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Anonymous 04/13/11 (Wed)06:45 No.7426243 227426206 Yeesh, okay, okay, let me try again... Do you know what it is like to be stalked by a horse? I do. You can't imagine it. You wake up, in the night, your naked body covered in a cold sweat.. in the night...clopping I don't know how I crossed it. I live in the city, I had never even seen a horse before. Then one day, as I was watching my little sister play... to keep her safe, in the driveway.. it was there at the end of the street, snarling and stamping the ground with it's dread hooves Before I understood what was happening, it was galloping towards me. I stood frozen, stock-still as the menace chomped down on the head of my poor sister, eating her brain like some kind of persevere apple. I wasn't really sure what to do, so l bagged her up and decided to bury her. I got awfully tired though, so I finally just dropped the poor thing down a manhole, sobbing all the while. No one would believe it was a horse. A stalking horse. A storse aMy parents are away for the weekend, but they'll be back soon. I'm typing this as quickly as can. I hear police sirens in the distance, but downstairs I hear clopping. now it's coming up.. it's so close... Oh no, I can feel it... Anonymous 04/13/11 (Wed)06:56 No.7426283 27426268 I feel my body reel back is if kicked. At first I think I have been kicked, in the whole body, by a horse. I can't feel anything but pain and sorry for myself. This is so awful! I writhe around on the ground. My bones hurt. They're twisting and changing. I imagine the horse is stomping me into a new form. Perhaps he is. Finally it is over. I rise, a good 30 hands tell. I turn to the horse, my captor, my savior. Neigh! Neigh!" I'm a horse now

Anonymous 04/13/11 (Wed)06:45 No.7426243 227426206 Yeesh, okay, okay, let me try again... Do you know what it is like to be stalked by a horse? I do. You can't imagine it. You wake up, in the night, your naked body covered in a cold sweat.. in the night...clopping I don't know how I crossed it. I live in the city, I had never even seen a horse before. Then one day, as I was watching my little sister play... to keep her safe, in the driveway.. it was there at the end of the street, snarling and stamping the ground with it's dread hooves Before I understood what was happening, it was galloping towards me. I stood frozen, stock-still as the menace chomped down on the head of my poor sister, eating her brain like some kind of persevere apple. I wasn't really sure what to do, so l bagged her up and decided to bury her. I got awfully tired though, so I finally just dropped the poor thing down a manhole, sobbing all the while. No one would believe it was a horse. A stalking horse. A storse aMy parents are away for the weekend, but they'll be back soon. I'm typing this as quickly as can. I hear police sirens in the distance, but downstairs I hear clopping. now it's coming up.. it's so close... Oh no, I can feel it... Anonymous 04/13/11 (Wed)06:56 No.7426283 27426268 I feel my body reel back is if kicked. At first I think I have been kicked, in the whole body, by a horse. I can't feel anything but pain and sorry for myself. This is so awful! I writhe around on the ground. My bones hurt. They're twisting and changing. I imagine the horse is stomping me into a new form. Perhaps he is. Finally it is over. I rise, a good 30 hands tell. I turn to the horse, my captor, my savior. Neigh! Neigh!" I'm a horse now

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1283558594 ipg-(192 KB, 723x480, unrelated events.jpg) □器Unrelated Events Cannibal !!HPbOZVIG43 09/03/10(Fri)20:03 No.5542834 l kids have their fears when they're young. Most common is an intense fear of the dark. As a kid, my brain would often play tricks on me and make me think the shadows in my room were moving. A lot of the time l'd see what appeared to be the shape of a man, moving along my walls. When I would tell my mom she would just say that the street lamps outside were casting shadows through my window. Of course I never believed her. I was convinced there was a ghost in my room, watching me sleep every night. I can recall one night, though, where my fear seemed to material I was 9 at the time. I remember it perfectly. It was a hot summer night and our air conditioning had broken the morning before. Of course my dad insisted he could fix it himself, but all his attempts just caused more problems. Well at this point it was unbearably hot in the house and the whole family was ready for bed. My mother went around as I changed into pajamas, opening all the windows in the house to allow the air to circulate. She kissed me goodnight, opened my window, and left the room. She shut the door behind her, which I always hated. It made me feel like I would have nowhere to go if something did happen And that's exactly what happened ! Cannibal !!HPloOZVIG43 09/03/10(Fri)20:03 No.5542835 Hidel I was terrified as usual. I laid in my bed, sheets pulled up to my chin, teddy bear in my arm, staring up at the ceiling. I tried not to look to the sides, because I was always scared that I would catch something out of the corner of my eye. I finally looked at my new digital clock on my nightstand after what felt like hours. It read 3 AM. I got a little excited because I remember realizing this was the latest l'd ever stayed up. In my excitement, I made the mistake of relaxing and turning my back to my door to face the wall. That's when I heard the noises my parents weren't up, they both were heavy sleepers and they wouldn't be up until 7 AM. My older sister wasn't even home at the time. But I knew I heard the sounds of feet scuffing outside I knew my door. They got louder as they approached. At this point I was nearly in tears. I couldn't handle the impending feeling of terror. I jumped out of my bed, bawling, and ran to the corner of the room with my blanket and teddy bear. I pulled it up over my head and held Teddy close, shaking and sniffling. Then, the door creaked open Cannibal !HPloOZVI 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:04 No.5542839 Hide團圏 I could see through the light sheet a bit, unfortunately. A tall. shadowy figured stepped into my room. He stopped and looked around and looked puzzled when he saw the window. I tried to mu fle my crying the best I could as he walked past me and shut my window. That's when I realized I had no place to run, and I couldn't keep my crying quiet any longer. He heard me and spun around. The figure started to step towards me. I looked away and buried my knees into my face. I felt the sheet get ripped off me. I didn't dare look up. Then I heard his voice. It was deep and frightening. He asked what I was doing there. I didn't answer and he seemed to get angry. He asked again with a hint of malice and grabbed me by the arm to pull me up. I fought back. I fell over onto my side as he attempted to pull me up. I kicked and screamed until finally gave up and opened my eyes. He was gone. My mom and dad were running through my doorway. After I calmed down I tried to explain what I saw, but of course they told me it was just a dream and sent me back to bed. I didn't sleep that night, but it was the last time I ever saw him. | Cannibal !!HPloOZV 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:04 No.5542846 Hide團困 I'm 22 years old now. My parents moved into a larger house and my sister is off in California doing her "own thing as she called it when she was a teenager, so I was given the house to call my own So about a week ago I returned from a trip to the beach with a few friends I went to high school with. It was fantastic and I was nice and relaxed and ready for a nap when I got home. I pulled into the driveway sometime in the early morning, grabbed all my bags, and fumbled with my keys at my door. When I got inside, everything seemed alright for the most part. I sat my bags down on my couch and kicked off my shoes. I was about to plop down and turn on the TV when I heard what sounded like someone shifting around in my bedroom down the hall. My door was locked when I came in so I wasn't too worried. Probably just hearing things, I thought. Nonetheless, my curiosity got the best of me and I slowly headed down through my hallway to my bedroom. As I walked, I could hear more of that same shifting noise. Almost as if someone was laying in my bed. I relaxed for a second and sighed. A friend of mine had a key to my house and liked o crash here occasionally. He must've shown up while I was away. He likes to make himself at home like that Ca al !IHPloOZV 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:05 No.5542855 Hide■ As I reached for the handle, I heard something jump up and run. He must be playing a joke on me, I thought. I opened the door slowly and looked around. My bed was empty, but unmade. I looked u and saw that my window was open. I knew for a fact I locked everything before l left. I walked over to it cautiously, pulled it shut, and latched it. As I went to turn around, I heard i heard the crying I froze for a second, ready to have a panic attack. I caught my breath and turned around. In my comer was a huddled mass of blanket, shaking violently. I knew for a fact it wasn't there when I walked in, I would have noticed s eet up, throwing it back behind me. A small child wa itting in the corner, sobbing omething like that. I bent over and tore the sh as he w loudly with his head buried in his knees to his si didn't answer, and out of fear, I asked him again while grabbing his arm to help him up. He immediately slid or ked him what he was doing there. I was just as frightened and went to kick me in the knee. I freaked out and squeezed my eyes tight, half expecting this lunatic kid to jump up and claw my eyes out nibal !!HPloO ZMG43 09/03/10(Fri)2006 No 5542861 Hide■困 stood with my arms in front of my eyes for a second. Nothing happened. I slowly lowered my arms, opened my eyes, and stepped backwards to mak ing to be attacked. The little wa s gone. I turned around to find my bed was made just like I had left it, with the sheets and all. I looked around, still scared, and then noticed that laying on my floor was my old teddy bear that boy wa I've had since l wa a child. I bent down to pick it up. It was warm and wet from tears

1283558594 ipg-(192 KB, 723x480, unrelated events.jpg) □器Unrelated Events Cannibal !!HPbOZVIG43 09/03/10(Fri)20:03 No.5542834 l kids have their fears when they're young. Most common is an intense fear of the dark. As a kid, my brain would often play tricks on me and make me think the shadows in my room were moving. A lot of the time l'd see what appeared to be the shape of a man, moving along my walls. When I would tell my mom she would just say that the street lamps outside were casting shadows through my window. Of course I never believed her. I was convinced there was a ghost in my room, watching me sleep every night. I can recall one night, though, where my fear seemed to material I was 9 at the time. I remember it perfectly. It was a hot summer night and our air conditioning had broken the morning before. Of course my dad insisted he could fix it himself, but all his attempts just caused more problems. Well at this point it was unbearably hot in the house and the whole family was ready for bed. My mother went around as I changed into pajamas, opening all the windows in the house to allow the air to circulate. She kissed me goodnight, opened my window, and left the room. She shut the door behind her, which I always hated. It made me feel like I would have nowhere to go if something did happen And that's exactly what happened ! Cannibal !!HPloOZVIG43 09/03/10(Fri)20:03 No.5542835 Hidel I was terrified as usual. I laid in my bed, sheets pulled up to my chin, teddy bear in my arm, staring up at the ceiling. I tried not to look to the sides, because I was always scared that I would catch something out of the corner of my eye. I finally looked at my new digital clock on my nightstand after what felt like hours. It read 3 AM. I got a little excited because I remember realizing this was the latest l'd ever stayed up. In my excitement, I made the mistake of relaxing and turning my back to my door to face the wall. That's when I heard the noises my parents weren't up, they both were heavy sleepers and they wouldn't be up until 7 AM. My older sister wasn't even home at the time. But I knew I heard the sounds of feet scuffing outside I knew my door. They got louder as they approached. At this point I was nearly in tears. I couldn't handle the impending feeling of terror. I jumped out of my bed, bawling, and ran to the corner of the room with my blanket and teddy bear. I pulled it up over my head and held Teddy close, shaking and sniffling. Then, the door creaked open Cannibal !HPloOZVI 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:04 No.5542839 Hide團圏 I could see through the light sheet a bit, unfortunately. A tall. shadowy figured stepped into my room. He stopped and looked around and looked puzzled when he saw the window. I tried to mu fle my crying the best I could as he walked past me and shut my window. That's when I realized I had no place to run, and I couldn't keep my crying quiet any longer. He heard me and spun around. The figure started to step towards me. I looked away and buried my knees into my face. I felt the sheet get ripped off me. I didn't dare look up. Then I heard his voice. It was deep and frightening. He asked what I was doing there. I didn't answer and he seemed to get angry. He asked again with a hint of malice and grabbed me by the arm to pull me up. I fought back. I fell over onto my side as he attempted to pull me up. I kicked and screamed until finally gave up and opened my eyes. He was gone. My mom and dad were running through my doorway. After I calmed down I tried to explain what I saw, but of course they told me it was just a dream and sent me back to bed. I didn't sleep that night, but it was the last time I ever saw him. | Cannibal !!HPloOZV 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:04 No.5542846 Hide團困 I'm 22 years old now. My parents moved into a larger house and my sister is off in California doing her "own thing as she called it when she was a teenager, so I was given the house to call my own So about a week ago I returned from a trip to the beach with a few friends I went to high school with. It was fantastic and I was nice and relaxed and ready for a nap when I got home. I pulled into the driveway sometime in the early morning, grabbed all my bags, and fumbled with my keys at my door. When I got inside, everything seemed alright for the most part. I sat my bags down on my couch and kicked off my shoes. I was about to plop down and turn on the TV when I heard what sounded like someone shifting around in my bedroom down the hall. My door was locked when I came in so I wasn't too worried. Probably just hearing things, I thought. Nonetheless, my curiosity got the best of me and I slowly headed down through my hallway to my bedroom. As I walked, I could hear more of that same shifting noise. Almost as if someone was laying in my bed. I relaxed for a second and sighed. A friend of mine had a key to my house and liked o crash here occasionally. He must've shown up while I was away. He likes to make himself at home like that Ca al !IHPloOZV 1G43 09/03/10(Fri)20:05 No.5542855 Hide■ As I reached for the handle, I heard something jump up and run. He must be playing a joke on me, I thought. I opened the door slowly and looked around. My bed was empty, but unmade. I looked u and saw that my window was open. I knew for a fact I locked everything before l left. I walked over to it cautiously, pulled it shut, and latched it. As I went to turn around, I heard i heard the crying I froze for a second, ready to have a panic attack. I caught my breath and turned around. In my comer was a huddled mass of blanket, shaking violently. I knew for a fact it wasn't there when I walked in, I would have noticed s eet up, throwing it back behind me. A small child wa itting in the corner, sobbing omething like that. I bent over and tore the sh as he w loudly with his head buried in his knees to his si didn't answer, and out of fear, I asked him again while grabbing his arm to help him up. He immediately slid or ked him what he was doing there. I was just as frightened and went to kick me in the knee. I freaked out and squeezed my eyes tight, half expecting this lunatic kid to jump up and claw my eyes out nibal !!HPloO ZMG43 09/03/10(Fri)2006 No 5542861 Hide■困 stood with my arms in front of my eyes for a second. Nothing happened. I slowly lowered my arms, opened my eyes, and stepped backwards to mak ing to be attacked. The little wa s gone. I turned around to find my bed was made just like I had left it, with the sheets and all. I looked around, still scared, and then noticed that laying on my floor was my old teddy bear that boy wa I've had since l wa a child. I bent down to pick it up. It was warm and wet from tears

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses tolod stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozern documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I've been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upco ming book. A Suicide Note: 1964 As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope Dearest Linnie I have prayed for you. He spoke your name A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880 I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text). A Mariner's Log: 1691 He came to me in my sleep, From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake From a Witness: 2006 Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night. At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms. I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the on er The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said he is the Rake" My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter no Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventualy located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last en in the log There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses tolod stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozern documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I've been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upco ming book. A Suicide Note: 1964 As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope Dearest Linnie I have prayed for you. He spoke your name A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880 I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text). A Mariner's Log: 1691 He came to me in my sleep, From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake From a Witness: 2006 Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night. At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms. I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the on er The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said he is the Rake" My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter no Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventualy located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last en in the log There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me

It all began after I got a tape of some old颻edd, & eddy episodes from my buddy, it was his favorite show when he was little but decided to give his recorded episodes to his 2 year old cousin, į was hanging out in his living room and he was babysitting her one afternoon, we were just watching some TV and having a couple beers when all of a sudden his little cousin runs out of the room screaming and crying like a banshee, we both got up and ran over to her, thinking she was injured in some way only to find out that there wasn't a scratch on her, after a few minutes she finally calm down enough to tell us that she thought "eddy came to get her" we simply looked at each other and thought she fell asleep and hada nightmare or something, į went to the room to check it out, only to see the old ed, edd, & eddy cartoons my buddy recorded years ago playing on the TV t was around this time that my buddy's sister came to pick up her daughter, who was still undeniably frightened from her "bad dream" his sister was very worried and began fighting with my buddy about not keeping an eye on her, i figured this was my queue to leave but before i left į asked him if į could borrow the tape to see if anything on it could have scared her like that, he assured me that there was nothing on the tape but let me take it because it was obviously not wanted by his little cousin A couple days past by and finally got a chance to sit down and watch the tape, į had just got off work and my fiancée was at her mother's house for a couple days so j had time to kill, i popped in the tape and let it rewind to the beginning, while it was rewinding i got up and made a quick TV dinner, when i came back it had already started playing everything seemed fine as the eds were doing their usual wacky things trying all so hard to achieve the coveted jawbreaker like every episode, į sat and watched as waves of nostalgia hit me over and over, i have to admit į understand why i loved this show when į was a kid as well, an adult less world overrun by kids where they could build and do anything they desired, seemed continued to watch episode after episode, even watched the commercials of old just for extra nostalgia kick. į had to admit į was enjoying this little glimpse of the past, it had me glued to the screen, but al these fun happy memories suddenly vanished when something strange happened, during the middle of one of the episodes double D in mid-sentence started talking backwards for about 10 seconds, then continued on with his sentence, į grabbed the remote and tried to rewind it, only to find out that the mashing of the rewind button did nothing, the tape continued to play forward, į got out of my seat and pressed the rewind button on the VCR, still nothing happened the tape played onwards. į stood up and watched the eds on the screen nothing seemed out of the ordinary, į was slightly shook from the inability to rewind but į swallowed the feeling and sat back down and watched as the cartoon rolled on a few minutes after į sat down, eddy had finally had gotten his jawbreaker which he had been working the whole episode to achieve, he quickly threw the giant over-sized candy in his mouth and enjoyed the fruits of his labour, when suddenly he froze in place and looked dead at the screen, he made a gulping sound as the iawbreaker moved from the inside of his cheek the center of his throat, the screen started to twist turned ing purple bloodshot and red, a high pitched ringing slowly faded into the entire room as while eddy s p rapidl thev ran down t looked almost real.. No a cartoon at all ided to call my bud re umber, but as i put the reciver to my ear al į heard w ople, young, old, male and female all crying in horrible pain, į threw more one down an the TV again, eddy w re ou cou the tears coming from the remote and smashed the power button but the TV s enough, į stood up quickly and yelled "WHAT THE F---?!" suddenly the ringing stopped purple faced eddy and everything was silent, the cries from the phone were gone, all that remained w d one more time as th arge lump in re ormal color an re made me er an epic d him rolling aroun more manica and more ter with each assing secon and more me, in the pitch black, just standing ther corner, slowly lurking towards me j didn't know what mall child in a dark room with monster in pure fear and all j coul re and ma eard movement an oor, i looked over and saw the light creeping s moving around, į heard laughing and joking from the other side, į realized į was still in the pitch black room... still in there with "eddy".i ran to the door breaking my binds of fear i slammed into the door at full speed, slamming my head a ran out into the hallwav into the from eddy and the darkne my surpris an em t the hallway wall a cou my apartment, sobbing and trying to mak d, after calming down partme re partme the VCR had e re er to re around and froz re t and threw it out the win for the tape, i broke it and bu the remains for ing my buddy what how eddv came ed but then j thou onvmous d, but the memo

It all began after I got a tape of some old颻edd, & eddy episodes from my buddy, it was his favorite show when he was little but decided to give his recorded episodes to his 2 year old cousin, į was hanging out in his living room and he was babysitting her one afternoon, we were just watching some TV and having a couple beers when all of a sudden his little cousin runs out of the room screaming and crying like a banshee, we both got up and ran over to her, thinking she was injured in some way only to find out that there wasn't a scratch on her, after a few minutes she finally calm down enough to tell us that she thought "eddy came to get her" we simply looked at each other and thought she fell asleep and hada nightmare or something, į went to the room to check it out, only to see the old ed, edd, & eddy cartoons my buddy recorded years ago playing on the TV t was around this time that my buddy's sister came to pick up her daughter, who was still undeniably frightened from her "bad dream" his sister was very worried and began fighting with my buddy about not keeping an eye on her, i figured this was my queue to leave but before i left į asked him if į could borrow the tape to see if anything on it could have scared her like that, he assured me that there was nothing on the tape but let me take it because it was obviously not wanted by his little cousin A couple days past by and finally got a chance to sit down and watch the tape, į had just got off work and my fiancée was at her mother's house for a couple days so j had time to kill, i popped in the tape and let it rewind to the beginning, while it was rewinding i got up and made a quick TV dinner, when i came back it had already started playing everything seemed fine as the eds were doing their usual wacky things trying all so hard to achieve the coveted jawbreaker like every episode, į sat and watched as waves of nostalgia hit me over and over, i have to admit į understand why i loved this show when į was a kid as well, an adult less world overrun by kids where they could build and do anything they desired, seemed continued to watch episode after episode, even watched the commercials of old just for extra nostalgia kick. į had to admit į was enjoying this little glimpse of the past, it had me glued to the screen, but al these fun happy memories suddenly vanished when something strange happened, during the middle of one of the episodes double D in mid-sentence started talking backwards for about 10 seconds, then continued on with his sentence, į grabbed the remote and tried to rewind it, only to find out that the mashing of the rewind button did nothing, the tape continued to play forward, į got out of my seat and pressed the rewind button on the VCR, still nothing happened the tape played onwards. į stood up and watched the eds on the screen nothing seemed out of the ordinary, į was slightly shook from the inability to rewind but į swallowed the feeling and sat back down and watched as the cartoon rolled on a few minutes after į sat down, eddy had finally had gotten his jawbreaker which he had been working the whole episode to achieve, he quickly threw the giant over-sized candy in his mouth and enjoyed the fruits of his labour, when suddenly he froze in place and looked dead at the screen, he made a gulping sound as the iawbreaker moved from the inside of his cheek the center of his throat, the screen started to twist turned ing purple bloodshot and red, a high pitched ringing slowly faded into the entire room as while eddy s p rapidl thev ran down t looked almost real.. No a cartoon at all ided to call my bud re umber, but as i put the reciver to my ear al į heard w ople, young, old, male and female all crying in horrible pain, į threw more one down an the TV again, eddy w re ou cou the tears coming from the remote and smashed the power button but the TV s enough, į stood up quickly and yelled "WHAT THE F---?!" suddenly the ringing stopped purple faced eddy and everything was silent, the cries from the phone were gone, all that remained w d one more time as th arge lump in re ormal color an re made me er an epic d him rolling aroun more manica and more ter with each assing secon and more me, in the pitch black, just standing ther corner, slowly lurking towards me j didn't know what mall child in a dark room with monster in pure fear and all j coul re and ma eard movement an oor, i looked over and saw the light creeping s moving around, į heard laughing and joking from the other side, į realized į was still in the pitch black room... still in there with "eddy".i ran to the door breaking my binds of fear i slammed into the door at full speed, slamming my head a ran out into the hallwav into the from eddy and the darkne my surpris an em t the hallway wall a cou my apartment, sobbing and trying to mak d, after calming down partme re partme the VCR had e re er to re around and froz re t and threw it out the win for the tape, i broke it and bu the remains for ing my buddy what how eddv came ed but then j thou onvmous d, but the memo

Last year I spent six months participating in what I was told was a imaginative people looking to make good money, and since was the only ad that week that Iwas remotely qualified for, I gave them a They told me that ail I would have to do is stay in a room, alone, with sensors attached to my head to read my brain activity, and while I enough, and I agreed to do it as soon as they told me how much I would be paid. And the next day. I began. They a bed, thern sensors to my head and hocked them into a little black box on the inslead of moving around, I should visualize my double moving around, or try to interact with him, and so on The idea was to keep him with me the enire time I was in the room. I had trouble with it for the first few days. It was more controlled than any sort of daydreaming rd done before. I'd imagine my double for a few minutes, then grow distracted. But by the fourth day, I could manage to keep him "present" for the entire six hours. They told me was doing very The second week, they gave me a different room, with wall-mounted old me they acting simull discordant, ugly and unsettling, and it made the process a little more ifficult, but I managed nonetheless. The next week they played and To liven We'd have conversations up, tdmonth but hey So wo played, and communicated, and that was fun for a while. And day, and he cormected me. I'd said my date was wearing a yellow , and he told me was a green onelthogil about for a second, and nealized he was right. It creeped me out, and after m shift that day,I talked to the researchers about it "You're using the knew on some level that you were wrong, and you subconsciously What had been creepy was my tulpa and access all sorts of memoriesI could make it quote whole pages of books Id read once, years belore, or things I was That was around the time I started "caling up" my double outside of him by now that it almost seemed odd to not see him. So whenever almost all the time. It was amusing to take him along lke an invisible need to speak aloud to him, so I was able to carry out conversations with him and no one was the wiser I know that sounds strange, but it was fun. Not only was he a I had more in touch with of body she was laughing a ittle too hard at my jokes, and leaning towards consciously picking up on.Ilistened, and let's just say that that date went very By the time l'd been at the research center for four months, he was with my constantly. The researchers approached me one day after my s---, and asked me if Id stopped visualizing him. I denied it, and they seemed pleased. I silently asked my double if he knew what prompted that, but he just shrugged it off . So did I Iwithdrew a liae from the world at that point. I was having trouble oopO It seemed to me that they wore so contused the reasons behind their actions, why some things made them mad and others made them laugh. They didnt know what moved them, ButI dd-or at least, I could ask myself and get an answer A friend confronted me one evening. He pounded at the door until l and came in fuming and swearing up a storm haven't answered when I called you in f------ weoks, you d---" He I was about to apologize to him, and probably would have offered to hit the bars with him that night, but my tulpa grew suddenly furious Hit him. his nose break. He fell to the floor and came up swinging, and we beat each other up and down my apartment. I was more furious then han I have ever been, and I was not merciful. 1 knocked him to the ground and gave him two savage kicks to the ribs, and that was them that he had spent the night crowing about my victory and sneening over how wasn't until the next morning, when was checking out my black eye and cut ip in the mirror, that I remembered what had set me off My double was the one who'd grown furious, not me. I'd been feeling my houghts. You don't need him anymare. You don't need anyone else,"he told me, and I Selt my skin craw I explained al this to the researchers who employed me, but they just laughed tom、"You can't be scared of something that you're imaging," one told me. My double stood beside him, and nodded I tried to take their words to heart, but over the next few days I found and I saw smile No job was worth losing my mind over. I decided" he was out of control, rd put him down I was so used to him at that point work somewhatI could get rid of him for hours at a tme. But every tme he came back, he seemed worse. His skin seemed ashen, his eeth more and slp up, no longer concentrating on not seeing him, and there he'd be, and that howing noise with him I was still visting the research center and spending my six hours here. one day, about five and a haf grabbed and restrained me, and someone in a lab coat jabbed a woke up from my stupor back in the room, strapped into the bed hardly looked human anymore. His features were twisted. His eyes much taller than me, Theyre pumping you full of the good s---, I think How's the mind? him. The next fow weeks were termible. Every so often, someone in a coat would come in and scolding me, and then he cut her throat and her blood showered me. was so real that i could taste never spoke to invectives, demanded answers. They never spoke to me. They may have talked to my bulpa, my personal monster. I'm not sure. I was so doped and confused that it may have just been more delusion, but talking with him. grew convinced that he real one, and I was encouraged that lne of Another thing that I pray was a delusionc he could touch me. More than that, he could hurt me. He'd poke and prod at me if he felt I testicles and squeezed undl I told him Iloved him. Another time, he slashed my forearm with one of his talons I stil have a scar- most hallucinated that he was responsible. Most days. Then one day, while myselt, and just me a uus invenyone face, and reached out and touched my head. Like my mother used to when I was feverish. He stayed ssll told me. Then he walked out the door Three hours later, I was given an injection, and passed out. I awoke my way to the door and unlocked. I walked out into the empty hallwary, and then ran. I stumbled more an once, but I made it down the stairs and out into the lot behind the building. There, I collapsed, weeping like a child knew I had to keep moving, but I couldn't manage it got home eventualy-I dont remember how. I locked the door, and shoved a dresser against it, took a long shower, and slept for a day next day, or the one after that. It was over. rd spent a week locked in that room, but it had felt ike a century I'd withdrawn so much from my le beforehand that nobody had even known I was missing The police didn't find anything. The research center was empty when hey searched it. The paper trail fell apart. The names I'd given them were aliases. Even the l recovered as much as one can. I don' leave the house much, and I have panic attacks when I do. ery a lot. I dont sleep much, and my Not today, though. Three days ago, I got a phone call from my mother. There's been a tragedy. My sister's the latest victim in a police say. The then guts them hear was music coming from somewhere distant Discordant,

Last year I spent six months participating in what I was told was a imaginative people looking to make good money, and since was the only ad that week that Iwas remotely qualified for, I gave them a They told me that ail I would have to do is stay in a room, alone, with sensors attached to my head to read my brain activity, and while I enough, and I agreed to do it as soon as they told me how much I would be paid. And the next day. I began. They a bed, thern sensors to my head and hocked them into a little black box on the inslead of moving around, I should visualize my double moving around, or try to interact with him, and so on The idea was to keep him with me the enire time I was in the room. I had trouble with it for the first few days. It was more controlled than any sort of daydreaming rd done before. I'd imagine my double for a few minutes, then grow distracted. But by the fourth day, I could manage to keep him "present" for the entire six hours. They told me was doing very The second week, they gave me a different room, with wall-mounted old me they acting simull discordant, ugly and unsettling, and it made the process a little more ifficult, but I managed nonetheless. The next week they played and To liven We'd have conversations up, tdmonth but hey So wo played, and communicated, and that was fun for a while. And day, and he cormected me. I'd said my date was wearing a yellow , and he told me was a green onelthogil about for a second, and nealized he was right. It creeped me out, and after m shift that day,I talked to the researchers about it "You're using the knew on some level that you were wrong, and you subconsciously What had been creepy was my tulpa and access all sorts of memoriesI could make it quote whole pages of books Id read once, years belore, or things I was That was around the time I started "caling up" my double outside of him by now that it almost seemed odd to not see him. So whenever almost all the time. It was amusing to take him along lke an invisible need to speak aloud to him, so I was able to carry out conversations with him and no one was the wiser I know that sounds strange, but it was fun. Not only was he a I had more in touch with of body she was laughing a ittle too hard at my jokes, and leaning towards consciously picking up on.Ilistened, and let's just say that that date went very By the time l'd been at the research center for four months, he was with my constantly. The researchers approached me one day after my s---, and asked me if Id stopped visualizing him. I denied it, and they seemed pleased. I silently asked my double if he knew what prompted that, but he just shrugged it off . So did I Iwithdrew a liae from the world at that point. I was having trouble oopO It seemed to me that they wore so contused the reasons behind their actions, why some things made them mad and others made them laugh. They didnt know what moved them, ButI dd-or at least, I could ask myself and get an answer A friend confronted me one evening. He pounded at the door until l and came in fuming and swearing up a storm haven't answered when I called you in f------ weoks, you d---" He I was about to apologize to him, and probably would have offered to hit the bars with him that night, but my tulpa grew suddenly furious Hit him. his nose break. He fell to the floor and came up swinging, and we beat each other up and down my apartment. I was more furious then han I have ever been, and I was not merciful. 1 knocked him to the ground and gave him two savage kicks to the ribs, and that was them that he had spent the night crowing about my victory and sneening over how wasn't until the next morning, when was checking out my black eye and cut ip in the mirror, that I remembered what had set me off My double was the one who'd grown furious, not me. I'd been feeling my houghts. You don't need him anymare. You don't need anyone else,"he told me, and I Selt my skin craw I explained al this to the researchers who employed me, but they just laughed tom、"You can't be scared of something that you're imaging," one told me. My double stood beside him, and nodded I tried to take their words to heart, but over the next few days I found and I saw smile No job was worth losing my mind over. I decided" he was out of control, rd put him down I was so used to him at that point work somewhatI could get rid of him for hours at a tme. But every tme he came back, he seemed worse. His skin seemed ashen, his eeth more and slp up, no longer concentrating on not seeing him, and there he'd be, and that howing noise with him I was still visting the research center and spending my six hours here. one day, about five and a haf grabbed and restrained me, and someone in a lab coat jabbed a woke up from my stupor back in the room, strapped into the bed hardly looked human anymore. His features were twisted. His eyes much taller than me, Theyre pumping you full of the good s---, I think How's the mind? him. The next fow weeks were termible. Every so often, someone in a coat would come in and scolding me, and then he cut her throat and her blood showered me. was so real that i could taste never spoke to invectives, demanded answers. They never spoke to me. They may have talked to my bulpa, my personal monster. I'm not sure. I was so doped and confused that it may have just been more delusion, but talking with him. grew convinced that he real one, and I was encouraged that lne of Another thing that I pray was a delusionc he could touch me. More than that, he could hurt me. He'd poke and prod at me if he felt I testicles and squeezed undl I told him Iloved him. Another time, he slashed my forearm with one of his talons I stil have a scar- most hallucinated that he was responsible. Most days. Then one day, while myselt, and just me a uus invenyone face, and reached out and touched my head. Like my mother used to when I was feverish. He stayed ssll told me. Then he walked out the door Three hours later, I was given an injection, and passed out. I awoke my way to the door and unlocked. I walked out into the empty hallwary, and then ran. I stumbled more an once, but I made it down the stairs and out into the lot behind the building. There, I collapsed, weeping like a child knew I had to keep moving, but I couldn't manage it got home eventualy-I dont remember how. I locked the door, and shoved a dresser against it, took a long shower, and slept for a day next day, or the one after that. It was over. rd spent a week locked in that room, but it had felt ike a century I'd withdrawn so much from my le beforehand that nobody had even known I was missing The police didn't find anything. The research center was empty when hey searched it. The paper trail fell apart. The names I'd given them were aliases. Even the l recovered as much as one can. I don' leave the house much, and I have panic attacks when I do. ery a lot. I dont sleep much, and my Not today, though. Three days ago, I got a phone call from my mother. There's been a tragedy. My sister's the latest victim in a police say. The then guts them hear was music coming from somewhere distant Discordant,