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.]]>Sunday
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.]]>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]]>Sunday
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?]]> 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.]]> 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.]]> 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."]]>MOAR]]>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."]]>Wait, if no one could make it through the 5th level, how did they find his body?]]>Sundayhttp://www.freewebs.com/pleasehelp1/]]>SundayDuring The day I guess, you know]]>SundaySunday 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.]]>SundaySundayWith 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundaySunday 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundaySundaySundaySunday 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.]]>SundayIf 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.]]> >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.]]>SundayWorst thing I've ever read]]>SundaySunday 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.]]>Sunday 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 were pretty much used to anything youd encounter out there.
It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately its 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.]]>Sunday 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 hed 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 didnt have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.]]>SundayThe 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 others 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.]]>SundayWe 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.]]>SundayWe 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 hed 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.]]>SundayHe 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 its 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 wouldnt 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 its 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.]]>SundayAlex 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, Im 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 shes 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.]]>Sunday 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 Alexs house they talk to me like Im some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alexs mother. I cant 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.]]> http://thejosefkstories.blogspot.com/ http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-works-of-black-fedora]]>SundayI 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 its 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 Im typing this I can see the reflection off the computer screen of some shadow behind me.]]>Sunday Nononono. Keep going. Keep going!]]>SundayA 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.]]>SundayDid I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?]]>SundayAnyway 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.]]>SundayThe 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.]]>SundayTrust me, you don't want to find out.]]>SundayThis 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundayAs 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*]]>Oh lawd...is dat sum House of Leaves by Z. Danielewski?]]>Sunday 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.]]>No, no it's not]]>SundayAnyway, 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.]]>SundayFuck you jew]]> >>1121489
Lawl...I almost raged on you but then I realized I clicked the wrong one. I meant the other one.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundaySunday 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.]]>Sundaykids 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundaySundaySunday I'm here, lurking and reading!
Keep it up! <3]]> Lurking.]]>SundaySunday 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!"]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundayI 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.]]>Sunday So what will it be]]>SundaySunday
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]]>Sundayis 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.]]>SundaySundaySundaySundaySundaySundaySundaySundayleave 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]]>SundaySundaySundaySundaySundayIt 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.]]>SundaySundaySundaySundaySundayThird wish? The man was baffled. How can it be a third wish if I havent had a first and second wish? Youve 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. Thats 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 dont believe this, but theres 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.]]>Sunday 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.]]>SundaySunday Just
his
face.]]>Sundaylike 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?]]>Sunday 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.]]>Sunday!uz8u2XmvbYThe pounding was the bass from someone's stereo speakers, they had their audio tricked out and it was the pounding you heard]]>Shadewalk!FirebomberI 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.]]>sagesagesage