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As my breathing slowed, my heart relaxed and my mind cleared. I began my song. The sweetest melody combined with my nectar-like voice. The sound that was created was like none other. A symphony of the Gods, as I would like to call it. Such harmony! Unfortunately, this serenity was not going to last.

Something was watching from afar. A creature so hideous, so vile and so terrifying that whoever laid their innocent eyes on it would cower in the most paralyzing fear.

This creature’s eyes shone a bright yellow in the moonlight. Its unkempt feathered wings stood at the ready to take it into the black sky, and its filthy blood-coated talons that had taken so many lives were ready to pounce at its next victim.

From where I was, everything seemed peaceful. It was as if the universe had finally achieved a motionless state. But, this was strange as I did not hear anything else but my own melodic symphony. I was unable to sense the demon approaching me from behind. I paid for this ignorance.

As this demon crept up behind me, I finally felt that something was off. I looked over my shoulder only to see it swoop down at me from above. It was at that moment that all calmness left me, and a tremendous fear took its place. My pupils dilated as adrenaline flooded my system. I started sprinting for my life as I dodged hurdles and obstacles. I could almost feel the creatures claws trying to grab at my flesh! When I almost tripped and nearly fell, I felt the most excruciating pain!

One of its talons managed to catch my skin. Even with this pain, I kept running and running hoping for a miracle to save my life! I felt every drop of sweat that found its way into my freshly made wound. I cringed as my back burned with ever more ferocity. My end finally came as I lost my footing and tumbled to the ground.

I had one final look at this monster as its claws closed its grasp around me. The talons cut into me like a sharpened saw through wood. No amount of struggling could free me from the monster’s grasp. I stopped moving and accepted my fate. For what could I do?

I was a mere cricket that was caught by an owl.

As my breathing slowed, my heart relaxed and my mind cleared. I began my song. The sweetest melody combined with my nectar-like voice. The sound that was created was like none other. A symphony of the Gods, as I would like to call it. Such harmony! Unfortunately, this serenity was not going to last.

Something was watching from afar. A creature so hideous, so vile and so terrifying that whoever laid their innocent eyes on it would cower in the most paralyzing fear.

This creature’s eyes shone a bright yellow in the moonlight. Its unkempt feathered wings stood at the ready to take it into the black sky, and its filthy blood-coated talons that had taken so many lives were ready to pounce at its next victim.

From where I was, everything seemed peaceful. It was as if the universe had finally achieved a motionless state. But, this was strange as I did not hear anything else but my own melodic symphony. I was unable to sense the demon approaching me from behind. I paid for this ignorance.

As this demon crept up behind me, I finally felt that something was off. I looked over my shoulder only to see it swoop down at me from above. It was at that moment that all calmness left me, and a tremendous fear took its place. My pupils dilated as adrenaline flooded my system. I started sprinting for my life as I dodged hurdles and obstacles. I could almost feel the creatures claws trying to grab at my flesh! When I almost tripped and nearly fell, I felt the most excruciating pain!

One of its talons managed to catch my skin. Even with this pain, I kept running and running hoping for a miracle to save my life! I felt every drop of sweat that found its way into my freshly made wound. I cringed as my back burned with ever more ferocity. My end finally came as I lost my footing and tumbled to the ground.

I had one final look at this monster as its claws closed its grasp around me. The talons cut into me like a sharpened saw through wood. No amount of struggling could free me from the monster’s grasp. I stopped moving and accepted my fate. For what could I do?

I was a mere cricket that was caught by an owl.

Which stories are real?

Most aren’t real but some are based on actual events

A girl and her boyfriend were driving at night down an isolated country road. As they drove, the night seemed to get darker and darker.

Eventually, they lost their way and found themselves driving through a densely wooded area that neither of them recognized.

Suddenly, the car started spluttering and eventually stalled. The boyfriend looked at the gauge and realized they had run out of gas. No matter how many times he turned the key, the engine just wouldn’t start.

The girlfriend began to panic because it was after midnight and they were stuck in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t get home.

The boyfriend got out of the car and took a look around. They were in a secluded and wooded area. All he could see were trees. There seemed to be no houses for miles around. They were completely alone.

The girlfriend was spooked and kept asking the boy to do something. He told her he would have to walk back to the main highway and get help.

The boyfriend could see his fiancé was scared so her told her not to worry, he would return as fast as he could. But the girl could see the concern in his face.

Kissing her goodbye, he told her to roll up the windows and lock the doors. Then he set out walking down the road. The girl watched as her boyfriend got further and further away and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Hours passed and the girl sat shivering in the car, fearful of every shadow she saw and every noise she heard. She began to feel like her boyfriend was never coming back.

Suddenly, she heard a loud tapping noise on the roof of the car.

Tap, tap, tap.

She began to panic but was too terrified to get out and investigate. She kept trying to peer out the windows, but it was too dark to see anything.

Tap, tap, tap.

The tapping noise seemed to go on and go on. The girl was scared to death but there was nothing she could do.

Tap, tap, tap.

She was forced to remain huddled in the car, all night long, listening to the weird tapping sound. Eventually, she managed to fall asleep.

When she woke up and looked at her watch, it was 9 A.M. but when she tried to look out of the car windows, everything was completely black. She couldn’t understand what was going on.

Suddenly, she heard a car pull up nearby and it honked its horn three times. Then she heard a voice shouting, “This is the police. Is there anyone in the car?”

The girlfriend sighed with relief. “Just me,” she cried, “My boyfriend left me here alone and never came back.”

"OK. Stay calm," said the policeman. "Listen to me very carefully. Open the door, get out of the car and walk towards me. Whatever you do, don’t look behind you."

The girl obeyed the policeman’s orders. Even though her hands were shaking and her mind was racing, she opened the car and stepped out.

"Now walk towards me," said the policeman, "and don’t look behind you."

The girl began walking slowly towards the policeman but suddenly she stopped in her tracks.

"Don’t look behind you!" shouted the policeman.

But it was too late. The girl couldn’t help herself. She turned around and began screaming in horror.

Her boyfriend’s dead body was hanging upside down from a tree branch over the car. His head had been chopped off and blood was dripping down from his neck, completely covering the car windows.

A girl and her boyfriend were driving at night down an isolated country road. As they drove, the night seemed to get darker and darker.

Eventually, they lost their way and found themselves driving through a densely wooded area that neither of them recognized.

Suddenly, the car started spluttering and eventually stalled. The boyfriend looked at the gauge and realized they had run out of gas. No matter how many times he turned the key, the engine just wouldn’t start.

The girlfriend began to panic because it was after midnight and they were stuck in the middle of nowhere and couldn’t get home.

The boyfriend got out of the car and took a look around. They were in a secluded and wooded area. All he could see were trees. There seemed to be no houses for miles around. They were completely alone.

The girlfriend was spooked and kept asking the boy to do something. He told her he would have to walk back to the main highway and get help.

The boyfriend could see his fiancé was scared so her told her not to worry, he would return as fast as he could. But the girl could see the concern in his face.

Kissing her goodbye, he told her to roll up the windows and lock the doors. Then he set out walking down the road. The girl watched as her boyfriend got further and further away and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Hours passed and the girl sat shivering in the car, fearful of every shadow she saw and every noise she heard. She began to feel like her boyfriend was never coming back.

Suddenly, she heard a loud tapping noise on the roof of the car.

Tap, tap, tap.

She began to panic but was too terrified to get out and investigate. She kept trying to peer out the windows, but it was too dark to see anything.

Tap, tap, tap.

The tapping noise seemed to go on and go on. The girl was scared to death but there was nothing she could do.

Tap, tap, tap.

She was forced to remain huddled in the car, all night long, listening to the weird tapping sound. Eventually, she managed to fall asleep.

When she woke up and looked at her watch, it was 9 A.M. but when she tried to look out of the car windows, everything was completely black. She couldn’t understand what was going on.

Suddenly, she heard a car pull up nearby and it honked its horn three times. Then she heard a voice shouting, “This is the police. Is there anyone in the car?”

The girlfriend sighed with relief. “Just me,” she cried, “My boyfriend left me here alone and never came back.”

"OK. Stay calm," said the policeman. "Listen to me very carefully. Open the door, get out of the car and walk towards me. Whatever you do, don’t look behind you."

The girl obeyed the policeman’s orders. Even though her hands were shaking and her mind was racing, she opened the car and stepped out.

"Now walk towards me," said the policeman, "and don’t look behind you."

The girl began walking slowly towards the policeman but suddenly she stopped in her tracks.

"Don’t look behind you!" shouted the policeman.

But it was too late. The girl couldn’t help herself. She turned around and began screaming in horror.

Her boyfriend’s dead body was hanging upside down from a tree branch over the car. His head had been chopped off and blood was dripping down from his neck, completely covering the car windows.

Drip, drip, drip was all that could be heard through the house and was driving the man into a state of insomnia. He kept twisting and turning in his bed, doing all he could to drive out the irritating noise.

The man eventually got so infuriated by this noise that he left the warm embrace of his bed and into the freezing night.

He walked across the pitch black house accompanied by the steady pitter-patter of his slippers. Whilst walking to inspect this nuisance of a tap, he felt as if someone or something was watching his movements in the night.

He reached his bathroom where the repetitive dripping sound was coming from and switched on the light which only gave a small pop sound and barely a spark of light.

The man groaned at the broken light bulb and continued to the sink where the dripping had strangely stopped. Confused and aggravated, he pulled his head back from the sink. Just before he left, the dripping started again and was followed by a low giggle from behind…

Drip, drip, drip was all that could be heard through the house and was driving the man into a state of insomnia. He kept twisting and turning in his bed, doing all he could to drive out the irritating noise.

The man eventually got so infuriated by this noise that he left the warm embrace of his bed and into the freezing night.

He walked across the pitch black house accompanied by the steady pitter-patter of his slippers. Whilst walking to inspect this nuisance of a tap, he felt as if someone or something was watching his movements in the night.

He reached his bathroom where the repetitive dripping sound was coming from and switched on the light which only gave a small pop sound and barely a spark of light.

The man groaned at the broken light bulb and continued to the sink where the dripping had strangely stopped. Confused and aggravated, he pulled his head back from the sink. Just before he left, the dripping started again and was followed by a low giggle from behind…

It all started on Facebook. Just one post, by a pretty popular page called THAT Girl. As an avid Facebooker, I loved anything that would make the experience less mundane, so I liked plenty of strange pages like hers. Gary Motherfucking Oak, Hipster Link, Vegeta’s Moostache, and so on. THAT Girl (Known better by her fans, as Kitty, which is what I will be calling her through the remainder of my tale) posted a very strange update, one that said no more, than “Judith Barsi, the voice of Ducky in The Land Before Time, was shot and killed by her father at the age of ten.” the next post, “I’m abandoning this page for awhile. Personal issues, see you on the flip side.” Very unlike Kitty, to say the least, but this peaked my curiosity. As a very adventurous person, I felt the need to look into it.
I made my way to my aunt’s house that weekend, hoping to ask my older cousin, Seth if he knew about the whole ordeal with Judith. He was a fan of the Land Before Time movies, and I was told that they used to make him cry, he would never admit it though. I walked into the home, the smell of cigarettes and weed assailed my nostrils, and made me slightly light-headed. Seth’s friends were all there, like usual, and I knew I’d never get any answers out of him if he had company.
"Hey, Seth," I called to him, "What’re you guys up to?"
"Beer pong. Wanna join?" Seth inquired, as I had more pressing issues to discuss with him, I declined, and asked him if I could speak to him alone, knowing to not embarrass him in front of his friends, "Alone? Sure, sure. Just let me grab a smoke, and we can head outside," I grabbed one too, and stood in the bitter winter chill with him. "So, whaddya need?"
"This may be a bit awkward, but-"
"You prego? I’ll kill someone."
"No, Seth…" I sighed, "No, it’s not that, still a virgin," I inhaled the cancerous smoke, and began again, "Do you know anything about that little girl that was in the Land Before Time Movies? Judith Barsi, I think."
His face grew pale. “No,” he said sternly.
"Seth, I need to know," I snapped, "It’s for a school project, and-"
"Don’t fucking lie, Jess."
"Seth."
"No, I don’t fucking know anything about it." Seth was less pale, and more flushed, his eyes looked deranged, like he’d witnessed something horrible transpire. He calmed down for a moment, after I stared at him, unphased by his unnecessary rage, "I have an old copy of the movie, in my chest downstairs. Don’t fucking talk about it anymore. See for yourself." He threw his smoke into the snow, "But believe me, you won’t like it." I followed his lead, and threw my half-smoked cigarette into the snow. What a waste! I thought. I followed Seth into the dark depths of the basement, where his room was located, and shuffled into the messy room, full of horror movie memorabilia. Promised to be mine when he out-grows it. “Here, in that chest. If you think you have the guts to watch the movie, then you should dig it out just fine.” he left the room, and locked the door.
Typical. Always trying to scare me, who the fuck does he think he is, Freddy Krueger? Ugh… My thoughts were racing, he was much like Jigsaw in one aspect, he was intelligent enough to play games with my mind, and make me search for things that were in plain sight. I dug into the chest, coming across a Chucky doll, and froze, Seth had tied me to chairs when I was young, and forced me to watch Child’s Play. Remembering things that I longed to forget, I started to well up, knowing that the worst was probably over, (But man, was I wrong.) Seth left plenty of other things to fuck with me, like zombie-esque looking faux limbs, and notes that read cryptic messages,
"No, Jess, don’t do this to yourself."
"Stop this now."
"Just come upstairs, and drink with us. Forget about Judith. Forget."
Wait, I thought Seth was in my sight, the whole time we were down here, and there’s no way he would know I’d come around, looking for information about Judith, or even that I knew about her at all… and more importantly, why would he lock the door? I shuffled through the wreckage of his horror-fest-chest, and finally found the tape, an authentic copy. “Seth!” I called, “Seth, I found it!” I heard him sniffle, “Seth, can I please go now?”
"Watch it."
"What?"
"Watch the fucking movie, Jess."
"Seth, let’s just have another smoke, and go watch it at my house."
A few minutes passed in silence, until the door unlocked, making me jump, and opened slowly Fuck, Seth. I thought maybe you’d have some new tricks by now. Acting unphased by the new development, I walked out of the door, expecting Seth to try and scare me, but there was no one. He’s probably hiding somewhere else, I thought, trying to reason with myself. There’s just no way. I walked up the stairs of the house, which had always frightened me. I felt a cold, small hand touch my arm.
"Watch the movie, Jess." Whispers, "You know you want to."
"Seth, you’re a fucking faggot, dude." I called, "I’m going home!" I said, as I peeked my head around the stairs, to see if everyone was there, they were all there, including Seth.
"Find that movie?"
"Just fine, thanks. Don’t lock the door on my anymore, it’s childish."
"… Jess, I didn’t lock the door." He went pale again, "I didn’t even shut the door, I left you to your own devices, and went upstairs." his friends were all laughing, "You trying to pull something on me?"
"No." My face, probably equally as pale, sweat a little in fear, and distress. "Seth. Can you come sleep over at the house tonight?" His friends, drunk, and finding this situation hilarious, were laughing hysterically, Seth did nothing but nod, "You can finish the game, and we can leave," I clutched the VHS in my sweaty palms, "Just hurry, I want to go home." Seth nodded again.
I sat in the living room, which was simply a large patch of carpet, meant to separate the dining area, and the living room, on a couch, my aunt Murial sat next to me, very drunk, and very high, “You’re not going to party, Jess? What the hell? This is the party house!” I looked at her, with pleading eyes, I just wanted to watch this tape, and get it over with, I thought of an excuse, seeing as she knew that I loved drinking, getting stoned, and other things of that matter.
"Nah, not tonight, I have a project due soon, and I just want to get home."
"So, just go."
"Can’t. Seth is going to help me."
"What? He don’t know dot-diddily-squat."
"Company." I was getting nervous, and sweaty again, Aunt Muriel backed off considerably, and went back to the party. Listening to the comfortable sounds of chatter, and laughter was filling the voids of my mind. I was growing more, and more comfortable, and was beginning to forget the tape, and whatever contents it held. I slipped into sleep, which I thought was odd. I am an insomniac, chronic insomniac, I hardly ever slept. That moment was short, Seth woke me up, moments later, pretty drunk, and smiley.
"Y-you ready ta go?" He reeked of beer, "C’mon, let’s bounce."
"I can go by myself if you’re too drunk."
“‘Kay. Luff you.” He hugged me, and smelled like a brewery. I was unhappy. I lived in a tiny bedroom apartment, by myself, there wasn’t going to be anyone with me, and with what Seth had said to me, I was starting to feel more uneasy, like this tape had some sort of mood changing ailment to it. I lit a smoke, and was joined by my younger cousin, Christine, she was stoned,
"Hey," she breathed, "Where are you off to?" she took a hit from her joint.
"Home." I inhaled the smoke, then exhaled, "Seth’s an ass, dude. He said he’d watch this movie with me, then totally got too drunk to go."
"That’s just Seth, Jess." She looked serious. "Call Jonsey, or Damien."
"I don’t need a man, Chris."
"Then call Vivian."
"Viv? Yeah, maybe."
"Problem solved." she crushed her joint on the coffee table, ignoring the ashtray I was using. "Seth told me about that movie when we were younger," she giggled, "He must’ve been fucked up, dude."
Then something struck me, I never told Chris what movie I was taking home. “Tell me how you knew what movie I had in my hand,” she went pale, and laughed nervously,
"The case, Jessica."
"It’s not in the case, it hasn’t been in the case for years."
"The label, I mean."
I looked at the VHS, but the label was facing the ground, buried in my knees. I didn’t want to think that Chris had something to do with the tape, so I pushed the idea to the back of my mind. I stood up, and grabbed my phone out of my pocket, seeing a text from Vivian, “Hey. Coming over. Bringing pizza. See you at six.” It was nearly five. I went to my car, only to see Chris and Seth standing in front of it. I blinked once, and they were gone.
Shaken up, I got in my car, and started her up, my iPod was plugged in, the abrupt sound of Skrillex made me jump. I tried to forget what was going on, and called Viv.
"Hello?" she answered after two rings.
"Viv, I need you to come over now."
"Sure, whatever, hey, happy birthday, by the way."
"I’d completely forgotten." I answered honestly,
"I didn’t. I can’t take the car, so could you come get me?"
"Not an issue. Will you stay on the line with me? Some freaky shit is happening."
"Uhhh.. sure. Freaky shit like what?" I saw Chris and Seth’s faces in the window, staring, motionless.
"I’ll tell you when we get home" I began driving, making small-talk about school, and how shitty some of our teachers are. I started talking about Damien, and gushed about his sweet sensible attitude toward me. Viv started talking about how she wished she would find a guy like Damien, and how much she missed her previous boyfriend, Eric. I finally got to her home, and said I was outside, she hung up, and walked out of the beautiful five bedroom home, and got to my car.
"Finally." She breathed, "I got you a present." she handed me a small box, tied with red ribbon, and white wrapping paper, I tucked in in my glove compartment, and promised to open it later, I then drove off. Viv stared at me, impatiently.
"So…what kind of freaky shit?"
"Later."
"Why?"
"I’m not sure if we’re in the clear." I checked my phone, but all there was, was my background, a picture of Nightcrawler from X-Men Evolutions I’d drawn, "We’re going to be watching a movie."
"Cool, what movie?"
"The Land Before Time."
"That seems…odd for you. Why not Hellboy, or Pan’s Labyrinth? I mean, it is your birthday, so whatever, but…" I cut her off.
"The freaky shit revolves around the tape." I lit a cigarette, shaking, Viv just shook her head in disapproval, "You know THAT Girl?"
"Kitty? Yeah."
"She said on her page, that Judith Barsi, the voice of Ducky in this movie, was killed by her dad when she was ten." I inhaled, and rolled down a window, "Then she abandoned the page, I’m thinking permanently."
"Okay, that has what to do with the movie how?"
"Fucking listen!" I snapped, "Kitty abandoned the page, but that’s just where I got curious. I knew my cousin liked the movie as a kid, but… he got really upset when I asked, and told me to watch it myself. Then he stared at me as I drove to come get you. He looked like Jeff The Killer. From the creepypasta."
"So, he didn’t have a nose?" she joked, "I get that this is freaking you out, but don’t you think maybe you’re reading too many of those stupid stories, I mean, none of them are even real."
"That’s not entirely true. Smiledog.jpg is real."
"How would you know?"
"Let’s not argue about this one." At this point, we’d pulled into my parking lot. "Let’s just see what made Seth cry all of that time ago." I got out of the car, and swore I could see Seth’s face in the window again. Smiling. I pushed it aside, "I’m calling Damien. I need a man that can kick Seth’s stupid ass for trying to scare me."
"What do you mean?" Vivian inquired.
"Seth was just in the window again. He must’ve left after I did." I said, reasoning with myself. I pulled out my cellphone, but I didn’t have a signal. "Fuck, no signal." I looked up at the window, he wasn’t there anymore. "Let’s just go inside." I unlocked the main door, then made my way up to my apartment. I was nervous, but I unlocked the door, I closed my eyes, and turned the lights on.
"SURPRISE!!" A chorus of people chanted, Seth, Christine, Damien, Jonsey, and countless others. Viv had even joined in the chorus. The initial shock made me jump, laughter ensued, and I felt safe again.
However… I blinked and they were gone. The room was simply black, and all I heard were whispers, “Watch… Watch… Watch…” I shook, and turned around, the only think that was even visible in the black abyss, was the TV, and VCR. The black tape, was still being clutched by my terrified hands. Sweat gathering on my forehead, from the utter terror. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to have to watch it. I was being pushed somehow by something. Closer and closer to the VCR, until I was right in front of it. The same whispers, invading my mind as I did. I put the tape in. It all started there.
Everything was normal for the first few minutes, half hour from what I can assume, but after that, whenever Ducky talked, the screen flashed between her face, and Judith’s. That continued for awhile, there was no static, just Judith’s face, with a scarlet background that was murder to the eyes. As the movie ended, there were no credits. But instead, a graphic video of her, and her mother’s murder. It was crudely video-taped, and shaky. I watched it all unravel, I watched her be dragged by her luscious golden locks, to the kitchen, where her father beat her and spewed venomous words at her.
"Bitch, you don’t know what it’s like to work for all you’ve got!" He slammed her into walls, and she cried softly, trying to keep composure. "Scream, goddammit!" She shook her head. He carried her to her room, while still spewing venom. He pulled out a gun, from his back, (I assume he was keeping it where the FBI agents keep theirs.) and shot her, right in the head. I tried to look away as I heard the shot, but a voice, sounding like Judith’s father, screamed in my ear,
"WATCH. WATCH. FUCKING CUNT. WATCH!" I couldn’t tell what was more horrifying, the screaming in my ear, or the sight of Judith’s limp body being covered with gasoline, and blankets. I was in total shock, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted it to end, but it wouldn’t, it just wouldn’t. As shock wore off, I began to cry, screaming, anything to drown out what I was seeing. Nothing worked.
Next was Judith’s mother, she heard the gunshot, and walked to the bedroom, “Josef, what are you doing?” She asked him, “I heard a noise, what’s going on?”
"Nothing." He said, hiding the gun. "Come here." He led her out into the hall, her eyes filled with worry, he headlocked her, and put the gun to her temple, "I’m sorry." he said emotionless. The shot rung in my ears. I saw her head explode on impact. I threw up at this point, the pure carnage was enough to make any human being sick, let alone a seventeen year old girl. I was simply sitting there, in front of the television. The end was growing closer, as he covered their bodies in gasoline, and set them on fire. The camera now followed him to his garage, where he sighed, and shot himself. The camera now showed a picture of Judith and her Mother burning, the flesh was melting from their faces. I closed my eyes, and awoke in a chair, my friends and family surrounding me. Everyone asking me if I was OK.
"You’ve been comatose for an hour and a half now." My mother was the one to speak. "I was about to take you to the hospital, but…"
Seth cut her off, “You’re awake now, that’s all that matters.” This was not the same Seth that I had spoken with earlier today. Everyone had faces, painted with worry. Christine was not the same either, I spoke with her, she claimed to have not been high for weeks, and Seth had claimed that I hadn’t showed up that day. Vivian says that I hadn’t picked her up, and that her car was in the parking lot, with everyone elses. Suddenly something struck me, that package that I’d thought Viv had given me, what was inside of it?
From lack of better judgement, I went and checked for the package that was in my glove box, it was beautifully wrapped. I felt bad for opening it. Inside was a picture of sweet Judith, melting with her mother… I now know why Kitty abandoned the page, that is… if she had experienced the same things I did.
I don’t know what happened, and I don’t want to know. I want to forget, but those goddamn whispers come back sometimes.
"How do you feel now, knowing the truth

It all started on Facebook. Just one post, by a pretty popular page called THAT Girl. As an avid Facebooker, I loved anything that would make the experience less mundane, so I liked plenty of strange pages like hers. Gary Motherfucking Oak, Hipster Link, Vegeta’s Moostache, and so on. THAT Girl (Known better by her fans, as Kitty, which is what I will be calling her through the remainder of my tale) posted a very strange update, one that said no more, than “Judith Barsi, the voice of Ducky in The Land Before Time, was shot and killed by her father at the age of ten.” the next post, “I’m abandoning this page for awhile. Personal issues, see you on the flip side.” Very unlike Kitty, to say the least, but this peaked my curiosity. As a very adventurous person, I felt the need to look into it.

I made my way to my aunt’s house that weekend, hoping to ask my older cousin, Seth if he knew about the whole ordeal with Judith. He was a fan of the Land Before Time movies, and I was told that they used to make him cry, he would never admit it though. I walked into the home, the smell of cigarettes and weed assailed my nostrils, and made me slightly light-headed. Seth’s friends were all there, like usual, and I knew I’d never get any answers out of him if he had company.

"Hey, Seth," I called to him, "What’re you guys up to?"

"Beer pong. Wanna join?" Seth inquired, as I had more pressing issues to discuss with him, I declined, and asked him if I could speak to him alone, knowing to not embarrass him in front of his friends, "Alone? Sure, sure. Just let me grab a smoke, and we can head outside," I grabbed one too, and stood in the bitter winter chill with him. "So, whaddya need?"

"This may be a bit awkward, but-"

"You prego? I’ll kill someone."

"No, Seth…" I sighed, "No, it’s not that, still a virgin," I inhaled the cancerous smoke, and began again, "Do you know anything about that little girl that was in the Land Before Time Movies? Judith Barsi, I think."

His face grew pale. “No,” he said sternly.

"Seth, I need to know," I snapped, "It’s for a school project, and-"

"Don’t fucking lie, Jess."

"Seth."

"No, I don’t fucking know anything about it." Seth was less pale, and more flushed, his eyes looked deranged, like he’d witnessed something horrible transpire. He calmed down for a moment, after I stared at him, unphased by his unnecessary rage, "I have an old copy of the movie, in my chest downstairs. Don’t fucking talk about it anymore. See for yourself." He threw his smoke into the snow, "But believe me, you won’t like it." I followed his lead, and threw my half-smoked cigarette into the snow. What a waste! I thought. I followed Seth into the dark depths of the basement, where his room was located, and shuffled into the messy room, full of horror movie memorabilia. Promised to be mine when he out-grows it. “Here, in that chest. If you think you have the guts to watch the movie, then you should dig it out just fine.” he left the room, and locked the door.

Typical. Always trying to scare me, who the fuck does he think he is, Freddy Krueger? Ugh… My thoughts were racing, he was much like Jigsaw in one aspect, he was intelligent enough to play games with my mind, and make me search for things that were in plain sight. I dug into the chest, coming across a Chucky doll, and froze, Seth had tied me to chairs when I was young, and forced me to watch Child’s Play. Remembering things that I longed to forget, I started to well up, knowing that the worst was probably over, (But man, was I wrong.) Seth left plenty of other things to fuck with me, like zombie-esque looking faux limbs, and notes that read cryptic messages,

"No, Jess, don’t do this to yourself."

"Stop this now."

"Just come upstairs, and drink with us. Forget about Judith. Forget."

Wait, I thought Seth was in my sight, the whole time we were down here, and there’s no way he would know I’d come around, looking for information about Judith, or even that I knew about her at all… and more importantly, why would he lock the door? I shuffled through the wreckage of his horror-fest-chest, and finally found the tape, an authentic copy. “Seth!” I called, “Seth, I found it!” I heard him sniffle, “Seth, can I please go now?”

"Watch it."

"What?"

"Watch the fucking movie, Jess."

"Seth, let’s just have another smoke, and go watch it at my house."

A few minutes passed in silence, until the door unlocked, making me jump, and opened slowly Fuck, Seth. I thought maybe you’d have some new tricks by now. Acting unphased by the new development, I walked out of the door, expecting Seth to try and scare me, but there was no one. He’s probably hiding somewhere else, I thought, trying to reason with myself. There’s just no way. I walked up the stairs of the house, which had always frightened me. I felt a cold, small hand touch my arm.

"Watch the movie, Jess." Whispers, "You know you want to."

"Seth, you’re a fucking faggot, dude." I called, "I’m going home!" I said, as I peeked my head around the stairs, to see if everyone was there, they were all there, including Seth.

"Find that movie?"

"Just fine, thanks. Don’t lock the door on my anymore, it’s childish."

"… Jess, I didn’t lock the door." He went pale again, "I didn’t even shut the door, I left you to your own devices, and went upstairs." his friends were all laughing, "You trying to pull something on me?"

"No." My face, probably equally as pale, sweat a little in fear, and distress. "Seth. Can you come sleep over at the house tonight?" His friends, drunk, and finding this situation hilarious, were laughing hysterically, Seth did nothing but nod, "You can finish the game, and we can leave," I clutched the VHS in my sweaty palms, "Just hurry, I want to go home." Seth nodded again.

I sat in the living room, which was simply a large patch of carpet, meant to separate the dining area, and the living room, on a couch, my aunt Murial sat next to me, very drunk, and very high, “You’re not going to party, Jess? What the hell? This is the party house!” I looked at her, with pleading eyes, I just wanted to watch this tape, and get it over with, I thought of an excuse, seeing as she knew that I loved drinking, getting stoned, and other things of that matter.

"Nah, not tonight, I have a project due soon, and I just want to get home."

"So, just go."

"Can’t. Seth is going to help me."

"What? He don’t know dot-diddily-squat."

"Company." I was getting nervous, and sweaty again, Aunt Muriel backed off considerably, and went back to the party. Listening to the comfortable sounds of chatter, and laughter was filling the voids of my mind. I was growing more, and more comfortable, and was beginning to forget the tape, and whatever contents it held. I slipped into sleep, which I thought was odd. I am an insomniac, chronic insomniac, I hardly ever slept. That moment was short, Seth woke me up, moments later, pretty drunk, and smiley.

"Y-you ready ta go?" He reeked of beer, "C’mon, let’s bounce."

"I can go by myself if you’re too drunk."

“‘Kay. Luff you.” He hugged me, and smelled like a brewery. I was unhappy. I lived in a tiny bedroom apartment, by myself, there wasn’t going to be anyone with me, and with what Seth had said to me, I was starting to feel more uneasy, like this tape had some sort of mood changing ailment to it. I lit a smoke, and was joined by my younger cousin, Christine, she was stoned,

"Hey," she breathed, "Where are you off to?" she took a hit from her joint.

"Home." I inhaled the smoke, then exhaled, "Seth’s an ass, dude. He said he’d watch this movie with me, then totally got too drunk to go."

"That’s just Seth, Jess." She looked serious. "Call Jonsey, or Damien."

"I don’t need a man, Chris."

"Then call Vivian."

"Viv? Yeah, maybe."

"Problem solved." she crushed her joint on the coffee table, ignoring the ashtray I was using. "Seth told me about that movie when we were younger," she giggled, "He must’ve been fucked up, dude."

Then something struck me, I never told Chris what movie I was taking home. “Tell me how you knew what movie I had in my hand,” she went pale, and laughed nervously,

"The case, Jessica."

"It’s not in the case, it hasn’t been in the case for years."

"The label, I mean."

I looked at the VHS, but the label was facing the ground, buried in my knees. I didn’t want to think that Chris had something to do with the tape, so I pushed the idea to the back of my mind. I stood up, and grabbed my phone out of my pocket, seeing a text from Vivian, “Hey. Coming over. Bringing pizza. See you at six.” It was nearly five. I went to my car, only to see Chris and Seth standing in front of it. I blinked once, and they were gone.

Shaken up, I got in my car, and started her up, my iPod was plugged in, the abrupt sound of Skrillex made me jump. I tried to forget what was going on, and called Viv.

"Hello?" she answered after two rings.

"Viv, I need you to come over now."

"Sure, whatever, hey, happy birthday, by the way."

"I’d completely forgotten." I answered honestly,

"I didn’t. I can’t take the car, so could you come get me?"

"Not an issue. Will you stay on the line with me? Some freaky shit is happening."

"Uhhh.. sure. Freaky shit like what?" I saw Chris and Seth’s faces in the window, staring, motionless.

"I’ll tell you when we get home" I began driving, making small-talk about school, and how shitty some of our teachers are. I started talking about Damien, and gushed about his sweet sensible attitude toward me. Viv started talking about how she wished she would find a guy like Damien, and how much she missed her previous boyfriend, Eric. I finally got to her home, and said I was outside, she hung up, and walked out of the beautiful five bedroom home, and got to my car.

"Finally." She breathed, "I got you a present." she handed me a small box, tied with red ribbon, and white wrapping paper, I tucked in in my glove compartment, and promised to open it later, I then drove off. Viv stared at me, impatiently.

"So…what kind of freaky shit?"

"Later."

"Why?"

"I’m not sure if we’re in the clear." I checked my phone, but all there was, was my background, a picture of Nightcrawler from X-Men Evolutions I’d drawn, "We’re going to be watching a movie."

"Cool, what movie?"

"The Land Before Time."

"That seems…odd for you. Why not Hellboy, or Pan’s Labyrinth? I mean, it is your birthday, so whatever, but…" I cut her off.

"The freaky shit revolves around the tape." I lit a cigarette, shaking, Viv just shook her head in disapproval, "You know THAT Girl?"

"Kitty? Yeah."

"She said on her page, that Judith Barsi, the voice of Ducky in this movie, was killed by her dad when she was ten." I inhaled, and rolled down a window, "Then she abandoned the page, I’m thinking permanently."

"Okay, that has what to do with the movie how?"

"Fucking listen!" I snapped, "Kitty abandoned the page, but that’s just where I got curious. I knew my cousin liked the movie as a kid, but… he got really upset when I asked, and told me to watch it myself. Then he stared at me as I drove to come get you. He looked like Jeff The Killer. From the creepypasta."

"So, he didn’t have a nose?" she joked, "I get that this is freaking you out, but don’t you think maybe you’re reading too many of those stupid stories, I mean, none of them are even real."

"That’s not entirely true. Smiledog.jpg is real."

"How would you know?"

"Let’s not argue about this one." At this point, we’d pulled into my parking lot. "Let’s just see what made Seth cry all of that time ago." I got out of the car, and swore I could see Seth’s face in the window again. Smiling. I pushed it aside, "I’m calling Damien. I need a man that can kick Seth’s stupid ass for trying to scare me."

"What do you mean?" Vivian inquired.

"Seth was just in the window again. He must’ve left after I did." I said, reasoning with myself. I pulled out my cellphone, but I didn’t have a signal. "Fuck, no signal." I looked up at the window, he wasn’t there anymore. "Let’s just go inside." I unlocked the main door, then made my way up to my apartment. I was nervous, but I unlocked the door, I closed my eyes, and turned the lights on.

"SURPRISE!!" A chorus of people chanted, Seth, Christine, Damien, Jonsey, and countless others. Viv had even joined in the chorus. The initial shock made me jump, laughter ensued, and I felt safe again.

However… I blinked and they were gone. The room was simply black, and all I heard were whispers, “Watch… Watch… Watch…” I shook, and turned around, the only think that was even visible in the black abyss, was the TV, and VCR. The black tape, was still being clutched by my terrified hands. Sweat gathering on my forehead, from the utter terror. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to have to watch it. I was being pushed somehow by something. Closer and closer to the VCR, until I was right in front of it. The same whispers, invading my mind as I did. I put the tape in. It all started there.

Everything was normal for the first few minutes, half hour from what I can assume, but after that, whenever Ducky talked, the screen flashed between her face, and Judith’s. That continued for awhile, there was no static, just Judith’s face, with a scarlet background that was murder to the eyes. As the movie ended, there were no credits. But instead, a graphic video of her, and her mother’s murder. It was crudely video-taped, and shaky. I watched it all unravel, I watched her be dragged by her luscious golden locks, to the kitchen, where her father beat her and spewed venomous words at her.

"Bitch, you don’t know what it’s like to work for all you’ve got!" He slammed her into walls, and she cried softly, trying to keep composure. "Scream, goddammit!" She shook her head. He carried her to her room, while still spewing venom. He pulled out a gun, from his back, (I assume he was keeping it where the FBI agents keep theirs.) and shot her, right in the head. I tried to look away as I heard the shot, but a voice, sounding like Judith’s father, screamed in my ear,

"WATCH. WATCH. FUCKING CUNT. WATCH!" I couldn’t tell what was more horrifying, the screaming in my ear, or the sight of Judith’s limp body being covered with gasoline, and blankets. I was in total shock, I didn’t know what to do. I wanted it to end, but it wouldn’t, it just wouldn’t. As shock wore off, I began to cry, screaming, anything to drown out what I was seeing. Nothing worked.

Next was Judith’s mother, she heard the gunshot, and walked to the bedroom, “Josef, what are you doing?” She asked him, “I heard a noise, what’s going on?”

"Nothing." He said, hiding the gun. "Come here." He led her out into the hall, her eyes filled with worry, he headlocked her, and put the gun to her temple, "I’m sorry." he said emotionless. The shot rung in my ears. I saw her head explode on impact. I threw up at this point, the pure carnage was enough to make any human being sick, let alone a seventeen year old girl. I was simply sitting there, in front of the television. The end was growing closer, as he covered their bodies in gasoline, and set them on fire. The camera now followed him to his garage, where he sighed, and shot himself. The camera now showed a picture of Judith and her Mother burning, the flesh was melting from their faces. I closed my eyes, and awoke in a chair, my friends and family surrounding me. Everyone asking me if I was OK.

"You’ve been comatose for an hour and a half now." My mother was the one to speak. "I was about to take you to the hospital, but…"

Seth cut her off, “You’re awake now, that’s all that matters.” This was not the same Seth that I had spoken with earlier today. Everyone had faces, painted with worry. Christine was not the same either, I spoke with her, she claimed to have not been high for weeks, and Seth had claimed that I hadn’t showed up that day. Vivian says that I hadn’t picked her up, and that her car was in the parking lot, with everyone elses. Suddenly something struck me, that package that I’d thought Viv had given me, what was inside of it?

From lack of better judgement, I went and checked for the package that was in my glove box, it was beautifully wrapped. I felt bad for opening it. Inside was a picture of sweet Judith, melting with her mother… I now know why Kitty abandoned the page, that is… if she had experienced the same things I did.

I don’t know what happened, and I don’t want to know. I want to forget, but those goddamn whispers come back sometimes.

"How do you feel now, knowing the truth

creepy-stuff-i-just-made-up:

The Pencee Scarecrows 

On April 30, 2009, Pencee McLane left with five of her closest friends on a camping trip. What occurred to Pencee and her friends that night has become a mystery for the ages.

It’s reported that the group arrived at their planned destination at 7 PM. The group made camp and spent the night drinking and having a good time. When Pencee awoke the following morning, all of the people in her group were gone.

Upon investigating the campsite, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

The SUV was still there.

The tents were still there. All of the group’s food and clothing was still in their respective tents.

Nothing had been disturbed.

She spent the next hour texting and calling her friends, but not one person responded. She even called their parents. Beginning to panic, Pencee called the police.

Authorities arrived on scene, but were just as confused as Pencee. No signs of struggle, no signs of other people.

The strangest thing to come out of the initial investigation was the discovery that the only footprints at the campsite were Pencee’s.

Bizarre, right?

It gets worse.

On May 1, 2010, the first body appeared.

Sara Paella was found in the middle of a field, right on the spot where the original group camped. As seen in the pictures above, her desiccated corpse was found tied to a rough crucifix with barbed wire. A stitched burlap sack was thrown over her head and a collar of barbed wire adorned her neck.

Police determined that the cause of death was strangulation with the barbed wire.

On May 1, 2011, the second body appeared. Kitty Sigmon was found crucified across the street from where Pencee was living at the time. The crucifix appeared in her neighbor’s backyard. Residents on the street all reported that the only thing they heard that night was a droning noise that sounded like a plane.

Pencee McLane relocated to a new city shortly after this occurred.

On May 1, 2012, the third body appeared. Melissa Green was found crucified and hung with barbed wire. Once again, the body appeared across the street from where Pencee McLane lived. This time in the front yard.

Pencee once again moved to a new city.

On May 1, 2013, the fourth body appeared. Willis Timmermen was found crucified in Pencee’s own front yard, his body in the same shape as the others.

May 1, 2014 will be here soon and the fifth member of the group still hasn’t been found.

I wonder where that scarecrow will appear…

Many say I am evil, but I am not.
Many say I am different, but I am not.

Many say I am insane, but I am not.

I am lonely. I walk alone, with no one to comfort me, no one to love me.

I used to be normal, like you.

Funny, I always hated being part of the “normal” crowd. You should appreciate what you have. You should pray that you never have to feel what I feel.

Hate. Depression. Abandonment. Betrayal.

You all have lives. You have hope. I lost these things to a madman.

He is the one who is truly evil! NOT ME!

He stole my life, my hope, my everything!

He left me to rot, after his damned experiment!

He welcomed me, with open arms. He promised me a whole new life. One better than that which I lived. He LIED!

He stole everything from me! I still remember the day…


I was a strong boy, fresh out of high school. The sun was shining, but I was loathing. I felt like everyone I saw was staring me down, judging me! And they were, oh how they were…

My walk home from the final day from school was its usual hell. Kids would ride by in their cars and yell “LOSER” and “DOUCHE!” I simply had to take it, or did I?

A thought dawned on me: these kids are slowly killing me anyway, why not make it quick and painless? I was blinded by grief. If I had known then what I know now, then I would have never taken that rope from my basement.

But where to do it? Not at my house. I hated my mom, but not enough to shatter her mentally. I picked an alley near the outskirts of town. I was halfway through wrapping it around a lightpost when he skulked into the alley.

"Young man, what are you doing?"

"Ending it!"

"Are you insane? Come, come with me. I believe I can help you."

"Help me? You’re off your rocker, old man. Leave me to die in peace!"

"Now, I can’t do that!" He grabbed my arm. "Come."

When I struggled, he pulled harder. I fell and he caught me. He quickly dragged me inside and bolted the door behind us.

"Young man, I think I can help you. I know how you’re feeling. Simply listen to me."

"Damn you! Fine, but hurry!"

"A life is a precious thing, but what would you say if I could give you a new one, for free?"

"I’d say, ‘Where the fuck do I sign?’"

"Good. I’ve been doing human anatomy research, and after a few experiments I think I have mastered manipulation of the human form. I believe I can make you into anything, or anyone, you want. Of course, there are circumstances."

"Like what?"

He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Well, first off, sign here.”

"What if I don’t want to?"

"Well, in that lies the second circumstance… you don’t have a choice."

"What!?"

"You heard me, my dear fellow." He pulled out a syringe filled with a green liquid. "Now hold still!"

I tried to run, I tried to scream, but he grabbed me. He forced the needle into my neck, and everything went black.


I awoke in a glass chamber. He had me in a suit, for whatever reason.

Seconds after I awoke he entered the room in a labcoat.

"Hello, my friend! Did you have a nice nap?"

"Where the fuck am I!?"

"That is not of your concern. All you have to do is sit back and let me do all the work."

"Let me out, you psychopath! I’ll kill you!"

"I am afraid not, my child. You are going to sit there while I make history!"

"History?"

"Yes, when I successfully perform a full body transformation on you."

"You can’t!"

"Oh, but I can." He flipped a switch, and began speaking into a microphone. "Test, test. Good. Now, let us begin with experiment 84-B."

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Subject’s vitals seem to be normal. His heart rate has skyrocketed, though. Brainwave activity is high, and insulin levels are normal."

"Let me go!"

"Ready to begin experiment." He turned to a lever. "Activating node one." And he pulled.

A bolt of energy pierced my body, tearing my very being apart. I couldn’t even scream. My vision blurred and I was suddenly blind.

"Subject’s appearance is beginning to warp. Activating node two."

The pain increased. I felt my mouth close up, and my eyes shut.

"Subject’s face is completely morphed. Activating node-"

A siren sounded. “Error! Error! Meltdown in progress!”

He screamed, “No! His face and limbs haven’t fully developed yet! I must save the experiment!”

The last thing I heard was a loud crash.


I awoke again among the rubble. I could hardly see; it was as if a screen of some sort covered my eyes. My mouth felt as if it had been sewn shut. I couldn’t breathe, for my nose had shut too. But, somehow, I didn’t need to breathe anymore.

I got up. My arms and legs felt strange. It took me nearly a minute to regain control of them. I began to walk through the debris. A shattered computer lay near a dismembered foot. A trail of blood led me to a hallway and then a door. I could hear muffled grunts behind it.

I opened the door and saw a policeman heave some fallen concrete slabs away from another door. He turned and saw me. He then screamed and ran. I tried to yell for him to stop, but I couldn’t speak. So I chased him.

As I began to run I felt my legs shifting, as if they were growing while I moved. I soon caught up to him and when I reached to grab his shoulder, a tendril shot from my arm and impaled his chest. He cursed and fell.

What the fuck just happened? I thought.

I looked over his dying body. There was a gaping hole in his chest. I could do nothing to save him.

I continued to follow the blood trail, until I came upon the body of the man. He was crushed under a fallen rafter. I lifted him up, not realizing until later the strength that the task should have required. Angrily, I hurled his body at the wall and was splattered with a rain of blood.

I tried to escape the building, but every turn was a dead end. I continued to search until I came into a bathroom. I needed to get this blood off my hands. I walked inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror. And I realized something…

I didn’t have a face.


So now I am branded as a monster.

I live in the nightmares of teens and adults alike.

All because of that bastard.

Soon after this experience, I discovered my true powers. I could stretch my arms and legs to unnatural lengths, and even produce tendrils from my back.

After this whole experience, all I want is a friend. So I find people, children. They are the only ones who don’t view me with fear. I often play with them. But I cannot always control my body. Every now and again I slip up and someone dies. But it’s not my fault. I only seek companionship.

This is my burden. And I carry it eternally.

I do enjoy pictures. I like sneaking into them. There are always people photographing wildlife, so I reside in the forests. I do what I now understand to be “photobombing”. But whenever I track the person down because I wish to see what I look like in the photo, they run. And one thing leads to another and suddenly another person dies at my hand.

I promise I never mean any true harm, but I’ve lost my sense of… well, everything. I no longer know how to be a person. Things never seem to go well for me, someone always ends up dead.

I simply ask you this, when you see me, do not run away. In fact, run towards me, welcome me. It would mean so much to me. And it may just save your life.

But then, how will you know it is me? I’m sure you’ve heard of me. And if you haven’t, you can easily find some photos of me on the internet. Simply go on Google, and type in “Slenderman .”

Many say I am evil, but I am not.
Many say I am different, but I am not.

Many say I am insane, but I am not.

I am lonely. I walk alone, with no one to comfort me, no one to love me.

I used to be normal, like you.

Funny, I always hated being part of the “normal” crowd. You should appreciate what you have. You should pray that you never have to feel what I feel.

Hate. Depression. Abandonment. Betrayal.

You all have lives. You have hope. I lost these things to a madman.

He is the one who is truly evil! NOT ME!

He stole my life, my hope, my everything!

He left me to rot, after his damned experiment!

He welcomed me, with open arms. He promised me a whole new life. One better than that which I lived. He LIED!

He stole everything from me! I still remember the day…


I was a strong boy, fresh out of high school. The sun was shining, but I was loathing. I felt like everyone I saw was staring me down, judging me! And they were, oh how they were…

My walk home from the final day from school was its usual hell. Kids would ride by in their cars and yell “LOSER” and “DOUCHE!” I simply had to take it, or did I?

A thought dawned on me: these kids are slowly killing me anyway, why not make it quick and painless? I was blinded by grief. If I had known then what I know now, then I would have never taken that rope from my basement.

But where to do it? Not at my house. I hated my mom, but not enough to shatter her mentally. I picked an alley near the outskirts of town. I was halfway through wrapping it around a lightpost when he skulked into the alley.

"Young man, what are you doing?"

"Ending it!"

"Are you insane? Come, come with me. I believe I can help you."

"Help me? You’re off your rocker, old man. Leave me to die in peace!"

"Now, I can’t do that!" He grabbed my arm. "Come."

When I struggled, he pulled harder. I fell and he caught me. He quickly dragged me inside and bolted the door behind us.

"Young man, I think I can help you. I know how you’re feeling. Simply listen to me."

"Damn you! Fine, but hurry!"

"A life is a precious thing, but what would you say if I could give you a new one, for free?"

"I’d say, ‘Where the fuck do I sign?’"

"Good. I’ve been doing human anatomy research, and after a few experiments I think I have mastered manipulation of the human form. I believe I can make you into anything, or anyone, you want. Of course, there are circumstances."

"Like what?"

He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Well, first off, sign here.”

"What if I don’t want to?"

"Well, in that lies the second circumstance… you don’t have a choice."

"What!?"

"You heard me, my dear fellow." He pulled out a syringe filled with a green liquid. "Now hold still!"

I tried to run, I tried to scream, but he grabbed me. He forced the needle into my neck, and everything went black.


I awoke in a glass chamber. He had me in a suit, for whatever reason.

Seconds after I awoke he entered the room in a labcoat.

"Hello, my friend! Did you have a nice nap?"

"Where the fuck am I!?"

"That is not of your concern. All you have to do is sit back and let me do all the work."

"Let me out, you psychopath! I’ll kill you!"

"I am afraid not, my child. You are going to sit there while I make history!"

"History?"

"Yes, when I successfully perform a full body transformation on you."

"You can’t!"

"Oh, but I can." He flipped a switch, and began speaking into a microphone. "Test, test. Good. Now, let us begin with experiment 84-B."

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Subject’s vitals seem to be normal. His heart rate has skyrocketed, though. Brainwave activity is high, and insulin levels are normal."

"Let me go!"

"Ready to begin experiment." He turned to a lever. "Activating node one." And he pulled.

A bolt of energy pierced my body, tearing my very being apart. I couldn’t even scream. My vision blurred and I was suddenly blind.

"Subject’s appearance is beginning to warp. Activating node two."

The pain increased. I felt my mouth close up, and my eyes shut.

"Subject’s face is completely morphed. Activating node-"

A siren sounded. “Error! Error! Meltdown in progress!”

He screamed, “No! His face and limbs haven’t fully developed yet! I must save the experiment!”

The last thing I heard was a loud crash.


I awoke again among the rubble. I could hardly see; it was as if a screen of some sort covered my eyes. My mouth felt as if it had been sewn shut. I couldn’t breathe, for my nose had shut too. But, somehow, I didn’t need to breathe anymore.

I got up. My arms and legs felt strange. It took me nearly a minute to regain control of them. I began to walk through the debris. A shattered computer lay near a dismembered foot. A trail of blood led me to a hallway and then a door. I could hear muffled grunts behind it.

I opened the door and saw a policeman heave some fallen concrete slabs away from another door. He turned and saw me. He then screamed and ran. I tried to yell for him to stop, but I couldn’t speak. So I chased him.

As I began to run I felt my legs shifting, as if they were growing while I moved. I soon caught up to him and when I reached to grab his shoulder, a tendril shot from my arm and impaled his chest. He cursed and fell.

What the fuck just happened? I thought.

I looked over his dying body. There was a gaping hole in his chest. I could do nothing to save him.

I continued to follow the blood trail, until I came upon the body of the man. He was crushed under a fallen rafter. I lifted him up, not realizing until later the strength that the task should have required. Angrily, I hurled his body at the wall and was splattered with a rain of blood.

I tried to escape the building, but every turn was a dead end. I continued to search until I came into a bathroom. I needed to get this blood off my hands. I walked inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror. And I realized something…

I didn’t have a face.


So now I am branded as a monster.

I live in the nightmares of teens and adults alike.

All because of that bastard.

Soon after this experience, I discovered my true powers. I could stretch my arms and legs to unnatural lengths, and even produce tendrils from my back.

After this whole experience, all I want is a friend. So I find people, children. They are the only ones who don’t view me with fear. I often play with them. But I cannot always control my body. Every now and again I slip up and someone dies. But it’s not my fault. I only seek companionship.

This is my burden. And I carry it eternally.

I do enjoy pictures. I like sneaking into them. There are always people photographing wildlife, so I reside in the forests. I do what I now understand to be “photobombing”. But whenever I track the person down because I wish to see what I look like in the photo, they run. And one thing leads to another and suddenly another person dies at my hand.

I promise I never mean any true harm, but I’ve lost my sense of… well, everything. I no longer know how to be a person. Things never seem to go well for me, someone always ends up dead.

I simply ask you this, when you see me, do not run away. In fact, run towards me, welcome me. It would mean so much to me. And it may just save your life.

But then, how will you know it is me? I’m sure you’ve heard of me. And if you haven’t, you can easily find some photos of me on the internet. Simply go on Google, and type in “Slenderman .”

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple’s bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.

The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams — her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride; recall that I wasn’t a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life changed forever. She and Terence had been married for only five months. Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as “Smile.dog”, the being smile.jpg is reputed to display. What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don’t believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax.

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though depending on whom you ask the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg’s existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief.

Neither smile.jpg nor Smile.dog is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shocksites as ****** (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup; any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia’s many admins.

Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of internet legend. Mary E.’s story is not unique; there are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of Usenet and even one persistent tale that in 2002 a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of Smile.dog pictures, rendering almost half the forum’s users at the time epileptic.

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s that smile.jpg circulated on usenet and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line “SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!” Yet despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: A dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail that is visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame. The hand is empty, but is usually described as “beckoning”. Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen). The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth.

This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind’s eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though in someses it is more effective than others.

Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication. That was why after my visit to her apartment in 2007 I sent out feelers to several folklore- and urban legend-oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about his experiences. For a time nothing happened and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near 
____________________________________
the beginning of March 2008.
To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subj: Last summer’s interview
Dear Mr. L.,

I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.

It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is “spread the word”. That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.

And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.

I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?

So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.

I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.

Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog’s orders.

Stop while you are still whole.

Sincerely,
Mary E.
____________________________________

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she’d left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife’s advice. He’d found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers’ online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeed dead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.

But the world has odd ways of testing us. Almost a full year after I’d returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

___________________________________
To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subj: smile
Hello

I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.

:)
____________________________________

The final line chilled me to the bone.

According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time. It was mostly likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren’t I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg’s peculiar powers. Mary E.’s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one’s mind with only the power of the eye?

And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all?

If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?

If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?

Could I spread the word?





Yes. Yes I could. :)

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple’s bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife.

The things Mary said made little sense but fit with the pattern I was expecting: though I could not see her, I could tell from her voice that she was crying, and more often than not her objections to speaking with me centered around an incoherent diatribe on her dreams — her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it in stride; recall that I wasn’t a reporter in search of a story, but merely a curious young man in search of information. Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another, similar case if I put my mind and resources to it.

Mary E. was the sysop for a small Chicago-based Bulletin Board System in 1992 when she first encountered smile.jpg and her life changed forever. She and Terence had been married for only five months. Mary was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she is the only one who has spoken openly about the experience. The rest have remained anonymous, or are perhaps dead.

In 2005, when I was only in tenth grade, smile.jpg was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in web-based phenomena; Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as “Smile.dog”, the being smile.jpg is reputed to display. What caught my interest (other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber-legend and my proclivity toward such things) was the sheer lack of information, usually to the point that people don’t believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax.

It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet; certainly many photomanipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on sites such as the imageboard 4chan, particularly the /x/-focused paranormal subboard. It is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect the true smile.jpg is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy and acute anxiety.

This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though depending on whom you ask the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpg’s existence might be just as much out of fear as it is out of disbelief.

Neither smile.jpg nor Smile.dog is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia, though the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shocksites as ****** (hello.jpg) or 2girls1cup; any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpg is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia’s many admins.

Encounters with smile.jpg are the stuff of internet legend. Mary E.’s story is not unique; there are unverified rumors of smile.jpg showing up in the early days of Usenet and even one persistent tale that in 2002 a hacker flooded the forums of humor and satire website Something Awful with a deluge of Smile.dog pictures, rendering almost half the forum’s users at the time epileptic.

It is also said that in the mid-to-late 90s that smile.jpg circulated on usenet and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line “SMILE!! GOD LOVES YOU!” Yet despite the huge exposure these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace of the file or any link has ever been discovered.

Those who claim to have seen smile.jpg often weakly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo: A dog-like creature (usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky), illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room, the only background detail that is visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame. The hand is empty, but is usually described as “beckoning”. Of course, most attention is given to the dog (or dog-creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen). The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth.

This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their mind’s eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victims sleep, resulting in very vivid and disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though in someses it is more effective than others.

Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication. That was why after my visit to her apartment in 2007 I sent out feelers to several folklore- and urban legend-oriented newsgroups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg who felt more interested in talking about his experiences. For a time nothing happened and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near
____________________________________
the beginning of March 2008.
To: jml@****.com
From: marye@****.net
Subj: Last summer’s interview
Dear Mr. L.,

I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me. I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours, but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did. I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously; however, I hope you will forgive me. At the time, I was afraid.

You see, for fifteen years I have been haunted by smile.jpg. Smile.dog comes to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true. There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes them completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and do not speak. I simply look ahead, and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see Smile.dog. It talks to me.

It is not a dog, of course, though I am not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks. All I must do, it says, is “spread the word”. That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means: it wants me to show it to someone else.

And I could. The week after my incident I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a 3 ½ -inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.

I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile.dog kept its word I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked?

So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the word. For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile.jpg stopped posting; I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most.

I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. L., but last summer when you contacted me and my husband about an interview I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile.dog was lying or not, I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.

Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. L., and I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of smile.jpg. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.dog’s orders.

Stop while you are still whole.

Sincerely,
Mary E.
____________________________________

Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she’d left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife’s advice. He’d found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted. Like some sort of animal, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers’ online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. was indeed dead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile.jpg, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May.

But the world has odd ways of testing us. Almost a full year after I’d returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E., I received another email:

___________________________________
To: jml@****.com
From: elzahir82@****.com
Subj: smile
Hello

I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word.

:)
____________________________________

The final line chilled me to the bone.

According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.jpg. I considered downloading it for some time. It was mostly likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren’t I was never wholly convinced of smile.jpg’s peculiar powers. Mary E.’s account had shaken me, yes, but she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one’s mind with only the power of the eye?

And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all?

If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do? Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter route, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn?

If I went through with my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpg, I decided, I could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpg attached to the email was genuine, would I be capricious enough to save myself in that manner?

Could I spread the word?

Yes. Yes I could. :)

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…

Bloody Knife