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Crypi-historia like!
Hi all!
Still, I decided to lay out crypts after these holidays .. Fuck if no one comments? I don’t know myself.
Congratulations to everyone on the past New Year!
IIIIIII (I’m not Emiel), so I’ll start right away ..
Today I will try to choose worthy of “no” crying ..
I’ll start!
A few hours ago I climbed all sorts of sites. And so I decided to see what is new on the www map.Jodi.Org/Map. As soon as I went there, I decided to look at the Zombie object on this map, but it was not. But then Max called me, my best friend. He also loved to scour this site in search of something new. He used to tell me that on JODI.Org he found an incomprehensible set of words, numbers and letters with intervals, and when allocating this in all in the intervals were Russian words. But now it’s not about that.
He:
– Zheka, go to the Jodi card and look at it carefully.
I:
– What is there?
He:
– Look at her very carefully and find NecroENAMA there, click on this word, and there is a video there, I terribly want to know what is there. But I’m afraid. Look at him and tell me later.
I:
– I am not a test for you, look yourself, and then I.
But then he hung up. I decided to watch this video after all, but how I regret it now.
By name, it was clear that this was connected with the dead-necro and enemies-enem (enemie).
I turned it on. First the inscription in the middle of the screen is BLAM! 3, then a highlight reel from the 1997 CD-home, then there was the following inscription: Necro Enema Amalgamated. Something terrible began. Photos of children, corpses, children, corpses, children, corpses, then mouth, something incomprehensible, then again the mouth and after all this showed the person’s face and so several times. Children, corpses, lungs. I felt very bad, I stopped the video. My head was spinning, nausea, I turned off. I dreamed of something unimaginable. I stood on a field with corpses, thousands of corpses. They began to rise! I stood. They came up from all sides. I looked at all this. I woke up, my head still hurts. For half an hour I can’t get through my friend, I feel very bad, it seems that they break me from the inside. A terrible pain. Dear readers, I ask you, do not watch it.
It happened to me on December 22, 2009. Time was about 9 pm. He sat at the computer, chatted with his old friend on the agent. Suddenly he offered me to accept a file called BB6734CAFB84 JPEG and said that this is a kind of photo of a girl who, in his opinion, was considered the most beautiful girl in the world. Of course I accepted, but as soon as the file downloaded, he said in a sharp voice: «I’m sorry, I have to go». Quickly turned off the bell and left online. I thought he had dealt. And yet I wanted to see this photo. But as soon as I put the cursor to the label photo, the phone rang, the number was not defined, I answered, asked who it was and suddenly a hoarse voice answered me: “Do not forget to turn off the light” and turned off. I thought what the hell. A few seconds later, it dawned on me that most likely it was Max, the very friend with whom I accepted the photo, I called this number and suddenly the administration says that this number does not exist. I was no longer joking. And yet I thought it was a draw and sat down again for the computer. The cursor was on the file as soon as I made the first click, the light turned off. But the computer worked, since I had a power supply. I thought local children turned off the shield. Many times it has already been. I was sure that my neighbor would come out of a minute, will expel children and turn on the light. And as soon as I made a second click, I was dumbfounded with horror. There was a bloodied girl in the photo, it seemed to me that Max decided to play me, after this thought there was a knock on the window, I looked out, like anyone. I moved away from the window, but still felt someone’s presence, again a knock on the window, I looked out and. I almost fell with horror, the same girl with a bloodied face stood there. I fainted. I woke up lying on the floor, it was about 8 in the morning, everything was as usual, the computer worked, but the photo was closed, although I did not turn it off, went to the kitchen, drank coffee, sat down at the computer and saw that Maxim was online. I quickly stick a microphone and call. He did not answer for a long time, but then he answered, I immediately began to ask him that for bl* was last night, he was silent and, not answering my question, asks: “Well, how do my girlfriend?»I almost ah*l, I’m silent, I can’t understand what’s going on, he says that they have a wedding tomorrow. And suddenly a knock on the door. I, bulging my eyes, go to open and, as soon as I open, something heavy hit me on the head. I turned off, woke up in the cell, as soon as my vision was restored, I realized that I was in prison, a watchman passes past the door, I stop him with a cry, he comes up and asks: he asks:
-Che is necessary?
I answer:
-How I got here?
-You killed your friend and his girlfriend right at the wedding. Have you forgotten?
I, without answering anything, moved away from the door and lay down on the bed, and at midnight I heard the moans of the same girl.
I don’t remember how the melody t3 was on my phone.WAV. I noticed this file when I deleted unnecessary paths from a memory card. Seeing the strange name T3, I launched this melody and heard some ugly and nasty sounds. I was able to listen only to 17 seconds of 4 minutes of the path-my ears laid my ears and my head began to get sick, plus brown and dark yellow patterns began to appear in my imagination-a kind of brown music. I was drawn to sleep.
The next day I still decided to turn on t3 again. I sat and suffered until 25 seconds of the path came. My head seemed to be swollen, and the pouting brain pressed on the walls of the skull from the inside. However, there were no visible changes with the head. I went to rest again.
The third time I turned on T3 for 25 seconds. Ugly and squishy sounds were repeated, interrupted by small interference and white noise. It was as if I understood how I managed to record this, I saw this table, balls, semolina … but I could not explain what played at all? Gradually growing ghostly noise, like the winds of the wind, as if blowing into my ears and puffed my brain. It was very unpleasant, but I suffered. I looked at my watch. The arrow moved slowly, everything slowed down. I began to feel as if I was looking up from my body and take off. Everything around was becoming large and inaccessible. Fog appeared in the eyes, my ears were sick … It seemed to me that I was listening to eternity, but it turns out I listened to only 45 seconds during this time. I felt bad. I, gathering my strength, raised my hand and turned off this track. I went out into the dark corridor. I was very unpleasant and a little scary, although I am not afraid of the darkness since I spent the night on the street in a village without a bed and a blanket www.4stor.ru. I wanted to warm up food in the microwave, but the squeak when pressed on the buttons was given a severe pain in my ears.
I never turned on this track until the circumstances remind me of it. In search of music for my Flash game, I came across an epic track of Carmina Burana O Fortuna, which I wanted to put a teacher. But there was no place on the phone! I began to clean the card until again I came across t3. This time I made a promise to listen to the end. It was a kind of test for willpower. Turning on from the very beginning, I began to listen. My feelings:
00:14 The strange sound from which the pain began.
00:19 Head began to pout.
00:29 Head pain.
00:48 A slight feeling of flight.
00:50 I don’t feel my legs.
00:54 The sound has become more appropriate, but still disgusting.
01.00 becomes like music.
01:11 Cosmic something is heard, like in depeche mode
01:15 A working mechanism, gears, as if I’m inside the motor. The bass appeared.
01:19 quite a tuber. It only seems that music is either far in the forest or under water. Stereo effect.
01:25 The sound of a flying UFO.
01:47 The sounds of the city are heard, as if there is an ambulance and the police, something heavy and, apparently, iron-me. Noise presses on the brains.
01:54 Sound as in the beginning, but accelerated.
01:59 I started! Unexpectedly something heavy of 01:47 fell.
02:03 This heavy falls into a deep cliff or well, the bottom is not visible.
02:11 is heard by something non-cycling, as if natives conduct a ritual, or vice versa-postmodern, robots, etc.
02:38 This sound continues. White noise is heard in the background.
03:02 Sounds continue somewhere far away. Sometimes a cell phone is heard, but very quiet.
03:14 What is it! I heard as if a woman, or a man told the “I” in a sweet voice, and the echo began to repeat it repeatedly. The voice was ghostly.
03:19 Ghosts continue to scream something! There are many votes, they mixed up, it’s hard to make out what they say.
03:20 I hear the song of the ghost, something familiar, but before I have not heard that.
03:28 I analyze that one of the ghosts sings something like «All the Life Forever Live»
03:34 One of the ghosts screamed “gu-u-ul”, and he was interrupted by a sung voice. He definitely sang in English, but this time I understood only “Die to Another Time”. The voice performing the song was angelic, but at the same time strange and mysterious.
03:44 Singing stopped, someone howled.
03:45 No! This is not a howl, this is a cry of a baby!
03:55 – 04:03 incomprehensible set of sounds.
I still did not understand where I got this file, but I will not delete it until I unravel its secret.
Perhaps you can figure out everything before me. I give you this t4.
Note from me-sound exists, but I did not listen to it, you can listen to this link 4stor.ru/deadly files/28504-svyat-zeropoling.html, then in the comments write: 3
Hooray. I finally connected the Internet. Happiness has no limit, even tears flow from the eyes. All my friends were connected to him a long time ago, and I seemed to stay away from civilization. But now the frantic speed (up to 1 MB per second) will make them find them away from my civilization. Yes, I’m omnipotent. Ta-Ak, Mozilla. Starting page. Wow. It’s amazing.
“What Wang predicted for 2038?»
«SHOCK. Justin Bieber tore off his voice «. (Em. who is this bieber. )
“British scientists have created an incredible computer program. «
(This is interesting … Clazem? Clazem. Wow, what a speed. So):
“Students of the British University of Cambridge have created an incredible computer program that will help you choose his death to a person. All that is required of a person is to download the program, install and choose several proposed response options. This miracle weighs only 234 kb. You can download the Russian version here:
Choose your death.EXE
Choose your death.EXE is a mirror.
(EM … there is no antivirus yet. Don’t even know.)
“Virgin software only on our website. «
(Ah, if so … then okay. Download. Wow. How quickly it downloads. ).
((4 and a half minutes passed.))
(So, downloaded. Well, let’s get started. Launch.)
«Before entering the password, answer the question»:
1) “I will die someday?»
)Yes(
)No(
)Maybe(
) The gods immortal (
(Ha ha ha. The gods are immortal. This is true.) Click.
(2) “What about you?»
)Yes(
)No(
)Maybe(
(Wow. They pricked how. Well done.)) Respect. )Maybe(
(3) “You have the last attempt to answer correctly. In order to answer the correctly to this tricky question, we recommend reading the books: “Dawn and Sunset” “Babochka one -day” “Beginning and end”
And try to continue the phrase: “In this world, two things, taxes and … are inevitable in this world..»
(Jokers … okay). )Yes(
(4) “Enter the password to continue. The password will Avantgarde Casino review be the date of your death.»
(Joke. Um … 7856789.) Click.
(5) «Enter the real date»
(Understands. Well, then let … 14.08.1941.)
(6) «Enter the future date or today»
(And this also understands. Okay 12.12.2234.)
(7) «With all respect for you … unlikely»
(Hahah. Oh, these British. Tactful guys … Let it then … And I’ll call Mashka.)
– Hello. Hello Masha!
– Hi, Kohl.
– Masha, call any future date that will come to your mind. Just no further than one hundred ten years.
– This is all? Bye…
– No. It’s so difficult for you?
– Oh, okay. And in the sense of the date?
– Well, for example today 27.12.2011. And now you.
– 28.12.2011.
– Cattle you, Masha.
(Pi-pi-pi).
(Damn … Well, let it 28.06.2063.)
(8) “Password accepted. Congratulations you have prepared for yourself 80 years of life «.
(Cool. Hey minute. And how did you find out how old I am? Crap. The British begin to scare me ((()
“Information about your age is legally taken from the site:
«WWW. I know about you a little more than everything.com/»
(Ah, since everything is legal, I have no complaints.)
(9) «Choose the category of death».
) Ordinary (
) Terrible (
) Strange (
) Stupid (
) Incredible (
(Well. Let it be strange.)
(10) “You have chosen the category strange. Now you will be asked a strange question, and if you do not answer it within 15 seconds, you will die right away.»
(Ha ha ha, well, give your question..)
(11) “What day was 14.08.1941? No wonder you called him «
(Well, well. Well, let’s write Tuesday).
«Nope, time has gone».
1 sec.
2 sec.
3 sec. (Okay, if you can’t skip it, let’s wait until the end).
(12) “By the way, in order to show all the seriousness of our intentions, we better take the date that your girlfriend called you two minutes ago. Death will come from a break in the heart as a result of a very quick heartbeat caused by this message «
4 sec. (Crap. Aaaa.What to do. ).
5 sec. (What to do. )
6 sec. CTRL+ALT+DeLT
(13) “We warn you that if you try to disconnect the program using the tasks dispatcher or in another way, your operating system will suffer, and access to contact will be blocked.»
7 sec. ( Oh come on. What to do?)
sec. (15.78..143) Fingers confuse the keys.
9 sec. 14.08.1941 Enter.
10 sec. (Why so slowly. )
11 sec. (Come on. ).
13 sec. (Arnik) fingers confuse the keys.
14 sec. (Tuesday). Enter
15 sec. “Actually, the environment, but thanks, amused.»
(Hey Catina, Google cannot lie. )
(14) “In the section are strange, you can choose one of these deaths”:
) Be a discarded monkey from the cliff (
) Choke on a piece of fried onion (
) To drown in the fault of Chateau-Marinho 1943 (
) Die of refusal of peripheral vision (
) To die from the fright of a monkey who will want to drop you from the cliff (
) To die from the injection of a needle of a shooting cactus (
) To die from the injection of a needle of an ordinary cactus (
) Die from the injection of an ordinary needle (.
(And that’s it. And you can return back? What a crap? I will turn it off!)
(15) «See point (n13)»
“Congratulations. You have successfully chosen death ..
Your death will occur as a result of an injection with a needle of a shooting cactus 28.06.2064.»
“Wipe you a memory so that you would not remember the date?»
(Wow. There is such … come on!) Enter.
(Great…)
“We thank you for supporting the site: www.Deal the creature.Com/.»
“Http: // www.Deal the creature.Com/. ((Make your contribution to the fight against overpopulation)).»
«Expect a patch in which the following changes will be:»
) A list of deaths from films saw 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.(
) A list of deaths from films destination 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (
“In May, the long -awaited patch for immortality will be released.»
«Sincerely. We will help you change your fate. «
The snowman appeared near my house two weeks before the New Year. It was appearing, I didn’t jok, well, in fact, some kind of gushing gulyaks could not blindly blind him in the middle of the night in just half an hour and without a trace, and most importantly, silently disappear.
In other circumstances, I would not even pay attention to it, but my nerves at that moment were at the limit. There was nothing left before the holidays, and the money for gifts was not dense. The girl in the summer knocked out of me a promise to give her a new laptop, and my parents actively hinted at a healthy lifestyle, which only the lack of a decent juicer prevents them from leading them. In the end, I made a strategic decision to take up urgent orders for technical translations. Orders were sent to me closer in the evening and time was given literally until the morning. Nobody canceled official work either, and by the time the snowman appeared, I had already experienced all the symptoms of chronic lack of sleep and was in earnestly developed useful sleep skills in minibuses, buses and metro.
From cutting down right behind the computer, only coffee and cigarettes saved me. In the end, I got the habit of running to smoke several times per hour to come to my senses in the cold at least a little. In one of these smoke breaks, I saw a snowman. I was ready to swear that the last time he was not. The clock was three in the morning and if some fun company had wandered into our yard, I would have heard it from my second floor. Moreover, the snow around the snowman was absolutely clean, without signs of any traces.
And he looked right at me.
I don’t know why, but I felt very uncomfortable. As if someone really drilles me with an icy gaze. I really wanted to turn away, but what is there, close the balcony door behind me and pull all the curtains for reliability. The rational part of me did not want to retreat before a primitive craft of snow, so for evil to all humanity I stared at the snowman.
Snowman as a snowman-disproportionately short arms-vegetables, nose with a carrot, on the voice an inverted bucket from popcorn. Unless his eyes were rather strange, as if from dark glass. The light of the lanterns kept reflected in them with bright glare.
I angrily extinguished the cigarette butt and returned to work, hoping that tomorrow the freak will be equalized by neighboring children. However, I didn’t go to the balcony that night anymore.
Further, the days reached out their own way – work in the office, work at home, sleep in fits. I’m even used to a stupid snowman who remained standing, untouched by local kids, they seemed to shun him. And when a few days remained before the New Year, something has changed. At first I could not understand what exactly, but one night it dawned on me – the snowman became closer. I remembered for sure that when I saw him for the first time, he stood near the playground, and now stuck under a maple meters two from it. But this is nonsense – who would move the snowman? However, an obsessive thought clung to me like a burdock. I tried to remember the place where the snowman stood then and each time, going out on the balcony, compared my observations with reality. In the end, I had to admit that he was really moving. He overcame about a meter during the night. Are the neighbors so strange funny above each other? I excluded myself from potential objects of these jokes immediately. Firstly, because he lived in this house relatively recently, and secondly because he did not have time to get to know anyone even to just nod when meeting.
But I clearly hurried with conclusions. On the night of December 30-31, somewhere around midnight, I went to my first ritual smoke break and immediately met with a look with a snowman. He stood right under my balcony, and the vehicle hand pointed exactly at me. Behind the snowman guessed a clear straight line, as if something dragged in the snow. I hardly retained the appearance of calm. After all, if it was me who became the object of the joke, then for sure the jokers themselves are somewhere nearby and watching me. I calmly documented and went into the room, making considerable efforts so as not to turn around.
The next few hours I carefully fought with the desire to go to the balcony and see how all this would end. Although the denouement was probably supposed to be the most predictable – most likely I should have met the complete absence of a snowman and ominously ajar door to the porch. So it happened. When curiosity finally won, only a bucket of popcorn lying below, the hat that served his hat, was reminded of the snowman. Frankly, I was a little disappointed.
Then I returned to work and diligently translated the instructions for the microwave until I felt that he was terribly frozen. I checked all the windows and went to the kitchen to make myself tea.
Suddenly a light bulb under the ceiling flashed several times, as if going to burn out. I cringed. Not so much from surprise, so much from the fact that the apartment has become terrifying, abnormally cold. Breathing broke out of my mouth with clouds of steam. The bulb went out again and the apartment plunged into the dark. These seconds were quite enough for me to hear the front door creaked. The front door that I locked on the lock and chain, returning home. When the light caught fire again, a snowman stood in the doorway.
Now, in addition to glass eyes and carrots, his mouth appeared on his caricature face. Deep hole squeezed by ice needles. The mouth of the snowman stretched out in the likeness of the grin and he slowly moved towards me. Hands-vegetables wriggled and more like a tentacle. There was nowhere to retreat, I pressed against the wall and looked with horror at the approaching monster, unable to believe that everything is actually happening. This simply could not be. The snowman quickly overcame the distance separating us and tried to cling to my hand. Fortunately, a click of boiled electric kettle took me out of a stupor. Mechanically, I grabbed the kettle and splashed all its contents onto the snowman.
There was a terrible screech and the snowman began to melt very quickly. Soon only a muddy puddle and several black glass fragments remained from him. Strange, but the air temperature immediately returned to normal, and I felt a sharp pain in my forearm. The snowman still managed to hook me, I could cross out a deep scratch with a towel and fell out right there, in the kitchen.
I came to my senses only the next day. There was no question of celebrating the New Year, I had enough strength only to remove fragments and wipe the puddles on the floor. It was possible to find any traces of the snowman on – the door was locked, the water on the floor was clearly from the teapot lying right there, and I most likely cut off my own cup. Is this all the consequences of lack of sleep? I could not think up, because terrible fatigue fell on me and the next two weeks I went through with a terrible cold – a consequence of frequent smoking on the balcony.
Almost a year has passed since then. I wrote off all the events of last December to overvoltage and promised myself to sleep at least 6 hours a day. But since the snow has fallen to fulfill its vow, it has become more and more difficult for me. No, not because of work. My apartment is terribly hot, I literally douser later and I can’t close my eyes. Windows open wide open no longer help, and if in the afternoon I can still concentrate somehow, then at night I only do what I imagine ice and endless snow plains. I could not stand it a few days ago and went outside. Luna shone, snow sparkled under the light of rare lanterns. It was probably about three in the morning, the windows in the surrounding high -rise buildings were dark. I walked, enjoying the coolness, until I was in front of the house, where light was on on the third floor. There I stopped and just stood for several hours until the light was extinguished.
The next night I went to that house again. I managed to see a young woman, even a girl sitting at a computer. She seems to be smiling at something. And I could not take my eyes off her windows.
Once she seemed to feel something because she opened the window and looked out, but I stood in the shade and remained unnoticed. The next evening I saw how she decorates her Christmas tree. As hypnotized, I stood in the yard, not daring to even move. The snow fell and fell, by the morning it turned out that he had almost completely covered me, but I did not even notice. I hardly made the numb limbs move and wandered home.
I don’t know what is happening to me and I can’t do anything with myself. Every evening I give myself a promise not to go anywhere, calmly watch a TV or read a book, call my girlfriend, whom I have not talked with a week, but barely a night is sinking to the city, I am covered by an insurmountable desire to go to that yard and standing at the illuminated windows of the third floor, gradually making my way closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer and closer. Increasingly, I catch myself thinking that I do not need to return home at all. Only suffocating heat and annoying calls from work awaits me there.
I hope this is someone to read and explain what is happening. There should be some kind of logical explanation.
And now I need to go. Need to. I have to.
Two weeks left before the New Year.
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