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