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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
and heights could make poor footing lethal. the tape then showed her turning on the oven. and elongated faces? There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker . it remained in its stationary position. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there. Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse. Many things frighten humans instinctively. thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede. deep in the hidden eras before history began. and with good reason. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. sunken eyes. until the batteries in the camera died. instinctual. and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home. The fears are species-wide. For the remaining 45 minutes of video. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U. On more than one occasion though. elongated faces. In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. The fear is natural. quarter stamped with the date 2218. she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a babyshaped bundle in her arms. assassin of William McKinley. crawling inside. opening the door. police never released any information about the tape. and then closing the door behind her. sunken eyes. that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep. dark. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington. Pale skin. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened. predators could hide in darkness. 1901. and lasting fear of pale beings with dark. but rather a face which has yet to be identified. the oven could be seen shaking violently. .they only ever appear at night on quiet roads. 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. 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. New York. and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. was electrocuted for his crime on October 29. Leon Czolgosz. Eight minutes into the video. the the 25th President of the United States. after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it.S. or even the fact that it was found. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it. and the like. razor sharp teeth. sharp teeth. To avoid disturbing the local community.both her and her kitchen stove in the image. at Auburn Prison in Auburn.
try to resist the impulse to stop. As the static returns to normal.. you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are . Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life. That ringing covers up something else altogether. patient. but hardly chatty. If you are watching television. as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. Normal enough. reach under the seat or across to the glove box. someone who ran out of petrol. and what seems to be your station's signal return. usually with gloves. polite. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure. Not static as you know it. and the signal cuts out to static. casually.. these same events will reoccur. They have no wallets. This is completely wrong. you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. never carrying a sign. or during their experience. that smells of the ocean and is always damp. You learn soon this is not the case. even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. as you see yourself from behind. but you will not. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You must never watch that television again. turn the TV off immediately. But sometimes you won't. You'll never mean to. only a hollow cavity containing a single object. but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. They die easily enough. and subsequently. What exactly happens is unknown. A small vase. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. You will probably not notice at the time. the cause of your disappearance. no identification. heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. but with disastrous results. they're different inside. the static will suddenly pause. Unless you try killing them. swathed in a heavy coat and long pants. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again. you will be able to hear past the ringing. All sound in the room will cease. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. It will only play static. you will regain control of your body. The object varies. before you lose your gaze on the TV. and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. If you slice their belly open. no muscle. but somehow. But look underneath their clothes..seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights. 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. and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights. and the white noise of the TV comes back.. the white and black specs will slowly start to move again. There's no blood. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV. and maybe a little lucky. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. If you are quick. Time around and with you have paused completely. creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. as all sound is still absent. Once you possess a hitchhiker's object. forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice. and sometimes you might. quite unbreakable. however. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly. even when unplugged. looks away. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life. If you watch the static on TV for long enough. If you watch the static any longer. they will seem cordial enough. your body will freeze as well. If you stop. and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars. you just will. always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces. Examples include a single coin.
. and the future. If you can't see it. Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers. or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night... you must input it with the keyboard): for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance . they will start noticing you. burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas. it can't see you. 1)Cover yourself. 2) Don't make a noise. Because Adults forget the rules. they see things adults don't.. It attracts their attention.saying. Bright light. and they forget the rules. the present. enter this in the address bar (do not copypaste. but they cannot see. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream. It's not.. However. Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there. you would go insane. you must be careful. 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. Flashlights make it worse. Every whimper can lead to destruction.. To be able to see what you only dimly remember.would drive an adult crazy. And when you start noticing them. they fear the closet. Every child fears under their bed. 3) Don't move. You will hear things of the past.. hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back. If they don't. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -themaway? .. They see what is truly there. Scientists know that children are more perceptive.. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.. They see the monsters.
14/7/2007 11:00 AM It’s gone. because I think it’ll make me feel better. my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. There is always a way . who raised her. so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story. and informed my absentee landlord.Wait ~ 40 seconds. so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement. A weblog will appear. You will feel strange. or you will be jerked out of it. However. I’ve done all the proper things. God help us. her grandfather. It’s beautiful. I’ve already called the cops. JUST DON’T. Once you have access to the admin. I’ve moved out all my stuff. as you’ll see. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life. Louis. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life. and that event will never happen to you. It’s got a couple of weird things about it. Anyway. You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost. About two weeks after we move in. and you have only one chance to do this. you can delete any post you want. has a fucking stroke. and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. Add /admin/ to the address bar. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place). newly remodeled. double paned windows. About six months ago. it’s escaped.discovering it is never out of your reach even if it’s a meaningless string of letters. There’s only four units in . great insulation. Don’t fight the feeling. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen.
I’ve never built a house. the more info we had on eachother. with only one person talking. I could fnally stomp around. there was a mighty dry thump. On the other side of the bathroom. . Again. not quite regular drone. but it’s all gravy inside. some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out.the building. I pace it out with my feet. is the hall closet. About four weeks ago. so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. and switch on the light. Then one night. So in this one thick wall. I know when they fuck. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. Sure enough. Just a babbling. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. and small motor running. I felt a lot better at the time. They moved out six weeks ago. I learned to live with it. It’s spring. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm. and it sounds oddly hollow. becuase fuck. Then I kept hearing boards creeking. expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves. but sustained. And I’m sure they know the same about us. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. as I was brushing my teeth. It’s weird. but when you hear it every night for a while. We’re on the top floor. right behind me. the less we wanted to actually know each other. but also kind of awesome. but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent. I know when they take a shower. as it rose and fell every evening. watch porn and play rock band at full volume. it got weird. I open it up. where I heard the thump. and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Freaked me out at first. Really quiet at first. you just make excuses for it. even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling. my first in this building. or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined. The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. I know it sounds fucked up. No big deal. and then a tape measure just to confirm. I stayed really still till I was sure there wasn’t anyone in the house and then turned on all the lights in the house. and I was going to bed. on the second and third floors. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. It was about 1 am. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird.
I turn off every light when I leave a room. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. thank fucking god. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall. My laptop was still charging. Two things you should know about me at this point. About five minutes before the cab showed up. No matter what. the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. I stayed at a hotel that weekend. The doors were locked. like someone was looking down on me. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. my brand new plasma TV. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry. Then nothing. and I had the daylight on my side. rationalize. straight to my bedroom window. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar. It was all there. I get down there. rationalize. The light is on. and into the little room. and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. which is really just part of the garage. then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen.So. . And then the light goes out. While my friends were with me. and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag. My dad used to beat the shit out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. I moved it all out that afternoon. I checked out the apartment below me. I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention. everything is fine until last friday night. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds. Rationalize. and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place. Rationalization lost out. but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up. I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room. It happened in less than a second. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window.
maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. Still think I’d like to head back into the country. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment. but I guess this is like a clean slate for us. descended into it. which might be the one good thing about this. exposing the tiny crawl space between. along with a few additional helpers. Only a few members returned to the surface. and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa. to the space behind the walls. I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there.Only someone had hammered through this wall. I haven’t told her yet. They returned and told their friends of an immense underground cavern. and were not entirely sure of what they had seen. Chernobyl's reactor #4 exploded. leading up throught the darkness. their accounts . I mailed my keys to the landlord. though: they had entered what initially appeared to be a small cave that quickly expanded into a massive cavern. told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. As time progressed. and details became even less clear. a small group of people discovered a hole in the ground in the Chernobyl area. curious. I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. and I’m not sure if I will. They all were able to agree on a few things. Done my part. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them. these people. as well as some makeshift climbing gear that was comprised of little more than old ropes and small pulleys. that’s the official story. All I care about is never seeing that building again. Quit my shitty job. a rescue team was sent to search for them. And in this space flat against the wall. After their disappearance. The true story is one of the greatest cover-ups history has ever known. spreading radioactive fallout across Ukraine. Never again. they began to rationalize the experience. They were badly shaken (one was later institutionalized). I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge. and the team’s progress was very slow. A few days later. The group was not heard from again. The rescue team had advanced in increments. At least. One morning in 1986. in my apartment. packed whatever hiking gear they could get their hands on. a big round jagged whole. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. with one portion of the team remaining farther behind while the other continued inwards. but he died two nights ago. was a cheap hardware store ladder. it expanded into what appeared to be giant. Past that. or on the other side of a wall. At this point. In the late 1960s. and. I really don’t give a shit.. or hear people moving beneath my feet. bottomless expanse. The few survivors had been in one of the groups hanging behind. moving on. The cavern continued in many directions.
the name obviously stemming from a burst of subtle creativity on the part of the Soviet military.) Over the years. Some feature bas-reliefs of strange rituals and even stranger creatures. there were always whispers in dark corners of indescribable expanses. but barely. some appearing to be ancient. including reactor #4. many things were taken from The Network. Very few corpses were recovered from disastrous expeditions. . Rumors of these objects are not entirely common. were taken back to Chernobyl from deep within the Network. Some were so deep that the military had yet to find a bottom. Over the years that the base was in full operation. Oddly. Others were trapped or lost on treks into unexplored areas. It was eventually revealed to be a massive network of deep chasms and caves. Others still are photographs of bizarre. photographs and accounts of some of the data recovered from the Network have been leaked. Others still died more… questionable deaths. If any had survived whatever horrors they suddenly encountered. Stories abounded of explorers being *taken* by vaguely described creatures. or at the cost of mental stability. movements. Underneath it. and things. 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. Details are fuzzy. 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. Other stories involve tomes and manuscripts written in unknown languages. however. and some that were brought back were damaged in such a way that suggested mauling. and expeditions began to push farther inside the cavern. Construction of the nuclear power plant began in 1970. but it is apparent that some were lost in the network’s vast expanses. At first officials thought perhaps they had hallucinated. A number of artifacts. though some of these materials have not been identified. Whatever the case. But some of the details were too coincidental to have been mere hallucinations. the Russian military was establishing a bare-bones base of operations to explore the vast expanse that had been uncovered beneath the area. Details were wisely hidden from the public.become uncertain. (It was officially named such in 1975. Some fell to their deaths. one thing was certain: The rest of the team was dead. The plant itself was operational. viewed out of the corners of eyes. even by modern equipment. this base became better equipped. but there are stories of ancient urns and containers with bizarre carvings on the side. many people still disappeared inside the network. Despite the training given to exploration teams sent into the network. Morale was maintained on the base. some written on what appears to be (now petrified) human flesh. architectural features sticking out of the rock. particularly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. and despite the fact that the teams sent in were progressively more heavily armed. they were far beyond help inside that chasm. However regular proceedings were within the base. and clearly artificial. Over the years. strange architectures. Some are supposed to still contain substances.
reports indicate that there was a sudden. the Soviet government demolished reactor #4. Any moment now I am going to be killed. and highly classified. though these are thought to only be of areas already documented and near to the surface. In April 1986. report was leaked in the early 90s. many of the military base’s functions were shut down.One strange. Barriers between the surface and the greater Network were erected. but what does exist chronicles the discovery. Details of these incidents are highly classified and guarded by the Russian government to this day. depicting bizarre worship and vague acts of what can only be described as transformation. scared witless. Photographs show the temple walls covered with depictions of sacrifice and of terrific acts of violence. a series of incidents took place at the base. seeding the blast with radioactive material. and it is speculated that periodic expeditions are made into the Network itself. However. What follows are a few blurry pictures showing movement and splashes of unsettling colors. There are photographs of explorers working various parts of the stone contraption. Mental stability plummeted among explorers returning from deeper and longer pushes into the Network. and later evacuated. No organic remains were found nearby. Large portions of typed reports are missing. No deep treks have been made in years. Some have been damaged by time. it is believed that organic matter was recovered from these breaches. Others still have been dismembered or disemboweled. is a strange mechanism that appears to be a door of some sort. and a stern warning that the temple was never to be opened again. Disappearances of personnel inside the cavern spiked suddenly. nothing but inky blackness beyond the gap in the stone. and even of a cracked door. surrounded by paltry stone dwellings. The entire region was seeded. . Reactor 4 was sealed in a concrete sarcophagus on the surface. however. and some areas deep inside the network underwent hasty demolition to seal them from known passages to the surface. On April 26th. while others are inconceivable in nature. I am currently sitting in front of my computer. the report indicates that exploration of that particular area ceased. recommendation by some of the officers at the base that the Network be sealed off from the outside. In the center. There is still believed to still be a small presence at the base below Chernobyl. In late 1985/early 1986. It involved what almost looked like a small temple. After the date stamped on the more disturbing pictures. and pictures of explorers bearing bizarre wounds. and there were even a small number of security breaches within the base itself. Underneath. and urgent.
but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now . which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through. if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you. They called it the White Death or the White Girl. I forgot about that . And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door. but she’s faster than the fastest man. * Seven times for your soul. Their bodies were . and she told him last night about how his parents died. They were found in the morning. You can try to outrun her. * Twice for your muscle. after finishing his tale. once it got back to your house. * Six times for your eyes. which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims. black eyes that wept bile. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. which she’ll eat whole . which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. which she’ll polish and keep in a box.oh. skinned and dismembered. * Thrice for your bones.it can only get you if you tell someone else about it. she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you. * Four times for your heart. Now. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man.you can never pass while you’re in her stomach. stole a car from the mission. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. but they would not listen. and it stalked its victims back to their homes. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy. It was a girl with dead. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): “They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night. which she’ll wear around her neck. something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. terrified out of his mind. 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. * Five times for your teeth.Today a friend of mine told me a story. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco. The man. and was never seen again. Next he had tried to tell his priest. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. that he had tried to tell the police. or you saw it kill someone else. it would start knocking on your door… * Once for you skin. that’s right.
I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. and now they were knocking on his door. . it read. Nice knowing you guys. I'M RESPONDING. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more. I found more notes. and they all said the same thing every time. He told me this story early in the morning today at school. inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM. He held the phone away from his face for a minute. under my mousepad. and I could hear slow.the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. child-like handprints. 28 times on the mirror in the hall. Places that no one would ever look. one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it. before the cops arrived. I called him later that night. it’s been funjklm. Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. and had told him about that. under my DVD player's disc tray..” I hung up. when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds. places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note.covered in tiny. and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. I told him to stop shitting me. "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND". because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening. She has to knock 28 times on my front door. begging me to respond and help them. His aunt was really drunk the night before.WITNESS All this shit started when I found that little note. Being the retard I am. I had no idea how long the paper had been there. I will not run . places you'd never think of putting a note. and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. His aunt had been murdered that night. deliberate knocking. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper. let me know that my death is just moments away. floating on the surface tension on the surface of my class of sprite I had in the living room. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank. because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in. A moment later. and he told me that he was being chased by someone. between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. I ignored it until the next morning. she should be done any moment.
but it wasn't. I rolled my eyes and responded again.TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED.I carefully picked it out of my drink. still suck to the wall. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook." That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person. The fourth includes time. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion. I waved it around to dry it off a bit. BELOW YOU". because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. 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. VISION IS 2D. "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and. I put it in a crack between my length mirror. there was none. inside of some spam letter was the next note. while the third adds on length. The next day I checked my mail. "I'M TRAPPED". Getting dressed one morning for work. the wind blew it away. until I stopped. "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. it read "THANK YOU. The closer I got. I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width. I noticed a square behind me on the wall. Looking into it. Turning around. and wrote on the back of it again. my reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. I remember exactly where I put it. give it a rest" and threw it outside. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. I waited and looked." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. the same one. which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet." and in larger letters. sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters. I just threw it behind my couch. "MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped. As soon as I let go it slid out of sight and I didn't see any papers again for a year and a half. looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D". . but in the mirror it was still there. "WRITING IS 2D. this prank is retarded. though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. "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. I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror. not creative enough to think of where to put it. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it. the clearer the message on it became. later on. only it was now on the opposite side of my room. the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace. nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. "how?" was all I wrote for my reply. and it's wooden backing.
the whole of the building is unearthly silent. After five days of this. Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. You’ve spent this time lounging around. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside. They’re all empty. No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. not particularly odd. But everyone misses you It’s the summer. before the next semester starts. and sleeping a lot. I got the fuck rid of the mirror. They don’t drop by. Your phone’s been quiet for awhile. Nobody answers when you knock. I also don't drink coffee anymore. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket. When you leave your apartment. All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window. you slink back into the empty apartment complex. and even further beyond that. and your IM lists are all empty. not out of place. You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek. On your door is pinned a note: “Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world. It’s a cabinet. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. Don’t worry. I check all my things. . and a piece of paper will flop out. Defeated. Constantly. yeilds nothing. But lately. you can’t tell the difference.” The note is dated five days ago. Any e-mails you send get no replies. the only movement is from the wind. the only cars are of the parked variety.I moved the fuck out of that house as soon as I could. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls. you’ve gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper. the toaster. all alone. even the big ones. No life. everything. A search of the entire building. and you’re out of your college classes for at least a week or two. sitting on the floor. now. or the automated peices of machinary.
the ads are for products that you’ve never heard of. and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewer-ship in the ever-competitive ratings race. from the city that is further away. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception. The next time you make a purchase. but someone has been removed from your life. amera stopped working this was the only You don’t know it. However you still know they were there. should not occur. several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures. with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other. or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. and invading it for their own. on people that aren’t real. She will hand you back a number of coins. There are reports of looking into an alternate world. . For the most part. more separate from our own. they have simply ceased to be from present future and history. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city. The end. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby–for example. while living in New Jersey receiving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia. on technology that shouldn’t exist. these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming. but you can’t remember what … It was them. you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there. Just pray they aren’t talking about us. someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. in reality. Once there was this guy and he was pushed down the stairs by a robot and died. they haven’t moved. people get two different versions of the same channel. you’ll start to notice that the news reports major events that never occurred. hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. They point to the fact that the news tends to be getting worse over there. These channels. They haven’t died.In some television markets. they wanted to talk to you. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. You go to do something.
The background is undefined. Inside. remember those groans and cries you heard crossing the desert? A reanimated corpse has to eat. You must continue to move towards where you saw the building. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. 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. The few times you find something. Check it for wounds or clues to your death… check its pockets for clues about your future if you wish. This is only part of the actual video. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. there’s a place where. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. house-shaped structure in the far distance. dusty shack. so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. This body is yours. If you search this. But you must figure out how to leave the room and do it before your corpse awakens. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member. too… There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. you’ll find yourself suddenly in front of a battered. The night will seem much longer than any normal night.Somewhere in the middle of the Desert in Nevada. Ignore them. 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 your corpse stirs before you can find the way out. expressionless. Reports of the decay vary from recently dead to a skeleton with clothes. you’ll be trapped in that room for eternity while your corpse is allowed to roam free. If you make it out of the room. who started screaming after 45 seconds. Wait for the sun to set completely and then you must WALK straight towards that structure without deviating. if you look to the west at sunset you’ll be able to make out a tiny. As the night wears on. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. you will find nothing. The full video lasts 2 minutes. you’ll find yourself back at the edge of the desert where you started. you will hear groans and cries of pain in the distance. all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you. YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions. You can inspect it for as long as you dare. You might recognize the clothes or possibly the face. then grinning for the last 2 seconds. you ask? Well. What does a corpse do with a second chance at life. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for . but if you continue walking until the sun comes up again behind you.
making him more material than ethereal. and that you look at your reflection at all times. they can see if they are out in the open. the room should be full of smoke. otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. And the man on the video has never been identified. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. You can ask who shot JFK. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. The smoke in the room will begin to condense. which is why you’re instructed to bring two. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you. At this point.him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. and he'll answer true. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter. Make sure there is a mirror present. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. It must be a high traffic bathroom. the IP address being non-existant. If you don't repost this comment on 10 other pages I will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied. so your hands should pass easily through his head. He should still be mostly smoke. The person who uploaded the video was never found. Your eyes will no doubt be watering. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. Give the shade a cigarette. you can ask the shade any question you want. None of them dared look at the screen. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. but don’t blink. Anything you could possibly think of. He’ll ask you for a cigarette. The stronger the cigarette. almost surely taking your life in the process. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it. and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. A hotel bathroom is perfect. Make sure it's after 12pm. Run to the light switch and flip it on. and before you even realize it’s happened. Go to any high traffic bathroom. the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features. who was Jack the Ripper. This will banish . I am a heron. the higher your success rate is. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. At this point.
no matter how warm it is. As she was a little afraid. and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring. He looked up and down the carriage. According to the guy who told this story. only the most horrific future events. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge. You wake up one morning and find all *chan websites never existed. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. After this. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. You’ll never be able to see anything good. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her. allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. and mostly healed. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. The burning will be unbearable until then. Your dreams will always be nightmares. I live in the UK. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. you'll get off at the next station with me". The man says "Thank God. you will be granted a kind of third sight. . I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house. All cauterized of course. you’ll always be cold. took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. but in them. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror. given his loss of sight. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. 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. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station. /b/ was just a dream. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. She was scared but thought the best idea would be to get off at the next station as he asked as there might be people around. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you. she went and sat opposite these people.the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. He'll have black hell dogs now.
I noticed last night that there was a car parked in the Smitty's next to my room. People are being taken apart by the inside in hopes of fixing a problem. 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'm worried again. I tired to use my binoculars to see if it was one of them. People are dying. or just a young couple necking. in file) You may notice you are nervous being inside of one. I fucking love you Rodgers. decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. . it's amazing that my wifi held up this long. People are suffering. These pictures were of her. but I think their grins are getting bigger. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip. It passed by when I stopped for gas at this Esso. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. save for one picture in each roll of film. Almost every picture was accounted for. but it was too dark. but it just might have been the movement of the car. I didn't want them to know that I left. Better safe the sorry. before they showed up. it was three in the morning. Some never make it. She wasn’t afraid of being alone.A few months ago a friend of mine. I left the hotel at six. I didn't check out. asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. Currently I am a few hundred kilometers away from the American border. The clean. and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since. as she had camped by herself many times before. but I saw one of them looking at me from the passenger's side. (see pic PJ. who is an up-and-coming nature photographer. even when not the one being admitted into it. happy feeling I had last night is gone. there was a car following me scene Moncton. I'm not sure. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. I had to leave the hotel early. but something was strange about them. I took nothing from the room but put a do not disturb sign on the door. Smitty's closes at nine.
People are being sliced and opened with sharp instruments with their raw flesh revealed. nearly tasteless food and drink for the sake of your nutrition. Technology is all around you. You give your full trust to a man or woman you probably do not know and whom can do as they please with you given the chances. It's a place of caring for others. Others like you. with all of this aside. for empathy.or already deceased-. I'm sure you'll like it there in due time. which could monitor people's every internal action. People give up their lives and years of education to be able to possibly save lives of others. You can look behind you now. People are getting pricked with needles and giving themselves up to numbing drugs. You're exposed.There's children in there who may not make it to live to see their adulthood. an ambulance is already on its way. They will probably try with the best of their ability to get you back up on your feet into the world outside. . a hospital can be a comforting place. Those whom are not dying-. They will never see what it was like to grow up.are more likely than not being given solutions which could potentially harm them if used incorrectly. There's a temporary morgue in almost every hospital. But. Don't worry. When you are in a ward you are just another among the dead. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of such things. and to have a family. You are given neutral.
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