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