Midnight Fears

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  • I have a boyfriend and didn’t even know it

    So I’m not sure where to start. There’s a lot of back story from about 10 or so years ago.

    So I know this person from mutual friends. Let’s call him John. I met John at a party with my cousin. We all talked about Harry Potter and nerdy stuff. Anyways I thought he was kinda weird but didn’t think much of it because he moved to California from another state and thought maybe he was just trying to fit in.

    A few years had past and I run into him at a bar. He was there with his roommate who is like a brother to me. He was talking about this party we met at and was telling people that he and I hooked up. I’m like “umm I think you must have me confused with someone else,” then he was like, “maybe.” Trust me, I would never hook up with him. He isn’t my type!!

    So anyways I move to another state for a few years and then moved back to California. I get a message on Facebook and it’s John asking how I’ve been and if I’m still talking to anyone out here. Not thinking too much of it I tell him no I haven’t. I’ve just been to myself and there’s no need for me to go out and do anything because I don’t drink anymore. I would rather stay home with my kids.

    In September of last year I got a new job at a better salon. At this point John is my friend on all my  social media accounts. He messaged me on snapchat and said he referred his cousins girlfriend to me to get her haircut. I thanked him for that.

    Then things started to get weird. He would send me  pornographic pictures on Snapchat with the Snapchat filters. It wasn’t just 2 or 3, there was about 15 of them. I messaged him and told him that was very inappropriate because my kids like to use my snapchat and I didn’t want them seeing that stuff. He said sorry and wouldn’t do it again. The next week he comes in to get his hair cut by me. He was talking with my coworker and myself about his guns, showing us pictures and bragging about all this money he is making with his gun orders. Then he started talking about how I mean the world to him. I’m thinking to myself, “dude I’ve only met you maybe 3 times in my life.” My coworker said that he gave her the creeps and he was staring at me all weird and creepy!!! But I’ve cut his hair a few times after that.

    Then again that night at 3am he was sending me those damn snapchats again. With a message since it’s night your kids won’t see them!!! I told him to never send me stuff like that ever again!!

    Then just before Christmas he came in for a haircut. He invited my kids and I to go with him to watch the Rose Bowl Parade at his condo in Pasadena that overlooks the parade. I just replied, “oh yeah that sounds cool, but I doubt I’ll go because I have work that day,” but thanked him for the invite.

    Let’s move on to this past Friday. His cousins girlfriend came in for another haircut. She asked me if I was dating John. I laughed and said no, he’s not my type. Well she tells me that the 1st time she came in, he told her that he and I  were dating. He showed her pictures of me, hair that I’ve done and even showed her pictures of my kids. I was super upset and weirded out by it because I don’t post pictures of my kids on my Facebook and Instagram. So I don’t know how he got a hold of pictures of my kids!!! Then she goes on to tell me that he’s been telling people that we are engaged!!! Anyways come to find out he’s not only just told her and his family but he’s told this to other people!! I got a hold of my old friend who was like my brother growing up. He told me that John was telling him that he and I dated back in the day and that John owes him over $1500 for rent and my friend kicked him out for doing drugs and that things had gone missing while John was there, like guns!!! So the guns he was talking about and showing us the pictures of were all stolen!!!

    I don’t know what to do!! Do I say something to to him? Do I let it it go??

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  • Never Trust a Pretty Face

    Hey Midnight. I hope you read this story. It is about this sick girl I met in a bar. When I first saw her I was in love. She was so beautiful and graceful. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I knew she wouldn’t be interested in me, but I was wrong. She actually came to me! I felt so nervous and said all the wrong things. I was a complete mess. She didn’t seem to mind. We talked and as the night went on I became more comfortable and we really hit it off. I was really hoping this was the one for me. She really seemed into me as well. All of her attention was focused on me. My buddy’s were loving it as well. Making faces at me when they thought she couldn’t see. Honestly I’m the last guy to pick up a girl in a bar. It just never happen,s but this was my night. We ended up leaving together and taking a walk. If I was smarter I would have recognized a subtle warning that I had missed that night. When we left her friend looked at me and gave a sympathetic smile. We ended up sitting on a bench and held hands but did not kiss. She asked if I lived nearby and when I told her that I did, she suggested we go back to my place. I wasn’t going to put the moves on this girl, I really liked her.

     

    We went to my place. My roommate was fast asleep on the couch. I got us a couple of drinks and we went to my room to listen to music. Seriously that was all I had planned. She had this big bag purse that looked empty because it just flopped everywhere. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I was starting to get real tired and the last thing I remembered was her going to the bathroom and taking her purse. I blacked out and didn’t wake up until the next afternoon. When I sat up, I noticed blood on my sheets. My hand was sliced right under my thumb. It really stung and was pretty deep. I felt horrible and ended up calling in to work. My roommate said he woke up when she left some time really late he said.

     

    He teased me about having a girl over and made a comment about her red lipstick smeared all over her mouth. I told him it wasn’t lipstick. I didn’t even kiss her. I showed him the cut on my hand. It was my blood on her mouth. As weird as this sounds, I think she cut me with something and drank my blood while I was passed out. She also stole all of my money, my phone and laptop and even my video games. So much for love huh? That and never trust a pretty face.

  • Tinder Creep

    Hey Midnight Fears. I have a creep story for you if you ever do a tinder horror stories video. Here is a time I really wished I swiped left. I met this guy for lunch. He was supposed to be 24. Yeah right, try more like late 30’s. Anyway that wasn’t the worst part. I joked about it with him and said was that an older picture he got real serious and said “what do you mean. That’s not an old picture. Blah blah blah. He was actually kind of angry. I thought to myself, “what are you angry about? Youre the one who lied.” I let it go but could tell right away this was not happening. I guess I stayed out of politeness. Big mistake, ladies if you ever find yourself in this situation, a bit of advice, don’t be polite. Just get out of there as quick as you can. Trust me.

     

    This guy was totally disgusting. He was balding and his lips were full of lip boogers and it was hard to look at him. He ordered chicken wings. I literally thought I was going to throw up watching him eat those things. He slurped and sucked on the bones and his fingers. My stomach turns every time I think about it. That scene is permanently burned into my brain now.

    I could have maybe gotten over it if he had a nice personality. He did not have a nice personality. He bragged about being a professional golfer. I can feign interest in many things, golf just isn’t one of them. He kept slipping up and talking about when he was in college and how he dated a cheerleader who get this has a 13 year old. Come on dude are you for real? You just got super pissed at me for calling you out on your age and 10 minutes later youre telling me about an ex with a 13 year old. Shaking my head right now.

     

    The thing that drove me over the edge is that he said no less than three times that we should go to his house and party in his hot tub. Not a chance in hell dude. I wouldn’t be caught dead in a hot tub with this guy.

     

    After lunch I paid my way and we split the tip. He calculated my portion to the penny. Even the tax and tip had to be proportionate to my share of the bill. He insisted 10% was all we should leave our server. Who he ran ragged by the way. He treated her like she was below him. Big turn off for me. It was totally embarrassing. I said fine you leave 10% and I’ll leave 30% to at least average out his cheap tip.

     

    He wanted me to stay for more drinks so I was going to be honest and said there is no connection so I was just going to go home. He said, “fine, get out of here then!” And muttered “bitch” under his breath. He was angry and acted like I intentionally hurt his feelings, but again I was trying to be as polite as I could. In a word at this point I would have said he is just a jerk. Turns out he was more than that.

     

    The next day I find a bikini on my patio. It wasn’t new and was badly stained. Gross, I know. I knew in my heart it was the creep from the day before, but it didn’t make sense. How did he find out where I lived, and who’s bikini was that? For the next several weeks I would find little surprises. A dead flower in my windshield wiper. A dead mouse on my patio. A  paper heart ripped in half on my car. I was starting to get scared. It had to be him, I don’t know anyone who would do this.

     

    I got home one night and I saw my apartment was disturbed. It wasn’t ransacked or anything. I could just tell someone had been in there. The rug was flipped, a chair was out of place and I am meticulous about that kind of stuff. When I noticed the blinds to the glass door leading to the patio were opened I panicked. I was too scared to go in by myself so I left immediately and went to my neighbor’s. That turned out to be the right instinct. Her boyfriend came over and checked the apartment for me. There wasn’t anyone there thank God, but the scariest thing is, when we went back in to my house, the sliding glass door to the patio was open. He must have been in there when I came home and he left while I went to the neighbor’s.

     

    In my bedroom, my underwear drawer was left open and some were missing. The sick pervert stole them. Nothing of value was missing. Not that I had much, but I did have some jewelry he could have taken. I locked up the house and stayed with my neighbor that night. I left the next day and went to stay with my parents. Here is a tip I have learned since. Put a wood 2×4 in the tracks of a sliding door to prevent it from being jimmied open and always trust your instincts.

    Submitted by: Ashley

  • The Woman I Never Met

    Hi Midnight. I want to share an experience with you that happened a little while ago.

    I was on a business trip in Los Angeles for a couple of days of the typical boring meetings at corporate. When I got there, I learned that my meetings had been pushed back, and I was going to have a few extra days off. Feeling lucky, I let myself loose in Los Angeles – excited to be out of the house and with a little extra money to entertain myself.
    As I was by myself, I used an app to connect with a few people to get drinks over the few days I had free. One of them will haunt me forever.
    This girl, Claire, matched with me and we set up to meet in Tujunga Park in North Hollywood, as she lived near there. We met in the middle of the afternoon with plans to go to dinner if we seemed to hit it off.
    We walked alongside the head part of the park and watched people play games like Frisbee and football. Then, Claire took off her sunglasses and we made eye contact. At that moment, she froze. Clare stood completely still and didn’t even blink. I thought it was a joke at first. I remember walking around her. But she didn’t move. Everything else was normal. I looked around to see if anyone noticed her strange behavior, but no one did or at least paid any attention. This went on for a minute or so. I asked if she was alright and nothing. I must have had a pretty dumb smile on my face as I was completely confused. Was this some kind of a seizure? I took her hand and asked her again to respond. Then I looked into her eyes again and she woke up in that instant. She seemed groggy and said that she felt light headed and asked me if we could sit down. I said absolutely, and told her she gave me a fright. I told her she was frozen for a little while and she said, “really? That’s strange.” And that was it. I decided to let it go and continued with our date. The weird thing is that I hesitate to even mention, I can’t really be sure but when she snapped out of it, for a moment, I think all of the other noises stopped and everything else froze for a brief moment, less than a second.

    That had to be a fluke, or something I was just imagining. After talking for a bit, we decided to go into a small ice cream shop across the street.
    We were in line waiting to pay for the ice cream, when I heard the sound of the register. My attention caught by the sound, I turned and looked right into the eyes of the manager. She had this wicked smile on her face and looked at me like she knew something. The woman was pure evil. She didn’t do anything but look at me with this terrifying glare, like she not only wanted to kill me but make me suffer in the process. I was reaaly freaked out and turned to look back at Clare with the intention of saying something about it but Clare was looking at her phone so I just dropped it.

    We got our ice cream and sat down. We continued to chat when Clare’s voice started to go in and out, like bad reception or something. She kept talking and didn’t notice the volume of her voice changing. I pretended not to notice but it really freaked me out to. Clare eventually excused herself to go to the bathroom. As I sat and waited for her to come back, I looked around for the evil witch manager. I didn’t see her. Instead there was another friendly manager who actually smiled at me warmly. I figured the mean one must have left or something and I just didn’t notice. She was out of my sight for a while by this point.

    Anyhow, I waited for Claire for a long time. She never came out. I finally asked another girl who was coming out if she noticed anyone else in the bathroom. I was waiting for my date. She said no there was no one else in the bathroom. Now there was no way out of that bathroom without me seeing her leave. No outside door or windows. I looked around the shop and walked outside, no Claire.

    I was so confused I didn’t know what to do. I decided to back to my hotel. On the way back, it just seemed like things were different. Colors of buildings, the cars that were parked outside. Nothing extreme but just different.

    Now here is another strange part of that trip. I can’t remember how I got back to the hotel. I woke up on the bed at 3 in the morning. My clothes were still on and I was laying on top of the blankets with my head at the foot of the bed and my legs dangling off.

    I was so exhausted that I just went back to sleep after I positioned myself properly on the bed. I had some really strange dreams that night which I won’t ever tell anyone about. Just know when I awoke in the morning I was disturbed to say the least. I didn’t understand what had happened and my only thought was to call my mom. I explained what had happened and she just kind of chuckled and said “I hope you weren’t doing anything funny!” I was slightly annoyed but could understand her not fully believing me. I was just happy to talk to her to regain some sense of normalcy.

    When I tried to look Claire up again, her profile was gone. No trace of her at all. I thought maybe this was a dream or something, or more accurately a nightmare. Nothing else happened and I went to my meetings as normal.

    I flew back across the country the following day of my last meeting and returned home. The flight attendant on the plane reminded me of Claire. She looked very much like her, but not exactly. She was different but I had to keep looking at her because it was so strange to me. I think I freaked her out unintentionally. She was professional and polite but uneasy around me. I understood. This alone may not be so strange, but she wasn’t the last, far from it

    Now, I live in a very small town rural area. I mention this…because it’s the kind of place where everyone knows everyone. And now, I seem to see people who look like Claire. Again not exactly but enough that I have to take a double take to make sure its not her. I have also unfortunately have seen women that remind me of that evil manager in the ice cream shop. Luckily I don’t see her that often. Way less than the Claire look alikes. This seriously happens about twice a month. Scary thing is they all look at me as if they know who I am.

    Submitted by: Anonymous

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  • The Black Market

    The Black Market

    Hello Midnight Fears. I have a story that i’ve been wanting to share with you but I never got around to it. This story is the story about the death of my cousin Roberto, and his experience with the deep web black market. When I was about 10 years old, I lived in Chotepe which is a small town near San Pedro Sula in the state of Honduras in Central America. In Chotepe, there were many gang members both from either the MS-13 or Calle 18. My cousin Roberto was part of the MS-13. Now in Honduras, wi-fi is very limited, especially in Chotepe where nobody has wi-fi, so Roberto had to drive to San Pedro in order to get internet access. My father and mother were in America and they had lots of money. They had left me behind until they could arranged my papers to enter America, which didn’t happen until 2011. This story takes place in 2009. So anyways, my parents had lots of money and they always sent me, my grandmother, my uncle, and many more family members stuff from America such as sneakers, video games, etc. One day my dad had sent Roberto a laptop. Nobody in my family knew that Roberto was part of the MS as he never told anybody, but we found out after his death. Anyways, Roberto had gotten a laptop and he immediately started talking with some of his friends on how to access the black market through is laptop because one of his friends had a laptop and he used it to order drugs off of it. He eventually found out and he went crazy with the drugs he ordered. He usually ordered cocaine or LSD. One day, he ordered drugs from the wrong person. This particular day he had ordered meth and the man that was supposed to sell it to him, was part of the MS-13 rival gang, Calle 18. They met up in a secretive part in between Chotepe and the nearby town of Chamelecon. Once they met up they started chatting. The man that he was buying meth from was very skinny. He was bald and had a mustache and was wearing nothing much but sagging jeans and  a tank top. He mad lots of tattoos all over his chest, stomach, back, neck and even all over his face. Roberto had not too many tattoos Roberto was also wearing the exact same outfit that the meth dealer was wearing. This would turn out to be the mistake that ended his life. Apparently the deal had gone well. My cousin got his meth, and the dealer got his money. But it didn’t end there. The dealer stopped walking to count his money and realized he was 1000 Lempira’s (Honduran currency) short than what the meth was worth. He turned to face Roberto to confront him about his money. Roberto had his back turned to the dealer as he was walking away. That was his final mistake. On Roberto’s back was a giant tattoo that had “MS-13” written over it. Remember, Roberto was wearing a tank top which made the tattoo very visible. In front of us he always wore something to cover up his tattoo. Anyways, the dealer, without a second thought, started swinging punches at the back of Robertos head and knocked him out. Apparantly, from what I was told, after Roberto was knocked out, he was kidnapped, brought to basement in a house in Chamelecon, tortured and then brought to the middle of a random town where they publicly tied him up and stabbed him many times over and over, leaving the knives inside of him and they used different knives each time they stabbed him. This is a story that my uncle told me. I’m not sure if he was trying to scare me into never joining a gang or if the story he told me was 100% legitimate. He did show me evidence though. He showed me a photo of Robertos dead body after he was stabbed. I am going to show you the picture of Roberto’s dead body after he was stabbed. Warning: The photo i’m about to show you is extremely graphic and disgusting. Please look at the picture only if you have a strong stomach, do not look at it if you have a weak stomach as. Even I can’t look at the picture myself without thinking that i’m going to vomit Here is the picture, proceed at your own risk: [Picture is too graphic to show]

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  • The Krays

    The Krays

    Hello Midnight Fears.

    I have a dark past and an amazing / evil dad I would like to tell you about.

    We will start with him. He was born in 1936 London, England. At 15 he got in to a gang which would be commonly known as the Kray Twins. He joined the gang as it had just started and he was good friends with the Krays. They started out with petty stuff, just robbing people and participating in small gang wars.

    My dad first shot someone when he was only 16 years old. He hit him in the leg. Funny thing is, the guy he shot would end up marrying his sister’s best friend. The man died about 3 years ago and I can remember my dad crying with laughter when he found out. He said to my aunt, “I hope it was not led poisoning.”

    The first time he actually killed someone was when he was 18. Some months later, he was told to shoot a night club owner who had pissed off the Kray’s about something. He obliged. During the attack he also hit three other people with one shot. He used a shotgun, so this was not that hard to do. Then he got convicted but only served 13 months. Lucky bastard! and that is pretty much the most interesting part of my dad.

    Now about me. I was born in the early 1990’s and I had shown that I was different from other kids. I was a lot more active and i was all ways trying to break things or take them apart. At 3 years old I totally stripped down my mums hover in just 30 minutes. I stripped the motor and undid every screw.

    At school I was relentlessly bullied. I was always peaceful and just took the bullying but anger and rage was building up inside of me. The first time I can remember going psycho on someone was when I was 14. My dad had recently suffered a heart attack and I was being the little shit.

    I was pissed off at an arse hole next door. I was inside when this guy came storming around and started having a go at my dad after his surgery. This guy was only a small man and honestly looked like a twig.

    I just snapped. I grabbed a metal pole from the garage and I whacked him with it again and again. I had found a strength i never knew i had. I did get in trouble for it and it was even in the local paper.

    After this event, one of my dad’s friends asked him if I’d like to start taking boxing lessons. That sounded good to me so I started training with him. About 3 months into my training, this guy asked me to run some bags across town to various people. He told me to never look in the bags. It would all ways be the same large bag pack with a cooler inside. He told me it was just lunches for his friends.

    Then when I was 17, he paid me to start beating people up. It was me and a couple of other guys who would beat the bloody hell out of anyone he said. I thought nothing of it, being a 17yr old looking for cash.

    When I got my motorbike, he started paying me to travel hours away delivering the same bag packs as before. I couldn’t take it any longer and curiosity got the best of me. So I finally looked in one of the bags. I was shocked by what I saw. It was a hand, a human hand! I was torn. I had no idea what to do. I thought it was just going to be drugs inside.

    It was always to the same people, about once a month. I was actually transporting frozen body parts! I was so close to being sick. I just got on my bike and dropped it off like usual.

    I did not speak to the man for about a month, then he bumped into me on the way to the shops. He told me to follow him. He brought me to a warehouse next to the place where he taught me how to box. While we were talking, he slowly pulled a knife from one of his pockets. He opened it and began playing with knife while he was holding it in his hands.

    He asked me if I had ever looked in one of the bags. I was thinking how the fuck did he know? Now what am i going to do? I looked at him straight in the eyes and said no. He looked like he did not believe me. He asked, “haven’t you ever wondered what is in them?” I just replied, “drugs, it does not matter to me as long as I get my money.” He smiled and let me go.

    I quit the next day and moved away about 5 months later. I am now happily living with my new girlfriend. I just wanted to get this off my chest. I have never told anyone about this before and I don’t think I ever will again. Thank you Midnight Fears and good bye.

    Submitted by Anonymous

  • Mistakes – A Two Part Deep Web Story

    Mistakes – Deep Web Story Part 1

     

    Before I tell my story I would like to make one thing clear, by telling this story I do not encourage anyone to access the deep web. It is one of the darkest and cruelest places and should never be touched under any circumstances. I explored and my life will never be the same again.

    I am a hacker; I have never done anything to hurt other people, I’m just interested in the concept of being able to get into the things that are normally locked off. You hear about these hackers like me that get caught, that’s not me, I’m not stupid I know how to protect myself. I do this by proxies and firewalls, I’m not going to get into them in this story, it’s not important, all you need to know is they protect me from being detected by police or FBI. Most of the time I used my hacking skills on the web to get free movies and check through hidden documents, nothing ever like what I was going to get into.

    Of course, I had heard about the deep web but I have never felt brave enough to explore it myself. I know probably about 95 % of the content there is illegal, but it is too much of a temptation, with everyone talking about it I had to see it for myself. My friends at school told me that it was fine,none knew how to protect themselves online and they seemed to have no problems so I decided to give it a try myself.

    That night when getting home I went into my room and shut the door. I was not going to do take it lightly; I have seen some of the stories of people being tracked or filmed and I made sure that this could not happen to me. I covered my webcam on my laptop and encrypted my computers files and internet data with many layers. By this point, I was an internet ghost; no name, IP, nothing, no data that could link to me or my family. I was ready to start. If only, I knew at the time that this would be the worst decision of my life.

    I downloaded and opened the Tor Browser, Tor is a lot like internet explorer, chrome or Firefox, however, it lets you gain access to the hidden part of the internet. I opened it and nothing happened, there was just a blank, black screen. I was confused, I had been researching and this should have worked. I thought it must have had something to do with the firewalls I have put up.

    After spending a fair amount of time trying to fix the problem, I gave up. I thought other people browsed with without all this protection, so why couldn’t I? I thought I was just being paranoid and overdoing the security. I then proceed to remove the firewalls and open Tor again. This time, a black page with a bunch of links popped up. I had heard of this, it is called the hidden wiki, you can think about it as the front page of the deep web with links to all kinds of things. After all of this messing around with security it was 12:57 and I needed to get some sleep since I had school the next day. I turned off my computer and went to bed.

    It was Friday and I went off to school as usual. I was excited all day to get home and start browsing. Once finished school, I rushed home, went to my room and opened my laptop and began to search. Hours went by, of just me clicking on random links and overall I was unimpressed. There was nothing that interesting; documents, forums, drugs and gun shops, that is it. Nothing that surprised or shocked me, I had no idea what everyone was raving about.

    After more browsing, I came across a site with a black screen and red text witch read ‘0.63 bitcoins’. Bitcoins are the currency on the deep web. This 0.63 bitcoins world have been worth around 470 – 500 dollars. I was curious to see what was on this website but not willing to pay for it. After a few hour of scrabbling through scripts I found a way around this paywall. This was the biggest mistake of my life.

    Upon opening the website there was a black screen with a small chat box on the left-hand side. The back window had a loading icon in the middle. my gut feeling was to get out of there and never go back. I spent that much time getting into it I wasn’t going to leave without seeing what was going on.

    A few minutes later then screen came to life, there was a man standing in front of the camera. Seeing him gave me a chill down my spine. He stood there with his lifeless eyes staring. I could now hear a scream coming from the video as another person in a mask brought in a man with a black bag on his head and a set of tools. I won’t tell you what happened after that but you can use your imagination. I felt my heart drop to my feet as the video continued. I realized it was not a video, this was live. The chat was full of comments that I cannot repeat in the story. I threw up on my floor.

    Without thinking, I typed in the chat that they were messed up and I was going to report them to the police. A few seconds later the man stops and came closer the camera and says my name. The website and browser shut and I was left shocked staring at my now empty desktop. I was so scared; I could hardly move. There was one object file on my desktop named “Location.txt”, I opened it to see my address, name, names of my family, where I went to school, every personal detail about me.

    Underneath all of that there was a message that read; “You made a mistake. Report us to the police and you and your family may end up on our website.” Once I closed the document my computer turned off and would no longer turn on again. Something needed to be done. I couldn’t report them to the police, or tell anyone else about it. They said they would only do something if I told anyone about them. They will still know where I live but if I don’t do anything I should be fine, right?

    That night I could not sleep, I stayed awake all night with sweat running all down my body. Every little creek or wind noise made me jump. As the sun came up I was still sitting there awake. This can’t go on I need to tell the police. I thought they would put me and my family into protective custody. I got dressed, got on my bike and peddled as fast as I could to the police station. Once I got there I walked in, as I was walking in I saw a white van with blacked out windows drive off, this gave an uneasy feeling. Was it them? It couldn’t be, I thought to myself there is no way it could be. I thought it was just all the tension and stress making me think the worst. I couldn’t do it, not after what he said in that document and now with the car.

    I decided that best idea would be to go back to the first plan of forgetting it ever happened and not reporting them. I thought I would never go on the deep web again. I knew the people who did it would still be out there but my family and I are fine that is all that mattered at the time.

    I peddled home and opened the door and walked into the living room, there was nobody there. This was strange, both cars were still in the driveway and it was Saturday. I walk down the hall to see if they were out the back. Then I could see them, dead, stacked in the bathtub with a camera pointed at them. I looked in the mirror to see that same man from the video standing behind me. I screamed and ran down the hall with the man chasing after me. I kept running, the man fell down the front stairs. I didn’t dare look back I kept running and running for what felt like hours, in reality, it was actually only a few minutes. I hid for days, not knowing what to do, I couldn’t go back, not after what happened.

    That was 5 years ago, I have now got a new name and am living in a new country, which I am not going to say in this story in case they are still looking for me. I have nightmares about that day, about the eyes behind me. I will never feel safe again. I have made the story to warn you. You will never be safe on the deep web, however, much protection you have. If you are curious about what goes on below the surface don’t be, your life may depend on it.

    Mistakes – Part 2

    I’m writing again because it happened once more. They found me. Before I tell you my story I need to give a little bit of background about what has been going on since those terrible two days.

    The funeral for my family was hard. It was about a week after the killings. I didn’t go, I couldn’t I was not ready, it was my fault what happened. I would just like to point out at the time, not the police, my family or anyone else knew where I was or even if I was alive. I would like to keep it that way for their safety and my own.

    In that week, I had not touched technology, I was too scared to. What if they tracked me, they were able to get my details with so much ease they might still be trying to find me. After changing my name and moving to a new country, I felt that my life was going to get better, and it did. 5 years passed and I still had not touch technology. I was working in a wood mill and my life seemed to be going well.

    I was living with my wife that I met 2 years ago. The thing is I have never told her what happened in my old life, in fact, I never even told her that I went under a different name. She asked me why I don’t like using technology, I tell her I don’t understand it but really I was too worried about what might happen to me If I went back on it.

    It has been 5 years and this event was still effecting and controlling my life and it had to stop. I decided that I was just paranoid. I have always been one to over-think things where there is nothing to worry about, that is just the way I am. It was the time, I went out and bought a new phone and sim. I destroyed my old one years ago after I thought they may be tracking me with it.

    I went home unpacked the new phone and charged it. I decided that the best thing was to try and get in touch with my family. I downloaded the Facebook app and search for my cousins. As I look through the photos I saw one of the funeral for my parents and sister. The picture brought back memories that I never wanted to relive. In the photo there he was, standing in the background with those same dead eyes and smile. He was just standing there looking at the camera. I had a shiver down my spine as the memories of that day came to my head. Why was he there and nobody was doing anything about it?

    Suddenly I got a message from my cousin, saying Hey Mark. I responded by back saying hi wondering how he knew it was me, ‘How have things been’ he responded. He seemed so normal, he thought I was dead, everyone did.

    Next, the phone rang. Should I answer or not? I thought to myself. I picked up, “Hello”, I said in a quiet voice. “Hi Mark it has been a while, how are things going”, “How do you know my number I just got it, and my name how do you know it’s me”

    Then it hit me this wasn’t my cousin, He continued by saying. “Did you enjoy killing your family?” followed by a laugh. I instantly turned off the phone and smashed it, how did they know, how did they find me?

    Ideas and fears were rushing through my head, my wife and I were not safe. As these ideas rushed through my head my TV turned on with a message on it. It read; “We know that you didn’t tell the police about what happen, but you tried which means you can’t be trusted, your life is in your own hands”. After that, there was instructions about how to get back onto the website and the text saying “Come back to the website, we want you back. Also, don’t worry about your wife, I’m sure she is fine”.

    I realized it was 8:46 and she was not home, she was meant to get back at 6:30. I had to do what they said. I jumped on my wife’s laptop and downloaded the Tor Browser. I never thought that I would be going back to this but the life of my wife and I may depend on it.

    I followed all the instructions and ended up on the website. The look of the website gave me an intense feeling of fear and hatred. last time I was on this I ended up killing my family and I am back here again.

    The screen came to life to an all too familiar sight of the man looking into the camera. My heart sank to see my wife sitting in that same chair I saw the person in 5 years ago. I knew what was going to happen and I couldn’t do anything about it. I shut my eyes and hoped it would go away. “Open your eyes Mark”, the webcam was on. I quickly covered it and a man said: “Uncover your webcam now or you might not like what happens next”. I uncovered the webcam and looked at the screen.

    “Please don’t hurt her she has nothing to do with it, she doesn’t even know that you killed my family, Please let her go.” I was pleading as the man stares. “Well, that is where you a wrong” he went over and untied her. She got up and stood next to the man. I thought to myself, what was she doing? It all hit me at once she knew him, she was working for him.

    My life was a lie, what was real and what was fake. I slammed the laptop and ran. I couldn’t stop. What was my, life what has it become. That is that. I needed to move to a new country and get a new name once again. I’m not stupid now. I will never trust anybody again. There are still questions going through my head, how did they get my cousins account, why would my wife spend 3 years with me and suddenly turn, or was she like that the whole time? These are questions that I would like to leave behind and try to make something of my life.

    This just pushes the fact, nothing good ever comes out of the deep web. It is the most dangerous, screwed up place and should never be seen by anyone. I have ruined my life and everything I have ever cared about. Please listen to me

    Submitted by: Sam

  • Creepy Pasta – The Time I Got Robbed (GRAPHIC)

    The Time I Got Robbed (GRAPHIC)

    This is a little about myself first before we start : Hello Midnight Fears, you may not be aware but I am a good fan, if you make a  video you may call me Mr. Joe or Joe would be fine. I’m new to the internet so please don’t be annoyed if I send you this twice by accident because i’m  not sure if a space in an email matters or not. So as I said I’ve only had internet for 3 months now and I’ve watched your videos because my friend told me about you and told me I could send a story to you, I had no scary stories until a week or 2 ago so let’s get started, SHALL WE?

    Now I looked this up and it is legal to kill a man in your house if he is an unwanted guest and I am a person who is very protective, I don’t have any kids or family in my city, I will NOT say my city in my email for reasons that people would understand. So it was 9:00 PM in my house and I was about to get ready for bed, oh yes did I mention I am 31 years old. So I was getting ready for bed but I wanted to play a game my friend told me on the phone called World of Warcraft, I was curious because I love Video Games.

    So I was kind of sick so I was gonna take a sick day tomorrow so I could get better and possible play this game. So i’m a man who also has guns and knives, because my city is pretty bad. So I was playing this game leveling when I had the radio on in my living room. I was playing this game for hours on end trying and trying to level but I kept hearing bangs but they were faded bangs so I was not very interested in these bangs I thought because I was tired, it was all in my head.

    So I reached level 30 after 3 hours, it was midnight and I was thirsty, so as I walk down the hallway I thought I saw someone but was dark so figured it was just a shadow. I walk past it not thinking about it. I realize the radio was still on so  I turned it off before going in the kitchen, RIGHT when I turn it if I heard 3 loud footsteps I started saying to myself this is getting annoying I might wanna go to bed. BUT then I start realize , the bangs, the shadow, the footsteps… I’M GETTING ROBBED I was thinking in my head I go in my room get the XDM 9MM out under my pillow which was my closest weapon, well other than a dull kitchen knife.

    I made a terrible move and went out in the open when I knew there were multiple people in my household and I went in the living room the one were I saw the shadow. I knew if these faggots had a knife or something I could beat the living SHIT out of them in close quarters combat as I was a strong individual. So as I went in there turned on the light…

    One person screamed “DROP THE FUCKING GUN,” as he had a gun in his hand and as I slowly was putting it on the ground as he looked behind for one second seeing if  his other buds were coming I dropped fully on the ground and show both of his feet and I had a silencer so I was not going to expect the police or people coming to my house, or his little buds or as I call them, victims to be showing up right away because it was silence as a mouse, but not his screams, as I shot him he tried to shoot back before he would fall straight to the ground. So it didn’t hit me but without his silencer it left me deaf for a few seconds as I never once shot a gun without one, well one I did.

    So I was trying to listen for the victims to arrive. As they arrived, one with a gun and the other with the biggest bags in his hands since black trash bags. As I saw the once with the gun come up first I shot him in the kneecap and the other once I said hey buddy since you have no gun you want a slow and painful death or a gunshot in the head. He said “SHOOT” I quickly strafed to my left and shot both men in the kneecaps again and took all there guns while holding the gun to the one with the bag. As I did this he charged at me I took his throat and banged his head against my TV which was not stolen, and said “ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION slow….. or shot,” he said shot, so I shot him in the hand and said oh MAN stop making a fucking mess you 3 filthy faggots.

    I went got rope tied them 3 up also fixing their bleeding mess on the carpet. So as they suffer more I went with 2 guns in my hands, the third one I put on the top shelf of my closet knowing they cant stand up and reach it if they get untied. So I went and looked in my 4 bedroom 2 bath house and looked for more people as a smart move in my opinion. I found no one, not even in my basement so I come back to the living room and say do you like fun guys? They shake their heads in a slow movement as they’re in pain knowing their FUCKED!

    I drag them to my room that still had World of Warcraft on the computer I said this is fun for everyone but what I’m gonna do to you guys is only fun for one of us, and then I winked while dragging them to the basement I push them down the basement stairs which is about 20 steps. I go and find all my other weapons which now I call my, torture weapon now. Sorry I spoiled what I was gonna do to them but I just wanted to make the name clear.

    When I got the tools and went down into the basement I realized the rope was loose, haha good one but you’re not escaping that easy victims as I screamed loudly. I took my fists and beat the shit out of the first one I caught unconscious, as well for the other two of you, you guys will be having some fun little play times. One said “Tea party fun?” he asked sarcastically. I said “okay smart ass,” I took some bar soap put it under the sink to get soft and said open your mouth smart ass. He did so I put half of it in his mouth and said chew don’t swallow. He did I said yea get it in your mouth and taste it, I said like a psycho serial killer. he almost looked like he was going to die, so I said spit it out, and he did so and I said stick out your tongue as I was looking in my toolbox.

    Ahh there we go, he looked confused and stuck his tongue back in his mouth I said one sec buddy let me untie your arm and play punchies for first cut I untied him he punched me like ten times as I sat there with no face expression.

    MY TURN I punch him clean in the nose and twisted it. You cheat I cheat my friend. I tied his arm back and said tongue please he put it out and I slit his tongue and duck taped his mouth and smeared his blood from him nose all over his face and spat on him. I realized I forgot to make the rope tighter when I realized it was loose, I did so and slit this man’s legs in every single spot. I turned my head slowly at the 3rd guy he said ill give you money if you let me go I said hmm how much he said 100 grand I said that’s it? His eyes grew with fear as I grabbed my whip I used on my ex Girl Friend when we used to have sex I whipped his legs, arms, then untied him quickly tied the 2 back together and said okay lets go for a walk around my house.

    He followed and tried punching me clean in the face when he got untied. He was the buffest one there so I showed a small sign I was hurt while my nose was bleeding. He thought he had won but I pulled his arm and he still followed I gave him a guide and said nice house? He nodded well we went outside and said that’s gonna be the last house you’ll ever see his eyes grew in FEAR as I said you get 2 free punches.. MAKE THEM COUNT he punched me in the nose then the groin.

    I stood there screaming in agony because he did make me bleed out the nose again and the dick just hurt, he tried to run, but his hair was long because I took their masks off after I got them in the basement and I grabbed his hair and put it over my shoulder and flipped him over my shoulder by the hair and his scalp almost came out of his skull but he was in so much pain he died of pain after I punched him 3 times in the chest. He died and I cut all of his fingers off of his right and and made a necklace out of it and went to the 2nd one that wasn’t asleep from the ouch I made and I was getting exited so I said left hand now, so I put gasoline on it and burned it for 7 seconds.

    I then cut the fingers off and made a matching order of fingers and burned fingers. I left the unconscious one to starve so as I said to this day he’s in there awake and screaming every single day so yesterday I picked up some burger king and went down there and saw he was still alive after 3 weeks so I gave him 3 burgers then I whipped him with my whip after untying him, he is forced to only eat once a week until he starves to death but I decided to for today I would set him on FIRE and watch him burn on the concrete floor but I put him out thinking I would let him starve while being burned. Everyday he will have a new body part burned for 5 to 15 seconds and will only eat once every 2 weeks.

    Submitted by: Mr. Joe

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  • Creepy Forest

    Creepy Forest

    Creepy Forest

    A very creepy occurrence happened a few weeks back but I’ll start off with introducing myself a little. I am 16, female and my boyfriend is 19 and we are living in the UK.
    A few weeks back I was staying in Norfolk visiting family with my mum, brother and boyfriend. My nan, who I was visiting, lives in a small housing estate surrounded by deep creepy forests. One evening me and my boyfriend got quite bored as there is not really much to do around that area so we decided to take a walk in one of the forests not expecting to discover what we did…
    We walked around the housing estate until we eventually came across an entrance to one of the forests and without hesitating, we walked through, having to duck underneath the bushes.
    We stood there and examined the area while we rolled a fag. It was quite open with some bushy areas and a lot of really tall trees in fact, it didn’t really seem creepy at all at this point, it was just beginning to get dark so it was still slightly light.
    We walked around the forest smoking our fags just talking about random shit until it actually did get dark but it still didn’t seem creepy.
    We carried on walking until we came across a bushy area with a very small opening, barely noticeable in fact and of course curiosity got the better of us and we decided to go and explore..yeah great idea I know, exploring a deep creepy forest that I’d never been to before at night…
    But nevertheless, we walked through this little opening anyway having to avoid branches, stinging nettles and thorn bushes but for some reason we carried on anyway.
    After following this trail for about 5 minutes we came across what looked like a campsite.
    “What the fuck is that?” I wondered so we walked over to investigate.
    There was a large old curtain stretched across and each corner was tied to a tree however, on top of the curtain there was a pile of dried up leaves which suggested no one had been there for a couple of days but it didn’t look abandoned..
    There was also a big white sheet that was tied up to the trees to create a bit more shelter.
    Inside we found a huge amount of pillows, duvets and cushions as if someone had been staying here for quite a while. There was also a girls bag which consisted of a half full can of deodorant, and a load of girls clothes. (Yes we are very curious and it didn’t look like anyone was around so we had a look inside the bag) Inside the shelter there was also girls clothes scattered all around the camp as if they had been staying there for quite a long time and a torch which still worked, which was just sat on the duvet. Beside this sheltered area was a large blue and white bike which had a plastic bag wrapped around the seat. At this point we just assumed that it was a squatter camping out in the woods and nothing suspicious at all, we are not very easily creeped out people at all and pretty chilled out so we didn’t really think much of it. We carried on walking for a bit and we next came across an old mossy garden chair and a random fold out bed with a compartment underneath. Again being the nosey people we are my boyfriend lifted up the mattress which was surprisingly very heavy, it made a horrible piercingly loud creak and slammed back down so we just decided to leave it. Now by this point, it was practically pitch black but we didn’t want to go back so we just continued walking. We were probably only walking for another 2 minutes before ending up at a suspicious looking pit of dirt, as if it had recently been filled in. My boyfriend decided it would be a good idea to try and dig it up a little with a stone he found nearby as that is all he had, yeah again, great idea. So he began digging not really knowing what we were expecting to find, if anything. After digging for quite a while, he pulled out what looked like a bit of a tattered old scarf or jumper, this is when we didn’t feel quite right, as if we really shouldn’t be there.. I stood around watching out into the forest not able to see much really Suddenly, We heard that horrible creaking from the fold out bed and shivers ran up my spine. I froze in shock and looked at my boyfriend who had also stopped what he was doing. Now like I mentioned, I hardly ever feel creeped out but I suddenly got a really bad feeling about this, a really weird vibe..I felt really sick and as if we were being watched and wanted to get the fuck out of there!
    We decided that it was time to nope it out of there so we walked further on into the bushes trying to find a way out, I still felt like we were being followed and felt really creeped out which worried me even more as I’m not easily scared.
    We carried on walking and came across an old rusty shovel just propped up against a tree.. It was quite some distance away from the loose mud however my boyfriend really wanted to go back with this shovel and for some reason, we did…
    Once we were back there he began to dig as I held his phone that we were using as a torch, I was constantly looking around still feeling really uncomfortable, however all I could see was faint silhouettes of the bushes and trees in the darkness.
    I was convincing him that we should go as I really felt like we weren’t alone… And I wanted to listen to my gut feeling which was telling me to get the fuck out of there now!
    We heard twigs snapping and what sounded like footsteps and that’s when we decided to leave…
    He threw the shovel onto the floor and we ran through these bushes jumping through the nettles, all we gave a shit about was getting out of there as soon as possible!
    I don’t think I have ever ran so quickly trying to avoid the low branches and after what seemed like hours we eventually jumped through the bush into the open area of trees again.
    We carried on running for a little bit and saw a dog walker so we felt as if we were safe and reassured.
    We continued to walk through the woods talking about what had just happened, thinking it was over but we came across a tree and spray painted Onto it was ‘I set my friend on fire’ with the paint dripping down…this was just fucked up. We came across many more trees which also had eerie things sprayed on them such as ‘do you still want to kiss me in the rain’ and a lot of them said ‘I will always love you’ and ‘kiss me’. This may not have been related to the previous experience however it was very suspicious and just seemed strange…
    We decided to get the fuck out of that place and never go back again.
    When we got home we discovered a photo on my boyfriends phone which we never took…
    It looked like a very old frame of an armchair, it was so rusty and covered in moss. And in the background there is what looks like an alien kind of shaped figure now, neither me nor my boyfriend even remember seeing this armchair, let alone taking a photo of it, so this was very creepy…(I will try and send the picture as an attachment) We decided to not think or talk about what happened again but decided to share this with you. It made me shiver just writing and remembering what happened as it was one of the worst experiences and I have never felt like that before.

    I give you permission to use this story in one of your videos, please let me know. Thank you!

    Submitted by: Jade

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  • Midway – Creepy Pasta

    Midway – Creepy Pasta

    By Dakota Priest

    I pull up to the house and flip off the running lights and tug my keys from the ignition, picking up the bouquet I have nestled safely in the passenger seat and stepping out of my freshly vacuumed car. I trot up the stairs to my front door, spinning my keyring on my finger until I reach the lock, where I find the house key with ease and slip it into the lock. The sight of my gorgeous wife greets me upon entry,  as she is sitting on the couch watching her favorite TV series. She jumps up and greets me with a grin and a kiss, “Hey, baby,” she whispers, excited to see me after both our staggered shifts. I pull the roses from behind my back and watch her eyes light up. She deserves them. And I just wanted to do something special for her. I take off my suit jacket and hang it neatly on the coat rack as she takes the flowers to the kitchen, running water into a vase and setting it on the dining room table. “I’ll be right back,” I call as I head upstairs to change my clothes.
    I return in blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She bites her lip, admiring how the tight sleeves cling to my biceps. I smirk and wink at her, giving her butt a flirty tap as I turn her around and hug her tightly from behind, placing a series of kisses on her neck. She closes her eyes and sighs, whispering, “I love you so much.” I reply in kind, stroking her cheek as I do.
    “Come on,” I say, pressing on toward the door, “we wanna get there before the lines get too long.”
    In a minute, we are buckling up in the car, and I am becoming reacquainted with the wonderful smell of these strawberry under-seat mats I got from the car wash. Outside feels great, but just the slight chill from the a/c is heavenly. We don’t agree on much music, but that’s okay. We have one song from one band that we both absolutely love, and we used that song at our wedding reception. I turn it on in the car and catch a short glimpse of her looking out the window as she hums along to the music. I love my life and circumstances. We’re not rich, but we have everything we could ever want.
    After a short drive on the highway, I pull up to the nearby carnival near a big shopping mall in our town. We park the car and walk a long way to the front gate, where we buy our entry tickets and ride wristbands. It’s about 7:45 p.m. at the end of spring. The sky is still light, but the sun is setting, causing radiant refractions of pink, blue, gold, and fire orange to burst all over the place. It looks like the cotton candy machine created all the clouds we can see. And it’s wonderful. We make it into the front gate and flip a coin to see which ride to get on first. I want to try the Zipper. She likes the rocking boat. We end up landing on the boat. Just as well, I wanna get warmed up for my flying, tumbling experience. She walks off to the bathroom first, and I stand in line for the rocking boat, admiring the sight of the pretty lights and spinning carousels, the children having the time of their lives and their parents taking hundreds of pictures. There’s a group of girls behind me in an adjacent line. Very attractive young women. I coincidentally lock eyes with one of them, watching as a little boy runs past her group to his mother, holding a giant inflatable hammer that he just won. The lady smothers a bashful smirk with her hand and nudges her friend, pointing me out. I smirk and look elsewhere, taking a step up in the shortening line.  When I glance back past them, I find that all of the girls are looking my way, and one is waving trying to get my attention. I raise my eyebrows to show her I notice. She points to her friend with both thumbs, then points at me. I tilt my head. They’re adorably forward, but sorry. I’m not interested. I toothily grin, absolutely flattered, but waving my hand in polite declination, shaking my wedding ring hand like Beyonce in the Single Ladies video. They fall out laughing and turn away, just after two of them make broken heart symbols with their hands. I turn around to the front of the line as well, waiting for my wife to return. Sorry, ladies. I got the prettiest one.
    She runs up behind me and jumps up onto my back. It’s almost a surprise, but I kind of expected it, as she is easily excitable and overstimulated when going to fun, new places. I spin her around and set her back down, ready to get on the ship. We approach the platform and are welcomed aboard by the operator, shown to our seat right in the middle of the boat, and strapped in for a good ride. I look at her face the entire time. She’s beautiful, especially when she’s smiling. I’m glad I was able to make her happy.
    When our ride is over, we dismount the platform, walking back to the midway and onward to more rides and attractions. “I want cotton candy!” she shouts while swinging my arm. We stop by the cotton candy stand and order two sticks, one pink and one blue. I get the pink one. Arm in arm, eating cotton candy under cotton candy skies. This is the way life should be. The sunset is brilliant. I’m so lucky to be where I am with this gorgeous girl beside me. I am the luckiest man in the world.
    A small, but extremely bright flash in the distance makes itself present. We are all caught very much off guard by it. The gigantic mushroom cloud that immediately follows the light disagrees heartily with my assertion.

    By Dakota Priest

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  • Six – Creepy Pasta

    Six – Creepy Pasta

    By Dakota Priest

    My spaghetti falls right off my fork as I keel over in my chair with laughter. My dad is simply on fire tonight, roasting everyone at the dinner table. It’s all in good fun—even the victims of his witty quips are out of breath laughing. I cooked the dinner, but as always, he provides the entertainment. Attendants include me, my father, my aunt (his sister), my best friend Malcolm, and two of his coworkers. The television is on in the background, but it provides on a barrier against silence. Not that there is much silence; he just said that Allan, his colleague, looks like Willy Wonka when he wears his favorite suit to work. We’ve all seen Allan in that blue-purple suit. He’s a fire-haired ginger as well, which only serves to add to the candyman image he portrays strolling through the parking lot. I manage to catch my breath somehow, even though Dad had his fork across his top lip, simulating a mustache of some kind, and I shove my fork into my food. I’m pretty hungry, but haven’t been able to eat as Dad has been cracking jokes since we all sat down. We don’t do this every night, but I sure love it when we do.

    I collect the plates after dinner, stacking them neatly in the sink and running some water over them. You know…so they can soak or whatever. Allan and Ross left early, so now it’s me, Aunt Robin, Dad, and Malcolm in the living room watching some terrible movie. Aunt Robin is nose-deep in some cell phone game, and Dad is looking at a magazine, but we’re still enjoying our time together. Malcolm’s head is on my shoulder and I have my phone in my hand for no good reason. It’s entirely platonic between us, though Dad really likes him and has hinted at us dating for about a year now. Eh…I just don’t feel anything there. As far as I know, he doesn’t either, and that’s okay. We’re really close. It’s 9:01 p.m.

    Dad gets up in ten minutes, saluting everyone goodnight and kissing me on the forehead. I’ve never been embarrassed about that, whereas many other teens would. Even after 18 years, I still haven’t grown tired of parental affection. My mom left when I was 4, so he’s really all I’ve ever known. I don’t hate her. I’m sure that whatever reason she had was justified for her at the time. He raised me by himself and never faltered as a single parent. My mom, last I heard, lives in Denmark somewhere. I’m not sure why. I watch as he trudges up the stairs and off to his bedroom. “Malcolm, you wanna pla–” I start to ask, but then I realize that he’s silently sleeping on my shoulder. I pluck his nose and watch him jump, startled awake.

    “Ayye, money, why you flick me?”

    “Nigga, you fell asleep.”

    He wipes his mouth and stretches, looking at his watch. “Dag, B,” he declares, “I gotta bounce. I’ma holla at you later.” He gives me our traditional secret handshake and turns around to hug my aunt. “See you, Ms. Robin,” he grins. “Alright now, baby,” she responds. I cross my feet on one arm of the couch and lay my head on the other. I have a report I need to do for school, but fuck it. I’m tired. I close my eyes and try to tune out the sound of the movie as the circulation in my left arm is cut short, putting my hand on pins and needles. I don’t mind; I’ve always felt this to be rather relaxing as long as it’s mild. After an indiscernible amount of time, I feel my aunt kiss me on the forehead and tickle my shoulder before I hear the door close. Not long after that, I am fast asleep.

    I have a dream. I am in a long hallway. A very lavish but simplistic hallway, lined with the most beautiful borders against the molding and chandeliers every so many yards. The walls are a flawless ecru color. The hallway seems to go on forever. There are no rooms, no doors and no windows. I take several steps forward, beginning my journey down this long corridor. There is gentle elevator music coming from somewhere, but I see no speakers. This whole place is very peaceful. I continue heading forth, taking in my surroundings. So beautiful. I cannot see the floor. I am wading through a knee-high river of feces. I almost don’t mind, but I know exactly what it is. It’s up my pant legs, it’s inside my shoes. I feel it squishing between my toes. I reach out to touch the wall—it seems to ripple before my eyes. It makes me laugh. I touch the wall again, and again it ripples, this time even stronger. I giggle and continue walking forward through the sludge. Out of nowhere appear four mirrors on the left side, one after the other. I look in the first mirror. I have no reflection. I look in the second mirror and see nothing again. The same is for the third. But in the fourth, I see myself with hair as long as I am tall. I’m not sure if I like it, but it is darn impressive. I am still staring in the mirror when I notice the wall behind me moving upward. It starts off gradual, barely noticeable. But then it speeds up, rising faster and faster. I soon realize that it’s because I am falling backward, and the wall holding the mirrors is coming with me, falling on top of me. I don’t look behind me. I do not brace for impact. I simply fall backward to the shit-covered floor, and as soon as I make contact with the flow, I am snapped awake by absolutely nothing.

    I open my eyes and see that I spent the whole night on the couch. The sun blazes through the window, illuminating a perfectly Azure sky, and blinding my right eye. Eight light-minutes away and it still manages to strike directly in someone’s face. I force my feet off the arm of the couch and onto the floor, waiting a few minutes for the circulation in my body to run its course before I try to stand up and walk. Eh…who am I kidding? I just wanna lay here for a minute longer. I twist and crack my neck as I arise from my slumber. Dad hates that, but it feels good to me. There’s something oddly satisfying about cracking my joints. I head across the room and turn off the TV. It’s been on all night.

    I head into the kitchen and grab the box of pancake mix, pulling a mixing bowl from under the sink, and a stirring spatula out of the utensil drawer. Been cooking since the age of 6; don’t need a measuring cup to tell me how much powder to put in my pancakes. I just turn the box upside down and stop when it feels right. I don’t always eat a hot breakfast, but when I do: pancakes and eggs. I just happen to have time today since I don’t have class until late. Some of the jokes from last night are still stuck in my head, so I find myself sporadically laughing to myself in an otherwise quiet kitchen. I feel crazy, but hey, I’m still loved. The sizzle of the pan fills the room as I pour the batter in. My half-wakened mind is entertained by the bubbles forming around the edge of the confection. That’s how you know it’s done, I was told. Turns out to be right. That’s my secret to perfect pancakes every time. I hold the handle of the pan and flip the pancake without the spatula, cooking it on the other side, then tossing it in the air and catching it on the plate. I’m good!

    A little butter and a lot of syrup top my short stack as I walk carefully back into the living room. I put the kickstand up on the back of my cell phone and sit it on the coffee table, going to YouTube to browse some of my favorite music videos while I eat. The whole house smells like hot butter; I love it. I look up to the clock as I cut a forkful and lift it to my mouth. I’m normally up before 10, and my dad is always up before me. Before I put the food in my mouth, I shout upstairs.

    “Dad! You want some pancakes?”

    I don’t hear anything over my phone. All of a sudden, this thing wants to be loud. “Daddy!” I call again. Damn, he must have tired himself out last night. I set down my plate and go upstairs to check on him, hoping that he’s feeling okay. I mean…I do need him to drive me to school. I knock on his door and it opens slightly due to not having been closed all the way. Beautiful golden sunlight floods through the room and out the door. His yellow walls with white stripes are aglow in the morning splendor. I’m partially blinded upon entry. Birds are chirping loudly outside the window. My eyes momentarily adjust to the light, allowing me to focus on him lying peacefully in his bed. I gently approach his bedside, not wanting to startle him. I remember the last time I did that; I almost had to dig his class ring out of my stomach. His hand is on his chest. I lay my hand on top of it. “Daddy. Daddy, wake up. You hungry?” I ask.

    …Damn, his hand is cold.

    I lay the back of my hand against his forehead, and then snatch it back immediately. He’s freezing! Poor guy must be sick. I shake him a little, trying to wake him up so I can give him medicine. “Dad. Daddy, get up,” I whisper while rocking him back and forth.

    …Goodness, he’s a little heavy and wobbly.

    I freeze in place, my eyes locked somewhere between his neck and shoulder. They stay there, as I’m afraid to look anywhere else now. I lean down, putting my head in front of his face and my ear in front of his mouth. It is at this moment that I have never been more terrified by the sound of silence. I can’t feel my feet. I don’t know what I’m seeing. My breath has left my body. And…so…have…I…

    I awaken who-knows-how-long later on the floor with an empty nausea in my stomach. I’m not one hundred about anything right now. I don’t really know where I am. I stagger to my feet, my back to the bed, as I feel like there’s something there I don’t want to see. I…I just can’t turn around. I stand to my shaking legs and silently float out of the room. My heart is beating very slowly and feels like it is carrying my body everywhere. I don’t feel my feet on the ground. I don’t feel my fingers picking up the house phone or dialing the cops.

    …It’s been months since that morning now. I inherited the house and a fuck-ton of money from a trust that my father opened for me. My mom insisted on paying child support and he wanted none of it since she walked out. So he put every cent into an account that accrued interest. I have three-hundred eighty thousand dollars to my name, my own house, a car, and all the furniture I will ever need. I would trade every dime of it to have my father back for a day. I didn’t say a single word at his funeral. I just sat there, staring at the floor, waiting for it to be over. At the interment, I looked off into the distance. The sun was shining brightly, just like the day he passed. There was not a cloud in the sky, but there was a storm in my heart. I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of my life would be like without him. I had a dove released, which represented his spirit; while it’s never been my thing to subscribe to superstition or to put my faith into material things, I thought it would be a nice way to send him off from this Earth. The pastor released the dove, and it landed on his shoulder. He lifted it up again, and again, it returned to him. It made me laugh and cry at the same time. It would eventually make its way to me, landing on my lap and pecking around. I burst into tears and had to be carried off. I don’t recall anything after that.

    My days now consist of going to school, going out for dinner, and only coming home when I absolutely need to sleep. I spend nights in front of the TV crying my eyes out until I faint from exhaustion. The darkness creeps up and smothers my world, choking all life and energy from it until the sky is dark and I have nowhere to run from it. I lie with my back against the back of the couch, knees curled up to my chest, wrapped like a burrito in his plush blanket, with the TV up loud to drown out my thoughts and feelings. I’ve immersed myself into television and Netflix in all my spare time. I don’t do anything at home aside from numb my mind in front of the tube. It’s all I can do anymore. He was all I had. Malcolm has blown up my phone, but I don’t really answer anymore. I’m not mad at him; I just don’t have the energy to talk to anyone. I’m just…so tired.

    Tonight is no different. I’m going home with a taco in one hand, soda in the other, driving with my knees. It’s not exactly safe, but fuck it. What’s gonna happen, I die? I take a daring bite of my taco, turning my head instead of the food. Too much cheese in this thing. I haven’t eaten much of anything today, but I couldn’t stomach another bite. I roll down the window and toss it out while breezing through a traffic light two blocks from my house. I pull into the driveway, anticipating the depression that hits every time I see my house. There is no exception. The moment I step out of the car, I am overtaken by a dark feeling that moves with me, like a pesky old curmudgeon tapping me on the shoulder and teasing me about my dead dad. I fiddle with my keys, procrastinating entry, trying to focus solely on the episodes of Cops I’m about to binge. I open up the door and close it quickly behind me, trying to tolerate the “home” smell to which I am so accustomed. It used to comfort me, calling to mind thoughts of video games, cooking dinner, hanging with Malcolm, and Dad. I don’t do any of that anymore. I throw down my backpack and abandon my clothes in the corner of the living room, trying to stifle my oncoming tears before curling up on the couch. I don’t even bother closing the curtains. I tuck the blanket under my feet and wrap it tightly around my shoulders. I feel a little better with my back against the couch. Nothing can sneak up on me. As long as I can make it through the night, I’ll be okay.

    I fade off to sleep after an hour of flashing red and blue lights from the TV. I eventually open my eyes to the dead of night in my living room. Lights are off, the television is off, and the curtains are closed. I’m not sure if I’m lucid dreaming or legitimately awake. So I do what I always do in this state—I hold my breath. If I’m dreaming, normally, I’ll start to float upward…but I’m not going anywhere, no matter how long I’m not breathing. I guess I’m really awake. I wish I wasn’t, but I guess I can de–…

    …I stop thinking entirely. I just saw a dark shadow move in the corner of my eye to the left. It wasn’t a fleeting, barely-there shadow. It was very sure and stable. In fact…it’s moving now. It’s growing, looming closer and closer. I close my eyes, hearing the large figure move in on me. My heart is racing in fear and I’m shuddering just a little, but the full level of terror hasn’t kicked in with me since I’m still kind of half-sleeping. But I know that at no point do I ever appreciate creepy shadows haunting me. I open one eye and see it. It’s there. It’s right in front of me. Its eyes glow an inhuman green in the darkness. And it speaks to me.

    “Do not weep for me. I am gone, yet I am here.”

    Do not weep…? Dad?

    I open both eyes and gaze upward at the benevolent creature. The only light in the house shines through the dining room curtains against his back so that I can see his outline. He smells like a cold spring morning. I wipe my eyes and sit upright slowly, not wanting this to be some kind of jump-scare mirage. “Daddy…?” I whisper. It doesn’t respond, but the eyes flicker once. I don’t look away. I don’t flinch or freak out. I just accept what I’m seeing and start to feel a kind of peace that I have not felt in months. My chest loosens and I’m no longer as tense. I can breathe normally. I almost feel like I could eat again tomorrow. All I see are those beautiful green glowing eyes. I can’t look away, but I am told to do so. “Close your eyes and rest,” he instructs me. I obey without hesitation, still keeping my wide, wondrous eyes fixated on his dark outline. He backs into a corner, not turning around or bumping into anything. He doesn’t make a sound. He simply puts his back to the wall in a far corner, still looking at me, and lifts his hand toward me. I lift my hand toward him. I see his fingers open. His hand turns. His fingers start to slowly close, and along with them, uncontrollably, my eyelids. I am being forced to go to sleep. This is the weirdest lucid dream I’ve ever had.

    I awaken refreshed. I fell into a dreamless sleep after closing my eyes. It seems like no time at all has passed between the time I closed them and the moment they reopened. Not sure if that’s good or bad, but at least I don’t feel nauseous today. It feels…it feels good. I think I’ll go about my day now.

    I return to the house at 2 a.m., after visiting Malcolm for the first time in 5 weeks. He’s been leaving casseroles and burgers at my door for me, trying to make sure I eat. I am normally able to eat a spoonful or so of it, but nothing past that. Today, we ate nearly a whole pizza together. I was actually able to smile. I was almost normal and living. I loved it. And now, I’m back at home, not as depressed as I was last night. I don’t feel like throwing up anymore. I think that short visit was all I needed. Thank you, God.

    In a couple of hours, after brushing my teeth and showering, I’m back on the couch, curled up in the blanket. Tonight is only different in that my eyes are dry. And it’s a big enough difference to put a smile in my heart. He’s not here, but he’s somewhere. And I’m okay with that. The TV is still on, but it’s not as loud as I usually have it. I close my eyes and try to drift off, thinking about the pizza I had today. Before long, my mind is swimming in a pool of warped thoughts and dreams, memories that never happened. Parasomnia.

    I startled awake by the sound of pure nothingness. It’s not just that I’m awakened by nothing in particular. I’m jarred awake by absolute silence. It’s what I imagine outer space sounds like. And it freaks me out when I hear it. I open my eyes and am met by the very same dark figure. His eyes are glowing deep green. His outline is bold and defined. I’m no longer afraid of him, as he stands on the opposite side of the room in the same corner. In fact, I sit up. He steps forward toward me, the light coming through the crack in the curtains hits his face and I am able to make his features. Oh my goodness. He looks…terrible. His face is very dry and sunken-in. His hair has nearly no color in it. It is evident that he has not blinked in ages. The bags under his eyes nearly stretch to his mouth. He looks very aged and frail. “Daddy…” I breathe, mortified at the sight of his marred face. He opens his mouth and starts to speak. I understand his words to be:

    “I am gone, yet I am here. Close your eyes and rest… I am gone, yet I am here. Close your eyes and rest.”

    While the words themselves seem calming, the tone in his ethereal, all-encompassing voice is anything but. It sounds like stress. It seems like a lamentation of some sort. He sounds…regretful. Which is terrible. Damn. I thought these visions were supposed to be happy and peaceful. This is nothing like that. I keep my eyes on his dreadful face. That terribly sunken face… I stand to my feet, beginning to move toward him. I am stopped in my tracks. I’m not freaked out, but I’m certainly alarmed. I grab my cell phone, ripping out the charger and dialing Malcolm. I’m still looking straight forward at my father, standing in front of me with his hand outstretched. The phone lights up and the call is answered as he speaks even louder to me.

    “Close your eyes and rest. Close your eyes and rest!”

    I stretch my hand out toward him, trying my damnedest to reach his fingertips. He is just inches away. A tear escapes my eye. “Daddy, please,” I beg, “just talk to me!” His command continues, bearing down on me from every imaginable direction. The light from outside illuminates half of his face, and I am able to see half of his mouth moving. It’s…out of sync, like a dubbed foreign movie. But that doesn’t register. I stretch harder, hoping that just the love for my father is enough to connect our hands and give me just a taste of closure. The more I fight, the louder his words until I fear I might be deafened.

    “CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REST!”

    There’s no wind. No books flying through the air, no chairs knocked over. It’s just so loud. So fucking loud. My mind starts racing. He sounds like an F-16 in my living room. Surely, he will wake the neighbors. They will rush over to see what the matter is. I can’t move to get to the door—I can’t move at all! They will knock. They will bang. They will try to kick the door in to see what the commotion is. They will call 911, and the police will arrive. The police can’t do anything by themselves. I’m sure they’ll call for backup. When more cops pile into the block with the ghetto bird in the air, I’m sure the SWAT team will be present. They’re gonna try to batter in my door…will they succeed? I doubt it. I’m not sure what, if anything, will get in here now. He’s standing right in front of the door. If I can’t move myself, I’m positive they won’t move him, or the door for that matter. And then what? The FBI? The National Guard? By the time they figure out they can’t get in, they’re gonna shoot the windows. They might kill me if they get a shot through. They’ll try to kick it in. They’ll try to knock them through. They may try to weld their way in. They won’t be able to get in, I just know it. My dad won’t let them. They’ll call to me over the microphone. They’ll demand to know what’s happening. Will they be able to hear me? I can see it now…the house surrounded by lights and choppers. There will be a crowd of two hundred from the neighborhood. The news will be there. There will be a standoff through the night. They’ll want to knock down the house and take him away…but no! They can’t have him! I won’t let it happen! “YOU CAN’T TAKE MY DADDY!” I scream, still looking his way.

    I see his fingers open. Then they shut rapidly.

    I awaken with my face on the floor and my body draped sloppily over the coffee table. I try to stand, but I feel stiff and sore all over. I feel rested, but I’m in pain now. “Aagh!” I exclaim, rolling off the table instead of standing up. I can hardly feel my feet. I manage to get myself to the couch and rest in a sitting position to right the circulation in my body before attempting anything else. My phone seems to be nearly dead. I plug it back up to the charger and unlock it, checking notifications. I have 25 missed calls and several voice messages. They are all from Malcolm. Son of a bitch. I called him last night when I was half asleep and I didn’t even say anything. He must be freaked out. I mean, I’m sure he heard me scream. Maybe he heard my dad’s words, too! I hurriedly redial his number and tap my numbed foot while listening to the phone ringing. He answers excitedly, seeming surprised to hear from me.

    “Where you been at?”

    “Malcolm!” I shout, “Oh my gosh, did I call you last night?”

    “Hell yeah you called me. Scared the shit outta me, too.”

    “What did I say?” I slowly question. “You were like, all, ‘No, don’t take my dad!’ and shit. You was screamin’ at the top of your lungs. What, was you sleepwalking or something?” I breeze right by that question, demanding to know, “What else did you hear?”

    “Um…” he starts, seeming to have been thrown off by my question. “You sounded like you was outside. I could hear the wind blowing. I mean, it sounded like the wind.”

    I’m confused. The wind? Is he telling me he didn’t hear all of that loud yelling? The booming voice? It was deafening! I stutter in his ear. We begin talking over each other. My brain is totally scrambled. I know what I need to do. I tell Malcolm that I’ll talk to him later, grab my coat, and leave.

    I drive across town to the graveyard where my dad is buried. I haven’t been here since the funeral and I now realize that this hectic week has been my mind’s way of telling me that I need to go see him and make peace with what happened. If it will keep me from hallucinating at night, I’m willing to start the journey. I press onward through the cemetery, over the winding roads that literally travel over a river and through the woods. My dad received a beautiful spot located by a lake that holds a fountain and is surrounded by geese. It’s serene. He has a large tombstone with an angel on top of it. I was able to afford it since I got all that money. The man that gave it to me deserved to have something nice for himself. Only the best for my Dad, who gave the best to me. I park the car and step out of it, approaching his grave located right off the road. His plot sits away from several others; it’s like the lake was made just for him. As far as I’m concerned, it is his lake. I smile at the scene, watching as the geese seem to make way for me to come talk to my father. I kneel at his feet, reading over the headstone to myself. He brought us so many smiles. His family couldn’t love him enough. Everyone he met was subdued by his kindness, and that’s what he taught me. Don’t kill with kindness, live in kindness. If I could live to be half the person he was…

    I drag my fingers along the spotty grass that lies atop his shin area. I can almost feel him here, watching as I reach out to him. Lord, if I could just hug him once more to see him off…

    I gradually lean forward to sprawl my body out onto his grave. What grass is here is very soft and easy to touch. It’s not dry and unforgiving like much of this other stuff. He deserves it. My cheek makes contact with the ground. It’s cold. I’m grinning ear to ear, lying on top of his burial site, looking out over the lake. I close my eyes and whisper, with a single happy tear escaping, “I miss you, Daddy.”

    Without warning, the ground gives way. My center of gravity falls before me, bending my back inward and my stomach outward. I’m a falling letter U. The birds freak out from the sound and start flapping and hoking, leaping away from the area. Dust flies everywhere as I plummet feet downward into the grave, smashing downward into the casket and cracking my back and neck upon impact. I’m…shocked. I’m stunned. I’m dazed momentarily. I’m mortified, but still quiet. I groan in pain and turn over, looking up toward the sky. I see the rough outline of a dug grave against the sky, some dirt still falling down onto me. My jacket and pajama pants are covered in moist earth. I look back down and shake my head, letting the dirt fall from my hair. The disturbing thing is not that I fell into the casket. That’s happened to many a grave digger and robber, I’m sure. What fucks with me is that my dad wasn’t buried in a pine box. His casket is metal. And hinged.

    …And empty.

    Dakota Priest

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  • Landline – Creepy Pasta

    Landline – Creepy Pasta

    By Dakota Priest

    Zachary coos in delight as he “talks” to his grandmother over FaceTime. We don’t have a house phone, because we frankly don’t need them, since we both have cell phones. Face to face is better, anyway.  My iPhone battery is burning my hand, but as long as my little boy is happy, I’m willing to endure the feeling. I try to keep my tired eyes glued to the television screen, where plays a rerun of one of my favorite cartoons. My wife isn’t home this week. She’s overseas, at a friend’s wedding, and she’ll be gone all week. I’ve never complained about having to keep him by myself. In fact, even though we both work full-time jobs, I’ve been the only one to go any significant amount of time taking care of Zacky alone. Not holding it against her, just a fact. He claps his hands in a wild fashion, demonstrating his lack of ability to control all his arm muscles. He’s 11 months old and refuses to take steps or speak correctly, but I’m not afraid for his development. I didn’t utter a single word until I was 6. Nothing at all. My first word was a curse word.
    My wife’s mother begins to blow kisses to the baby, signaling to me that the call is about to end. Thank goodness. I will go dip my hand in some cool water after this. Maybe get to second base with a bag of peas or something.  I look at her face and she nods to me, giving me permission to hit the hang-up button. Because you know…she has no idea where it is. It’s 9:30 p.m., Zacky’s bedtime. He’s doing his normal “I’m really sleepy” whine, turning around and clinging to my shoulder, walking his feet up my stomach, his knees scrambling to meet his own tummy.

    I curl my left arm around his bottom and support him while I stand up out of the chair, carelessly letting the iPhone fall freely to the floor so that I can go rescue the nerves in my hand. I peacefully hum his favorite song all the way to his crib, “Tear Away”, by Drowning Pool. He’s always like that song. Nevermind the lyrics, I just hum the tune and he fades right off, with his thumb in his mouth. I step silently through his room, across the plush carpet, casting a well-defined shadow against the wall in the light of this beautiful full moon. The night is warm; the wind provides a delicate chill. It’s perfect. I pray that my son may always rest his head on nights like this for the rest of his life.
    Down he goes, twitching as he feels the falling sensation in his extremities, into his crib and onto his body pillow, cuddling up to it. His mother likes to refer to it as his “girlfriend”. I’m not so fond of that title. I stand above him, still rubbing my hot hand lightly against the skin on my chest underneath my shirt. It feels hot and cool at the same time. I slowly back out of the room, not making any audible sounds, pull the door nearly closed, then head to the bathroom to run some water on my hand.
    I jam my hand into a sink full of chilly water with a masturbatory roll of my eyes. It feels so good that my knees quake a little. I breathe deeply and ponder what to do with my next two or three waking hours. My wife does not return for another 5 days. I have hobbies that I never get the chance to indulge. I have books to write, pictures to paint, yo-yo’s to design…
    I think I’m just going to watch a DVD.

    Oh, the lost concept of the digital video disc. I shuffle through my library, looking for a movie that meets my standard of “it’s been a while”. I come across “Bringing Down the House”, and I am pleased. Never been a fan of Steve Martin, but Queen Latifah could totally get it in this movie. I crack open the case with one hand, simultaneous searching for my eggshell colored phone case on this eggshell-colored floor. While removing the disc from the clasp, I find it and pick it up with my foot. Damn. Screen is broken. Thank goodness for device protection. Looks like I can’t call my wife or mother in law until I take care of this in a couple days.

    …Oops. Peace and quiet
    I sigh and place the phone on my bedside table, turning on the movie and jumping into this lovely queen-sized bed. If there’s one thing I get to rule in this house, it’s the bedroom. It’s really the only thing I’ve ever been “in charge of” in my life. That being said, we get to have a large, heavy, hotel-grade comforter on our bed. You know, the kind that you know for sure is on you all through the night, the kind that almost restricts your breathing when you first put it on but is too comforting to ever take off? Yeah, that kind. It’s so comfortable that even on my bad days, a smile crawls across my face when I get into bed. It just feels so good. We have a ranch-style home, all rooms on the first floor. No need for a baby monitor. I don’t turn the TV up very loud, and we always sleep with it off, so we can hear everything. Or at least she can. Usually nudges me to go check in the middle of the night, though.

    I’m watching the movie in my underwear under the blanket, wiggling as the gentle touch of these high thread count sheets and the smooth fabric of the comforter tickle me all over. It’s the most pleasant itch I’ve ever felt, and I enjoy it until I drift off slowly into a hypnotic half-sleep.
    Some amount of time later, of which I am not sure, the TV has gone off. My room is nearly jet black. There is silence roundabout the halls. I open one eye slightly and let my ears taste the air. No alerts or alarms. Cool. I close my eyes and drift off back to sleep, deeper than last time. I have the strangest dream: my wife is my wife, but she looks like my ex. We find ourselves in a room in some building somewhere. She’s wearing the strangest combination of street clothes and negligee…I have to admit, it’s pretty sexy. She gives me a flirty look and bites her lip, switching her hips as she approaches me. I recognize who she is, and I know who she is supposed to be, but I enjoy the look and feel of her familiar body all the same. Her hands meet my cheeks as she lays her lips on mine. My pants get shorter. My hands lift to her sides, laying a dominant grip on her waist. She gives into me completely and allows herself to fall back against the closest wall. And just as I’m about to take her jeans down, I hear a siren in the distance. My eyes are wide in curiosity, looking around as I make out with her. Her eyes are closed; she is fully enveloped in the situation. The siren grows louder by the second until it is nearly unbearable. Soon, I find myself feeling upset. Dirty. Guilty. Depressed and bemused by the sound of this siren. It’s not a sharp, ear-piercing sound, but it is certainly loud. My heart beats faster and faster until the pounding finally kicks my adrenaline and wakes me up.
    It is at this point that I realize the siren is actually Zacky crying. It’s not the start of this cry, either. It sounds like he’s been wailing for a little while. I hear the chokes and hiccups in it. I step out of the bed, shuffling briskly to his room. I really don’t feel like it tonight, Zack…

    Once I am just outside his door, I hear what sounds like a cabinet close. There are no cabinets in his room. Out of reflex, I kick the door in, noticing the awkward drape of the curtains as their trains are now stuck in a just-slammed window. Zack is screaming his lungs out, recoiling repeatedly as if in severe pain. I practically teleport to his bedside, scooping him up quickly, but gently, looking him over to see what, if anything, has happened to traumatize him so. His pajamas are moistened on the back. I shudder to turn him over. I’m too afraid. I can’t look at his back. The adrenaline from my dream has still not worn off. My eyes shoot to the window, the curtains apart in the middle, revealing the clear pane behind it.

    And the thin man running away at top speed.
    He’s right there. If I run, I can catch him. I could simply dive through the window, hit the ground running, and tackle him. I could take him down. I could kill him for whatever he did to my son. Who is he? Do I know him? Why would he choose to attack my family? Why did he hurt my boy? What have I done to him to deserve this? Was he watching us? How long has he known about Zachary? Was he waiting for me to fall asleep? How long was he in here?
    Every successive question makes me more and more nauseous. Every passing second, the man’s footsteps carry him further and further away. I can’t take my son out there, running after this criminal with my baby in my hands. Zack can’t run. He can’t tell me what’s ailing him. My eyes water. My lips tremble as I try to shush my hurting child.

    Dear Heavenly Father, how could you let me sleep through such a thing? How, when you saw that man in my house, could you have watched him, let him put my child, MY BLOOD, through pain and torture, with impunity? How could you not wake me that instant and allow this to continue? How could you? God…why have you forsaken me?

    “Sssh, ssshhh, baby… Daddy’s right here; it’s okay, sweetheart.”

    I don’t even know if I believe myself. My knees are in sprint mode, prepared to take off through the glass without any notice at all. I’m almost afraid that I’ll do it involuntarily while still carrying Zack. Then I realize: this is not a job for me. I need to call the police, NOW. I turn to the door, taking several steps until I reach the hallway, remembering…my phone is broken. I can’t even call my wife. We have no house phone. My nearest neighbor is a good ride-on lawnmower ride away. My heart is beating the hell out of the bottom of my throat. I tilt my head back in agonizing exasperation, begging for this to be a continuation of my dream-turned-nightmare. The stress contorts my face, but I can’t show the fear to my son. I can’t show him the weakness, the terror in his father. I am his tower of defense. And his safety means the world to me.
    I’m left with the choice between revenge and comforting my boy. He is too developmentally behind to communicate the issue to me, or to recount the event to police. He is too young to understand justice. The man is too far away to me to scare into stopping…not that he would. My only hope to catch him would be to drop Zack and take off out the window. My head goes back to the window. Then my wet eyes fall back down on my crying son, who is clearly begging for my immediate, intimate attention.
    The window.
    The baby.
    Window.
    Baby.

    …Dear God…WHAT DO I DO?!

    Dakota Priest

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  • Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

    Flash Mob – Creepy Pasta

    By Dakota Priest

    There’s no need to post this as an online status; it’ll only serve to start arguments and make people lose focus and pick factions on a matter about which they know next to nothing. There’s no need for me to waste money on buying a billboard. I don’t have money to fritter away while it’s still worth something. There’s no need for me to post this in forums that specialize in it—if they’re legit in the first place, they know it already anyway. So the only thing left for me to do is document it for myself to put in a place to be discovered only after it’s already too late. People just don’t listen.

    I have never been any kind of government insider. I’ve never worked for the FBI or been personally close to anybody in any alphabet agency. I am not pretending to have credentials I have never earned. My highest security clearance is Title XIII from working with the US Bureau of the Census. I am such an average Joe that I am the most average Joe there is. My name is not Joe. My name is not important at the moment. I could be anyone at all and it wouldn’t matter. What matters is what I’m writing.

    There is no beginning from which to start, so I’ll just start with some questions I had that started me on this journey. I was watching a debate some years ago, really trying to do my due diligence as a citizen of this country and vote for who I thought would run it the best…and then after a while, I realized that all the candidates were saying the exact same things in different words. In fact, the only thing that was different was the colors of their neckties. At this point, I wasn’t flabbergasted, not appalled, not shocked. Just a little confused. I wondered how I was expected to cast an honest vote if all the guys on the stage were saying the same things! Not only were they saying the same thing, but what they were saying tended to dodge the questions presented them altogether. So here we had several candidates spouting the same empty words and saying, “Pick me!” I asked myself how this could be presented to the American public as a participatory event.

    Have you ever wondered where wars come from? Have you ever stopped to think about how the government can just create money, give it out to citizens, and still be in debt? Have you ever tried to understand why a select group of people is able to pull all the strings of society, but you are just unable to raise that glass ceiling and just barely scraping by? Well, good. Let’s start with war.

    A year after the drafting of a document from a think-tank called the “Project for a New American Century”, we were told that several men of Arab/Punjabi descent were sent around the world to infiltrate an airport by acting like everyday people, then leaping out of their seats with razor blades and taking over jetliners , flying them wildly off course and navigating them—in a strange country—to two specific buildings in a specific section of a specific city to strike specific points in such a specific manner that the skyscrapers would come crashing down, destroying everything inside. They were sent to do this at the command of a man who lives in Goodness-knows-where Afghanistan, the greatest player of “Where’s Waldo” of all time. They (and by “they”, I mean the military and government agents) could literally not find this man for ten straight years, which they are said to have spent combing the entire middle Eastern region for him. Now I have several problems with this…but for the sake of education, we will stick to facts.

    Many people died on September 11, 2001. About three thousand known lives were lost that day in the calamity in NYC and other reported areas of attack. My heart goes out to those innocent victims, their families, and anyone else who held pride in that beautiful New York Skyline. Their memories will forever live on in many honorable memorials and I pray they, with others who have died needlessly, are never forgotten. However, the story that you were force-fed has several holes in it. Now, just pay attention. It didn’t take me becoming obsessed or crazy about the subject to notice the slant-cut steel beams at the base of the building or the molten iron at Ground Zero beneath the rubble testimonies. Even when smothered in dust and doused with water, fires still burned. These are real facts. By the time you read this, it will be too late to look them up. What kind of fire burns underwater? Let’s set this point aside for now.

    The pentagon was also hit with an object at 9:43 a.m. EST on September 11, 2001. There was a camera aimed directly at the impact zone that did not manage to catch an airplane flying straight into a wall at ground level. Of course, the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence. So the fact that we did not see the plane is not what I’m riding on here. What is puzzling is why a terrorist would hijack a plane and execute a corkscrew landing instead of a dive-bomb into the building, the idea that a plane crashed headlong into a building and the roof remained intact for minutes, and why it seems so impossible to find plane wreckage in any footage or photographs of the scene. But I digress. I’m not writing this to debate theories. I’m writing to inform. There is video testimony from Secretary of Transportation Norman Mineta that consistently states where he was and his experience from the PEOC (Presidential Emergency Operations Center). This insulated, glorified conference room is a nuke-resistant bunker located six stories below the east wing of the White House. Norman Mineta was there, and he gave his account of what he heard the morning of 9/11, just before the Pentagon was hit. There was a sentence shouted by Vice President Richard Cheney: “Of course the orders still stand! Have you heard anything to the contrary?” This retort was in response to a “young man” who was counting down the distance from the airplane to the Pentagon, and asked the Vice President if “the orders still [stood]”. By the time you read this, it will be too late to look it up.

    This plunged all of the USA into a panicked, paranoid frenzy, and understandably so. After decades of toting around banners and representing the impenetrable land of the free, we are attacked on our own soil? The fear, the turmoil, the chaos, all justified. Our paradigm had shifted. We had no idea of who to trust in public anymore; another attack could have happened in any place at any moment. Even a field in West Virginia was not safe. Our fears were quelled with two simple words over the television from our leader, our president:

    “Go shopping.”

    It was at this point that I began to dig around. I started internet searches. I began hitting the library, despite loathing reading books. I vastly expanded my knowledge of history and political/military/industrial relations, and stumbled upon a few enlightening facts. Not only did that single event send our boots into Afghanistan, but also Iraq, which was reported to have some roundabout involvement with the attack, and “reliable sources” indicated the possession of “weapons of mass destruction”. I’ll bet that sentence rings a bell in your head, doesn’t it? There’s a reason for that, but I digress. We occupy Iraq to this day, more often by private military contractor companies like Academi LLC (formerly Xe Services, formerly Blackwater Worldwide), Triple Canopy Inc., and the infamous Halliburton. Former CEO of Halliburton with stock options? Richard Cheney. Imagine that.

    In my research, I came across a video on YouTube that presented a man who claimed to be former Secret Service talking about being prepared for an event. I won’t give his entire name, but his initials are D.B. I was not certain of his legitimacy, with all the disinformation being spread about, especially on this subject, so I committed to the idea of contacting him. I didn’t immediately believe a word he said, but I sure wanted to know how he was convinced so much of things as far-fetched as the concepts he claimed in his speeches. I sent him an email and waited. Meanwhile, something else caught my eye. I got back to researching facts and taking thorough notes.

    Let’s pick back up that “underwater fire” story again. Remember how there was a number of people claiming to have seen molten iron and melted steel pouring out of the building and the rubble? There was a group of people gathered together to give the entire ordeal a good “comb-through” and produce a whole report, from start to finish, on the official story of what happened that fateful morning. That group was called the “9/11 Commission”. They gave us back a 1,000+ page document. In this document, not only were there blatant lies contradictory to video, photographic, and scientific evidence, but there is also not one mention of melted/molten steel or iron. Now, you may think that this is splitting hairs, but it’s important. Not once, in history, has a structural steel framed building ever collapsed due to fire. Many skyscrapers have burned, sometimes even for nearly a full day or longer, but have never ever collapsed due to fire. To execute such a task, once would need to heat structural steel to a temperature of over 2,700 degrees Fahrenheit. Unfortunately for the commission reports, that office fire would have topped out somewhere around, liberally, 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit…these numbers are clearly not the same. To get metal to that temperature, hot enough to warp, bend, sever, and melt it, one would need an incendiary device or substance. There was talk of dust samples online. Independent scientists collected and purchased dust samples from ground zero and tested them for chemicals, accelerants, and traces of explosives. What they found was a combination of all three: military grade Nano thermite. The super small chips that they found were scattered throughout the dust and were particles themselves. They were very tiny and multicolored. One of the most reliable tools that were used to measure and test them was called a Differential Scanning Calorimeter, or DSC. The chips were laid on a platform that was very slowly heated. At a certain temperature, they flared up and created a quick, but wild flame, indicating explosive capabilities. Nano thermite was found in every single WTC dust sample.

    Thermite also provides its own oxygen during detonation and produces a molten metal substance that is so high in temperature, it can burn underwater. Real facts.

    About half an hour after I emailed D.B., I received a response. D.B.’s story continued in the very same fashion from the video, so I began something of an impromptu interview, in an attempt to throw off his game. His story remained very consistent, down to the minutes he recalled to me. Then again, I guess anyone who rehearsed the story enough would know it back and forth. I was kind of convinced, seeing as if he dedicated himself to memorizing the story it would be a lot of extra work and would eventually fall apart, but I still wanted to know for sure. So I asked him for some sort of proof, something that would somehow corroborate his story about domestic espionage, classified technology, black operations, and hidden objectives. He sent me a link to the Terrorist Security Administration’s No-Fly list…and a page that held my name. Husayn O’Brien, clear as day. It was at this point that I was genuinely shocked. I started tuning in. I started to cry. I started wondering exactly what was in store for me. Well, he had the answer for that, too.

    While the world’s oldest profession may be prostitution, and the most fun one might be movie star, the most lucrative is war profiteering. The Iraq war has generated billions on billions in revenue, much of it going to private military contractors and weapons engineering firms. Those who make the best grenade for the best price get very lucrative contracts to keep pumping out those weapons to lay young soldiers and poor civilians to rest in very painful and unseemly ways. I’m not standing on one side or another of whether war itself is right or wrong, smart or stupid—what I do think is wrong is profiting on war when it’s based on lies and deception…like Iraq. As it turns out, Iraq has not been our main target for years. It’s been Iran. And the US has not been able to garner public or international support for an occupation or intervention of any sort. Well, according to D.B., all of that will change very soon. If 9/11 was full of holes and still got us slid into Iraq like butter, why would a bigger, better planned event not knock down the last walls between us and our desired objective? To a population of sheep, any word that comes from above is law.

    D.B. emailed me blueprints, classified documents, over an encrypted connection in a compressed file. These blueprints detailed the layout of an improvised tactical nuke built into the wall just below the seat at the Lincoln Memorial. He told me that the next plot is called “Operation Tabletop”, and will involve some sucker, who thinks they’re getting to lead a gigantic flash mob in metropolitan D.C., running like a crazy person up the stairs of the monument and slapping one of the posts, which contains a vibratory trigger. This person will also be carrying a strange cell phone-looking device out for all to see, as this plan is to be secretly marketed as the development of a live action advertisement for a cellular service provider that is releasing a new phone.

    Then he sent me the casting call that was posted on BackPage. The flash mob is to take place in April of 2017. There will be no flash mob…just the one guy who thinks he is about to start one.

    I live in FEMA Region III–Washington D.C. is right around the corner from me and my family, my friends, my entire life.

    We are headed toward disaster.

    I am leaving this where I am sure it will be found. By the time you read this, it will be far too late to stop. The people…just…don’t…listen.

    Please. Brace yourselves.

    Dakota Priest

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  • A Ride With Graham

    A Ride With Graham

    Hello, this story occurred around 2002 when I was about 6 or 7 in Colorado near a huge part where mountains are, which was close to the border where the city and the forest meet

    I changed the names so no one could know who me or my family is. I just don’t sit comfortable with this event

    I was at my dads house waiting for my step-dad to pick me up to take me to my moms house. My parents were divorced and my mom was at work so she asked my step dad if it was okay to pick me up. My dad couldn’t take me because he was going to a meeting for work, right after I get picked up . As I was waiting, I was listening to music and just day dreaming. Eventually, my step dad, Graham, appeared at the front door. I could him out of the blinds that were opens and he seemed different from what he usually looked like. His eyes were red and he looked extremely tired. I didn’t think much of it and just focused on the music I was listening to. My dad opens the door after the bell rang. He gave me a weird look as if he didn’t want graham to take me to my moms. Although he seemed like he wasn’t too worried. I was all ready to go and my bags were packed near the front door. My dad said his goodbyes and I hugged him. I love my dad and he would do anything for me no matter what. After I told this story to him 13 years later, he would have beat this guy senseless. Now this is where it starts.

    We got in the car and he immediately started asking me questions about my week. I told him that nothing much happened although I was excited about the two new dogs my mom bought for me. He kept asking me questions and I eventually got really annoyed cause they were just really stupid questions. Like “so, any girls at school that you like?”, “how far have you been with a girl?” “Have you ever kissed a girl?” I got weirded out and told him that I just wanted to listen to music. After that he finally left me alone. The drive was long because we were going pretty slow. I got pretty tired and was drifting asleep, but the music that I was listening to kept making me wake up to where I wasn’t tired. Graham kept staring at me with a weird look. His face was red and looked bizarre. I was scared as fuck. I’ve never seen that kind of look on someone’s face. This was scary as SHIT. He saw that I was startled and creepily giggled. “What the heck” I though as I shook off the whole event. This car ride was taking forever I soon realized. After five minutes I told him that I needed to pee. He looked pretty mad. He told me that we will stop in a minute. After waiting for what felt like forever, and looking out the window for places to go pee, I realized that we were out in the middle of nowhere. A lot of trees were all around my surroundings and I saw a field with a really scary house that looked like it was haunted. The perimeter of the house was surrounded by huge trees and barbed wire fences.I asked Graham where we were going. He was silence. I got really scared and red flags were flaring up in my head. “What the hell”, where is he taking me? “Get out and take a piss” he said as he got out of the car and opened my door. I asked him to take me somewhere else to go to the bathroom because I felt really uncomfortable and extremely scared that he was going to do something to me. “No” he kept saying as I begged and begged him. After a while I realized he wasn’t going to take me somewhere else. So I did my business. While I was peeing I felt so uncomfortable and looked back to see if he was looking at me. Well, he was. His hands were in his pants looking like they were moving in an up and down motion. His face looked as if he finally achieved something that he’s been trying to forever. I felt violated and so scared. “What was he doing?” Like I said I was a little kid who was only 6 or 7. After I was done, graham, said “follow me”. “Where are we going to go?” I was petrified because we were literally in the middle of no where.He tried to get passed the barbed wire that was surrounding the huge field and the creepy house. He couldn’t. I was still standing where I peed and didn’t want to move. “Get over here” he said in a strong voice. I still didn’t move because I didn’t know where he was going to take me. “Get over here, NOW” his voice got louder. “NOW” he said as loud as he could, his eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his eye socket, his face was almost as red as a tomato, and a huge vain was pooping out of his neck like it was trying to escape. I could feel my pulse beating in my ears, blocking out all the sound around me except my breath. I knew something was wrong. I thought I was going to die. No, I new I was going to die. He walked up to me, pushing me to the barbed wire fence. “Try to get through” he told me as he went to his car to open up the trunk. I was going to try and run away, but there was no where I could run, the barbed wire fence was entirely impossible to get through and there was no where to go because of the dead end I could only run the way that we came in.  But graham could find me easily because he had a car and it was still day light out. “What are you doing!” I screamed. Graham just looked at me while shutting the trunk of the car. He walked over to me and I saw a pair of some weird looking pliers. He walked over to the fence, only focusing on me. He pushed me closer to the fence and started to cut it. He kept cutting the fence for what felt like forever as I was lost in my feeling of dread that crept out of the pit of my stomach. He finally made a whole out of the fence and pushes me through while being right behind me. Immediately after he pushes me, I spot the creepy house through the huge barricade of trees. I screamed as loud as I could, trying to get someone’s attention. No one. Graham, has both of his hands on my shoulders guiding me thought the trees. I tried to run away but he was extremely strong compared to me. After getting through the trees he keeps moving me and we finally made it to the creepy house. “This is cool right?” He said to me and I was trying to shut my eyes cause the house looked so scary. “LOOK AT IT!” He screamed at me. I opened my eyes to see that Graham was smiling and going up to the doorstep to open the door. He jiggled the door nob and couldn’t open the door. After that, he put his weight on the door and pushed as hard as he could, as if he knew how to open the door. The door flew open and immediately after opening the door, I saw blood stains and the ground was annihilated with leaves and clothes.  This was scary as shit. My knees were wobbling and I was shaking so much. I couldn’t keep myself together. I heard someone scream. It was the most dreadful and screechiest thing I’ve ever heard. Graham looked as if he’d lost a million dollars. “Come with me” he said in a soft voice and he ran back to the car pushing me to his side. He put me in the front seat and explained everything in the car. “I was just trying to scare you, I didn’t know there was a person in the car” he tried to say without me knowing that he was lying. I knew he was lying “why didn’t you call the cops then?” I asked. He pulled his phone out with the noise level at the top, he dialed 911, I could hear the three ” beep, beep, beep” as he presses the numbers. I knew he turned his phone off because I heard that too, then he started talking into the phone saying that he was going to report a scream in the forest where we had been. I knew he wasn’t taking to anyone on the phone because his phone was totally black and turned off “Why am I still in the car with him” I asked myself over and over. What felt like a day, which was only 20 minutes, we arrived at my moms house. I didn’t once make eye contact with Graham because I still had no idea what happened.

    I waited until my mom got home, and told her everything. My mom was drunk And though I was trying to joke around with her because Graham was a good guy who everyone liked and thought was friendly. She got a hold of Graham and e told her that he took me to a “haunted house” and tried to scare me, also that several hours before he picked me up, painted part of the walls red so it looked like blood. So, my mom laughed it off and I was left in the dust. Several years later I ponder and ask myself “what would have happened if I stayed at that house?” “what was that scream?” Etc, this event was weird and I didn’t understand why Graham took me there.

    After my mom and Graham got a divorce, several years later, Graham died of a overdose of drugs. Later we also found out that he was almost charged with raping a girl but then died.

    When I told my dad what happened he asked me why I never told him. I said that I just shook it all off and thought that Graham was just trying to scare me. If anything ever happens to you like this, run, try your best to get away. Luckily I wasn’t hurt or anything by this stupid, STUPID event.

    Submitted by: T. J.

  • A Fresh Pale Corpse

    Alright, first off I would like to say that I am a fan of your channel and a subscriber. I’m sure you’ve had many submissions, so thank you for taking the time to read this. I have had many experiences in my life that would scare most people, but there are some which I am willing to tell for now. I hope you read this and put it in one of your videos.

    Here’s one that happened to me that really freaked me out:
    When I was young, about fourteen, I  was up late at night, which I always do. You see I am nocturnal and function at my best when I’m up during the night and sleeping during the day. (I prefer my waking hours to be 4PM to 7AM.) This is mainly for health reasons, but that’s not important for this experience I am about to share. So I won’t go into specifics on what conditions I have which make it hard for me to have normal sleeping patterns.

    Anyways, I awaken like usual, and the moment I woke up, I felt eyes on me, like someone was watching from a far. I didn’t pay too much attention to the creepy feeling as this was hardly the first time I felt that sensation. I was in my room and it was like whatever it was watching me, refused to come into the room with me. I felt a sense of relief about this.

    I had to leave to do my routines which are mainly online. Everyone else in the house was asleep at the time. It was about 12:30 AM or so. I decided to ignore the strange feeling I was getting from outside my room and just went on as usual. I was going to the bathroom as that’s part of my routine when I first wake up, and the feeling grew stronger. But again, this sensation was centered around the other-side of the door. Like whatever was watching me just watched through the door, if that makes any sense. I get done and go on like nothing happened, ignoring it all together.

    I logged onto the family computer we had at the time. While I was working online, I suddenly felt this gnawing sensation of something lurking right behind me. It was similar to what I was feeling before but it felt stronger this time. That’s when I realized it was actually in the room with me. I was horrified to hear the floor creaking, like someone was slowly walking towards me from the doorway.

    As a normal reaction I quickly turned to see who or what was coming closer to me. There was nothing there, nothing out of place and the feeling subsided. I turned back towards the computer and continued doing my thing, checking emails, responding to replies, doing what I call “my rounds.”

    This peek-a-boo game between me and my mystery observer continued for a few hours, until I realized I had to go to the bathroom again. I ignored the urge for awhile, but eventually I had to go. I reluctantly got up against my natural instinct and finally headed towards the bathroom, which unfortunately for me, was all the way on the other side of the house. I had to basically walk straight through a mostly dark and empty house at about 3:30 AM to reach my destination.

    The long walk was not exactly soothing considering I had the strong sensation I was being followed, not hunted mind you just followed. Every time I spun around to look all I would see was an empty room. I shrugged it off as random noises,mistaken instincts and overly heightened senses.

    I was in the bathroom, and the sensation of being watched returned, only stronger this time. After I finished and entered the hallway to the left, the sensation became overwhelming and alarmingly became more menacing. I had the feeling like this thing was actually laughing at me. This did not scare me at the time but actually just made me irritated. I felt more annoyed because it was like this thing was bluffing.

    I remained silent and just proceeded to walk to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. As I approached the sink it felt like someone or something was right behind me almost on top of me with every foot step. Whoever or whatever this was didn’t feel much larger then me, it actually felt to be around my own size at the time, perhaps slightly taller. Every time I turned to confront it, I found nothing. I was starting to freak out but just figured it had to be my imagination playing with me in a dark and empty house.

    I finally made it to the sink and started washing my hands. About halfway through, I froze in fear when I heard a voice coming from behind me. (It sounded more like a sigh or even a coo then any actual understandable words mind you.) It was faint but loud enough to get my attention. Right after that sound, I had this instinctive voice telling me NOT to look up at the window. The window would act like a mirror in the lighting, allowing me to see what was behind me without having to turn and look. I hesitated a moment, but then my curiosity and general frustration got the best of me.

    I looked up… and what I saw instantly paralyzed me with fear. I saw a woman. She was looking down over my shoulders. She was watching my hands as I washed them under the water. For some unknown reason she seemed interested in what I was doing. She was EXTREMELY pale, just like a corpse. Her hair was long, and appeared dark, black or really dark brown. Even though it was dark, I noticed her eyes had this eerie greenish hue. Her face was petite and slender. I could imagine her to be very beautiful under normal circumstances.

    She appeared to be sliding her hands on and around my waist. Then I could almost faintly feel her hands wrapping around my waist, like a lover would do. Which is odd and creepy to say the least.

    Once she noticed I was frozen and stopped moving my hands, she began to look up. She then looked straight at the window to see our reflections. I think she realized I could see her reflection in the window. She stopped, looked right into my eyes and let out this terrifying loud shriek. She was right by my ear, I couldn’t hear anything else. It was deafening. Her mouth was open wide, inhumanly so. To the point her skin started to stretch, and her eyes were trained right onto mine the entire time.

    Her teeth looked like a mix of sharp and flat teeth, which were somewhat long. Her hair began to wave wildly outward, and shift colors like a neon light. Her dress was a torn and tattered white dress from what I could see, but my view at that time was blocked by my own body. I was completely frozen at this point. I couldn’t turn away. I was too shocked and afraid to move or even scream.

    This stare down lasted for what was probably about fifteen seconds or so, but it felt a lot longer. Then she just vanished, like nothing was ever there. I just stared down at my hands, completely confused.

    I went back to the room and shut the door, making sure to keep the damn thing shut all the way. I placed pillows in front of it to keep it from opening on it’s own. I’m not sure why I thought this would happen, but the thought of the door slowly opening on its own terrified me.

    I was totally shocked. I am usually not scare easily, but this incident had my heart racing.I was still too freaked out so I tried to get my mind off of the incident by getting online and watching videos and what not. That entire night I just couldn’t stop thinking that whatever I just saw, was still somewhere out there, watching me. It was freaky.

    When dawn finally came, I told my Mother then and there what I just saw earlier that night. She wasn’t surprised, shocked but not surprised. Why?
    Well, ever since I was seven or so. I kept seeing this same woman, appearing out of nowhere and vanishing just as quickly. (Of course not that close or in this much detail in most cases.) Almost like she was trying to either scare me or tell me something important, but I think it’s the former rather than the latter. And I notice upon reflection she appears more often when I am in a time of crisis or a bad point in my life, when I am at my lowest.

    I know that I’m not crazy because my mother and little brother have both seen and heard her, and we have even caught pictures and recordings of this entity. But unfortunately due to technological limits of the time we couldn’t keep them or show them anymore because they either went missing, got destroyed or just simply got thrown away due to failing to work after a time.

    The audio recordings we captured were of a voice sounding like a woman, with a very raspy, choked sound to it. It sounded as if she was being strangled as she tried to speak. One recording captured her yelling “Listen to me YOU!” right after I said something, but I don’t remember exactly what it was I said to make her scream at me. I think I was getting irritated that we were getting nothing in response to our attempts to communicate. In the recording though you can hear it clearly, we all heard it at the time as well.

    This woman has been haunting me for over a decade now, and has done a lot to freak me out. We’ve heard a woman incoherently whispering, we have heard random bangs out of nowhere, sometimes she is singing, and we have even heard growling.

    She has said malicious things in other recordings like: “…Patrick…Die…” as well as saying similar things about my family. Sometimes the speech we hear makes no sense and is to jumbled to understand, or maybe it is another language. Either way it was pretty much just gibberish to me.

    It’s not just me she messes with, but it appears I’m the one she’s messing with the most and shows the most interest in. Given I’ve seen and heard her more often then everyone else. I don’t know why she’s haunting us, or even who or what she is exactly. All I do know is, she probably hasn’t got good intentions for me or any of us.

    I am now 18, and this is still happening regularly. In fact, I’m feeling that same feelings as I type this very email to you Midnight Fears.(It may sound crazy but it’s like she knows I’m typing about her.) I have somewhat grown used to her now and have become more difficult to scare or creep out after all this jump scaring. So I am able to keep my composure a bit better since that incident.

    I and my loved ones have other instants where we have seen her full outfit(We have all gave the same description, before knowing what the other saw too.) It looks like an old 1800’s dress.(Maybe older, but we think that’s the era from what we could make out.) Not extravagant or fancy, but just a simple one. Her dress is white with some patterns on it, very tattered and worn though, chunks of the lower portion of the skirt are pretty much gone.

    She mostly looks like a fresh pale corpse, to sometimes a rotting corpse in the middle of decay. Her legs are the oddest detail though, she has these weird brownish blackened boots on. The legs are usually very difficult to make out compared to the upper half of her body, which is easier to see. Oddly, I had seen her legs once to appear to be more like bird or chicken legs instead of human.

    Another weird characteristic about her is she seems to have moods. Most of the time she is malevolent. However, I have occasionally seen what I guess would be the “good side” to her as well. I’ve woken up halfway at times and seen her cradling my head, and when she sees me staring up at her she just gives this pleased or loving smile. She looks like the fresh pale corpse every time in this type of encounter.  This usually happen when I’m extremely tired and for the most part I just pass out again almost immediately. She is never aggressive in those circumstances. In fact her presence felt more soothing and caring, like she was trying to console me. This is extremely confusing to say the least, given her actions the majority of the time. (Not that I am complaining, I am actually somewhat relieved in these circumstances, I would much rather her come in that form than the more malevolent one. At least these encounters aren’t so bad.)

    Anyways, those are the experiences I wanted to share. I hope you read this, and I’m sorry if this email’s too long. If you want me to tell you more about the various encounters I and my loved ones have had with this spirit, just reply saying so, and I will respond as quickly as I can and I will tell you more.

    Hope you have a nice day, Midnight Fears.

    Sincerely,

    Patrick Lux

    Submitted by: Patrick Lux

  • Exorcist Backlash

    I want to tell you something that happened to me a few years back. I’m a born again Christian and have been for most of my life, but like some, we tend to get away from God and go into bad habits. I started drinking from time to time simply because of life’s frustration and anger. Well, one night I was home alone and had started drinking and was starting to get a little buzz. I felt a little brave and decided to watch the excorcist. At end of the movie I went to take the DVD out and thought to myself mumbling I like to kick his ass. Before I straightened up to go sit back down I got a little frisky and thought I’d walk backwards and flop on the couch, but as I stood up and started the process I looked to my left into the kitchen, I saw a tall man standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed staring dead at me as if to say,” well, here I am”. In the little time I saw him I was already in the process of landing on my couch. For what I can remember, he had dark circles around his eyes, clothed in black and red. As I landed on the couch I laid  there I trying to figure out what just happened. I was too scared to get up so I stayed there for awhile. I finally got up and had the nerve to look around but no one was there. As I think about it today I kinda joke about it thinking it definitely wasn’t pink elephants.

    Submitted by J. L.

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  • Dream Jumping

    Dream Jumping

    Dream Jumping

    This just happened recently only about three weeks ago and I have to tell someone about it. I am 16 years old and I am interested in telepathy and mental manipulation. I was in bed, sleeping and I had a dream of my friend Brandon standing about two feet from me and he was looking into my eyes. Just staring into me. I looked him in the eyes too as something told me to do so. As I was looking I felt like I was going to puke. I kept looking into his eyes and then I noticed he wasn’t just looking into my eyes, he was looking into my soul, digging and searching for something. I don’t know how I could tell but I just could.  When I woke up it was about 7:30 am and I was getting ready to check my computer as I’m now home schooled and I haven’t seen my friends for about a month. I decided to text my friend Brandon but before I could say anything he asked me if I ended up puking this morning. He asked me what I dreamed about also. How would he know about the puking feeling I had? I had asked him about it and he told me that was him dream jumping. He has been a good friend to me and can easily manipulate me into telling him anything as he only does this when I’m upset and don’t want to talk. I have been trying to find out what he did but I can’t figure it out.  He hasn’t done it to me ever since but I think he’s planning on getting to me again as I just have a feeling he will.

    Submitted by Indigo Child for J. C.

  • Clairvoyant?

    Clairvoyant?

    Clairvoyant?

    I was at home relaxing in the living room. I was about 11 years old. It was around 3:00 pm and my dad was getting ready to start dinner cause we usually eat around 4:30 or 5:00. While I was sitting in the living room a horrible thought of my dad messing with knives came to mind. He is usually good with knives but this time I had a horrid thought of him cutting himself really bad. I all of the sudden without thought yelled out to my dad, “Don’t cut yourself! That knife is sharp enough to slice you up really bad!” He told me it would be ok and he has never cut himself before. Later when he started to cut up some carrots for some soup he was making I heard him yell and I rushed in the kitchen and he had cut his finger to the bone. I saw on the counter the same knife I saw in the vision or thought I had earlier. A couple years later I saw was with my mom and she was sitting in her chair with the cat petting him. I went to stand and stretch and I went dizzy and I thought I saw the cat attack my mom for no reason. When I had regained my vision my mom was perfectly fine and nothing had happened. My mom noticed the look on my face and asked me what was wrong. I told her of the flash and asked her to be careful with the cat. She told me not to worry cause the cat was friendly and has never attacked anyone before. About ten minutes later she was playing with the cat and had angered it somehow and the same attack I saw earlier in a flash was happening. The cat had got up and smacked her in the face repeatedly with it’s claws out and had scratched her up pretty bad. This June I had another flash and I haven’t had on for two more years but this one was awful cause it involved the death of my uncle. I started crying and was freaking out. Later on June 12th my uncle passed away and I was devastated. I never told anyone of that flash cause I didn’t want to scare them. I haven’t had anymore flashes since then and I am happy cause I don’t want to deal with something like that ever again. I don’t know what it is but I guess I am clairvoyant or something.

    Submitted by Indigo Child

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  • About Me

    Hey, people of Midnight Fears. So you know, I found you on YouTube, I’m a fan of dark stories. After looking through ur site that was in a description to a video, I realized the tale of what I am would be pretty significant to add to your collection. In advance I inform you I am over thirteen, because I read the privacy policy. As my story goes, I’ll take the alias of Luna to protect my identity.
    I am a girl in my teens, and I am telling you that I see souls. I see the souls of the not only the dead, but the living as well. I can reach out and gently manipulate souls or block myself against them. My sight I guess has always been there, but I didn’t really notice it till I was seven and I saw a man who was claimed to be dead for several years standing at the foot of my bed, sending me screaming, running away. From that point on I became fascinated with the paranormal and the afterlife. As I got older, my talent of sight only grew stronger, and with the development of synesthesia, I have been able to tell people what color I see their soul as. The color tends to be more accurate when it comes from a nonsubjective viewpoint, since their favorite color tends to mix in, as I found out.
    At a certain point this August, I got a tablet and began to make friends online, of course, shun what you will, but this actually became an opportunity for me to help people and at the same time protect me from the creeps and poisonous people that lurk. Of course, now I tend to play on the darker side, and keep some of the people who would b predators, tame them and have them be my quirky buddies.
    I have a nice friend from a different part of the world who I’ve talked about my ability with, and as it so happens, he has the same ability, not as strong as me, but he does in fact hold it. He and I like to train each other with pictures of our friends and see how close our general readings are close to the person’s actual personality.
    As I’ve gone about this new area of internet, and this new part in my life, I’ve discovered a lot of people with similar abilities to mine. I’ve coming to calling people with such talents vala, as in the Nordic seers, who saw the dead, predicted the future and other important things, but it mainly translates to seer.
    If any of you have questions feel free to email me back on this subject, I’d be happy to oblige and I hope you all are interested in my case of me.

    Submitted by Luna

     

  • Christmas Kidnapper

    Christmas Kidnapper

    This happened yesterday at a major retail store between 2 & 3pm on Wednesday the 16th, 2015. Let me give you a little background information. I’m 5’4, 112 pound mother of 2. My daughter 6 and my son 1. We just moved back to California from Washington in November because my boyfriend was getting out of the military.

    Anyways my boyfriend’s parents sent our kids a $80 gift card to a well known retail store. I decided to take them when my daughter got out of school. (Wednesday’s are half days at her school) so we head down to the store. It was a nightmare because the whole place was under construction from the parking lot to the inside.

    We finally get inside with my son in the cart and my daughter next me. We look at the toys, shoes, etc. my daughter says that she wants to get a purse. So we start looking for them.

    We ended up in the woman’s clothing area. Let me explain this area. It looks like they shoved everything into the corner, that whole area was under construction. There was areas that you could easily get in and out of. There was 2 young girls in that area too. My daughter and I are laughing at the silly Christmas sweaters.

    I noticed a man about my age standing in the row behind us. White guy about 5’10 180+ pounds, shaved head and a blonde goatee. I thought to myself how clueless this guy was. So we continue to look at different stuff when I notice the guy was fallowing us. The 2 young girls left so it was just me, my 2 kids and this man.

    He starts pacing back-and-forth and takes his sweater off and puts it over his arms. He had full tattoo sleeves black and grey on both arms. On his left arm it looked like he had flames going up his arm. I noticed because I am also covered in tattoos.

    So I grab my daughter and start walking away, then he starts walking behind us. My blood ran cold when I heard his camera go off a few times. I turn around and see his phone pointed directly at my daughter. I was getting freaked out now. When I looked again he had his sweater open to where it looked like he was going to bag her with it and run.

    I gave him a dirty look and start walking fast with a grip on my daughters arm. I kept looking behind me and he was still following us. I started weaving in and out of the aisles to lose him. I eventually found a worker and told her what happened. She grabs another worker and I tell her the same thing. I paid for my stuff and left. I made sure no one followed me to my car.

    As soon as I got home I called the store and spoke to the manager and she said that they were aware of the situation. They knew what happened and she already looked at the surveillance footage. She said the guy started following us as soon as we stepped into the store, she even could tell the exact moment that he took a picture because how I turned around and booked it out of there.

    I called the police and made a police report. I was such an easy target because of the small girl and I have two small children one standing next to me and one in the cart he could’ve easily taken her out the side that was under construction. What would I do then? I couldn’t leave my son in the middle of the store and chase after my daughter. If I took my son with me, he would have gotten away easily. So many questions and what if’s.

    The scary part is they couldn’t find him in the store after that. I wish there was a way I could get the video. I’m just happy that my daughter is safe. It makes me sick to think if I just let her out of my sight for one second how different that outcome could’ve been.

    Submitted by K.K.

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  • Horror On Chipman Street

    Horror On Chipman Street

    Hello Midnight Fears,

    I absolutely love watching your Youtube channel! I actually just watched one of your videos about true crime and well, I have a personal story for you. What happen to a teenage couple here in my home town was and is still the scariest crime ever committed! I have attached a link to one of several news stories about this horrendous crime. Just google the names if you want to read more about it. Please read the article first and then I have a little story to go along with it.

    I will summarize the news article now. Please be advised that the following true story contains graphic violence and extreme sexual assault.

    In January of 2007 a young couple were carjacked, kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered by five suspects. This violent crime was committed in Knoxville, Tennessee and still haunts residents to this day.

    21-year-old Channon Christian was angry with her 23-year-old boyfriend Christian Newsom for being late to pick her up to go to a friend’s birthday party. She was waiting in her Toyota 4-Runner in front of an apartment complex.

    Newsom was trying to make it up to her by hugging and kissing his girlfriend while he stood just outside the drivers door. Neither one of the happy couple noticed the car driven by the three would be attackers. Eric “E” Boyd borrowed a car from his cousin and went to hijack a car from someone with his friend Letalvis “Roman” Cobbins and Cobbins’ brother Lemaricus “Slim” Davidson.

    Davidson was thought to be the ring leader of the evil group. Davidson was angry that his girlfriend had left two days prior to the crime. Cobbins was Davidson’s brother and had come to live with him from Kentucky earlier that year. He also brought his friend George “G” Thomas and his girlfriend Vanessa Coleman to live with his brother because the three friends were homeless. None of them had jobs so they all needed money.

    A day after Davidson’s girlfriend left him, he concocted a plan to commit a carjacking with the help of his friend Eric Boyd and his brother Cobbins. Cobbins told law enforcement that Davidson said, “He like, man, I’m fixing to go carjack somebody, man, try and get me some money.”

    The next day they came upon Christian and Newsom in the parking lot. Boyd and Davidson jumped out of the car and approached the young couple with guns drawn while Boyd remained in their car. The two thugs pushed the couple into Christian’s Toyota at gunpoint and drove off with Cobbins following behind in Boyd’s cousin’s car.

    The couple were bound and Christian was thrown on the back of a face down Newsom. They were driven to Davidson’s house on Chipman Street. Cobbins told police he knew the couple were going to die at that point. He explained to police, “Two white people, white kids, this (expletive) fixing to get crazy, man, you know what I mean?” Cobbins said.

    Hours after disappearing Newsom’s body was discovered by railroad tracks not too far from Davidson’s home. Forensic evidence showed he had been anally raped and had foreign objects inserted into his anus as well.

    Newsom’s body was found with his ankles bound with his own belt, hands tied behind his back, gagged with a sock and a sweatshirt over his head tied around his neck with a shoelace. He was forced to walk barefoot on the railroad tracks to the place of his murder. Statements from the suspects detail Newsom’s demise. Davidson forced Thomas to fire the first shot, striking Newsom’s neck another shot was fired into his back. Davidson then took the .22 caliber revolver and fired the kill shot execution style to the back of Newsom’s head. They then wrapped his body in a comforter, doused him with gasoline and lit his body on fire.

    Christian’s ordeal at the hands of the attackers was just as gruesome. She was told to comply with their demands and she wouldn’t be hurt. Cobbins told her if she performed oral sex, he would let her go. The 21-year-old blonde Christian was terrified said Cobbins. While she was alive she was repeatedly raped by the men orally, vaginally and anally.

    There was no mercy for Christian. She hogtied and was raped so hard orally the police say a membrane in her mouth was severed. Her genitals were either beaten with a blunt object or kicked so severely that it caused a massive pooling of blood. It is believed by authorities that it was Vanessa Coleman who caused the damage to her genitals while the men raped and ravaged her. She then suffered two large blows to the back of the head and was dragged from the bedroom to the living room where bleach was poured down her throat in a failed attempt to destroy any DNA evidence left behind. After pouring the bleach down her throat, fingerprints showed Davidson and his brother wrapped her in plastic garbage bags while she was still alive and stuffed her into a trash can where she eventually died.

    In a nutshell that was what happened on Chipman Street in Knoxville on January 7,th 2007.

    Now our viewer, Kimberly continues with her story.

    The very next day after this crime took place my husband and I went to visit a friend at his house who had just been released from prison like 2-3 weeks before. We had seen him earlier at a get together when he got out.

    We got to talking and he asked us if we remember the guy who was also released from prison just a couple of days before my husband’s friend. Of course we remembered him from the get together earlier, he was a six foot tall muscular black guy. It was kind of hard not to remember him. Lol.

    So our friend continued and asked us, “you know those two kids they are looking for?” We said “Yeah the two white kids who dissappeared,” we responded. He said, “Well The big guy from the party came by here last night with the girl’s SUV… UMMM, excuse me!!?? I said in disbelief. Oh, by the way this guy lived literally five houses down from our friend. So yeah.

    It is so freaking crazy that I was at a party with these monsters along with my 2 children mo less just a few weeks earlier.  What they did to that couple for no reason is mind boggling. I then find out he drove the girl’s car to my friend’s house the night before. What if we had been there that night instead?

    Oh and our friend was leaving the night they killed those two and he said that he actually saw their car by the train tracks that night with the lights off and the engine running.

    Now all this was before anyone knew the young couple were missing.  The girls car was found a house down from our friends house.  This was a crazy event that still seems surreal to me to this day!

    Well I hope you find this as creepy as I do and did.

    Thank you for your time,

    Kimberly

    Just one of many articles about this horrid crime.

    http://www.knoxnews.com/news/local-news/horror-of-christiannewsom-killings-in-focus

     

  • Basketball Creeps

    Basketball Creeps

    Well this my true scary story. It happened when i was 7 years old. Let me begin telling you there was this creepy house by us that was across from my backyard. A family moved in around October and they were kind of creepy as well but for the most part they minded their own business so it was okay.

    Until about a month later in November I was out jumping on the trampoline my Grandpa got for me on my seventh birthday. My mom was outside watching me and everything was okay. My mom had to go inside for just a minute or two, and when she did two young African American males stepped out of the bushes. I hadn’t noticed them there before. One was tall and the other was shorter. The short one was carrying a basketball.

    Now I loved playing basketball at school so that kind of interested me. However, I had also been learning about stranger danger and safety at school during this time as well. The fact that this was in the early evening and it was getting dark added to the creep factor. I knew they weren’t playing basketball and the way they came out of the bushes when my mom left set my danger sensors off.

    They were coming closer to me without saying anything. I started to get scared but I couldn’t run for some reason. I just stood there. Suddenly my mom opens the back door and yells out my name. Both of the guys took off running like crazy.

    It was about a week later and the creepy family in house from across our backyard suddenly left. They just picked up and moved after only being there for about a month. We did report what happened to the police when we found out that two African American males tried to actually snatch another little girl in our neighborhood.

    Here is the creepy thing. It turned out that the two guys were part of the family that suddenly moved out and the police said they were probably watching me the whole time they were there. As far as I know, they were never caught.

    Submitted by Jessica

     

  • Nearly Kidnapped

    Nearly Kidnapped

    I grew up in an affluent neighborhood about 45 minutes away from a major city in the US. My neighborhood was a total bedroom community around 4,000 people, which means virtually no crime aside from stupid rich-tard kids driving around hitting mailboxes with a baseball bat. I had much more sense early on because both of my parents worked hard and taught me the value of doing the same along with other virtues like respect and just generally not being a total clownshoes asshole to people.

    Anyway, for reference this event happened when I was 12 in the late 90’s. I’m a girl and though I’ve since grown about 4″, I was about 5’2″ and probably barely 100lbs. I’ve always been very athletic, playing multiple sports from the time I was even mildly conscious because I have a good number of high-level athletes in my family including my dad. My mom is from a major city and taught me the value of awareness of my surroundings early. All this will make sense in a moment. She always told me to have my keys to our house out and in my hand as soon as I got off the school bus to walk down my street home, though I never knew why. I’m SO glad she always stressed this because I’m pretty certain it saved my life.

    So, one day I say bye to my friends and hop off the bus to take the short walk down to my house. My street curves in a half circle, which makes it difficult to see around the curve. So basically, you can only see a bit in front and behind as you walk. It’s the least creepy street ever, neighbors all around with a comfortable distance between houses. As I’m mindlessly walking around my curving street, I get a funny feeling that makes me turn and look behind me just as the crossing street is going out of my view. I see a man walking down the street that mine makes a ‘T’ shape with, the one I was dropped off on. “Hm. Weird,” I think as I’ve never seen him before and not to say we knew EVERYONE but what struck me was that he wasn’t really dressed like people did around there. He was dressed fine in jeans and a polo, both of which were way too big.

    I shrugged and kept walking, but something was really bothering me about this guy. I was about to walk by my next-door neighbors’ house, still pondering what was making me feel scared, when I looked back again. I figured I’d have to walk out into the street a bit to see where he went, but no. I had walked a fair distance, but this guy was suddenly no more than 10 ft from me. You always think in situations like this you’d scream or something, but my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t fathom how he’d gotten so close that fast and his wide-eyed hyper-focused stare threw daggers into my stomach. I knew I was in big, BIG trouble. Not wanting to find out what the fuck he wanted, who he was or why he was gaining on me, I went directly into flight mode knowing my house was about 100 yards away. I noped hard.

    I took off running across my driveway and realized he was running after me because I heard his feet on the asphalt then on my driveway, I know he was close because I ran track but I didn’t waste time looking back. Realizing my backpack, which probably weighed half of what I did, was slowing me down I threw my arms back holding my keys in a death grip. I knew I could out run him if I weren’t so heavy and my backpack slipped off. I was able to gain distance on him and I don’t know if it was panic or adrenaline whatever, but my front door keyhole became huge in my eyesight and I jammed my key in and got inside. I slammed my big ass oak door so hard that it recoiled and half thinking about what could happen if he got into my empty house I slammed it closed and locked it. I stood there for a second just wide-eyed and confused until I realized I should look out of the peephole. When I did, it was pitch black. More confusion. It was 3pm.

    I stood looking and starting to shake uncontrollably and that’s when I saw why it was black. Light started coming through as I saw this fucking creep’s eye and then him backing away from my door having tried to look in! He was that close to me. He stood there for a moment, eyeballing my door and house, probably looking for another way in. Then he started turning around on my porch to face the street cursing under his breath, I could see him mouthing it but couldn’t hear partially I’m sure because I was in total shock.

    Then he raises the creep factor to new heights. He skip-walks off my porch, across my giant lawn to the street in the same direction we had been running and raises his hand in the air. From behind my very tall pine trees on the right side from my vantage point, I see a white, windowless van pull up in front and he hops in. I can’t see the driver because of the tinted windows in front, but they sat there and I swear I could feel them looking at my door maybe figuring out what to do next. I’m shaking writing this now.

    They drove off and I slumped to the floor shaking and freaking out so hard I legitimately had to crawl to my kitchen. I hid and called my mom who despite working all the way downtown in the city made the 45 minute drive home in 15. She drove around ready to pull their spines out because although she’s the kindest person I’ve ever known she will kick. your. ass. or worse if you mess with me haha. We called the cops and I gave my statement, but they never found those freaks. So creepy bait-and-switch kidnappers, let’s not EVER meet.

    Submitted by SineDeoPereo

  • My Three “Shadow People” Encounters

    My Three “Shadow People” Encounters

    The following episode of my life (or episodes, I should say) involved three paranormal or just plain weird events that seemed to be interconnected.   One of the events seemed to lead to a sort of epilogue event that happened a year later.  As I wrote this story yesterday and today, I became aware that it sounds more crazy than I originally thought.

    It started in May of 2010, when I was going through a pretty rough period, unable to get my business going, unable to get a job, completely without income, and facing my first-ever eviction, which was coming up in about ten days.  My situation was so bad that the eviction meant I would probably lose everything and become homeless.  How I got to that low point in my life is another story…..

    I went to bed feeling very depressed and anxious, worried about my impending dead-end life.  In the middle of the night I woke up with a jolt and saw movement in the open doorway of my bedroom.  I’m not sure if a noise disturbed my sleep, but I was shocked to see the silhouettes of two men standing by the door, dim light filtering in through a window behind them.  As soon as I gasped, the man closest to me lunged forward and tried to touch a metallic-looking object to my head.  Instinctively I grabbed his wrists and tried to push him back, but he pressed his full weight on me.  It was too dark to see his face, but all of my attention was on the object nearing my forehead. I’m not sure, but I think he was able to finally touch me with it.  In that moment, both men disappeared, leaving me sitting up in bed, out of breath, sweating, my hands still raised to clutch wrists that were no longer there.  I sat there for a long while, looking around me and wondering what the hell had just happened.  Had it been a dream, or was it real?  (I have a theory about the “reality” of it now;  I’ll talk about that later.)

    I finally got up enough nerve to slide out of bed and inspect the small, one-bedroom house that I still rent to this day, five years later.  The metal bars across my front and back doors were still in place and locked, and there was no evidence of intruders.  Everything was still in place.  The clock said that it was a little past four in the morning, a fact that would become important later.

    It took me a while to fall asleep again, and when I did, I had a vivid dream that I won’t tell in much detail now (since this is mostly a story about the so-called shadow people), although it heralded the second “paranormal” event.  In general terms, the dream was about two people–a husband and wife I’d known for a long time but hadn’t seen in about three years–coming to help me. The very next evening, the couple I’d dreamt about actually did come to my house with an offer of help, including a job opportunity and three hundred dollars cash that they happened to have with them for some unknown reason, and which I would now use to pay off part of my back rent.  The wife told me no one had told them I was in trouble, but she had just “had a feeling” there was something wrong with me.

    I’m getting a little off the track here, but that job opportunity would eventually lead to an even better job situation, one that I’m still involved with today.  In other words, I was never evicted and never became homeless….

    Anyway, back to the story:  There were details in the dream that matched what the couple said and did during their visit.  For instance, the husband’s job offer involved me designing a website and helping him set up a booth at the New Mexico State Fair in September of that year.  In the dream, I had met the couple while running a booth at a fairground–something I had never done before in real life.

    After I thanked them profusely and they left, I rushed over to my landlady’s house, which is right next door to mine, on the same half-acre plot of land.  With a big smile, I handed my landlady the three hundred dollars, and announced that I just got a job.  I had already lived here for twelve years, and she liked me, so she canceled the eviction notice on the spot and had me sit down at her kitchen table to talk.  Just like that, I was saved from disaster.  (Of course, I still had back rent to pay!)

    As we finished talking, she asked me what I’d been doing outside last night.  That brought me up short.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  I couldn’t remember having been outside at all the previous day.

    I told her, “Hm, I don’t think I was outside.  What time did you see me?”

    When she had said “last night,” I thought she meant 8 or 9 p.m.  Instead, she said,  “You were outside on your porch at four in the morning, talking to your friend, Rich.”

    I immediately thought of the two men in my room.  I said, “Rich wasn’t here yesterday, and I wasn’t outside either, especially at that time.  Are you sure it was us?”

    She told me she had gotten up from bed around four o’clock and heard voices outside.  She had looked out of the large picture window facing my house and saw the two silhouettes of men standing on my front porch.  She had assumed it was me and Rich, even though she couldn’t see them clearly, and she called my name through the window, asking if everything was okay. She said the men just stood there, still and quiet.  She felt weird about it and decided to go back to bed.

    By now my mind was all over the place, trying to piece everything together:  the men on my porch, the men in my room, the prophetic dream.  Even if the men hadn’t been the same as the ones in my room, what the hell were two strangers doing on my front porch at four in the morning?

    As it turned out, nothing else related to this happened until a little more than a year later.  In the late spring or early summer of 2011, when I was working on my computer late one night, I suddenly remembered the shadow people incident.  It just seemed to pop into my head from out of nowhere, and I felt myself getting creeped out by the memory–especially the fact that my landlady had seen two “shadow men” on my porch.  I continued working, but my unease grew.  I started to feel certain that something else was going to happen later tonight–maybe another visit from the men–which made it very hard to drag myself to bed.

    When I finally did make it to bed, it took me a while to fall asleep.  At 1:30 a.m., a loud noise startled me awake.  Disoriented, I listened to the sound of a large, metallic-sounding object–like a steel pipe–being dragged across the stucco wall outside, right behind my bed.  It started on my left, beyond my bedroom wall, and scraped along, passing behind me, until it stopped when it reached the wall to my right. Between the wall behind me and the neighbor’s fence is a corridor that’s about four feet wide and covered with dirt and a few weeds.  I listened for footsteps in that corridor, but heard nothing.  The scraping had stopped.  A minute or so passed before I was greeted with a new and more disturbing sound, this one coming from under my nightstand:  the crackling of paper, like a bag being crumpled.  It was pretty loud, and I lay still, listening and trying to figure out what could be causing it.  I had had mice in this house once before;  the noise reminded me of that.

    I finally decided to roll over slowly, grab my alarm clock, whose face was illuminated a dull orange, and shine it under the nightstand.  I stared in disbelief:  there was nothing there at all–no mouse and no bag–and yet the sound was definitely emanating from that space, unaffected by the light.  That did it:  I shot out of bed and switched on the light, looked in the closet beyond the nightstand, searched the bathroom, kitchen, living room.  Nothing.  By now the sound had stopped, and neither sound returned as I tried to fall asleep again.  One of my last thoughts before I succeeded in passing out was the memory of something I had read in Communion, one of Whitley Strieber’s books about his UFO abduction experiences.  This whole nighttime noise thing reminded me of a time when Whitley was alone in one of his homes (I think it was in upstate New York).  Even though he had lots of security surrounding the home, someone or something had managed to come right up to his house and pound on the walls nine times, in three groups of three, without setting off any alarms.  Little did I know that that thought about Whitley Strieber would lead to–or seem to lead to–a final event in this strange tale.

    The next day, as the sun was starting to set, my cell phone rang, and I found myself talking to my landlady, who was home at the time.  She’s in her eighties and has trouble walking, so she usually contacts me by phone instead of crossing over to my house to knock on the door.  I can’t remember what we talked about, but I do remember sitting in a chair a few feet away from the front door.  I rarely get unannounced visitors, since I live in a semi-rural neighborhood without a lot of pedestrian traffic, so I was startled when someone knocked loudly, three times, on the door before me.  I told my landlady I had a visitor, and I’d call her back after I saw who it was–but when I opened the door and stared through metal bars of the security gate, there was no one there.  I didn’t hear footsteps running away, but it seemed obvious that it had been a kid playing a prank.  I opened the gate and looked around the side of the house and down the street.  No kids.  The daylight was dimming, but I could still see pretty well in all directions.

    I went back in the house and dialed my landlady.  It took her a while to answer, and when she did, she was out of breath.  She told me that right after I hung up, someone pounded on her door three times.  She also found no one there when she answered it.  She said the pounding on my door had been so loud that she could hear it inside her house, but she didn’t see anyone on my porch when she looked out her window.

    We continued our conversation, while I remained standing, periodically drawing back the curtain on my front door window to see if I could catch a glimpse of whoever was pranking us.  I just finished doing that one last time, standing only a foot away from the unlocked door, when the door shook with three more loud knocks that scared the hell out of me and made me jump back.  I reacted quickly, pulling the door open to see–nothing.  No one at all.  No footsteps crunching away on the gravel driveway before me.  I pushed through the iron gate and, cell phone in hand, ran around the side of the house to peer at the corridor behind my bedroom, where I saw nothing but dirt and a few weeds.  I then hurried back the other way, rounding the corner of my landlady’s house.  Still nothing.  There really was nowhere for anyone to hide.  So where were they?

    By the time I came back to my front door, my landlady had hobbled outside to meet me.  I was fairly disturbed by now, having realized that the visitor had knocked on our doors in three groups of three, just like Strieber’s visitor.  That coincidence and the fact that the prankster appeared to be invisible really had me wondering if there was a connection–maybe even a connection to the shadow men, since that memory, last night, seemed to trigger all of these events.  Despite how nervous I was, my landlady just shrugged it off as kids playing a prank.

    Three years have passed without any more shadowy visitations, although I’ve had quite a few other strange experiences that I’ve talked about in various online posts.  All of them have served to shift my world view, my view of reality.  I now have the feeling that we live simultaneously in multiple realities, dimensions or universes; some of which “bleed through” into this earthly one from time to time.  As far as whether or not the shadow men were real or characters in a dream, I tend to think that it was a little of both.  I’m starting to believe that we sometimes enter into alternate states that are neither dreaming nor waking, but somewhere in between.  The men were real, sentient entities, I think, existing in a sort of nether world that I somehow entered into.  When the men disappeared, it wasn’t because they vanished, but because I had shifted out of their reality, into my own.  Something like that, anyway…

    Submitted by K.V.

     

  • Hell’s Prison

    Hell’s Prison

    I’m  a 52 year  old  male  but  still  very  youthful, I am blessed that way. I also know things and sometimes I see visions. I believe God allows this at times, by His Grace.

    When  I was  21, people did not have the internet. I fell on very hard times at this point in my life. I had no phone and I didn’t even see a TV in months. Back then my great  grandmother, God rest her soul, used to always send me gospel tracts about hell and even people’s visions of it. Some people even claimed to have had near death experiences and visited hell. I was always curious about what hell would be like. Little did I know that later in the year, my curiosity would be satisfied.

    I had my own vision, and that one and only vision of hell is permanently burned into my memory. It will remain there until I die.  There are many  different visions of hell, but what I saw was a very dark and dingy but huge room filled with endless aisles of neatly lined rows of cages, crammed like sardines with suffering condemned souls.

    The cages were like jail cells with flat iron bars and about  3 or 4 maybe even 5 stories high. The bars of the cages were spaced large enough so that even a large man of my stature could easily squeeze through the spaces. They had no doors and the occupants were all crammed in but not too tightly at the bottom of the cells. They couldn’t  get out. They were all standing up crying and wailing in a terror. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, if they were saying anything.

    Most alarmingly, there were also huge dark figures scattered around strategically. There were no more than 6 or so, but they were giant and very dark and terrifying. The head and eyes of these creatures were perfectly round the eyes had a dull yellow orange fire look with no expression or life in them at all. Their mouths were very wide and filled with perfectly squared teeth.  The teeth looked to be like very sharp cast iron, very sharp and the same color as black cast iron.

    Their bodies had no real width, just plain up and down, but they were still  huge and  looked to be very strong. The head and body were a cross between wicker and a hard baseball without the leather covering. I could see right through them but to my horror, there was a fire in the middle of their bodies. The fire burned a very dull yellow inside their rib cages. They didn’t necessarily look dead, but appeared completely devoid of any life. They were as tall as the cage cells.

    They would walk into the cells with the people straight through the bars and tower over the occupants.  The giants would pick up a half  dozen or so of the poor souls in the cages while they screamed and yelled. The they would drop them right into their mouths with those terrible teeth. It was like us eating french fries or gummi bears by the handful. Then those creatures would chew them to pieces with those cast iron teeth.

    The most horrible thing was the people couldn’t die, they could only suffer and scream in agonizing pain. I watched this happen and saw some of the people looked at me. They yelled and waved for me to leave. I was taken out of the vision just as one of  those giant dark figures saw me and began to walk towards me.

    My interpretation is those cells were not there to imprison the people, but only contain them. Those dark figures were not there to guard them so they couldn’t escape, but rather torment them until the time of their judgement. That is one place I don’t want to be  caught dead in, no pun intended.

    As for the facilitators of all of the vile evil going on in this world, that place will be their home. I wear my religion on my sleeve now, and I believe Jesus can save anyone from going to that horrible place, that is if we want him to.

    I can not speak for  anyone else, only for me and nothing that exists in this world is worth me earning a home in that terrible place. All the evil and terror you could imagine, even those horrible deep web stories, everything combined only pales in comparison to the suffering I saw in hell. Once you are there, you have no hope of escape, EVER!!!!!!

    Submitted by Eddie

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  • Confessions of a Deep Web Hacker

    Confessions of a Deep Web Hacker

    Confessions of a Deep Web Hacker

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    Hello,

    I would first like to tell you about myself.  I am or was a hacker, whether I am still active or not is irrelevant.  The World Wide Web is not a place where we rest, we barely ever come to the surface.  Mainly I browse through networks, maybe copying a file here or there.  I am not as malicious as I used to be.  And you do not have to worry about me but maybe this story.

    First off as I’ve stated earlier I am not malicious anymore, so that being stated I want to let everyone know how to safely connect to the onion router (tor). To keep things simple, this is for the common person with no criminal intent, not for hackers or any criminal so keep that in mind.

    First of do NOT use a windows os!!!  I don’t know how or why people still do this.  The reason for this is there is something called local leakage which is caused by Java or any Microsoft based script.  Any sniffer can pick this up.  Secondly, use whonix (tails works ok too but not as good). Put the os and tor on a flash drive and boot from the flash.  And third this is how most get dox’d uninstall all webcam drives and programs within your Microsoft os.  If I can get into your webcam on and take a ss and your owned.  Google images reverse search now I have your fb, Twitter, ect all social media.  I am not on social media mainly for this reason.  Lastly do NOT get a vpn, get a ssh tunnel much more secure at the moment with all the malware and sigint surrounding the Vpn networks, and you cannot trust any U.S. Based Vpn some even say any vpn provider with the U.S. Coalitions territory.

    //in the beginning//  ****names and times have been changed to protect identities*****

    I started off learning about programs and script writing when Counter Strike 1.0 came out back in the late 90s.  I would sell config.cfg for the game based off the clients hardware to optimize the performance of the game.  A worthless 10 bucks and I’ll write the best .cfg to optimize the game.   Now I won’t tell you how old I was but I was in my teens.  I received an invite one day after school inviting me to a group called the kewl kidz krew or the kkk(the name of the group changes every month or so but for all intent and purpose we will refer to them as the kewl kidz krew) within an embedded irc network.

    It was a wide array of people from all different countries and different perspectives on everything.  Though they all had one goal in common,  to share knowledge and skill it was a collective of extremely bright people.  Now I personal am not the brightest,  I am as to retain and solve mathematical information and equations like a pro but I couldn’t write a fucking sentence to save my life,  funny how are brains work right?? Any way this group taught me everything and were always willing to help.  There was a lot of mutual respect among each other.  Before tor it was a complete pain in the fucking ass to connect to networks that couldn’t be obtained by indexers such as Google or Bing.  So yes, I know how to search without it but on December 20th 2012 that all changed with the public release of the onion router.  At this point I was a malicious little fuck that felt like the world was against me,  I do not condone any of my actions, and hate to think I was as big of a little shit or troll online as I was, truly scaring kids.  I can say with some certainty that one or two of the deep web stories of people getting hacked was probably us.  Just to troll though we were teens haha not murderers.  And for those stories with murderers are mostly bs I mean it’s possible, but mostly they were trolls looking for a good scare.

    First off if your thinking of going deep, the hidden wiki won’t allow this.  It will allow you to get into the surface of the deepweb.  Nothing more if you want to go further.  So first I started my search as I did most days after work, compiling my own networks that are not on the hidden wiki. I was going through a network log just to try and see how secure this network actually was (I was looking into how to shell an onion site.).  The log was encrypted, which is pretty standard but the funny thing was, it was an old encryption…… Idiots I thought… Well to this day I still don’t know who was the cat and who was the mouse.

    I shared my finding with the kewl kidz krew and one of my friends that I had grown to trust, we shell call him “impulse” said he could decide the encryption for me.  I could have done this, but why would I when someone else will right?

    The next day I came home and there it was, all different links ips actions associated with the ips.  Everything!  There was one ip that stuck out like a soar thumb, it was right there.  We all discussed why this ip frequently visited the site.  Well it was a proxy, go figure, but impulse said he’d be able to get the actual ip.  Ok, I said lets see who it is.

    About two and a half weeks went by,  at this point I honestly was working on other things.  But I received a message. Impulse had gotten the ip.  I sat up for hours, waiting for my chance to scare who ever was behind this ip.  I tried to dox the ip, nothing came up not even an isp provider sooooo I know he’s got a vpn hardware anonymizer that simply plugs into one of your router ports and redirects you around your isp provider.  How do I know this?  I have one too.  You cannot purchase them,  anonabox and similar pieces of hardware on the market are frauds don’t waste your money, just research it and make your own.

    I waited almost all night for the fucker to connect.  He never connected, I would have started off with the usual stuff, opening his cd tray and turning off his monitor.  A msg though popped up on the network that was not encrypted with a time stamp of a second ago.  It read “are you enjoying our mock network?”  I ran a network protocol tool similar to shark wire.  At this point impulse was helping me.  There was a submask within the mock network that seemed to be remotely accessing the mock network.  Impulse got another friend in on the action who truly could help us if anyone could.

    A second message appeared, as we were tearing apart the network.  “There is no point in going any further,  you will find nothing” and for two hours we didn’t find anything, and there were no more msgs. At this point it was close to 6 am and I had to go to work.

    When I came home, I grabbed the mail and the turned on the tv and played with the dog (I cannot specify the breed because it is illegal in most states, and yes I am from the United States). It is a big dog that is half wild 😉 My vanguard :). After dinner I went through my mail,  there was one envelope with no return or stamps….  Someone put this in my mailbox.  Maybe a rsvp for a birthday party I thought as I tore open the envelope.  At first I thought it was empty but when I looked down in my lap there was a small piece of paper, like the ones in fortune cookies you find at Chinese restaurants.  It had a string of numbers, I didn’t know what they represented at first.  I tried inputting the string of numbers and letters into the onion router, and nothing.  Then I tried converting them.  It looked to me like some sort of hexadecimal string of numbers, nothing in deci., text, rot13 , nothing.

    I msg’ impulse about it, he didn’t respond for several mins which isn’t like him.  He was pretty freaked out, I could tell because he was misspelling everything.  He said his friend the other night hasn’t been online.  Well I thought it’s only been one day.  Then he replied I got the string in my mail too, but I also got a Polaroid picture.  I never saw the Polaroid.  But he described it as a picture of a mutilated girl…..  He said he knew the friend he brought in to help us was a girl, and there was a time stamp on the Polaroid…..   But with his note it stated not to look any further, and to only use the instructions given to us, he knew what we were searching for and he/she could help as long as we followed the instructions.   He also stated that they do not play well with others.  Impulse said that the number wasn’t an onion, he said he couldn’t believe I’ve forgotten so fast.  It was a string of cmd s like we used before tor.

    We talked it over for about a week,  we realized at this point we were on our own and shouldn’t bring someone else into this with everything that was going on.  And I was not fully convinced as Impulse that this was legit, prolly just some other troll. I finally convinced impulse to do it, but he said he would only do it if we met in person and if we did it together, almost like a LAN party.  At this point I really knew he was freaked out.  He is known for mining Bitcoin and other currencies, so as far as money went there wasn’t an issue.  We agreed to meet in San Francisco at a cafe called “Joes” off 20th something and Geary

    I had some fake ids and flew into San Francisco no problem.  I didn’t have a picture of Impulse or even a real name.  I walked to the front of joes cafe, it had a big window looking in.  It was crowded as all hell.  I sat there staring for 5mins it seemed like, when I hear a voice call out my alias. A skinny kid like me approached he was about a few inches shorter than me.  He explained that he had been paranoid for so long.  Being the stoner I was at the time, I told him to chill and smoke a spliff in the park.  I found some easy, San Fran, what can I say?  Thanks to the tenderloin right??  It calmed him down greatly.

    We started later that night when impulse seemed to be a little more loose and determined not to let this dick wipe win.  I told him they prolly did it through a layer 7 Ddos attack on his friend’s network and then sent you that, to scare you.  This made sense, with layer 7’s your network is at the control of the ddoser.  This thought put his mind at ease. I only wish it were true….

    We follow the string of cmds throwing it through all kinds of networks until we found it.  Right where they wanted us to be. Now impulse ,I will say came from an outstanding computer science college in the city of Cambridge Ma.  He studied mainly general computer programming and algorithm based programming, and was one of the best I might add.  Which is something I don’t think they saw coming.  He encrypted everything to the point that if our computer went into sleep mode, it would still encrypt every aspect of what was on our machines.  So gg.

    Upon the final cmd, it prompted us with a directory that contained message boards and all kinds of videos as well.  We searched through a lot of it.  It seemed to be a collection of knowledge, like our group but they were far more advanced than I could ever imagine being.  They had stuff from math problems, to networking, to killings…. It was a masterpiece of information.  Wtf is this I thought.  They had everything from a collection of different cults but one stood out, I will leave it unamed.  It was a cult we found out after digging for another 20 mins or so, that seemed to be all over this network.  We tried searching them on our phone so we didn’t bump into the .coms on tor (rookie mistake).  Nothing. There is absolutely nothing on them on the World Wide Web.

    Hmmmm, interesting I thought because with all the coverage of the deep web I figured something must arise from this,  but goose egg.  I returned to the directory seeing a brand new msg posted less then a minute ago

    “I see you followed the obligation you had to your friend,  this is us.  Would you like to look deeper?”

    We did not respond and about another 10mins or so, another msg popped up on the board, “This is starting to get really annoying”

    I thought fuck this guy, I’m dropping a worm and I’m gunna have ur ass by dawn.  But impulse was already on it.  He dropped a string of worms that I have never seen before.  It was masked so well.  We drank a beer sitting and waiting, until another msg popped up,

    “This is all we needed from you”

    Our computers locked, I couldn’t even move the mouse.  We pulled the ethernet cables and packed up the equipment so fast and got out of there faster than anyone else could have, I swear.  We didn’t even bother to check out of our hotel, we just went straight to another.  We were freaked out.  Was that the government or something?  How the fuck did they do that?   We tried to get as much sleep as possible.  All I could think about was how much damage did they cause,  I mean they could have destroyed my hackbot network, I’d be screwed.  Years of work down the drain.

    The next morning, I promised a friend from my high school I’d meet up with him. I left impulse asleep in the hotel.  He knew I’d be back after I met my friend.  I told him about it the night before.  I met my buddy “Tom” for breakfast.  We talked about high school and all the shit we used to get into.  We were weird as fuck in an innocent laughable way,  and I felt like myself again, but then I realized it had been three hours already.  So, “Tom” and I went to go get impulse.  We opened the door and there was absolutely nothing in the room, not even impulse.  I was confused.  I called impulse multiple times,  my computer was gone and I was pissed.  I7 2.8quad 32 gig mem, and it was a laptop I built myself.  You can imagine how much that was.  Fuck I thought.

    I kept sending messages to his phone. “Where did you go”; “are you ok?”;”where are you”;”if you stole my shit you are fucking dead”. About after 5mins of this, I got a text from an unfamiliar number.  The mysterious text only contained one word,

    “Run”

    “Tom” was not good with computers, but he was a drug dealer and a pot grower who always carried, but I do not. Tom was very calm with the whole situation after I told him what happened in a nutshell, he stated there was nothing to fear anymore.

    This struck me as odd;  I didn’t know Tom after high school he moved here after he was 18, so we never hung out in person (he was my best friend in high school.) I only shot the occasional email to him of a funny video or gif I came across, he looked the same too.

    I looked at him and he had a weird stare but he was a weird guy, nothing to be suspicious about, until I noticed that Tom was pressing a button in his hand.  I didn’t know what it did from looking at it, but I had an idea. I told Tom I’d be right back.  i wanted to check with the office to see if impulse checked out.  He didn’t want me to go, but I told him to pick me up in front of the office because we didn’t need to be here anymore.

    I strolled into the office lobby casually.  Tom was already in front, staring through the glass.  I didn’t ask the receptionist a damn thing.  I walked into the bathroom, walked back out and ran.  I ran and ran for what seemed like all day.  I didn’t know what to do.  I eventually arrived at a place called deadman’s drop in the golden gate state park.  I checked my phone, 1 new msg from Tom.

    “I see you have figured out we are everywhere”

    I eventually got out of San Fran and moved to Vancouver, but that didn’t last long, I have changed identities 3 times now and seems like they are toying with me.

    I looked into my friend Tom one day from a public wifi, what I saw scared the fucking shit out of me.  My friend Tom died in a car crash right after high school.  I never knew this because of my lifestyle and the fact we moved.  For weeks I had a constant shiver going down my back.  Who the hell have I been emailing for the last 8 fucking years then……. Makes no sense at all.  About a year later I have found peace finally and went to go visit an ex of mine down in Sarasota, Florida.  I was there for just the weekend.

    I woke up one morning early, I can never sleep past 7:30 am no matter what.  My ex was fast asleep.  I decided to go for a walk and get some coffee for me and her. I sat down at the cafe and admired all the happy people.  I love this about people, happiness.  I realized in that moment that I was truly a piece of shit for some of the things I have done.  But as I’ve stated earlier I have found peace.

    Suddenly, a man sat at my table.  He was a little older with greying hair and a tattered shirt which looked a little out of place.  He grabbed my ex’s coffee and said “thanks I didn’t know you knew I was coming.”  I said excuse me wtf are you doing?  He shhhh’d me and let out a small giggle, like a child. He then said let me explain.

    He explained what we found that night in San Fran was a very famous site, a site that is a myth.  And they wish it to stay that way.  He said this site has been called is Mariana’s web, though it has never been established as Mariana’s web, it was dubbed that by the public, not by the users. And it’s name and routing changes almost every minute.  We happened to be given a string of cmds to get in the back door.  Which have changed since.  He said the unamed cult was watching me, and that their cult was more powerful than any government because they control the corporations who control the government through special interest groups.  They admired our commitment and our intelligence when it came to problem solving.  He further explained, they gained power through intelligence gathering but also in other more physical forms like red room networking security and other illegal avenues on the deep web.  They were a collective of richest and the most intelligent people on the face of the earth.  He also stated,  “now you know what we are, now forget about us.”  They just wanted to see what we knew and to learn more about this encryption we had on our devices

    I told him it was mostly impulse who did the encryption on our computers and he said, “well that’s too bad” as he got up and left.  I say there trying to compute what he meant, but I think I already know as hopefully you do too…….

    “Do not go searching for them.  They will rip your lungs and entrails out” that was the threat I got about a month later in an email.

    I never heard from impulse ever again, or his friend online. Though there is some evidence he did not make it based off of some obituaries I found.  I do not know who sent the text to me in the hotel that day, I’ve tried to look into it and got nowhere. “Tom” I never heard from again either.

    Since all this I have found peace within myself and accept death as best I can because I do not know what will happen in the future.  I will not be returning to to this email and there are many ips attached to this account.  Though I have left you some clues on how to reach me within this email.  Everything you need is in front of you and I will supply with some further evidence if you crave your curiosity, you will find me.

    You may use this story or not it does not matter to me.  Or even believe it I don’t care, I haven’t told anyone this story and just need to blow some steam off about it.

    P.S. The following is my gift to you because no one else knows what the fuck their doing.  I will keep it simple since you and I do not think alike.

    [Some parts have been omitted.]

    This information may seem fantastic to you and indeed it is, but I assure you, it is all true.  The clues I have left you within this email may be dissected using common sense.  If you want more, find me.  I have nothing to hide.  I just like to challenge people to a good game of puzzles and….. cryptography??? 😀

    [More has been omitted.]

    Thank you friends.  I look forward to monitoring your search.  If I’m not already dead, maybe I’ll have an opportunity to connect with you again.  If I wish.

    Yours truly,

    🙁

     

  • The Lexer House

    The Lexer House

    Been a long time viewer but this is my first time writing in, I guess the real reason I’m writing in is so someone else knows whats going on I wouldn’t dare tell half my family what’s going on because they’d all think I’m crazy.

    A little backstory: The past two months I’ve been working at a haunted house that used to belong to serial killer Jeremiah Lexer the history of what he did is sick and disturbing, and for whatever reason the women in my family have always been more likely to see or hear spirits. ( I have so many instances of this is you ever need material like this).

    One of my first nights there was slow so I decided to walk around the room I was in which has several original items and ax marks from the murder suicide in 1902. And I kept seeing a black shadow out of the corner of my eye and I though maybe I wasn’t used to the dim lighting but I kept seeing it right behind me. A few nights later I was sitting waiting for my boss to do final walk through before customers came in, I was sitting my an open crawl space and I swear I hear a child like voice say “play with me” now the room I’m in is a nursery and my character is a baby doll and I move people through my room under a hole where another actor grabs peoples hair. When I first heard the voice I thought it was nothing or maybe an actor downstairs (as you can hear the downstairs area upstairs) but then realized no one talks like that down there. I put it out of my mind when people started coming through that is until the actor from the next room came in to chat with us and ask how our night was going and after a while I hear the same voice say “come play” I paused unsure if I should say anything until the other actor said

    “Was that you?”

    “I didn’t say anything…”

    “You heard it too?”

    “Yes”

    That night I began to do reading on the Lexer family and when he went on his final rampage he killed his family and the youngest of the girls being 4.

    Another instance that happened (trying to wrap this up I know it’s probably way longer than normal) a few days after that. There’s three areas of the attraction; The manor (which is where I’m at), the barn, and the woods. I was waiting on my ride as my car broke down a few days prior and I saw a woman in a white dress walk towards the woods look right at me and I’ve never been so terrified my body went cold and all I could do was stay put I don’t know why I didn’t go where everyone else was I guess I was too scared. While I’m used to seeing and hearing things this was the first time something had been that close to me. She stared at me for probably a few seconds but it felt much longer and then went back to the woods. Now most of the actors wear dark clothing ( for example I wear a black dress with red flowers) the actors in the barn wear white shirts but none of them go into the manor and all the other staff members wear black shirts. I went back to the make up trailer and talked to a girl and told her what I saw and she pulled out her phone and showed me a picture while I’ll attach and needless to say if you see the picture you’ll know who I saw.

    I’ve seen more things while working here but I figured this email is too long but like I said if you want to know I’ll tell you.

    Submitted by -L

  • Almost Caught

    Almost Caught

    Growing up my dad would often take me fishing along the rivers, streams and lakes of western Pa. I would get bored quickly whether I was catching fish or not. I guess you could say I was fished out at the time. The older I got, the longer and further I was allowed away from him and I would go on what I referred to as “journeys”. I loved to explore whatever places were not already discovered by me. I’d go to the top of a hill or follow a trail or journey around the lake we were at that day on foot, stuff like that. More often than not whatever waterway we were near there was/were abandon buildings/houses and whatnot. I would go all through them to see what was there if anything or hopefully find something I would  consider cool or useful. A couple times I found some very dirty magazines both literally and figuratively speaking, hehe. Found a few spots where people partied (beer/liqueur and typical garbage). Found left behind pictures, toys, time cards, hard hats, clothing, furniture etc everything usually too old or broke. Saw a few (2) pentagrams and burnt candles on floors of 2 houses through the years. Made sure to keep my distance from those places. Never found anything very exciting.

    At one point my dad went fishing down Kellys Station (lock # 6) all the time. I would always try to talk him into fishing above the dam a ways where a little stream flowed into the Allegheny river and there was an abandon business of some kind. Think it was an old brick yard. Had a rusted holey 8 foot fence with what was left of barbed wire at the top that went around the perimeter of the abandon establishment. Everything was made of yellow brick. It was a big place 5-6 buildings that were warehouse sized with multiple floors 2-5 pending on the building and there was a tall smoke stack. One of the buildings was only half there like they started to demo it and said fuck it half way through. My dad would always stress to not go in the buildings cause they may not be structurally sound, especially that one. I said “yes dad” and off I went sneaking through the places making sure my dad didn’t see me enter. I never went to far into any of them so as to make sure I could here my dad yell for me when he wanted me to check in.

    Always so curious as to what was in the rest of all those yellow brick buildings, when I was old enough to drive I went on a journey myself to see what was in them. It was the dog days of summer in the early 90s during the middle of the day so I could see easier and had less need of a flash light (I had 1). I drove along the RR tracks for a mile or 2, pulled up and parked in front of the old security gate. I entered through the security office door. I went through the smallest of the buildings first. It was just offices, locker rooms and rest rooms. Next I went into a way bigger building which had 5 floors, an elevator shaft (with doors ajar) at one end of the building that was pretty big (I’d say 10ft L, 20 ft W, 10 ft Ht), multiple stairwells (some crumbling apart at spots), an office of sorts on each level. I went through every level. They were all the same. No walls (besides offices) on the inside, just cement support beams like you would find in a parking garage. At this point all I had found was a handful of porn magz (xxx shit) back in the office building. Now I decided to see what was in the building that was half demolished. It was the same as the last building but only half there. Looked around the first floor, then the next and so on. It was neat (but very dumb),on each floor I walked over to the edge where the building was cut in half. A great view overlooking the river and overlooking where you would park if going here (Didn’t even cross my mind at the time.). Got to the top floor and was walking over to the edge when I saw a sleeping bag. “Hmmm” I thought to myself “I wonder what that’s doing here.” As I walked closer my mind was slowly putting together what I was looking at. It looked like it had 1 large dark spot (2ft in diameter roughly) with a bunch of spattered dark spots of …something. I was still getting closer looking at the sleeping bag puzzled. Now closer, wondering what the hell is on the sleeping bag, I see a little (yellow) teddy bear thats covered in the same dried dark brown substance. Having seen a lot of crime scene pics I am now starting to realize what it is. As i’m staring at the dried shit on the floor and all over the place around the s.bag it reminds me of the puddle of blood thats left after you dress a deer. Now looking at the scene with this thought there was easily enough dried blood splattered around and soaked into the sleeping bag to constitute a killing of… something (no body just blood). The whole walking up to and realizing what I saw seemed to have taken about 1 minute. I left as fast as I could now knowing what I saw. Needless to say I did not venture into the other buildings. I immediately went over my friends house. He and another were chillin’ there. I told them what I had saw and implored them to come along, they agreed.

     

    From the time I left to the time I returned with 2 friends was about an hour, maybe less. Before coming back we all grabbed something from my friends house for protection (2 bats and a knife) just in case. We make our way up to the top floor, i’m telling them again what I was doing on the way over to the sleeping bag. There were a few pillars in the way so you couldn’t immediately see where the sleeping bag was laying/lying (whatever).  As we get to the point in the room where I know i could see it. *It wasn’t there*!!! I’m thinking what the fuck? where is it? AS we were still walking over towards where it had been. Then I get the thought Oh shit someone was here while I was gone and took/moved it. I literally almost shit my pants, stopped grabbed my friends forcefully by the arms and said “LETS GO”. They saw the fear in my eyes and came along saying “whats up man? whud you see?” I did not answer. My friends never got close enough to see all the dried blood spatters on the floor. I explained to them in the car on the way back that the sleeping bag and teddy bear were gone/not there now and it freaked me the fuck out. We talked about it and came to the conclusion that he/she/they were staying in the building they did because of the view/vantage point. You could see and/or hear anyone coming before they knew you were there. Since I saw the sleeping bag we thought that meant the person(s) didn’t know I was there or couldn’t get to their shit without being seen until after I left since it wasn’t there when I/we came back. We thought he definitely saw at least my car, maybe me and maybe all of us. Both times there I never heard anything that made me think someone was creeping. I was shaken up for months over thee event. Every time I heard a weird noise I was ready to defend myself, I lived by a Steel Mill so there were weird noises all the time. I told my parents of what happened. They never showed that they were scared or bothered by my story in any way. Anyways we never reported it, nothing became of it and the buildings have been demolished for the past 20 years or so. When I go fishing around that area I still get a bit creeped out to this day. I read (past tense) about serial killers frequently even before that happened, still do. With that I thought the teddy bear was maybe a trophy? why else would he/they take it. I understand taking the sleeping bag, though covered in blood. What do you listeners think?

    Submitted by Macky D

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  • Me, Three Dudes and a Car

    Me, Three Dudes and a Car

    So let me start off by saying I’m 19 yrs old and at the time of my story I was 18.

    I’m only 5’8 and I weigh about 160 lbs, so I’m not that big but I can defend myself just fine.

    I have been boxing since I was about 12 and started training MMA when I was 15.

    With that out of the way I’ll start the story. It started when I was at work. I was stocking shelves and a friend texted me saying his car broke down and he needed a ride. Okay then I texted him back that I was on my way. I told my boss that I was leaving and he was fine with it. I only had about 15 mins until my shift was over anyways. When I was walking out I saw 3 guys standing near my car and looking at it

    Dude #1 was about 5,8-5’9 and chubby

    Dude #2 was tall like 6’3-6’5 and real skinny

    Dude #3 was about my height 5’8 and built

    Now my car isn’t something special. It is a 2001 Monte Carlo. It’s got red body paint, tinted windows and blacked out tires. I think it’s cool but it’s not something that usually gets much attention. I walk up to the car and the guys look at me “hey you guys like the car?” Dude #2 the real tall one spoke up “it’s cool how much did u pay for it?”

    I responded telling him that I bought the car for 3K on Craigslist and my brother did the customization and stuff on it. He just looked at me and said real quietly “that’s cool,” and they all quickly walked away. I didn’t think much of it. I drive over and pick up my friend and drive him home.

    I drove to my small 1 bedroom apartment, walked in and almost instantly passed out because I was so tired. About 4 AM, I heard loud thumps at the door, not knocks. It was like someone was trying to break down the door. I got up and grabbed a machete I had in my closet. I snuck up to the door and looked out the peep hole to see the 3 men from earlier at my door. I decided against saying something or opening the door. After a while they finally left.

    The next day I didn’t have work so I decided to do some errands and what not. It was about 7 maybe 7:30 and I got hungry so I drove to get some food but had to park a few blocks away since I knew traffic would be horrible in downtown Philly. After getting some food I was walking back to my car and I saw the same 3 men behind me. I quickly cut across the street and cut through some more streets until I found my car. I got in as fast as I could but before I could back out of my parking space, a car pulls in to the parking lot and blocks the exit. I pulled up thinking it was nothing, expecting whoever it was to move, but they didn’t. I saw the same three men get out of the black pick up truck and surround my car. I turned the car off and just bolted without even locking it. I just flew open the door slammed it and took off. I don’t know why I did that but it was either that or get jumped ( fight or flight.) You might think a boxer would want to fight, but I knew what I could handle. I took off. I ran far away from downtown and back to my neighborhood. After running for about a hour straight, I was just kind of speed walking. My apartment was only about 100 yards away now, but when I looked at the end of the street, there was the black pick up truck. I hid behind a garbage can and thought to myself “hopefully they won’t see me.” I was so tired from running and I knew I wasn’t going to put up much of a fight. They rolled past me, and I was finally able to get inside the safety off my apartment.

    Now a rational person would call the cops, which I did, but the cops couldn’t do much. I was only able to tell them what the 3 men looked like and what kind of car they drove. The cop said the only thing they could be charged with was harassment. The cop left and I didn’t feel any safer now than before.

    I barely got any sleep but it felt good to lay down. I called in sick at work and just chilled at my apartment. I figured I needed to get my car back, so I mustered up the courage and left my apartment to go to the parking lot. I got there and was surprised nothing was done to my car. I got in and saw a note on the steering wheel it read “We’re always one step ahead.”

    I crumpled the note up and drove home. I ordered a pizza and stayed in the next day I went into work and did my job. My shift ended at 3:30. I drove home super freaked out because I saw a black pick up at a red light, but it turned the other way. I parked my car and was walking into my apartment building, when I saw the three men standing outside my door. I turned around and calmly turned the corner, but then I BOLTED. When I got outside I didn’t even grab my car. I just took off running. I heard the men behind me. One yelled, “split up!”

    I was actually happy about that. I knew then I could have a chance to fight them 1 on 1. I kept running cut through some streets until I saw Dude #1. He was about the same height as me but he was chubby. He was about 50 yards away, walking slowly. He looked exhausted. I was behind him at that point and I carefully followed him. It was about 5:00, and the only other person around was some old man on the other side of the street. I snuck up on Dude #1 and I just went crazy. I first hit him from behind with a right hook. When he turned around I pumped out 2 quick jabs, BOP BOP and launched my right cross at him!

    I’m not sure if I broke his nose or what but he started bleeding prfousely.  I didn’t stop though. I threw straight left and right punches at him as fast as I could. Eventually he dropped to 1 knee and I just remember pushing him over and holding him by the throat, “listen you mother fucker! I didn’t want to do this but you made me!” He laid there trying to say something but I took off running.

    I was going back to my apartment, but about 2 blocks away, on the other side of the street, I saw Dude #2, the real tall one. We locked eyes and ran up on each other. He tried to swing a HUGE left hook, but I easily slipped under it and came back with a left hook of my own, catching him square in the face. He then grabbed me and attempted to pick me up, and I’m assuming was going to try to slam me, but I was able to defend it. I actually got him in a trip and he fell down. We wrestled for a bit and when I was inside I threw elbows like nobody’s business! I must have thrown about 8-12 elbows before getting up as I honestly thought I killed him. He sat up and said, ” you piece of shit cracker!!”

    He reached behind his back and I didn’t need to look. I knew it was a gun. I took off running as fast as my legs could take me all the way to my apartment. I again called the police. When they showed up I told them the story. Much to my surprise, they were already aware of what happened. The old man from earlier saw the fight and called the cops. He didn’t see who had started it. He did see after I got up and took off, the man on the ground pulled out a knife. That’s why the old man called the police. Dude #1 was arrested and later so was Dude #2 not Dude #3.

    One year after this all went down, they were both sentenced. Both of them had prior convictions and warrants out for their arrest, so they got some time. Combined they got 30 years. Dude #2 got 13 years and Dude #1 got 17 years. I almost felt bad because both of the men were under the age of 23. Dude #1 was 22 and Dude #2 was only 19 years old. But that quickly went away when I remembered what they had done to me. Or what they could’ve done if I hadn’t fought them off…

    Submitted by showtime_kick123

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  • I Am a Witch

    I Am a Witch

    I am a witch.  I’m nothing like the Hollywood type of witch you are used to seeing on television and in movies, but a real life witch.  Do I have powers?  The answer is yes.  Do I worship the devil or summon demons?  No.  Can I cast spells?  Yes.  Do I expect you to believe me?  No.  Do I care?  No, I do not.

    I am also very normal.  I work at a normal job.  I shop and interact with my neighbor’s.  No one would even guess that I belong to a coven.  The other members are also so called “normals.”  We don’t wear black clothes all the time or goth make up.  We are not silly teenagers dabbling in something we don’t understand.  We are adults and are growing in knowledge and power all the time.

    My coven is somewhat skeptical, but I believe that we can actually cast spells over you through the internet.  A feat we can achieve through seemingly innocent sites.  We may not even have to physically own or run the sites.  I have talked with a few like minded people on the deep web whom also believe this is possible.  Hollywood has been doing it for years, now it is our turn.

    Laugh and scoff all you want.  If we are successful, and early tests have proven exciting results to say the least, we will soon be able to change much of the world.  A change for the better and a long time coming.  You have now been warned.

    Sam