Det är en optisk illusion helt enkelt, din hjärna uppfattar den som en tredimensionell utbuktande mask och att den roterar åt höger, egentligen roterar den åt vänster och är en inbuktande mask. Det är ungefär så mycket man kan förstå utan att ha läst överdrivet mycket optik och psykologi, något som jag misstänker att inte så många har!

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Min spontana gissning är att fenomenet uppstår för att du inte utsätts för en vinkel som visar på att masken är tredimensionell på baksidan vilket gör att djupet blir inverterat i dina ögon, troligtvis för att det uppvisar alla baser i skuggor och linjer för att vara tredimensionellt förutom djupet. Något sånt borde det vara!

HERPES Kille, 30 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:06

HERPES Kille, 30 år

Precis vad jag tänkte!

Tror jag

TantusaurusFLexx Kille, 28 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:11

TantusaurusFLexx Kille, 28 år

Eller så skapades den bara för att förvirra folk.

HERPES Kille, 30 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:15

HERPES Kille, 30 år

Nää

brall Tjej, 29 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:29

brall Tjej, 29 år

Earlier this week, on Sunday night, I had a dream in which I knew I was asleep. I was stood outside of my house in torrential rain at night and thought I needed to get inside in order to wake up. I approached the front door and placed my knuckles onto the door-window ready to knock. I knew that my next action would bring me one step closer to consciousness. The moment I knocked on the door, the thudding sound of the knock was so loud, so frightening and so real that it woke me from my sleep.

BANG BANG BANG

I jumped up immediately and listened out for a further knock at the door. I was roasting hot, sweating profusely and my heart was beating so hard, I don’t think I would have been able to tell the difference between a knock at the door and my thudding heart beat. After I came to my senses and realised that the possibility of the door knocking at the exact moment of dreaming it is incredibly low, I fell back to sleep.

Monday, the very following night, I had the same dream. Right back outside the front of the house in the pouring rain again, intensely staring at the house. I slowly walked to the front door, this time it was open. I walked in and went straight into the kitchen. I opened the cutlery drawer and pulled out the largest meat knife I have. I looked into my reflection through the blade of the knife.

If you stare directly into the reflection of your eyes for long enough, eventually it will hit you that someone is looking at you. You know it’s your reflection, but for just a second, you forget and become self conscious, as if it’s somebody else behind your reflection’s eyes. It didn’t take a second of looking at my reflection through the blade to realise that somebody else was looking back. The moment I realised it was somebody else wearing my grin in the reflection, I slammed the cutlery drawer shut.

BANG

Again, I shot up out of bed. The sound of the metal clanging in the drawer as it abruptly closed was so defined and so crystal clear, it couldn’t have been a dream. Really spooked this time, I went downstairs into the kitchen. I was half asleep and had to check. I opened the cutlery drawer. I was relieved to find the knife still in the drawer. I closed it and went back to bed. It took a little longer this time, but I fell asleep.

Tuesday night, my dream started with that grin in the reflection. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that the man in the reflection knew he was looking back at someone confused and scared. I found myself looking into the reflection of the knife, already in my hand, while stood outside of my house in the rain. The front door was open again. I walked into the house, directly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I looked at the bed and saw someone sleeping in it. It was me.

I knew what I was going to do, but also knew that I couldn’t stop myself. Instead, I kept think over and over again “Wake up”. My emotions were both in two extremes at once. I was terrified, but at the same time I was thrilled and excited to kill. “WAKE UP!”

I shot right out of bed and stood up. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, roasting hot, but relieved to find nobody stood in front of me with a knife. It took a few seconds to realise that I was gripping something tight in my hand. I knew what it was even before I looked down at it and saw my reflection in it. It was the meat knife, and this time the reflection in it looked terrified.

I don’t sleep anymore.

Man kan ju i alla fall försöka väcka tråden igen. :(

paradoxidal 29 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:33

paradoxidal 29 år

HJÄLP MIG!
Jag läste en asbra creepypasta här för ett tag sen...
Det jag kommer ihåg var att det var typ en kille som var nere i källaren, och så kom det ner en "förvriden varelse" för trappan på alla fyra, och då sprang den där killen in i garderoben eller något och gömde sig i flera timmar, och under tiden höll den där varelsen på och trummade någon melodi på dörren. Plötsligt vart det tyst, och killen gick ut. Och utan att han märkte det så började han typ stampa takten på den där melodin, och så säger han typ "den var endå rätt svänging" eller något, och så går han också ner å alla fyra och börjar dansa...

Jag är ett arsle på att förklara, men kan någon komma på vilken det är, kommer jag älska dig för all framtid.
Den var på engelska...

brall Tjej, 29 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:35

brall Tjej, 29 år

Citat från KennyStar

Jag vet vilken du menar, den finns någonstans i tråden!

Pekfinger Tjej, 30 år

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9 maj 2011 kl. 21:36

Pekfinger Tjej, 30 år

KennyStar:

Footsteps aren’t an uncommon thing to hear when you’re sitting in a basement, so I think nothing of it when I hear quiet thuds coming from my upstairs hallway. I just assume it’s my brother, and continue doing whatever pointless little thing I was doing at the time. They go on for another couple minutes, and I’m starting to get pissed off. They keep getting louder and louder and I sigh, wondering what the hell my brother’s doing this late at night. I sit there, because it’s impossible to focus with the racket. I mean, it sounds like someone’s power walking all over my main floor.

I sit there and listen as the thumps get faster and wilder. They just keep moving, almost starting to form a rhythm. They move even faster and get even wilder and they’re thumping all over my main floor. I realize that whatever this is, it can’t be human. No human can move like that.

“What the fuck?!” I finally yell. After that, all the noises stop. Everything is quiet for a moment, and then I hear calm, slow footsteps moving to my basement door. The door is pushed open, and the footsteps stop again. I listen to my breathing for the next three minutes, then sigh, thinking it’s over. Turns out something else was listening, too. Suddenly I hear it thudding down the stairs, and I knock my chair over in my haste to stand up. I start to run towards the nearest closet, just in time to see a grotesque, hairless, four-legged creature, dancing towards me, tapping it’s swollen feet in an intoxicating rhythm. I dive into the closet and slam the door shut. There’s a half-second pause and then I hear that same rhythm on the door.

It just keeps going and going with no pause, no rests, no relief. He’s been at it for hours now, and I find myself tapping my fingers along with his song. But then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. I wait for a few moments, then look out. He’s gone. I flip on a light and fall into a chair. It’s safe. I relax and think for a few moments. But then I notice my foot tapping. Maybe this song isn’t so bad, I almost like it enough to dance to it. So I drop down on my hands and feet, and I start.

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