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The Fish in the MirrorThe Fish is a shifting and shining creature that nobody has evercaught but that many say they have glimpsed in the depths ofmirrors. According to Herbert Allen Giles, belief in the Fish is part of alarger myth that goes back to the times of the Yellow Emperor. Inthose days the world of mirrors and the world of men were not, asthey are now, cut off from each other. They were, besides, quitedifferent; neither beings nor colors nor shapes were the same. Bothkingdoms lived in harmony; you could come and go through mirrors.One night the mirror people invaded the earth. Their power was great,but at the end of bloody warfare the magic arts of the Yellow Emperorprevailed. He repulsed the invaders, imprisoned them in their mirrors,and forced on them the task of repeating, as though in a kind ofdream, all the actions of men. He stripped them of their power and oftheir forms and reduced them to mere reflections. Nonetheless, a daywill come when the spell will be shaken off. The first to awaken will bethe Fish. Deep in the mirror we will perceive a very faint line and thecolor of this line will be like no other color. Later on, other shapes willbegin to stir. Little by little they will differ from us; little by little theywill not imitate us. They will break through the barriers of glass ormetal. Side by side with these mirror creatures, the creatures of waterwill join the battle. In Yunnan they do not speak of the Fish but of theTiger of the Mirror. Others believe that in advance of the invasion wewill hear from the depths of mirrors the clatter of weapons. And thistime, they will not be defeated.

The HitchhikersThere are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker - they only everappear at night on quiet roads, seeming to flicker into existence in thevery edge of headlights, never carrying a sign, always with anexpression of deep despondency on their faces, swathed in a heavycoat and long pants, usually with gloves. If you stop, they will seemcordial enough, polite, but hardly chatty. They will assure you that thenext town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them.Normal enough. Unless you try killing them.They die easily enough. But look underneath their clothes, and youwill see that their skin is marred with lines of scars, forming repeatingpatterns that are unsettling to look at, and even more unsettling inthe context of their skin. They have no wallets, no identification. If

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you slice their belly open, however, they're different inside. There's noblood, no muscle, only a hollow cavity containing a single object. Theobject varies. Examples include a single coin, heavy and golden andengraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. A diamond gem withfractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. A small vase, quiteunbreakable, that smells of the ocean and is always damp…Once you possess a hitchhiker's object, you'll find yourself alwaysdriving the quiet roads at night. You'll never mean to, but somehow,you just will. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly inyour head. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in yourheadlights, try to resist the impulse to stop, and sometimes youmight. But sometimes you won't. You'll try telling yourself that this isjust a normal person on an adventure, someone who ran out of petrol.The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. You'llsmile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly, casually,reach under the seat or across to the glove box..

The Unmentionable BargainThere's a small, inconspicuous building called "Padraic Willoughsbyand Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time,its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, onFebruary 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plasticcontainer outside the front door containing business cards. On thefront of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAICWILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICALSPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type it says "Theblood of the innocent."Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby andCo. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantlyunlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No lightreaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of theroom. When you approach this room you will find that it is actuallyanother door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes aman become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on theback of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open andyou will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you willfind around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting aroundsmoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress.There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearlysilent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same recordover and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of thepatrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were notthere.Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table,slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and adocument. The document shows all of your personal information:name, birth date, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears,etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for yoursignature. No one knows what happens if you sign it.

The LighthouseThere is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear



on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can anyother land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting fromage and sea water, which is never lit. There is nothing inside it, savefor a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dustybookcase.The case is filled with unmarked books; bound in ancient leather, savefor a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will flingitself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall startscreaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove itback on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shallbreak free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, inkand binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it inthe empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the worldshall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will becontained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in orout.The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evilever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escapeis to douse the light.

Leon CzolgoszLeon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the 25th President of theUnited States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, atAuburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects foundin his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face inprofile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a facewhich has yet to be identified.

The VoidRumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am,there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch blackroom with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the roomwhen the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Placeyour right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If donecorrectly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with noflesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and youwill hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you willbe filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questionsabout events that have occurred within your life. His voice will soundlike the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion.For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senseswill be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that isanswered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someoneyou know.That person will be found dead the next morning with their fleshremoved and their eyes missing.

The Old HotelThere is an old hotel that has been around for hundreds of years. If



anyone was to find themselves staying in Room 6 you would findyourself in an unknown place, where exactly at 12:16 AM the powerwill go out and you'll find yourself in utter darkness. If you chose tostay awake nothing will happen. But if you so much as close your eyesand fall asleep you will find yourself in an unimaginable pit of despair,where creatures of fathomless shapes and sizes roam. You will betrapped here for hours, until the sun comes up. It is rumored that thisroom is a gate into hell, and demons use the condensed evil of theroom to escape into our reality through our minds. Those who havestayed in there rarely speak of it, for even recalling the night will putthem in an uncontrollable frenzy.

The CornerIn almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure thatno one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has beenblocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the atticbetween the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk younever use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees thelight of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does notmerely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges ofits prison.No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it toacquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditionsthat it must meet. But it is a far more common occurrence than youmight think.In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often reportfeeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest ofsummers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if thereis anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and theyleave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, thefeeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It isimpossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed toreveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanitythrough nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to dowhen encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, ripaway the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold onwhat you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not getup, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears. You mightbe one of the lucky ones.

The MirrorThe next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Thinkof something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It mustbe clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking inthe mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold itin position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours willbe different.Don't look back up.Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.

Deeper Darkness



There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes pastthree on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess thecourage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present.At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold youhand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But youmust not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Insteadyou must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.And it will reach out to you.An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nortighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of thedecrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remainperfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracingunknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up yourarm. And most of all do not even breathe as it caresses your face,touching what cannot be seen.Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and avoice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smellthe scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece ofinformation: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and thepresence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darknesslifts. "It is done."From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysteriouspower. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year,perhaps two, your eyes will sting in bright light, you will feel your skinbegin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath…

The Other EarthRemember this -Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, youhave the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have writtena suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared todie… at that moment, stop.Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note until you end up with apiece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do.Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking animaginary lock.The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth.The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death isinevitable, but in the meantime the other earth will belong to you. Bewarned: the other earth is very different from this one.

Benjamin FranklinA mason, Benjamin Franklin's links to occult secret societies have longbeen known. In the clip below, the History Channel talks about hisinvolvement in the Hellfire Club, a secret society that conducted blackmasses and orgies. These bizarre, occult practices are still going ontoday in secret societies like the Bohemian club. In 1998, workmenrestoring Franklin's London home dug up the remains of six childrenand four adults hidden below the home. The London Times reportedon February 11, 1998:"Initial estimates are that the bones are about 200 years old and wereburied at the time Franklin was living in the house, which was his



home from 1757 to 1762, and from 1764 to 1775. Most of the bonesshow signs of having been dissected, sawn or cut. One skull has beendrilled with several holes. Paul Knapman, the Westminster Coroner,said yesterday: "I cannot totally discount the possibility of a crime.There is still a possibility that I may have to hold an inquest."

BirthdayOn your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up thenewspaper. The classified ads will have a small segmentcommemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Uponlooking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancingin your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for therest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await hisarrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package.Inside, you shall find the object you most desire.

FerrariA man saw a Ferrari at a used-car sale and asked for the price of thecar. The salesman lit up with a smile and said he'd give it to the manfor $500 dollars. The man bought the car instantly on the spot afterhearing the ridiculously cheap deal.The man had the car for months now, but on a cold, winter day as hegot into the driver's seat he was startled to see someone in the rear-view mirror. He quickly turned around and saw nothing in the emptyseat and quickly shrugged it off thinking he must have imagined it.As the cold days went by, the car doors started to lock up on him, theengine would stall, and he would hear sounds of something hitting inthe back. The man started getting anxious about this bad omen. Thathorror soon showed itself as he was driving to the airport to pick uphis relatives. He looked up and saw 3 bloody bodies in the rear-viewmirror staring at him. He screamed and realized that this car is reallyhaunted and fled from the car.Later he heard the story of the car from the salesman. The policefound the car 2 years ago abandoned in an empty airport parking stallwhere 2 dead bodies were found in the back seat and another onefound in the trunk.

His True NameAlthough the Jewish omnipotent entity we refer to by tradition as Godwas first called Yahweh (I am) by the Israelites, legend has it that thehigh priest of Israel passed from one to another his true name, madeup of 72 Hebrew letters that, when spoken, would summon hispresence before the speaker. This was required for their annual ritualof asking for forgiveness of the nation's sins - by asking face to face.So what would happen if you found this combination? And what couldyou petition? Well, Jesus did provide a warning, "Fear not those whocan destroy the body and then do no more… fear him who, afterkilling the body, can destroy the soul." (Luke 12:4-5)

Negative Energy



Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wallsomewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wallthat line up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sureyou are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains allthe negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer,reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will getspooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you,that’s what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will comeover you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? That’s because rightnow, all the evil is locked safely in your mind.Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to removethe spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a gravemistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, youwill have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer atnight, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling ofdread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared willnow hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your lovedones will have a string of bad luck.Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventuallybreak down. On the anniversary of the spot's destruction, you willdream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go onforever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision hasdarkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself,and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind,don’t ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can stilltell where it is.

An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor AwayHave you ever heard the expression "an apple a day keeps the Doctoraway?" Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it issimply an easy-to-remember rhyme that stresses the importance ofeating healthily to young children. But the saying did not originate asa harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early yearsof the gold rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.

One August, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series ofbloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single housewould be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would beswiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, save for a few scrapsof food.After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and aglass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower ofthe church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just aftermidnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight; a man, carrying a blackbag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head tofoot in cloth bandages, staggered into view. He paused at the sight ofthe apples and milk, and then whipped his head around, as if lookingfor the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocerducked out of sight, staying hidden 'til sunrise.The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't eventouch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one waskilled. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or twoevery night, even long after a single apple stopped disappearing.



One For The BaronAn odd occurrence has been rumored to happen in a certain pub atnight in southwest Germany. If you sit in the stool farthest from thedoor while one beside it is empty, order a round for yourself and offerto "buy one for the Baron". The bartender will without question orexpression will pour 2 beers from tap. He'll place one beside you andthe moment the other one hits the table the room will go dark andsilent, save for the sound of footsteps as a man in uniform sits besideyou.It is believed that it is indeed Captain Manfred von Richthofen,although no one is sure because they can barely see their own glass,much less the person's face. No one who's told this story has had thenerve you touch him or risk insult, and the figure does not say aword. But apparently if you were to ask him "So sir, what's thecondition at the front?" he would tell you startling details about theregion's future and sometimes how they connect to the world as awhole.Those who lived long enough after the fact claim that these eventstook place the exact about of years from the date they asked as fromthe date Baron von Richthofen died in battle. Yet this cannot beconfirmed, because every time the figure has been asked the questionafter 1964 he's only replied with a cold laugh.(note: Manfred Von Richthofen was the red baron)

FreakshowA young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when hiswife went into a restroom and didn't return. With time the man beganto fear the worst and went to the police. The police thought it wasmost likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage,but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play.As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding hisbeautiful wife, but his life fell into a shambles, he was so filled withgrief.Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering theworld looking for anything that might ease his pain. Years later inBorneo he came upon a freak show in an old shabby building, he wentin on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred andmutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strangeanimal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark onhis wife's face.

Hotel CaliforniaThey say that somewhere in western America, some say in Utah,others say on the California coast, there's a certain small motel on theside of the road.When you go inside, it's decorated in very common hotel decor, withthe ornate paneling and old-fashioned key-lock doors.The thing is, there's a room in there for everybody. Everybody has areservation for exactly when they show up, and the number of roomsavailable is always one more than the number of people there. Oneperson to a room, that is the rule.



Some say that the song "Hotel California" is based off this motel,though you *can* leave this particular motel. I wouldn't adviselooking at a mirror for at least a month after doing so, though.

Cell PhoneIf you call yourself on your own cellular phone, sometimes you will getan answer. You won't hear anything other than heavy breathing, sodon't bother waiting for them to speak. If you then say the name of aperson you know and a reason that they should die (reasons like "Ijust want them dead" do work), then they will die a gruesome deathwithin the next 24 hours. Their horribly mangled corpse will becompletely unrecognizable, and there is never any evidence pointingto a specific perpetrator so the person(s) that performs this servicehas never been caught. This was how the infamous Black Dahliamurder was perpetrated.

The WellIf you ever find yourself in LA's Old China town, head into the square,past the statue of sun Yat-sen, past the hip-ultramod toy store called"Munky King" and look for an import store next to what used to be awishing fountain. Go into this store ad head all the way straight back,you'll see a selection of weapons, Look for a weapon called aJiujiebian, a sort of multi-sectioned whip. It MUST have exactly ninesegments, no more, no less. This will be called the "chain of night" asof now; there are 48 notches in its handle. It will cost you 29.95.Then after that, go outside and wait till dark, as the moon rises, takea quarter from your pocket and cast it at the wishing well. as it landsfocus on that spot exactly and slowly chant under your breath: "bythe circles of Lao-tzu, the void inside of matter, I call forth the spiritthat lingers here!" this phrase is best said in the original mandarin,but the spirit will understand a sincere supplicant regardless oflanguage. A girl will step out of the bottom of the fountain, about nineyears of age. She will ask you: "Where has my mother gone?" youmust respond with: "She has long since gone from earth, but look tothe sky, and see her there!"This spirit is not that of a little girl, but of a bog-hag, cursed to obeythis one command regardless of who says it. At this moment, youmust attempt to strike the girl with your Newly Acquired Jiujiebian.SHE will then snarl and attempt to fight back. Should you win, all themoney ever thrown into the fountain will await you. If you fail, all thatthe folks in Chinatown know is that a bloody Jiujiebian lies at the doorof the import store with a notch in it's handle. To date, there are 48notches in the handle.

Truck DriverThere's a dark forest deep in the heart of the Rockies, surrounded onall sides by mountains. In the center of the forest is a lake on theshores of which you will find a large black stone. If you swim out intothe center of the lake, the stone will drag you down into the darkness.You will emerge from shadows in the alley of a frightening dark city ofheavily arched roofs and buildings built on stilts. You must not talk to



a single citizen of this city, or you shall be trapped there forever. Thecitizenry is horrid and mutated, and they will leer and curse at you,and their hideous and deformed women shall offer you unknown andhorrible lewdnesses.At the edge of this city is a highway. Walk down the left side of theroad (yes, against traffic) with your thumb out and a man in a darktruck shall pick you up and drive you back the way you came. The citywill be gone, and he will take you to any place on Earth as long as youcan name it and there's a road there.

Baby DollIn rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" babydolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had herchild the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion"advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it tostop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parentwould have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have toget harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing thatseemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its headagainst the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying.On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities toreport child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloodyremains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In mostcases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, shejust "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle inher arms.

NightmaresA recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA,concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known asnightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires,most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independentof the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmaresthey are almost always found in the same memory section as actualphysical memories, not the section where normal dreams arereplayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at nightin your "dreams?" They're real.

NotebookSomewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it's ina dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone's attic;perhaps it's in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny,obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten,ranging from leather-bound volumes with yellowing pages twohundred years old through to modern spiral-bound notebooks. All ofthem are diaries, some by famous people, some by not-so famouspeople, but all by the most horrific madmen and murderers the worldhas ever known. And the collection is growing. For if you ever find it,you will hear a faint scratching sound, coming from the newestvolume of the set. This volume will be new, and filled with blankpages, except for the first. On this first page, you will find the



beginning of your own diary, written in your own hand.

The CornerIf you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. inCharleston, South Carolina at 3 AM, you see a man coming downChurch St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hairand weathered skin. He'll stop at one of the two corners directlyacross from where you are standing and start to walk the cornerdirectly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches abouthalfway (dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived,he'll stop, turn, and look directly at you.If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he'll tip his hat to youand walk along his way, disappearing into the dark shadows of thetrees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if you followhim.If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will seeis the man standing directly in front of you. He'll grin maliciously atyou and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash youacross your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however,pass out and remain in a comatose state until the sun rises over thehorizon.For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the manwalking down the street, appearing suddenly before you, and slashingyour throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same upuntil he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he'll say,"It's been fun playing with you, boy, but now it's time for you to go.Don't ever let me see you again." He'll then tip his hat and walk awaybefore you wake up.Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time.

CigarettesGo to any high traffic bathroom. It must be a high traffic bathroom;otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carryout the task. A hotel bathroom is perfect. Make sure it's after 12pm,and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. The stronger thecigarette, the higher your success rate is. Sit in the dark and beginsmoking one of the cigarettes. Make sure there is a mirror present,and that you look at your reflection at all times. The burning cherryshould provide just enough light for this. When you’ve smoked thecigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter, the room should be full ofsmoke. Your eyes will no doubt be watering, but don’t blink. Don’ttake your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. Toblink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught.You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black.The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separateinto two red eyes. The smoke in the room will begin to condense, andbefore you even realize it’s happened, a shade will be sitting on theledge of the sink. He’ll ask you for a cigarette, which is why you’reinstructed to bring two. Give the shade a cigarette, which will lightitself once he brings it to his withered lips. At this point, you can askthe shade any question you want, and he'll answer true. You can askwho shot JFK, who was Jack the Ripper. Anything you could possibly



think of. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’ssmoked. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few morehits to kill it, the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to definemore of his features, making him more material than ethereal.At this point, stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweepingmotion. He should still be mostly smoke, so your hands should passeasily through his head. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILLattack you, almost surely taking your life in the process. The shadewill begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyeswill be burning intensely. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even thoughthe eyes are disembodied, they can see if they are out in the open.Run to the light switch and flip it on. This will banish the shadesphysical form and send him back into the ether. Leave the room andwait until 3:00 am to open your hand. The burning will be unbearableuntil then, but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house,allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. You will have 4burn marks on your palm when you open it. All cauterized of course,and mostly healed.From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror, becausethe shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand.He'll have black hell dogs now, given his loss of sight, and they are farmore terrible than the shade could ever be. The number of hell dogsdepends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. Afterthis, you’ll always be cold, no matter how warm it is, and you’ll begiven the ability to perform minor miracles. Your dreams will alwaysbe nightmares, but in them, you will be granted a kind of third sight.You’ll never be able to see anything good, only the most horrificfuture events. And these events will only be known to you at a pointwhere you can’t do anything to stop them.A small price to pay for absolute knowledge.

The ClosetOpen your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have onematch with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights outside ofthe closet are on, this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight.The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that'sneeded. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say,"Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearingwhispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, andthe match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If youlight the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, somethingwill grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a foreverfall into darkness.If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happensafter, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but doNOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet withoutthe light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during thenight you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes thatglow like matches.

The Subway Ride



I live in the UK. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. Heworks with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube(subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. When she got on therewere 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sittingin them. As she was a little afraid, she went and sat opposite thesepeople. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sittingopposite her really staring at her.So she got out her book and started to read but every time shelooked up the woman was still staring. The train pulled into the nextstation and a man got on. He looked up and down the carriage, took alook at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her.As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly inher ear "If you know what's good for you, you'll get off at the nextstation with me". She was scared but thought the best idea would beto get off at the next station as he asked as there might be peoplearound.The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. Theman says "Thank God, I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get youoff that train. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you wasdead and the two men either side were propping her up". According tothe guy who told this story, the girl and the doctor called the policewho stopped the train at the next station.

Hide and SeekA young couple has just been married at a large family wedding. Thereception is held at the bride's grandmother's house. After they havehad dinner and cake and such they all decide to play hide and goseek, which has been a tradition in the bride's family for quite sometime. The bride, knowing the house, decides to hide in the attic in alarge chest, but when she climbs in she slips and the lid to it comescrashing down. It knocks her out and she is now locked, unconscious,in the chest.Meanwhile the rest of the family is searching for her and is starting toget worried. After hours of calling for her and searching the housethey call the police, who are also unable to find the missing bride. Thebride eventually wakes up but is unable to get out so starves todeath.Years later the bride's younger sister is married and when she turns tohide in the very same chest she is horrified to find her sister's remainsrotted away in her wedding dress, now covered in blood from herfrantically trying to claw her way out.

PentagramGo into your bathroom late at night. Try lighting some candles in frontof the mirror to form a pentagram. Get some lipstick or other markingsubstance that is red, and draw the pentagram, candles acting asvertices. Now pray your hardest to Satan that your soul will bedestroyed, and no light will reach you for the rest of your life. Aphrase will be spoken to you in a hellish voice that resembles hissing.A loud crash will be heard, DO NOT LOOK IN THE MIRROR. After thecrash is finished, quietly count from one to twenty. Do not make anynoises or sudden movements. Now say the name of somebody you



dislike six times. A year from the summoning, they will die a horribledeath, with a long object (pole, spear, etc.) impaled through the rightside of the chest, where the heart would be if it was on the right side.I suggest you don't touch a bible for a week after this.

The TapeDuring the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis,Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchenstove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in thekitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape wasfound inside the camera at the time.Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, anunmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm'swell (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio,police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted awoman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly usingthe same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioningthe camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image,the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door,crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutesinto the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after whichpoint thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For theremaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died,it remained in its stationary position.To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released anyinformation about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Policewere also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or whythe height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close tomatching the body they'd found in the oven.

NonexistenceDo you ever wonder how scary death is? Think about it; it’s the onething that we truly know absolutely nothing about. Some people maycite religious beliefs of an afterlife and others might claim they justfocus on life, but it's really something that is totally and utterlyforeign to us. And what if the religious people are wrong? What ifdeath really is nonexistence… that it’s simply over once the braindies? Terrifying, huh? Of course, the reasoning goes that you won'tnotice it, since you won't exist.But… Let's say a certain someone could expose you to nonexistence.Let's say this person could actually let you experience the state of notexisting and more importantly, let you remember it. He'd probably beable to get you to agree to anything in order to avoid that fate.Tangentially, for certain people near death, their brain activitysometimes ceases completely for about three seconds and thenreturns, only to shortly die in a more conventional fashion.As another aside, many hospital orderlies have noticed a man wearinga suit that they have never seen in any catalog or on any personbefore. Interestingly enough, when you ask them about the suit theywill struggle for a moment, then reply that it’s hard to describe, butthey are sure they haven’t seen it before. Ask them about the man



however, and they will freeze up, spasm violently and reply, "Whatman?"

The VoiceIf you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing andmove not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that thesilence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone.This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the propersetting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying tointerpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of afiller sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcanepurpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise isnot impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively"break" the cover-up sound.The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top ofyour lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will bedifferent for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens oftries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditoryheroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you willhear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen inthe immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the eventsoccurring 10 seconds into the future.As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice underincreasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard atany time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly beinvaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relateto people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surpriseyou. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch thisability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it willdrive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death overand over again.Of course this isn't the case, though, it’s a normal voice, your earsreceive it no matter what, and it’s simply a matter of noticing. Butthere is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body.And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice newsights. More importantly, you will be noticed.

The Homeless ManSomewhere in NYC there is an old homeless man missing both hislegs from the knees down, whose spot along the streets is the cornerof Lexington and East 21st, near Granmercy Park. Approach him afternightfall, give him some change (NO pennies, NO dimes) and ask him,"What did you see on the other side?" He will then tell you all abouthis travels to other realms and times, where he lost his legs, how helost his money.It is up to you whether to believe him or not, but as you listen you'llfind yourself being drawn in with every story. You must stay alert, orthe old man will notice your inattentiveness, and with a scowl he willstop imparting his wisdom; he will chase you as fast as he can,tottering on his stubs. The other reason why you must stay alert is tocheck the time. Before midnight you must interrupt him (do NOT lethim finish whatever story he's telling you at the moment) and say



"I've heard enough, old man. Good day and good luck", then walkaway.Make at least two left-hand turns around the block before going aboutyour business. You must do this, because anyone who has stayed tolisten past midnight is never seen again, at least not in this particularplane of existence.

The MedicIn the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, amedic in the German army had completely run out of plasma,bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortarfire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed tohave heard, above the screams and barked commands of theirLieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost completedarkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been thisshort on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had alwaysprided himself on his resourcefulness.The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most mendropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - NewYear's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. Theydiscovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, buthunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given freshblood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available.Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, withthe maroon stain of blood.The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off intospace. When one man approached him, and tapped him on theshoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin,muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body wasalmost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and inthe other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated forwounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.

The Other WatcherA man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in.The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on theway to his room, there was a door with no number that was lockedand no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look insidethe room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions ofthe woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going tobed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about theroom with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to thedoor and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent downand looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it,chilling his eye.What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was awoman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her headagainst the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion fora while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decidednot to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the doorand walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door



and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw wasredness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color,unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spyingthe night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk formore information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through thekeyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I mightas well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife inthat room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were notordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which werered."

The TongueA young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. Whennight approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all thewindows but one won't close.She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes itscustomary place under her bed.In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from thebathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her handunder the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls backto sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her handdown to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back tosleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches herhand down and feels the lick of her dog.Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walkstowards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as sheapproaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She isgreeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dogwith its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around.Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words"HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

X-ray SpecsFor a brief period in 1971, a New Jersey based company sold novelty"x-ray" glasses through the mail via advertisements in the Marvel lineof comic books. People who viewed their televisions while wearingthese glasses reported seeing images that were "hellish" or "like hell".It should be noted that this phenomena occured whether thetelevisions in question were turned on or not. The company quicklywent out of business and investigations reveal that the company'saddress leads to a graveyard founded many decades before 1971.

Border CrossingThere was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend tripacross the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute,their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two yearold son with them. They had been across the border for an hour whenthe boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to findhim, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told



her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding theinstructions, she did as she was told.About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border,carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had beenfound. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he droppedhim and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, andin the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of hisorgans removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man wasgoing to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.

MessagesIt's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple ofhours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phonerings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head witha pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing.When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone isringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phonehas stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. Youslide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone asyou stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by thefriendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-sixnew messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're notprepared for what comes next.Screaming.You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you.There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbingnoises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaminggives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with thesounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.The phone beeps again. You're shaking.Message two.

The StaticIf you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turnthe TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough,the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; eventhe white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens youmust not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice atthe time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freezeas well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks ofthe black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly inseemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizingthemselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the staticreturns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you willregain control of your body.You must never watch that television again. It will only play static,even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these sameevents will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happensis unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunateenough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if onecontinues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looksaway, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but



you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screenas you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to beyour station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as allsound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiarsurrounding: the room in which you sit.The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you seeyourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of yourdisappearance.

GjoberdikIn Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, onthe dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and holdtheir breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight'scelebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, butcan not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents.One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times lastyear, in this short time span. The nearest church however, is over 32miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling.Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of thiscentury old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, two peoplegambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.The next dawn, the bells will be struck 27 times.

Peripheral VisionHave you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner ofyour eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Mostwill simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickeringcandle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture.Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.But then there's that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained bythe above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill downyour spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blankingof your mind, only to recede moments later.Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry.Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark.This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and aswith many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, butweakened.This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, andalthough predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may facetoday, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in yourback, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of youreye. It might be better not to see.

I Need Some Bread and Cereal TooYou get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in theshop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few oddsand ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pickup the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to



you, "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage." Upon arrivingat her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to trythe door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter.Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each withidentical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gonebad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru thekitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her headcut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. Theymention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, thepolice psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give yourinitial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear thepsychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. "It's notuncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked intoa series of repetitive behaviors," he says.You think to yourself, "They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia?Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?" Suddenly your cellphone goes off. "Hello?""Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chickenand milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.""No problem Mom. I'll be right over…"

AngelA few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break,so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called theirmost trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two childrenwere already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sitaround and make sure everything was okay with the children. Laterthat night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but shecouldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cabledownstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too muchgarbage).So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in theparent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but thebabysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up theangel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, atthe very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. Thephone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking tothe babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of thehouse… we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue."The police found all three of the house occupants dead within threeminutes of the call. No angel statue was ever found.

Gloomy SundaySzomorú Vasárnap, or Gloomy Sunday in English, is a hit song writtenin 1933 by Hungarian composer Rezs! Seress. It's more commonlyknown as the Hungarian Suicide song because of hundreds (if notthousands) of suicides that had been inspired by listening to it. Thesong itself has been has been covered several times, most famouslyby Billie Holiday, and for the most part is considered an urban legendand a brilliant marketing campaign.The version that reached radio waves, however, is not the version



that was originally written. Rezs! Seress originally wrote the song inorder to woo his girlfriend, who had recently left him. The songsucceeded in bringing them back together for a short time, before shejumped from his apartment window. Rezs! had been out at the time.His girlfriend left a note for him—"Szomorú Vasárnap."The song was changed before release. Rezs! Seress himselfcommitted suicide in 1969, jumping out of his window in very muchthe same manner his girlfriend did.

Please ComeA 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at hiscomputer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on andlogged into an instant messaging program, and was then surprised toreceive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent thatday.It consisted of two words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent areply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two moremessages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get onhis bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride,only about five minutes away.When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside,partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and anunrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It wasmissing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead awayfrom the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed,and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracksleading away from the house from the back door. The forensics reportconcluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents,had been killed sometime the previous night.

100,000It might happen one morning that you wake up home alone. Thiscould be normal depending on your situation, but this morning will bedifferent. While your environment will all seem exactly the same,you’ll notice that everything is quieter than normal. If you go outside,you will notice a distinct lack of anything like birds, insects… orpeople. As far as you travel, you will not encounter another sentienthuman being. The entire world will be intact, empty except for you.There are currently over 100,000 missing persons cases in the UnitedStates. Some are just normal cases of murder or kidnappings, but inothers, the disappearance cannot be explained and no remains of theperson are ever located.

CopyYou're at work alone, when you suddenly hear the copy machine startup. You walk out to take a look at what's going on and see severalcopies filling the tray. Picking up one of the pieces of paper youdiscover that it is a copy of a picture depicting you sitting in youroffice chair, dead, with your eyes torn out and your throat cut. Theothers are the same picture, but taken from increasingly bizarre



angles.There is no original picture in the copy machine. In fact, the machinehas been out of toner for a week.

The MurdererYou are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of amurderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors toyour backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fitsthe profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp,picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back outthe glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is muchcloser to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.

The Bad Dream"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on yourelbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you wantto climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness ofthe situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out yourdaughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why notsweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream,the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feelparalyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The coversbehind you begin to shift.

ReflectionI am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep andwalks into the bathroom. …and he makes faces. I am so tired of thefaces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculousfaces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although insideI am seething with anger. He does this every day… well, USED to. Onemorning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On thisparticular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. Onthis particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissorstightly in his fist. …on this particular morning, entirely against his will,he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomasscreamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with onedifference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.

WristbandsWhen you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a whitewristband with your name on it. But there are other different coloredwristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands areplaced on dead people.There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital.He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to thebasement. He entered the elevator and there was just one otherperson there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevatordescended. When the elevator door opened, another woman wasabout to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and



punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the womanreprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not letthe other woman in.The doctor said, “That was the woman i just operated on. She diedwhile I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband shewas wearing?”The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”

The Shadow Being2006. Leavenworth, Kansas.When I was fourteen, my mother and father were divorced, and Iwent to live with my mother and a man she supposedly fell in lovewith several years ago. We searched for a house for all three of us tolive in, and eventually found the perfect house. A few months later,after finding out that my dad had Cancer, my mom went, engaged tothis man living with us, to the very hospital and stayED with myfather for about a week, leaving me to tend to myself as I remained inthe basement, wasting my time on the computer. It was late, aroundmidnight if I recall correctly, and the man living with us went off tobed, turning off every light in the house, except for the computerroom in the basement. During this time we had one dog and one cat.I can't remember exactly where the dog was, but the cat wasdownstairs with me, doing what cats do, I guess. While typing awayon the computer, it occurred to me, after several minutes had passed,my cat had been staring at the door, which was left wide open, for along time. Her ears appeared to be pinned against the back of herhead and I finally noticed her faint growling. Thinking that it was thedog, I turned around and called for her, only then to notice somethingthat took me completely by surprise. The door that leads up to thesecond floor was left wide open. Infront of it, taking the size of athree or four year old, was this ominous being, made of shadow. Aschills ran down my spine and fear completely took over my body, Iwatched this unearthly 'thing' with what little time I had, I absorbedany features possible, noting that it had small, beady eyes that wereyellow, and this 'thing' had black tendrils on top of it's head, and onthe sides of it's body, which didn't exactly have a 'shape'. Whateverthis thing was, it reacted quickly and hid by leaping over to the stairs,making it partially visable to my view. Then, I noticed that it leanedover and peeked through the wall that hid it, quickly pulling away as itknew I was still watching. To this very day I don't know how, but Imanaged to muster up enough courage and quickly ran to thecomputer room's door, slamming and locking it. An hour later, I ranthrough the whole house, turning on every light possible, except formy mom's bedroom, and I went to bed with the light on. I didn'tbother looking for the dog, and I never told the man about thisstrange occurrence. I just went into my room and crawled into bed.Jesus Christ. I don't know how I fell asleep. But I did.Seriously, whatever the Hell that thing was, it was watching me. Ididn't think that I'd get ever get over it. But I guess I calmed downafter a while… A week later, after staying the night at my brothershouse, I was bored and decided to look this thing up. Oddly enough,what I saw that night matched the description of what most peoplecall a 'Shadow Being'. That scared the living Hell out of me, and I



knew, without a doubt, that it was not my imagination that createdthis thing. Ever since, I hated that house. That perfect house was nolonger my home. I'm honestly surprised that I still stayed in thathouse, unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice. But I never sawthe Shadow Being again. Never. Still, I was afraid. Thankfully threemonths after, mom and I moved back in with my dad and the manliving with us eventually moved away, and our so called dream homewas up for sale. Probably still is. Everything's fine now, but I still havenightmares of the Shadow Being from time to time. Sometimes, itfeels like it's watching me whenever I'm alone. I was never reallyafraid of the dark until then. Now, I hate looking into the darkness.The darkness could be looking back at me.

Eric's MirrorEric was reaching for the towel when he saw it. Something in themirror, darting out of his line of vision. He stared at the mirror for awhile, trying to work out what he'd seen, letting the water drip off ofhim into the empty shower. There was nothing but his own reflection.He began to dry himself, and he saw it again. Flickering out the cornerof his eye, something in the mirror. He stepped out of the shower andtowards the mirror.Eric's wife, Sue, arrived home later that evening, but her husband wasnowhere to be found. After searching the entire house, all she couldfind to suggest he'd ever been there was a towel lying on thebathroom floor. She phoned the police. She didn't look at the mirror.Two days after Eric was reported missing, Sue disappeared off theface of the earth. The only clue to suggest she'd ever been home wasthe shower, still running after long she'd gone.

The Echo in the VoidIt's there - just at the veil of sleep. That dull sensation of falling orspinning just before you fall to sleep. The next time you go to bed, tryto hold yourself there. Just as you drift off, hold onto that feeling.Hold on, and listen. Listen close, for you cannot hold onto that edge ofsleep for long. There, in the space before sleep, is a sound: a gentlehum, a distant echo; like a sigh in a brick building. Listen well, andremember that sound. That is the sound of your last breath.

Inside YouTurn out the lights. All of them. Shut your now useless eyes and focuson silence. Once you have blurred the noise around you, look inside.look deep into your heart for something that is not you. When youfind it, ask its name. If it does not respond say to it "This is MY bodyand I am king in it. You will speak." then ask again. Listen closely withears you don't have to the voice you will hear faintly. Then pull it fromits resting spot and fight it.

The GrasslandsThere's a small building somewhere in north western America, upalong the border between Oregon and Washington. It's just a short,



little, old shack in the woods, off the highway. Anyways, inside,there's a spiral staircase made of grating that goes straight down. Ifyou go all the way down, you'll find yourself stepping out into anendless field of tall grass. There are many bones surrounding thebottom step of the stairs, and things move in the near distance.Nobody who has ever seen these things has come back to say whatthey are.

The Mechanical BookThere is a book that has only been spoken of in terrified whispersbehind closed and locked doors. It is said that only seven people haveever seen this book over the course of all of human history and onlyfour have opened it. Only one man has ever read it. The book…isn'treally a book at all, but a machine. The binding opens and locks, witha grate in the center where the pages can slide through. When thebook is opened, and the pages lie flat, they can be shifted intodifferent positions. Each page is made of metal, the words embossedon it. On each edge of the page is a specially cut design; no twodesigns are the same. It is said that one must find the properarrangement of each of the five hundred and thirty six pages and goto the "Rock of Chaos", where time is the only constant. It is a placeof madness where lightning moves from all directions and the skyitself burns with an insane blue fire. The Rock is the face of animmense cliff, the bottom of which can never be seen by mortal eyeslest they go blind and mad. Somewhere on the face of the rock thereis a single hole, an opening just the right size for the book. Properlyaligned, the book must be brought to this "keyhole" at the exactmoment specified by the stars and spoken of within the book. Oneplaces the book in the hole at the exact moment, and unlocks theChaos Chain. This is a chain of pure ether, which runs from our worlddeep into that of the Void, and there, at the Throne of Darkness, theChain binds that dark soul who rules the Void and would wreakapocalypse on us all: Unenon, the Blind Angel of Darkness. What thebook says…well, only one man ever read it, and it is said that helocked himself in his room for thirty days before emerging, tome inhand, and swore to take the book to the ends of the earth before hedied. He has never been seen or heard from since.

The Dark CornersIn almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure thatno one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has beenblocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the atticbetween the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk younever use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees thelight of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does notmerely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges ofits prison. No one knows quite how long a space must remainconcealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are anyspecific conditions it must meet. But it is a far more commonoccurrence than you might think.In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often reportfeeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of



summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if thereis anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and theyleave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, thefeeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It isimpossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed toreveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanitythrough nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to dowhen encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, ripaway the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold onwhat you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not getup, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears. You mightbe one of the lucky ones.

Gideon's BibleThere are seven words in every Gideon's Bible - the one they stuff inevery hotel room - that can't be found in any other bible. If yourepeat those seven words to yourself while grasping the doorknob toyour room, the door will open to any hotel room in the world. Ofcourse, if you want to control where you're going, you'll need to knowthe Gideon's Key - one more inserted word, unique to each copy,which acts as an index for each room.

Movie TheaterThere's a movie theater in downtown Phoenix, Arizona that only playsmovies from 1987. If you pay for 3 tickets and buy a large popcorn,they will play a film that shows you your future. If you watch theentire film completely, you will have sleeping problems for the rest ofyour life.

DoppelgangerLegend has it that if you come face to face with your doppelganger,it's an omen or warning of death — for both you and your twin.Because of this, if you see a replica of yourself, run for your life. Ifyou keep seeing your doppelganger, chances are that your days arenumbered, because you'll soon see your demise. There are manystories regarding encounters with doppelgangers, none of thempleasant. Often, a person does not actually see their owndoppelganger, but someone else does. Can you be two places atonce? No, but it's a very strange feeling when someone who knowsyou very well insists that they saw you just thirty minutes ago — andyou were nowhere in the vicinity. Imagine this happening time andtime again and you'll soon go insane. Hence, the myth that adoppelganger will precede the arrival of the real person. Many storiesexplaining their experiences with these apparitions have this incommon. Perhaps he's one step ahead of you?

Old Vending MachineThere is a village somewhere in England that has not been inhabitedfor over 20 years. It has long since been forgotten off of most maps,



and only has one road in and out of it. If you manage to find it, it willseem a peaceable enough place, the derelict buildings beingovergrown and nature taking back the land for herself. Howeversomewhere within the village is a vending machine which still haspower. it will still have it's original look and sell ordinary brands ofdrink (though with 20 year old packaging) however the one at thevery bottom will be marked "E". pay only in 10p pieces to buy thisdrink. When you recieve it, before drinking it, peer inside the can tocheck it's colour (do not try to pour some out. it will refuse to leavethe can despite vigorous shaking). if it's green drink heartily, it willgive you an unnaturally long lifespan and go luck in everything youdo. if it is red, however, it will spread a horrific pestilence over you,claiming one of your senses every 10 years after you drink it.

A Smooth RockAt the edge of the Pacific Ocean, on some abandoned beach in thetropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reachof the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and thesmooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It's curved andformed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climbon top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top. If youstand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water isat its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. Afaint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can't quite identify. Itgets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, overthe edge of the rock. Once you are leaning out further than wouldprobably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and youwill fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; yousimply disappear into the ocean. No one knows what happens afteryou disappear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off thesame rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthlycalendar, they were gone for one day, and then washed up on anotherbeach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened,and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fierypaths and gibbering demons.

Lottery NumbersThe lottery gives you a three digit number and a four digit numbereach day. What else has seven digits split into three, then four? It's aphone number. The lottery is a telephone oracle. Whoever is on theend of the line when you call that number knows something that youneed to know, though sometimes getting the prophecy out of themcan be difficult. It helps if you have a winning ticket, I believe.

The RestaurantIn the most deserted part of Wyoming there is a restaurant. There areno roads leading to it, no signs advertising it. It's just there, in theopen. Walk inside however, and you will learn two things. One, it'sjam packed with people talking, eating and enjoying themselves. Two,the entire place looks like it's a scene from the 50's including thepeople, the food, the newspapers, the music, everything. Take a seat,



observe the atmosphere, relax. When the waitress comes to get yourorder, make it a cheeseburger with mashed potatoes. Afterwards, ared-haired lady should ask you to date to a tune on the juke-box. Findthe song on it that has the same number as your current age, pick it,then dance you heart out. When the song ends, a flash of light withengulf the whole scene, and you will be standing outside your homethe following morning.You now should have the power of clairvoyancefor the remaining year. If you did not, then woe is you. For you alsomissed out on the best fries and shake you'll ever eat.

SmellThey say that the olfactory senses (the sense of smell) is the senseclosest linked to memory. Go on eBay, or to a high-end antiquesdealer. Find an item made a good amount of time before you wereborn that was hermetically sealed, vacuum packed or tightly packagedin some way. Make sure you are in surroundings of completely neutralsmell with little or no wind. Open the package. The smell shouldhearken back to your collective subconscious or memory of a past life.If you are successful in choosing the right item, with the right smell,you will have at least a memory flash, or likely a memory flood ofyears before you were born.

An alternate SoulAt 12:17 am, on any given night, arises the opportunity to awaken analternate soul. The most common way of viewing them? Through amirror.It is through said medium that the process must take place. Begin atexactly midnight. By no light but that of a single candle, stand beforethe selected mirror. For ten minutes you must concentrate in silence,focused entirely on your reflection. Do not look away from the eyes;for it will be interpreted as weakness and you will be overcome.After ten minutes have passed you must draw blood to smear in a lineacross the eyes of your reflection. Doing so will blind it, and you willwatch as your own features begin to warp. Slowly, gradually, they willmutate into a frightening creature, one beyond the comprehension ofthose who have not experienced it. You must not look away throughthe entirety of the change.Soon the writhing movements of the image will cease. By now anechoing, inhuman sound will resound all around you, the creature willbegin to ease toward the mirror's glass. You must keep watching as itapproaches.If you do not extinguish the candle at exactly 12:17, the creature willescape.Be warned, should you succeed; through any polished surface, be itmirror, wood, or window, your reflection will always be watching.

The Socratic MethodA secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in WestVirginia. To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located inCricket at 9:30 PM on September the twenty-first. The only uniform isa heavy overcoat and a green tie. Order an "Eggs and bacon platter



with coffee." The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu isunavailable, reply, "Well, just the coffee then." You'll be allowed tostay after closing time for the meet. The meeting itself is a meeting ofminds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called"The Socratic Method." They hoist their mugs at the beginning andend of the meeting and say "Death to Socrates." It's rumored a littlehemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.

The Imperial HouseThere is a house somewhere in China, built some time after the FirstEmperor has unified it. The house is built in treacherous terrain, andhas not been seen by human eyes for some time. The architecture istypical of Imperial China, but that's not the strange part. If you stayin the house, you'll notice something very strange. If you takemeasurements, you'll find that the inside of the house is larger thanthe outside. First it'll be a fraction of an inch, than an inch, then afoot, then a yard…you'll even notice features from the inside that areimpossible to find externally, like extra rooms and hallways. Goingwithin these is safe, and you can see the outside, but strangelyenough no one AT the outside can see you or the feature. Most peopleget out at this point, but their vision is forever altered; the worldkeeps distorting in dimensions and size in their eyes. Then there arethose who choose to stay further, and have never been seen again. Itis said that they occupy the parts of the building that only revealthemselves to those who stay longer.

The Gambling ManThere's a tent in a traveling circus in the India. Inside this tent there'sa man who is an expert in poker, you can recognize him because healways bets exactly 2 U.S. dollars and 31 cents. If you beat him after3 rounds, he will bet his soul on the 4th round. Nobody has everbeaten this man on the 4th round, and if you lose well… You don'twant to know.

Carbonated BloodSomewhere in Ohio, there's a soda-vending machine that instead ofselling root-beer, inside the can you'll find the cool, carbonated bloodof people who go missing on roads in the middle of the night. It doesnot take paper money, despite having the apparatus necessary.

An Urban LegendIf you bathe naked a whole night under the light of the full moon,you'll be able to attain a 3 hour erection the following day.

The Bas-ReliefEvery 23,375 days, exactly at 12:04PM (at exactly 64 equal rotationsof the planet) at zero degress latitude, and zero degrees longitude,the tide of the ocean will suddenly drop, a building roughly the size of



three city blocks, covered with bas reliefs will rise suddenly from thedepths. This building will then begin to sink immediately, and willsubmerge completely within 2 minutes. According the eyewitnessaccounts, the reliefs depict certain famous events in human history,including events that had not yet happened.

Off the InterstateInvestigated by the witnesses after they read instructions they foundin a book, left behind in a rest stop bathroom. Participants must mix ashot of whiskey, a drop of their own blood (One drop for eachparticipant), a pinch of salt, and a small amount of used engine oil.Mix with water from a rest stop fountain in a glass bottle, and smashit on the interstate in the evening or morning. If the instructions werefollowed correctly, the way will become densely foggy. an unmarkedexit will appear, and if you pass it by, it will be closed to you for sixyears. If you take the exit, go left and under the interstate. half a miledown the road, is an old gas station. Inside, it is said that a full glassthe coffee sold there, will keep you awake all night, and the otherfood and beverages are purported to have various propertiesthemselves. Pay the proprietor only in metal. No bills, no checks, nocards. There are also an old fortune telling wizard in a glass case, inthe back of the store. He knows how you will die. Accept no sexualfavors that are offered to you while there, and do not anger anyone.

HeartsOn the farthest point of Long Island, the last scrap of land that stillcounts as New York, there sits a tremendous, abandoned building.Protected by its own isolated location, there is also at any given timetwo to three Security Guards there. However, if one approaches thecast iron gates on the night of December 4th, even those few securityguards refuse to work. The gates are left unlocked, and the wind willbe utterly still, a nearly opaque fog filling the peninsula. Go directly tothe main doors and step within, there will be a single long hallway ,the end occluded by that fog. If you look to either side upon entering,you will see a modern operating room through a glass door. Thefarther you walk, the older the equipment will get, the more oldfashioned the doctors will be dressed. As you can finally see the endof the hallway, the screams of the patients will be nearly deafening.The hall will terminate in an open door leading to a single woodentable, a man in woolen medical clothing, stained brown from blood,will be bent over a corpse. The body's face will be covered, and theman will turn silently, screwing the top onto a cloudy jar of liquid,filled to the brim. He will hand this abnormally heavy object to you,before turning back to his work. Instantly, you will be outside of thosecast iron gates. From that point on, disease and injury will neveraffect you, but if you ever open that cloudy jar and pull out thecontents… you will find a heart, pulsing and beating loudly in yourpalm. A sudden feeling of horror and revulsion will pass through youas realization strikes, that you have just pulled your own living heartfrom your chest.

Watched from the Darkness



If you watch long enough, under certain conditions, shadows growimpatient. When in a room alone with your a small light source, focuson it. The shadow will slowly close in on you, until you move. Ofcourse, it is afraid of the light, as dark cannot snuff out light, but lightcan indeed destroy the dark. Watch sometime in a room with onlyinternal light. If you stare at them for long enough, the shadows willbegin to move. Sometimes you can make out shapes. These thingshave lived with you your whole life, and will follow you wherever youmay go, unless you command them in the proper authority to leave,and ensure they have no legal right to be there. Few know andunderstand the proper authority, and even fewer know just what todo.The shadows are always watching.

The FearGet on any passenger bus that travels a long distance; Greyhound isusually a good pick. Anything that's on the road for longer than 24hours. Get a window seat facing west, then stare at the sun, waitinguntil sunset. Just before the sun touches the horizon, close your eyes.Hard. Do not turn away, don't look at anything else. Cover your ears ifyou have to. After a while, you'll notice that the bus has stoppedmoving. That's the signal that you can open your eyes. When you do,you'll see a gas station, illuminated only by a few flickeringflourescent lights. There will be no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky.The convenience store will have its windows boarded up, but the signwill say 'Open.' If you feel you can't go through with it, get back onthe bus, return to your seat, and fall asleep. You'll wake up at sunrisethe next day, well on your way to wherever the bus was going. If youenter the store, the door will slam shut behind you. You will spend anunknown amount of time there, living out your worst nightmaresmade real. If you survive the ordeal without going mad, you willawake back on the bus, as it reaches its destination. Nothing will everscare you again. Some say that after this ordeal, anything else simplypales in comparison. Others say that all that room contains, is all thefear you will ever feel in your entire life, and exposing yourself to it allat once keeps you from feeling any more. This, however, can only bedone once. There are some exceptions to the ability, as well…

Special WordsThere is a special word in each holy book of all the great religions;The Koran, The New Testament, The Torah, The Bhagavad Gita; andnine other forgotten books spoke of in the Dead Sea Scrolls. If allthese words can be collected and spoken backwards in their nativetongue, then you will vanish to Elysia, the most beautiful of theheavens. You can stay forever, or return to Earth. If you stay toolong, you will forget your life, but if you leave, you will have to kill achild at each full moon to survive. However, while you live you willhave untold power over the secrets of the Earth. You will also knowthe location of "The Soft Places", the lands between dreams andwaking.

Wishes



In Central Australia, there is an unremarkable service station along astraight and barren stretch of road. If you walk straight in and ask forthe key, you will be given an unremarkable key attached to anunremarkable piece of wood. The key will unlock a door at the servicestation, leading to an impossibly long stepped corridor, dimly lit froman unseen source. If you follow these stairs, you will begin to hearhungry cries of birds of prey that grow louder as you descend. Afteran amount of time, the light will vanish, leaving you in the dark, and arasping voice will ask for your desires. For each desire, you willexperience all the sensations, unforgettable, branded into yourmemory, of bodily mutilation, of being torn asunder by impossiblestrength, of having an arm slowly flayed, each nerve individuallypulled from your flesh. You may speak as many desires as your sanitycan take. Then you must turn and return up the steps and never lookback. Return the key and go about your life. Your desires will begranted, but you will always have to live with the memories given toyou in that dark place.

LegacyThere is a forest somewhere in the Northeast that takes on a certainquality in the dark of the witching hour. If you go to a certain spotbetween three granite rocks at precisely midnight, a man in a whitesuit will appear with a contract written in an unknown arcanetongue.If you sign it, you will lose all your memories, except for one.You will only know the bloodstained path to immortality.

Gods and DemonsOf such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival…a survival of a hugely remote period when… consciousness wasmanifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawnbefore the tide of advancing humanity… forms of which poetry andlegend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods,monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds…

DeathIt awoke. A voice of ages.It had no name but the names men gave it, names held littlemeaning. Yet, it gave it pleasure to hear those names uttered forthfrom the lips of men - men who often came to such varied anddeliciously painful ends.It reveled in death for death was its purpose.An existence without end was wasted without purpose and the oneconstant without end was death.Death became its purpose.It had seen the universe die uncountable times and the inevitablerebirth countless more. Dark unto light, death unto life. This was theway of all things and it gave it immense satisfaction to be part of thegrand clockwork of existence.Throughout its existence and all the varied incarnations of theuniverse which had been no creature had fascinated it more thanman. It seemed they shared a common purpose for man was elevated



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to the pinnacle of greatness amongst the ecstasy of carnage. For thisreason it pleased it greatly to accompany man when he soughtperfection.It presented itself in varied forms, but became tangible only on therarest of occasions. Periods when its influence was strongest anddeath and conquest grew heavy on the minds of men, prized jewel ofa Trojan female, Roman spear, Mongolian Warlord - amongst others,these were some of its more noted and fruitful forms.An endless existence yielded many moments for introspection.It questioned the path it had taken, was death truly the alpha and theomega? For an infinitesimal moment in time it pondered the nature ofdeath and imagined a universe without it, reviewing its actions in turnand assessing the very nature of existence.Yes.Death was the only path.

PregnancySomewhere in an underdeveloped portion of Asia, there was a ladywho would wash up in a lake and swim there for hours. One day hertummy seems to be getting larger, and she realizes she's pregnant. Itgets bigger and bigger, coming into what seems like the final months.9 months pass and still, no labor. She passes out all of a sudden andis brought to a hospital in the city.

It turns out there was never any baby. Found inside her was a bunchof leeches, progressively multiplying themselves and forming anecosystem inside of her.

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