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