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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
Pale skin. and then closing the door behind her. and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U. and lasting fear of pale beings with dark. In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. . deep in the hidden eras before history began. and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. but rather a face which has yet to be identified. New York. Leon Czolgosz. 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. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there. elongated faces. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. For the remaining 45 minutes of video. assassin of William McKinley. until the batteries in the camera died. the the 25th President of the United States. dark. and the like. sunken eyes. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work. razor sharp teeth. or even the fact that it was found. at Auburn Prison in Auburn. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington. she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a babyshaped bundle in her arms.S. 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. predators could hide in darkness. and with good reason. 1901. and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many. and elongated faces? There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker . But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. The fear is natural.they only ever appear at night on quiet roads. sharp teeth. it remained in its stationary position. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened. The fears are species-wide. neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse. the tape then showed her turning on the oven. sunken eyes. after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. police never released any information about the tape. To avoid disturbing the local community. quarter stamped with the date 2218. Many things frighten humans instinctively. opening the door. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. and heights could make poor footing lethal. crawling inside.both her and her kitchen stove in the image. Eight minutes into the video. was electrocuted for his crime on October 29. stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home. that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep. the oven could be seen shaking violently. instinctual. Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it. On more than one occasion though.
even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. As the static returns to normal. but hardly chatty. The object varies.. Normal enough. If you watch the static any longer. turn the TV off immediately. and the signal cuts out to static. forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at. but somehow. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV. If you slice their belly open. that smells of the ocean and is always damp. and sometimes you might. but you will not. It will only play static. You'll never mean to. reach under the seat or across to the glove box. You must never watch that television again. But sometimes you won't. If you watch the static on TV for long enough. they will seem cordial enough. looks away. you just will. the static will suddenly pause. someone who ran out of petrol. polite.seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights. Time around and with you have paused completely. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure. you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are . they're different inside. usually with gloves. This is completely wrong. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly.. and subsequently. you will regain control of your body. before you lose your gaze on the TV. no muscle. and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. If you are watching television. as you see yourself from behind. quite unbreakable. however. but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice. Once you possess a hitchhiker's object. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. That ringing covers up something else altogether. But look underneath their clothes. You learn soon this is not the case. or during their experience. If you are quick. the cause of your disappearance. the white and black specs will slowly start to move again. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life. creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Examples include a single coin. you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights. All sound in the room will cease. 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. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again. as all sound is still absent. even when unplugged. heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. no identification. these same events will reoccur. A small vase. What exactly happens is unknown. only a hollow cavity containing a single object. and the white noise of the TV comes back. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. Not static as you know it. swathed in a heavy coat and long pants. You will probably not notice at the time. try to resist the impulse to stop. If you stop.. Unless you try killing them. There's no blood. and maybe a little lucky. patient. you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars. and what seems to be your station's signal return.. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. They die easily enough. never carrying a sign. always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces. and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. They have no wallets. your body will freeze as well. casually. but with disastrous results.
enter this in the address bar (do not copypaste. It's not. However... but they cannot see. they see things adults don't. hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back. Flashlights make it worse. Teens are caught in the middle.. they fear the closet. and the future.. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body. Every whimper can lead to destruction... If they don't. they will start noticing you. Bright light. you must be careful. Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers. or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. To be able to see what you only dimly remember..would drive an adult crazy. you must input it with the keyboard): for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance . 3) Don't move. If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night. the present. It attracts their attention. They see the monsters. They see what is truly there. Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP). If you can't see it.. Scientists know that children are more perceptive. Because Adults forget the rules. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. it can't see you.. you would go insane. 1)Cover yourself. burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas. 2) Don't make a noise. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. and they forget the rules. And when you start noticing them... You will hear things of the past.saying. 4) Only light can make them go away. subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -themaway? . Every child fears under their bed. They still feel what's there.
or you will be jerked out of it. It’s beautiful. God help us. great insulation. and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. you can delete any post you want. and that event will never happen to you. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. 14/7/2007 11:00 AM It’s gone. I’ve already called the cops. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice. as you’ll see. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. JUST DON’T. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place). so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story. and you have only one chance to do this. A weblog will appear. Once you have access to the admin. There’s only four units in . double paned windows. and informed my absentee landlord. Don’t fight the feeling.discovering it is never out of your reach even if it’s a meaningless string of letters. so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement. I’ve moved out all my stuff. It’s got a couple of weird things about it. I’ve done all the proper things. Anyway. About two weeks after we move in. Louis. I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life. because I think it’ll make me feel better. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year.Wait ~ 40 seconds. who raised her. You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost. About six months ago. Add /admin/ to the address bar. my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. her grandfather. has a fucking stroke. You will feel strange. it’s escaped. There is always a way . However. newly remodeled. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life.
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. and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. is the hall closet. it got weird. I know when they take a shower. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. I pace it out with my feet. as I was brushing my teeth. It was kinda weird. They moved out six weeks ago. where I heard the thump. We’re on the top floor. but when you hear it every night for a while. I know it sounds fucked up. The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. with only one person talking. there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent. Again.the building. there was a mighty dry thump. No big deal. expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I learned to live with it. even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me. but also kind of awesome. It’s spring. I open it up. And I’m sure they know the same about us. I could fnally stomp around. Then I kept hearing boards creeking. Then one night. and switch on the light. I’ve never built a house. I know when they fuck. . the less we wanted to actually know each other. The walls and floors are paper thin. rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. Just a babbling. and small motor running. right behind me. and I was going to bed. Freaked me out at first. not quite regular drone. becuase fuck. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. Sure enough. but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. but it’s all gravy inside. It was about 1 am. my first in this building. as it rose and fell every evening. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation. About four weeks ago. and then a tape measure just to confirm. but sustained. some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. and it sounds oddly hollow. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I felt a lot better at the time. or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined. It’s weird. Really quiet at first. you just make excuses for it. watch porn and play rock band at full volume. on the second and third floors. On the other side of the bathroom. the more info we had on eachother. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling. So in this one thick wall.
. which is really just part of the garage. everything is fine until last friday night. My laptop was still charging. rationalize. 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. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. rationalize. It was all there. then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen. Two things you should know about me at this point. Rationalization lost out. I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up. Then nothing. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds. but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. No matter what. It happened in less than a second. and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. The light is on. I moved it all out that afternoon. While my friends were with me. I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window. not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place. I checked out the apartment below me. 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 brand new plasma TV. the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds. Rationalize. straight to my bedroom window. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry. I get down there. And then the light goes out.So. and into the little room. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. and I had the daylight on my side. I stayed at a hotel that weekend. and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall. like someone was looking down on me. thank fucking god. The doors were locked.
that’s the official story. though: they had entered what initially appeared to be a small cave that quickly expanded into a massive cavern. After their disappearance. The group was not heard from again. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them. spreading radioactive fallout across Ukraine. a big round jagged whole. and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa. Done my part.Only someone had hammered through this wall. Chernobyl's reactor #4 exploded. As time progressed. with one portion of the team remaining farther behind while the other continued inwards. Quit my shitty job. The rescue team had advanced in increments. packed whatever hiking gear they could get their hands on. The cavern continued in many directions. I haven’t told her yet. They returned and told their friends of an immense underground cavern. I really don’t give a shit. a rescue team was sent to search for them. Still think I’d like to head back into the country. Only a few members returned to the surface. descended into it. They all were able to agree on a few things. which might be the one good thing about this. but I guess this is like a clean slate for us. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment. in my apartment. but he died two nights ago. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. and I’m not sure if I will. bottomless expanse. A few days later. All I care about is never seeing that building again. to the space behind the walls. curious. a small group of people discovered a hole in the ground in the Chernobyl area. And in this space flat against the wall. In the late 1960s. was a cheap hardware store ladder. The true story is one of the greatest cover-ups history has ever known. along with a few additional helpers. told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. or hear people moving beneath my feet. One morning in 1986. maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. Never again.. I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there. At least. I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge. they began to rationalize the experience. I mailed my keys to the landlord. exposing the tiny crawl space between. moving on. I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. and. Past that. and the team’s progress was very slow. They were badly shaken (one was later institutionalized). At this point. and details became even less clear. as well as some makeshift climbing gear that was comprised of little more than old ropes and small pulleys. it expanded into what appeared to be giant. The few survivors had been in one of the groups hanging behind. or on the other side of a wall. their accounts . and were not entirely sure of what they had seen. these people. leading up throught the darkness.
Some are supposed to still contain substances. Oddly. Some were so deep that the military had yet to find a bottom. one thing was certain: The rest of the team was dead. or at the cost of mental stability. many things were taken from The Network. . Underneath it. but there are stories of ancient urns and containers with bizarre carvings on the side. particularly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. though some of these materials have not been identified. Details are fuzzy. architectural features sticking out of the rock. Very few corpses were recovered from disastrous expeditions. 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. photographs and accounts of some of the data recovered from the Network have been leaked. Other stories involve tomes and manuscripts written in unknown languages. strange architectures. A number of artifacts. Some feature bas-reliefs of strange rituals and even stranger creatures. even by modern equipment. and despite the fact that the teams sent in were progressively more heavily armed. there were always whispers in dark corners of indescribable expanses. If any had survived whatever horrors they suddenly encountered. Over the years that the base was in full operation. viewed out of the corners of eyes. But some of the details were too coincidental to have been mere hallucinations. At first officials thought perhaps they had hallucinated. Some fell to their deaths. some appearing to be ancient. Whatever the case.) Over the years. movements. this base became better equipped. Details were wisely hidden from the public. Over the years. Morale was maintained on the base. However regular proceedings were within the base. Construction of the nuclear power plant began in 1970.become uncertain. Stories abounded of explorers being *taken* by vaguely described creatures. the Russian military was establishing a bare-bones base of operations to explore the vast expanse that had been uncovered beneath the area. It was eventually revealed to be a massive network of deep chasms and caves. and expeditions began to push farther inside the cavern. Despite the training given to exploration teams sent into the network. many people still disappeared inside the network. they were far beyond help inside that chasm. Rumors of these objects are not entirely common. but it is apparent that some were lost in the network’s vast expanses. Others were trapped or lost on treks into unexplored areas. however. but barely. The plant itself was operational. (It was officially named such in 1975. and some that were brought back were damaged in such a way that suggested mauling. and things. 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. were taken back to Chernobyl from deep within the Network. some written on what appears to be (now petrified) human flesh. including reactor #4. the name obviously stemming from a burst of subtle creativity on the part of the Soviet military. Others still died more… questionable deaths. and clearly artificial. Others still are photographs of bizarre.
In April 1986. Any moment now I am going to be killed. and later evacuated. Barriers between the surface and the greater Network were erected. report was leaked in the early 90s. and urgent. After the date stamped on the more disturbing pictures. many of the military base’s functions were shut down. and highly classified. while others are inconceivable in nature. depicting bizarre worship and vague acts of what can only be described as transformation. and some areas deep inside the network underwent hasty demolition to seal them from known passages to the surface. Large portions of typed reports are missing. In late 1985/early 1986. a series of incidents took place at the base. There is still believed to still be a small presence at the base below Chernobyl. In the center. seeding the blast with radioactive material. There are photographs of explorers working various parts of the stone contraption. It involved what almost looked like a small temple. but what does exist chronicles the discovery. however. Some have been damaged by time. is a strange mechanism that appears to be a door of some sort. Underneath. recommendation by some of the officers at the base that the Network be sealed off from the outside. it is believed that organic matter was recovered from these breaches. Mental stability plummeted among explorers returning from deeper and longer pushes into the Network. and even of a cracked door. and pictures of explorers bearing bizarre wounds. However. Details of these incidents are highly classified and guarded by the Russian government to this day. Others still have been dismembered or disemboweled. Photographs show the temple walls covered with depictions of sacrifice and of terrific acts of violence. though these are thought to only be of areas already documented and near to the surface. No deep treks have been made in years. . the Soviet government demolished reactor #4. Reactor 4 was sealed in a concrete sarcophagus on the surface. Disappearances of personnel inside the cavern spiked suddenly. and there were even a small number of security breaches within the base itself. and it is speculated that periodic expeditions are made into the Network itself. scared witless. On April 26th. What follows are a few blurry pictures showing movement and splashes of unsettling colors.One strange. No organic remains were found nearby. I am currently sitting in front of my computer. The entire region was seeded. the report indicates that exploration of that particular area ceased. nothing but inky blackness beyond the gap in the stone. and a stern warning that the temple was never to be opened again. reports indicate that there was a sudden. surrounded by paltry stone dwellings.
which she’ll eat whole . which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. 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. or you saw it kill someone else. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death.it can only get you if you tell someone else about it. black eyes that wept bile. and was never seen again. terrified out of his mind. if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you. once it got back to your house. and she told him last night about how his parents died. and it stalked its victims back to their homes. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door. which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through. It was a girl with dead. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man. * Five times for your teeth. after finishing his tale. * Seven times for your soul.Today a friend of mine told me a story. she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you. The man.oh. They called it the White Death or the White Girl. * Thrice for your bones. that’s right.you can never pass while you’re in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. You can try to outrun her. but she’s faster than the fastest man. that he had tried to tell the police. * Twice for your muscle. Their bodies were . Now. stole a car from the mission. which she’ll polish and keep in a box. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco. and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. They were found in the morning. * Six times for your eyes. Next he had tried to tell his priest. which she’ll wear around her neck. 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. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy. it would start knocking on your door… * Once for you skin. but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now . which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. I forgot about that . skinned and dismembered. something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. but they would not listen. * Four times for your heart. which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened.
I found more notes. 28 times on the mirror in the hall. because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening. she should be done any moment. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. A moment later. because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in. deliberate knocking. Nice knowing you guys. places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note. I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.” I hung up. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. and had told him about that. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement. His aunt was really drunk the night before. I ignored it until the next morning.I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it. and now they were knocking on his door. and I could hear slow. Places that no one would ever look. those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. child-like handprints. places you'd never think of putting a note. Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS. under my DVD player's disc tray. let me know that my death is just moments away.covered in tiny. floating on the surface tension on the surface of my class of sprite I had in the living room. and he told me that he was being chased by someone. He held the phone away from his face for a minute. and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll. it’s been funjklm.the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO. I told him to stop shitting me. inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM. under my mousepad. She has to knock 28 times on my front door. and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom.WITNESS All this shit started when I found that little note. before the cops arrived. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago. I called him later that night. begging me to respond and help them. it read. I had no idea how long the paper had been there. and they all said the same thing every time. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper. I will not run . . His aunt had been murdered that night. Being the retard I am. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank. I'M RESPONDING. "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND". when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds. He told me this story early in the morning today at school..
In the instant before I turned around again I thought it must have fallen off. . the clearer the message on it became." and in larger letters. Getting dressed one morning for work. I rolled my eyes and responded again. I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror. because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. give it a rest" and threw it outside. 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. I waited and looked. which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet. 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. "I'M TRAPPED". only it was now on the opposite side of my room. and it's wooden backing. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along. I put it in a crack between my length mirror. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters. "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION.TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED. sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall." That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person. "how?" was all I wrote for my reply. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. but in the mirror it was still there. but it wasn't. but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day. Looking into it. until I stopped. "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and. though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. and wrote on the back of it again. while the third adds on length. looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D". the wind blew it away. the same one. The closer I got. nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. "WRITING IS 2D. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width. this prank is retarded. The fourth includes time. maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. BELOW YOU". I waved it around to dry it off a bit.I carefully picked it out of my drink. I noticed a square behind me on the wall. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion. "MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped. not creative enough to think of where to put it. "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. there was none. inside of some spam letter was the next note. it read "THANK YOU. the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace. still suck to the wall. VISION IS 2D. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it. later on. The next day I checked my mail. I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are. Turning around." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. I remember exactly where I put it.
All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window. But everyone misses you It’s the summer. and your IM lists are all empty. A search of the entire building. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket.I moved the fuck out of that house as soon as I could. the only cars are of the parked variety. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper. the whole of the building is unearthly silent. Don’t worry. But lately. . No life. or the automated peices of machinary. and sleeping a lot. Your phone’s been quiet for awhile. now. correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. I got the fuck rid of the mirror. and a piece of paper will flop out. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside. Any e-mails you send get no replies. You’ve spent this time lounging around. When you leave your apartment. before the next semester starts. and you’re out of your college classes for at least a week or two. you’ve gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. you can’t tell the difference. I also don't drink coffee anymore. Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. everything. They’re all empty. not out of place. sitting on the floor. even the big ones. It’s a cabinet. Nobody answers when you knock. the only movement is from the wind. On your door is pinned a note: “Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world. After five days of this.” The note is dated five days ago. Defeated. I check all my things. You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek. yeilds nothing. all alone. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls. No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while. the toaster. They don’t drop by. and even further beyond that. you slink back into the empty apartment complex. not particularly odd. Constantly.
She will hand you back a number of coins. There are reports of looking into an alternate world. they have simply ceased to be from present future and history. you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there. These channels. someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. from the city that is further away. Once there was this guy and he was pushed down the stairs by a robot and died. they wanted to talk to you. Just pray they aren’t talking about us. but someone has been removed from your life. several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures. They haven’t died. For the most part. amera stopped working this was the only You don’t know it. . with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other. while living in New Jersey receiving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia. should not occur. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. they haven’t moved. or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. but you can’t remember what … It was them. hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception.In some television markets. people get two different versions of the same channel. You go to do something. They point to the fact that the news tends to be getting worse over there. The next time you make a purchase. the ads are for products that you’ve never heard of. more separate from our own. these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming. The end. on technology that shouldn’t exist. on people that aren’t real. in reality. you’ll start to notice that the news reports major events that never occurred. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby–for example. However you still know they were there. and invading it for their own. and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewer-ship in the ever-competitive ratings race.
expressionless. But if your corpse stirs before you can find the way out. you’ll find yourself back at the edge of the desert where you started. Inside. then grinning for the last 2 seconds. you ask? Well. who started screaming after 45 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video. What does a corpse do with a second chance at life. you will hear groans and cries of pain in the distance. The few times you find something. If you search this. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. you will find nothing. if you look to the west at sunset you’ll be able to make out a tiny. If you make it out of the room. too… There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. As the night wears on. dusty shack. remember those groans and cries you heard crossing the desert? A reanimated corpse has to eat. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for . Wait for the sun to set completely and then you must WALK straight towards that structure without deviating. You must continue to move towards where you saw the building. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. house-shaped structure in the far distance. you’ll find yourself suddenly in front of a battered. You might recognize the clothes or possibly the face. Reports of the decay vary from recently dead to a skeleton with clothes.Somewhere in the middle of the Desert in Nevada. there’s a place where. But you must figure out how to leave the room and do it before your corpse awakens. YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions. You can inspect it for as long as you dare. Check it for wounds or clues to your death… check its pockets for clues about your future if you wish. 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. The full video lasts 2 minutes. The night will seem much longer than any normal night. This body is yours. but if you continue walking until the sun comes up again behind you. all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you. 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. Ignore them. you’ll be trapped in that room for eternity while your corpse is allowed to roam free.
The stronger the cigarette. Anything you could possibly think of. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it. At this point. Your eyes will no doubt be watering. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. Run to the light switch and flip it on. a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes.him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. making him more material than ethereal. 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. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. Make sure it's after 12pm. and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. but don’t blink. almost surely taking your life in the process. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. who was Jack the Ripper. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you. otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. and he'll answer true. which is why you’re instructed to bring two. and before you even realize it’s happened. stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. This will banish . The smoke in the room will begin to condense. which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. I am a heron. and that you look at your reflection at all times. Go to any high traffic bathroom. He’ll ask you for a cigarette. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter. the IP address being non-existant. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. so your hands should pass easily through his head. the room should be full of smoke. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. you can ask the shade any question you want. None of them dared look at the screen. And the man on the video has never been identified. the higher your success rate is. You can ask who shot JFK. A hotel bathroom is perfect. It must be a high traffic bathroom. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. Make sure there is a mirror present. At this point. Give the shade a cigarette. He should still be mostly smoke. they can see if they are out in the open. The person who uploaded the video was never found.
From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge. You’ll never be able to see anything good. and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. /b/ was just a dream. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. given his loss of sight. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you. but in them. no matter how warm it is. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring. but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house. and mostly healed. she went and sat opposite these people. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. you will be granted a kind of third sight. because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. Your dreams will always be nightmares. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. only the most horrific future events. . He'll have black hell dogs now. you’ll always be cold. According to the guy who told this story. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station. 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. As she was a little afraid. He looked up and down the carriage. 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. The man says "Thank God. I live in the UK. After this. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them.the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. The burning will be unbearable until then. All cauterized of course. you'll get off at the next station with me". She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her.
but it just might have been the movement of the car. Better safe the sorry. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since. People are being taken apart by the inside in hopes of fixing a problem. People are suffering. happy feeling I had last night is gone. I had to leave the hotel early. but it was too dark. Almost every picture was accounted for. before they showed up. I didn't check out. but I think their grins are getting bigger. I'm worried again. decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. even when not the one being admitted into it. (see pic PJ. and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. . who is an up-and-coming nature photographer. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip. Smitty's closes at nine. as she had camped by herself many times before. I took nothing from the room but put a do not disturb sign on the door. but something was strange about them. it's amazing that my wifi held up this long. I tired to use my binoculars to see if it was one of them. in file) You may notice you are nervous being inside of one. or just a young couple necking. but I saw one of them looking at me from the passenger's side. it was three in the morning. 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. These pictures were of her. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She wasn’t afraid of being alone. It passed by when I stopped for gas at this Esso. Some never make it. I noticed last night that there was a car parked in the Smitty's next to my room. I left the hotel at six. I'm not sure. The clean.A few months ago a friend of mine. there was a car following me scene Moncton. asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. Currently I am a few hundred kilometers away from the American border. save for one picture in each roll of film. I didn't want them to know that I left. People are dying. I fucking love you Rodgers.
and to have a family. People are being sliced and opened with sharp instruments with their raw flesh revealed. When you are in a ward you are just another among the dead. People are getting pricked with needles and giving themselves up to numbing drugs. 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. an ambulance is already on its way. It's a place of caring for others. Those whom are not dying-. There's a temporary morgue in almost every hospital. a hospital can be a comforting place.There's children in there who may not make it to live to see their adulthood. Others like you. But. with all of this aside. Technology is all around you.or already deceased-. You're exposed. You can look behind you now.are more likely than not being given solutions which could potentially harm them if used incorrectly. People give up their lives and years of education to be able to possibly save lives of others. They will never see what it was like to grow up. I'm sure you'll like it there in due time. Don't worry. You are given neutral. nearly tasteless food and drink for the sake of your nutrition. They will probably try with the best of their ability to get you back up on your feet into the world outside. for empathy. . I just wanted to make sure you were aware of such things. which could monitor people's every internal action.
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