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