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I got a true creepy story about the time when me and my friend went on holiday to wales.
We were staying in this old house that was being rented to a holiday home, When we came in we noticed that that the floor under the rug in the hall sounded very hollow, so we thought we should check it out when it got late. About 10 oclock when we got back for the night we pulled up the rug to find there was a trap door. We pulled it up and it took a bit of force as it was very stiff.
There was a staircase leading down to what appeared a basement, and that was usual for buidlings of that age, as it made a great place to store food, which was useful in rural farming communities. But we still decided to look in it so we grabbed a torch and went in, and the inside was very creepy. It was a fully layed table, as if you were having christmas dinner. The table was covered in dust and cobwebs, so no one had been here in a long time. And if that wasn't creepy enough at the head of the table was a table with a dusty cage containing an old chainsaw, now by this time we were very creeped out by the whole thing then to make matters worse we saw a small black and white photograph of a old women in a wheel chair and another women standing behind her. Now this may not sound creepy but it was a very off putting picture.
Safe to say we got out off there, closed the trap door, and cracked open a nice crate of premium ale to forget the whole thing. But my friend obviously in his wisdom decided to go back in take down the picture a proceed to hang it in my room whilst I slept. When I woke up to the murky darkness of dawn to see that looking at me I screamed louder than I thought possible.
In comparison to some other stories it's not scary, but to me at the time it was very, very scary.
We were staying in this old house that was being rented to a holiday home, When we came in we noticed that that the floor under the rug in the hall sounded very hollow, so we thought we should check it out when it got late. About 10 oclock when we got back for the night we pulled up the rug to find there was a trap door. We pulled it up and it took a bit of force as it was very stiff.
There was a staircase leading down to what appeared a basement, and that was usual for buidlings of that age, as it made a great place to store food, which was useful in rural farming communities. But we still decided to look in it so we grabbed a torch and went in, and the inside was very creepy. It was a fully layed table, as if you were having christmas dinner. The table was covered in dust and cobwebs, so no one had been here in a long time. And if that wasn't creepy enough at the head of the table was a table with a dusty cage containing an old chainsaw, now by this time we were very creeped out by the whole thing then to make matters worse we saw a small black and white photograph of a old women in a wheel chair and another women standing behind her. Now this may not sound creepy but it was a very off putting picture.
Safe to say we got out off there, closed the trap door, and cracked open a nice crate of premium ale to forget the whole thing. But my friend obviously in his wisdom decided to go back in take down the picture a proceed to hang it in my room whilst I slept. When I woke up to the murky darkness of dawn to see that looking at me I screamed louder than I thought possible.
In comparison to some other stories it's not scary, but to me at the time it was very, very scary.
I think I might cry from that one. *Shudders*Slythernite said:Not sure if anyone's posted this one yet.
What makes me a good mindfuck? If I were a bad mindfuck you wouldn't be sitin' here shitting bricks now would ya'?The Jakeinator said:
Is that Demoman?
I go to this semi-rural college in Western Pennsylvania, and like any school is in this country, it has its fair share of ghost rumors. There's the ghost of Emma that haunts the theater, the unnamed ghost that haunts the older dorms, the hundreds of dead bodies at the end of the pond, etc. But those are all so played up (even by the administration) that they're rather hard to believe. However, every once in a while, you'll hear about the ghost that roams a tunnel on our campus. It goes between the aforementioned theater and one of the older buildings that has some dorms in it, but is mostly used for its banquet hall.
Anyways, this ghost rumor is heard rarely, at best. Most students couldn't even tell you that fucking tunnel exists. But a few of my friends and I got wind of the tunnel from one of the people that live in the one building at the end of it. Found it while he was exploring. He got scared of some noise and got the fuck out of there and didn't go back. A few days after he told us about it, I ran into one of the older maintenance guys that had been around the campus a while, and he confirmed the tunnel's existence. Only adding "I wouldn't go down there. At least not without the turning the lights on."
So, one night, my friends and I got a little baked and decided to make a run down the tunnel... with the lights out. Just to make sure no one got hurt, we drew straws, and whoever got the short straw would do the run while the rest of waited. We checked out a camera that had night vision from the tech kids, and borrowed some walkie talkies from my one friend's parents who live a half hour from the school. There were five us, so two would wait at either end of the tunnel (entering through the respective building) and the one would do a run with the camera. If anything went wrong we'd use the walkie talkies.
Myself being fat and lazy, I made damn sure I got a long straw, and so my friend Jeff ended up making the run. When we got down to the tunnel, it was pitch fucking dark and smelled of cat piss. No idea why. Jeff started on my end, where the light switch was (well not so much a switch, but a giant fucking lever on a fusebox, you know the kind). We tested the walkie talkies and all went silent. Jeff counted to three under his breath and took off.
We turned our flashlights in the opposite directions of the tunnel so we could see if anyone was coming and to make sure that the night vision on the cam stayed effective. We heard Jeff's footsteps for a good minute before they faded completely. And then we waited for the call that Jeff had made it. We waited what felt like for fucking ever. Then all of a sudden a voice came over the walkie talkie. It was the other "team."
"Hey, did Jeff leave yet? We're fucking bored as piss over here."
I checked my watch, Jeff had left almost an hour ago.
"Dude, Jeff left an hour ago, I thought you were fucking with us."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Hit the switch and as soon as we see the lights, meet us halfway down the tunnel." It took a minute for the lever to cooperate, whatever this tunnel had been used for obviously hadn't needed done in some time, and the lever was quite rusty. Once I got the damn thing to flip it took a moment for the things to buzz all the way on and a few seconds later we heard the walkie talkies again.
"Alright, we got light, start running."
The tunnel couldn't have been more than 400-450 yards long, and the entire way down there wasn't a single ladder, sewer grate, door, or other way out of the tunnel other than heading down to other building.
After a few moments of jogging, I could hear the other team coming up to us. Just as I was about to call out to them, I tripped.
I was a little dizzy from hitting the concrete, but it only took me a few seconds to come back and realize what I had tripped on. It was that fucking camera. What was left of it at least. The lens was missing, and the handle was busted off, the viewfinder was cracked, and the flip-out screen was hanging on by wires.
"Where the fuck is Jeff? Where's his walkie talkie?"
That's all we kept asking each other until I finally stood up, stuffed what was left of the camera in my bag and said "Fuck it, we need to get out of here, we'll call his phone when we get outside and see where he was." (Since the tunnel was on the other side of campus from the newer buildings, we drove and left our phones in the car).
Sixty. Seven. Fucking. Calls.
We called him a total of 67 mother fucking times and couldn't find him. That was a week ago. We had called even more times since then. God knows how many times. His room mate won't stop texting me. God, I'm so scared of where he is. It gets freakier though, the SD card in the camera wasn't in there when I got back to my dorm and checked it. Today, I got an email that I had a package in the mailroom. When I opened it, all that was in there was Jeff's phone, the SD card, and note that said "I wouldn't watch that." His phone stopped counting at 99, and mixed in were calls from his girlfriend back home, his mom, and countless texts. I couldn't go through them. He still has to be out there. I know I shouldn't watch what's on the card, but I need to find out where he is.
I'm so scared right now. I finished watching what was on that fucking card. I'm so fucking scared. As soon as it was over the light in my room went out. It's been flickering for a few days now, so it's probably just coincidence. What is concerning is that at the end of the tape I could have sworn the side of the janitor's face is in the third to last frame. I must've frozen it twenty times and that has to be him. It fucking has to be. Even more is concerning than that is the noise coming from my ceiling. Like someone is stomping up there. When I lived on the third floor that was common. But I'm on the fourth floor now. There's nothing between here and the roof but maybe 3 feet of space with some ventilation systems and cables and whatnot. The stomping won't stop. Make it fucking stop.
Jeff's phone just texted mine a minute ago. I left it in the living room. So I thought it was my room mate, but he went home for the weekend. He won't be back til tomorrow. The door is shut and locks automatically. I went to the living room and the fucking phone is gone. I called it three times. On the third time it picked up. I heard breathing and then it hung up. I texted the other guys but they won't respond. Oh, god what am I going to do?
I tried to go outside for a cigarette to calm myself down but the door won't open. No matter how much force I put on the handle it won't swing. I'm pretty sure I'm losing my mind. Jeff's phone is calling me.
I wish I'd never started telling you guys this story. I wish I'd never gotten the email about the package.
I wish I'd never gotten curious and opened the card on my computer.
And most of all I wish there was more than breathing coming through my phone.
Holy fuck. The counter isn't running. I picked up the phone and it immediately hung up and I didn't notice til now. The breathing is in my ear. I can see his reflection in the screen. He knows this is the last thing I'll ever type so he's letting me finish. Never go down that fucking tunnel. Never disregard an old man's advice.
Goodbye /x/. You served me well.
--
A young couple had a baby, but as they were poor and could not afford to keep it, they decided to kill it. They went to a lake in the dead of night and having rowed a boat to the middle of it, dropped the baby into the water, while the mother kept murmuring, ?I?m sorry, I?m so sorry?? over and over again.
Some years passed and the couple decided to marry. Between them they had a new baby girl and the family was living happily together. When the little girl became four years-old, she suddenly started pestering her parents to take her to the lake. The parents were reluctant to go, but finally gave in because the girl was so persistent. As soon as they arrived at the lake the girl said, ?Daddy, I want to be on that!? pointing at a boat. Again reluctantly the couple gave in to her entreaty. They were in the middle of the lake when the girl said, ?Daddy, I want a wee-wee.? The father, not knowing what else to do, lifted her up above the water so that she could do it, checking first that no one was around.
And it was that very moment, when the father?s hands were wrapped underneath the girl?s knees, and both were facing the water, the daughter looked back at her father over the shoulder and said, ?Please don?t drop me this time.?
--
They say when you take a picture of someone you capture their soul in the camera. They also say if you print it off, that picture contains the soul itself and you can control them with it.
I?m not sure where to start. Do you know what the Primordial Soup is? A veritable ocean of elements, all floating around randomly. And through millions of years of time, eventually the right set of random circumstances came to pass, and the elements were able to connect together and form the world's first single cell organism.
Now that?s a really boiled down version of it but I?m sure you get the gist of it. Fast forward a few billion years to the early 1990s, when internet use began to rapidly accelerate. Every home had a computer, and new connections between computers were opening on a by-the-second basis.
Trillions of bytes of data began to transfer around the world at the speed of light, music, text, sound, and most importantly; pictures. Now if, when you take a picture of someone and capture their soul, what happens when that picture is converted to data and placed on a hard drive? Does the soul follow? 15 years later we believe so. We believe that when you take a picture of someone and upload it onto your computer, alongside the image data a blueprint of the person?s soul itself is imprinted on the file itself.
Look at your pictures folder. How many souls reside in that folder alone?
That?s just the beginning though. These soul blueprints each retain pieces of a puzzle, parts of the soul itself as well.
Recently a group of hackers, who referred to themselves as the Cardinals, took an interest to this theory and began experiments. They found anomalies within the binary sequences of images based on similar features of the person they had taken a picture of. A binary DNA if you will.
Now these hackers had come to possess a set of three extremely important data files. One avi, one jpeg, and one .mp3, each of which possessing interesting unexplainable qualities.
The first, cradle.avi, depicts what appears to be a group of teenagers with a low quality video camera, exploring the basement of a house. The quality of the video is distorted completely beyond any comprehensibility, and the video is very low quality. For most of the video the camera is passed around the group, handed back and forth and jerked around too much to make anything noticeable out.
But near the end the camera turns at an odd angle, and you can semi clearly make out a young girl standing in the corner facing the wall. Her hair is long and black and she is wearing some form of white dress. You only see her for a split second but many people who have seen the video claim there just seems something wrong with her. A bit deformed but not in a way anyone can explain.
But the truly peculiar property of this video is what happens to the user's computer at the end of it. On the last second of the video, if not already so the video will force full screen itself. Along with this you are left with a one second looping clip of a window in a wall. It loops 15 times, and then the girl is seen again, standing on the other side of the window with her back to the viewer, slowly wavering back and forth. After a few moments the video ends and the user?s computer permanently shuts down.
Inspection has shown that the entire registry becomes completely corrupt, requiring the user to do a total wipe and reinstall.
The second file is known as needles.mp3. This sound file, when played, plays for about 3 minutes. It is extremely distorted. One can occasionally make out some form of voice talking, but most of the sound is some form of growling, rolling crackled roar.
Users who listen to this file often experience extreme nausea and loss of balance for a brief period of time.
The final file is known as burningman.jpg.
The file name has nothing to do with what the actual picture depicts. Instead it just displays a haphazard mess of overlayed and meshed images of dolls and a hallway. There also seems to be an image of a man standing with his head cast down in the background, but the image is too distorted to make anything out, much like the other files.
The image, when downloaded and opened on a user's desktop, will proceed to stay permanently open on whatever program it is opened through. Not only that, the program becomes disabled. Nothing else happens, the image just permanently sits there on your desktop, unclickable, unminimizable, and your just left there with the man's invisible gaze staring at you.
From what the group of hackers were able to discern, this file seems to have precompiled into the data something along the lines of Cmdow. Yet, as complex and intricate as the program is (it works across all OS platforms) no one knows who the original creator is. In fact, few people have heard of it as the file is uncopyable nor sendable.
This in fact further adds to the mystery, as often receivers of this file will obtain it from random anonymous emails, posted on forms on a download link. Posing the question, how was that poster able to upload it?
If you ever see any of these files, refrain from downloading ANY of them. They all have varying detrimental effects on your computers, from practically taking out your whole registry, corrupting system 32, freezing your mouse or crashing your computer.
Now onwards:
This group of hackers, the Cardinals, took to analyzing these 3 files and comparing their odd behaviors. They had heard of other such odd files, images, data, etc, but were never able to get their hands on them. At least as far as we know, though rumour states they in fact were able to locate and collect all of the known files like the original smile.jpg, barbie.jpg, even suicidemouse.avi. Not even the grifter was able to escape their grasp, rumour states. But rumour also states the grifter video even exists, but thats another story.
Nonetheless, all these files in hand, the group lined the files up and begin to meticulously work through the binary one 0/1 at a time, checking for similar strains and series of binary that matched.
And they did manage to successfully do so, at least legend states. The result was 7 individual execute files that did nothing. Simply a gibberish pile of 0s and 1s. They endless puzzled over the files, each tackling an execute each. They decided to name them after themselves, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride.
At last they attempted to line the files up. Remarkably, something odd happened. The copies of the files quite suddenly meshed together. The result was a single complete Execute, already named.
?BarelyBreathing.exe?
And what of this file? Well not much else is known after that point. They were too smart to just execute it. They analyzed the file every possible way. Hex, binary, conversions, anything to figure out what this odd file would do.
To no avail, even after forming together it was an even bigger jumble of 1s and 0s and made no more sense than the separate executes.
They backed the file up on a flash drive and proceeded to run it. That was the last command found run on their destroyed computers a week later. Their corpses had been disfigured beyond recognition. Description of the corpses stated that it almost seemed as if they had been brutally slashed across their faces and arms. Every square inch of skin that had been bare had been mutilated. Almost microwaved and then sliced repeatedly by a micro thin razor.
The government attempted to hush up the event, but there was some media leakage, and because the Cardinals had been keeping a blog amongst themselves and a few close friends (it's closed down and deleted now so don?t go trying to find it) it quickly spread out as per what they had been attempting to accomplish. And if it was or was not related to their terrible deaths.
And what of the flash drive? A friend, who knew of its existence, later checked the home of the group and was unable to find it. According to reports the drive was found in the pocket of one of the group and had been taken into custody by the police, and then simply vanished.
The trail continues on, far more though. The file resurfaces every few weeks around the globe. Governments attempt to cover it up but some media leaks out, of course. Look to the news for people mutilated in their own homes by a ?murderer?, their computers stolen, etc.
And if you ever get a cryptic email with an attachment labeled BarelyBreathing.exe, for fuck sakes DO NOT OPEN IT!
Anyways, this ghost rumor is heard rarely, at best. Most students couldn't even tell you that fucking tunnel exists. But a few of my friends and I got wind of the tunnel from one of the people that live in the one building at the end of it. Found it while he was exploring. He got scared of some noise and got the fuck out of there and didn't go back. A few days after he told us about it, I ran into one of the older maintenance guys that had been around the campus a while, and he confirmed the tunnel's existence. Only adding "I wouldn't go down there. At least not without the turning the lights on."
So, one night, my friends and I got a little baked and decided to make a run down the tunnel... with the lights out. Just to make sure no one got hurt, we drew straws, and whoever got the short straw would do the run while the rest of waited. We checked out a camera that had night vision from the tech kids, and borrowed some walkie talkies from my one friend's parents who live a half hour from the school. There were five us, so two would wait at either end of the tunnel (entering through the respective building) and the one would do a run with the camera. If anything went wrong we'd use the walkie talkies.
Myself being fat and lazy, I made damn sure I got a long straw, and so my friend Jeff ended up making the run. When we got down to the tunnel, it was pitch fucking dark and smelled of cat piss. No idea why. Jeff started on my end, where the light switch was (well not so much a switch, but a giant fucking lever on a fusebox, you know the kind). We tested the walkie talkies and all went silent. Jeff counted to three under his breath and took off.
We turned our flashlights in the opposite directions of the tunnel so we could see if anyone was coming and to make sure that the night vision on the cam stayed effective. We heard Jeff's footsteps for a good minute before they faded completely. And then we waited for the call that Jeff had made it. We waited what felt like for fucking ever. Then all of a sudden a voice came over the walkie talkie. It was the other "team."
"Hey, did Jeff leave yet? We're fucking bored as piss over here."
I checked my watch, Jeff had left almost an hour ago.
"Dude, Jeff left an hour ago, I thought you were fucking with us."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Hit the switch and as soon as we see the lights, meet us halfway down the tunnel." It took a minute for the lever to cooperate, whatever this tunnel had been used for obviously hadn't needed done in some time, and the lever was quite rusty. Once I got the damn thing to flip it took a moment for the things to buzz all the way on and a few seconds later we heard the walkie talkies again.
"Alright, we got light, start running."
The tunnel couldn't have been more than 400-450 yards long, and the entire way down there wasn't a single ladder, sewer grate, door, or other way out of the tunnel other than heading down to other building.
After a few moments of jogging, I could hear the other team coming up to us. Just as I was about to call out to them, I tripped.
I was a little dizzy from hitting the concrete, but it only took me a few seconds to come back and realize what I had tripped on. It was that fucking camera. What was left of it at least. The lens was missing, and the handle was busted off, the viewfinder was cracked, and the flip-out screen was hanging on by wires.
"Where the fuck is Jeff? Where's his walkie talkie?"
That's all we kept asking each other until I finally stood up, stuffed what was left of the camera in my bag and said "Fuck it, we need to get out of here, we'll call his phone when we get outside and see where he was." (Since the tunnel was on the other side of campus from the newer buildings, we drove and left our phones in the car).
Sixty. Seven. Fucking. Calls.
We called him a total of 67 mother fucking times and couldn't find him. That was a week ago. We had called even more times since then. God knows how many times. His room mate won't stop texting me. God, I'm so scared of where he is. It gets freakier though, the SD card in the camera wasn't in there when I got back to my dorm and checked it. Today, I got an email that I had a package in the mailroom. When I opened it, all that was in there was Jeff's phone, the SD card, and note that said "I wouldn't watch that." His phone stopped counting at 99, and mixed in were calls from his girlfriend back home, his mom, and countless texts. I couldn't go through them. He still has to be out there. I know I shouldn't watch what's on the card, but I need to find out where he is.
I'm so scared right now. I finished watching what was on that fucking card. I'm so fucking scared. As soon as it was over the light in my room went out. It's been flickering for a few days now, so it's probably just coincidence. What is concerning is that at the end of the tape I could have sworn the side of the janitor's face is in the third to last frame. I must've frozen it twenty times and that has to be him. It fucking has to be. Even more is concerning than that is the noise coming from my ceiling. Like someone is stomping up there. When I lived on the third floor that was common. But I'm on the fourth floor now. There's nothing between here and the roof but maybe 3 feet of space with some ventilation systems and cables and whatnot. The stomping won't stop. Make it fucking stop.
Jeff's phone just texted mine a minute ago. I left it in the living room. So I thought it was my room mate, but he went home for the weekend. He won't be back til tomorrow. The door is shut and locks automatically. I went to the living room and the fucking phone is gone. I called it three times. On the third time it picked up. I heard breathing and then it hung up. I texted the other guys but they won't respond. Oh, god what am I going to do?
I tried to go outside for a cigarette to calm myself down but the door won't open. No matter how much force I put on the handle it won't swing. I'm pretty sure I'm losing my mind. Jeff's phone is calling me.
I wish I'd never started telling you guys this story. I wish I'd never gotten the email about the package.
I wish I'd never gotten curious and opened the card on my computer.
And most of all I wish there was more than breathing coming through my phone.
Holy fuck. The counter isn't running. I picked up the phone and it immediately hung up and I didn't notice til now. The breathing is in my ear. I can see his reflection in the screen. He knows this is the last thing I'll ever type so he's letting me finish. Never go down that fucking tunnel. Never disregard an old man's advice.
Goodbye /x/. You served me well.
--
A young couple had a baby, but as they were poor and could not afford to keep it, they decided to kill it. They went to a lake in the dead of night and having rowed a boat to the middle of it, dropped the baby into the water, while the mother kept murmuring, ?I?m sorry, I?m so sorry?? over and over again.
Some years passed and the couple decided to marry. Between them they had a new baby girl and the family was living happily together. When the little girl became four years-old, she suddenly started pestering her parents to take her to the lake. The parents were reluctant to go, but finally gave in because the girl was so persistent. As soon as they arrived at the lake the girl said, ?Daddy, I want to be on that!? pointing at a boat. Again reluctantly the couple gave in to her entreaty. They were in the middle of the lake when the girl said, ?Daddy, I want a wee-wee.? The father, not knowing what else to do, lifted her up above the water so that she could do it, checking first that no one was around.
And it was that very moment, when the father?s hands were wrapped underneath the girl?s knees, and both were facing the water, the daughter looked back at her father over the shoulder and said, ?Please don?t drop me this time.?
--
They say when you take a picture of someone you capture their soul in the camera. They also say if you print it off, that picture contains the soul itself and you can control them with it.
I?m not sure where to start. Do you know what the Primordial Soup is? A veritable ocean of elements, all floating around randomly. And through millions of years of time, eventually the right set of random circumstances came to pass, and the elements were able to connect together and form the world's first single cell organism.
Now that?s a really boiled down version of it but I?m sure you get the gist of it. Fast forward a few billion years to the early 1990s, when internet use began to rapidly accelerate. Every home had a computer, and new connections between computers were opening on a by-the-second basis.
Trillions of bytes of data began to transfer around the world at the speed of light, music, text, sound, and most importantly; pictures. Now if, when you take a picture of someone and capture their soul, what happens when that picture is converted to data and placed on a hard drive? Does the soul follow? 15 years later we believe so. We believe that when you take a picture of someone and upload it onto your computer, alongside the image data a blueprint of the person?s soul itself is imprinted on the file itself.
Look at your pictures folder. How many souls reside in that folder alone?
That?s just the beginning though. These soul blueprints each retain pieces of a puzzle, parts of the soul itself as well.
Recently a group of hackers, who referred to themselves as the Cardinals, took an interest to this theory and began experiments. They found anomalies within the binary sequences of images based on similar features of the person they had taken a picture of. A binary DNA if you will.
Now these hackers had come to possess a set of three extremely important data files. One avi, one jpeg, and one .mp3, each of which possessing interesting unexplainable qualities.
The first, cradle.avi, depicts what appears to be a group of teenagers with a low quality video camera, exploring the basement of a house. The quality of the video is distorted completely beyond any comprehensibility, and the video is very low quality. For most of the video the camera is passed around the group, handed back and forth and jerked around too much to make anything noticeable out.
But near the end the camera turns at an odd angle, and you can semi clearly make out a young girl standing in the corner facing the wall. Her hair is long and black and she is wearing some form of white dress. You only see her for a split second but many people who have seen the video claim there just seems something wrong with her. A bit deformed but not in a way anyone can explain.
But the truly peculiar property of this video is what happens to the user's computer at the end of it. On the last second of the video, if not already so the video will force full screen itself. Along with this you are left with a one second looping clip of a window in a wall. It loops 15 times, and then the girl is seen again, standing on the other side of the window with her back to the viewer, slowly wavering back and forth. After a few moments the video ends and the user?s computer permanently shuts down.
Inspection has shown that the entire registry becomes completely corrupt, requiring the user to do a total wipe and reinstall.
The second file is known as needles.mp3. This sound file, when played, plays for about 3 minutes. It is extremely distorted. One can occasionally make out some form of voice talking, but most of the sound is some form of growling, rolling crackled roar.
Users who listen to this file often experience extreme nausea and loss of balance for a brief period of time.
The final file is known as burningman.jpg.
The file name has nothing to do with what the actual picture depicts. Instead it just displays a haphazard mess of overlayed and meshed images of dolls and a hallway. There also seems to be an image of a man standing with his head cast down in the background, but the image is too distorted to make anything out, much like the other files.
The image, when downloaded and opened on a user's desktop, will proceed to stay permanently open on whatever program it is opened through. Not only that, the program becomes disabled. Nothing else happens, the image just permanently sits there on your desktop, unclickable, unminimizable, and your just left there with the man's invisible gaze staring at you.
From what the group of hackers were able to discern, this file seems to have precompiled into the data something along the lines of Cmdow. Yet, as complex and intricate as the program is (it works across all OS platforms) no one knows who the original creator is. In fact, few people have heard of it as the file is uncopyable nor sendable.
This in fact further adds to the mystery, as often receivers of this file will obtain it from random anonymous emails, posted on forms on a download link. Posing the question, how was that poster able to upload it?
If you ever see any of these files, refrain from downloading ANY of them. They all have varying detrimental effects on your computers, from practically taking out your whole registry, corrupting system 32, freezing your mouse or crashing your computer.
Now onwards:
This group of hackers, the Cardinals, took to analyzing these 3 files and comparing their odd behaviors. They had heard of other such odd files, images, data, etc, but were never able to get their hands on them. At least as far as we know, though rumour states they in fact were able to locate and collect all of the known files like the original smile.jpg, barbie.jpg, even suicidemouse.avi. Not even the grifter was able to escape their grasp, rumour states. But rumour also states the grifter video even exists, but thats another story.
Nonetheless, all these files in hand, the group lined the files up and begin to meticulously work through the binary one 0/1 at a time, checking for similar strains and series of binary that matched.
And they did manage to successfully do so, at least legend states. The result was 7 individual execute files that did nothing. Simply a gibberish pile of 0s and 1s. They endless puzzled over the files, each tackling an execute each. They decided to name them after themselves, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride.
At last they attempted to line the files up. Remarkably, something odd happened. The copies of the files quite suddenly meshed together. The result was a single complete Execute, already named.
?BarelyBreathing.exe?
And what of this file? Well not much else is known after that point. They were too smart to just execute it. They analyzed the file every possible way. Hex, binary, conversions, anything to figure out what this odd file would do.
To no avail, even after forming together it was an even bigger jumble of 1s and 0s and made no more sense than the separate executes.
They backed the file up on a flash drive and proceeded to run it. That was the last command found run on their destroyed computers a week later. Their corpses had been disfigured beyond recognition. Description of the corpses stated that it almost seemed as if they had been brutally slashed across their faces and arms. Every square inch of skin that had been bare had been mutilated. Almost microwaved and then sliced repeatedly by a micro thin razor.
The government attempted to hush up the event, but there was some media leakage, and because the Cardinals had been keeping a blog amongst themselves and a few close friends (it's closed down and deleted now so don?t go trying to find it) it quickly spread out as per what they had been attempting to accomplish. And if it was or was not related to their terrible deaths.
And what of the flash drive? A friend, who knew of its existence, later checked the home of the group and was unable to find it. According to reports the drive was found in the pocket of one of the group and had been taken into custody by the police, and then simply vanished.
The trail continues on, far more though. The file resurfaces every few weeks around the globe. Governments attempt to cover it up but some media leaks out, of course. Look to the news for people mutilated in their own homes by a ?murderer?, their computers stolen, etc.
And if you ever get a cryptic email with an attachment labeled BarelyBreathing.exe, for fuck sakes DO NOT OPEN IT!
JESUSCHRISTONAFUCKSTICKThe Jakeinator said:
Looks like a sticky jump went badly.The Jakeinator said:
Is that Demoman?
I don't see anything, can someone help with this one, I'm stumped.The Jakeinator said:
Is that Demoman?
Ok well I posted these in the "part 2" thread because I didn't realise this one was still going, so...
A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up
lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely
attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for
Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then
disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets
of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally,
a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.
Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard
and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only
child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and
spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the
drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the
condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the
bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan
girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.
The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops
the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly
confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets
his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and
then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with
destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970.
lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely
attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for
Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then
disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets
of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally,
a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.
Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard
and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only
child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and
spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the
drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the
condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the
bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan
girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.
The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops
the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly
confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets
his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and
then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with
destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970.
I am Thomas's reflection.
Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.
...and he makes faces.
I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous
faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with
anger.
He does this every day... well, USED to.
One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.
On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.
On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.
...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly
into his right eye.
Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.
I can't mimic his pain.
Just
his
face.
Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.
...and he makes faces.
I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous
faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with
anger.
He does this every day... well, USED to.
One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.
On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.
On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.
...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly
into his right eye.
Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.
I can't mimic his pain.
Just
his
face.
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to
be killed.
Today a friend of mine told me a story.
His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about
how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):
"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst
into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister
had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next.
What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb
chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the
soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who
told of them.
The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death.
It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually
moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already
aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start
knocking on your door...
Once for you bones, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victimes.
Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victimes.
Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.
Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.
Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.
Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her
stomach.
She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.
You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home
while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.
Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the
police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest
turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot
about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill
someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never
seen again."
Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened.
They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny,
child-like handprints."
His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this
story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been
murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased
by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.
He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.
Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.
Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front
door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom.
She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death
is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started
knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.
Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuy5
WITNESS
be killed.
Today a friend of mine told me a story.
His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about
how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):
"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst
into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister
had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next.
What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb
chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the
soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who
told of them.
The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death.
It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually
moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already
aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start
knocking on your door...
Once for you bones, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victimes.
Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victimes.
Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.
Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.
Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.
Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her
stomach.
She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.
You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home
while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.
Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the
police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest
turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot
about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill
someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never
seen again."
Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened.
They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny,
child-like handprints."
His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this
story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been
murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased
by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.
He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.
Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.
Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front
door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom.
She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death
is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started
knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.
Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuy5
WITNESS