Of all the things that go 'bump' in the night, the being called Slender Man is probably the scariest, and most dangerous, for two reasons. One, he usually doesn't go bump. He's usually silent. He's hard to notice. But you can see him. Once he starts following you, you're doomed. He will stalk you until you're his. And once you do notice him, you will start seeing him everywhere. You will be haunted by his presence, his unnatural aura. He will be outside your window in the darkness, staring in. His unearthly arms will reach for you, slipping through the smallest of cracks. There's no escape.
Reason two: who said anything about Slender Man going bump only in the night?
What's that behind you?
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Last Message
I sit here, writing this, on what is probably the last day of my life. I'm going to make the most of it, and try to relax in the sun. I just wish I didn't have to spend it alone. But that can't be helped. It's not safe to be around me. For if you were to witness my death, you would be next. She's relentless. They say that she has to knock 28 time on every door and window between you and her. But I don't want to prolong the inevitable. It would only make it worse. I've accepted my fate. I'm going to die, and soon. Any minute now. I heard her kill a telemarketer over the phone. She knows I witnessed it. They say she has unnatural powers. She could be here anytime now. There's nothing I can do. Which is why I told no one about this; they would either try to stop her, or want to stay with me. I don't want anyone else t-
WITNESS
WITNESS
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Follow
Yo, people, follow this shit. So I don't have to keep manually adding this stuff to facebook. And it looks kinda lame, me being the only follower.
DO IT
You know you want to.
DO IT
You know you want to.
Help?
So, I have the ending to a story all sorted out, but I can't think of a reason for the character to be itching. Ideas would be appreciated.
Here's the ending.
... You awaken, panting heavily. A sigh of relief escapes from your mouth. Just a bad dream. You lie back down, relieved.
Then, your back starts to itch...
Here's the ending.
... You awaken, panting heavily. A sigh of relief escapes from your mouth. Just a bad dream. You lie back down, relieved.
Then, your back starts to itch...
Sam's Fukuyama - not really creepy.
For those of you that live in Auckland, especially around Blockhouse Bay, you've probably seen this truck. I once saw it 5 times in one day. I see it EVERYWHERE. The same one. Same license plate. Hell, I've even seen it in Whangaparoa. So, here goes.
You are walking down to the town centre, to meet with your mates. It's a beautiful day, bright and sunny. As you walk down the street, you get the feeling someone's watching you. You shrug the feeling off, thinking "Who cares?"
There's a steady flow of traffic on the road, typical for a day like this, near the end of school holidays. Families are going out to parks and beaches, and various trucks and vans emblazoned with logos pass by. The area you live in is reasonably multi-cultural, and the trucks are labelled with things like 'Tegel's Chicken' to 'Sam's Fukuyama' Noticing these things is a regular habit for you, you don't know why, but you don't particularly care why. It does no harm.
You meet your mates, and you decide to get lunch and sit in the park. On the way, you notice the 'Sam's Fukuyama' truck and point it out to your mates, laughing at the name. They look at you bizarrely; it must have just turned around the corner. You forget all about this over the course of the day.
On the way home, you see the truck again. It seems to slow down as it passes you, but that's probably just your imagination. However, seeing the same truck three times in one day is unusual, as trucks usually just pass through your area. So when you get home, you decide to figure out what 'Sam's Fukuyama' is. Strangely enough, there's no listing for it in the Yellow Pages. Confused, you do a quick google search, but to no avail. Nothing. Searching 'Fukuyama' however, brings up nothing apart from a news article a couple of years old, about an escapee from an insane asylum.
You hear the slamming of a car door.
You look out your window.
It's Sam Fukuyama.
You are walking down to the town centre, to meet with your mates. It's a beautiful day, bright and sunny. As you walk down the street, you get the feeling someone's watching you. You shrug the feeling off, thinking "Who cares?"
There's a steady flow of traffic on the road, typical for a day like this, near the end of school holidays. Families are going out to parks and beaches, and various trucks and vans emblazoned with logos pass by. The area you live in is reasonably multi-cultural, and the trucks are labelled with things like 'Tegel's Chicken' to 'Sam's Fukuyama' Noticing these things is a regular habit for you, you don't know why, but you don't particularly care why. It does no harm.
You meet your mates, and you decide to get lunch and sit in the park. On the way, you notice the 'Sam's Fukuyama' truck and point it out to your mates, laughing at the name. They look at you bizarrely; it must have just turned around the corner. You forget all about this over the course of the day.
On the way home, you see the truck again. It seems to slow down as it passes you, but that's probably just your imagination. However, seeing the same truck three times in one day is unusual, as trucks usually just pass through your area. So when you get home, you decide to figure out what 'Sam's Fukuyama' is. Strangely enough, there's no listing for it in the Yellow Pages. Confused, you do a quick google search, but to no avail. Nothing. Searching 'Fukuyama' however, brings up nothing apart from a news article a couple of years old, about an escapee from an insane asylum.
You hear the slamming of a car door.
You look out your window.
It's Sam Fukuyama.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Meurto blanco
This is based on the Meurto blanco/white girl/white death story, if you haven't read it you probably won't get this one.
Here's the original (I think) : Meurto blanco
Footsteps.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps when it should be quiet. There's no one in the house. I'm home alone. At least, I think I'm home alone. But something has to be making those footsteps. They're getting closer. They're coming towards me.
Thud, thud.
Slowly, but surely, they're making their way down the hall towards my room. They're outside now. They've stopped. Right outside my door.
Knock.
Should I open it?
Knock.
Knock.
Whatever it is, it knows I'm here.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Perhaps it can't come in.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
All those myths about beings who can't come in unless they're invited, perhaps there's some truth to them.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
That's it, it can't get in.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I'm safe as long as I don't open the door.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The door's opening... Oh fu-
WITNESS
Here's the original (I think) : Meurto blanco
Footsteps.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps when it should be quiet. There's no one in the house. I'm home alone. At least, I think I'm home alone. But something has to be making those footsteps. They're getting closer. They're coming towards me.
Thud, thud.
Slowly, but surely, they're making their way down the hall towards my room. They're outside now. They've stopped. Right outside my door.
Knock.
Should I open it?
Knock.
Knock.
Whatever it is, it knows I'm here.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Perhaps it can't come in.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
All those myths about beings who can't come in unless they're invited, perhaps there's some truth to them.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
That's it, it can't get in.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I'm safe as long as I don't open the door.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The door's opening... Oh fu-
WITNESS
Slenderman
Here's my attempt at a Slenderman story.
Here's the Slenderman legend: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Slender+Man
And here's my story.
It'll start as flashes of movement in your peripheral vison. Easily explained. An animal, car, someone walking by, anything. But then, it'll start to happen when you're alone, and this is harder to explain. But there's still plenty of viable explanations. Slowly, these falshes of movement will last longer, as if whatever it is cares lees about you noticing it. But, of course, it's nothing. Just a shadow, is all.
But soon, these visions will not only be visible in the peripherals. You will catch glimpses of movement right in front of you, on a wall, the floor, or even as something solid. Slightly creeped out, you try to find out what might be causing this. Perhaps ther's a scientific explanation for all this. Maybe it's a shadow person. But, during your various google searches, you find an urban legend about a being called Slenderman. You dismiss it as something fictional, created on some forum. But there have been reported sightings. Nah, it's fictional. It doesn't exist. Nothing to be afraid of. Bad idea.
After this, it just gets worse. You start to see him everywhere. Hiding amongst trees and buildings, following you, stalking you.
Until, one night, you are closing your window before going to bed. He is there. You see him. He is no longer hiding. There he is, standing outside your bedroom window, peering in. All thoughts of a prank go out of your head as you realise that this window is on the second floor. You freeze, staring into his dark, dark eyes. His arms extend to an unatural length, sliding towards you, into your room. Suddenly, you snap. You have to get out. You spin around, and rush out of your room. You go into the lounge and turn all the lights on, but to no avail. The tendrils are slithering towars you. There's no escape. You're cornered. You curl up, shivering. Then you feel a cool tendril curling around your neck.
Goodbye.
Here's the Slenderman legend: http://www.mythicalcreaturesguide.com/page/Slender+Man
And here's my story.
It'll start as flashes of movement in your peripheral vison. Easily explained. An animal, car, someone walking by, anything. But then, it'll start to happen when you're alone, and this is harder to explain. But there's still plenty of viable explanations. Slowly, these falshes of movement will last longer, as if whatever it is cares lees about you noticing it. But, of course, it's nothing. Just a shadow, is all.
But soon, these visions will not only be visible in the peripherals. You will catch glimpses of movement right in front of you, on a wall, the floor, or even as something solid. Slightly creeped out, you try to find out what might be causing this. Perhaps ther's a scientific explanation for all this. Maybe it's a shadow person. But, during your various google searches, you find an urban legend about a being called Slenderman. You dismiss it as something fictional, created on some forum. But there have been reported sightings. Nah, it's fictional. It doesn't exist. Nothing to be afraid of. Bad idea.
After this, it just gets worse. You start to see him everywhere. Hiding amongst trees and buildings, following you, stalking you.
Until, one night, you are closing your window before going to bed. He is there. You see him. He is no longer hiding. There he is, standing outside your bedroom window, peering in. All thoughts of a prank go out of your head as you realise that this window is on the second floor. You freeze, staring into his dark, dark eyes. His arms extend to an unatural length, sliding towards you, into your room. Suddenly, you snap. You have to get out. You spin around, and rush out of your room. You go into the lounge and turn all the lights on, but to no avail. The tendrils are slithering towars you. There's no escape. You're cornered. You curl up, shivering. Then you feel a cool tendril curling around your neck.
Goodbye.
Whistling
Based on trufax... kinda.
There it is again. A low whistling, almost like a howl. It comes with the wind, as if the wind was causing it. That's
what most people would think. Just the wind blowing across something. Like when you blow acress the top of a bottle.
But, you know better than most people. You know that this noise is too unatural to be created by the wind. It's eerie,
and sends a chill down your spine. You've lived your life to the fullest, but there's still more to come. You don't
want to die. But this noise is not a good sign. It means your time is almost up. It means they've found you. They've been roaming this earth for centuries now, waiting for someone to remember them. You see, they operate on memory. Memory, and as long as someone in the world remembers, they reamin here. Looking to add to their ranks. Their number has remained unchanged for decades now; no one has learnt of their existence. For only when you learn of them, do they become aware of you. Anytime after you become learn of them they will come for you. It could be weeks, months, or even years before they find you. But they will. Sometimes, it's almost instant. Even as you read this, they could be on their way. There are always signs. The eerie whistling, sudden winds, coldness, and most of all, paranoia. For these beings create paranoia. Paranoia is a sign of their presence.
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not there.
There it is again. A low whistling, almost like a howl. It comes with the wind, as if the wind was causing it. That's
what most people would think. Just the wind blowing across something. Like when you blow acress the top of a bottle.
But, you know better than most people. You know that this noise is too unatural to be created by the wind. It's eerie,
and sends a chill down your spine. You've lived your life to the fullest, but there's still more to come. You don't
want to die. But this noise is not a good sign. It means your time is almost up. It means they've found you. They've been roaming this earth for centuries now, waiting for someone to remember them. You see, they operate on memory. Memory, and as long as someone in the world remembers, they reamin here. Looking to add to their ranks. Their number has remained unchanged for decades now; no one has learnt of their existence. For only when you learn of them, do they become aware of you. Anytime after you become learn of them they will come for you. It could be weeks, months, or even years before they find you. But they will. Sometimes, it's almost instant. Even as you read this, they could be on their way. There are always signs. The eerie whistling, sudden winds, coldness, and most of all, paranoia. For these beings create paranoia. Paranoia is a sign of their presence.
Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not there.
Can't sleep?
I can't sleep. This is terrible. It's 2am. I have an important meeting tomorrow. I need to sleep. But I can't, not with it sitting there, staring. That's all it ever does. Stare. It's unsettling. I don't know why it's here. I don't like people staring at me, but this gruesome thing, it's terrible. I tried staring back at it once. It stood up, crawled over to me, and snarled in my face, exposing rows of teeth, with strands of rotting flesh in between them. Ever since I've layed with my back to it. But I can feel it's glare. It's been slowly getting closer over the past few weeks. Tonight, I can feel it's breath on my neck, and hear it whispering. Whispering terrible, terrible things. Tomorrow, it'll be close enough to touch me. I'm dreading tomorrow night. But there's nothing I can do. Apart from warn everyone I know. When it's done with me, it'll move on to someone else. I say warn, but that's a lie. There's nothing you can do to stop it. By telling you all this, I've only made it worse for you.
Good luck.
You're going to need it.
Good luck.
You're going to need it.
Monday, January 25, 2010
A weird one.
I have walked through many wonders of this world, all throughout time. I have seen it all.
Or so I thought. For I have discovered you. There is nothing on this planet at any time more beautiful than your face, when contorted in a scream only achievable through the utmost terror. I have found a reason to stay in this world. For there is nothing in Hell comparable to this. In this, there are many lifetimes of entertainment. Yes, many lifetimes. For I shall keep you with me beyond your pitiful lifetime. Unknowingly, you shall be my plaything for millennia. You will, of course, die, as all you pitiful humans do. But I shall give you the gift of reincarnation. Well, it's a gift in my eternal eyes. A gift to myself. You shall go about your day-to-day life in a state of total paranoia. There shall be no escape, I will follow you everywhere. If you tell anyone about the terrible creature that has been following you, torturing you, they will put you in a nice, soft, quiet room. Well, it would be quiet if it weren't for your screams. For in that room, you and I would be alone.
I will enjoy your many suicides. It'll be a nice break, watching you torture and kill yourself. Because, of course, dying is no escape. The only outcome of death for you is a nice, fresh, new body, and total ignorance. A fresh start for me...
You'd better try get some sleep. You have a long day ahead of you.
Not that I'll let you sleep, of course.
Or so I thought. For I have discovered you. There is nothing on this planet at any time more beautiful than your face, when contorted in a scream only achievable through the utmost terror. I have found a reason to stay in this world. For there is nothing in Hell comparable to this. In this, there are many lifetimes of entertainment. Yes, many lifetimes. For I shall keep you with me beyond your pitiful lifetime. Unknowingly, you shall be my plaything for millennia. You will, of course, die, as all you pitiful humans do. But I shall give you the gift of reincarnation. Well, it's a gift in my eternal eyes. A gift to myself. You shall go about your day-to-day life in a state of total paranoia. There shall be no escape, I will follow you everywhere. If you tell anyone about the terrible creature that has been following you, torturing you, they will put you in a nice, soft, quiet room. Well, it would be quiet if it weren't for your screams. For in that room, you and I would be alone.
I will enjoy your many suicides. It'll be a nice break, watching you torture and kill yourself. Because, of course, dying is no escape. The only outcome of death for you is a nice, fresh, new body, and total ignorance. A fresh start for me...
You'd better try get some sleep. You have a long day ahead of you.
Not that I'll let you sleep, of course.
And Another...
I spent pretty much all of last night writing stories like these. Enjoy.
You might want to turn around. Concentrating solely on a computer screen isn't very safe, you know. You never know what might happen. Anything could sneak up behind you, and suprise you. Anything could rip your head from your neck, and gouge your eyes out in front of everyone around you. Anything could dismember you, disembowel you.
And that would ruin the fun for me...
You might want to turn around. Concentrating solely on a computer screen isn't very safe, you know. You never know what might happen. Anything could sneak up behind you, and suprise you. Anything could rip your head from your neck, and gouge your eyes out in front of everyone around you. Anything could dismember you, disembowel you.
And that would ruin the fun for me...
The First of Many
The first story to be published =D
You think you're safe during the day? Are you only afraid at night? When it's dark? Is daytime your escape from nightmares, from bogeymen and murderers, from the things out to get you?
Well, it shouldn't be. Just because it's light doesn't mean you're safe. Yes, there are the few of us who are able to brave the daylight. I can see you. Watching those videos, reading those stories you didn't want to in the dark. In fact, some of us are like you humans. For some of us, the day is our time. Some of us prefer it to the night. Do you want to know why?
It's because during the day, you're not expecting it.
You think you're safe during the day? Are you only afraid at night? When it's dark? Is daytime your escape from nightmares, from bogeymen and murderers, from the things out to get you?
Well, it shouldn't be. Just because it's light doesn't mean you're safe. Yes, there are the few of us who are able to brave the daylight. I can see you. Watching those videos, reading those stories you didn't want to in the dark. In fact, some of us are like you humans. For some of us, the day is our time. Some of us prefer it to the night. Do you want to know why?
It's because during the day, you're not expecting it.
Welcome
Huh. I have a blog. Go figure.
Anyway, this will be filled up with whatever. Be it song lyrics I've written, stories, or even poetry, you'll find it here. Along with anything else I may decide to post, fictional or not.
Enjoy,
Ashm
Anyway, this will be filled up with whatever. Be it song lyrics I've written, stories, or even poetry, you'll find it here. Along with anything else I may decide to post, fictional or not.
Enjoy,
Ashm
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