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It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase. The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood. However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out. The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied. “You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! The voice assured. “You were born on September 17, 1827?” "Yes!" “The gravestone here says you died on February 19?” "No I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!" “Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close
button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, “That was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”
I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.
There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep. You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.
During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include
The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington. New York. deep in the hidden eras before history began. thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede. but rather a face which has yet to be identified. The fear is natural. dark. that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep. Leon Czolgosz. police never released any information about the tape. neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse. and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. To avoid disturbing the local community. For the remaining 45 minutes of video. instinctual. and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify.they only ever appear at night on quiet roads.S. and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. 1901. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work. On more than one occasion though. sunken eyes. was electrocuted for his crime on October 29. and lasting fear of pale beings with dark. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened. at Auburn Prison in Auburn.both her and her kitchen stove in the image. and heights could make poor footing lethal. . But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. the the 25th President of the United States. opening the door. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it. assassin of William McKinley. it remained in its stationary position. the oven could be seen shaking violently. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there. the tape then showed her turning on the oven. and the like. and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video. or even the fact that it was found. after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. Many things frighten humans instinctively. Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. elongated faces. predators could hide in darkness. The fears are species-wide. Pale skin. sunken eyes. sharp teeth. she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a babyshaped bundle in her arms. and with good reason. until the batteries in the camera died. quarter stamped with the date 2218. razor sharp teeth. stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home. and elongated faces? There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker . crawling inside.
They have no wallets. A small vase. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure. the cause of your disappearance. no identification. You learn soon this is not the case.seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights. As the static returns to normal. the white and black specs will slowly start to move again. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. Unless you try killing them. as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights. that smells of the ocean and is always damp. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. and what seems to be your station's signal return. as you see yourself from behind. patient. It will only play static. The object varies. as all sound is still absent. If this happens you must not look away from the screen.. even when unplugged. heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. the static will suddenly pause. looks away. but somehow. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life. but hardly chatty. always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces. casually. You'll never mean to. reach under the seat or across to the glove box. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV. or during their experience. But sometimes you won't. and the white noise of the TV comes back. even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. but with disastrous results. these same events will reoccur. however. only a hollow cavity containing a single object. they're different inside. and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. try to resist the impulse to stop. quite unbreakable. That ringing covers up something else altogether. never carrying a sign. and subsequently. you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. You must never watch that television again.. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. your body will freeze as well. you just will. If you are watching television. There's no blood. You will probably not notice at the time. Examples include a single coin. before you lose your gaze on the TV. If you stop. If you watch the static on TV for long enough. creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. If you watch the static any longer. and the signal cuts out to static. If you are quick. Not static as you know it. swathed in a heavy coat and long pants. They die easily enough. usually with gloves. someone who ran out of petrol. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again. but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. turn the TV off immediately. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice. and sometimes you might. you will regain control of your body. 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. they will seem cordial enough. What exactly happens is unknown. Time around and with you have paused completely. and maybe a little lucky. and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. but you will not. Normal enough. If you slice their belly open. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. All sound in the room will cease. and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars. forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at. polite. But look underneath their clothes. no muscle. you will be able to hear past the ringing. This is completely wrong. you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are . Once you possess a hitchhiker's object... You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly.
. It attracts their attention.. You will hear things of the past... and they forget the rules. Teens are caught in the middle. 3) Don't move... they see things adults don't. and the future. you must be careful. Flashlights make it worse. subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -themaway? . enter this in the address bar (do not copypaste.would drive an adult crazy. If you can't see it. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept.. 4) Only light can make them go away. 1)Cover yourself. burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas. hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back. they fear the closet. They still feel what's there. or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.saying. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream. but they cannot see. If they don't.. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body. To be able to see what you only dimly remember. you would go insane. Because Adults forget the rules. They see what is truly there. Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers.. the present. If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night. Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP). it can't see you. you must input it with the keyboard): for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance . It's not.. 2) Don't make a noise. Every child fears under their bed.. they will start noticing you. They see the monsters. And when you start noticing them. However. Bright light. Scientists know that children are more perceptive. Every whimper can lead to destruction.
so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story. and that event will never happen to you. my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. her grandfather. Don’t fight the feeling.discovering it is never out of your reach even if it’s a meaningless string of letters. or you will be jerked out of it. It’s got a couple of weird things about it. Louis. has a fucking stroke. you can delete any post you want. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. About two weeks after we move in. I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement. because I think it’ll make me feel better. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life. JUST DON’T. God help us. double paned windows. great insulation. It’s beautiful. About six months ago. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. who raised her. Anyway. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. Once you have access to the admin. I’ve done all the proper things. and informed my absentee landlord. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place).Wait ~ 40 seconds. I’ve already called the cops. 14/7/2007 11:00 AM It’s gone. You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost. as you’ll see. newly remodeled. However. A weblog will appear. There’s only four units in . and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. it’s escaped. You will feel strange. and you have only one chance to do this. There is always a way . I’ve moved out all my stuff. Add /admin/ to the address bar. I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life.
and small motor running. It was about 1 am. I know it sounds fucked up. I could fnally stomp around. The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. watch porn and play rock band at full volume. some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. with only one person talking. Really quiet at first. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom. On the other side of the bathroom. my first in this building. It was kinda weird. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. and I was going to bed. but sustained. rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm. becuase fuck. there was a mighty dry thump. but also kind of awesome. Just a babbling. I learned to live with it. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling. even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me. I know when they take a shower. It’s weird. as it rose and fell every evening. The walls and floors are paper thin. not quite regular drone. And I’m sure they know the same about us. 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. as I was brushing my teeth. but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. So in this one thick wall. Then one night. but when you hear it every night for a while. where I heard the thump. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. and switch on the light. and it sounds oddly hollow. Again. there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent. the more info we had on eachother. About four weeks ago. it got weird. No big deal. right behind me. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. Freaked me out at first. . but it’s all gravy inside. the less we wanted to actually know each other. on the second and third floors. is the hall closet. I pace it out with my feet. I’ve never built a house. expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation. I felt a lot better at the time. or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined. We’re on the top floor. and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. I open it up. and then a tape measure just to confirm. They moved out six weeks ago. I know when they fuck. Sure enough.the building. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then I kept hearing boards creeking. It’s spring. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. you just make excuses for it. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush.
No matter what. not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. I get down there. and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. About five minutes before the cab showed up. rationalize. I checked out the apartment below me. I turn off every light when I leave a room.So. like someone was looking down on me. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place. Two things you should know about me at this point. . which is really just part of the garage. It happened in less than a second. While my friends were with me. then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen. everything is fine until last friday night. I stayed at a hotel that weekend. The doors were locked. And then the light goes out. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar. but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. My laptop was still charging. thank fucking god. and I had the daylight on my side. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. The light is on. My dad used to beat the shit out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. Rationalize. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window. and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag. Then nothing. the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds. I moved it all out that afternoon. I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room. my brand new plasma TV. Rationalization lost out. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention. 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. It was all there. and into the little room. straight to my bedroom window. I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up.
I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge. One morning in 1986. descended into it. and. a big round jagged whole. but he died two nights ago. to the space behind the walls. and the team’s progress was very slow. They were badly shaken (one was later institutionalized). and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa. spreading radioactive fallout across Ukraine. Still think I’d like to head back into the country. bottomless expanse. packed whatever hiking gear they could get their hands on. maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. Past that. Never again. At this point. After their disappearance. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. At least. The group was not heard from again. they began to rationalize the experience. but I guess this is like a clean slate for us. though: they had entered what initially appeared to be a small cave that quickly expanded into a massive cavern. The rescue team had advanced in increments. told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. their accounts . or on the other side of a wall. The true story is one of the greatest cover-ups history has ever known. which might be the one good thing about this. along with a few additional helpers. a small group of people discovered a hole in the ground in the Chernobyl area. Done my part. and I’m not sure if I will. or hear people moving beneath my feet. as well as some makeshift climbing gear that was comprised of little more than old ropes and small pulleys. I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. that’s the official story. Chernobyl's reactor #4 exploded.. I haven’t told her yet. in my apartment. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them. I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there. Only a few members returned to the surface. The cavern continued in many directions. with one portion of the team remaining farther behind while the other continued inwards. I really don’t give a shit. leading up throught the darkness. a rescue team was sent to search for them. In the late 1960s. All I care about is never seeing that building again. They returned and told their friends of an immense underground cavern. curious. was a cheap hardware store ladder. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment. A few days later. And in this space flat against the wall. it expanded into what appeared to be giant. moving on. As time progressed.Only someone had hammered through this wall. They all were able to agree on a few things. The few survivors had been in one of the groups hanging behind. and details became even less clear. these people. Quit my shitty job. I mailed my keys to the landlord. and were not entirely sure of what they had seen. exposing the tiny crawl space between.
or at the cost of mental stability. and some that were brought back were damaged in such a way that suggested mauling. were taken back to Chernobyl from deep within the Network. It was eventually revealed to be a massive network of deep chasms and caves. even by modern equipment. Details are fuzzy. Others still are photographs of bizarre. the Russian military was establishing a bare-bones base of operations to explore the vast expanse that had been uncovered beneath the area. movements. many people still disappeared inside the network.) Over the years. and things. and clearly artificial. Stories abounded of explorers being *taken* by vaguely described creatures. some written on what appears to be (now petrified) human flesh. and expeditions began to push farther inside the cavern. 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. Over the years that the base was in full operation. But some of the details were too coincidental to have been mere hallucinations. However regular proceedings were within the base. Whatever the case. the name obviously stemming from a burst of subtle creativity on the part of the Soviet military. there were always whispers in dark corners of indescribable expanses. Others were trapped or lost on treks into unexplored areas. 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. including reactor #4. Others still died more… questionable deaths. Very few corpses were recovered from disastrous expeditions.become uncertain. viewed out of the corners of eyes. but there are stories of ancient urns and containers with bizarre carvings on the side. At first officials thought perhaps they had hallucinated. particularly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. Other stories involve tomes and manuscripts written in unknown languages. If any had survived whatever horrors they suddenly encountered. one thing was certain: The rest of the team was dead. Some feature bas-reliefs of strange rituals and even stranger creatures. Details were wisely hidden from the public. . Underneath it. A number of artifacts. Over the years. Morale was maintained on the base. and despite the fact that the teams sent in were progressively more heavily armed. Some were so deep that the military had yet to find a bottom. Despite the training given to exploration teams sent into the network. strange architectures. Oddly. some appearing to be ancient. architectural features sticking out of the rock. Construction of the nuclear power plant began in 1970. but barely. however. Rumors of these objects are not entirely common. though some of these materials have not been identified. many things were taken from The Network. The plant itself was operational. photographs and accounts of some of the data recovered from the Network have been leaked. (It was officially named such in 1975. Some fell to their deaths. Some are supposed to still contain substances. they were far beyond help inside that chasm. but it is apparent that some were lost in the network’s vast expanses. this base became better equipped.
I am currently sitting in front of my computer. Barriers between the surface and the greater Network were erected. scared witless. and pictures of explorers bearing bizarre wounds. No deep treks have been made in years. the report indicates that exploration of that particular area ceased. and later evacuated. recommendation by some of the officers at the base that the Network be sealed off from the outside.One strange. In the center. surrounded by paltry stone dwellings. . a series of incidents took place at the base. while others are inconceivable in nature. 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. After the date stamped on the more disturbing pictures. There is still believed to still be a small presence at the base below Chernobyl. Photographs show the temple walls covered with depictions of sacrifice and of terrific acts of violence. Underneath. The entire region was seeded. is a strange mechanism that appears to be a door of some sort. Details of these incidents are highly classified and guarded by the Russian government to this day. and it is speculated that periodic expeditions are made into the Network itself. and there were even a small number of security breaches within the base itself. and even of a cracked door. seeding the blast with radioactive material. What follows are a few blurry pictures showing movement and splashes of unsettling colors. though these are thought to only be of areas already documented and near to the surface. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Others still have been dismembered or disemboweled. Reactor 4 was sealed in a concrete sarcophagus on the surface. In late 1985/early 1986. No organic remains were found nearby. Mental stability plummeted among explorers returning from deeper and longer pushes into the Network. On April 26th. however. However. Disappearances of personnel inside the cavern spiked suddenly. but what does exist chronicles the discovery. the Soviet government demolished reactor #4. it is believed that organic matter was recovered from these breaches. In April 1986. reports indicate that there was a sudden. and urgent. and highly classified. and a stern warning that the temple was never to be opened again. It involved what almost looked like a small temple. many of the military base’s functions were shut down. Some have been damaged by time. nothing but inky blackness beyond the gap in the stone. and some areas deep inside the network underwent hasty demolition to seal them from known passages to the surface. report was leaked in the early 90s. Large portions of typed reports are missing.
which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh. which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims. which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.it can only get you if you tell someone else about it. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now . something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. stole a car from the mission. * Six times for your eyes. Their bodies were . that’s right. that he had tried to tell the police. The man. it would start knocking on your door… * Once for you skin. Next he had tried to tell his priest. after finishing his tale. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man. Now. and she told him last night about how his parents died. which she’ll eat whole . and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. which she’ll polish and keep in a box.oh. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy. I forgot about that . skinned and dismembered. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. terrified out of his mind. They called it the White Death or the White Girl. and it stalked its victims back to their homes. * Twice for your muscle. and was never seen again. 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. but they would not listen.you can never pass while you’re in her stomach. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. or you saw it kill someone else. * Five times for your teeth. once it got back to your house.Today a friend of mine told me a story. They were found in the morning. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco. if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you. 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. which she’ll wear around her neck. * Thrice for your bones. which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through. * Four times for your heart. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door. but she’s faster than the fastest man. * Seven times for your soul. black eyes that wept bile. It was a girl with dead. she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you. You can try to outrun her.
places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note. He told me this story early in the morning today at school. because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening. Nice knowing you guys. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper. begging me to respond and help them. and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read "PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP". between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll. let me know that my death is just moments away. under my DVD player's disc tray. I will not run . I'M RESPONDING. floating on the surface tension on the surface of my class of sprite I had in the living room. it’s been funjklm. and now they were knocking on his door. A moment later. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more. places you'd never think of putting a note. . I told him to stop shitting me. His aunt was really drunk the night before. deliberate knocking. His aunt had been murdered that night. and I could hear slow. and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. and had told him about that.WITNESS All this shit started when I found that little note. I called him later that night. Being the retard I am. Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS. inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM.the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it "HELLO. child-like handprints. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago..” I hung up. because it wasn't there when I put my coffee grounds in. I ignored it until the next morning. I had no idea how long the paper had been there. and they all said the same thing every time. before the cops arrived. and he told me that he was being chased by someone. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement. He held the phone away from his face for a minute. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION!" and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher(right after I had run it.covered in tiny. those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in.I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds. under my mousepad. I found more notes. it read. 28 times on the mirror in the hall. she should be done any moment. Places that no one would ever look. 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. "HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND".
"WRITING IS 2D. "I'M TRAPPED". I remember exactly where I put it. Getting dressed one morning for work. and it's wooden backing. "how?" was all I wrote for my reply. but it wasn't. my reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. inside of some spam letter was the next note. The fourth includes time. maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace. I noticed a square behind me on the wall. I just threw it behind my couch." That didn't really get to the point of how I was supposed to "rescue" this person.I carefully picked it out of my drink. "MAKE ME 3D" was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped. 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. nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. I waited and looked. give it a rest" and threw it outside. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. The closer I got.TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED." and in larger letters. while the third adds on length. because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror. it read "THANK YOU. the clearer the message on it became. BELOW YOU". The next day I checked my mail. I waved it around to dry it off a bit. later on. looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: "MAKE YOU 2D"." Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. I put it in a crack between my length mirror. sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall. "where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes?" and. which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width. I wasted no time in responding "whoever you are. the same one. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along. the wind blew it away. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it. not creative enough to think of where to put it. VISION IS 2D. In the instant before I turned around again I thought it must have fallen off. but in the mirror it was still there. though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion. "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. Turning around. Looking into it. this prank is retarded. "IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. . but I didn't see any other notes for the rest of that day. still suck to the wall. "The first dimension is a defined point in space. and wrote on the back of it again. only it was now on the opposite side of my room. until I stopped. I rolled my eyes and responded again. there was none.
everything. After five days of this. A search of the entire building. sitting on the floor. Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. yeilds nothing. On your door is pinned a note: “Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world. the toaster. not particularly odd. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper. Any e-mails you send get no replies. and even further beyond that. and your IM lists are all empty. They’re all empty. Don’t worry. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. not out of place. the only cars are of the parked variety. It’s a cabinet. They don’t drop by. But everyone misses you It’s the summer. you can’t tell the difference. I still live in fear of some day I'll open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket. or the automated peices of machinary. Constantly. Defeated. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside. correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. You hid in there once during a game of hide ‘n’ seek. No life. before the next semester starts. Your phone’s been quiet for awhile. All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window. you’ve gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. and a piece of paper will flop out. now.” The note is dated five days ago. Nobody answers when you knock. When you leave your apartment. You’ve spent this time lounging around. I also don't drink coffee anymore. No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. the only movement is from the wind. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls. all alone. and you’re out of your college classes for at least a week or two. I check all my things. I got the fuck rid of the mirror. . and sleeping a lot. But lately. even the big ones. the whole of the building is unearthly silent. After bunking at my girlfriend's for a while.I moved the fuck out of that house as soon as I could. you slink back into the empty apartment complex.
Once there was this guy and he was pushed down the stairs by a robot and died. Just pray they aren’t talking about us. while living in New Jersey receiving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city. should not occur. in reality. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby–for example. and invading it for their own. the ads are for products that you’ve never heard of. on people that aren’t real. These channels. on technology that shouldn’t exist. 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. someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. they haven’t moved. they wanted to talk to you. from the city that is further away. or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. people get two different versions of the same channel. with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other. For the most part. The next time you make a purchase. However you still know they were there. but you can’t remember what … It was them. you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there. amera stopped working this was the only You don’t know it. more separate from our own. and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewer-ship in the ever-competitive ratings race. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception. The end. these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming. but someone has been removed from your life. hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. you’ll start to notice that the news reports major events that never occurred. .In some television markets. She will hand you back a number of coins. There are reports of looking into an alternate world. They haven’t died. You go to do something. they have simply ceased to be from present future and history.
Reports of the decay vary from recently dead to a skeleton with clothes. house-shaped structure in the far distance. What does a corpse do with a second chance at life. 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. YouTube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions. remember those groans and cries you heard crossing the desert? A reanimated corpse has to eat.Somewhere in the middle of the Desert in Nevada. Check it for wounds or clues to your death… check its pockets for clues about your future if you wish. The full video lasts 2 minutes. but if you continue walking until the sun comes up again behind you. The night will seem much longer than any normal night. You must continue to move towards where you saw the building. But if your corpse stirs before you can find the way out. and was removed by YouTube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to YouTube’s main office in San Bruno. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. too… There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. you will find nothing. then grinning for the last 2 seconds. so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. you ask? Well. you’ll find yourself back at the edge of the desert where you started. You might recognize the clothes or possibly the face. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. if you look to the west at sunset you’ll be able to make out a tiny. you’ll find yourself suddenly in front of a battered. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for . It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. If you search this. Inside. But you must figure out how to leave the room and do it before your corpse awakens. all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you. you’ll be trapped in that room for eternity while your corpse is allowed to roam free. If you make it out of the room. expressionless. The video itself was only viewed by one YouTube staff member. This body is yours. Wait for the sun to set completely and then you must WALK straight towards that structure without deviating. The few times you find something. This is only part of the actual video. You can inspect it for as long as you dare. The background is undefined. As the night wears on. dusty shack. Ignore them. who started screaming after 45 seconds. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. there’s a place where. you will hear groans and cries of pain in the distance.
making him more material than ethereal. This will banish . None of them dared look at the screen. otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. Make sure there is a mirror present. And the man on the video has never been identified. 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. the IP address being non-existant. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you. a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. I have a long neck and I pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. The stronger the cigarette. The smoke in the room will begin to condense. Your eyes will no doubt be watering. but don’t blink. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter. Run to the light switch and flip it on. and before you even realize it’s happened. the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features. who was Jack the Ripper. Give the shade a cigarette. It must be a high traffic bathroom. He should still be mostly smoke. He’ll ask you for a cigarette. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. they can see if they are out in the open. At this point. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. almost surely taking your life in the process. Go to any high traffic bathroom. and that you look at your reflection at all times. so your hands should pass easily through his head. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked.him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. The person who uploaded the video was never found. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. You can ask who shot JFK. I am a heron. the higher your success rate is. which is why you’re instructed to bring two. At this point. you can ask the shade any question you want. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. the room should be full of smoke. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. Anything you could possibly think of. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. A hotel bathroom is perfect. Make sure it's after 12pm. and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. and he'll answer true.
because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station. and mostly healed. given his loss of sight. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. All cauterized of course. The burning will be unbearable until then. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring.the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. According to the guy who told this story. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. The man says "Thank God. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. You wake up one morning and find all *chan websites never existed. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. you’ll always be cold. You’ll never be able to see anything good. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you. she went and sat opposite these people. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge. 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. you will be granted a kind of third sight. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her. . After this. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. no matter how warm it is. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". As she was a little afraid. He'll have black hell dogs now. /b/ was just a dream. but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror. I live in the UK. allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. He looked up and down the carriage. took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. you'll get off at the next station with me". only the most horrific future events. and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. Your dreams will always be nightmares. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. but in them.
I had to leave the hotel early. but something was strange about them. asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. Better safe the sorry. I left the hotel at six. but it was too dark. I took nothing from the room but put a do not disturb sign on the door. Some never make it. People are suffering. save for one picture in each roll of film. there was a car following me scene Moncton. People are dying. I didn't check out. in file) You may notice you are nervous being inside of one. but it just might have been the movement of the car. Almost every picture was accounted for. I'm worried again. I didn't want them to know that I left. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip. it was three in the morning. 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. before they showed up. The clean. but I think their grins are getting bigger. These pictures were of her. as she had camped by herself many times before. I fucking love you Rodgers. Currently I am a few hundred kilometers away from the American border. who is an up-and-coming nature photographer. it's amazing that my wifi held up this long. People are being taken apart by the inside in hopes of fixing a problem. I tired to use my binoculars to see if it was one of them. She wasn’t afraid of being alone. even when not the one being admitted into it. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio.A few months ago a friend of mine. or just a young couple necking. happy feeling I had last night is gone. 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. and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. but I saw one of them looking at me from the passenger's side. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since. I noticed last night that there was a car parked in the Smitty's next to my room. Smitty's closes at nine. I'm not sure. (see pic PJ. .
I just wanted to make sure you were aware of such things. an ambulance is already on its way. with all of this aside. They will never see what it was like to grow up. for empathy. Others like you. People give up their lives and years of education to be able to possibly save lives of others.or already deceased-. I'm sure you'll like it there in due time. which could monitor people's every internal action.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. People are getting pricked with needles and giving themselves up to numbing drugs. . You can look behind you now. When you are in a ward you are just another among the dead. They will probably try with the best of their ability to get you back up on your feet into the world outside. You give your full trust to a man or woman you probably do not know and whom can do as they please with you given the chances. You are given neutral. But. It's a place of caring for others. You're exposed. a hospital can be a comforting place. Don't worry. nearly tasteless food and drink for the sake of your nutrition. Those whom are not dying-. Technology is all around you. There's a temporary morgue in almost every hospital.are more likely than not being given solutions which could potentially harm them if used incorrectly. and to have a family.
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