Eerie

Halloween Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-10-07T16:01:00.000-07:00

Its that time of the year again! Yes! Haunted houses, cheap thrills, costumes, and of course CANDY!!!

Hello Again!

2010-09-17T15:55:00.000-07:00

Haven't posted anything in a while

Yay!!!!

2010-09-06T14:54:00.000-07:00

So it looks like I'll be able to get an urban exploration group together after all!
If all goes well I should be posting pics within a few weeks

2010-08-31T14:25:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O5Px3_RJ3w

2010-08-31T13:16:00.001-07:00

\Bleh

2010-08-30T18:02:00.000-07:00

The One-Man Hide And Seek
Introduction:

The one-man hide and seek, aka the one-man tag, is a ritual for contacting the dead.

The spirits which are wandering restless on the earth are always looking for bodies to possess. In this ritual you summon such a spirit by offering it a doll instead of a human body.

Warning: If you have psychic abilities you may feel unwell or be prone to accidents during the ritual.

Things you need:

+ A Stuffed Doll with limbs
+ Some Rice (enough to stuff the doll full)
+ A Needle and a Crimson Thread
+ A Sharp-Edged Tool (such as a Knife, a Glass Shard, or Scissors)
+ A Cupful of Salt (natural salt would be best)
+ A Hiding Place (preferably a room purified by incense and ofuda)
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Preparation:

1. Take all the cotton (or whatever it is stuffed with) out of the doll, and stuff it instead with rice*1.
2. Clip a bit of your nails and put them inside the doll, and sew the opening up with the crimson thread. When you finish sewing, tie up the doll with the rest of the thread *2.
3. Pour water into a bathtub.
4. Place a cup of salt water inside the hiding place.
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How To Do It:

1.Give a name to the doll (the name could be anything but your own)
2.When it is 3 am, say to the doll "__(your name) is the first it," three times.
3.Go to the bathroom and put the doll into the water-filled bathtub.
4.Turn off all lights in the house, go back to the hiding place and switch on the TV.
5.When you have counted ten with your eyes closed, go back to the bathroom with the edged tool (a knife, etc) in your hand.
6.When you get there, say to the doll ,"I have found you, __(the doll's name)," and stab the doll with the edged tool*3.
7. Say "You are the next it, __(the doll's name)," as you put the doll back in its place.
8.As soon as you have put the doll down, run back to the hiding place and hide.
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How To Finish It:

1. Pour half the cup of salt water into your mouth (don't drink it; keep it there)*4 and get out of the hiding place and start looking for the doll. The doll is not necessarily in the bathroom. Whatever happens don't spit out the salt water.
2. When you find the doll, pour the rest of the salt water which is left in the cup over it, and then spray the salt water in your mouth over it as well.
3. Say "I win," three times.

This supposed to end the ritual.
After this make sure you dry the doll, burn and discard it later.

MOST IMPORTANT
Please don't stop this ritual halfway. You must do it through to the end.
This is a dangerous ritual and I will not be responsible for what happens to you if you try.
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Other things to keep in mind:
+Don't go out of the house until you have done the finishing ritual.
+You must turn off all lights.
+Keep quiet while hiding.
+You don't need to put the salt water in your mouth all the time. You only need to do it during the finishing ritual.
+Remember, if you are living with someone you might put them in danger too.
+Don't continue this ritual for more than one or two hours.
+For safety reasons, it might be best to keep all the doors in the house unlocked (including your front door) and have some friends close by so that they can come and help you at a moment's noice, if you ever need them. Keeping a mobile close at hand would be a good idea too.

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NOTES:
*1 - the rice represents innards and also has the role of attracting spirits.
*2 - the crimson thread represents a blood vessel. It seals the spirit(s) up inside the doll.
*3 - by cutting the thread off, you break the seal and release the spirit(s) you have trapped.
*4 - if you go out of the hiding place without salt water, you might encounter "something wandering around" in your house which might harm you in some way. Apparently the way to feel the presence of the "something wandering around" is to watch "what happens to the TV."

*originally taken from SAYA IN UNDERWORLD blog at http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-man-hide-and-seek.html

The Black Seals of King Solomon

2010-08-30T17:56:00.000-07:00

http://english.grimoar.cz/?Loc=book&Lng=2&Back=nam&UID=1707
have fun kiddies. Just remember BE SAFE. Lets not get killed over this shit

Marble Hornets

2010-08-28T14:21:00.001-07:00

Anyone ever watch the Marble Hornets videos? I know its a meme but still...
Here's the link to the first entry:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wmhfn3mgWUI

What is this?

2010-08-28T14:00:00.001-07:00

http://thebookofpyxicoytlorthepredatorssacrament.webs.com/
I've been around on /x/ for quite a while and this was an odd site that I had never seen so I thought I'd post it here for your enjoyment

Lavander Town Suicides

2010-08-28T13:52:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZhLNU522co&feature=player_embedded
Yes I know... you're not the only one that hates Yahtzee imitations and yes I know this music isn't that weird but still just watch it... K?

Heres a lovely little puzzle that all my little freinds on /x/ and I have been working on cracking

2010-08-28T13:44:00.000-07:00

http://onedotzip.leadhoster.com/
This is a fun little ARG(alternate reality game)(i think) which appeared recently on 4chan's /x/ board a while back. At the time when OP posted it I personally didn't think much of it but then the link you see above appeared on /x/ a few days ago and I've been actively participating in the game since

Urban Exploration

2010-08-19T18:26:00.001-07:00

I really want to get a team going and it's driving me insane!!! XD

2010-08-15T10:35:00.002-07:00

Just wrote this story for an assignment in school. What do you think?

2010-08-15T10:35:00.000-07:00

In the beginning there was nothing. Light, darkness, time, none of this existed. Within this empty void there lived a Being. Since time had at this point never existed the Being knew neither life nor death. For an eternity, the being floated through the void, barely conscious of its own existence, knowing only isolation. Many a time before had the Being gone through the same process of slowly going mad from the seclusion, only to regain consciousness millennia later. Never before had the Being known sadness. Sadness was a foreign emotion to the being that he had never known. Despite this one day the Being couldn’t take the isolation and actually began to feel saddened for the first time. At first, the Being was scared by this new emotion and tried to suppress it. As the sadness welled up inside him, the Being began to weep. As his tears sprang forth, they began to pool in a single area. For an immeasurable amount of time, the being wept his tears forming vast oceans all around him. One day the Being suddenly stopped weeping. Spent, he fell into a deep sleep. During the Being’s sleep, the waters of the vast ocean began to stir as if something swam beneath them. From the depths ascended another Being. Somehow this Being of Light, as it shimmered brilliantly, had formed solely from the tears of the lonesome being. New to this existence the Being of Light looked around and began to take in his surroundings. Seeing the other Being he blinked and ran over in excitement. Sadly, as he ran over to the being, he realized that the being wasn’t moving. As it turned out, the being had died of exhaustion in its sleep. Saddened, the being of light began to weep for the death of a fallen friend he had never known. Oddly enough the tear this being wept turned instantly to rock and dirt, creating gigantic islands in the ocean that surrounded the Being. From the dirt, sprang other creatures. Animals, such as birds, fish, reptiles, even humans all sprang up from the dust as the Being wept. Eventually, the Being stopped crying. Looking up he was astonished at what he had created. Grinning, he ran over to one of the animals. His grin immediately disappeared as he realized that the animal showed no signs of life and was completely motionless. Time had not yet been created but from his tears, a great thing had happened. A new being had appeared offering to give him the gift of time with one condition. If time were to start, the being would eventually die. Not realizing the implementations of this the being immediately agreed; thus’ time started and day and night were created. Immediately, the being began to age rapidly. Realizing that he would not live much longer, he bowed his head and slept. Thus the world had been created by the three beings of water, light, and time.

2010-08-15T09:56:00.000-07:00

I desperately want to play killswitch now... :( i doubt it even actually exists...

2010-08-15T09:55:00.000-07:00

Killswitch

The Archivist | October 25, 2007

In the spring 1989 the Karvina Corporation released a curious game, whose dissemination among American students that fall was swift and furious, though its popularity was ultimately short-lived.

The game was “Killswitch.”

On the surface it was a variant on the mystery or horror survival game, a precursor to the Myst and Silent Hill franchises. The narrative showed the complexity for which Karvina was known, though the graphics were monochrome, vague grey and white shapes against a black background. Slow MIDI versions of Czech folksongs play throughout. Players could choose between two avatars: an invisible demon named Ghast or a visible human woman, Porto. Play as Ghast was considerably more difficult due to his total invisibility, and players were highly liable to restart the game as Porto after the first level, in which it was impossible to gauge jumps or aim. However, Ghast was clearly the more powerful character–he had fire-breath and a coal-steam attack, but as it was above the skill level of most players to keep track of where a fire-breathing, poison-dispensing invisible imp was on their screens once the fire and steam had run out, Porto became more or less the default.

Porto’s singular ability was seemingly random growth–she expanded and contracted in size throughout the game. A Kansas engineering grad claimed to have figured out the pattern involved, but for reasons which will become obvious, his work was lost.

Porto awakens in the dark with wounds in her elbows, confused. Seeking a way out, she ascends through the levels of a coal mine in which it is slowly revealed she was once an employee, investigating its collapse and beset on all sides by demons similar to Ghast, as well as dead foremen, coal-golems, and demonic inspectors from the Sovatik corporation, whose boxy bodies were clothed in red, the only color in the game. The environment, though primitive, becomes genuinely uncanny as play progresses. There are no “bosses” in any real sense–Porto must simply move physically through tunnels to reach subsequent levels while her size varies wildly through inter-level spaces.

The story that emerges through Porto’s discovery of magnetic tapes, files, mutilated factory workers who were once her friends, and deciphering an impressively complex code inscribed on a series of iron axes players must collect (This portion of the game was almost laughably complex, and defeated many players until “Porto881″ posted the cipher to a Columbia BBS. Attempts to contact this player have been unsuccessful, and the username is no longer in use on any known service.) is that the foremen, under pressure to increase coal production, began to falsify reports of malfunctions and worker malfeasance in order to excuse low output, which incited a Sovatik inspection. Officials were dispatched, one for each miner, and an extraordinary story of torture unfolds, with fuzzy and indistinct graphics of red-coated men standing over workers, inserting small knives into their joints whenever production slowed. (Admittedly, this is not a very subtle critique of Soviet-era industrial tactics, and as the town of Karvina itself was devastated by the departure of the coal industry, more than one thesis has interpreted Killswitch as a political screed.)

After solving the axe-code, Porto finds and assembles a tape recorder, on which a male voice tells her that the fires of the earth had risen up in their defense and flowed into the hearts of the decrepit, pre-revolution equipment they used and wakened them to avenge the workers. It is generally assumed that the “fires of the earth” are demons like Ghast, coal-fumes and gassy bodies inhabiting the old machines. The machines themselves are so “big” that the graphics elect to only show two or three gear-teeth or a conveyor belt rather than the entire apparatus. The machines drove the inspectors mad, and they disappeared into caverns with their knives (only to emerge to plague Porto, of course). The workers were often crushed and mangled in the onslaught of machines, who were neither graceful nor discriminating. Porto herself was knocked into a deep chasm by a grief-stricken engine, and her
fluctuating size, if it is real and not imagined, is implied to be the result of poisonous fumes inhaled there.

What follows is the most cryptic and intuitive part of the game. There is no logical reason to proceed in the “correct” way, and again it was Porto881 who came to the rescue of the fledgling Killswitch community. In the chamber behind the tape recorder is a great furnace where coal was once rendered into coke. There are no clues as to what she is intended to do in this room. Players attempted nearly everything, from immolating herself to continuing to process coal as if the machines had never risen up. Porto881 hit upon the solution, and posted it to the Columbia boards. If Porto ingests the raw coke, she will find her body under control,and can go on to fight her way out of the final levels of the mine, which are impassable in her giant state, clutching the tape containing this extraordinary story. However, as she crawls through the final tunnel to emerge aboveground, the screen goes suddenly
white.

Killswitch, by design, deletes itself upon player completion of the game. It is not recoverable by any means, all trace of it is removed from the user’s computer. The game cannot be copied. For all intents and purposes it exists only for those playing it, and then ceases to be entirely. One cannot replay it, unlocking further secrets or narrative pathways, one cannot allow another to play it, and perhaps most importantly, it is impossible to experience the game all the way to the end as both Porto and Ghast.

Predictably, player outcry was enormous. Several routes to solve the problem were pursued, with no real efficacy. The first and most common was to simply buy more copies of the game, but Karvina Corp. released only 5,000 copies and refused to press further editions. The following is an excerpt from their May 1990 press release:

Killswitch was designed to be a unique playing experience: like reality, it is unrepeatable, unretrievable,and illogical. One might even say ineffable. Death is final; death is complete. The fates of Porto and her beloved Ghast are as unknowable as our own. It is the desire of the Karvina Corporation that this be so, and we ask our customers to respect that desire. Rest assured Karvina will continue to provide the highest quality of games to the West, and that Killswitch is merely one among our many wonders.

This did not have the intended effect. The word “beloved” piqued the interest of committed, even obsessive players, as Ghast is not present in any portion of Porto’s narrative. A rush to find the remaining copies of the game ensued, with the intent of playing as Ghast and discovering the meaning of Karvina’s cryptic word. The most popular theory was that Ghast would at some point become the fumes inhaled by Porto, changing her size and beginning her adventure. Some thought this was wishful thinking, that if only Ghast’s early levels were passable one would somehow be able to play as both simultaneously. However, by this time no further copies appeared to be available in retail outlets. Players who had not yet completed the game attempted Ghast’s levels frequently, but the difficulty of actually playing this enigmatic avatar persisted, and no player has ever claimed to have finished the game as Ghast. One by one, the lure of Porto’s lost, unearthly world drew them back to her, and one by one, they were compelled towards the finality of the vast white screen.

To find any copy usable today is an almost unfathomably rare occurance; a still shrink-wrapped copy was sold at auction in 2005 for $733,000 to Yamamoto Ryuichi of Tokyo. It is entirely possible that Yamamoto’s is the last remaining copy of the game. Knowing this, Yakamoto had intended to open his play to all enthusiasts, filming and uploading his progress. However, to date, the only film which has surfaced is a one minute and forty five second clip of a haggard Yamamoto at his computer, the avatar-choice screen visible over his right shoulder.

Yamamoto is crying.

Music

2010-08-14T19:16:00.000-07:00

Well as of right now my new favorite song is Never Enough by Five Finger Death Punch!!! :) Beautiful song!

2010-08-14T18:52:00.000-07:00

Where do I start... well first of all as you can guess Samuel Ward is NOT my real name, it's more of a pen name that I have used for quite a while. Anyways, as you can also guess I LOVE anything horror related! Games, mags, movies, novels, short stories, it doesn't matter to me. I love digging around on the internet and in real life for all kinds of weird stuff so please feel free to share any awesome stuff you know about. I'm also interested in maybe starting a little urban exploring with my friends and if that works out well I'll post the results for all you little lurkers out there to see.

P.S. I'm gonna say this right now: the only thing that matters to me more than horror is music and as far as religion goes Akira Yamaoka is officially the only god I worship!