There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map.

It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase. The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood. However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out. The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied. “You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! The voice assured. “You were born on September 17, 1827?” "Yes!" “The gravestone here says you died on February 19?” "No I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!" “Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close

button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, “That was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”

I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.

There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep. You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include

deep in the hidden eras before history began. after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. To avoid disturbing the local community. Many things frighten humans instinctively. 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. sharp teeth. elongated faces. Leon Czolgosz. sunken eyes. sunken eyes. Pale skin. For the remaining 45 minutes of video. .both her and her kitchen stove in the image. was electrocuted for his crime on October 29. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many. thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede. and heights could make poor footing lethal. razor sharp teeth. predators could hide in darkness. stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U. she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a babyshaped bundle in her arms. and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. and then closing the door behind her. or even the fact that it was found. the tape then showed her turning on the oven. but rather a face which has yet to be identified. instinctual. dark. the the 25th President of the United States. at Auburn Prison in Auburn. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington.they only ever appear at night on quiet roads. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. and elongated faces? There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker . The fear is natural. and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. Eight minutes into the video. assassin of William McKinley. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened. police never released any information about the tape. that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep. until the batteries in the camera died. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there. crawling inside. quarter stamped with the date 2218. and lasting fear of pale beings with dark. New York. and the like. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it. the oven could be seen shaking violently. On more than one occasion though. The fears are species-wide. and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. and with good reason. In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. 1901.S. opening the door. it remained in its stationary position. 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. neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse.

someone who ran out of petrol. but hardly chatty. If you watch the static any longer. no muscle. you just will. but with disastrous results. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights.seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights. You'll never mean to. As the static returns to normal. but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are . If you watch the static on TV for long enough.. There's no blood. never carrying a sign. Not static as you know it. the cause of your disappearance. They die easily enough. but somehow. patient. Examples include a single coin. usually with gloves. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. 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. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure. forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at. and maybe a little lucky.. and sometimes you might. You will probably not notice at the time. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice. If you are watching television. That ringing covers up something else altogether. turn the TV off immediately. but you will not. and the signal cuts out to static. creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. quite unbreakable. and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. however. and subsequently. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV. you will regain control of your body.. and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. or during their experience. casually. no identification. Unless you try killing them.. even when unplugged. try to resist the impulse to stop. always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly. as you see yourself from behind. Once you possess a hitchhiker's object. Time around and with you have paused completely. and the white noise of the TV comes back. looks away. heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. If you stop. and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again. you will be able to hear past the ringing. You must never watch that television again. as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. swathed in a heavy coat and long pants. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. All sound in the room will cease. you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. as all sound is still absent. If you are quick. reach under the seat or across to the glove box. only a hollow cavity containing a single object. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. A small vase. It will only play static. But look underneath their clothes. If you slice their belly open. You learn soon this is not the case. that smells of the ocean and is always damp. they will seem cordial enough. But sometimes you won't. polite. the static will suddenly pause. they're different inside. and what seems to be your station's signal return. They have no wallets. The object varies. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. the white and black specs will slowly start to move again. What exactly happens is unknown. your body will freeze as well. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. before you lose your gaze on the TV. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life. Normal enough. these same events will reoccur. This is completely wrong.

It attracts their attention. 1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it.saying. 3) Don't move.. They see what is truly there. Bright light. 4) Only light can make them go away. enter this in the address bar (do not copypaste. Flashlights make it worse... They see the monsters. Scientists know that children are more perceptive. However. the present.. If they don't. 2) Don't make a noise. You will hear things of the past. or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. To be able to see what you only dimly remember. burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body. Teens are caught in the middle. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.. Every child fears under their bed. they will start noticing you. It's not. Every whimper can lead to destruction. you would go insane.. they fear the closet. hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back. subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -themaway? . but they cannot see. you must input it with the keyboard): for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance . If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night. Because Adults forget the rules.. they see things adults don't... you must be careful.would drive an adult crazy.. and the future. They still feel what's there. And when you start noticing them. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. it can't see you. and they forget the rules.. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP). Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers.

because I think it’ll make me feel better. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. Don’t fight the feeling. and informed my absentee landlord. her grandfather. Add /admin/ to the address bar. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life. Anyway. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. and you have only one chance to do this. I’ve already called the cops. I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life. and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. It’s beautiful. who raised her. However.Wait ~ 40 seconds. JUST DON’T. There’s only four units in .discovering it is never out of your reach even if it’s a meaningless string of letters. my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice. so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story. It’s got a couple of weird things about it. A weblog will appear. so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. 14/7/2007 11:00 AM It’s gone. newly remodeled. great insulation. There is always a way . It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place). I’ve moved out all my stuff. God help us. it’s escaped. and that event will never happen to you. as you’ll see. you can delete any post you want. Louis. You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost. has a fucking stroke. double paned windows. About two weeks after we move in. You will feel strange. Once you have access to the admin. About six months ago. or you will be jerked out of it. I’ve done all the proper things.

It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation. Really quiet at first. On the other side of the bathroom. is the hall closet. where I heard the thump. It’s weird. I open it up. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. on the second and third floors. and it sounds oddly hollow. but it’s all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. Again. as it rose and fell every evening. Then one night. as I was brushing my teeth. I know when they take a shower. even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me. I know it sounds fucked up. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling. and I was going to bed. I’ve never built a house. It was kinda weird. The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. the more info we had on eachother. I learned to live with it. Sure enough. So in this one thick wall. Just a babbling. 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. right behind me. and switch on the light. becuase fuck. . there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent. watch porn and play rock band at full volume. About four weeks ago.the building. It was about 1 am. It’s spring. you just make excuses for it. but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. with only one person talking. I pace it out with my feet. We’re on the top floor. Freaked me out at first. I know when they fuck. but sustained. I felt a lot better at the time. No big deal. The walls and floors are paper thin. there was a mighty dry thump. the less we wanted to actually know each other. my first in this building. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. but when you hear it every night for a while. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves. it got weird. and then a tape measure just to confirm. I could fnally stomp around. rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. not quite regular drone. but also kind of awesome. or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined. and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. and small motor running. Then I kept hearing boards creeking. And I’m sure they know the same about us.

No matter what. rationalize. It happened in less than a second. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window. I get down there. and I had the daylight on my side. not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention. I moved it all out that afternoon. Rationalize.So. and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. 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 start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag. and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. I stayed at a hotel that weekend. Then nothing. my brand new plasma TV. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room. thank fucking god. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds. and into the little room. While my friends were with me. but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. The light is on. straight to my bedroom window. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall. Two things you should know about me at this point. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry. the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds. then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen. Rationalization lost out. I turn off every light when I leave a room. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar. About five minutes before the cab showed up. And then the light goes out. The doors were locked. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. My laptop was still charging. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up. It was all there. which is really just part of the garage. rationalize. I checked out the apartment below me. like someone was looking down on me.

it expanded into what appeared to be giant. And in this space flat against the wall. leading up throught the darkness. They were badly shaken (one was later institutionalized). in my apartment. bottomless expanse. At least. I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. The group was not heard from again. I really don’t give a shit. along with a few additional helpers. or on the other side of a wall. Only a few members returned to the surface. a small group of people discovered a hole in the ground in the Chernobyl area. and were not entirely sure of what they had seen. As time progressed. They returned and told their friends of an immense underground cavern. After their disappearance. At this point. curious. their accounts . but he died two nights ago. and the team’s progress was very slow. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. Still think I’d like to head back into the country.. The cavern continued in many directions. exposing the tiny crawl space between. which might be the one good thing about this. Past that. I haven’t told her yet. and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa. Quit my shitty job. The rescue team had advanced in increments. though: they had entered what initially appeared to be a small cave that quickly expanded into a massive cavern. but I guess this is like a clean slate for us. Done my part. Never again. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them. was a cheap hardware store ladder. One morning in 1986. A few days later. The true story is one of the greatest cover-ups history has ever known. descended into it. a big round jagged whole. In the late 1960s. maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. to the space behind the walls. with one portion of the team remaining farther behind while the other continued inwards. The few survivors had been in one of the groups hanging behind. spreading radioactive fallout across Ukraine. as well as some makeshift climbing gear that was comprised of little more than old ropes and small pulleys. a rescue team was sent to search for them. and I’m not sure if I will. and. these people. packed whatever hiking gear they could get their hands on. told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. They all were able to agree on a few things. and details became even less clear. or hear people moving beneath my feet. that’s the official story. moving on. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment. I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there. I mailed my keys to the landlord. they began to rationalize the experience.Only someone had hammered through this wall. I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge. All I care about is never seeing that building again. Chernobyl's reactor #4 exploded.

Construction of the nuclear power plant began in 1970. one thing was certain: The rest of the team was dead. (It was officially named such in 1975. however. Some feature bas-reliefs of strange rituals and even stranger creatures. Others were trapped or lost on treks into unexplored areas. 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. . Oddly. but barely. the Russian military was establishing a bare-bones base of operations to explore the vast expanse that had been uncovered beneath the area. Other stories involve tomes and manuscripts written in unknown languages. were taken back to Chernobyl from deep within the Network. But some of the details were too coincidental to have been mere hallucinations. photographs and accounts of some of the data recovered from the Network have been leaked. The plant itself was operational. though some of these materials have not been identified. At first officials thought perhaps they had hallucinated. this base became better equipped. Over the years. Despite the training given to exploration teams sent into the network. and some that were brought back were damaged in such a way that suggested mauling. Some are supposed to still contain substances. Whatever the case. It was eventually revealed to be a massive network of deep chasms and caves.become uncertain. Some were so deep that the military had yet to find a bottom. However regular proceedings were within the base. Details were wisely hidden from the public. Details are fuzzy. some appearing to be ancient. Stories abounded of explorers being *taken* by vaguely described creatures. If any had survived whatever horrors they suddenly encountered. Morale was maintained on the base. Over the years that the base was in full operation. many things were taken from The Network. and things. many people still disappeared inside the network. and despite the fact that the teams sent in were progressively more heavily armed. they were far beyond help inside that chasm. Very few corpses were recovered from disastrous expeditions. or at the cost of mental stability. strange architectures. even by modern equipment. some written on what appears to be (now petrified) human flesh. Underneath it. Some fell to their deaths. movements. the name obviously stemming from a burst of subtle creativity on the part of the Soviet military. architectural features sticking out of the rock. 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. there were always whispers in dark corners of indescribable expanses. but it is apparent that some were lost in the network’s vast expanses. but there are stories of ancient urns and containers with bizarre carvings on the side. and clearly artificial. A number of artifacts. Rumors of these objects are not entirely common. Others still died more… questionable deaths.) Over the years. viewed out of the corners of eyes. Others still are photographs of bizarre. and expeditions began to push farther inside the cavern. including reactor #4. particularly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union.

Reactor 4 was sealed in a concrete sarcophagus on the surface. recommendation by some of the officers at the base that the Network be sealed off from the outside. depicting bizarre worship and vague acts of what can only be described as transformation. reports indicate that there was a sudden. Disappearances of personnel inside the cavern spiked suddenly. while others are inconceivable in nature. however. the Soviet government demolished reactor #4. and urgent.One strange. Others still have been dismembered or disemboweled. . There are photographs of explorers working various parts of the stone contraption. and even of a cracked door. Photographs show the temple walls covered with depictions of sacrifice and of terrific acts of violence. However. and it is speculated that periodic expeditions are made into the Network itself. Barriers between the surface and the greater Network were erected. it is believed that organic matter was recovered from these breaches. nothing but inky blackness beyond the gap in the stone. The entire region was seeded. There is still believed to still be a small presence at the base below Chernobyl. What follows are a few blurry pictures showing movement and splashes of unsettling colors. many of the military base’s functions were shut down. On April 26th. In April 1986. and pictures of explorers bearing bizarre wounds. Details of these incidents are highly classified and guarded by the Russian government to this day. and highly classified. It involved what almost looked like a small temple. but what does exist chronicles the discovery. Mental stability plummeted among explorers returning from deeper and longer pushes into the Network. and a stern warning that the temple was never to be opened again. and there were even a small number of security breaches within the base itself. a series of incidents took place at the base. No organic remains were found nearby. and some areas deep inside the network underwent hasty demolition to seal them from known passages to the surface. scared witless. the report indicates that exploration of that particular area ceased. is a strange mechanism that appears to be a door of some sort. report was leaked in the early 90s. Any moment now I am going to be killed. seeding the blast with radioactive material. After the date stamped on the more disturbing pictures. In late 1985/early 1986. In the center. Underneath. I am currently sitting in front of my computer. though these are thought to only be of areas already documented and near to the surface. surrounded by paltry stone dwellings. Large portions of typed reports are missing. Some have been damaged by time. and later evacuated. No deep treks have been made in years.

which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. once it got back to your house. * Twice for your muscle. and was never seen again. if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you. she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you. something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. and she told him last night about how his parents died. which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones can only get you if you tell someone else about it. * Seven times for your soul. Next he had tried to tell his priest. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. which she’ll wear around her neck. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy. 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. that he had tried to tell the police. and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man. but they would not listen. but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now . that’s right. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. terrified out of his mind. stole a car from the mission. * Five times for your teeth. It was a girl with dead. Now. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. * Thrice for your bones. which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco. 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. * Six times for your eyes. and it stalked its victims back to their homes. skinned and dismembered. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. which she’ll eat whole . Their bodies were . it would start knocking on your door… * Once for you skin. I forgot about that . They called it the White Death or the White Girl. * Four times for your heart. The man. You can try to outrun her. but she’s faster than the fastest man. black eyes that wept bile. or you saw it kill someone else. which she’ll polish and keep in a box. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs. after finishing his can never pass while you’re in her stomach. which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.Today a friend of mine told me a story. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door. They were found in the morning.

because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening. Being the retard I am. under my DVD player's disc tray. She has to knock 28 times on my front door. I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.” I hung up. it’s been funjklm. A moment later. I found more notes.. and he told me that he was being chased by someone. and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". He held the phone away from his face for a minute. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago. . Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS. because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in. child-like handprints. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM. it read. places you'd never think of putting a note.the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO.WITNESS All this shit started when I found that little note. I had no idea how long the paper had been there. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper. and had told him about that. Nice knowing you guys. begging me to respond and help them. His aunt was really drunk the night before. between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll. I told him to stop shitting me. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank. under my mousepad.I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. floating on the surface tension on the surface of my class of sprite I had in the living room. deliberate knocking. one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement. those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. and they all said the same thing every time. His aunt had been murdered that night. Places that no one would ever look. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more. 28 times on the mirror in the hall. and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds. let me know that my death is just moments away. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND". before the cops arrived. I called him later that night. He told me this story early in the morning today at school. places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note. she should be done any moment. I will not run . and I could hear slow. I ignored it until the next morning. I'M RESPONDING.covered in tiny. and now they were knocking on his door.

" and in larger letters. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along. sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall. it read "THANK YOU. but in the mirror it was still there. the same one. "MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped. I put it in a crack between my length mirror. though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. Turning around. which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion. maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. I just threw it behind my couch. there was none. nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. Getting dressed one morning for work. but it wasn't. still suck to the wall.I carefully picked it out of my drink. because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width. "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. the clearer the message on it became. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters. "I'M TRAPPED". "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. my reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. and it's wooden backing. VISION IS 2D. I noticed a square behind me on the wall. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. The fourth includes time. The closer I got. "WRITING IS 2D. The next day I checked my mail. I rolled my eyes and responded again. not creative enough to think of where to put it. this prank is retarded. but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day. until I stopped." That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person. I remember exactly where I put it.TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED. I waved it around to dry it off a bit. Looking into it. I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror. 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. give it a rest" and threw it outside. . BELOW YOU". looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D". while the third adds on length. later on. inside of some spam letter was the next note. the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace. In the instant before I turned around again I thought it must have fallen off. and wrote on the back of it again. I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are. the wind blew it away. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. only it was now on the opposite side of my room. I waited and looked. "how?" was all I wrote for my reply.

the toaster. and a piece of paper will flop out. before the next semester starts. the only movement is from the wind. the only cars are of the parked variety. On your door is pinned a note: “Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world. No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. But everyone misses you It’s the summer. sitting on the floor. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls. I check all my things. all alone. They’re all empty. When you leave your apartment. No life. Any e-mails you send get no replies. everything. not particularly odd. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper. and you’re out of your college classes for at least a week or two. Don’t worry. and your IM lists are all empty. Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. I also don't drink coffee anymore. Defeated. the whole of the building is unearthly silent. correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket. Constantly. A search of the entire building. even the big ones. You’ve spent this time lounging around.” The note is dated five days ago. not out of place. and sleeping a lot. . now. Your phone’s been quiet for awhile. you’ve gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside. You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek. or the automated peices of machinary. I got the fuck rid of the mirror. After five days of this. Nobody answers when you knock. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. you can’t tell the difference. yeilds nothing. But lately. It’s a cabinet. and even further beyond that. They don’t drop by. All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window.I moved the fuck out of that house as soon as I could. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while. you slink back into the empty apartment complex.

They point to the fact that the news tends to be getting worse over there. several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures. Once there was this guy and he was pushed down the stairs by a robot and died. they wanted to talk to you. However you still know they were there. but someone has been removed from your life. these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming. should not occur. and invading it for their own. amera stopped working this was the only You don’t know it. . from the city that is further away. but you can’t remember what … It was them. on people that aren’t real. the ads are for products that you’ve never heard of. For the most part. The next time you make a purchase. more separate from our own. with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other. 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. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city. on technology that shouldn’t exist. She will hand you back a number of coins. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception. you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there. The end. they have simply ceased to be from present future and history. and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewer-ship in the ever-competitive ratings race. in reality. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. There are reports of looking into an alternate world. someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. These channels. or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. they haven’t moved. Just pray they aren’t talking about us. while living in New Jersey receiving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia.In some television markets. They haven’t died. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby–for example. You go to do something.

You must continue to move towards where you saw the building. you’ll be trapped in that room for eternity while your corpse is allowed to roam free. You might recognize the clothes or possibly the face. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for . Reports of the decay vary from recently dead to a skeleton with clothes. Inside. As the night wears on. you’ll find yourself suddenly in front of a battered. dusty shack. This body is yours. expressionless. so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The night will seem much longer than any normal night. then grinning for the last 2 seconds. remember those groans and cries you heard crossing the desert? A reanimated corpse has to eat. The full video lasts 2 minutes.Somewhere in the middle of the Desert in Nevada. If you search this. you will find nothing. 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. if you look to the west at sunset you’ll be able to make out a tiny. you’ll find yourself back at the edge of the desert where you started. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member. What does a corpse do with a second chance at life. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. you will find no windows or doors (including the one you just came though) and in the center of the room will be a body. You can inspect it for as long as you dare. Check it for wounds or clues to your death… check its pockets for clues about your future if you wish. all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you. Ignore them. 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. who started screaming after 45 seconds. Wait for the sun to set completely and then you must WALK straight towards that structure without deviating. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. you will hear groans and cries of pain in the distance. The few times you find something. too… There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. But you must figure out how to leave the room and do it before your corpse awakens. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. you ask? Well. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. The background is undefined. house-shaped structure in the far distance. This is only part of the actual video. there’s a place where. If you make it out of the room. But if your corpse stirs before you can find the way out.

Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do.him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. the higher your success rate is. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. It must be a high traffic bathroom. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied. Your eyes will no doubt be watering. Anything you could possibly think of. making him more material than ethereal. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter. He’ll ask you for a cigarette. Make sure it's after 12pm. who was Jack the Ripper. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it. I am a heron. stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. The smoke in the room will begin to condense. The person who uploaded the video was never found. almost surely taking your life in the process. but don’t blink. At this point. Go to any high traffic bathroom. and he'll answer true. None of them dared look at the screen. and before you even realize it’s happened. A hotel bathroom is perfect. so your hands should pass easily through his head. Make sure there is a mirror present. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. you can ask the shade any question you want. This will banish . 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. And the man on the video has never been identified. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. which is why you’re instructed to bring two. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. the IP address being non-existant. the room should be full of smoke. which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. Run to the light switch and flip it on. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. The stronger the cigarette. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. Give the shade a cigarette. You can ask who shot JFK. He should still be mostly smoke. At this point. and that you look at your reflection at all times. they can see if they are out in the open. the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features.

And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. she went and sat opposite these people. He looked up and down the carriage. took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. 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. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". Your dreams will always be nightmares. you’ll always be cold. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house. All cauterized of course. because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. only the most horrific future events. . I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. After this. no matter how warm it is. you will be granted a kind of third sight. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. 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. According to the guy who told this story. the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station. /b/ was just a dream. You wake up one morning and find all *chan websites never existed. and mostly healed. He'll have black hell dogs now. The man says "Thank God. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. given his loss of sight. You’ll never be able to see anything good. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. you'll get off at the next station with me". The burning will be unbearable until then. but in them. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. I live in the UK. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge. allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance.the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. As she was a little afraid. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her.

there was a car following me scene Moncton. The clean. People are dying. I noticed last night that there was a car parked in the Smitty's next to my room. She wasn’t afraid of being alone. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. I left the hotel at six. Almost every picture was accounted for. Smitty's closes at nine. but I think their grins are getting bigger. but it just might have been the movement of the car. save for one picture in each roll of film. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. but I saw one of them looking at me from the passenger's side. or just a young couple necking. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip. but something was strange about them. I tired to use my binoculars to see if it was one of them. People are suffering. People are being taken apart by the inside in hopes of fixing a problem. in file) You may notice you are nervous being inside of one. Better safe the sorry. It passed by when I stopped for gas at this Esso. Currently I am a few hundred kilometers away from the American border. I didn't want them to know that I left. (see pic PJ. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since. as she had camped by herself many times before. before they showed up. I fucking love you Rodgers. These pictures were of her. I didn't check out.A few months ago a friend of mine. happy feeling I had last night is gone. . even when not the one being admitted into it. Some never make it. I'm not sure. I'm worried again. asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. but it was too dark. it's amazing that my wifi held up this long. 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. who is an up-and-coming nature photographer. decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. I took nothing from the room but put a do not disturb sign on the door. it was three in the morning. I had to leave the hotel early.

or already deceased-. which could monitor people's every internal action. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of such things. When you are in a ward you are just another among the dead. There's a temporary morgue in almost every hospital. with all of this aside. You are given neutral. They will probably try with the best of their ability to get you back up on your feet into the world outside.There's children in there who may not make it to live to see their adulthood. People are being sliced and opened with sharp instruments with their raw flesh revealed. They will never see what it was like to grow up. and to have a family. People give up their lives and years of education to be able to possibly save lives of others. Those whom are not dying-. People are getting pricked with needles and giving themselves up to numbing drugs. You're exposed. But. nearly tasteless food and drink for the sake of your nutrition. for empathy. an ambulance is already on its way. a hospital can be a comforting place. You give your full trust to a man or woman you probably do not know and whom can do as they please with you given the chances. Others like you. I'm sure you'll like it there in due time. You can look behind you now.are more likely than not being given solutions which could potentially harm them if used incorrectly. It's a place of caring for others. Technology is all around you. Don't worry. .

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