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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:05 PM
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Excerpt from the journal of Dorothy Birch(pt. 908-01)

April 12, 1923.

I suppose this is will be one of the last voluntary entries in my journal, even though Dr. Keating told me to write down everything that happened. But I'm going to tell the entire story, which is what I should have done in the first place; drat my pride.

It was a biting and windy fall day, I still remember the date. October 5, 1918. Lizzie and I were playing hide-and-go-peek amongst the trees on the land behind my uncle's farm. She was only twelve to my fifteen, so she got her way most all of the time. It was my turn to find her, as I had given in to her incessant begging. She loved to hide.

I hid my eyes in my hands and leaned into the sweet-smelling bark of a thick oak. I called out the numbers until I got to ...98...99...100...! and set off to find her.

Looking back, I should have noticed the signs immediately. The wind which had blown out of the east all day had ceased entirely and there were no sounds in the forest save for my own uncertain footsteps breaking the virgin, untouched carpet of dried and fallen leaves. I kept walking farther into the woods, occasionally calling out for Lizzie. I was not answered except for the greedy silence and the still trees all around. As I kept walking, the large and stout oaks gave way to thinner, taller trees.

It was then that I should have turned around, it was then that I should have run back to Uncle Ed's cabin. But I kept walking.

I stayed on my way, still calling out for my sister, a bit more panicked now, as I almost always found her within a few minutes of starting the search. The taller trees soon engulfed me and a slight mist began to drift through. Then, a sequence of events commenced that will be forever burned into my memory.

I suddenly heard a cry of my name, “Dorothy~!” in a high-pitched, breathy sort of call. It was unmistakably Lizzie. I began to run now, my breath coming in harsh gasps as the cold air stung my throat. The mist came in quicker now, and it was difficult to see. Then, I got the unexplainable urge to hide behind a thicker tree, which I quickly obeyed, looking into the fog in front of me for evidence of Lizzie.

I can't tell you how long I sat there, shivering behind the tree. Then, a very very tall figure appeared faintly in the fog. It appeared to be a man wearing a suit like Daddy's friends from the bank, but it also looked like he was wearing stilts too, like the clowns at the Fourth of July parade we saw. He seemed to be so tall that his head grazed the leaves. What really didn't make sense was his arms. Oh, his arms. They looked like several hoses left unattended and cranked up to full blast, but moving very slow. That's the best way I can describe it. This...man, I'll say, this man stood there in the fog for a good few minutes, his (arms?) waving very slow. I got this weird feeling from the tall man, like I was intruding upon something I was forbidden to see, namely his presence.

I got a strange feeling as I gazed upon him, as if I wasn't looking at him, he was looking at me. No, looking through me. Then I realized that his head didn't quite make sense, in a way. It looked like it was moving, like, like.....there was a swarm of bees where his face should have been. Kind of like he was in between places and his head had not caught up with his body yet. I was very scared at that point and all thoughts of Lizzie had vanished from my head.

Then, as quickly as he had appeared, the tall man was gone. He just faded away into the fog. It was then that I heard a whimpering sound close to where he was standing. I walked forward, propelled not by my feet but something else. I can't remember much of this time, I can remember walking up to Lizzie, who was lying amongst the leaves, and then my hands closed on something hard and heavy and holding it above my head. Then there was blackness.

The next thing I remember is sitting in Uncle Ed's kitchen, surrounded by Daddy, Ma, Uncle Ed, and a policeman, they were asking me questions and looking at me like we look at the tigers at the zoo; like I was something dangerous. Apparently I had....killed Lizzie with a rock to her head. I don't remember any of the actual...act. I still have trouble thinking of it now, but that's why I'm at Sunnyhaven, I suppose. However, the tall man still visits me in my dreams. I hope that Dr. Keating can help me banish him forever.




Just one of the many accounts of the one known only as...the Slenderman.
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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:06 PM
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Another good one...reminds me of this prank.




Now I don't know If I coulda handled that prank, I may have died or punched the little girl.



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:11 PM
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Hmmm that was a bit uncomfortable to read. I get a really scary picture in my mind..

ETA, The picture in my mind is waaaaaay more scary
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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:11 PM
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I think its time I started using the spy hole in my front door


King



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:13 PM
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Sent shivers down my spine...I love getting spooked



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:14 PM
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well thats me staying up !!!!



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:15 PM
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reply to post by kingears
 


Just make sure you have someone or some kind of device pulling you back from the door if you "get stuck" in panic



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:15 PM
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I knew the wife would have her uses


King

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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:16 PM
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Imagine how all the little girls and boys felt when they found him in the woods...


There's actually a couple of computer games out that try and recreate a Slenderman encounter. They even suggest the possibility of his using kidnapped children as henchmen in thrall to some sort of telepathic hypnosis.



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:18 PM
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I love that video, very clever

King



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:23 PM
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The highway ones are the creepiest so far. I read a story in a ghost stories book once about a stretch of highway somewhere in montana where people are driving and have a passenger appear in the backseat of their cars. I have never forgotten that one since its happened to multiple people. Some guy appears in their rear view mirror just staring at them. Or when someone goes to a restaurant and is waited on by a waitress only to learn the restaurant burned down years before. Love those stories. Mine isn't too creepy. Went through check stop going into California and was asked if I had any produce. Said no and the guy called me by name and told me to be careful for the rest of my drive. There is no way he could have known my name.



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:24 PM
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reply to post by kingears
 

I am all alone here....

This will not be a fun night...


reply to post by AfterInfinity
 

Haha ok so no more woods for me...
Unless I meet a Slenderman like this

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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:26 PM
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www.reddit.com...
The thread has way scarier ones!



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:31 PM
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Originally posted by LiberalSceptic
reply to post by kingears
 

I am all alone here....

This will not be a fun night...


reply to post by AfterInfinity
 

Haha ok so no more woods for me...
Unless I meet a Slenderman like this

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Wacky waving inflatable arm flailing slenderman
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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:32 PM
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The most terrifying few moments of my life.

I was about 12 at the time, Our house was next to an old lane way (alley) it was always creepy to go outside at night time, but it was necessary as we had an outside toilet.

Being five kids in the house If someone needed to go out you'd find yourself begging for someone to come with you.
This particular night, no one would come out with me, so i headed out alone, on my return to the house i was grabbed from behind, i felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and another arm wrapping around my middle, My feet lifted off the ground.

I was terrified, my heart was making this loud banging pulsating noise throughout my body, i was in so much shock i couldn't scream, nothing came out.
I don't know how i did it being so small but i kicked and punched and fought tooth and nail for my life, it was like I wasn't me but somebody else, i was fighting for my life just a few meters away from the house.

It happened so fast but i managed to overcome them, they dropped to ground moaning, i jumped over the body and frantically got inside, crying and shaking, i ran straight to Dad who was still sitting in his chair, I managed to say there's someone outside who tried to kill me.

Dad came back in a few minutes later, he was helping my brother walk, he had been winded, his face and neck was scratched badly, there was blood in his hair and his PJ's were kind of hanging off him.

I couldn't believe it, You've been attacked too? i said. "yeah by you, you freak"

It turned out he was playing a prank on me by trying to scare me
It worked he scared the beejeebas out of me and got another hiding from Dad


I know this story isnt creepy, but its the scariest few minutes ive ever had, i truly know what scared is.

Love and harmony
Whateva
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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:32 PM
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Oh try this, play this while reading the scary stories.



Adds to the spookyness ;D



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:34 PM
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Check this one out.

www.creepypasta.com...

Seriously creepy stuff.



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:36 PM
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Russian sleep experiment...
A tad to long perhaps but worth the read.


The following depicted events have been acutely documented by the remaining members of the original study (Researchers). Who fled the grasp of the NKVD (KGB) in the 1940-1950s. The accuracy can be argued but the depiction displayed below ↓ is based off on the journal entries and stow aways from the original experiment. The leak sources remain anonymous with whom I (The Webmaster) am corresponding with via personal connections.

Nikolayev Gas: The original purpose of this gas was deemed to have soldiers stay awake on a battlefield for extended periods of time throughout war. This would allow the government to either use less soldiers or allow for that number of soldiers to become a greater force.

The gas was found to be named after Felix Nikolayev: A esteemed soldier with limited descriptions rendered from the remaining journal entries of the experiment.

Today there is evidence found that more refined versions of the Nikolayev gas is used today as a hypnotic catalyst and as a truth serum.

Soviet researchers from the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas structured stimulant. This was in term called “The Russian Sleep Experiment” They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully observe their oxygen intake so the Nikolayev gas didn’t kill them, since it was toxic in large concentrations. This has been before the existence of closed circuit cameras therefore they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the holding chamber to monitor and keep track of them. The holding chamber was stocked with various publications, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and adequate dried food to last all five for upwards of a month.

These test subjects were political prisoners deemed as enemies of the soviet state during The second world war.

Protected Entrance to The Experimentation Chambers ↓

The First Five Days

Everything was running smoothly with the sleep experiment; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for experimented days. Their interactions and routines were monitored and it was noted that they continued to discuss increasingly traumatic incidents they’ve experienced in their past, and the overall tone in their conversations took on a darker aspect following the 4 day mark.

After five days they started to protest concerning their circumstances and events contributing to where they were being held and all commenced to show signs of intense paranoia. They ceased conversing withone another and began instead to whispering to the the microphones and their one way mirrored portholes. Oddly all of them appeared to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by snitching over , the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected that this was indeed as result of the experimental gas itself…

The Ninth Day

The first of them started off screaming. He ran along the chamber consistently screaming at the top of his lungs for Three hours without pause, he continued attempting to scream but was only capable of producing infrequent squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically tattered his vocal cords. Probably the most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it… or rather didn’t react to it whatsoever. They carried on whispering to the microphones up until thesecond of the captives started to screaming. The 2 non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly ceased. So did the whispering to the microphones. The Porthole windows have became un-viewable.

The Twelfth Day

The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make certain they were working, since they thought it was not possible that no sound could be coming with 5 people on the inside. The oxygen intake in the holding chamber indicated that all 5 must still be alive. The fact is, it had been the volume of oxygen 5 people would consume at a very heavy amount of strenuous exercise. On the early morning of the 14th day the study did something they said to the prisoners that they would not do. In order to obtain some sort of reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, aiming to trigger any kind reply from the captives that they were afraid were either dead or vegetables. They declared: “We are opening up the chamber to test the microphones step away from the door and lie flat on the ground or else you will be shot. Consent will earn one of you your immediate freedom.” To their surprise they heard but a single phrase in a very quiet voice response: “We no longer want to be freed.

”Debate broke out among the research workers and the military forces funding the study. Not able to provoke any more replies via intercom The Researchers had finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.

Fifteenth Day | Midnight

The chamber was purged from the Nikolayev gas and filled with fresh air and instantly voices from the microphones had begun to object. 3 different voices began pleading, as though they were begging for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soviet soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They started screaming louder than ever before, and thus did the soldiers when they had the chance to see what was on the inside.

Four of the five subjects remained alive, despite the fact that nobody could rightly call the state of the test subjects as ‘living. ‘ The food rations past day 5 hadn’t been so much as touched. There was chunks of meat from the deceased test subject’s upper thighs and chest stuffed into the drain down the middle of the chamber,obstructing the drain and allowing 4 inches of water to amass on to the floor. Exactly how much of the water on the floor was actually blood never was determined.

All four ’surviving’ Russian Sleep experiment subjects also had significant portions of muscle tissue and epidermis torn far from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on the subject’s finger tips revealed that the wounds were inflicted manually by hand, not with teeth as the research workers initially considered. Closer study of the position and angles of the wounds revealed that most if not all all of them were self-inflicted. The abdominal organs underneath the ribcage of all four test subjects have been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm stayed in place, the skin and the majority of the muscle tissue attached to the rib cage had been ripped off, exposing the lungs in the ribcage. All the arteries and internal organs remained intact, they had just been removed and laid on the floor, fanning out about the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their very own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten throughout the course of days and nights.

Most of the soldiers were Soviet special operatives in the facility, but still many refused to revisit the chamber to remove the test subjects. They carried on to scream to be left inside the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep… To everybody’s surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight while being taken out of the chamber.Among the Soviet soldiers, one perished from getting his neck punctured by a test subject, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject’s teeth.

In total: 5 of the soldiers, following the incident took their own lives after being witness to their comrade’s deaths. In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers tried to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with serum '___' using more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, kicking to breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he’d bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for an additional 3 minutes, struggling to attacking anyone in reach and just repeating the word “MORE” repeatedly, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.

The remaining three test subjects were heavily restrained and transferred to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the Nikolayev gas demanding to be kept awake…By far the most seriously injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his internal organs placed back within his body it turned out that he was effectively immune to the sedative they’d given for him to prepare him for his surgery. He struggled furiously against his restraints once the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear the majority of the way through the 4 inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even with the bodyweight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took merely a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that deceased on the operating table it was discovered that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscle tissue which were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his fight to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force that his own muscles had exerted on them.

The second survivor was the very first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords messed up he was unable to beg and resist surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval once the anaesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when somebody suggested,hesitantly, they try the surgical procedure without anesthetic, and did not react for the whole 6 hour operation of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it should be clinically feasible for the affected prisoner to be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she saw the patients lips curl into a grin several times, whenever his eyes met hers. Once the surgery ended the subject looked over at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to speak while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient might write down his message. It was simple. “Keep cutting.” The other two test subjects received the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it extremely hard to execute the operation as the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects might only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system within an extraordinarily short period of time and were soon looking to escape their bonds. As soon as they could speak again, they were again requesting the stimulant gas. The study attempted at asking why they had seriously injured themselves, why they had ripped out their very own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again. Merely one response was given: “I must remain awake.”

The three subject’s restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting conviction in regards to what ought to be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath from their military ‘benefactors’ for having failed the stated goals of the project considered euthanizing the remaining subjects. The commanding official, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what can happen if they be put back on the gas. The study strongly objected, but were overruled.

In preparation for being sealed in the holding chamber again, the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone’s surprise the three stopped their struggling as soon as it had been let slip that they are to be going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay conscious. One of subjects that could talk was humming loudly and consistently; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to concentrate on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were overseeing his brain waves in surprise. They were normal more often than not but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before going back to normal. As they focused entirely on the paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor only one nurse observed his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.

The sole remaining subject that could talk started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed exactly the same flat-lines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave an order to seal the holding chamber with the two subjects on the inside, as well as 3 researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and shot his as well… He pointed his gun on the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the leftover members of the medical and research team fled the area. “I will not locked in here with these things! Not with you!” he screamed at the man strapped to the table. “WHAT ARE YOU?” he demanded. “I have to know!” The subject smiled. “Have you forgotten so easily?” The subject asked. “We are you. We’re the chaos that exists within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We have been that which you hide from in your beds every night. We’re what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.” The researcher paused. Then aimed towards the subject’s heart and fired. The EEG flat-lined whilst the subject weakly choked out.
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posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:41 PM
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True story.

My grandmother once lived in an old, three story house. It was set in the woods and slightly run down. It needed new paint, some of the floorboards would creak and the doorways were no longer straight from where the house had settled over the years.

The house itself always gave me a slightly uneasy feeling. However, I have an over-active imagination and at the time of this event I was heavily into my Stephen King horror phase (I was about ten).

The third floor of the house contained three bedrooms. One bedroom belonged to my aunt Beth, who was eight years older than me and wanted very little to do with my brother or myself. Since we stayed at Granny's during the day while Mom and Dad worked, I think it was a jealousy thing. Beth was my Mom's youngest sister and the baby of the family, while I was the first grandchild.

About three months after they moved into this house, Beth started complaining about noises coming from the walls in her room that kept her up at night. Granny and Papaw dismissed her complaints, but when my other aunt who lived there began to echo her concerns, they decided to investigate.

I was there when Granny took Beth upstairs and began searching her room, just to prove there was nothing there. The rat traps they'd sat hadn't worked and they owned three cats, so mice were not likely the culprit. Anyway, while moving a big dresser away from the wall, they discovered a piece of plywood nailed to the wall. It wasn't even painted. (I should mention the dresser had come with the house, as had a lot of the furniture). Granny, being Granny, immediately took a hammer and crow bar and tore off the plywood.

Behind it was a small door.

I'm not kidding when I say small. It was about three feet high and narrow. An adult man would have to really squeeze to get in there. The door was locked but Granny got it open anyhow.

Inside was a little hallway, very dusty, that opened into a tiny room. I could walk in the hallway if I hunkered over. An adult would have to crawl, and could only sit in the little room.

There was a small chair, doll sized, in that room. Nothing else. The walls had been covered in wallpaper that was now very yellowed with age. Dust and cobwebs everywhere, I sneezed for days after this little adventure.

What we finally noticed, and what still haunts me to this day, was the fresh looking scratches on the walls of the tiny room and the little hallway. Nt scratches, really...more like gouges in the wall. These gouges were in groups of three, as if whatever clawed hand responsible had only three fingers.

There was no dust in the gouges. They looked fresh.

We backtracked out of that little room, not saying a word. Granny nailed the plywood back in place and moved the dresser back against the wall. And that was that.

Two night later Beth moved into her sister's room and they kept that room locked until they moved out a year later.

The house was eventually abandoned. I went back with a group of my friends in high school to show them the little room, but the stairs were in really bad shape and rotten. The house was torn down not long after.



posted on May, 30 2013 @ 06:42 PM
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Ooooooh great one, last sentence really gets you...chills.






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