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We’ve all encountered the static screen before. Usually when your T.V. set isn’t working properly, and most of the time you don’t pay much attention to it. You just get the television fixed and move on. But if you’ve ever stopped to watch the static for a longer amount of time, you may have noticed something.

Maybe you noticed how you started to see an actual shape or image form, instead of the usual bunches of dots dancing around the screen. Some people are lucky enough to continue only seeing the static, and the static only. But others are not so lucky.

Once a good friend of mine was visiting. She asked if we could watch T.V., but I told her our television set didn’t work. Yet, she continued to press the power button. She was of course greeted by the static because the television set was broken. But she continued to watch the static, never ceasing its dance around the screen.

After about five minutes, she got a terrified look on her face that after another minute went blank. She then clicked off the T.V. and simply left. I didn’t understand, and when I tried going out after her she didn’t respond. I shrugged it off and decided she was trying to freak me out or play a prank, something that she often did.

At about 1:00 in the morning, I received a call from the same friend. She was talking in a whisper.

"P-Please, please help. I’m hiding from that… that thing. Oh god, I think it sees me! H-Help!"

There was immense sobbing now and unnatural, almost sounding like shrill blood curdling screams, noises coming from whatever was attacking her. Then my friend, oh my good friend, her high pitched screams almost started to match that of the creature. This was followed by the sound of bones being slowly ripped from their sockets and tearing flesh. After that, complete silence. The next day it was announced that she had been killed.

Today I went and observed the static screen for myself. After about 5 minutes I saw a terrifying creature with it’s mouth open and it’s head thrown back, as if it were letting out a long howling-like scream. I would highly recommend not ever looking deep into a static screen. Ever since those 5 minutes of watching those black and white dots just moving about the screen, I’ve been feeling quite out of it. I even think I might be able to see the shadow of the howling creature.

Just watching, and waiting for 1 o’ clock…

We’ve all encountered the static screen before. Usually when your T.V. set isn’t working properly, and most of the time you don’t pay much attention to it. You just get the television fixed and move on. But if you’ve ever stopped to watch the static for a longer amount of time, you may have noticed something.

Maybe you noticed how you started to see an actual shape or image form, instead of the usual bunches of dots dancing around the screen. Some people are lucky enough to continue only seeing the static, and the static only. But others are not so lucky.

Once a good friend of mine was visiting. She asked if we could watch T.V., but I told her our television set didn’t work. Yet, she continued to press the power button. She was of course greeted by the static because the television set was broken. But she continued to watch the static, never ceasing its dance around the screen.

After about five minutes, she got a terrified look on her face that after another minute went blank. She then clicked off the T.V. and simply left. I didn’t understand, and when I tried going out after her she didn’t respond. I shrugged it off and decided she was trying to freak me out or play a prank, something that she often did.

At about 1:00 in the morning, I received a call from the same friend. She was talking in a whisper.

"P-Please, please help. I’m hiding from that… that thing. Oh god, I think it sees me! H-Help!"

There was immense sobbing now and unnatural, almost sounding like shrill blood curdling screams, noises coming from whatever was attacking her. Then my friend, oh my good friend, her high pitched screams almost started to match that of the creature. This was followed by the sound of bones being slowly ripped from their sockets and tearing flesh. After that, complete silence. The next day it was announced that she had been killed.

Today I went and observed the static screen for myself. After about 5 minutes I saw a terrifying creature with it’s mouth open and it’s head thrown back, as if it were letting out a long howling-like scream. I would highly recommend not ever looking deep into a static screen. Ever since those 5 minutes of watching those black and white dots just moving about the screen, I’ve been feeling quite out of it. I even think I might be able to see the shadow of the howling creature.

Just watching, and waiting for 1 o’ clock…

I have been here as long as I can remember.

I have no memory of my past life.

All I know is slipping away.

From the words of the newly added, I can piece together what happened to me. All his victims had been taken at night, woken from their sleep to see him. His face. The last thing I remember from my past life. His face staring down on me. That terrible face. Then I remember waking in this place, this pit of eternal darkness, his lair. It seems fun, with all the games and entertainment. But there is no escape. All of us here are a separate crowd. There are those who stay in the shadows sobbing for their past lives. That is what I was. There are those who play the games, ride the rides, trying to forget where they are. I was that too. Now I am with the final group, the ones whose souls were taken long ago, empty and forlorn. He comes. Many are picked. This time it with me. He comes occasionally, choosing those who are the worst off. They never return. I never return. He takes us away, and shows us the truth. The glorious truth. Corruption they said, cleansing is true. Our memories return. We remember praising him, us nameless, and him named. He Who Must Be Exalted. We are slipping away, happy to know to add him essence.

h̍ͣ҉̥̤e͖̱̦̱̺̳̖̻͊ͭ͛ͪ̔ͩ̄ḽ̪̥̩ͬͥͦ͟͞͠pͫ̋ͯ̚͏̡̠̪̫ ̷͍͚̝̻̖̖ͨ́ͥ̂͌̈́̄ͦṃ̷̤͈͚̏̃̐ͧ͌̄ͦ͘͢e͔̹͗̾ͣ́̌̀͜͝.̱̖̎ͮ͋ͤ͡ ̤̖̪̣̙̻̙ͤ̇̓ͥ̕i̖̥͓͛ ̧̞̺̪̬̈̾̒̈́͊̐̋̚d͎̆̆͒̍ͥͤ̕͜ͅiͦ͗ͯ͑͘͏̞̦̣̩̀d̸̛̳ͥͣ ̺̘̦ͦ̊̀ͥͧ̚n̨̤͔̤̫̘̤͓ͪ̋̀̈́͝o̅ͬ͑ͫͨ̊͏̫̼̟̼̠̯͍͔t̥͙͚̟͚͉̍ͪ́ ͙̦͙͊ͧ̌́̎͂̆͞w̵̟̤͎͙͈̤̍͝a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡n̞̤̗̟̞͓ͨ̀ͨͧͣ͠ͅṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́ ̸̗̖ͨ̑͋̓ͥ͑ͯͧ͡t̸̗̥́̐̓͡h̞̩͓̘̖̤̏̋ị̷̗̝̣̣̝̦͙́͞s̴̞̎̓͛͝.̵̔̆͋̐ͧͮͯ͏̞ ̨͇̱͇̼̲̭̤͔̟̈́ͤ͗̅̅͟͠i̡̗͉͖ͭ͡ͅ ̪̗̺̗̘̬̆̇̅́͘͢d̶ͦ̃͛ͤ͞͏̞̩̜͕ͅi̸̧̙ͩ̆ͩͭ͒̇d̦̙̲͚̹͈̣͂̍̈̊̒̎ͩ͢͡ ̡̦̭̞̲̰͎̏ͮͫͫ̏̃͟͝n͆͆͑̈͒͏̲̻͟o̼̊̇̇̍̓̅̉͘t̖̟̦̥͈͉͇͕̐ͧͥ̿̒͊́ ͇̦̍̄̓̎̈̊ͤ̆ṅ̤̫͈͖̯̺͚͠ͅe̗ͬ̓̑̎ͪͥ̂̂͐́e̱̰̣͈̖̥̅͒̾͊͋ͥͦ̀ͅd̴͉ͫ͂ͪ̊̈́́͡ ̥̋͘͠t̼̫̳̩̳̩̱ͨ̽̐ͅh̝̲͖́̄ͩͭ̈ͨ̀͟i̫̰͕̥̥̱̙͖ͣͮ̐̇̄͊s̠̲͙ͨͧ͘.͉̩̹̗͆̿̈ ̡ͩ͆̄ͨ҉̟̟̘̹̭̼͙͠i̡̳̪͋̔̒̉̊͒̓͠ţ̻̝̞̯̐̋ͤ̍ͨ̈́ͦ ̛͚͔̮̪̠̰̰̒̎ͦ͂́ͬ̌́̀b̳̊̔͋̽ů͓̠̺̩̝̣̲͚͈̎̆̊̔͌͑̏͊̀ŗ͓̣̰̙̣̦̖ͤn̤̫̩̲̱͎̝͔ͪ̿̄ͮ͟s̶̥̐̔̓̿͊ͅ.̧̳̝̤̯̥͇̱̱̻̑͛̄͆̓̏ͦ ͎̥ͦ̆̉ͦͬ͞c̴͎̰̮͇̃ͪ̾̌ͯͥô̷̲̱͛ͣ̀r̴͕̹̣̳͖̬̭̿̂͟r̷̩̣͕͖̜̒ͥ͠u̽҉̷̷̥̗̰̲̞̲̺͇ṕ̜ͫ́̈̌ͩ̇̏t̷̫̗̻͍͇͕̀́ͧ̀̑̚i͕͎͉̼̽͑ͨ͒ͩ̿̆͢ő̳͜͝ń̜̣̳̝̣̉̊.̢̹̳̭͛͒͛̇̓̓͐ͥ ̩͔̻̯̫̗͒̇͒̍͘ ͓̇̈̇ͪ́ ̴̞̜̺̪͎̗̦͎̈͋͝P̴ͨ͗̍̅͡͏̗̞̭͉̤͔̗͔R͇͂͐̈A̷̘̤͇̺͋ͦͮ̌̑͛ͮI̥̩̱̽ͬ̀S̡̥ͭ̈́ͯ͌͡E̢̓̏̄͛́̊҉͉̪̖͉͚͕ ͉̯̱͍͎͉̠̿͌ͩͬ̃̀͜͟ ͖̠͛ͥͪ̓͘͞ỉ̃ͩ͌͏̼̪͇̠̲͎ ̶̖͚ͧ̀̆ͯ̍a̮̘̓ͬ͛͢m͉̻̟̞͈̺̟̓̇́̓͆ ̻̺̙̭ͤ̿̓ͪ̀͡ͅs̜͉͕͈̺ͩ̐͂͂̎̂̀lͫ̈̈́͂͐́̓҉̮̘̰i̴̪͙͙̪̬̘͗̌ͯ̀̀ͦ̑̈͝p̷̭̯̪͓̰͔̩ͩͪ̉̀̄ͦ́͛p̧̥͓̜̮̍͐͆̚į̫̭̂͒͆ṇ̡͔̥̼̣́̅̐̊ͯ͌͊͝g̪̳̭͇̝ͥ̏̊ͩͬͤ.̴̸̩͖͆͌͑ͪ̐̐͢ ̵͕̖̼̺̝ͤͪͩͅf̫̹͎̞͔̓ͦ̊͑̀a̝ͥͣ̅̊̓̽l̡̳̣͓̪̘̗͐̅͞l̻͓͔̲̫͕͔̙̲͊̍͊iͯ̇́ͥͭͦ͏̶̨̤̬͖̹͇͈̟̥ṇ̷̢̙̄́ͮͭ̉̍ͥͣ̕g̴͍̼ͧ̌̈̍̀͜ ͉͙̟̲̱̫̤̦̃͗́̀̾͋ͨ͐̀͝ã͚̫̌ͬ̽ͥ͢͝w̛̺̦̘͓̲͒̌ͭ͆ͦ͞ą̧̗̼ͪ̇ͤ́̌̄͊̎ͅy̡̟̖ͫ͑͡.̛̓ͬ̃̚҉̘͉̘ ̶̊̿̍͟͏̘̤̻͔͍

m̸͕ͤͦͫ͑ͯ͝ẙ̛̹̳̲̓̈́̍̑̈͝ ̱̮̼̘̞̬̳̊ͮ̎ͫ̈́ͭ̍̂͠s͇͓̀͂͒̅ͯ̕͢͜k̸̨͉͚̲͈̞̦͎ͪ͐̐ͩ̏͆̍i̳̳͚͇͖̥̍̑ͫ̀͌̾ͥͫ̇́ň̶͖͔̑̃͐̈́͝ ̲̝̗̥̺͍͍̐̍ͦ͋̈́ͨͅr̮̗̻̮͚̩̮̋ͩ̂͊͠ͅǫ̸̜̗̟̳̲̳̠̇͂͒͊ͫ̉t͇̠̦͈̥̤̣ͤ͢͢͝ͅs̢̧̲̬̰̻̟͈̯̓͆̒,̃ͤ̓̏ͪ́̊͆͏̡̲̰͖̞̼̖͓̣ ͙̝̺͉͑̋̅̉m̸͉͕̣͚̻͆́y͉̻̯͉͓̯̝ͣͨ ͫ̄͗̉͒҉̭i̻̱ͦ̃͊̽͘n͉̠̲̝ͩ̉̀̚n̉͏̸͖͕̟̹ą̨̤̩̍͋ͫ́r͌̈҉̙̤͉̗̗d͙̻̭̜̭̬̱͖̭ͪ̅̐̆͐ͯͩͥ̽͜͝͞s̡̖͕̟̲̝̼͗̔ͬ̚͟ ̷̜̯̣͇̼͚̃̂͊ͫ̾͢͠b̅̇̋ͨ̍̀͊͌҉͉͕̙͉̮͢o̷̲͋̀͝ỉ̛̠̺̒ͤ̓̄ͥ́ļ̘̮̳ͫ̆͋́̽̂̿̈.̘̮ͮ̽̄́ ͔́ͤ́ͤ̃̏̇͘ḧ̻̘̼̘̤́̈̈́ͧ͑̿͋̓͝i̶̳̝̻̘ͧ̂ͥ͡ͅs̴̛͎̫͈̫̮̈̋̌́̄̃́ ̡̥̫̣͓̖̣͉̉́̑͋w͉͈͖̮̟͉ͥ̈̆͢i̢̘̬̩̓̄̓̒͗̇l̑ͤ͛̒̂̍҉̧̖̫͖̞͙́l̸͈̹̃ͪ͌̑͛̊͜ ̿́ͣ͏̸̨̘͇ͅi̓ͣ̍̔ͭ́̅̆ͅṡ̤̱̠͎̱̼̼̤̈́̀̔ͫ́͢ ̨̡̦̻̞͓͙̬̳̂ͮͭ̈́s͉͉͕͓̞̼ͭ͗̓͑̎̋̈́̚ţ̷͖͔̥̠̮͔̘͖̐̂͗ͫͅr̬̪̞̞̽̆ͧ͒̏̒ͮͫo̰͕̞͖͐̅n̵̤͙ͯ̓̌̂̆ͭ͜͡ǧ̢͔͉̜ͦ̚͜͝e̵̜̰̻̙ͩͦͫͮ̑̒̄̅r̻̫̱ͪ͌̓̓̈́.̟̥̟̙̮̥ͫͤͩ̈́ͣͭ͗̐̾́ ̷͙̗̗̥̳̙͑̊ͪ ̴͍̤͓͙̬͈̳ͬͬ̅̍̽͞ͅH̢̺̳̘̩̬̲̜̄͌̅͡I̹̹̼͒̆̈͊ͨͨͅM̴͖̤̣̹̮̖̱̯̋ͭ́̽̍̐͟ ̵͔ͯͫ͂̍̑ ̬̥͔̗̙̹̳̣̿̉̆͊͘ḯ̜͎̪̞̱̟̣̂̓̏̐ͯ́ ̨̲̞̮ͮ̚a̶̸͍̱̝̻̹ͬ̈͠m̳̑͒̈́̔ͤ͠ ̗̬̗͗͛̄ḥ̟̝̏̾̇ͣ̋̓̓͠i̳̝̼̫̍͒̈̿́̍̓͌͡ͅs͖͑͋͛̓ͦ͛͐̆ ̡̳̲͚͆̔ͮ͗͋̍͊̾̀͡ͅş̙̲͉̳͋ͪ̋̓ļ̴̔̊̍̔̾ͩ҉͎̟̝̹͖̝̺͖a̺͖̻͍̠͔̻̥ͫ̒ͤ̔̐̀͞ͅv̷̯̹͚͉͚͍͚̭̰̄é̴̵̠̼͖̲̎̋͌,̡̙͚̠͈̞̠ͨ̾ͮ̄ͣ͝ ͙̺̖̩͉͍͈̳̳ͨ̂d̵̥̞͇̿̈́ͣ͊͛͐͡͞o͒͊ͦ͏̵͇̫͖̖̰̻̭͈͡i̛̗̓͆́̓̇ͨ̀͒͋ṅ͉̟̹̝̯̻͔ͪg̸͖̱̮̮͉ͩ̑̔̏̄̓͋ ̬͙̣̯̺̥ͭ̎̅͑ͨͬ̃͘͟͝ͅͅͅh͂̊ͭ̊̆̍͆̾҉̦̺͎ǐ͊͛͟͏̭͕̱̹̪̲͇͓͞s͂ͨ̍͗͐҉̸̝̭͙͖̥̥̻͖ ͣ̾̊̀̐ͣ̾ͫ͢͏̢̩b̷̭̞̻̜̙̠͍̤̈ͯͩͪͅi̛͕̲̓͌ͫď̞͙̱͕͓̠̱͊̔̀̏̍͢͝d̛͖̣̩͎͙̓͌̆ͩ̈̅̽̎̀͠iͤ͝͏̲̦n̵̨͕̪͚̜͙̜̜̙ͣͥ̓͌̐ͪg̝͔̺̙̱͙̒̃ͪ̂́ͅ ̶̷̘̞̠̻͕͕̣̿ ͔̰̆͋̉̏̀͐̈́͞Z̨͓̊ͨ͜A̠̭̻͐̋̏̀͜͞L͌ͦ̃̅̆҉̦̮̣͘G͓͕̺ͯͨ́̚O̳͎͚͕̰ͫ͒̕ ̖̲͇̲͉͓̗̋̒ͯ͆́͟ ͎͎̹̪̖̋ͤͬͣ̄̾̒̓͢h͚͙͈͉͍͒͋ͯ͊̃̔̋e̴ͭ͛͛̒̇͌ͨ͠҉̰̼̦̹̺̰l̬͓̝̜̗̖̠̑̌̑̈ͣ̀̃̕͞ͅp̷̳̦͉̱͚̈́́ ͇̩̩̺͎̦͓̣̌͐ͧ̈́̑̆m̋ͪ͏̩͉͙̘̪̫͎͎͉́ě̦̫͇̄̋̓̌ͮͩ

.̨̟͎͚͎̣ͪ̐̌͌̋̍̈́ͨ.̷̱̫̳̫̦̱̯͚͋ͯ̌͟͟.̢̪̬͖̀̎ͭ̓̈́̎͋̈͞.̴̧͚͉̣̥̇͑̆͗͑͛̾̄͡

I have been here as long as I can remember.

I have no memory of my past life.

All I know is slipping away.

From the words of the newly added, I can piece together what happened to me. All his victims had been taken at night, woken from their sleep to see him. His face. The last thing I remember from my past life. His face staring down on me. That terrible face. Then I remember waking in this place, this pit of eternal darkness, his lair. It seems fun, with all the games and entertainment. But there is no escape. All of us here are a separate crowd. There are those who stay in the shadows sobbing for their past lives. That is what I was. There are those who play the games, ride the rides, trying to forget where they are. I was that too. Now I am with the final group, the ones whose souls were taken long ago, empty and forlorn. He comes. Many are picked. This time it with me. He comes occasionally, choosing those who are the worst off. They never return. I never return. He takes us away, and shows us the truth. The glorious truth. Corruption they said, cleansing is true. Our memories return. We remember praising him, us nameless, and him named. He Who Must Be Exalted. We are slipping away, happy to know to add him essence.

h̍ͣ҉̥̤e͖̱̦̱̺̳̖̻͊ͭ͛ͪ̔ͩ̄ḽ̪̥̩ͬͥͦ͟͞͠pͫ̋ͯ̚͏̡̠̪̫ ̷͍͚̝̻̖̖ͨ́ͥ̂͌̈́̄ͦṃ̷̤͈͚̏̃̐ͧ͌̄ͦ͘͢e͔̹͗̾ͣ́̌̀͜͝.̱̖̎ͮ͋ͤ͡ ̤̖̪̣̙̻̙ͤ̇̓ͥ̕i̖̥͓͛ ̧̞̺̪̬̈̾̒̈́͊̐̋̚d͎̆̆͒̍ͥͤ̕͜ͅiͦ͗ͯ͑͘͏̞̦̣̩̀d̸̛̳ͥͣ ̺̘̦ͦ̊̀ͥͧ̚n̨̤͔̤̫̘̤͓ͪ̋̀̈́͝o̅ͬ͑ͫͨ̊͏̫̼̟̼̠̯͍͔t̥͙͚̟͚͉̍ͪ́ ͙̦͙͊ͧ̌́̎͂̆͞w̵̟̤͎͙͈̤̍͝a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡n̞̤̗̟̞͓ͨ̀ͨͧͣ͠ͅṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́ ̸̗̖ͨ̑͋̓ͥ͑ͯͧ͡t̸̗̥́̐̓͡h̞̩͓̘̖̤̏̋ị̷̗̝̣̣̝̦͙́͞s̴̞̎̓͛͝.̵̔̆͋̐ͧͮͯ͏̞ ̨͇̱͇̼̲̭̤͔̟̈́ͤ͗̅̅͟͠i̡̗͉͖ͭ͡ͅ ̪̗̺̗̘̬̆̇̅́͘͢d̶ͦ̃͛ͤ͞͏̞̩̜͕ͅi̸̧̙ͩ̆ͩͭ͒̇d̦̙̲͚̹͈̣͂̍̈̊̒̎ͩ͢͡ ̡̦̭̞̲̰͎̏ͮͫͫ̏̃͟͝n͆͆͑̈͒͏̲̻͟o̼̊̇̇̍̓̅̉͘t̖̟̦̥͈͉͇͕̐ͧͥ̿̒͊́ ͇̦̍̄̓̎̈̊ͤ̆ṅ̤̫͈͖̯̺͚͠ͅe̗ͬ̓̑̎ͪͥ̂̂͐́e̱̰̣͈̖̥̅͒̾͊͋ͥͦ̀ͅd̴͉ͫ͂ͪ̊̈́́͡ ̥̋͘͠t̼̫̳̩̳̩̱ͨ̽̐ͅh̝̲͖́̄ͩͭ̈ͨ̀͟i̫̰͕̥̥̱̙͖ͣͮ̐̇̄͊s̠̲͙ͨͧ͘.͉̩̹̗͆̿̈ ̡ͩ͆̄ͨ҉̟̟̘̹̭̼͙͠i̡̳̪͋̔̒̉̊͒̓͠ţ̻̝̞̯̐̋ͤ̍ͨ̈́ͦ ̛͚͔̮̪̠̰̰̒̎ͦ͂́ͬ̌́̀b̳̊̔͋̽ů͓̠̺̩̝̣̲͚͈̎̆̊̔͌͑̏͊̀ŗ͓̣̰̙̣̦̖ͤn̤̫̩̲̱͎̝͔ͪ̿̄ͮ͟s̶̥̐̔̓̿͊ͅ.̧̳̝̤̯̥͇̱̱̻̑͛̄͆̓̏ͦ ͎̥ͦ̆̉ͦͬ͞c̴͎̰̮͇̃ͪ̾̌ͯͥô̷̲̱͛ͣ̀r̴͕̹̣̳͖̬̭̿̂͟r̷̩̣͕͖̜̒ͥ͠u̽҉̷̷̥̗̰̲̞̲̺͇ṕ̜ͫ́̈̌ͩ̇̏t̷̫̗̻͍͇͕̀́ͧ̀̑̚i͕͎͉̼̽͑ͨ͒ͩ̿̆͢ő̳͜͝ń̜̣̳̝̣̉̊.̢̹̳̭͛͒͛̇̓̓͐ͥ ̩͔̻̯̫̗͒̇͒̍͘ ͓̇̈̇ͪ́ ̴̞̜̺̪͎̗̦͎̈͋͝P̴ͨ͗̍̅͡͏̗̞̭͉̤͔̗͔R͇͂͐̈A̷̘̤͇̺͋ͦͮ̌̑͛ͮI̥̩̱̽ͬ̀S̡̥ͭ̈́ͯ͌͡E̢̓̏̄͛́̊҉͉̪̖͉͚͕ ͉̯̱͍͎͉̠̿͌ͩͬ̃̀͜͟ ͖̠͛ͥͪ̓͘͞ỉ̃ͩ͌͏̼̪͇̠̲͎ ̶̖͚ͧ̀̆ͯ̍a̮̘̓ͬ͛͢m͉̻̟̞͈̺̟̓̇́̓͆ ̻̺̙̭ͤ̿̓ͪ̀͡ͅs̜͉͕͈̺ͩ̐͂͂̎̂̀lͫ̈̈́͂͐́̓҉̮̘̰i̴̪͙͙̪̬̘͗̌ͯ̀̀ͦ̑̈͝p̷̭̯̪͓̰͔̩ͩͪ̉̀̄ͦ́͛p̧̥͓̜̮̍͐͆̚į̫̭̂͒͆ṇ̡͔̥̼̣́̅̐̊ͯ͌͊͝g̪̳̭͇̝ͥ̏̊ͩͬͤ.̴̸̩͖͆͌͑ͪ̐̐͢ ̵͕̖̼̺̝ͤͪͩͅf̫̹͎̞͔̓ͦ̊͑̀a̝ͥͣ̅̊̓̽l̡̳̣͓̪̘̗͐̅͞l̻͓͔̲̫͕͔̙̲͊̍͊iͯ̇́ͥͭͦ͏̶̨̤̬͖̹͇͈̟̥ṇ̷̢̙̄́ͮͭ̉̍ͥͣ̕g̴͍̼ͧ̌̈̍̀͜ ͉͙̟̲̱̫̤̦̃͗́̀̾͋ͨ͐̀͝ã͚̫̌ͬ̽ͥ͢͝w̛̺̦̘͓̲͒̌ͭ͆ͦ͞ą̧̗̼ͪ̇ͤ́̌̄͊̎ͅy̡̟̖ͫ͑͡.̛̓ͬ̃̚҉̘͉̘ ̶̊̿̍͟͏̘̤̻͔͍

m̸͕ͤͦͫ͑ͯ͝ẙ̛̹̳̲̓̈́̍̑̈͝ ̱̮̼̘̞̬̳̊ͮ̎ͫ̈́ͭ̍̂͠s͇͓̀͂͒̅ͯ̕͢͜k̸̨͉͚̲͈̞̦͎ͪ͐̐ͩ̏͆̍i̳̳͚͇͖̥̍̑ͫ̀͌̾ͥͫ̇́ň̶͖͔̑̃͐̈́͝ ̲̝̗̥̺͍͍̐̍ͦ͋̈́ͨͅr̮̗̻̮͚̩̮̋ͩ̂͊͠ͅǫ̸̜̗̟̳̲̳̠̇͂͒͊ͫ̉t͇̠̦͈̥̤̣ͤ͢͢͝ͅs̢̧̲̬̰̻̟͈̯̓͆̒,̃ͤ̓̏ͪ́̊͆͏̡̲̰͖̞̼̖͓̣ ͙̝̺͉͑̋̅̉m̸͉͕̣͚̻͆́y͉̻̯͉͓̯̝ͣͨ ͫ̄͗̉͒҉̭i̻̱ͦ̃͊̽͘n͉̠̲̝ͩ̉̀̚n̉͏̸͖͕̟̹ą̨̤̩̍͋ͫ́r͌̈҉̙̤͉̗̗d͙̻̭̜̭̬̱͖̭ͪ̅̐̆͐ͯͩͥ̽͜͝͞s̡̖͕̟̲̝̼͗̔ͬ̚͟ ̷̜̯̣͇̼͚̃̂͊ͫ̾͢͠b̅̇̋ͨ̍̀͊͌҉͉͕̙͉̮͢o̷̲͋̀͝ỉ̛̠̺̒ͤ̓̄ͥ́ļ̘̮̳ͫ̆͋́̽̂̿̈.̘̮ͮ̽̄́ ͔́ͤ́ͤ̃̏̇͘ḧ̻̘̼̘̤́̈̈́ͧ͑̿͋̓͝i̶̳̝̻̘ͧ̂ͥ͡ͅs̴̛͎̫͈̫̮̈̋̌́̄̃́ ̡̥̫̣͓̖̣͉̉́̑͋w͉͈͖̮̟͉ͥ̈̆͢i̢̘̬̩̓̄̓̒͗̇l̑ͤ͛̒̂̍҉̧̖̫͖̞͙́l̸͈̹̃ͪ͌̑͛̊͜ ̿́ͣ͏̸̨̘͇ͅi̓ͣ̍̔ͭ́̅̆ͅṡ̤̱̠͎̱̼̼̤̈́̀̔ͫ́͢ ̨̡̦̻̞͓͙̬̳̂ͮͭ̈́s͉͉͕͓̞̼ͭ͗̓͑̎̋̈́̚ţ̷͖͔̥̠̮͔̘͖̐̂͗ͫͅr̬̪̞̞̽̆ͧ͒̏̒ͮͫo̰͕̞͖͐̅n̵̤͙ͯ̓̌̂̆ͭ͜͡ǧ̢͔͉̜ͦ̚͜͝e̵̜̰̻̙ͩͦͫͮ̑̒̄̅r̻̫̱ͪ͌̓̓̈́.̟̥̟̙̮̥ͫͤͩ̈́ͣͭ͗̐̾́ ̷͙̗̗̥̳̙͑̊ͪ ̴͍̤͓͙̬͈̳ͬͬ̅̍̽͞ͅH̢̺̳̘̩̬̲̜̄͌̅͡I̹̹̼͒̆̈͊ͨͨͅM̴͖̤̣̹̮̖̱̯̋ͭ́̽̍̐͟ ̵͔ͯͫ͂̍̑ ̬̥͔̗̙̹̳̣̿̉̆͊͘ḯ̜͎̪̞̱̟̣̂̓̏̐ͯ́ ̨̲̞̮ͮ̚a̶̸͍̱̝̻̹ͬ̈͠m̳̑͒̈́̔ͤ͠ ̗̬̗͗͛̄ḥ̟̝̏̾̇ͣ̋̓̓͠i̳̝̼̫̍͒̈̿́̍̓͌͡ͅs͖͑͋͛̓ͦ͛͐̆ ̡̳̲͚͆̔ͮ͗͋̍͊̾̀͡ͅş̙̲͉̳͋ͪ̋̓ļ̴̔̊̍̔̾ͩ҉͎̟̝̹͖̝̺͖a̺͖̻͍̠͔̻̥ͫ̒ͤ̔̐̀͞ͅv̷̯̹͚͉͚͍͚̭̰̄é̴̵̠̼͖̲̎̋͌,̡̙͚̠͈̞̠ͨ̾ͮ̄ͣ͝ ͙̺̖̩͉͍͈̳̳ͨ̂d̵̥̞͇̿̈́ͣ͊͛͐͡͞o͒͊ͦ͏̵͇̫͖̖̰̻̭͈͡i̛̗̓͆́̓̇ͨ̀͒͋ṅ͉̟̹̝̯̻͔ͪg̸͖̱̮̮͉ͩ̑̔̏̄̓͋ ̬͙̣̯̺̥ͭ̎̅͑ͨͬ̃͘͟͝ͅͅͅh͂̊ͭ̊̆̍͆̾҉̦̺͎ǐ͊͛͟͏̭͕̱̹̪̲͇͓͞s͂ͨ̍͗͐҉̸̝̭͙͖̥̥̻͖ ͣ̾̊̀̐ͣ̾ͫ͢͏̢̩b̷̭̞̻̜̙̠͍̤̈ͯͩͪͅi̛͕̲̓͌ͫď̞͙̱͕͓̠̱͊̔̀̏̍͢͝d̛͖̣̩͎͙̓͌̆ͩ̈̅̽̎̀͠iͤ͝͏̲̦n̵̨͕̪͚̜͙̜̜̙ͣͥ̓͌̐ͪg̝͔̺̙̱͙̒̃ͪ̂́ͅ ̶̷̘̞̠̻͕͕̣̿ ͔̰̆͋̉̏̀͐̈́͞Z̨͓̊ͨ͜A̠̭̻͐̋̏̀͜͞L͌ͦ̃̅̆҉̦̮̣͘G͓͕̺ͯͨ́̚O̳͎͚͕̰ͫ͒̕ ̖̲͇̲͉͓̗̋̒ͯ͆́͟ ͎͎̹̪̖̋ͤͬͣ̄̾̒̓͢h͚͙͈͉͍͒͋ͯ͊̃̔̋e̴ͭ͛͛̒̇͌ͨ͠҉̰̼̦̹̺̰l̬͓̝̜̗̖̠̑̌̑̈ͣ̀̃̕͞ͅp̷̳̦͉̱͚̈́́ ͇̩̩̺͎̦͓̣̌͐ͧ̈́̑̆m̋ͪ͏̩͉͙̘̪̫͎͎͉́ě̦̫͇̄̋̓̌ͮͩ

.̨̟͎͚͎̣ͪ̐̌͌̋̍̈́ͨ.̷̱̫̳̫̦̱̯͚͋ͯ̌͟͟.̢̪̬͖̀̎ͭ̓̈́̎͋̈͞.̴̧͚͉̣̥̇͑̆͗͑͛̾̄͡

Sometime during the night of August 16, 1952, the small town of Ashley, Kansas ceased to exist. At 3:28am on August 17, 1952, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The earthquake itself was felt throughout the state and most of the midwest. The epicenter was determined to be directly under Ashley, Kansas.

When state law enforcement arrived at what should have been the outskirts of the farming community, they found a smoldering, burning fissure in the earth measuring 1,000 yards in length and approximately 500 yards in width. The depth of the fissure was never determined.

After twelve days, the state-wide and local search for the missing 679 residents of Ashley, Kansas, was called off by the Kansas State Government at 9:15pm on the night of August 29, 1952. All 679 residents were assumed to be dead. At 2:27am on August 30, 1952, a magnitude 7.5 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The epicenter was situated under what used to be the location of Ashley, Kansas. When law enforcement investigated at 5:32am, they reported that the fissure in the Earth had closed.

In the eight days leading up to the disappearance of the town and its 679 residents, bizarre and unexplainable events were reported by dozens of residents in Ashley, Kansas and law enforcement from the surrounding area.

On the evening of August 8, 1952, at 7:13pm, a resident by the name of Gabriel Johnathan reported a strange sight in the sky above Ashley. The town itself, having no official branch of law enforcement, called into the police station of the neighboring town of Hays. Gabriel reported what appeared to be a “small, black opening in the sky.” Within the next fifteen minutes, the Hays police station became overwhelmed with dozens of phone calls all reporting the same phenomenon. The phenomenon was never reported by any neighboring communities. A decision was made to send of a trooper to Ashley to investigate the matter the following morning.

At 7:54 am on the morning of August 9, 1952, Hays Police Officer Allan Mace radioed the Hays Police Station. He reported that, despite following the one way road leading into Ashley, he had become lost. According to his report, the road “continued along its normal path, but somehow ended up back in Hays.” Officer Mace went on to add that the road never curved, or bent in any direction. At 9:15am, seven of the town’s 10 police cars were sent to investigate the situation, and all members of the team came to the same conclusion. The only road leading into Ashley stopped leading into Ashley, but instead led back to Hays. Phone calls continued to pour into the Hays Police Station, all reporting that the black opening in the sky continued to grow in size. All callers were advised to remain inside, and to not travel outside unless absolutely necessary. At 8:17pm, Mrs. Elaine Kantor reported her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Milton, and their two children, Jeffery and Brooke, missing. According to Mrs. Kantor’s phone call, the Miltons attempted to leave town in their family car earlier in the evening. They never returned. Law enforcement officals from Hays never reported the car, or individuals, coming up the one way road.

At 7:38am on the morning of August 10, 1952, phone calls from Ashley into the Hays Police Station reported that the town was in total darkness. The sun had never risen. At 10:15am, at the request of Hays Law Enforcement, a helicopter from Topeka, Kansas flew over the region in which Ashley, Kansas stood. The town was never observed from air.

At 12:43pm on the afternoon of August 11, 1952, Ms. Phoebe Danielewski called into the Hays Police Station. She reported that her daugter Erica had begun to have conversations with her father, who died three years prior in a drunk driving accident. To add to her concern, Ms. Danielewski reported that Erica was attempting to go outside into the dark, to “join them.” Over the course of the next twelve hours, a reported 329 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Station all describing similar phenomenon with the children of the town.

The following morning of August 12, 1952, the situation became dire. During the middle of the night, all 217 children in the town of Ashley, Kansas disappeared. A reported 421 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Department. Unable to be of any useful assistance, Hays Law Enforcement instructed all callers to remain inside and to avoid any and all attempts at finding the missing children.

At 5:19pm on the evening August 13, 1952, Ashley elderly man Scott Luntz reported a growing, distant fire to the south. According to his description, the fire seemed to turn the distant black into “bright red and orange [that] seemed to extend high into the sky.” Throughout the rest of the day, calls continued in, stating that the fire, in addition to moving north, now seemed to “come out of the black sky.” No fire was ever witnessed by any of the neighboring communities or law enforcement officials.

The reports continued until 12:09am on the morning of August 14, 1952. The last phone call, placed by a Mr. Benjamin Endicott, reported that the fire in the sky had grown so intense that it began to appear as daytime over the town. The phone call ended abruptly:

(FROM THE PHONECALL PLACED BY BENJAMIN SHERMAN ENDICOOT)

Benjamin:
“Just hold on….wait…”
(continued silence)

Benjamin (cont.):
“Yeah, yeah I see something. It’s to the south. It looks like-“
[END PHONECALL]

The next phone call wouldn’t be placed until the following evening.

The following is the entire transcript of the final phonecall to be received by the Hays Police Department out of the town of Ashley, Kansas. It was placed at 9:46pm on the evening of August 15, 1952. In this recorded phonecall, the officer on duty is Officer Peter Welsch. The caller has been identified as Ms. April Foster.

[BEGIN PHONECALL]

Officer Welsch:
“Hays Police Department.”
(muffled static)

Officer Welsch:
“Hello?”

Foster:
“YES…yes, hello?”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, who am I speaking with.”

Foster:
“My name is April, April Foster. (coughs) Please, sir. Please help me.”

Officer Welsch:
“What is happening, ma’am?”

Foster:
“Last night….last night they came back.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to -“

Foster:
“LAST NIGHT THEY CAME BACK!” (cries)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down, and speak clearly. What happened? Who came back?”

Foster:
(sobbing) “Everyone.”

Officer Welsch:
“Everyone?”

Foster:
“They all came in the fire.”

Officer Welsch:
“What do you mean everyone?”

Foster:
“My son…..I saw my son last night. He was walking… he was walking down the street. He was burned. Jesus Christ HE WAS BURNED.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am I -“

Foster:
“He died last year. I raised him since he was a baby….it was just me and him. I told him to watch for cars when he rode his bike. But he never wanted to listen.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, what you’re saying isn’t making any sense. You said everyone came back?”

Foster:
“ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME? EVERYONE. Everyone came back. Everyone who died, or went missing, they’re back. And they’re looking for US! (cries)
He…he said”: “Mommy, I’m okay now! See, I can walk again! Where are you, Mommy? I want to see you!” (sobs)

Officer Welsch:
…”Ma’am, where are you now? Are you safe?”

Foster:
“I’m hiding. Just like everyone else. We saw them coming through the fields….and….some people opened their doors for them. God, the SCREAMING. (pause) I don’t know what happened to them. But their houses caught fire and they….caved in. I have my curtains drawn. I’m hiding in the closet right now and-” (silence)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, is everything alright, are you okay?”

Foster:
(silence)

Officer Welsh:
“Ma’am?”

Foster:
(glass breaking)
“Oh…Oh my God.”

Officer Welsh:
“Ma’am?”

Foster:
“Something just came in.”(muffled cries)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, stay as quiet as you can. Don’t make a sound.”

Foster:
(Muffled: “Mommy…..mommy?”)
(sobbing) “He came inside.”

Officer Welsch: “Stay absolutely still. Don’t leave.” 

Foster:
(Sound of muffled footsteps)
(Muffled: “Mommy? Mommy, where are you hiding?”)

Officer Welsch: “Stay quiet.”

Foster: 
(Sound of heavy footsteps. Laughter. Muffled: “I found you, MOMMY!”)
(Indiscernable screaming and noise)

Officer Welsch: “Ma’am? MA’AM??”

[END PHONECALL]

The following morning, at 6:55am, the law enforcement officals of the Hays Police Department arrived at the location of Ashley, Kansas. A smoldering, burning fissure in the Earth was all that remained.

Sometime during the night of August 16, 1952, the small town of Ashley, Kansas ceased to exist. At 3:28am on August 17, 1952, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The earthquake itself was felt throughout the state and most of the midwest. The epicenter was determined to be directly under Ashley, Kansas.

When state law enforcement arrived at what should have been the outskirts of the farming community, they found a smoldering, burning fissure in the earth measuring 1,000 yards in length and approximately 500 yards in width. The depth of the fissure was never determined.

After twelve days, the state-wide and local search for the missing 679 residents of Ashley, Kansas, was called off by the Kansas State Government at 9:15pm on the night of August 29, 1952. All 679 residents were assumed to be dead. At 2:27am on August 30, 1952, a magnitude 7.5 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The epicenter was situated under what used to be the location of Ashley, Kansas. When law enforcement investigated at 5:32am, they reported that the fissure in the Earth had closed.

In the eight days leading up to the disappearance of the town and its 679 residents, bizarre and unexplainable events were reported by dozens of residents in Ashley, Kansas and law enforcement from the surrounding area.

On the evening of August 8, 1952, at 7:13pm, a resident by the name of Gabriel Johnathan reported a strange sight in the sky above Ashley. The town itself, having no official branch of law enforcement, called into the police station of the neighboring town of Hays. Gabriel reported what appeared to be a “small, black opening in the sky.” Within the next fifteen minutes, the Hays police station became overwhelmed with dozens of phone calls all reporting the same phenomenon. The phenomenon was never reported by any neighboring communities. A decision was made to send of a trooper to Ashley to investigate the matter the following morning.

At 7:54 am on the morning of August 9, 1952, Hays Police Officer Allan Mace radioed the Hays Police Station. He reported that, despite following the one way road leading into Ashley, he had become lost. According to his report, the road “continued along its normal path, but somehow ended up back in Hays.” Officer Mace went on to add that the road never curved, or bent in any direction. At 9:15am, seven of the town’s 10 police cars were sent to investigate the situation, and all members of the team came to the same conclusion. The only road leading into Ashley stopped leading into Ashley, but instead led back to Hays. Phone calls continued to pour into the Hays Police Station, all reporting that the black opening in the sky continued to grow in size. All callers were advised to remain inside, and to not travel outside unless absolutely necessary. At 8:17pm, Mrs. Elaine Kantor reported her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Milton, and their two children, Jeffery and Brooke, missing. According to Mrs. Kantor’s phone call, the Miltons attempted to leave town in their family car earlier in the evening. They never returned. Law enforcement officals from Hays never reported the car, or individuals, coming up the one way road.

At 7:38am on the morning of August 10, 1952, phone calls from Ashley into the Hays Police Station reported that the town was in total darkness. The sun had never risen. At 10:15am, at the request of Hays Law Enforcement, a helicopter from Topeka, Kansas flew over the region in which Ashley, Kansas stood. The town was never observed from air.

At 12:43pm on the afternoon of August 11, 1952, Ms. Phoebe Danielewski called into the Hays Police Station. She reported that her daugter Erica had begun to have conversations with her father, who died three years prior in a drunk driving accident. To add to her concern, Ms. Danielewski reported that Erica was attempting to go outside into the dark, to “join them.” Over the course of the next twelve hours, a reported 329 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Station all describing similar phenomenon with the children of the town.

The following morning of August 12, 1952, the situation became dire. During the middle of the night, all 217 children in the town of Ashley, Kansas disappeared. A reported 421 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Department. Unable to be of any useful assistance, Hays Law Enforcement instructed all callers to remain inside and to avoid any and all attempts at finding the missing children.

At 5:19pm on the evening August 13, 1952, Ashley elderly man Scott Luntz reported a growing, distant fire to the south. According to his description, the fire seemed to turn the distant black into “bright red and orange [that] seemed to extend high into the sky.” Throughout the rest of the day, calls continued in, stating that the fire, in addition to moving north, now seemed to “come out of the black sky.” No fire was ever witnessed by any of the neighboring communities or law enforcement officials.

The reports continued until 12:09am on the morning of August 14, 1952. The last phone call, placed by a Mr. Benjamin Endicott, reported that the fire in the sky had grown so intense that it began to appear as daytime over the town. The phone call ended abruptly:

(FROM THE PHONECALL PLACED BY BENJAMIN SHERMAN ENDICOOT)

Benjamin:
“Just hold on….wait…”
(continued silence)

Benjamin (cont.):
“Yeah, yeah I see something. It’s to the south. It looks like-“
[END PHONECALL]

The next phone call wouldn’t be placed until the following evening.

The following is the entire transcript of the final phonecall to be received by the Hays Police Department out of the town of Ashley, Kansas. It was placed at 9:46pm on the evening of August 15, 1952. In this recorded phonecall, the officer on duty is Officer Peter Welsch. The caller has been identified as Ms. April Foster.

[BEGIN PHONECALL]

Officer Welsch:
“Hays Police Department.”
(muffled static)

Officer Welsch:
“Hello?”

Foster:
“YES…yes, hello?”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, who am I speaking with.”

Foster:
“My name is April, April Foster. (coughs) Please, sir. Please help me.”

Officer Welsch:
“What is happening, ma’am?”

Foster:
“Last night….last night they came back.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to -“

Foster:
“LAST NIGHT THEY CAME BACK!” (cries)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to calm down, and speak clearly. What happened? Who came back?”

Foster:
(sobbing) “Everyone.”

Officer Welsch:
“Everyone?”

Foster:
“They all came in the fire.”

Officer Welsch:
“What do you mean everyone?”

Foster:
“My son…..I saw my son last night. He was walking… he was walking down the street. He was burned. Jesus Christ HE WAS BURNED.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am I -“

Foster:
“He died last year. I raised him since he was a baby….it was just me and him. I told him to watch for cars when he rode his bike. But he never wanted to listen.”

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, what you’re saying isn’t making any sense. You said everyone came back?”

Foster:
“ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME? EVERYONE. Everyone came back. Everyone who died, or went missing, they’re back. And they’re looking for US! (cries)
He…he said”: “Mommy, I’m okay now! See, I can walk again! Where are you, Mommy? I want to see you!” (sobs)

Officer Welsch:
…”Ma’am, where are you now? Are you safe?”

Foster:
“I’m hiding. Just like everyone else. We saw them coming through the fields….and….some people opened their doors for them. God, the SCREAMING. (pause) I don’t know what happened to them. But their houses caught fire and they….caved in. I have my curtains drawn. I’m hiding in the closet right now and-” (silence)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, is everything alright, are you okay?”

Foster:
(silence)

Officer Welsh:
“Ma’am?”

Foster:
(glass breaking)
“Oh…Oh my God.”

Officer Welsh:
“Ma’am?”

Foster:
“Something just came in.”(muffled cries)

Officer Welsch:
“Ma’am, stay as quiet as you can. Don’t make a sound.”

Foster:
(Muffled: “Mommy…..mommy?”)
(sobbing) “He came inside.”

Officer Welsch: “Stay absolutely still. Don’t leave.”

Foster:
(Sound of muffled footsteps)
(Muffled: “Mommy? Mommy, where are you hiding?”)

Officer Welsch: “Stay quiet.”

Foster:
(Sound of heavy footsteps. Laughter. Muffled: “I found you, MOMMY!”)
(Indiscernable screaming and noise)

Officer Welsch: “Ma’am? MA’AM??”

[END PHONECALL]

The following morning, at 6:55am, the law enforcement officals of the Hays Police Department arrived at the location of Ashley, Kansas. A smoldering, burning fissure in the Earth was all that remained.

I don’t know what’s real. I’m standing behind myself, watching me type this. That anxiety when another person is within a hair’s width of you? Its all I sense. My head is pounding, but my heart has slowed down. Every time I breathe, I become wearier. I can’t do this anymore. I should just turn around. Maybe it will be the last time.

I don’t know how long it’s been. May have been barely half an hour ago, or maybe it’s been days, or weeks. I don’t know. I can’t remember, I can’t think, the blood is shooting through my veins, drowning out thoughts. I can’t concentrate, but someone needs to know. Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’ve finally cracked. Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe it is.

Someone help me. Please.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My cat was perched on my chest, seeming irritated as cats usually are. I shooed her away, and after a few minutes of tossing, turning and creaking mattress springs, I decided to roll out of bed and visit the toilet. It wasn’t a lengthy walk through my studio apartment, but being half asleep, every stride seemed to take longer than it should. I heard the covers shift once I entered the bathroom. My groggy thoughts passed it off as my cat wrestling with imaginary mice.

The cheap laminate was cold beneath my feet, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as I relieved myself. I heard the mattress creak again, and began contemplating locking my over-active feline in the bathroom for the night. I left the bathroom, stumbling against the doorframe, and saw my apartment through the low glow from my computer. At least the carpet was comforting. Careful to avoid the mess on the floor that was my wardrobe, I sauntered over to my small twin-sized bed.

There was someone there.

That couldn’t be right. The covers must have been rolled oddly. I took a step back; the floor was warm… and wet. Damn cat missed the litter box. I swung around and flipped a light switch, then wandered over to my pathetic kitchen to grab the paper towels, cursing as I went. When I finally looked down at my feet, I noticed the wetness was not piss from a misbehaving cat, but a sickening red color. I had trailed blood across my apartment. I distinctly remember the feel of the stuff between my toes. The entire situation had my stomach turning, but I finally began to actually wake up.

I called out to my cat as I went back to the main puddle to clean, but received no answer. I looked towards my bed, which I could see clearly thanks to the invention of the light bulb, which was empty. I had no clue where the blood had come from, and really didn’t give a fuck. White carpet stained with blood? I had my security deposit to worry about. Inevitably, I wound up spreading the mess. Blood was everywhere.

I went back to the kitchen to wet the towels, reached the sink, and screamed. Lying in the basin, twisted, contorted and fur matted with blood, was my tabby. Two minutes ago, she was sleeping on my chest, and now she was there.

I backed up, hands covering my mouth, and bumped into something. I fell to the ground, landed in a pool of blood that hadn’t been there before, and yelped. I looked up, and saw myself… but it wasn’t me. Her hair was messy, filthy, sopping in blood and riddled with leaves and sticks. Her eyes were wide and empty, and she was smiling. Her smile was wider than possible, unmoving, unwavering, and purely psychopathic. She was staring down at me, silent. Blood coated the over-sized shirt she was wearing, the same shirt I wore. She had a knife in her right hand, saturated with red. I screamed and scrambled backwards, but not soon enough.

Her hand rose, and lowered. The blade came down, and pierced above my collar bone. She pulled it out, and lowered it again, shoving the blade deep into my shoulder. She continued to grin, and stared motionless into my eyes as she continued to rhythmically stab at me, her reflection. Not once did she blink. I remember thinking that, between the pain and the screaming, I remember the unblinking eyes.

Then I woke up.

Covered in a cold sweat, I shoved the cat off my chest and sat up. She meowed angrily, and dashed into the kitchen. I put my head on my hands, and sat for a moment. I just wanted to get over the nightmare. I hoped it would be like any other dream and disappear into nothingness. It didn’t. I stood up, turned on a light, and looked at myself in the mirror. It was me. Just me. No twigs in my hair, no blood, just me. I laughed. It was empty, and did little to put me at ease, but I laughed. I reached for the light switch, and the room was dark.

I turned to my bed, and froze. She was sitting there, exactly where I was, seconds before. She was still smiling, still staring, still covered in blood. I ran towards the door, and she leapt from the bed with inhuman speed, overtaking my tired limbs with ease. She grabbed my hair and spun me around. I tugged at her wrist, ripped at her flesh with my nails, but she just stared and smiled. Her arm raised, the knife dripped with my own blood, and I watched it come down. I felt it enter my chest: numbness, then deafening pain. It was as if the world was silent, the pain filled every nerve in my brain. It was enough to knock one unconscious.

Then I woke up.

This time, I stayed still in my bed. I let the cat continue to rest on my stomach, and just listened. I waited for a creak, for a rustle, for any noise at all. I don’t know how long I laid there, staring at the ceiling. I don’t know why morning never came. When I couldn’t bare the position any longer, I rolled over onto my side.

Her face was an inch from mine. If I didn’t know better, I would have said someone had simply placed a mirror next to me while I slept. She was still grinning, still unblinking, and staring. I shoved myself backwards and fell off the bed, but she matched every motion with her own, she was never less than a foot from me. I backed into a wall, squeezed my eyes shut, and waited for the blade to pierce my body. For the numbness, for the pain, to wake up again. But it didn’t happen. I sat there, again, for an unknown amount of time, terrified to open my eyes.

When I was sure I could no longer hear her breathing, I slowly opened an eye. Like a child peaking at the movie scene her parents told her not to watch. My eyes quickly adjusted, and I saw nothing. The room was mine, empty, but messy. I kept my head still and slowly moved my eyes to the kitchen, where I found her standing, back to me. I heard the familiar, sickening squish of the knife, and a yowl. My cat. She was murdering my cat for the second time.

There was nothing I could do, so I decided that was my chance to escape. I wasted no time, sprang up, and raced towards the door. I saw her move from the corner of my eye, but refused to flinch. I made it to the door only to find it locked, and the bolt removed. I was trapped. She knew I was trapped. I could hear her breathing, and I swore I heard her laugh… an empty laugh, just like I had done before.

I turned, saw her brilliantly mad smile, and braced myself. We made eye contact. Her empty eyes, the twisted version of my own self, began to shake with vacant laughter. The entire time, she remained unblinking, forever staring. I sank down to the floor, and she stopped laughing only to raise her hand again to strike. It came, the blade came, and I accepted it.

Then I woke up.

I’ve decided if I ignore her, if I don’t look at her, if her insane eyes don’t meet my own, she won’t kill me. She has already murdered my poor tabby. I can hear the dripping of her blood from the kitchen. It echoes in my head. I have to ignore it.

I’m going crazy, if I wasn’t already. I can hear her breathing, growing impatient. I can see my reflection in the screen. I’m smiling. Why am I smiling?

Why am I smiling?

Someone help.


Story by: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/User:Jadeziaa

I don’t know what’s real. I’m standing behind myself, watching me type this. That anxiety when another person is within a hair’s width of you? Its all I sense. My head is pounding, but my heart has slowed down. Every time I breathe, I become wearier. I can’t do this anymore. I should just turn around. Maybe it will be the last time.

I don’t know how long it’s been. May have been barely half an hour ago, or maybe it’s been days, or weeks. I don’t know. I can’t remember, I can’t think, the blood is shooting through my veins, drowning out thoughts. I can’t concentrate, but someone needs to know. Maybe I’m just crazy, maybe I’ve finally cracked. Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe it is.

Someone help me. Please.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My cat was perched on my chest, seeming irritated as cats usually are. I shooed her away, and after a few minutes of tossing, turning and creaking mattress springs, I decided to roll out of bed and visit the toilet. It wasn’t a lengthy walk through my studio apartment, but being half asleep, every stride seemed to take longer than it should. I heard the covers shift once I entered the bathroom. My groggy thoughts passed it off as my cat wrestling with imaginary mice.

The cheap laminate was cold beneath my feet, and my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as I relieved myself. I heard the mattress creak again, and began contemplating locking my over-active feline in the bathroom for the night. I left the bathroom, stumbling against the doorframe, and saw my apartment through the low glow from my computer. At least the carpet was comforting. Careful to avoid the mess on the floor that was my wardrobe, I sauntered over to my small twin-sized bed.

There was someone there.

That couldn’t be right. The covers must have been rolled oddly. I took a step back; the floor was warm… and wet. Damn cat missed the litter box. I swung around and flipped a light switch, then wandered over to my pathetic kitchen to grab the paper towels, cursing as I went. When I finally looked down at my feet, I noticed the wetness was not piss from a misbehaving cat, but a sickening red color. I had trailed blood across my apartment. I distinctly remember the feel of the stuff between my toes. The entire situation had my stomach turning, but I finally began to actually wake up.

I called out to my cat as I went back to the main puddle to clean, but received no answer. I looked towards my bed, which I could see clearly thanks to the invention of the light bulb, which was empty. I had no clue where the blood had come from, and really didn’t give a fuck. White carpet stained with blood? I had my security deposit to worry about. Inevitably, I wound up spreading the mess. Blood was everywhere.

I went back to the kitchen to wet the towels, reached the sink, and screamed. Lying in the basin, twisted, contorted and fur matted with blood, was my tabby. Two minutes ago, she was sleeping on my chest, and now she was there.

I backed up, hands covering my mouth, and bumped into something. I fell to the ground, landed in a pool of blood that hadn’t been there before, and yelped. I looked up, and saw myself… but it wasn’t me. Her hair was messy, filthy, sopping in blood and riddled with leaves and sticks. Her eyes were wide and empty, and she was smiling. Her smile was wider than possible, unmoving, unwavering, and purely psychopathic. She was staring down at me, silent. Blood coated the over-sized shirt she was wearing, the same shirt I wore. She had a knife in her right hand, saturated with red. I screamed and scrambled backwards, but not soon enough.

Her hand rose, and lowered. The blade came down, and pierced above my collar bone. She pulled it out, and lowered it again, shoving the blade deep into my shoulder. She continued to grin, and stared motionless into my eyes as she continued to rhythmically stab at me, her reflection. Not once did she blink. I remember thinking that, between the pain and the screaming, I remember the unblinking eyes.

Then I woke up.

Covered in a cold sweat, I shoved the cat off my chest and sat up. She meowed angrily, and dashed into the kitchen. I put my head on my hands, and sat for a moment. I just wanted to get over the nightmare. I hoped it would be like any other dream and disappear into nothingness. It didn’t. I stood up, turned on a light, and looked at myself in the mirror. It was me. Just me. No twigs in my hair, no blood, just me. I laughed. It was empty, and did little to put me at ease, but I laughed. I reached for the light switch, and the room was dark.

I turned to my bed, and froze. She was sitting there, exactly where I was, seconds before. She was still smiling, still staring, still covered in blood. I ran towards the door, and she leapt from the bed with inhuman speed, overtaking my tired limbs with ease. She grabbed my hair and spun me around. I tugged at her wrist, ripped at her flesh with my nails, but she just stared and smiled. Her arm raised, the knife dripped with my own blood, and I watched it come down. I felt it enter my chest: numbness, then deafening pain. It was as if the world was silent, the pain filled every nerve in my brain. It was enough to knock one unconscious.

Then I woke up.

This time, I stayed still in my bed. I let the cat continue to rest on my stomach, and just listened. I waited for a creak, for a rustle, for any noise at all. I don’t know how long I laid there, staring at the ceiling. I don’t know why morning never came. When I couldn’t bare the position any longer, I rolled over onto my side.

Her face was an inch from mine. If I didn’t know better, I would have said someone had simply placed a mirror next to me while I slept. She was still grinning, still unblinking, and staring. I shoved myself backwards and fell off the bed, but she matched every motion with her own, she was never less than a foot from me. I backed into a wall, squeezed my eyes shut, and waited for the blade to pierce my body. For the numbness, for the pain, to wake up again. But it didn’t happen. I sat there, again, for an unknown amount of time, terrified to open my eyes.

When I was sure I could no longer hear her breathing, I slowly opened an eye. Like a child peaking at the movie scene her parents told her not to watch. My eyes quickly adjusted, and I saw nothing. The room was mine, empty, but messy. I kept my head still and slowly moved my eyes to the kitchen, where I found her standing, back to me. I heard the familiar, sickening squish of the knife, and a yowl. My cat. She was murdering my cat for the second time.

There was nothing I could do, so I decided that was my chance to escape. I wasted no time, sprang up, and raced towards the door. I saw her move from the corner of my eye, but refused to flinch. I made it to the door only to find it locked, and the bolt removed. I was trapped. She knew I was trapped. I could hear her breathing, and I swore I heard her laugh… an empty laugh, just like I had done before.

I turned, saw her brilliantly mad smile, and braced myself. We made eye contact. Her empty eyes, the twisted version of my own self, began to shake with vacant laughter. The entire time, she remained unblinking, forever staring. I sank down to the floor, and she stopped laughing only to raise her hand again to strike. It came, the blade came, and I accepted it.

Then I woke up.

I’ve decided if I ignore her, if I don’t look at her, if her insane eyes don’t meet my own, she won’t kill me. She has already murdered my poor tabby. I can hear the dripping of her blood from the kitchen. It echoes in my head. I have to ignore it.

I’m going crazy, if I wasn’t already. I can hear her breathing, growing impatient. I can see my reflection in the screen. I’m smiling. Why am I smiling?

Why am I smiling?

Someone help.


Story by: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/User:Jadeziaa

sixpenceee:

hornetpresident:

sixpenceee:

I don’t even live in Japan but I’m a little freaked out right now.

I didn’t compile this list, I got it from here

Here’s the Tomino’s Hell poem for those of you brave enough to read it out loud.

Also the original Cow’s Head story, which supposedly makes you die from fright is said to have no known copies around. 

Teke teke will sometimes be sitting in a window, but once she catches you staring, she will jump out and chase you. Run as fast as you can.

Kuchisake Onna is a dead-end if you keep saying yes. When she asks you if she is pretty, you can say “You’re average,” “You’re so-so,” or “Am I pretty?” And escape when she is confused.

Teke teke makes my heart race. I dunno, just imagine it slowly crawling towards you in the middle of the night. Yikes. 

A first hand report of the story originally reported in The Montréal Mirror in 1964:

A mother and father decided they needed a break, not having much alone time in the almost a year since their young son, Toby, was born. They wanted to have a night out, dinner, maybe a movie, and the honeymoon suite at a local hotel to possibly give Toby a little brother or sister. They called their most trusted babysitter, who unfortunately was already engaged for the evening. But she did refer a good friend of hers, Opal, who she swore could be trusted. They spoke with the new babysitter and agreed to have her arrive no later than 6:30 so the parents could get an early start.

As the parents got ready to paint the town red, Toby lay on the floor, gnawing on his teething ring in the den off to the back of the house. At shortly after 6:20 the father walked past the open doorway and saw an elderly woman sitting in the rocking chair facing the child, her back to the doorway. The father was slightly startled as his wife hadn’t mentioned the sitter had arrived. He spoke to her as he straightened his tie in the mirror on wall opposite the doorway.

“Oh my, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in. We appreciate you coming on such short notice. My wife put some a chicken in the oven for you. The numbers for the restaurant and hotel are on the counter if you need to reach us. We will be home around 9 tomorrow morning. Goodbye Toby, I love you.”

He hurried down the hallway as his wife was coming down the stairs, meeting her at the bottom his wife asked “What were you saying dear”

“Oh nothing, I was just giving the sitter instructions, now we should hurry so we can make our reservation on time.” he replied grabbing his coat as he unlocked the front door.

They went to the car and were in such a rush they didn’t notice the car pull into the drive way not 15 seconds after they pulled out. They proceeded to have the best night out they could remember. The wife become somewhat concerned shortly after arriving at the hotel when she called home and no one answered. The husband calmed her as he pulled her into bed, kissing her neck.

“Don’t worry dear, she’s an older lady and it’s almost 10, she must have gone to bed after putting Toby down.”

**************

The next morning after a nice breakfast they arrived home to find a note on the door. It read:
“I arrived at 6:30 as agreed but no one was home.
If you had made other plans I would have appreciated
if someone had called me.
Opal”

The husband gave his wife a confused look as she put a hand to her mouth and her face turned white. She threw open the front door calling out for her son. There was no reply, in fact there was no sound at all in the house, just the smell or some burned meat. She ran up the stairs as her husband raced to the back of the house the find the kitchen filled with smoke. He turned off the stove and used pot holders to grab the smoldering pan or charred meat and drop it in the sink. His wife came into the kitchen crying into her hands

“He’s not here! Toby’s gone! She took him!”

The husband then took her in his arms as she cried. It was then that he noticed blood on the lid of the trash can. A pit formed in his stomach as he left his wife and opened the trash can. He exhaled as he realized that it was only the chicken his wife had made. It was then that his eyes shot wide open as his wife let out a fresh scream of horror. As he turned toward her, he caught sight of the melted remains of the teething ring on the bottom of the open oven.

A first hand report of the story originally reported in The Montréal Mirror in 1964:

A mother and father decided they needed a break, not having much alone time in the almost a year since their young son, Toby, was born. They wanted to have a night out, dinner, maybe a movie, and the honeymoon suite at a local hotel to possibly give Toby a little brother or sister. They called their most trusted babysitter, who unfortunately was already engaged for the evening. But she did refer a good friend of hers, Opal, who she swore could be trusted. They spoke with the new babysitter and agreed to have her arrive no later than 6:30 so the parents could get an early start.

As the parents got ready to paint the town red, Toby lay on the floor, gnawing on his teething ring in the den off to the back of the house. At shortly after 6:20 the father walked past the open doorway and saw an elderly woman sitting in the rocking chair facing the child, her back to the doorway. The father was slightly startled as his wife hadn’t mentioned the sitter had arrived. He spoke to her as he straightened his tie in the mirror on wall opposite the doorway.

“Oh my, I’m sorry I didn’t hear you come in. We appreciate you coming on such short notice. My wife put some a chicken in the oven for you. The numbers for the restaurant and hotel are on the counter if you need to reach us. We will be home around 9 tomorrow morning. Goodbye Toby, I love you.”

He hurried down the hallway as his wife was coming down the stairs, meeting her at the bottom his wife asked “What were you saying dear”

“Oh nothing, I was just giving the sitter instructions, now we should hurry so we can make our reservation on time.” he replied grabbing his coat as he unlocked the front door.

They went to the car and were in such a rush they didn’t notice the car pull into the drive way not 15 seconds after they pulled out. They proceeded to have the best night out they could remember. The wife become somewhat concerned shortly after arriving at the hotel when she called home and no one answered. The husband calmed her as he pulled her into bed, kissing her neck.

“Don’t worry dear, she’s an older lady and it’s almost 10, she must have gone to bed after putting Toby down.”

**************

The next morning after a nice breakfast they arrived home to find a note on the door. It read:
“I arrived at 6:30 as agreed but no one was home.
If you had made other plans I would have appreciated
if someone had called me.
Opal”

The husband gave his wife a confused look as she put a hand to her mouth and her face turned white. She threw open the front door calling out for her son. There was no reply, in fact there was no sound at all in the house, just the smell or some burned meat. She ran up the stairs as her husband raced to the back of the house the find the kitchen filled with smoke. He turned off the stove and used pot holders to grab the smoldering pan or charred meat and drop it in the sink. His wife came into the kitchen crying into her hands

“He’s not here! Toby’s gone! She took him!”

The husband then took her in his arms as she cried. It was then that he noticed blood on the lid of the trash can. A pit formed in his stomach as he left his wife and opened the trash can. He exhaled as he realized that it was only the chicken his wife had made. It was then that his eyes shot wide open as his wife let out a fresh scream of horror. As he turned toward her, he caught sight of the melted remains of the teething ring on the bottom of the open oven.

Been on your blog all day... I don't think I will be sleeping in the dark tonight :P

Your welcome :D

June 13th 2008:
The Wife says journals help alleviate stress, and retain memories. She always has some new way to make me feel like I have some sort of mental deficiency. She says she’s going to read it for a few weeks to make sure I actually write in it. Pretty rude if you ask me, I don’t think she’d like it if I went reading through her journal…if she keeps one. But you know what they say, “Happy Wife, Happy life” so I guess I’ll just do what she says.

June 15th 2008:
Well I got a gold star for my last entry, so I suppose I’m doing something right…for once. So I guess I should write about what happened today… Well Cheyenne, our daughter, came home today talking about her day with my mother. Mom loves taking her to the ice cream shop up the road. She also talked about her friend she met while playing in the woods. I don’t like her going out there alone.. She says she wants to go over to her friend next door’s house tonight. Maybe I can actually have some playtime of my own, with my special friend!

June 16th 2008:
Slept with my wife for the first time in about two weeks, got to say, if anything “alleviates stress” it would be a nice shag like that. Cheyenne is coming home in a few hours so I guess I should get dressed, wouldn’t want her to be scarred! First time I saw my dad naked I think I blacked out, there are just some things kids shouldn’t see.

June 20th 2008:
Today Cheyenne came to bed with us for the first time in about five years. She said the monsters outside her window were trying to get in. But she’s only eight, so what are you going to do about it, right? I think I was scared of monsters ‘till I was about nine or so, so it’s not anything out of the ordinary. June 21st 2008:
Cheyenne hasn’t been eating a lot, and she looks kind of pale, I try talking to her but she just says she’s fine. Mom should be coming to get her here soon. Maybe she can talk to her.

June 22nd 2008: 
Mom says she’s worried about Cheyenne, says that she isn’t acting right. The wife thinks we should take her to a psychiatrist… as if we weren’t out of money already. But if it will help Cheyenne, then I suppose its ok.

June 24th 2008:
Well, Cheyenne isn’t doing so hot with the psychiatrist. She hardly talks, and when she does she just talks about the monsters out her window. The psychiatrist thinks it’s some kind of coping mechanism for something traumatic. The man asked if the wife and I were arguing, or fighting, he obviously doesn’t know what kind of a spineless man I am…

June 26th 2008:
Cheyenne won’t sleep in her room anymore, she say when she does the “tree man” talks to her. I hope she gets over this soon, can’t really have some bedtime play when the kid in the bed.

July 2nd 2008:
Well it’s been awhile and Cheyenne seems to be getting worse. Now she won’t talk at all, she just sits there in the living room staring out the window, she hasn’t slept in her room, and she keeps waking up screaming, I can’t sleep well enough to function at work anymore, and the Boss says I need to shape up, or I may wind up out of a job. This whole situation is fucked.

July 4th 2008: 
Last night at about 3 in the morning Cheyenne woke up screaming again, pointing at our door, she wouldn’t talk, just cry. I got fed up and grabbed the bat beside the bed and went into the hallway. Cheyenne’s window was open, and her bed sheets were strewn across the room. I looked out the window, but nothing was there. Some sick bastard must be trying to kidnap her, I called the cops, but they said they couldn’t find anything to suggest forced entry…I swear if I see that creep I’ll cave his skull in.

July 5th 2008: 
Cheyenne talked for the first time in ages today. She said the tree man doesn’t like her hiding from him. I tried to get more out of her, but she just kept talking about this tree man. She says he just wants to play, I don’t like this, maybe Cheyenne should stay with my mother for a bit, after that ordeal with her room, I don’t like the idea of someone breaking in with her here.

July 6th 2008: 
Mom took Cheyenne over to her house, hopefully Mom can get her to talk.

July 8th 2008: 
Mom called last night, and said that Cheyenne was acting really strange, I told her about the psychiatrist and all, and got lectured about being more responsible with my actions around my child, I love my mom and all, but sometimes she can piss me off. I had a security system installed today, so hopefully I can catch anyone if they decide to break in this time.

July 9th 2008: 
Last night the alarm went off at 3, when I went out to check everything, nothing was open, I don’t know what’s going on but I really don’t like it.

July 10th 2008:
When I came downstairs this morning there was one of Cheyenne’s drawings on the front door, I don’t know how it got there, I know I didn’t put it there, and my wife didn’t either…I am starting to think we may need to move.

July 12th 2008:
Cheyenne came home today, she seems even worse than before, Mom said she didn’t want to do anything the entire time, and just sat on the couch mumbling about the Tree Man. I don’t know what to do, and I’m starting to get a bit freaked out myself.

July 13th 2008: 
Last night I stayed in Cheyenne’s room to wait for this Tree Man she talks about. But something fucked up happened. I was nodding off, when I heard this loud static like sound, It was coming from Cheyenne’s toy walkie talkies. I took out the batteries and set them back in her toy chest. About 20 minutes later I heard it again, but there was a voice this time…I couldn’t hear it clearly through the static, I looked out the window and say this…thing standing there, it was unnatural looking, it’s long spindly arms…like spider legs, I couldn’t see its face, it looked almost like it didn’t have one…I woke up this morning on the couch, was it all a dream? It didn’t feel like it… I think I need to lay off the curry.

July 15th 2008:
Cheyenne wouldn’t wake up this morning, she was breathing, but she wouldn’t wake up, we took her to the hospital, they said she was in a coma…Why is this happening to us? What have we ever done to deserve this!? The Doctor says that she should be fine, but I don’t like this one bit…I don’t know what to do July 16th 2008:
I got fired today, boss said I was too unreliable…My wife said she could go and work with her dad until I can get another job…I don’t know what to do with myself.

July 17th 2008:
The Doctors called today, they said Cheyenne was doing ok, but they still don’t know what was wrong with her…I saw the thing again last night too…It was starting through her bedroom door, Looking at me, just standing there, My wife doesn’t believe me, she says I’m being over reactive. I know what I saw, and I know it wasn’t a dream.

July 18th 2008:
My first day home alone in years… I don’t like it, every time I see a shadow or small bit of movement, I freak out, I don’t know what that thing is, but I don’t want to see it again. I spent most the day sitting on the couch I don’t know what to do with myself.

July 20th 2008:
These past two days have been awful. I saw the thing again, and this time it moved…oh god it fucking moved, it didn’t move like anything I’d ever seen, it snapped and cracked with each step, it’s face…it’s fucking face! It didn’t have one! Just a blank head…I think I pissed the bed when I saw it…The wife doesn’t want me talking about it…she won’t listen..

July 21st 2008: 
My wife left this morning, said she’d have to work over time because no one could cover the other shift…I don’t want to be here alone…

July 22nd 2008: 
Cheyenne woke up today. She seemed better, at least there was something good! I don’t want her in the house though, that thing is in there…The wife says she need to come home…

July 23rd 2008: 
I woke up screaming, I dreamt about that thing…It was trying to take Cheyenne, I cried like a baby for hours…My wife thinks I need anti-depressants, I don’t need anything! I’m not crazy! I am not imagining things! I won’t let that thing take her!

July 24th 2008:
I woke up this morning and didn’t see Cheyenne in bed with us. I lost my mind, and ran around the house looking for her. I found her in the bathroom, she had blood coming out of her mouth, she didn’t seem hurt, but she wouldn’t say a word, not even mumble… Oh god what’s going on!?

July 25th 2008: 
It lives in the woods behind our house…I saw it looking at me through the trees. I know it’s there, I see it every time I look out the window no one believes me…No one understands!

July 26th 2008:
It came again last night, but I didn’t let it get her, I hit it right in its blank face! The bat broke and I tried stabbing it with the broken edge, but it didn’t bleed. I got its head, but the cut was dry, nothing but black below it, no blood…This thing isn’t possible, It left us alone, My wife still doesn’t believe me, IT WAS RIGHT THERE! HOW COULD SHE NOT SEE IT!? She thinks I’m crazy, she thinks I’m going insane…

July 28th 2008:
It took her! It fucking took her! I tried to stop it, but it I couldn’t, it fucking took her…I have to go into the woods… There is no other choice! I won’t let that thing have my daughter!

Unknown date: (Frantically scribbled)
I love you Charlotte…I’m going to get our daughter, I won’t let it have her! It watches us always (illegible)! It sees us! (Illegible) forever!

June 13th 2008:
The Wife says journals help alleviate stress, and retain memories. She always has some new way to make me feel like I have some sort of mental deficiency. She says she’s going to read it for a few weeks to make sure I actually write in it. Pretty rude if you ask me, I don’t think she’d like it if I went reading through her journal…if she keeps one. But you know what they say, “Happy Wife, Happy life” so I guess I’ll just do what she says.

June 15th 2008:
Well I got a gold star for my last entry, so I suppose I’m doing something right…for once. So I guess I should write about what happened today… Well Cheyenne, our daughter, came home today talking about her day with my mother. Mom loves taking her to the ice cream shop up the road. She also talked about her friend she met while playing in the woods. I don’t like her going out there alone.. She says she wants to go over to her friend next door’s house tonight. Maybe I can actually have some playtime of my own, with my special friend!

June 16th 2008:
Slept with my wife for the first time in about two weeks, got to say, if anything “alleviates stress” it would be a nice shag like that. Cheyenne is coming home in a few hours so I guess I should get dressed, wouldn’t want her to be scarred! First time I saw my dad naked I think I blacked out, there are just some things kids shouldn’t see.

June 20th 2008:
Today Cheyenne came to bed with us for the first time in about five years. She said the monsters outside her window were trying to get in. But she’s only eight, so what are you going to do about it, right? I think I was scared of monsters ‘till I was about nine or so, so it’s not anything out of the ordinary. June 21st 2008:
Cheyenne hasn’t been eating a lot, and she looks kind of pale, I try talking to her but she just says she’s fine. Mom should be coming to get her here soon. Maybe she can talk to her.

June 22nd 2008:
Mom says she’s worried about Cheyenne, says that she isn’t acting right. The wife thinks we should take her to a psychiatrist… as if we weren’t out of money already. But if it will help Cheyenne, then I suppose its ok.

June 24th 2008:
Well, Cheyenne isn’t doing so hot with the psychiatrist. She hardly talks, and when she does she just talks about the monsters out her window. The psychiatrist thinks it’s some kind of coping mechanism for something traumatic. The man asked if the wife and I were arguing, or fighting, he obviously doesn’t know what kind of a spineless man I am…

June 26th 2008:
Cheyenne won’t sleep in her room anymore, she say when she does the “tree man” talks to her. I hope she gets over this soon, can’t really have some bedtime play when the kid in the bed.

July 2nd 2008:
Well it’s been awhile and Cheyenne seems to be getting worse. Now she won’t talk at all, she just sits there in the living room staring out the window, she hasn’t slept in her room, and she keeps waking up screaming, I can’t sleep well enough to function at work anymore, and the Boss says I need to shape up, or I may wind up out of a job. This whole situation is fucked.

July 4th 2008:
Last night at about 3 in the morning Cheyenne woke up screaming again, pointing at our door, she wouldn’t talk, just cry. I got fed up and grabbed the bat beside the bed and went into the hallway. Cheyenne’s window was open, and her bed sheets were strewn across the room. I looked out the window, but nothing was there. Some sick bastard must be trying to kidnap her, I called the cops, but they said they couldn’t find anything to suggest forced entry…I swear if I see that creep I’ll cave his skull in.

July 5th 2008:
Cheyenne talked for the first time in ages today. She said the tree man doesn’t like her hiding from him. I tried to get more out of her, but she just kept talking about this tree man. She says he just wants to play, I don’t like this, maybe Cheyenne should stay with my mother for a bit, after that ordeal with her room, I don’t like the idea of someone breaking in with her here.

July 6th 2008:
Mom took Cheyenne over to her house, hopefully Mom can get her to talk.

July 8th 2008:
Mom called last night, and said that Cheyenne was acting really strange, I told her about the psychiatrist and all, and got lectured about being more responsible with my actions around my child, I love my mom and all, but sometimes she can piss me off. I had a security system installed today, so hopefully I can catch anyone if they decide to break in this time.

July 9th 2008:
Last night the alarm went off at 3, when I went out to check everything, nothing was open, I don’t know what’s going on but I really don’t like it.

July 10th 2008:
When I came downstairs this morning there was one of Cheyenne’s drawings on the front door, I don’t know how it got there, I know I didn’t put it there, and my wife didn’t either…I am starting to think we may need to move.

July 12th 2008:
Cheyenne came home today, she seems even worse than before, Mom said she didn’t want to do anything the entire time, and just sat on the couch mumbling about the Tree Man. I don’t know what to do, and I’m starting to get a bit freaked out myself.

July 13th 2008:
Last night I stayed in Cheyenne’s room to wait for this Tree Man she talks about. But something fucked up happened. I was nodding off, when I heard this loud static like sound, It was coming from Cheyenne’s toy walkie talkies. I took out the batteries and set them back in her toy chest. About 20 minutes later I heard it again, but there was a voice this time…I couldn’t hear it clearly through the static, I looked out the window and say this…thing standing there, it was unnatural looking, it’s long spindly arms…like spider legs, I couldn’t see its face, it looked almost like it didn’t have one…I woke up this morning on the couch, was it all a dream? It didn’t feel like it… I think I need to lay off the curry.

July 15th 2008:
Cheyenne wouldn’t wake up this morning, she was breathing, but she wouldn’t wake up, we took her to the hospital, they said she was in a coma…Why is this happening to us? What have we ever done to deserve this!? The Doctor says that she should be fine, but I don’t like this one bit…I don’t know what to do July 16th 2008:
I got fired today, boss said I was too unreliable…My wife said she could go and work with her dad until I can get another job…I don’t know what to do with myself.

July 17th 2008:
The Doctors called today, they said Cheyenne was doing ok, but they still don’t know what was wrong with her…I saw the thing again last night too…It was starting through her bedroom door, Looking at me, just standing there, My wife doesn’t believe me, she says I’m being over reactive. I know what I saw, and I know it wasn’t a dream.

July 18th 2008:
My first day home alone in years… I don’t like it, every time I see a shadow or small bit of movement, I freak out, I don’t know what that thing is, but I don’t want to see it again. I spent most the day sitting on the couch I don’t know what to do with myself.

July 20th 2008:
These past two days have been awful. I saw the thing again, and this time it moved…oh god it fucking moved, it didn’t move like anything I’d ever seen, it snapped and cracked with each step, it’s face…it’s fucking face! It didn’t have one! Just a blank head…I think I pissed the bed when I saw it…The wife doesn’t want me talking about it…she won’t listen..

July 21st 2008:
My wife left this morning, said she’d have to work over time because no one could cover the other shift…I don’t want to be here alone…

July 22nd 2008:
Cheyenne woke up today. She seemed better, at least there was something good! I don’t want her in the house though, that thing is in there…The wife says she need to come home…

July 23rd 2008:
I woke up screaming, I dreamt about that thing…It was trying to take Cheyenne, I cried like a baby for hours…My wife thinks I need anti-depressants, I don’t need anything! I’m not crazy! I am not imagining things! I won’t let that thing take her!

July 24th 2008:
I woke up this morning and didn’t see Cheyenne in bed with us. I lost my mind, and ran around the house looking for her. I found her in the bathroom, she had blood coming out of her mouth, she didn’t seem hurt, but she wouldn’t say a word, not even mumble… Oh god what’s going on!?

July 25th 2008:
It lives in the woods behind our house…I saw it looking at me through the trees. I know it’s there, I see it every time I look out the window no one believes me…No one understands!

July 26th 2008:
It came again last night, but I didn’t let it get her, I hit it right in its blank face! The bat broke and I tried stabbing it with the broken edge, but it didn’t bleed. I got its head, but the cut was dry, nothing but black below it, no blood…This thing isn’t possible, It left us alone, My wife still doesn’t believe me, IT WAS RIGHT THERE! HOW COULD SHE NOT SEE IT!? She thinks I’m crazy, she thinks I’m going insane…

July 28th 2008:
It took her! It fucking took her! I tried to stop it, but it I couldn’t, it fucking took her…I have to go into the woods… There is no other choice! I won’t let that thing have my daughter!

Unknown date: (Frantically scribbled)
I love you Charlotte…I’m going to get our daughter, I won’t let it have her! It watches us always (illegible)! It sees us! (Illegible) forever!

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