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Time for a creepy topic
« on: January 21, 2007, 04:42:43 am »
As inspired by a topic on another board I frequent, here's some creepy anecdotes/tales/whatever. Feel free to post your own, be they rumour or fabrication, self-written or copy pasted.

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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Nothing". Should a look of sheer, primal disgust mar the workers expression, you will then be taken to a seperate building, which appears to be an old, wooden outhouse. Inside will be a seemingly endless corridor far, far longer than the length of the outhouse.

There will be no sound in the corridor. Attempting to make any at the wrong time is a greivous, grievous mistake. You will notice the lights in the corridor get brighter and brighter as you make your way down towards the end, becoming nearly blinding. If at any point the lights go out, QUICKLY shout out "No! Stop! What you are doing is wrong!" while backing away. If the lights do not come back on, bolt for the door you came in through. It should still be open and hopefully you aren't far enough down the hallway for them to close it on you. If they manage to close it, hell itself would be preferable to what you will suffer.

If the lights come back on, return to walking forward down the corridor. Upon reaching the cell, the worker will open the door for you while glaring at you in disgust. Inside the cell will be a mad pastiche of colours, arranged in several harlequin-like formations. You must not be distracted by them; for at the centre of a room is a naked young woman, slathered in blood and bound by strips of human sinew. If you take your eyes off her even for a moment, she will destroy you utterly. She will only respond to one question. "What were they when they were one?"

She will then stare into your eyes, and speak the answer in incredible detail. It will be unlike anything you have ever heard and you will be on the verge of both ecstacy and agony at her mere words. It is not uncommon for most to lose themselves in the euphoria. The worst thing you can do, however, is look upon the tattoo on her chest. It will pull at your mind to gaze upon it, but you mustn't. If you do, you will be hers.

She will flay you alive and add your mutilated flesh to her bindings, and you will remain trapped with her, fully concious, for the rest of time.

That tattoo is object 4 of 2538. They desire to be one again. But they mustn't.

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Not many people know what happens to their bodies while they're asleep, off in a dream somewhere. But all of us have moments when we can sense something is wrong. Sometimes in a dream, you'll find that you try to make as much noise as you can, yet you are completley incapable of making so much as a squeak, and the air feels like treacle around you stopping you from moving easily. In short, you feel completley helpless.

During those moments, don't ever, EVER wake up. Or you'll do more than just feel helpless.

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Have you ever walked into a room and felt that it was "bad" or "wrong" in some way, and then promptly left the room, perhaps making excuses on the way out? It's good if you left. There are parasites. They live in another reality, unable to exist on their own in ours; these bad places are places that they can see, as if they are looking in through the window between our worlds. That "bad" feeling is that of them looking at you. And the more they can see you, they creep closer and closer to your body.

If you stay in their gaze for more than about three minutes, they'll get you. And you don't want them to get you.. unless you like being stuck behind that window like they used to.. watching while they take upon your identity and using your life to live the lives they had to watch all this time.

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Ever wandered alone on the streets at the dead of night? Well, if you encounter a wizened figure in tattered robes and a hood, and you just can't seem to make out his face no matter which way you look at it, pay your respects. This man is infact Death himself. He only appears to sole travellers at the stroke of 3:33am, so most go their entire lives without ever seeing him "in the flesh", so to speak.

If you're brave enough to speak to him, he may take out an hourglass from his robe. The hourglass represents how much longer you have left to live. If there is plenty of sand in the upper glass, it means you still have a long time left to go before inevitability claims you. But if he takes out an hourglass that contains black flowing sand, then run as fast and as far as you can to the one you love before he finds you. And he will find you.

The black sand represents borrowed time.



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Re: Time for a creepy topic
« Reply #1 on: January 21, 2007, 05:07:30 am »
Dude...........what have you been smokin?

You'll never know why.
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« Reply #2 on: January 21, 2007, 05:11:35 am »
Dude...........what have you been smokin?

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Re: Time for a creepy topic
« Reply #3 on: January 21, 2007, 05:15:57 am »
HEY! Who was In my stash? :-\...I MEAN :-X

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« Reply #4 on: January 21, 2007, 05:21:03 am »
ROFL!  :D

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Re: Time for a creepy topic
« Reply #5 on: January 21, 2007, 10:02:30 am »
Oh hey it's this thread. Long time no see.


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There's a man in Vancouver, BC who can resurrect the deceased by severing one of his fingers and burning it to ash. He has only three fingers left.
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There are seven words in every Gideon's Bible - y'know, the one they stuff in every hotel room - that can't be found in any other bible. If you repeat those seven words to yourself while grasping the doorknob to your room, the door will open to any hotel room in the world. Of course, if you want to control where you're going, you'll need to know the Gideon's Key - one more inserted word, unique to each copy, that acts as an index for each room.
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If you travel to the furthest glaciers in the south, it is said you can walk into the canyons of ice there. If you find the junction of two canyons that form a perfect square, you can lie down in the middle there and feel no cold. If you listen, the ice will speak and what it says will make poor men rich, and sane men mad.
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There's a small building somewhere in north western America, up along the border between Oregon and Washington. It's just this short little old shack in the woods off the highway.
Anyways, inside, there's a spiral staircase made of grating that goes straight down.
If you go all the way down, you'll find yourself stepping out into an endless field of tall grass.
There are many bones surrounding the bottom step of the stairs, and things move in the near distance.
Nobody who has ever seen these things has come back to say what they are.
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Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified
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If you watch every State of the Union Adress since it's been filmed and available on tape, you'll see that halfway through--exactly halfway through--the President always says the same word. Most say it under their breath during the standing ovations, but some are forced to work it into the speech itself.
What's the word? You don't want to know.
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The body of 4 children murdered in the 1800's are perfectly preserved under the Reunion Tower in Dallas, Texas. In their genes lies the cure to countless major diseases (Including the cure for AIDS).
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The 51st state of the United States, Arcadia, was admitted to statehood on January 17th, 1977. Exactly 4 years to the day later, Arcadia disappeared along with all its residents, and all memory of its existence was erased from every mind in the world. Its precise former location is unknown, though there is rumored to be a map of the type sold in gas stations and convenience stores held under lock and key in the Library of Congress. Also of note are claims of the sporadic delivery of mail from Arcadia, with modern postmarks, to several major American newspapers, the contents of which are said to be written in an entirely unknown and undecipherable language. Unfortunately, those letters to a one have been misplaced and are not available for examination.
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The lottery gives you a three digit number and a four digit number each day, right? What else has seven digits split into three, then four? That's right, it's a phone number. The lottery is a telephone oracle. Whoever is on the end of the line when you call that number knows something that you need to know, though sometimes getting the prophecy out of them can be difficult. It helps if you have a winning ticket, I believe.
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They say that somewhere in western America, some say in Utah, others say on the California coast, there's a small motel on the side of the road.
When you go inside, it's decorated in very common hotel attire, with the panelling and old fashioned key-lock doors.

The thing is, there's a room in there for everybody. Everybody has a reservation for exactly when they show up, and the number of rooms available is always one more than the number of people there. One person 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 advise looking at a mirror for at least a month after doing so, though.
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For a brief period in 1971, a New Jersey based company sold novelty "x-ray" glasses through the mail via advertisements in the Marvel line of comic books. People who viewed their televisions while wearing these glasses reported seeing images that were "hellish" or "like hell". It should be noted that this phenomena occured whether the televisions in question were turned on or not. The company quickly went out of business and investigations reveal that the company's address leads to a graveyard founded many decades before 1971.
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Every night, after Disneyland's Magic Kingdom closes, the forces of some unknown force assault its gates. No one's quite sure what it is, or how Disney holds it back. But one night, when the forces DID breach the gates it is said that the statues of Walt and Mickey wept blood. Magic Kingdom was closed for the rest of the week.
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An employee at a frisbee plant had a vision of Christ and was told that he was to be gifted with the power of performing miracles and be the first prophet of Christ since biblical times. When he came out of the vision he felt an immense wave of energy flow through he body. Unfortunately he promptly fell into a vat of hot plastic and was killed instantly. No one was around to witness this event so his body was left to dissolve in the plastic. Now there are exactly 553 frisbees which contain parts of this man. If you collect all of them and methodically eat them until you have absorbed all of the man you will summon the arch-angel Michael who will then do your bidding for 40 days.
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As we all know, smoking is really bad for your health. What a lot of people don't realize is that when you smoke, those few minutes of your expected lifespan are literally transformed into the ash you flick away into an ashtray. Ashtrays, each and every one of them, are constructed by a single group running several dozen front companies.

Basically, unless you're putting out your smokes beneath your heel or in the ashtray your kid made at camp, you're dispensing your ashen life into this group's eager little recepticle. Their ashtrays absorb the life force from the ashes and sends it to a central holding facility. No one knows for sure what these guys are going to do when they've collected all that life energy, but it's probably going to be huge.
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There's a special brand of cheap condom making the rounds in Europe and just entering the North American market. The brand is popular for it's specially pleasing 'texture.' What many don't know is that when these condoms have served their purpose, they're actually fertilized. Submerging them in water completes the gestation process and within 24 hours, the condoms become living, swimming little latex creatures desperately wanting to go somewhere. If placed in a container, they'll just keep swimming in that same direction, bopping their head against their prison walls or leaping out of the container to their suffocating death. As far as anyone-in-the-know knows, they'll die when exposed to open air or when turned inside-out and emptied of their 'contents.'
Anyway, just to be on the safe side, don't ever flush a condom. You never know where it'll end up.
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They say that if you create a balloon animal, submerge it in thick smoke, then pop it, you can briefly see the ghostly figure of the actual animal escape, look around, and then prance into nothingness.
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Go into a Subway and tell the clerk you want to order the sandwich they'd always wished a customer would order. They will quickly, quietly, and without expression, craft the sandwich from many different ingredients. The sandwich will be the best thing you've ver tasted. This only works once per clerk. If you ask them to make it again, they will not recollect how. If you attempt to re-construct it, it will fail.
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There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly inelligibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent."

Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there.

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 a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birthdate, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happen safter you sign it.
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In Portland, Oregon in 1981, an unheard-of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs, something of a rarity at the time. This game was called "Polybius". The game proved to be incredibly popular, to the point of addiction, and queues formed around the machines, quickly followed by clusters of visits from men in black. Rather than the usual marketing data collected by company visitors to arcade machines, they collected some unknown data, allegedly testing responses to the psychoactive machines. The players themselves suffered from a series of unpleasant side-effects amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, night terrors, and suicide appearing as having been caused by the game in various versions of the legend. Some players stopped playing video games, while it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist.
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There's a mailbox somewhere in the city which can solve your most dire problems.

Which city? That depends on who you ask. There may even be more than one, who knows? Anyway, this mailbox isn't emptied anymore - the mail service has completely forgotten about it. But it clings on. It islolated in some relatively unlikely place, so you won't spot it immediately. Mail you put inside it won't go anywhere.

But the box is special. Write a letter about your most pressing problem to the persons in charge of dealing with it: write to your significant other, your boss, the IRS, and get it all off your chest. Write yourself into deep **** with that letter. You'll see that the problem will dissolve soon, in some way you hadn't thought likely.

The snag, of course, is that you can't really be sure whether you have found the right mailbox until you try it. And if you haven't, things are going to get much worse once your letter gets delivered...
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There's a movie theater in downtown Phoenix, Arizona that only plays movies 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 the entire film completely, you will have sleeping problems for the rest of your life.
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There's a car wash somewhere in Iowa that, if you order the special wash of the day and leave a $2 bill as a tip, will remove all minor dents, dings and scratches from your car. The bill has to have a prime serial number.
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Sometime in the spring of 1989, fourteen elite Reaganite businessmen met in a nondescript pub not far outside Buffalo. What was discussed is unknown to this very day. If you ask the bartender about the incident, he will say nothing until you leave. Ask him about the lighting though, and he'll tell you how none of the thirteen bulbs in the building have ever gone off, even when the power was out. He will not blink during this tale, and if you stare into his eyes, you may catch the image of a sharply dressed businessman with a disarming grin.
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A man in Wyoming was sentenced to life in prison for unknown reasons. He died 5 days after being incarcerated. When they searched his cell, they found that his toilet flushed the opposite direction.
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If you take any Swiss Franc note and expose it to microwaves, it will roll up and ignite. Once it's cooled down, you'll find a fine powder that, when ingested, will kill you painlessly. A 10 franc note has enough poison to kill a family of four.
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A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amatuer footage.
In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to. A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Davy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."
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In the mountains of British Colombia, Canada, there is a tree with an iron stump. If you dig beaneath this stump, you will find the Bote Diabolique, which houses the 19 forbidden notes on the musical scale, assuming that it has not already been dug up.
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There are exactly 17 people on this earth fated to kill you. If you somehow manage to avoid these 17 people during your lifetime, you are taken to a place of monumental beauty where you are stripped of all clothing and branded on the space just above your navel with a name. When you are sent back to earth, it's your mission to kill the person branded on you.
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Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings.
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The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.
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Denver international airport is a strange place.
When walking through the hospitality areas the walls are painted with murals. Many of these murals are quite innocuous, depicting sunrises, cityscapes and wildlife.
Three of the murals, however, are quite different.
One depicts a young aryan boy (caucasian, blonde, and blue-eyed) dressed in a way strongly resembling the hitler youth uniform, beating farming implements into swords while other children watch on in awe.
Another shows a burning cityscape in the background, flames rising into the sky, while a native american woman cradles two children, one of them wrapped in a shroud, quite obviously dead and dessicated.
Finally, the third mural features a man in a dictatorial military uniform (complete with black leather gloves and boots and a long, matching cape), wearing a gasmask and wielding some kind of strange energy sword. Many people think he resembles Darth Vader, while being much more unsettling.
These three murals have since been altered, but why were they painted in such a strange fashion in the first place? What purpose do these grim images have in an Airport?
What's behind the closed drapes concealing portions of the walls next to these odd paintings?
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Re: Time for a creepy topic
« Reply #6 on: January 21, 2007, 10:10:03 am »
Don't even read that long post.

You'll never know why.
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« Reply #7 on: January 21, 2007, 11:01:16 am »
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In the mountains of British Colombia, Canada, there is a tree with an iron stump. If you dig beaneath this stump, you will find the Bote Diabolique, which houses the 19 forbidden notes on the musical scale, assuming that it has not already been dug up.

That one is actually true. Just watch this old Open University, Science for Schools:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYfBTXiurDs

If you turn your volume up as high as it will go during the 'Bote Diabolique' segment, you can hear the faint screams of its creator, who died in a Austrian mental Asylum 200 years ago.
Sam is basically right, he's just cranky.

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« Reply #8 on: January 21, 2007, 11:13:18 am »
Where did you find these?
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« Reply #9 on: January 21, 2007, 11:38:48 am »
Seriously Sam, bug off! I'm not looking at another screamer.

Some of those Samog posted were really funny. The frisbee one was hilarious and the arcade game was very P K Dickian. I really liked the one about the Swiss bill. I can recommend "Guts" by Chuck Palahniuk and the awesome "Haunted" short story collection, it's got tons of these conspiracy type stories. Guts is also found online by an easy Google search.

...that seemed awefully shilly of me...  :P

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« Reply #10 on: January 21, 2007, 11:50:23 am »
What is shilly?

You'll never know why.
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« Reply #11 on: January 21, 2007, 11:55:47 am »
That one is actually true. Just watch this old Open University, Science for Schools:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYfBTXiurDs

If you turn your volume up as high as it will go during the 'Bote Diabolique' segment, you can hear the faint screams of its creator, who died in a Austrian mental Asylum 200 years ago.
...screamer...

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« Reply #12 on: January 21, 2007, 12:02:12 pm »
Yeah screamer!

You'll never know why.
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« Reply #13 on: January 21, 2007, 12:05:44 pm »
It isn't a screamer. It's actually a clip from a very funny British TV show that parodies educational television. Here's one about ghosts: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=En_XPqxTIeE&mode=related&search=
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« Reply #14 on: January 21, 2007, 12:08:56 pm »
Have some more (unless you're Grazony).


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There's a website that randomly pops up as the first link when you search google. Some people never get it, other people see it and pass it by thinking its a marketing site.

The page always has a diffrent web address, but its always selling the same thing: The Real Secret to Eternal Youth. The page seems to be a collection of most searched words, but if you begin with the third letter in the page, and read every third letter after that in succession, you can read the hidden message. About halfway through you start to fade in and out of conciousness, yet you cant stop reading.

Know one knows what happens for sure, but victims are always found face down on their keyboards, completely vegetized for life.

Its believed that the web page was created by an occulitist in the late 1990's. His whereabouts are unknown.
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In a private terminal at the Port of Boston there is a houseboat. This houseboat has been anchored there, permanently, for at least 50 years. The eccentric owner has maintained all fees and taxes and is in good standing with the Port Authority.

Still, even if the owner wasn't finacially responsible, no one would ask them to depart. Despite the owner's friendly, hospitable, if odd nature, there is a persistent air of unease around the boat and the area of the Port surrounding.

Very few people have taken the owner up on offers of hospitality, but those who do recount a wholly unbelievable tale:

When you step into the houseboat, it's as if you're sent backwards 50 years in time. Looking out windows depicts a cityscape of antiquity and the television recieves live broadcasts of programs of the era (including news programs). If you look out the open door, you see the city as it stands today. When the door closes, you can see the 50 year old skyline through the port opening.

Some visitors who spend time with the owner notice something particularly disturbing: an almost uncanny resemblance to their host, despite obvious age differences. Though this is odd, the owner is friendly and trustworthy (ignoring the air of unease most feel), so it isn't surprisng if casual friendships build between a guest and the proprietor.

All this would, of course, be very strange and worthy of note, but dismissed as some form of elaborate hoax or illusion, if it weren't for one additional detail.

Whenever someone elects to spend the night in this houseboat after an evening of conversation and a few drinks, they are never heard from again.

When the guest awakens in the morning, the owner is nowhere to be found and suddenly, the city skyline never changes back to its contemporary appearance when exiting the boat.

Under the bed there is a briefcase full of $100 bills with a letter stapled to a list.

The letter simply reads, "You have 50 years to follow these instructions if you wish to free yourself from this hell. The clock is ticking. Get to work."
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There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you 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, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. 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 a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath...
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Every red tide in north america, an island appears off of the coast of Stonongton, CT near the burrough. For the time that it appears, you can travel to that island. However, if you don't return by the time the tide is over, you will be stuck on the island and trapped there forever. Only one man has ever returned, and he can barely recollect what had happened. All he remembered is that he heard constant screaming and smelled blood the entire time and that he gradually felt less human during his stay on the island. He remembered that there was a certain area that seemed like it offered sancuary, but when he went in it he blacked out and woke up on his boat. After he told his story, he became braindead. When he became braindead, he was admitted to a hospital. After about 3 months, on the day they were about to pull the plug, his body dissapeared. The nurses claimed that during his stay his sheets would always turn red after a week, but he had no bloodloss. However, the only thing left behind was the smell of blood and a strange talasman that had the crude image of the man's face on it. On the back was an illegible inscription. The talasman was made from volcanic ash and in the core it had the gray matter of a man's brain. The DNA matched that of the man who dissapeared.
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The Manhattan Project was started in 1942 to develop the first nuclear explosive for use against the enemies of the U.S. In July 1943, Dr. James Albrecht, one of the project scientists, was accused of spying for the Germans. Albrecht's coworkers noted in interviews that the man "stopped talking to anyone" and "seemed especially aloof, even for a scientist." Just days before his trial, Albrecht disappeared, leaving a wife and two children.

On November 17, 1998, Albrecht suddenly showed up at his younger son's home in Springfield, New Mexico. Upon realizing that the man was his father, Ethan Albrecht, at the time 81 years old, invited him in and tried to figure out what happened. However, within hours of Dr. Albrecht's reappearance, FBI agents arrived and took him away, to his son's protest.

In an interview with a local newpaper, Ethan noted that "[Dr. James Albrecht] hasn't aged a day. He looks as young as my son." The scientist also seemed to suffer from amnesia, constantly asking where his wife was and when his trial is. To this day, the government denies that Albrecht ever existed.

Dr. James Albrecht was 68 years old when he was invited to join the Manhattan Project.
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