’ve spent this time lounging around. A search of the entire building. Don’t worry. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket. and a piece of paper will flop out. not particularly odd. and sleeping a lot. You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek. you slink back into the empty apartment complex. Defeated. No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. I also don't drink coffee anymore. Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. Your phone’s been quiet for awhile. They don’t drop by. the only cars are of the parked variety. When you leave your apartment. you can’t tell the difference. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while. No life. you’ve gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. But everyone misses you It’s the summer. sitting on the floor.

amera stopped working this was the only You don’t know it. several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures. in reality. someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. You go to do something. but you can’t remember what … It was them. you’ll start to notice that the news reports major events that never occurred. they have simply ceased to be from present future and history. These channels. The next time you make a purchase. the ads are for products that you’ve never heard of. but someone has been removed from your life. they haven’t moved. . The end. They point to the fact that the news tends to be getting worse over there. and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewer-ship in the ever-competitive ratings race. from the city that is further away. They haven’t died. However you still know they were there. Once there was this guy and he was pushed down the stairs by a robot and died. you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there. or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. on people that aren’t real. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception. Just pray they aren’t talking about us.In some television markets. while living in New Jersey receiving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia. and invading it for their own. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. they wanted to talk to you. should not occur. She will hand you back a number of coins. For the most part. on technology that shouldn’t exist. There are reports of looking into an alternate world. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby–for example. people get two different versions of the same channel. hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. more separate from our own. these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming. with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other.

there’s a place where. dusty shack. The night will seem much longer than any normal night. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member. if you look to the west at sunset you’ll be able to make out a tiny. But you must figure out how to leave the room and do it before your corpse awakens. too… There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. you’ll find yourself suddenly in front of a battered. Reports of the decay vary from recently dead to a skeleton with clothes. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for . This body is yours. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. Inside. This is only part of the actual video. remember those groans and cries you heard crossing the desert? A reanimated corpse has to eat. expressionless. so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. You might recognize the clothes or possibly the face. you ask? Well. You must continue to move towards where you saw the building. who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. house-shaped structure in the far distance. But if your corpse stirs before you can find the way out. If you make it out of the room. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. If you search this.Somewhere in the middle of the Desert in Nevada. YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions. then grinning for the last 2 seconds. you will find no windows or doors (including the one you just came though) and in the center of the room will be a body. you will find nothing. Wait for the sun to set completely and then you must WALK straight towards that structure without deviating. you’ll be trapped in that room for eternity while your corpse is allowed to roam free. but if you continue walking until the sun comes up again behind you. you’ll find yourself back at the edge of the desert where you started. As the night wears on. Check it for wounds or clues to your death… check its pockets for clues about your future if you wish. You can inspect it for as long as you dare. The few times you find something. Ignore them. The full video lasts 2 minutes. What does a corpse do with a second chance at life. you will hear groans and cries of pain in the distance. and was removed by YouTube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to YouTube’s main office in San Bruno. all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. The background is undefined.

and he'll answer true. The person who uploaded the video was never found. Anything you could possibly think of. Go to any high traffic bathroom. At this point. A hotel bathroom is perfect. This will banish . He’ll ask you for a cigarette. The stronger the cigarette. you can ask the shade any question you want. otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it. Make sure it's after 12pm. Run to the light switch and flip it on. At this point. the higher your success rate is. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. Your eyes will no doubt be watering. the IP address being non-existant. Give the shade a cigarette. who was Jack the Ripper. the room should be full of smoke. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. It must be a high traffic bathroom. but don’t blink. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter. You can ask who shot JFK. If you don't repost this comment on 10 other pages I will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans. stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. The smoke in the room will begin to condense.him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. which is why you’re instructed to bring two. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. they can see if they are out in the open. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied. He should still be mostly smoke. Make sure there is a mirror present. almost surely taking your life in the process. None of them dared look at the screen. I am a heron. and that you look at your reflection at all times. And the man on the video has never been identified. and before you even realize it’s happened. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. making him more material than ethereal. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. so your hands should pass easily through his head.

you’ll always be cold. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. According to the guy who told this story.the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. only the most horrific future events. given his loss of sight. and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. You’ll never be able to see anything good. He'll have black hell dogs now. you'll get off at the next station with me". took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. You wake up one morning and find all *chan websites never existed. After this. All cauterized of course. because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. she went and sat opposite these people. but in them. She was scared but thought the best idea would be to get off at the next station as he asked as there might be people around. the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. . I live in the UK. no matter how warm it is. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge. /b/ was just a dream. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". and mostly healed. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror. I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. The man says "Thank God. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. The burning will be unbearable until then. As she was a little afraid. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. Your dreams will always be nightmares. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring. and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house. you will be granted a kind of third sight. He looked up and down the carriage.

I didn't check out. save for one picture in each roll of film. These pictures were of her. even when not the one being admitted into it. there was a car following me scene Moncton. and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. People are suffering. Almost every picture was accounted for. before they showed up. but it was too dark. I took nothing from the room but put a do not disturb sign on the door. but I saw one of them looking at me from the passenger's side. it was three in the morning. I didn't want them to know that I left. I fucking love you Rodgers.A few months ago a friend of mine. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since. The clean. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. I'm not sure. Better safe the sorry. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. I'm worried again. I noticed last night that there was a car parked in the Smitty's next to my room. but I think their grins are getting bigger. Some never make it. I had to leave the hotel early. but something was strange about them. it's amazing that my wifi held up this long. who is an up-and-coming nature photographer. I tired to use my binoculars to see if it was one of them. People are being taken apart by the inside in hopes of fixing a problem. I left the hotel at six. decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. The sterile smell and the impersonal nature of the building is almost just as frightening of the thoughts of what goes on inside of its walls. (see pic PJ. . It passed by when I stopped for gas at this Esso. People are dying. asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. Currently I am a few hundred kilometers away from the American border. in file) You may notice you are nervous being inside of one. as she had camped by herself many times before. She wasn’t afraid of being alone. but it just might have been the movement of the car. happy feeling I had last night is gone. or just a young couple necking. Smitty's closes at nine. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip.

. People are being sliced and opened with sharp instruments with their raw flesh revealed. You are given neutral. nearly tasteless food and drink for the sake of your nutrition. But. There's a temporary morgue in almost every hospital. Don't worry. with all of this aside. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of such things. I'm sure you'll like it there in due time.or already deceased-. They will never see what it was like to grow up.are more likely than not being given solutions which could potentially harm them if used incorrectly. a hospital can be a comforting place. When you are in a ward you are just another among the dead. Those whom are not dying-. Technology is all around you. and to have a family. They will probably try with the best of their ability to get you back up on your feet into the world outside. which could monitor people's every internal action. You're exposed.There's children in there who may not make it to live to see their adulthood. You can look behind you now. for empathy. People give up their lives and years of education to be able to possibly save lives of others. People are getting pricked with needles and giving themselves up to numbing drugs. an ambulance is already on its way. It's a place of caring for others. Others like you. You give your full trust to a man or woman you probably do not know and whom can do as they please with you given the chances.

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