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Reports of mermaid encounters were not uncommon in 19th-century Japan, and a number of illustrated documents from that period including a few by notable natural historians depict some fantastic specimens rarely seen in todays world.
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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 Muerta blanca, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerta blanca? 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 werent already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door
Once for your skin, which shell use to patch her own decaying flesh.
Twice for your muscle, which shell gnash her teeth on between victims.
Thrice for your bones, which shell make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.
Four times for your heart, which shell wear around her neck.
Five times for your teeth, which shell polish and keep in a box.
Six times for your eyes, which shell see the faces of your loved ones through.
Seven times for your soul, which shell eat whole you can never pass while youre in her stomach.
She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.
You can try to outrun her, but shes faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while shes knocking on your door, she wont 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, thats 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 girls 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. Shes 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 couldnt 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, its been fuy5
WITNESS
Något jag hittade på NoSleep tråden i Reddit:
The room was almost stereotypical. The black couch in the corner for me to lie down in, the warm mahogany furniture everywhere, and of course, the chair that looked like it was taken from a hunting lodge in the 1800s. Never saw myself as a person that would need psychiatric help, I guess no one ever does until theyre forced into it. Man up was the name of the game, nothings wrong was what I told myself over and over.
But here I was, sitting in a psychiatrists office, and paying $100 per hour for the privilege. It was nothing exciting, really. There werent voices in my head, I hadnt murdered anyone, and no conversations with potatoes were had as far as I know. If you saw me on the street, youd think I was completely normal. Hell, if you followed me around all day, youd still think I was completely normal, if a bit boring.
So, what are you here to talk about today? he said. The man looked every bit as generic as his office. Round spectacles, bald head. He even looked like Freud if Freud had gained a couple of dozen pounds.
Im not sure. I dont even know if its a thing...or...I really just dont know.
Why dont you describe what youve been feeling?
I havent been feeling like Im me...you know? Of course he didnt know, that didnt make any fucking sense.
How so? he asked.
Sometimes I stare in the mirror, and I dont know who Im looking at. It used to happen only once in awhile, but...but now its every morning. Its like Im living someone elses life.
I expected for him to kick me out right there. Thats not a thing he should have said, we treat people with serious disorders here. Instead, he just motioned for me to continue.
I used to know who I was. I used to feel like me. Now it just feels like Im along for the ride. Someone else is at the wheel and all I can do is stare out the window. Everyone has that, right? At least sometimes? But its all the time for me. All the fucking time.
He smiled, and scribbled something on his notepad. Have you ever heard of Pieris Rapae?
No, I havent.
Its a type of butterfly. Cabbage White theyre called sometimes, because when theyre caterpillars they eat cabbage leaves, and, well, theyre white. He readjusted his ridiculous spectacles and continued. Theres a wasp, Cotesia Glomerata, that likes to lay its larvae into the Cabbage White caterpillar.
This asshole was taking my money to fulfill his dream of being fucking David Attenborough or some shit.
The larvae slowly eat the caterpillar inside out until its a hollow shell, filled with another creatures children.
Im not sure where youre going with this. I told him.
Its very simple, youve heard the adage people never change, Im sure.
Yeah.
Its true. People never do change. Theyre just replaced.
Are you saying...my body is filled with wasp larvae? At this point, I was pretty certain that he was batshit insane. But fuck it, I had paid my hours worth. Maybe I could at least still get prescribed some cool drugs, so I stayed.
No, thatd be daft. Theyre not wasps. Also, its not your body, just your mind. You have been slowly eaten away, and now the last pieces of you are recognizing that theres something else running the show.
Are you...accredited by anyone at all?
He smiled again, Funny thing, though.
Whats that?
Theres another wasp. Lysibia nana.
You sure like wasps, dont you?
When Lysibia nana finds a caterpillar infected by wasp larvae, do you know what it does?
Im sure youll tell me. The whole nature show thing was getting pretty tiring at this point.
It injects the parasite larvae with its own larvae. Hyperparasites, theyre called. Fascinating, isnt it?
Sure, but what does this whole story mean?
Nothing much, he said as he pulled a syringe from his desk, just that Ive finally found the right Cabbage White.
Hahaha hittade denna:
Haha, fucking Laina. <3
Någon som läser några slenderbloggar de skulle rekommendera?
Citat från DecayingInsanity
Haha, fucking Laina. <3
Någon som läser några slenderbloggar de skulle rekommendera?
Nja, antar att du har hört om MarbleHornet?
Citat från DecayingInsanity
Haha, fucking Laina. <3
Någon som läser några slenderbloggar de skulle rekommendera?
Har du skrivit ett enda inlägg i den här tråden som inte handlar om slenderman?
He likes the Slendörman, ok.
Citat från Beyond_Ashes
Citat från DecayingInsanity
Haha, fucking Laina. <3
Någon som läser några slenderbloggar de skulle rekommendera?
Nja, antar att du har hört om MarbleHornet?
Jopp. Fast föredrar EverymanHYBRID.
Citat från Peppar
Citat från DecayingInsanity
Haha, fucking Laina. <3
Någon som läser några slenderbloggar de skulle rekommendera?
Har du skrivit ett enda inlägg i den här tråden som inte handlar om slenderman?
Japp, skrev något om SCP några sidor bakåt.
Slenderman säger ni
såg slenderman i ett skyltfönster för inte så länge sedan!
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