MONDAY


I don't know where to begin. I go to school for graphic design. We came up here from Green Bay for the holiday weekend. Tom's uncle owns this cabin. We didn't tell anyone where we were going, we just left. We just wanted to do some fishing.

What little canned food I could find is almost gone. I don't even have a gun, just some fishing gear. The only thing that is here is a computer with an internet connection. This leads me to believe that I'm closer to civilization than I originally thought. Something's wrong with the e-mail though and I don't know enough about computers to fix it.

I came across this free website host today. For now, it may be my only contact with the outside world.

I still can't get a signal on my cell phone.

TUESDAY


I don't know what they are. I've never seen or heard of anything like these creatures. I think that they must have come from Hell itself. They seem to be about 4 feet tall and walk upright. They are covered in gray fur and have thin arms with 3 fingered hands. The worst part is those horrible glowing red eyes.

I think I also saw an external spine.


This was the little bastard that tried to get in the window before we had a chance to cover it.
This was taken on the first night.

The night before it happened.
We thought we could make it out. We thought that they may have been nocturnal and if we left at dawn it we could make it into town.

We were wrong.

We only made it about 50 yards from the cabin before the attack. They came in a pack. They swarmed over Tom in seconds. Until that moment I had no idea how many of them there were. It happened so quick, I couldn't do anything but watch him die. I barely made it back to the cabin.

I can see what's left of Tom's corpse from here.

http://www.freewebs.com/pleasehelp1/ Here is what OP is posting

SUNDAY


I can hear them.

Even though the windows are boarded up.

The terrible clicking noise.

I don't think they are smart enough to figure out how to get in. Good thing Tom's uncle had been doing remodeling here. Plenty of tools, wood and nails. But I suspect that they could chew through the walls if they could figure out how....

The food's almost gone, I only have enough for another week at the most.

I'm scared

TUESDAY


I've been trying to pinpoint my location. I don't know anything about the area up here. I barely even know anything about being in the woods.

Tom did but-
This is the last photo ever taken of Tom. I took it at a creek we were fishing at. If anyone can read this and knows anything about this creek or the area, please tell the authorities.

I remember when driving up here, I saw a sign for Kelliher and Northome. We had to park near a road and hike about a mile and a half to get here. I know this is vague but it's all I remember. Hopefully, someone found our jeep and rescuers will be here shortly.

I can't take much more of this.
Is anybody out there?

How about the Polybius? It is an arcade game from the early 80's that was believed to be created by the government in order to test some mind altering techniques. It was released in Portland in 1981 to only a few select arcade pubs. No big deal. Everyone loved it. But the thing is, it actually had a few interesting side effects on the people that played it. Some of which include nausia, night terrors, nightmares, insomnia, amnesia (usually including their name or where they lived), and a psychological side effect that made them hate videogames sometimes to the extent of being anti-game activists. Children would wake up screaming at night and such. Also, MIBs (men in black) came to analyze the people that played it and the status of the game itself. But one day it was actually recalled for a side effect that wasn't predicted. It had a side effect on photo-epileptics that made them go into violent siezures. So it was recalled and never seen again. Extensive research that I conducted has proven inconclusive. There is a chance that it actually existed, due to many eye witness accounts and one man who claimed to own one even after it was recalled, until one of the MIBs bought it off his hands.

Somewhere in the suberbs of America, there's a five story warehouse that was converted into one of those haunted house walkthroughs. But there's a catch. Anyone who could make it all the way through all five of the house's levels would win 500 dollars, and with a refund of their 20 dollar admission. No one has yet been able to get through the all the stories. Most usually stop around the 2nd or third. The braver people stop around the fourth, but some of them would have soiled themselves. One person made it to the fifth floor, but was found dead with a look of sheer terror in the midst of the level.

It wasn't able to be shut down since the cause of death was apparently undetermined, although, the place lost a lot of money due to lawsuits.

If it exists, I heard it's in texas somewhere. some guy at my university immigrated from the states and said he took the challenge but stopped at level 2. Whether or not this is true, I heard the story 2 years ago.

level 1 was like a dark, seizure inducing lazer tag kind of setup with men in suits who were permitted to actually grab you or attack you in some mild way. Level 2 was a pitch black maze with the floor covered with various insects like centipedes and cockroaches.
You had to feel your way around to the exit. however, my friend is a faggot and is afraid of bugs so he got out of that as soon as he felt the bugs crawling over his shoes and up his legs.
I think it was in houston? However, some people did get to the top and had their photo taken which was proudly posted on a bulletin board next to the initial enterance queue. There were 3 photos, all of men, all of them looked fucked up and had pedo smiles. At the end of the queue line he had to sign a waiver guaranteeing that anything that happens within the warehouse is due to the individual's daring/fault. He remembers saying that the girls mainly pulled out after level 1. They make sure that at each level you go inside individually every 30 seconds to ensure you are not a pussy armlocking fag.

A mason, Benjamin Franklin's links to occult secret societies have long been known. In the clip below, the History Channel talks about his involvement in the Hellfire Club, a secret society that conducted black masses and orgies. These bizarre, occult practices are still going on today in secret societies like the Bohemian club.

In 1998, workmen restoring Franklin's London home dug up the remains of six children and four adults hidden below the home. The London Times reported on February 11, 1998:

"Initial estimates are that the bones are about 200 years old and were buried at the time Franklin was living in the house, which was his home from 1757 to 1762, and from 1764 to 1775. Most of the bones show signs of having been dissected, sawn or cut. One skull has been drilled with several holes. Paul Knapman, the Westminster Coroner, said yesterday: "I cannot totally discount the possibility of a crime. There is still a possibility that I may have to hold an inquest."

>>1121197
MOAR

A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amatuer footage.
In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to. A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Davy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."

>>1121204
Wait, if no one could make it through the 5th level, how did they find his body?

>>1121215
http://www.freewebs.com/pleasehelp1/

>>1121218
During The day I guess, you know

more creepy sites?

Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.

The Bloop is the name given to an ultra-low frequency underwater sound detected by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration several times during the summer of 1997. The source of the sound remains unknown.

The sound, traced to somewhere around 50° S 100° W (South American southwest coast), was detected repeatedly by the Equatorial Pacific Ocean autonomous hydrophone array, which uses U.S. Navy equipment originally designed to detect Soviet submarines. According to the NOAA description, it "rises rapidly in frequency over about one minute and was of sufficient amplitude to be heard on multiple sensors, at a range of over 5,000 km." Though it matches the audio profile of a living creature, there is no known animal that could have produced the sound. If it is an animal it would have to be huge — much larger than even a Blue Whale, according to scientists who have studied the phenomenon.

To date there has been no explanation as to what produced the sound. Further efforts to research the sound have been unsuccessful, because it has not been heard since 1997.

Coincidentally, the geographic coordinates of the sound are somewhat close to those given by H.P. Lovecraft for the lost city of R'lyeh.

Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings.

A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return.
With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police, The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play
As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife but his life fell into a shambles he was so filled with grief.

Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain.
Years later in Borneo he came upon a freakshow in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.

In 1971, a few weeks before a scheduled moon shot, an alternate astronaut was seen behaving in an erratic fasion at lunch. He arose from the table, headed over to where a group of high-ranking Air Force officers and NASA officials were eating, proceeded to lay down upon it, squeeze a thin red line of ketchup across his throat. He convulsed and wheezed to one of the officers, grabbing him by the lapels, "Don't.... order...the... swordfish."

He was remanded to psychiatric care in the Pacific Northwest in a somewhat less-than-theraputic castle moved there formerly by a robber-barron at the turn of the century. During the astronaut's stay, a new commandant came, a Marine Colonel. This colonel was found dead not long after his arrival with a single self-inflicted slash across his throat.

In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. 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. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, 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, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.

In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.
None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.

At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and the smooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It's curved and formed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climb on top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top.

If you stand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water is at its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. A faint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can't quite identify. It gets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, over the edge of the rock.

Once you are leaning out further than would probably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and you will fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; you simply dissapear into the ocean.

No one knows what happens after you dissapear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off the same rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthly calendar, they were gone for one day, then washed up on another beach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened, and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of firey paths and gibbering demons.

The assassination of John F. Kennedy started a macabre chain that continues to this day. Oswald killed Kennedy, Jack Ruby killed Oswald, this much we know. What few people are aware of is how far it continued after that.

In 1967 while awaiting retrial for the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald, Ruby died in Parkland Hospital (the place of death of both Oswald and JFK), some say due to the negligence of the doctor overseeing him. A few years following this, that same doctor died in an auto accident while on his way home. The driver of the car that struck him would make a full recovery, though the medical costs would bankrupt him and drive him to a life of crime. A store owner acting in self defense would be the one to claim his life, and so on.

Few have kept full track of the chain up 'til now, or how far from Dallas it's traveled, but many believe it still continues. Fewer still are sure if it started with Oswald and JFK, or if perhaps it goes further back than that... betraying some unknown transgression from President Kennedy's past.

Just be careful out there.

During the Blizard of 1978 in Vermont, I was driving a truck bringing food to people snowed in. I arrived at an intersection that had apparently been completely plowed under with a mound of snow even my 4x4 couldn't pass. I turned my attention to the bare field on either side of the road and decided to just cut through when my eyes became fixed on the glint of a convertible in the middle of the snow covered field with a man in short sleeves sitting behind the wheel. A queer sight to behold in -10 degree temperature and knee-high snow.

Concerned, I got out of the 4x4 and hurried over to him. Strangely enough, my eyes never strayed from focusing on the car and the man inside. By the time I was about 20 feet from the car, I started sweating and sweltering in my heavy snowsuit. Stopping for breath, I realized that I was no longer in the snow-covered clearing, rather on a loosely sandy isthmus connecting two islans remeniscent of somewhere in the South Pacific.

I approached the convertible to find the man reading a map of a place I didn't recognize. The man turned and looked at me, his expression somewhat stunned that I was standing in this tropical setting wearing a cold-weather snowsuit.

"Goin' my way?" He asked.

I hadn't taken my eyes off of his car the entire time. I was only aware of the odd surroundings from the periphery of my vision. I began to back slowly away, then suddenly terror broke over me, I whirled to run.

The second I broke concentration on the convertible, I saw the snow covered field again, and the 4x4 behind me, slowly accumulating a layer of snow on the roof. I looked back around for the convertible but found no signs or tracks of it or the man in it. I got back into the 4x4 as though nothing had happened.

About a week later, I saw a report that said under a snowdrift, in the same field, a man was found in a convertible, frozed to death. The top was jammed down and he evidently hadn't dressed for the blizzard.

The next time you make a purchase, hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. She will hand you back a number of coins, several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures.

There's an abandoned house built by a man who hated corners. In this house there are no corners in the rooms and no mirrors. The reason why there are no mirrors is because you can see corners in the rooms through them.

Rumor has it that every halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror there will be a faint image of a fleshless infant with pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering. You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know. That person will be found dead the next morning, after a night of unimagninable horror, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.

There is a certain road near the Everglades in Florida, which, if you drive down it alone in the rain, day or night, you will suddenly have a very real feeling of being completely lost. Your radio will turn to static, your CDs will skip, and your tapes will play slower than normal. If you try to find a map in your car, it will have mysteriously vanished.

If you continue forward down the road for more than a minute, you will find that you can't turn around, and everything behind you is pitch dark. There are no other roads and no other cars.

Continuing down the road, you will come upon a fork with no signposts. In the middle of the fork, there will be a man, covered head to foot in various pieces of clothing. The only skin visible will be around his eyes, which will be bright green.

You must get out of your car, but do not turn it off or close the door after you. You must approach the man, but stop at least three feet away. You must stand there silently, waiting for him to speak first. If you break the silence first, you will find yourself back on a main road, but you will die within 24 hours.

>>1121299
If he speaks first, he will ask you what you require. Tell him that you need to know which road will take you to your destination. He will then ask you what you will offer him in exchange for his assistance. If you offer him a ride, he and your car will disappear, and you will become the new guardian of the crossroad. If you offer him an umbrella, he will take it and stab you through the chest. If you offer him your love, he will take your heart still beating from your chest and eat it, condemning you to walk the earth without a heart, insane from the pain and loss. You must offer him your loyalty and kneel before him. If you do this, he will close his eyes and bow in return, extending a hand to whichever path will lead you back to safety.

If you try to run from him, you will be dead before you reach your car, and your body will be found back in your car in some random location.

>>1121240

>He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face

This is when the bloodbath begins. Enraged at what has happened to his wife he goes fucking ape shit and destroys the whole troupe.

So does /x/ not want any moar?

>>1121283
Worst thing I've ever read

In a theater in Westbury Kansas, just off the main road from the town square, there is a screen that will always be showing Casablanca. No one will ask for a ticket, and the movie will always just be starting as you enter. The patrons will be silent and attentive, and will not look at you if you bump into them or speak to them. If you stay to see the end, you will stay forever, and join them.

>> Hey dudes, I don't know what's going on now, but there's this little pounding noise that's been going on around my house all day.

It's not real loud, but noticeable. I looked around outside to see if was some construction or something, but nothing of the sort is going on.

So I walk around my house seeing if anything is out of the ordinary, but I notice that when I move outside of like, a 50 foot radius of my house, the pounding stops completely.

I have no idea what it could be, and I'm a little scared, as it's night time now.

Someone try to give me a logical explination for this.

these are more fun then scary

I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone.

I went camping about three weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and three friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there.

It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with eachother's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.

>>1121342

Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.

We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.

>>1121346
The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.

We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something.

There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp.

None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him.

>>1121348
We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.

All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering.

Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now.

>>1121362
We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving too fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened.

>>1121365
He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it‘s face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down.

We kept going, and the sun was starting to set.

>>1121369
Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull.

We start to hear hundreds of the same sort of baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods.


We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways.

Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back.

I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.

When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.

Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form.

If you haven't read all these, go to town.

http://thejosefkstories.blogspot.com/
http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-works-of-black-fedora

>>1121386
I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane.

Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently. I hear giant footsteps from their apartment, I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. From the neighbors to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended too and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now and it’s Alex telling me things in a language that I have never heard before, nor could even manage to repeat. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations, now I can't even access my email. Someone knocks on the door, then they slam against it. I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and I run to make sure to lock all of them back and sit down crying.

What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, all smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air, and I just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut, someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in, I hear crying and screaming in there now. And right now while I’m typing this I can see the reflection off the computer screen of some shadow behind me.

I guess /x/ just isn't in the mood for pasta tonight.......maybe next Sunday

>>1121444

Nononono. Keep going. Keep going!

>>1121445
A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.

After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)

Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous.

Take the children and go to the neighbors, said whichever parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.

The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.

One night, I was up on my computer, just browsing aimlessly on the internet. It was hot outside, and the rest of the house was cool, so I had my fan in the open window, blowing out. At 12:34am, I heard a tap on the window screen, and when I looked out I saw first a pair of eyes with a look of hunger in them, then my eyes adjusted, and I realised it was my friend that I had ben hanging out with him at my house earlier that day. He asked if he could come inside and stay for a while. I told him that if my dad woke up, I could get in trouble for it, and that he had to leave (He lived close), so he did. The next day, I talked to him on the phone, and he told me that he had gone over to another friends house, about an hour away, and didn't get back till around 10am. I talked to my neighbor, and they confirmed, that she saw a figure in a black cloak, with a shadow over his face, a meat cleaver in one hand, the other one holding a sack over his sholder. She told me, she heard me talking to the figure, and that she figured it was one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Did I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?

This isn't a scary story, just a real life WTF. A friend of mine (not good friend, but a guy I know) moved into his parents house. His dad died years before I met him and his mom went to live with his sister due to illness.
Anyway I was helping him move and he was showing me around his house. When we got up to his bedroom I felt a little uneasy. It was a small room with faded wallpaper but one spot on the wall was still new looking. It was in the shape of a large cross. When I asked him about it he said his mom was a catholic and used to have a crucifix above her bed. He said it hadn't been there in years (even he was suprised how the wallpaper hadn't faded at all)
The night I had horrible dreams of a man named Dick stabbing me with a crucifix in that room. The only difference was the room was painted light blue. I know it's stupid, but I avoided going to his house for weeks after that.
When he asked me why I never stopped by anymore I told him about the dream. I didn't tell him that the guys name was Dick or what color the room was. We just laughed it off and he called me an idiot.
Next time I went to his house we went up to his room (you know, showing me what he's done to fix it up and @#%$) and it was painted the same light blue. Needless to say, I was a little freaked. Then he pulled out an old crucifix from a closet, explaining how cool it was he found it because he thought it was lost, etc.
I don't know why, but I hauled ass out of there. I never told him why I left like that, but sure as @#%$ I will never set foot in that house again.
As a final note, I found out months later what his dad's name was.

In a fire station in California, there is a light bulb that is always on and has never, ever burned out. If you read Numbers 16:41-45 from a King James Bible (other versions dont work) in the same room as this lightbulb, the lightbulb will dim significantly. If you keep reading until Numbers 16:48, the lightbulb goes back to its original brightness.
The trick is, if you hesitate too long while the lights are dim, you start seeing a weird lightshow in front of your eyes, it is most similar to what happens when you rub your eyes for a long time while they are closed.
If you wait for still longer, the lightshow starts forming patterns, like circles and triangles. Still longer, and the lightshow starts to form WORDS. The people that have read these words are reluctant to talk about it, but are often obsessed with the year 2012 and are very interested in what countries are producing biological weapons.

Have you heard about the Australian scientist and techno composer who smeared yogurt on a CD to get different sounds out of a CD because of the bacteria? Have you ever wondered how it affects the movies one watches on a DVD?
Trust me, you don't want to find out.

It is said in a small town south of Madison, Wisconsin, there is a bridge.
This bridge is just south of a bridge crossing a river on main street, and appears to be a foot bridge made of cement. Crossing this bridge leaves one with an unsettling feeling that slowly escalates to dread. These feelings are easily ignored by those who dont believe. However...
Every year this small town holds a parade, the Syttende Mai Parade, and has been holding this for over 100 years. Long before what it is today, it was dedicated to the evil of that bridge. In 1865 it was a wooden footbridge, where on May 20th, two hundred men were hung by their necks though already well dead, by their wives. They were made to suffer first, slowly bleeding into the river untill it ran deep red. Their screams were heard for miles around, as they were ritually sliced open to spill their living bowels into the current of the river below.
Their crime? Nobody knows, all the people involved fled north, and started new homes, new families..new cities..but its said every 150 years..it will happen again.

In almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure that no one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has been blocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the attic between the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk you never use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees the light of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does not merely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges of its prison.

No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditions it must meet. But it is a far more common occurrence than you might think.

In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often report feeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if there is anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and they leave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, the feeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.

What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It is impossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed to reveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanity through nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to do when encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, rip away the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold on what you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not get up, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears. You might be one of the lucky ones.

A girl was late for classes and driving on an hour of sleep.
As she reached a secluded area, she saw a truck flipped over and aflame. She immediately pulled over and checked, finding another girl who asked to be taken to the hospital.
The girl agreed and they went on. When they reached the hospital, the girl seemed to disappear. When she told me this, she didn't know if she missed the girl leaving because she was tired, or if she simply vanished. *TRUE*

>>1121307
Oh lawd...is dat sum House of Leaves by Z. Danielewski?

My speakers suck. They really do. You know that stupid staticy sound you get when you turn speakers on but they're not plugged into anything? My speakers get that so loud it hurts my ears.

Anyway, one day I had just braught my computer back from the repair shop (broken CD tray) and I had forgotten to plug my speakers in. I get that annoying static sound again, and I kneel down to go under my desk and plug them back in.

Halfway down the noise stops. I freeze on my knees, because that's never happened before. The sound comes back, way more muffled, but less disorganized. Not like a bunch of empty reception... more like many many voices speaking at once. It gets really loud, and I hear a scream. A full, complete, human scream in all that mummbling static. My power goes out.

If it hadn't been mid-day and my windows open I would hacve had a heart attack. I was more scared then I'd ever been.

>>1121482
No, no it's not

I run a home-made radio in my spare time. I have this little setup where I can remotely angle a sattelite dish out in my yard to change where I get my signal from. It works great, I can pick up Chicago games from the east coast in perfect quality.
Anyway, I saw this thread and figured I'd mention this.
I was cleaning my setup and I accidently fell onto the satellite control, and I ended up pointing it up and toward the sky straight up.
I shouldn't have gotten anything, I mean, if I had better gear I might pick up a sattelite signal if I'm lucky, but it was the weirdest damn thing.
My speakers started up and I started getting this really staticy message. I couldn't make it out that well but it sounded like "Return what was taken" looping over and over again.
Weirdest damn thing. Probably just my imaginiation.

>>1121489
Fuck you jew

>>1121217

>>1121489

Lawl...I almost raged on you but then I realized I clicked the wrong one. I meant the other one.

last halloween my friend was at his computer, studying for a test. he'd been up for a long time and had recently been sick, so he was feeling a bit weird. i'd tried to get him to come to a party, but he didn't want to leave, so his apartmentmates and i all went without him. he's a poor college kid who lives on the second floor of a crappy apartment building, so he leans his mattress up against the window during the day to save space. it covers the whole window save for about a foot. he also liked to leave the window cracked to get some fresh air, especially during the winter.

so he's sitting there, in the dark, studying, getting kind of cold. there's always a bunch of people outside or in the next building or somewhere on the weekends, so it had been noisy all night. he'd heard some little cracking noises off in the distance, but he was suddenly aware of how quiet it was. he got a chill, and he was a little embarassed to admit that he was actually a little creeped out. that uneasy feeling, like someone's watching you. the kind of feeling that you tell yourself is silly, but it just doesn't go away until you get to a nice, bright place. he got up to get some food from the next room and take a study break, but he really just wanted to get out of his room for a minute. as he got up and walked toward the door, he looked out the little bit of the window he could see. black, as always.

but, in the few seconds it took to walk to the door, his eyes adjusted. he saw a little glimmer at the windowsill, maybe a reflection in the window. he was almost to the door when he realized it was a pair of eyes, staring toward where he'd just been sitting. in the instant it took his brain to realize the incredible fear he was about to feel, the eyes locked on his. in that instant, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even move, and those wide-open eyes just stared straight into his until they dropped away from the window.

My grandparents used to own a farm up north. One fall, my grandfather threw out his back, and we had to drive up to the farm, to help them harvest. Being a young male I was of course drafted into helping. Well, on the upside I got to drive their tractor around, and after we were done for the day, their four wheelers. My cousin and I would go riding when we were done working. One day, when we reached the middle of the field, we found a big charred spot, where somebody had burned something awhile ago.. Looked like somebody had set out some rocks and put candles on them, because there were a few waxy rocks too. we figured it must have been some teenagers screwing around and playing at horror movie shit. Well, about a week later, just after we finished it all up, my cousin and I went 4 wheeling. We saw a bunch of goth-looking people walking one of the trails, carrying some stuff. they hid whatever it was, when we rode past, and didn't even wave back. We figured they were just gothy and anti-social. We spent the evening riding and when we got back to the house at night, we saw 5 people out in the field. they ran off when they saw us, but it was just really weird. we rode over there, and sure enough, the rocks were rearranged like they were when we found the burned spot, and in the middle of the circle was a dead dog. We buried the dog, and chucked the rocks in the river. since then, my grandparents have had to chase them out of the field atleast four more times, the last one, they had to bring out the shotgun and fire a round into the air before they left. Its freaky.

A secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in West Virgnia.

To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located in Cricket at 9:30 PM on September the twenty-first. The only uniform is a heavy overcoat and a green tie.

Order an "Eggs and bacon platter with coffee." The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu is unavailable, reply, "Well, just the coffee then." You'll be allowed to stay after closing time for the meet.
The meeting itself is a meeting of minds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called "The Socratic Method." They hoist their mugs at the beginning and end of the meeting and say "Death to Socrates."

It's rumored a little hemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.

A little odd, given hemlock has no antidote.

There is a lake called Lake Ronkonkoma that is very deep. It is believed by
kids in Sayville that it is bottomless. Before the white man civilized the area,
there was a tribe of Secatogue Indians living in what is now Sayville. In this
tribe there was a princess. She was in love with a Poospatuck Indian prince from what is now
Bayport, on the other side of Brown's River where she was forbidden to go. One
day they snuck off together to Lake Ronkonkoma and took their canoe to a romantic
spot after dark to make love. The spirits did not approve of this, as people on
opposite sides of the river should not mix. So the boat sunk, and their bodies fell
forever and ever down into the bottomless lake.

So every year the angry Indian princess kills two lovers and pulls their souls
to the bottom of the lake. And every year at least one young couple dies.

Elevator People. They never speak, and they cannot meet your gaze. There are 500 buildings in the United States whose elevators go deeper than the basement. When you have pressed the "B" button twice more, the Elevvator doors will close, and you will hear the sound of Special relays being thrown, and the elevatior will descend into the caverns. Chance has not looked favorably on the occasional voyagers in those 500 cages. Thay have pressed the wrong button, too many times. They have been seized by thoe who shuffle through the caverns and they have been....treated.

Now they ride the cages. they never speak, and they cannot meet your gaze. they stare at the numbers as they light, and get off, riding up and down even after night has fallen. Their clothes are always clean. Once you saw one, and her eyes were filled with screams, remember?

London is a city filled with narrow, and very secure, safe, Stairways.

Let me tell you about the first time I got high. my friend Sarah pressured me into it, and I didn't really want to. But I DID want Her. I had just got my liscense, and my older brother gave me his old car when he got a new one, so we drove out to my family's land up north. we had a little house up there, and it was nice and secluded. So, we toke up, and I'm really feeling it. I cant pay attention to the TV, my attention keeps drifting around, and I find myself staring out the window, into the yard. I start giggling to myself. cause I could see a really big dog and in my state, that was the most hillarious thing ever. it looks like its FAR too big to be a normal dog, and I'm half convinced it doesnt even exist. (Yes, I know pot doesnt work that way. I know that NOW. I had no clue then.)

So I try to poke Sarah, but kindof hit boob, instead of shoulder, and she squeals and punches me in the arm. meanwhile I'm trying to get her to forget about that, and look at the dog, cause its pressing its face against the window now, slobbering on it. she sees it, and screams, and then I realize it IS real, so *I* scream, and we run into my bedroom, away from the dog thing.

She turns on the light and I lock the door, and then turn out the light, so we dont draw attention. we can hear it prowling around out there, howling every now and then... and we're huddled together on my bed, freaking out...

I dunno what it was, but I know I've never smoked pot since that day. and it wasnt a total loss. Once the howling stopped, we lay there awhile, and we made out. Thanks to the freaky dog thing.

Outside of my city, there is an apple orchard, with a small cemetary at the end of it. only 5 or 10 graves in it. if you visit the cemetary, it is customary to leave a small offering by the largest headstone, even an apple from the orchard will do. if you do not, every night you go to sleep that week, you will see an old man in your dreams. On the first night, he will appear to be a normal balding old man. he will tip his hat to you and walk away. on the second night, he will have a knife in his right hand. he will tip his hat to you, and walk off once more. the third night, he will lick the knife, and laugh, before disappearing. on the fourth night, he will appear closer to you than before, and lick his knife once more. On the fifth, he will be practically on top of you. On the sixth, he will appear as a skeleton dressed in rotted rags, still holding the knife, still making the licking motion. On the final night, no one knows what happens, they have all either gone back by then and made an offering, or they have died of heart attacks in their sleep

My friend Jake told me about something that happened at a party he went to last Halloween. They did the usual getting drunk on cheap booze and getting laid thing, hung out, listened to music, the usual for them. One of the guys brought this creepy looking Goth chick with them for a date. Somehow, as the night went on, it got out that she was a witch, and everybody started making fun of her. Especially this one jock kid. so, she turned it around on him, and promised to show him magic, and said it all sexy like, so he thought she was coming on to him. They went off into the hosts' bedroom, and everybody assumed they were getting it on. Later, she came downstairs looking satisfied, and he was nowhere to be seen. She kissed her date on the cheek, and left. Eventually the party wound down, and the jock was nowhere to be found still. They started searching the place for him, not wanting to have the host's parents come home the next day, find him sleeping it off in their bed or something. They found him in his underwear, in the linen closet. He was shivering and sucking his thumb. When Jake pulled his hand away from his mouth, the kid nearly bit Jake's hand, missing by very little. He refused to speak more than a couple words at a time as we helped him find his clothes, wouldn’t say what happened. He kept acting pretty funny at school the next day too, and the night after that, they found him in the basement, hanging from the rafters. No note, no nothing. Jake tracked down the Goth girl with the help of some friends and the internet... when he confronted her, she pressed him to the wall, kissed him, then whispered that if he didn't want it to happen to him too, he'd just drop it. And he dropped it. Later on, when some other friends of his went looking, they said the house he found her at was empty, and the neighbors said no one had lived there for months...

DAMN IT /x/ WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!

>>1121575

I'm here, lurking and reading!

Keep it up! <3

Behind you. I don't like to be seen.

/x/ is on the Akinator thread.

>>1121575

Lurking.

This year, The 13th of October is a Friday. One reason that festivals from all cultures seem to involve spirits around this time of year, is because the barrier between the worlds is thinner this time of year. Something about the change in seasons makes strange events more prone to happen as well. The barrier is weakest for 18 days before halloween(6+6+6=18), and 13 days afterword(6+1+6=13) is when the barrier is weakest. Now, at the beginning of this window of time, or at any time during it, but especially on the First Day, Halloween, and the Last Day, there is a ritual you can perform. You must find a quiet spot, to the south of a stream or a river, with a flat topped rock with a large surface. if you place a (unlit) candle facing magnetic south, a small bag of ashes from a cremated person or dog 90 degres to the left of the candle, a vial of the purest water you can find 90 degrees to the left of the ashes, and a vial of your own blood 90 degrees left of that, when you light the candle a cold wind will blow, and things will get very quiet. If you speak the words "I seek the path" you will be given a week's time to walk amongst the land of the departed. Linger longer than a week, and you will remain there forever, trapped as a live man in the land of the dead. if you speak the words "I seek Vengance" great harm will befall your enemies, but you will suffer as they suffer, sevenfold. if you speak the words "I seek peace" you will be dead before you can draw another breath.

So, one of our friends is horrible to watch scary movies with. He's constantly telling us how he'd do this differently, or that differently... so we decided we'd show him. Our friend dave, his mom is a realtor, so he got the keys for us, to an old creepy lookin house on the rich side of town, where all the big old houses are. We got out some of the halloween stuff, a fog machine, a couple blacklights, and a ghost costume. it was a real good costume too. glow-in-the-dark bodypaint, real-looking chains, tattered clothes, the works. it was great, since the house was rumored to be haunted in the first place. Dave set everything up in the house, and we were supposed to dare our obnoxious friend to go in there, if he knew so much about horror.

So, at night, we bring him by, and he goes in, but demands that one of us go with him. so, I go with him, and sure enough, our ghost starts walking down the hall, and he nearly wets himself with fear. he cant believe it, hes seeing an actual ghost. so we hightail it out of there, the whole while hes repeating the Lord's Prayer over and over again to himself... He heads home, and we go back in, to find dave, and have a good laugh about everything. but, Dave's nowhere to be found. We search the house top to bottom, and find him hiding behind the hot water heater down in the basement, quivvering with fear, and mumbling "it was real!"

about four years ago, I took a roadtrip down to arizona with my father. we stopped off at this state park where they had these ruins. Drove two days to get there, and we camped to save on expenses, so when we got there, we stayed at the park cause they had camping area. the ruins turned out to be pretty lame, nothing more than some outlines in the ground, and a few shin-high walls.

So, I got bored and started playing with the filter modes on my new camera. Let me tell you, the desert looks really creepy when you film it with the negative filter on. I started walking back to the car, watching where I went, and panning the landscape, with the camcorder. when i turned to my left, I could swear I saw something scramble out of a deep ditch, and over behind the hill the ruins were on. but looking through the camcorder, I couldnt tell what it was. not on that little LCD screen.

That night, we were about the only ones camping there. I think there were two other sites occupied. We put up our tent and made dinner, and I sat up watching the fire die, while Dad went to bed.

>>1121608
I started to drift off, sitting there. But I heard... some kind of noise. I jerked awake, looking around. I could see a faint glow from inside the tent way down the road, where this couple had been staying. I saw a couple shadows moving in their tent, and figured "Oh, they must just be having sex." So I ignore them, and poke the fire a bit, and I hear this... squeaky whimpering or something, and a grunting, and I figure they're really going at it in there.

Finally the light goes out, and its all silent. I figure they're finally done, and turn in myself. The next morning, the police are there, and the rangers wake us up, and ask us some questions about that couple. It seems they went missing in the middle of the night, dissapearing with only their sleeping bags. their car, their tent, their camp chairs, it was all still there in the site. the only sign of what happened was a pair of trails looking like something was dragged off into the desert.

Wow. I'm running low, scampering to all 5 corners of the internet to get new material but im affraid im just about out. All that is left now are the IRL easter eggs and the holders. That and The King of Wolfs/ Fear of Darkness.

So what will it be

For a brief period in 1971, a New Jersey based company sold novelty "X-ray" glasses through the mail via advertisements in the Marvel line of comic books. People who viewed their televisions while wearing these glasses reported seeing images that were "hellish" or "like hell". It should be noted that this phenomena occured whether the televisions in question were turned on or not. The company quickly went out of business and investigations reveal that the company's address leads to a graveyard founded over 150 years before 1971.

Turn out the lights. All of them. Shut your now useless eyes and focus on silence. Once you have blurred the noise around you, look inside. look deep into your heart for something that is not you. When you find it, ask its name. If it does not respond say to it "This is MY body and I am king in it. You will speak." then ask again. Listen closely with ears you don't have to the voice you will hear faintly. Then pull it from its resting spot and fight it.


A little known fact is that the Eisenhower Interstate system is built over major leylines. Rumor has it, that if specific conditions are met, weird phenomena will occur. Phenomenon the first: Observed while driving westwards on I-80. Two occupants in car, middle of the night, no other cars around. The first sign of this phenomenon

>>1121641
is that you will lose ALL radio reception, and devices such as MP3 players, Discmen, tape decks and other music players will cease functioning. Your heater will begin to only dispense cold air, regardless of setting. After the first mile of this, you will notice a fog growing at the edges of the road, and you will see no exits, regardless of whether they were supposed to be there. If you continue on, you will begin to see the occasional pedestrian. Some of them will gesture that they would like to hitch a ride. Under no circumstances should you stop for them, no one has ever stopped and survived. If you see lights approaching from behind, and it is a hearse, do NOT let it pass you. No matter what. After 13 miles, the phenomenon will end, and you will be safe.

There's a small, inconspicuous building called "Padraic Willoughsby (Willoughby?) and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birthdate, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happens after you sign it.

There's a small building somewhere in north western America, up along the border between Oregon and Washington. It's just a short, little, old shack in the woods, off the highway. Anyways, inside, there's a spiral staircase made of grating that goes straight down. If you go all the way down, you'll find yourself stepping out into an endless field of tall grass. There are many bones surrounding the bottom step of the stairs, and things move in the near distance. Nobody who has ever seen these things has come back to say what they are.

If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.

Typing in a certain phrase on /b/ with your e-mail address on the second line will cause you to get an e-mail. It won't say what address the e-mail is from, just 'OTHER'. Don't open the e-mail. Delete it. Opening it will give you a clue as to where you should to 'recieve your reward.' This clue will haunt your dreams for eternity unless you follow it. If you ignored my advice to delete it, then don't follow the clue, no matter how bad the dreams get. If you do follow the clue and find the location, then you will find where the person who sent the message lives. If that person asks 'if you want your reward', say no. The 'reward' is heaven and hell contained within your hands. So to speak.

There's a dark forest deep in the heart of the Rockies, surrounded on all sides by mountains. In the center of the forest is a lake on the shores of which you will find a large black stone. If you swim out into the center of the lake, the stone will drag you down into the darkness. You will emerge from shadows in the alley of a frightening dark city of heavily arched roofs and buildings built on stilts. You must not talk to a single citizen of this city, or you shall be trapped there forever. The citizenry is horrid and mutated, and they will leer and curse at you, and their hideous and deformed women shall offer you unknown and horrible lewdnesses. At the edge of this city is a highway. Walk down the left side of the road (yes, against traffic) with your thumb out and a man in a dark truck shall pick you up and drive you back the way you came. The city will be gone, and he will take you to any place on Earth as long as you can name it and there's a road there.

Legend has it that if you come face to face with your doppelganger, it's an omen or warning of death -- for both you and your twin. Because of this, if you see a replica of yourself, run for your life. If you keep seeing your doppelganger, chances are that your days are numbered, because you'll soon see your demise. There are many stories regarding encounters with doppelgangers, none of them pleasant. Often, a person does not actually see their own doppelganger, but someone else does. Can you be two places at once? No, but it's a very strange feeling when someone who knows you very well insists that they saw you just thirty minutes ago -- and you were nowhere in the vicinity. Imagine this happening time and time again and you'll soon go insane. Hence, the myth that a doppelganger will precede the arrival of the real person. Many stories explaining their experiences with these apparitions have this in common. Perhaps he's one step ahead of you?

If you watch every State of the Union Address since it's been filmed and available on tape, you'll see that halfway through--exactly halfway through--the President always says the same word. Most say it under their breath during the standing ovations, but some are forced to work it into the speech itself.

There is a village somewhere in England that has not been inhabited for over 20 years. It has long since been forgotten off of most maps, and only has one road in and out of it. If you manage to find it, it will seem a peaceable enough place, the derelict buildings being overgrown and nature taking back the land for herself. However somewhere within the village is a vending machine which still has power. it will still have it's original look and sell ordinary brands of drink (though with 20 year old packaging) however the one at the very bottom will be marked "E". pay only in 10p pieces to buy this drink. When you recieve it, before drinking it, peer inside the can to check it's colour (do not try to pour some out. it will refuse to
leave the can despite vigorous shaking). if it's green drink heartily, it will give you an unnaturally long lifespan and go luck in everything you do. if it is red, however, it will spread a horrific pestilence over you, claiming one of your senses every 10 years after you drink it.673

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean is an island, surrounded by a swamp filled with the carcasses of fish and other, less recognizable things poking out of the mud. The mire extends as far as you can see. Every so often, the mud will dry enough under that you can walk on it; about a days travel from shore is a large mound, at the top of which is an immense canyon, the bottom of which cannot be seen, although if the moon is large enough you will be able to see the slope of the canyon, and eventually the bottom, which is covered by a strange body of water. Rising from the water is a monolith, which is covered in bas-reliefs.

The lottery gives you a three digit number and a four digit number each day. What else has seven digits split into three, then four? It's a phone number. The lottery is a telephone oracle. Whoever is on the end of the line when you call that number knows something that you need to know, though sometimes getting the prophecy out of them can be difficult. It helps if you have a winning ticket, I believe.

In the most deserted part of Wyoming there is a restaurant. There are no roads leading to it, no signs advertising it. It's just there, in the open. Walk inside however, and you will learn two things. One, it's jam packed with people talking, eating and enjoying themselves. Two, the entire place looks like it's a scene from the 50's including the people, the food, the newspapers, the music, everything. Take a seat, observe the atmosphere, relax. When the waitress comes to get your order, make it a cheeseburger with mashed potatoes. Afterwards, a red-haired lady should ask you to date to a tune on the juke-box. Find the song on it that has the same number as your current age, pick it, then dance you heart out. When the song ends, a flash of light with engulf the whole scene, and you will be standing outside your home the following morning.You now should have the power of clairvoyance for the remaining year. If you did not, then woe is you. For you also missed out on the best fries and shake you'll ever eat.

They say that the olfactory senses (the sense of smell) is the sense closest linked to memory. Go on eBay, or to a high-end antiques dealer. Find an item made a good amount of time before you were born that was hermetically sealed, vacuum packed or tightly packaged in some way. Make sure you are in surroundings of completely neutral smell with little or no wind. Open the package. The smell should hearken back to your collective subconscious or memory of a past life. If you are successful in choosing the right item, with the right smell, you will have at least a memory flash, or likely a memory flood of years before you were born.

At 12:17 am, on any given night, arises the opportunity to awaken an alternate soul. The most common way of viewing them? Through a mirror.
It is through said medium that the process must take place. Begin at exactly midnight. By no light but that of a single candle, stand before the selected mirror. For ten minutes you must concentrate in silence, focused entirely on your reflection. Do not look away from the eyes; for it will be interpreted as weakness and you will be overcome.
After ten minutes have passed you must draw blood to smear in a line across the eyes of your reflection. Doing so will blind it, and you will watch as your own features begin to warp. Slowly, gradually, they will mutate into a frightening creature--one beyond the comprehension of those who have not experienced it. You must not look away through the entirety of the change.
Soon the writhing movements of the image will cease. By now an echoing, inhuman sound will resound all around you--the creature will begin to ease toward the mirror's glass. You must keep watching as it approaches.
If you do not extinguish the candle at exactly 12:17, the creature will escape.
Be warned, should you succeed; through any polished surface--be it mirror, wood, or window--your reflection will always be watching.

On the east bank of the Susquehanna River somewhere in central Pennsylvania, there is a small patch of ground where no plants will grow. At the right time of day, at the right time of year, the sun shines directly on this spot. If you stand there at precisely this time, a whirlpool in the river will appear, revealing a trap door leading to a system of identical tunnels. If you can successfully navigate through the maze of tunnels, you will find yourself face down in an alley behind an Irish pub called Kelley's just outside Boston, with no memory of how you got there. In your pocket, you will find a day planner. Important events of the future are described within, but in random order and no dates.

Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but makes sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. what do you do when this happens. You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again. Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. On the anniversary of the spots destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, don't ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.

There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, which 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.

There's a tent in a traveling circus in the India. Inside this tent there's a man who is an expert in poker, you can recognize him because he always bets exactly 2 U.S. dollars and 31 cents. If you beat him after 3 rounds, he will bet his soul on the 4th round. Nobody has ever beaten this man on the 4th round, and if you lose well... You don't want to know.

An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn’t certain of which direction to go, and he’d forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He’d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: “Now your *third* wish. What will it be?”
“Third wish?” The man was baffled. “How can it be a third wish if I haven’t had a first and second wish?”
“You’ve had two wishes already,” the hag said, “but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.” She cackled at the poor man. “So it is that you have one wish left.”
“All right,” he said, “I don’t believe this, but there’s no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.”
“Funny,” said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. “That was your first wish.”

GET HELP.

You start noticing those words when you're going about your day-to-day business - just flipping through the classifieds, or posted on telephones near bridges. Normal places. Just words that seem to be catching your eye.

Then they start appearing more randomly: the first seven tiles you pick in Scrabble, the first spoonful of alphabet soup, even those stupid spams sent by strangers. You even check a few of them, but they all end up being for the same old pills and promises.

Now it's getting so everything you read has those words crop up - close-captioned TV shows, book titles, CDs, bus schedules, menus, everywhere. It's distracting, very very distracting, it's so very hard to concentrate when words squiggle out of the corner of your eye, when the keyboard's no longer qwerty but gethelpgethelpgethelp.

The delusion's taking its toll. Who needs help? Who's sending you this message? Why you? How can you help someone who you don't even know?

You're trying to type an email to a friend. It's very hard to do. The letters keep swimming and you add an apology in the email, just in case your writing's garbled. You finally hit send.

Later, you wake up.

You're in the hospital. Your friend is sitting beside you. I was so worried, he says. When you sent that email. GET HELP GET HELP GET HELP, over and over. I came over and found you on the floor. They had to do surgery. Do you know what they found? A second brain. Tiny but fully formed, growing in your head. It was blocking an artery. You're lucky to be alive.

But you aren't really listening to your friend any more. You're staring at a fire escape diagram near your bed. It doesn't say anything about fire safety at all.

FINALLY, it says. IT WAS GETTING CROWDED IN THERE.

Investigated by the witnesses after they read instructions they found in a book, left behind in a rest stop bathroom. Participants must mix a shot of whiskey, a drop of their own blood (One drop for each participant), a pinch of salt, and a small amount of used engine oil. Mix with water from a rest stop fountain in a glass bottle, and smash it on the interstate in the evening or morning. If the instructions were followed correctly, the way will become densely foggy. an unmarked exit will appear, and if you pass it by, it will be closed to you for six years. If you take the exit, go left and under the interstate. half a mile down the road, is an old gas station. Inside, it is said that a full glass the coffee sold there, will keep you awake all night, and the other food and beverages are purported to have various properties themselves. Pay the proprietor only in metal. No bills, no checks, no cards. There are also an old fortune telling wizard in a glass case, in the back of the store. He knows how you will die. Accept no sexual favors that are offered to you while there, and do not anger anyone.

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.

In the hills surrounding the town of Bodega Bay in California, there is a tree, sitting right in the crook of two hills. Scattered 10 paces around it are 7 different fresh-water springs. It is said that one of them cures any disease, another grants immortal life, 4 will kill you instantly and cause your body to dissolve into powder. But the last spring is special. If you bottle water from this one and take it to a small cave hidden in the hills north of the tree, you will find a single large stone at the back of the cave. If you then splash the water on the stone, it will dissolve, leaving you a baseball-sized red stone. As long as you have this stone in your possession, you will always be in the right place at the right time. If you pour water from any of the other 6 springs on the rock, the cave will seal up, and you will be lost forever under the earth.

I was home from college and noticed a weird machine in the sunroom- it had all these dials and knobs and a blinking red LED, and it looked
like there was some kind of magnetic tape running inside it, though it wasn't really like a tape player or anything. I'd never seen
something like it before. I asked my dad about it, and he told me it was something his mom asked him to build, so that when she died, she'd
have a way to stick around and watch over him. He showed me some wires running out of it, down the hall- they led to other boxes, all over the house. It was so she could move around. He explained that the tape was to record memories and stuff, and the light would show when she was inside a particular box, in case we wanted to talk to her.

But what weirds me out is, Grandma's not dead yet. Why was the first light flashing?

You wake up one morning to find a note taped to your mirror: "Don't worry, I took care of everything." Your clothes have been freshly laundered, the bathroom is spotless, and your garage has been organized. Even your faithful old toolbox has been replaced.

Later that week, there's another note on your mirror: "GET OUT OF TOWN." Paper-clipped to this message are several grainy photos of police in a taped-off section of a field. One of them is carrying your old toolbox in his latex-gloved hand.

Well /x/, it's approaching 12:00 so I will be leaving you now. I will, of course, return next sunday. Hope to see you there!

ty

>>1121331
The pounding was the bass from someone's stereo speakers, they had their audio tricked out and it was the pounding you heard

When I was about four or five years of age. I lived on a military base in Maryland with my family. Sometimes at night, after everyone was asleep, I would awaken and wander the house and find this walking shadow. It was standing, almost human in form, but not. It was darker than black, and was planar in thickness. I stood there before it and it seemed to be aware of me, and seemed to avoid me at first. When I moved toward it to see if it was my imagination it would move away and behind and around objects in the house. It was as though we were playing tag or hide and seek. Suddenly when I moved away it would follow me, as though roles had reversed. I cannot remember how it would end, I only know it would and I know it wasn't a dream. I can say with certainty it was never a dream.
I named him shadow, and a couple summers after we moved away and I never saw shadow again.

I wonder if shadow is still in that house, or near by that place. I have no clue.

sage