August 17, 2025 • 57 mins
- That crazy introductory piece... aka through the wire 01:19
- My Dead Girlfriend Keeps Messaging Me On #Facebook w/ Vlad The Inhaler 10:56
- Sweet Nightmares 12:10
- The Holders Series Pt.2 32:42
Artable terror for wonderful people and wonderful terror for artable people.
Hosted by Jason Nevermind.
This episode's guest person: Vlad The Inhailer
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Speaker 1 (00:07):
The sun has said, the lights are low, the candles
are lit, and so is the host. It is now
time for the Creepy Podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:31):
Twilight was originally fan fiction. Greetings and salutations, creepy people.
This is your host, Jason nevermind. I am fresh off
of oral surgery, so I decided to make a whole
new episode a week early.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
I don't know if I'm actually gonna post it a.
Speaker 2 (00:52):
Week early, but.
Speaker 1 (00:55):
I am loopy. Oh boy, let's just do this because
I'm on board. Let's go, Let's welcome. Hold on, let's
do it right. They'll come to the gree Podcast. I'm
counting on you to listen.
Speaker 3 (01:20):
The Creepy Podcast episode. Send story, New Mirror. No, my
dead girl friend keeps messaging me on Facebook. Read by
Vlad v and Ylor give it a creepy people in
the hires for blad in Ylor work.
Speaker 4 (01:41):
I feel like my attention span is short right now,
so that's why I'm going for some simplicity. And with
that said, this paste is called. This paster is called
(02:02):
I'm so glad we didn't have Facebook and all this
snapchat and tender and stuff when I was in school.
Oh good lord, Okay, this paste is called my dead
girlfriend keeps messaging me on Facebook. My girlfriend Emily died
on August seventh of twenty twelve. I just perceived another
(02:24):
message Comma, and it's worse than the others. She was
involved in a three car crash driving home from work
when someone ran a red light. She was dead within
minutes at the scene. We had been dating for five
years at that point. She wasn't big on the idea
of maw, which it felt archaic, she said, gave her
(02:45):
a weird vibe. But if she had been I would
have married her within three months of our relationship. Okay,
all right, calm down, Millennial. How many kids would you have?
Two point seven?
Speaker 1 (02:57):
All right?
Speaker 4 (02:58):
She was vibrant, the kind of girl that would choose
dare every time. She's like, yeah, I don't care, bring
the dog, bring the dog in here, I'll do that.
Yeah Instagram at Snapchat that, Yeah, where's the peanut butter.
She was vibrant, the kind of girl that would choose
dare every time. She was happy when campaign, but a
(03:20):
total technofile too. Oh god, what she did in my computer.
It's all slimy. She always smelled like cinnamon, like cinnamon toast.
Speaker 1 (03:28):
Crunch sin.
Speaker 4 (03:32):
What a good defender. I didn't hurt the britty cindamot.
That being said she wasn't perfect. Really, I don't know.
She smells like cinnamon. That's about as good as you
can get, really, because most relationships are based on smell.
So if you get someone that smells good, you're really
doing well. That's that's really the long and short of relationships.
(03:55):
Can you stand the way they smell? That being said
she wasn't perfect. She always said something along the lines of,
if I cark it first, don't just say good things
about me. I never liked that. If you don't pay
me out, you're doing a disservice. I've got so many flaws, comma,
and that's just another part of me. So what if
(04:19):
I cark it first? Is that like kind of like saying,
for if I become a carcass possibly, uh, don't just
pay me out. If you don't pay me out, you're
doing me a disservice. I okay, I get the general gist,
but okay, the language, oh is really confusing. Oh no,
(04:44):
so this is for em. The music she says she
liked and the music she actually liked were very different.
Airing out her dirty linens. Are you? Oh? She would
have liked that. Her idea of affection was a side hug.
He had really long toes, like a chimpanze. I know
that's ten genteel, but I don't feel right without you
(05:08):
having an idea of what she was like. Emma had
been dead for approaching thirteen months when she first massaged me. Okay,
there's like weird screenshot and messages. Emily, You're not a
plaque in the wall. That gives me more closure even
fuckword nerds. I'm still finding your hair ties everywhere, and
(05:28):
your bobby pins. I'm actually finally sure they're breathing. Some
of them still love hair. Who is this? It's really
weird receiving messages from Emily's account. Okay, well, well the futures.
Please send messages from your account, even if you want
to discuss her page. Hello, Susan, you're on Emily's account.
This is when it began. I had left Emily's Facebook
account activated so I could send her the occasional massage
(05:49):
post on her wall, go through her pictures and her
dresser drawers, her diaries, wear her clothing to dinner with
her parents. It fell too final and too un Emily
to memorialize it. I share access with her mother, Susan,
meaning her mother has her logging and password and has
spent a total of three minutes on the accounter total
(06:10):
on a computer. After a little confusion, I thought it
was her. Let's hit up blank rail this Saturday. Who
the is this? The wheels on the bus?
Speaker 1 (06:22):
Pause?
Speaker 4 (06:22):
Tell me who you are? This makes no freaking sense.
What's going on here?
Speaker 5 (06:29):
Ah?
Speaker 4 (06:29):
You done millennials and you're weird slang. You're deeper than
E forty At this point, I don't understand what you're saying. Really,
I had received confirmation from Susan that she hadn't been
on EM's profile since the week of her death. Em
knew a lot of people, so I thought it was
one of her tech savvy friends fucking with me in
the worst possible way. And then you got a picture
of someone with their face blacked out, and another picture
(06:51):
of someone their face blacked out, And around February twenty fourteen, okay,
this is a couple of years later, Emily started tagging
herself in my photos. Well that's weird, because isn't Emily dead?
Speaker 5 (07:06):
Weird?
Speaker 1 (07:08):
Awkward? Emily's dead. Do do do do?
Speaker 4 (07:14):
She's fucking dead. Around February twenty fourteen, Emily started tagging
herself in my photos. I would get notifications for them,
but they'd normally be removed by the time I got
to the picture. The first time I actually caught one,
(07:35):
it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Ooh,
that's a terrible photo, if it makes you feel like that.
I've got screenshots of two from April and June. These
are the only ones I've been able to catch, so
they're a little bit out of the timeline I'm trying
to write out. Around this time, I began to lose sleep.
I was too angry to sleep. Ooh, yes, I feel
(07:55):
a kinshift. I totally understand that. I just wake up,
gone right.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
I like to burn.
Speaker 4 (08:10):
I was too angry to sleep. She would tag herself
in random photos every couple of weeks. The friends who
noticed it thought it was some fucked up bug I
found out recently. There have been friends who have noticed
and didn't say anything about it. Some of them even
removed me from their Facebook friends list. At this point,
(08:34):
you may be wondering, why didn't you just kill your
Facebook profile?
Speaker 5 (08:39):
Oh?
Speaker 4 (08:39):
Really? Come on, you can't do that anymore. That's like
basically being reborn. You have to relearn society if you
start a new Facebook page. Come on, come on, really,
it's like erasing your past. At this point, Facebook is life.
You don't exist outside of Facebook. People that aren't on Facebook,
I don't talk to them. Kind of a dumb question.
(09:01):
Is that millennial? For real? Seriously, you're dealing in a
fantasy world. Is this really like a forty five year
old writing this under the guise of being a millennial,
because that really a millennial would not write that. Right
At this point, you may be wondering, why didn't you
just kill your Facebook profile? I almost wish I did.
I did for a little while. I held it down
(09:25):
and killed it for a while. But you know, on
days when I can't get out there, it's nice to
have friends to sea hats with. It's nice visiting Emma's
page when the little green dot isn't next to her name.
I was already socially reclusive when em was alive. Her
death turned me into something pretty close to a hermit,
and Facebook and MMOs are were my only real social outlets.
(09:52):
I sent what I assumed was EM's hacker a message,
why are you doing this? Well?
Speaker 1 (09:58):
You keep tagging her?
Speaker 4 (09:59):
On March twenty fifth, I got an answer, hello, Hello, Hello,
This is actually devastating. I don't know why you enjoyed
doing this. OMG, cinnamon scented candles?
Speaker 1 (10:08):
Who too? Who?
Speaker 4 (10:09):
Why are you doing this? It wasn't until months after
going through these chats that I discovered that she was
recycling my own words as well. My response seems kind
of lackluster. Here I was intentionally providing her him with
emotional bait. The cat and mouse play comes out. Now
(10:31):
I'm in the closet. Now I'm in the closet too.
I really appreciate that they went through the trouble of
making all these screenshots, but it's making the flow really
hard to read, and honestly, I don't really give a
flying fig anymore. Your girlfriend's dead, Okay, I get it.
Where are we going with this? Let's just skip ahead?
Speaker 1 (10:57):
Okay?
Speaker 5 (10:58):
No?
Speaker 1 (10:59):
Really cool?
Speaker 4 (11:01):
What I don't know what's happening? Cold freezing? What she
was an a meat locker? Your girlfriend was cold, affectionately
and she froze to death. That's what I'm getting from this.
So okay, that's creepy and poignant. I am I can't
do this one anymore.
Speaker 1 (11:19):
I'm sorry.
Speaker 4 (11:21):
I'm just gonna read a couple of these reviews here
and we'll just see if I'm the only one. Okay,
now I'm scared. Hey, this is a really scary one. OMG,
I mean I translated to show on the German creepy
pasta wikia. Oh the gentleman, Yes, holy crap has creepy.
The kindie was kind of have a good story. It
(11:41):
wasn't much of a twist ending. The weirdest thing was
that to till it pretty much told everything. Oh look
at this. The human brain stars over fifty petrobytes of data.
One petro byte is one thousand terabytes, So a data ghost.
And yes, I know this story isn't real. Will possible
would be a terrible ending. Something so ridiculous as a
(12:04):
real ghost would make more sense than a creepy paste.
Still a good story, though, seven out of ten.
Speaker 5 (12:16):
The Creepy Podcast, Episode seventh story June Sweet night, emres
sweet sweet night, and theres these dreams will see you
and I close my eyes. You are sleeping. You do
not want to believe you are sleeping.
Speaker 1 (12:36):
And we're rolling sweet nightmares. It starts with syn ellipsis right,
the three periods, the three dots. Okay, so that's how
it starts. It is three o'clock in the morning. It
has been one of those days, you know, the kind
(12:57):
when nothing seems to go right, Comma, and nobody seems
to be in a good mood. Period. Of course, you
would wake up at three in the morning. You jolt
a wake not sitting up right, rather contorted in an
odd little fetal position. You might think that it was
because you were cold, hyphen The heat must not be
(13:18):
ond period, of course, the heat wouldn't be on you
toss and turn, but there is nothing comfortable about this
once hyphen satisfying bed and on which you rest. Period.
Each time you turn, you feel another not creep up
in your back, each muscle flaring and spazzing in its
own little rebellity and against your body. You try rolling
(13:42):
over on your still much. It would be a relief,
except for the fact that you have to crane your
neck to one side in order to breathe. You turn
yourself onto your right side, facing your wall. Comma, and
you just try and mindlessly explore how black the darkness
you cannot see your wall, though it might have been
(14:05):
only a foot from your head. It's funny, the darkness
when you open and close your eyes is almost the same.
That's when it hits you. As soon as you close
your eyes, the images come flooding back. You had been
having a nightmare hyphen one of the kinds where you
can literally feel comma, or in your case, comma, smell comma,
(14:27):
what is happening to you? Period? There wasn't too big
of a deal. A man, dark man, man in ragged
clothing had come into your room. He'd been breathing on you.
His breath smelled like burnt popcorn and black licorice. As
odd as it may have been, he reminded you of
a man you once saw it a carnival hyphen. You know,
the one period He just stared, just stared with his
(14:52):
gray eyes, period and black mouth, period and dripping he period,
new paragraph at you, period, new paragraph. A shiver goes
(15:12):
down your spine. It was almost as if it were
a memory, but that would be impossible. Right Even now,
your overactive imagination conjures up the stench of burnt popcorn
and black liquorice comma, and you can almost hear the
carnival man's wheezing breath set your ear. You stare intently
(15:37):
at the wall, engaged in a battle of wills with yourself.
You're smarter than that hyphen. There is nobody in your
room except for you. Of course you should turn around
and prove that. But there is always the chance, even
the slightest occasion, that you could be right about what. See. Now,
I'm confused because he just said there's nobody in your room.
(16:00):
So then you're right about there's nobody in your room? Right,
So then everything's okay? Is that you fling your head
away from the wall and examine the looming darkness closely.
It is still thick, it is still cold, But no
decrepit man breathing down your shoulder. That's good because that
guy's breath stinks like burnt popcorn and licorice. Where do
(16:23):
you pull that from? Which uncle's breath smells like burnt
popcorn and black licorish? Oh god, no gray eyed carne
reaching out to caress your head as you lay there?
Is that a okay? It's a period. It looks like
a comma because okay, the next thing is capitalized. No
(16:44):
gray eyed carne reaching out to caress your head as
you lay there, But there isn't much of anything. Your
fears only momentarily allaid. You spring out of bed to
dash for your light. Hyphen switch. Hyphen that magic, a
majestic device which eradicate it's all imagined evils. Click nothing.
(17:05):
You can feel your eyes get wider as you frantically
flick the switch back and forth. But there is no electricity,
no power. You are powerless against him, against that old
man who has just crept up behind you, Oh, black liquorice.
(17:28):
You whirl around and find nothing but darkness. Hello, You
whirl around again nothing. You think that you can hear
him breathing down your neck, Comma, and you might even
be able to feel his moist breath upon your collar.
Frantically you fight, You flail your arms around you, making
(17:48):
sure that if there were any solid object in your path,
you would indeed knock it unconscious before I could do
the same to you. Black whew, you hit something. It
was the wall. Your hand stings, comma, and you clutch
it in the other, cursing slightly, mothering that pain brings
it with the pain brings with it. Rationale, Are you
(18:12):
honestly up at three o'clock in the morning, ransacking your
room for some figment of your imagination. You sure are
silly meth math math math math math math myth myth.
Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness hyphen even if
your mind hasn't hyphened, And you dig through your room
to find that old flashlight. It works, it's been a
long time since the senior. All flashlight sure are bright.
(18:34):
Finally you can see for yourself that there is nothing
and nobody in your room. You can see your own
breath by the light comma, and you realize that the
heat and the electricity truly are not working tonight. Well,
you're already up and about, so you go towards the
fuse box to see if anything blue. Nothing. Everything looks
(18:54):
to be in perfect order as far as you can tell.
You know, because you're an electrician. You go through the
house trying switches left and right, hit and switches y'all,
but none of them work. Yo. You, being a smart
and independent individual, do not call anyone to come and
have a look at your sorry state of freezing affairs.
Must be a Christian scientist, but you do take a
(19:17):
few looks at your doors. They were all locked except
for one, the back door. It was unlocked, but nobody
had come in, right, you were sure of that Almost
that door would have made such a terrific screech as
(19:37):
if it's cheap plastic bottom scraped along your floors that
I just keep thinking about that cheap plastic bottom scraping
along your floors. It would have woken the dead. Nobody
could have come in. You make sure that it is
locked before you go back to bed. Having scattered out
(19:58):
your house, and you're nearly impregged and a bowl defence's hyphen.
Those dead bolt locks hyphen. You return to your bedroom, Comma,
grabbing a few extra blankets and a lit candle as
you go. You pile into your bed, the candle safely
on your desk in the corner. Your eyes have ceased
to be accustomed to the darkness, Comma, and so you
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are right back to square one, though much less frantic
this time. Just to look your day was awful, Comma,
you're a night hyphen. In morning, Comma, you would probably
say semi colon. You're a little anal hyphen retentive about specifics.
Hyphen have proven to be just as bad period. Why
is it that the early hours of the day are
(20:42):
so startling everything seems to just come alive around Then
your mind plays trick Sonia wa man your eyes too.
You thought you saw a shadow moving ever so slightly
in the candle's light. But you're alone. While you were up,
you made sure to check the You locked them all
right left. Nobody could get in, Comma, and even if
(21:07):
he were going to try, he would have to make
a great big noise doing so, like the sound of
an elephant falling off of a building. Nobody could get
in Comma, and even if he were going to try,
he would have to make a great big noise doing so.
You could see him coming a mile away, of course
(21:27):
you could. But if nobody could get in, that means
nobody can get out. What if he had come earlier,
then you better get the lights on so you don't
slip in something, slip, slip in, slide. You hadn't locked
that back door all the way. Oh perhaps he had
come in and sat in your closet, just waiting to
poop out, Oh, just waiting to pop out and strangle
(21:48):
to Oh god, this is a great sentence. I like
this one. Let's go back. You hadn't locked the back
door all the way. Perhaps he had come in and
sat in your closet just waiting to pop out and
strangle you to death. Okay, Okay, that's it's not me.
Hold on a second. Perhaps he had come in and
(22:09):
sat in your closet, just waiting to pop out and
strangle you to death like tou Saw in that movie
A hile ago. You two death like Tusaw in that
movie a while ago. Period, And if he was already
in the house dot dot dot, that means that you
just locked him in period with you no period, no period.
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Do not focus on that period. That was a nightmare
period period period right, question mark. You had just looked
all around your house, though not inside the closets and cupboards.
Hyphen Only paranoid people do that, Comma, and you're definitely
not paranoid. Focus on the good things, like the fact
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that the heat is apparently kicked in. A warm breeze
loads over your neck, accompanied by a frigid blast, but
your heater is on the floor on the other side
of the room. You turn over Comma, and as you
shine your trusty flashlight, you turn over Comma, and as
(23:17):
you shine, you turn over Comma, and as you shine
your trusty flashlight around the room, you can understand just
what that shadow was. Your curtains are blowing in the
night's wind. You didn't notice it before. You were too
busy trying to find that licorice hyphen mouthed man. That
(23:39):
means your window is open, the first floor window. You
jump out of bed and hurriedly close that window, too
quickly to notice that the screen has been ripped off.
The heat must be on. It's on the street. You
can hear it, light humming, It's vaporous aspiration. It must
(24:01):
have been on this entire time. The cold air must
have canceled it out. But that isn't the heater. It
it was me. Don't look behind you, Sweet dreams. Categories Dreams, Forward, Slash.
Speaker 3 (24:20):
Sleep The Creepy Podcast. Every episode seven story Free, Holy
Poop and Crappy, and Jason is delirious from having a
toothbild He's back to the Holder series story Car. This
(24:43):
is not going to layer end.
Speaker 1 (24:47):
Well, here we are again because I love it so
because I couldn't stay away. I had oral surgery yesterday
and feeling very loopy, which is why I am continuing
on with my quest to read all five hundred and
thirty eight installments of the Holders series. Last time I
(25:10):
got through the first five. I actually already recorded this,
but then I deleted it because I make great decisions.
So here I go again, desha vu the Holders series.
But we're gonna do a little review because I need
a better refresher here. So the first one is the
Holder of the End, and he's got something in his hands,
(25:33):
and that's the object. Okay, So you've got something in
this guy's hands. And then the next one is the
Holder at the beginning. That's the dead Woman. Okay. So yeah,
I got the thing, the dead Woman. And the Holder
of eternity scalpel. Oh yeah, I have the scalpel that'll
actually come in very handy later because again I already
(25:53):
read these, so I know it's coming a tattoo, okay.
And then what's the last one, The Holder of a Light?
Oh yes, the Doe, the creepy guy with the stinky
eyeholes that puts his eye in your hand, his eyeballs
in your hand. Okay. So now we're at the Holder
of Song. In any city, in any country, go to
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any mental institution or halfway house. You can get yourself too. Actually,
I recommend if you can plan ahead. There's a lot
of really nice mental institutions, a lot of really nice
mental There's a lot of really nice mental institutions out there,
you know, some some nice artwork and architecture and things
like that. It's worth it if you can plan ahead
(26:38):
to you know, go a couple hours early, walk around
because you're about to get into some heavy shit, so
you're gonna want to get nice and zen before you
start feeling the urge to tear off your own flesh
and poking your own eyes out and screaming deafening whatevers
and lugging around a dead lady. But you know, anyone
you can get to is fine. They'll they'll all work, apparently.
That's that's the one thing about this series. It doesn't
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matter which one you go to. There's a door there
you'll find what you're looking for. So in any city,
any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls herself the Holder of Song.
You will then be guided to a long staircase that
spirals higher than the building stands at the stairs summit
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is a door. So you're basically standing on top of
this stairway that's hovering above a building and there's a
door there. Didn't notice that walking up, but all right.
As you open the door, a sudden wave of heat
will pour out from the hallway beyond it. Backdraft, Comma,
and wash over. You proceed down the hallway. As you walk,
the air around you will grow increasingly frigid. When you
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feel as if you are encased in ice, you must
stand perfectly still, remain silent, Comma and listen period. If comma.
After a few seconds past comma, you hear a baby crying,
Comma and run. I agree. I agree. No harm will
befollow you, but the infants cry will follow you wherever
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you go. That sounds terrible. If you hear it for
the rest of your life, count yourself lucky. If and
when it stops, your firstborn child will die. Well. I
don't have any kids, so I'm not worried about that.
If you do not hear a babies cry, wait for
the hallway to grow warm once more, Comma, and then
proceed to the door at its end period enter period.
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The room beyond will be a wash in green light.
At its center will be an old woman turning the
handle of a silent music box. Seems a bit pointless.
Her legs have both been severed at the knees. This
is twisted. When you speak to her, you must look
her in the eyes. She hides a spear fashioned from
the bones of her legs. Break eye contact comments, she
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will impale you with it and leave you to bleed
to death seemingly an unending agony. That's terrible.
Speaker 4 (28:59):
Please stop stuck with your leg bones out agony, agony,
egg bone agony.
Speaker 1 (29:06):
She will respond to only one question, what was the
song they used to play? The old woman will begin
to sing in a language not to this world. Her
melody will be the most beautiful one you've ever heard,
bringing peace and serenity to your mom, body and soul.
You will find yourself vividly imagining a band of carefree
children playing and singing innocent as can be, and within
(29:29):
minutes the scene will eventually take a horribly sinister turn.
The children will begin to fight each other comma, and
their conflict will quickly escalate to the most brutal, lethal
violence you can conceive of. Yeah, sounds like a recess.
They will impale each other on wooden poles, yeah, a recess,
disembowl each other with sharp rocks comma, and even rip
(29:52):
flesh from bone with their bare hands. Oh see they
have bare hands. See that makes a lot easier to
rip flesh from the bone when you have bare hands.
It's the clause you will witness these children now merely
tatter doppelgangers of themselves, spreading death and destruction more horrific
than you could ever imagine on your own. You would
need at least five or six other people to help
(30:13):
you imagine the destruction and death and horrificness. You will
see a naked boy drenched in blood, singing with delight
as he runs through a hellish waste land, pursued by
unspeakable monsters. They will overtake him and utterly destroy whom
the song is still issuing forth from his shredded lips,
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All the while, shredded lips tasty, cereal, yet inexplicably, You
will remain calm and peaceful even as you watch this
unspeakable brutality. When these horrific visions end, an intense pain
will stab at your chest. Your heart will feel like
it is about to explode. Do not let the agony
(30:55):
break your focus. Do not break eye contact with this
old woman lest you invite the Fate's so horrible that
an exploding heart seems lovely by comparison, how do I
get myself into the most horrible things ever? Oh, it's
gonna it's better than this. I'll melt your face, but
that'd be way better than what could be happening to you.
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If you remain steadfast in your gaze, the pain will
eventually cease. The woman will stand up. Isn't she missing
her legs from the knees down? The woman will stand up,
though with your eyes still focused on hers, you will
not know how, and place the music box in your hands.
The music box is object six of five point thirty eight.
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When its song plays again, they will all come together.
Kinky Okay, So I got a dude's eyeball and a
dead lady, and oh no, I have a music box
that doesn't work. The holder oh the past. In any city,
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in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of
the path. The worker there will try his best to
keep a look of indifference on his face while handing
you a key, which, as he will explain, belongs to
an unused supply closet in the building. Oh no, meet
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me in the supply closet in five minutes. I'll juge
you there. It's very cozy, if only it were that
simpol Upon locating and unlocking the correct door, you will
find yourself staring out onto a narrow, winding road, suspended
in an endless void, the site only occasionally obstructed by
the massive outlines of things best left undescribed. To fall
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off the path is to be thrown out of reality itself.
A nightmarish eternity of inconceivable horror awaits anyone who either
stumbles into the void by their own error or is
dragged off the path by the timeless monstrosities that reside
on the outskirts of creation. If you should ever feel
as if you are being watched while traveling through this
piece of oblivion, the best chance you have is to
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immediately freeze in place and hold your breath. Continue to
do so until your audience either loses interest or moves
in to claim you. If the latter should occur. Feel
free to scream as hard as you want, though your
screams will fall on deaf ears. That's terrible. Go ahead
and scream, though it's okay. At the end of the
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path lies a door that leads to a small, dirt
caked room, Oh dirt cake moon. Propped up against the
room's far a wall is a heavily emaciated corpse. I
saw them opened for a ac and who was a
napalm destruction and props up against the room's far walls
a heavily emaciated corpse. What's left of his skin has
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long since blackened with necrosis. Approach it and ask one question. Here,
go talk to the dead, dude, how did they acquire
guard Ardians? In response to your query, the corpse will
begin to stir. A subtle red glow will emanate from
its eye sockets as it lifts its head and begins
to whisper thelong and Macab's story of the Holders. It
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will speak of unholy packs and unspeakable atrocities. Within time,
its tale will touch upon every form of evil known
to man or God, Comma, and a few forms that
neither can comprehend. It's a real mind fuck to he. Furthermore,
if told the title of any holder, the corpse will
reveal that holder's history and the meaning of the object
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that it protects. See that's handy, that's good. It's like
the holder app well, almost any holder. The holder of
the path will never go into detail about itself. This
is because the ghoul hopes that you will not question
why it seems to be lacking an object. Truth be told.
The ominous glow from within the ghul's eye sockets is
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actually the shining light of the object that was somehow
sealed inside of the skull. That is object seven shit
a five point thirty eight. Its holder will do anything
to keep you away from it. Yeah, all right, where's
my crowbar because I need it. Crack any crack nor
track a lacca. Give you that shiny thing. It's adi
a skull the holder. Okay, what's next, the holder of wealth? Yeah,
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give it up, give it up, Holder of wealth. Aha,
this is a stick up Holder of wealth. In any city,
in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of wealth.
That worker will raise one eyebrow, as if puzzled by
(35:43):
her request. Spock ask a second time, Kama, and the
worker will shrug and take you across the street, where
an opulent mansion awaits. Wow, I just totally missed that.
I guess on the way here, huge opulent mansion. If
you are observed by nature, sure you may notice that
the mansion was not there when you started your quest. Okay,
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that makes sense. Its owner would rather you didn't think
about such things. That's creepy. Inside the front door will
lie a grand staircase spiraling up across the foyer. The
walls will be covered with fine paintings Comma, and a
large marble statue will rest on a pedestal by the
base of the stairs. The statue's eldritch features will evoke
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an image of a truly horrific beast, at once both
alien and Admire it all you want, but don't touch
it unless you wish to awaken this starved monster. I
don't suggest you do that. Because he's starving and you
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look delicious. He will cover you with cheese, hot cheese,
standing and burning your skin. Delicious. I'm the staircase as
long as you don't touch anything, you will be safe.
Don't panic. At the top of the stairs, you will
find a small wooden door. Its plain and unassuming appearance
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is a sharp contrast to its decade its surroundings. It
will open on its own for you, so long as
you're not afraid, be a fraidy cat or else. I'm
t goking open the door for you, okay oku. Past it,
you will see a man with a pointed goatee and short, cropped,
jelled hair standing behind a large mahogany desk. His suit
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is made of both human flesh and Italian silk. He
may speak Comma, and at great length he will talk
about his amazingly beautiful house and the lovely statue of
his concubine resting downstairs. Do not interrupt him Comma, and
do not answer any questions he may ask. So, I
was like talking to my dad when he has finished.
Steal yourself and confidently ask what the fuck do you
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get a suit made out a human flesh and at
time silk?
Speaker 4 (38:00):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (38:01):
Yeah, I need that special cut, you know. Yeah, I
knocked this guy over. He's got beautiful skinned. Always wonder
if you could kind of weave it in with the silk,
but I know you're probably got to do some kind
of a tanning process. I don't want this shirt to stink,
you know, but I don't want it to leathery either.
I want the breathable Italian you know silk, but obviously
human flesh like you know that Granama coon X shirts. Basically,
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when he is finished, steal yourself and confidently ask may
I have my salary? He will proceed to explain to
you in great detail the value of life. Oh, here
we go. He will talk of things worse than death
common and he will tell you exactly what he expects
you to do. The fabulous interior of the room will
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rots away, Comma, and the floor will turn from French
weep to facies Oh, I'm standing in poop.
Speaker 5 (38:52):
Now.
Speaker 1 (38:53):
The man's appearance will become cyclopic and unimaginably horrendous. See
there's there's like poop all over my old dead lady.
Now and he will fish out a small banknote from
the pockets of his human suit. He will fish out
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a small banknote from the pockets of his human suit, Comma,
and hand it to you. That note is object eight
of five hundred and thirty eight. Its holder is counting
on you to spend it. Let's talk about wait a minute,
let's talk about the poop floor first, because yeah, I've
you know, I could do a lot of stuff. I
can bash a corpse's head apart or stab a baby.
(39:34):
You know, I could potentially do these things. But I
got poop on a shoes. Man, I need new shoes. Now,
you owe me some new shoes. Where is the holder
of clean shoes without shit on them? That's what I'm
looking for. They better be next. Damn, it's the Holder
of wisdom need shoes. The feces is making it a
lot easier to drag this corpse lady. So that's cool.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental
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institution or halfway house. You can get yourself too. When
you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who
calls himself the Holder of Wisdom. The desk clerk will
chuckle and guide you to an empty room. They will
hand you a key and tell you to wait some
time in the room until you hear a bell ring.
When it rings, you have to lock the door through
which you entered, wait until a second ring comma, and
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unlock it. Once those instructions have been carried out, the
door will open all by itself and reveal a long
hallway with every conceivable color painted onto the walls, ceiling,
and floor. Oh, it's like walking down a rainbow. Follow
the hallway until you hear a little girl singing. Oh shit,
that's never ever good. It's never good in any type
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of scenario like this, to hear a little girl singing
not good. Stop, close your eyes, Comma, and stay where
you are until the girl finishes the song. If you
failed to remain perfectly still, run run back to the
door through which you came as fast as you can,
jump through the window of the room where you waited earlier, Comma,
and you might live. Might live. Should you be unable
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to reach the window in time, you will be dragged
back into the hallway by something that is definitely not
the little girl. You will be pulled by this horror
until time itself ends, forever feeling the pain of every
soul dragged to an early grave. If, on the other hand,
you manage to remain perfectly still until the song ceases.
(41:25):
Until the song ceases, you will be free to either
turn around and leave forever, or venture further into this
realm until the song ceases. If you prefer the latter
course of action, walk deeper into the hallway until you
reach a human shaped door. Okay, open it with the
same key that was given to you earlier. Step inside
kamba and close the door behind you. In the middle
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of the room, you will see a desk with a
bright candle. Behind the desk is a man whose face
is invisible behind the shine of the candle. Approach, but
always keep the flame between you and the man's face.
For a few witness what he looks like. Your gaze
will be fixed on his until your own hands have
removed every inch of skin from your bones. God, damn it,
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and the gouging eyes and the tearing skin.
Speaker 3 (42:18):
Stop.
Speaker 1 (42:18):
When you are five steps away from the desk, the
man will raise his hand and gesture you to come closer,
but do not step any further than this. Close your
eyes and ask him one question, who will bring them
back together? You will hear the man rise from his
chair and begin to pray in a language that you
will not understand. After two minutes, you will hear a name.
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If you hear Anubis, then you'd better utter your own prayers.
In the short time, you will have to do so.
But if it is Thor that's you hear, Thor your Thor,
I'm Thor Thor I'm the mighty Thor. But if it
is Thor you hear, then you may open your eyes.
You will see them hands severed head lying on his desk,
still speaking. Oh, it's like a chicken. After another three minutes,
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his prayer will cease, Comma, and he will tell you
how you will die. Great. He will describe every minute
detail of your horrible death, Comma, and you will be
unable to move or react while he explains your end. Lastly,
he will describe the one who will steal your life
away from you, Comma, and go into such detail as
to why it is necessary that you, yourself will question
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which would be worse, you being murdered or you being
allowed to continue to live, You being murdered, or you
being allowed to continue to check on to class A,
step on, to keep on trucking, to experience, to attempt,
to be allowed to continue to live. Eventually, the head
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will finish its ghastly tale. It is object. Fuck, I've
already got a dead body, and now I got an
object nine five and thirty eight It is up to
you what you do with a novel of your death.
For now it is inevitable. Great carve in feces, dragging
a dead body and a head and a head. Now
(44:08):
a body and a head that's like one in one
fifths people the holder of ambition. In any city, in
any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house
you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit a man who calls himself the Holder
of Ambition. The sound that escapes the mouth of the
worker will be so slight, comba, and betray so little
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reaction that at first you may not even be sure
your words were heard. All doubt will be settled when
they guide you towards a stairwell lit by many windows.
At the top of these stairs, the worker will leave
you to continue your journey alone. You will find yourself
standing at the beginning of an eerily calm hallway. Walk
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to the end. In all likelihood you will encounter a
shadow that moves along the wall. Do not follow it,
for it is the one thing that will lead you
to a place you do not wish to go, a
place filled with your silent fears and failures for which
you cannot return. No matter what shape the shadow takes Comma,
and no matter how it eases and taunts your dreams
with the greatest of your desires and hopes, do not
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even let it tempt your gaze. Protect your gaze. Don't
let it tempt your gaze. Let's alone your feet. If
you make it to the end of the hallway without
losing sight of your goal, you will find an open
door with no locks. That's terrible, dude. We got magels
and no locks. A doorway with no locks, bolts, or restraints.
(45:36):
So there's no locks, but there's no Michael boltons either,
and there's no restraints. It's okay. That's a decent trade off.
A soft light bathed the room in front of the opening.
This is your one and only chance to leave without
facing the holder of admission while collecting his object. If
that is the course of the action you wish to take,
then walk directly back the way you came, without attempting
to peek around or into other doors, lest you discover
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the seductive shadow hides what evil lurks in the hearts
of men. The seductive shadow knows beyond the doorway lies
a room bathed in an artificial light cast by high
windows that cover each wall's expanse. At the room center
stands a tall, healthy man, standing naked and looking out
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into the light. His body is covered in uncountable tattoos
and scars. Only his face is recognizable as unaltered human flesh.
He might be tempted to look where he looks in
search of the object of his focus, pel free, but
you will see nothing, Comma, and learn nothing. The man
will not react to anything other than the question what
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joins them together? When asked, he will turn to look
you in the eyes. Meet his gaze. But know that
if you are not prepared, if there is even the
slightest doubt of your intentions, then you will lose yourself
and his soulless eyes for an eternity. If, on the
other hand, your gaze is an honest one, then he
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will begin to speak in a low voice. His tone
will be a comical one, his tail told as if
they meant nothing at all. But you must not miss
a word, for this story is your preparation. Listen carefully
to his tail, Comma, and remember every detail. When the
man finishes speaking, he will bring his hands to his
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chest comma and remove the sutures from one of his
more noticeable scars. As the stitches come out, he will breed,
bleed ugh ugh. As the stitches come out, he will
bleed profusely and fatally. When the last of his sutures
have come out, he will offer them to you, uttering
his final words through his own gurgling blood. Choosing to
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seek leads to an inevitable, inevitable, and an inevitable. Choosing
to seek leads to an ind an inevitable fate. The
clump of sutures is object ten. How you use them
depends on what you hear. What I hear is this
squish of feces all over my shoes and this old
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dead person's arteries hardening. All right, let's try one more.
Let's see who we can go for one more. The
holder of life. Okay, maybe can read animate this old
dead lady, and she can walk in any city in
any country. Go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. Okay, think I've done this
(48:34):
enough times. This is my eleventh time. I think I
probably already have my go to halfway houses and mental
institutions at this time. Right, So we're good, I know
where to go. Okay. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of life.
The worker will try to suppress a groan and you
will have to ask again, hipster. He will then lead
you to an operating room that looks just like any
other you might or might not have seen in your life. Okay,
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there's potential for that. There might be times in your
life when you walk into a room that you may
or may not have walked into before. Okay, that's real.
Speaker 5 (49:09):
Right.
Speaker 1 (49:09):
The worker will give you a scalpel and then leave
you alone in the room, locking the door behind him.
That's not ominous. You will have to wait wait for
almost an hour. Fuck an hour, there's no Wi Fi
in here. Then the door will open and several people
will enter the room, including a pregnant woman. The woman
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will lie down on the operating table. The other people,
who will look like doctors. That's good, will prevaar everything
for the child's birth. While they do that, you will
be able to ask the woman one question, ask how
can they be reassembled? Say nothing else, or the doctors
will begin to skin and disassemble you. No, no, doctor,
(49:52):
stop disassembling me. No, disassemble number five. No, you will
be fully conscious while they do this. Oh they're Asshold okay,
I don't like where this is going. I just read
the last line. This one's getting this is this one's morbid. Okay,
stick with me. We're gonna get through these. I mean,
if you have to go take a shower and cry,
I will too. It's okay, it's okay to do that.
(50:12):
If you have asked the right question, the woman will
begin to scream. The child is about to be born.
You will have to wait until it's over.
Speaker 4 (50:20):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (50:21):
Really, we can't get this over with. Now you're gonna
have just have this baby coma and one of the
doctors will give you the child. Oh that's nice. Thank
you for the child moving his mouth but without sound
coming from his lips. Oh thanks for the broken baby,
great defective. As soon as he finishes talking and smiles,
you will have to throw the child to the ground
and ram the scalpel into its head, or else it
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will smash your rib cage and rip your heart out
with it. Human strength. All right, I guess I can't
really get hung up on too many things. If you're
gonna do this holders thing. So you know, smack any
smack on the ground is you know it's good thing
to have this scalpel handy in my hand. Now it's
in your head. You're a dead baby. Scalpel hole or no.
If you have thrown the child to the ground in time,
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it will, despite the scalpel in its head, answer the
question you have asked earlier. It will speak with a
demonic voice that might drag you bad. Is talking. The
other people in the room will vanish without leaving a trace.
After the child finishes talking, it will simply die in
the door of the room will unlock. Okay, that's goods nice,
You are enough free to go. Ok okay, if you
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have not been driven mad by the voice, I think
I'm all right. Oh the dead baby is object eleven
of five thirty eight. Dare you not remove the scalpel?
We're up to twelve here? This one seems promising. It
has a good title. The holder of cat Ask Trophy
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in any city in any country. Whoa hold on here
in any city in any country, go to any abandoned
amusement park you can enter Ooh twist, find the largest
roller coaster in the park. No matter it's ugh, I
don't know. I think you're gonna want to check the
condition on that before. Take a seat on the far
left side of the first cart. Then close your eyes
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and whisper just outs drop. You will feel the coaster
start to move, yet you cannot open your eyes, or
you will find yourself moving through an endless void which
you will never escape. The coaster will then slowly start
to head up for what seems to be ages. As
you listen to the rumbling of the tracks, you will
then hear voices whisper at you and ask you to
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save them. Yet you must not respond to them or
they will take you away to the same void to
which they belong. The voices will stop speaking to you,
and the cart will come to a stop. With your
eyes still closed, you must grasp the bar and the
cart as tightly as you possibly can, or you will
be left behind forever. After you do so, you will
feel yourself plummeting straight down at impossible speeds. The air
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around you will start to grow cold calma and continues
as it feels as if you are freezing. As you
sense the cart around you disappear, you must keep hold
of the bar as it is the only thing keeping
you attached to reality. Abruptly, you will stop, drop the
bar comma, and sit still with your eyes closed until
you start to hear the sound of a carnival fanfare
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in the comma. And only then, and only then, Thhan
and only that can you open your eyes, to which
you will be greeted by a large pin striped circus
tent a few yards in front of you, surrounded by
meadows and happy people, young and old. You must walk
towards the tent, staring at the small entrance, which is
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shrouded by darkness. As you continue walking, the scenery around
you will start morphing slowly, The meadow dies, the carnival
music slows and bends and pitch until it starts to
sound twisted and demonic. The people decay in the very
spots they stand. They will scream in agony comma and
ask you to help them. Yet you cannot look directly
at them, or you will meet the same fate as
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these illusions. You must continue forward until you finally reach
the dark entrance. Walk forward and allow yourself to be
swallowed by the darkness. Yet do not stop or look back,
as if you do either, you will never find an exit.
Continue your walk into the void until you see a
dim light in the distance, Comma, and start to hear
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the sobbing of a man. Follow these two signs as
you hear the crying of the man, growing louder, until
you see the light as coming from a door in
the darkness. When you walk through the door, you will
be greeted by a cold cement cell. In the far
left corner, you will see the crying man dressed as
a circus clown. Oh is that clown, covering his face
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with a small diary. You must slowly approach him as
not to aggravate him, until he is right by your feet,
Sit down next to him and ask what do we
have to lose? The clown will then read you an
excerpt from the diary through his sobs, in detail, describe
the demise of millions of innocence, Comma, and the forces
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that so cruelly and coldly carried out this act. As
he reads, illusions will appear around you, Comma, and in
the side of your vision you will see every death
of every person in the story, many of which were slaughtered,
many of which were taken by disease. However, you must
keep looking at this clown, as if you lose sight
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of him, you will be stuck in this illusion, and
you will become part of the story yourself. After he
is done, he'll stop crying. He will lower the book
from in front of his face, revealing that he has
suffered the same decay as the illusions which you had
seen before. He will hand the book to you, which
you must accept. He warns that you cannot read the
diary yourself, or else you will be driven mad. He
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will then whisper. When the stakes are high, best to
play the clown as the rest of his body starts
to decay, as well as the room around you. You
must close your eyes one more time, keeping hold of
the book, and count to exactly twelve seconds before opening them.
When you do, you will find yourself in the same
seat of the roller coaster in which you began. The
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Diary is object twelve of five point thirty eight. These
events must never be allowed to occur again. Okay, so
now I have a book that I can't read. Yeah,
I'm done for right now, Jason, never mind out. I'm
gonna go not read this book and listen to my
broken music box and talk to my dead corpse friend
and go bowling with this dude's head.
The sun has said, the lights are low, the candles
are lit, and so is the host. It is now
time for the Creepy Podcast.
Speaker 2 (00:31):
Twilight was originally fan fiction. Greetings and salutations, creepy people.
This is your host, Jason nevermind. I am fresh off
of oral surgery, so I decided to make a whole
new episode a week early.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
I don't know if I'm actually gonna post it a.
Speaker 2 (00:52):
Week early, but.
Speaker 1 (00:55):
I am loopy. Oh boy, let's just do this because
I'm on board. Let's go, Let's welcome. Hold on, let's
do it right. They'll come to the gree Podcast. I'm
counting on you to listen.
Speaker 3 (01:20):
The Creepy Podcast episode. Send story, New Mirror. No, my
dead girl friend keeps messaging me on Facebook. Read by
Vlad v and Ylor give it a creepy people in
the hires for blad in Ylor work.
Speaker 4 (01:41):
I feel like my attention span is short right now,
so that's why I'm going for some simplicity. And with
that said, this paste is called. This paster is called
(02:02):
I'm so glad we didn't have Facebook and all this
snapchat and tender and stuff when I was in school.
Oh good lord, Okay, this paste is called my dead
girlfriend keeps messaging me on Facebook. My girlfriend Emily died
on August seventh of twenty twelve. I just perceived another
(02:24):
message Comma, and it's worse than the others. She was
involved in a three car crash driving home from work
when someone ran a red light. She was dead within
minutes at the scene. We had been dating for five
years at that point. She wasn't big on the idea
of maw, which it felt archaic, she said, gave her
(02:45):
a weird vibe. But if she had been I would
have married her within three months of our relationship. Okay,
all right, calm down, Millennial. How many kids would you have?
Two point seven?
Speaker 1 (02:57):
All right?
Speaker 4 (02:58):
She was vibrant, the kind of girl that would choose
dare every time. She's like, yeah, I don't care, bring
the dog, bring the dog in here, I'll do that.
Yeah Instagram at Snapchat that, Yeah, where's the peanut butter.
She was vibrant, the kind of girl that would choose
dare every time. She was happy when campaign, but a
(03:20):
total technofile too. Oh god, what she did in my computer.
It's all slimy. She always smelled like cinnamon, like cinnamon toast.
Speaker 1 (03:28):
Crunch sin.
Speaker 4 (03:32):
What a good defender. I didn't hurt the britty cindamot.
That being said she wasn't perfect. Really, I don't know.
She smells like cinnamon. That's about as good as you
can get, really, because most relationships are based on smell.
So if you get someone that smells good, you're really
doing well. That's that's really the long and short of relationships.
(03:55):
Can you stand the way they smell? That being said
she wasn't perfect. She always said something along the lines of,
if I cark it first, don't just say good things
about me. I never liked that. If you don't pay
me out, you're doing a disservice. I've got so many flaws, comma,
and that's just another part of me. So what if
(04:19):
I cark it first? Is that like kind of like saying,
for if I become a carcass possibly, uh, don't just
pay me out. If you don't pay me out, you're
doing me a disservice. I okay, I get the general gist,
but okay, the language, oh is really confusing. Oh no,
(04:44):
so this is for em. The music she says she
liked and the music she actually liked were very different.
Airing out her dirty linens. Are you? Oh? She would
have liked that. Her idea of affection was a side hug.
He had really long toes, like a chimpanze. I know
that's ten genteel, but I don't feel right without you
(05:08):
having an idea of what she was like. Emma had
been dead for approaching thirteen months when she first massaged me. Okay,
there's like weird screenshot and messages. Emily, You're not a
plaque in the wall. That gives me more closure even
fuckword nerds. I'm still finding your hair ties everywhere, and
(05:28):
your bobby pins. I'm actually finally sure they're breathing. Some
of them still love hair. Who is this? It's really
weird receiving messages from Emily's account. Okay, well, well the futures.
Please send messages from your account, even if you want
to discuss her page. Hello, Susan, you're on Emily's account.
This is when it began. I had left Emily's Facebook
account activated so I could send her the occasional massage
(05:49):
post on her wall, go through her pictures and her
dresser drawers, her diaries, wear her clothing to dinner with
her parents. It fell too final and too un Emily
to memorialize it. I share access with her mother, Susan,
meaning her mother has her logging and password and has
spent a total of three minutes on the accounter total
(06:10):
on a computer. After a little confusion, I thought it
was her. Let's hit up blank rail this Saturday. Who
the is this? The wheels on the bus?
Speaker 1 (06:22):
Pause?
Speaker 4 (06:22):
Tell me who you are? This makes no freaking sense.
What's going on here?
Speaker 5 (06:29):
Ah?
Speaker 4 (06:29):
You done millennials and you're weird slang. You're deeper than
E forty At this point, I don't understand what you're saying. Really,
I had received confirmation from Susan that she hadn't been
on EM's profile since the week of her death. Em
knew a lot of people, so I thought it was
one of her tech savvy friends fucking with me in
the worst possible way. And then you got a picture
of someone with their face blacked out, and another picture
(06:51):
of someone their face blacked out, And around February twenty fourteen, okay,
this is a couple of years later, Emily started tagging
herself in my photos. Well that's weird, because isn't Emily dead?
Speaker 5 (07:06):
Weird?
Speaker 1 (07:08):
Awkward? Emily's dead. Do do do do?
Speaker 4 (07:14):
She's fucking dead. Around February twenty fourteen, Emily started tagging
herself in my photos. I would get notifications for them,
but they'd normally be removed by the time I got
to the picture. The first time I actually caught one,
(07:35):
it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Ooh,
that's a terrible photo, if it makes you feel like that.
I've got screenshots of two from April and June. These
are the only ones I've been able to catch, so
they're a little bit out of the timeline I'm trying
to write out. Around this time, I began to lose sleep.
I was too angry to sleep. Ooh, yes, I feel
(07:55):
a kinshift. I totally understand that. I just wake up,
gone right.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
I like to burn.
Speaker 4 (08:10):
I was too angry to sleep. She would tag herself
in random photos every couple of weeks. The friends who
noticed it thought it was some fucked up bug I
found out recently. There have been friends who have noticed
and didn't say anything about it. Some of them even
removed me from their Facebook friends list. At this point,
(08:34):
you may be wondering, why didn't you just kill your
Facebook profile?
Speaker 5 (08:39):
Oh?
Speaker 4 (08:39):
Really? Come on, you can't do that anymore. That's like
basically being reborn. You have to relearn society if you
start a new Facebook page. Come on, come on, really,
it's like erasing your past. At this point, Facebook is life.
You don't exist outside of Facebook. People that aren't on Facebook,
I don't talk to them. Kind of a dumb question.
(09:01):
Is that millennial? For real? Seriously, you're dealing in a
fantasy world. Is this really like a forty five year
old writing this under the guise of being a millennial,
because that really a millennial would not write that. Right
At this point, you may be wondering, why didn't you
just kill your Facebook profile? I almost wish I did.
I did for a little while. I held it down
(09:25):
and killed it for a while. But you know, on
days when I can't get out there, it's nice to
have friends to sea hats with. It's nice visiting Emma's
page when the little green dot isn't next to her name.
I was already socially reclusive when em was alive. Her
death turned me into something pretty close to a hermit,
and Facebook and MMOs are were my only real social outlets.
(09:52):
I sent what I assumed was EM's hacker a message,
why are you doing this? Well?
Speaker 1 (09:58):
You keep tagging her?
Speaker 4 (09:59):
On March twenty fifth, I got an answer, hello, Hello, Hello,
This is actually devastating. I don't know why you enjoyed
doing this. OMG, cinnamon scented candles?
Speaker 1 (10:08):
Who too? Who?
Speaker 4 (10:09):
Why are you doing this? It wasn't until months after
going through these chats that I discovered that she was
recycling my own words as well. My response seems kind
of lackluster. Here I was intentionally providing her him with
emotional bait. The cat and mouse play comes out. Now
(10:31):
I'm in the closet. Now I'm in the closet too.
I really appreciate that they went through the trouble of
making all these screenshots, but it's making the flow really
hard to read, and honestly, I don't really give a
flying fig anymore. Your girlfriend's dead, Okay, I get it.
Where are we going with this? Let's just skip ahead?
Speaker 1 (10:57):
Okay?
Speaker 5 (10:58):
No?
Speaker 1 (10:59):
Really cool?
Speaker 4 (11:01):
What I don't know what's happening? Cold freezing? What she
was an a meat locker? Your girlfriend was cold, affectionately
and she froze to death. That's what I'm getting from this.
So okay, that's creepy and poignant. I am I can't
do this one anymore.
Speaker 1 (11:19):
I'm sorry.
Speaker 4 (11:21):
I'm just gonna read a couple of these reviews here
and we'll just see if I'm the only one. Okay,
now I'm scared. Hey, this is a really scary one. OMG,
I mean I translated to show on the German creepy
pasta wikia. Oh the gentleman, Yes, holy crap has creepy.
The kindie was kind of have a good story. It
(11:41):
wasn't much of a twist ending. The weirdest thing was
that to till it pretty much told everything. Oh look
at this. The human brain stars over fifty petrobytes of data.
One petro byte is one thousand terabytes, So a data ghost.
And yes, I know this story isn't real. Will possible
would be a terrible ending. Something so ridiculous as a
(12:04):
real ghost would make more sense than a creepy paste.
Still a good story, though, seven out of ten.
Speaker 5 (12:16):
The Creepy Podcast, Episode seventh story June Sweet night, emres
sweet sweet night, and theres these dreams will see you
and I close my eyes. You are sleeping. You do
not want to believe you are sleeping.
Speaker 1 (12:36):
And we're rolling sweet nightmares. It starts with syn ellipsis right,
the three periods, the three dots. Okay, so that's how
it starts. It is three o'clock in the morning. It
has been one of those days, you know, the kind
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when nothing seems to go right, Comma, and nobody seems
to be in a good mood. Period. Of course, you
would wake up at three in the morning. You jolt
a wake not sitting up right, rather contorted in an
odd little fetal position. You might think that it was
because you were cold, hyphen The heat must not be
(13:18):
ond period, of course, the heat wouldn't be on you
toss and turn, but there is nothing comfortable about this
once hyphen satisfying bed and on which you rest. Period.
Each time you turn, you feel another not creep up
in your back, each muscle flaring and spazzing in its
own little rebellity and against your body. You try rolling
(13:42):
over on your still much. It would be a relief,
except for the fact that you have to crane your
neck to one side in order to breathe. You turn
yourself onto your right side, facing your wall. Comma, and
you just try and mindlessly explore how black the darkness
you cannot see your wall, though it might have been
(14:05):
only a foot from your head. It's funny, the darkness
when you open and close your eyes is almost the same.
That's when it hits you. As soon as you close
your eyes, the images come flooding back. You had been
having a nightmare hyphen one of the kinds where you
can literally feel comma, or in your case, comma, smell comma,
(14:27):
what is happening to you? Period? There wasn't too big
of a deal. A man, dark man, man in ragged
clothing had come into your room. He'd been breathing on you.
His breath smelled like burnt popcorn and black licorice. As
odd as it may have been, he reminded you of
a man you once saw it a carnival hyphen. You know,
the one period He just stared, just stared with his
(14:52):
gray eyes, period and black mouth, period and dripping he period,
new paragraph at you, period, new paragraph. A shiver goes
(15:12):
down your spine. It was almost as if it were
a memory, but that would be impossible. Right Even now,
your overactive imagination conjures up the stench of burnt popcorn
and black liquorice comma, and you can almost hear the
carnival man's wheezing breath set your ear. You stare intently
(15:37):
at the wall, engaged in a battle of wills with yourself.
You're smarter than that hyphen. There is nobody in your
room except for you. Of course you should turn around
and prove that. But there is always the chance, even
the slightest occasion, that you could be right about what. See. Now,
I'm confused because he just said there's nobody in your room.
(16:00):
So then you're right about there's nobody in your room? Right,
So then everything's okay? Is that you fling your head
away from the wall and examine the looming darkness closely.
It is still thick, it is still cold, But no
decrepit man breathing down your shoulder. That's good because that
guy's breath stinks like burnt popcorn and licorice. Where do
(16:23):
you pull that from? Which uncle's breath smells like burnt
popcorn and black licorish? Oh god, no gray eyed carne
reaching out to caress your head as you lay there?
Is that a okay? It's a period. It looks like
a comma because okay, the next thing is capitalized. No
(16:44):
gray eyed carne reaching out to caress your head as
you lay there, But there isn't much of anything. Your
fears only momentarily allaid. You spring out of bed to
dash for your light. Hyphen switch. Hyphen that magic, a
majestic device which eradicate it's all imagined evils. Click nothing.
(17:05):
You can feel your eyes get wider as you frantically
flick the switch back and forth. But there is no electricity,
no power. You are powerless against him, against that old
man who has just crept up behind you, Oh, black liquorice.
(17:28):
You whirl around and find nothing but darkness. Hello, You
whirl around again nothing. You think that you can hear
him breathing down your neck, Comma, and you might even
be able to feel his moist breath upon your collar.
Frantically you fight, You flail your arms around you, making
(17:48):
sure that if there were any solid object in your path,
you would indeed knock it unconscious before I could do
the same to you. Black whew, you hit something. It
was the wall. Your hand stings, comma, and you clutch
it in the other, cursing slightly, mothering that pain brings
it with the pain brings with it. Rationale, Are you
(18:12):
honestly up at three o'clock in the morning, ransacking your
room for some figment of your imagination. You sure are
silly meth math math math math math math myth myth.
Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness hyphen even if
your mind hasn't hyphened, And you dig through your room
to find that old flashlight. It works, it's been a
long time since the senior. All flashlight sure are bright.
(18:34):
Finally you can see for yourself that there is nothing
and nobody in your room. You can see your own
breath by the light comma, and you realize that the
heat and the electricity truly are not working tonight. Well,
you're already up and about, so you go towards the
fuse box to see if anything blue. Nothing. Everything looks
(18:54):
to be in perfect order as far as you can tell.
You know, because you're an electrician. You go through the
house trying switches left and right, hit and switches y'all,
but none of them work. Yo. You, being a smart
and independent individual, do not call anyone to come and
have a look at your sorry state of freezing affairs.
Must be a Christian scientist, but you do take a
(19:17):
few looks at your doors. They were all locked except
for one, the back door. It was unlocked, but nobody
had come in, right, you were sure of that Almost
that door would have made such a terrific screech as
(19:37):
if it's cheap plastic bottom scraped along your floors that
I just keep thinking about that cheap plastic bottom scraping
along your floors. It would have woken the dead. Nobody
could have come in. You make sure that it is
locked before you go back to bed. Having scattered out
(19:58):
your house, and you're nearly impregged and a bowl defence's hyphen.
Those dead bolt locks hyphen. You return to your bedroom, Comma,
grabbing a few extra blankets and a lit candle as
you go. You pile into your bed, the candle safely
on your desk in the corner. Your eyes have ceased
to be accustomed to the darkness, Comma, and so you
(20:21):
are right back to square one, though much less frantic
this time. Just to look your day was awful, Comma,
you're a night hyphen. In morning, Comma, you would probably
say semi colon. You're a little anal hyphen retentive about specifics.
Hyphen have proven to be just as bad period. Why
is it that the early hours of the day are
(20:42):
so startling everything seems to just come alive around Then
your mind plays trick Sonia wa man your eyes too.
You thought you saw a shadow moving ever so slightly
in the candle's light. But you're alone. While you were up,
you made sure to check the You locked them all
right left. Nobody could get in, Comma, and even if
(21:07):
he were going to try, he would have to make
a great big noise doing so, like the sound of
an elephant falling off of a building. Nobody could get
in Comma, and even if he were going to try,
he would have to make a great big noise doing so.
You could see him coming a mile away, of course
(21:27):
you could. But if nobody could get in, that means
nobody can get out. What if he had come earlier,
then you better get the lights on so you don't
slip in something, slip, slip in, slide. You hadn't locked
that back door all the way. Oh perhaps he had
come in and sat in your closet, just waiting to
poop out, Oh, just waiting to pop out and strangle
(21:48):
to Oh god, this is a great sentence. I like
this one. Let's go back. You hadn't locked the back
door all the way. Perhaps he had come in and
sat in your closet just waiting to pop out and
strangle you to death. Okay, Okay, that's it's not me.
Hold on a second. Perhaps he had come in and
(22:09):
sat in your closet, just waiting to pop out and
strangle you to death like tou Saw in that movie
A hile ago. You two death like Tusaw in that
movie a while ago. Period, And if he was already
in the house dot dot dot, that means that you
just locked him in period with you no period, no period.
(22:34):
Do not focus on that period. That was a nightmare
period period period right, question mark. You had just looked
all around your house, though not inside the closets and cupboards.
Hyphen Only paranoid people do that, Comma, and you're definitely
not paranoid. Focus on the good things, like the fact
(22:56):
that the heat is apparently kicked in. A warm breeze
loads over your neck, accompanied by a frigid blast, but
your heater is on the floor on the other side
of the room. You turn over Comma, and as you
shine your trusty flashlight, you turn over Comma, and as
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you shine, you turn over Comma, and as you shine
your trusty flashlight around the room, you can understand just
what that shadow was. Your curtains are blowing in the
night's wind. You didn't notice it before. You were too
busy trying to find that licorice hyphen mouthed man. That
(23:39):
means your window is open, the first floor window. You
jump out of bed and hurriedly close that window, too
quickly to notice that the screen has been ripped off.
The heat must be on. It's on the street. You
can hear it, light humming, It's vaporous aspiration. It must
(24:01):
have been on this entire time. The cold air must
have canceled it out. But that isn't the heater. It
it was me. Don't look behind you, Sweet dreams. Categories Dreams, Forward, Slash.
Speaker 3 (24:20):
Sleep The Creepy Podcast. Every episode seven story Free, Holy
Poop and Crappy, and Jason is delirious from having a
toothbild He's back to the Holder series story Car. This
(24:43):
is not going to layer end.
Speaker 1 (24:47):
Well, here we are again because I love it so
because I couldn't stay away. I had oral surgery yesterday
and feeling very loopy, which is why I am continuing
on with my quest to read all five hundred and
thirty eight installments of the Holders series. Last time I
(25:10):
got through the first five. I actually already recorded this,
but then I deleted it because I make great decisions.
So here I go again, desha vu the Holders series.
But we're gonna do a little review because I need
a better refresher here. So the first one is the
Holder of the End, and he's got something in his hands,
(25:33):
and that's the object. Okay, So you've got something in
this guy's hands. And then the next one is the
Holder at the beginning. That's the dead Woman. Okay. So yeah,
I got the thing, the dead Woman. And the Holder
of eternity scalpel. Oh yeah, I have the scalpel that'll
actually come in very handy later because again I already
(25:53):
read these, so I know it's coming a tattoo, okay.
And then what's the last one, The Holder of a Light?
Oh yes, the Doe, the creepy guy with the stinky
eyeholes that puts his eye in your hand, his eyeballs
in your hand. Okay. So now we're at the Holder
of Song. In any city, in any country, go to
(26:15):
any mental institution or halfway house. You can get yourself too. Actually,
I recommend if you can plan ahead. There's a lot
of really nice mental institutions, a lot of really nice
mental There's a lot of really nice mental institutions out there,
you know, some some nice artwork and architecture and things
like that. It's worth it if you can plan ahead
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to you know, go a couple hours early, walk around
because you're about to get into some heavy shit, so
you're gonna want to get nice and zen before you
start feeling the urge to tear off your own flesh
and poking your own eyes out and screaming deafening whatevers
and lugging around a dead lady. But you know, anyone
you can get to is fine. They'll they'll all work, apparently.
That's that's the one thing about this series. It doesn't
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matter which one you go to. There's a door there
you'll find what you're looking for. So in any city,
any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls herself the Holder of Song.
You will then be guided to a long staircase that
spirals higher than the building stands at the stairs summit
(27:21):
is a door. So you're basically standing on top of
this stairway that's hovering above a building and there's a
door there. Didn't notice that walking up, but all right.
As you open the door, a sudden wave of heat
will pour out from the hallway beyond it. Backdraft, Comma,
and wash over. You proceed down the hallway. As you walk,
the air around you will grow increasingly frigid. When you
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feel as if you are encased in ice, you must
stand perfectly still, remain silent, Comma and listen period. If comma.
After a few seconds past comma, you hear a baby crying,
Comma and run. I agree. I agree. No harm will
befollow you, but the infants cry will follow you wherever
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you go. That sounds terrible. If you hear it for
the rest of your life, count yourself lucky. If and
when it stops, your firstborn child will die. Well. I
don't have any kids, so I'm not worried about that.
If you do not hear a babies cry, wait for
the hallway to grow warm once more, Comma, and then
proceed to the door at its end period enter period.
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The room beyond will be a wash in green light.
At its center will be an old woman turning the
handle of a silent music box. Seems a bit pointless.
Her legs have both been severed at the knees. This
is twisted. When you speak to her, you must look
her in the eyes. She hides a spear fashioned from
the bones of her legs. Break eye contact comments, she
(28:51):
will impale you with it and leave you to bleed
to death seemingly an unending agony. That's terrible.
Speaker 4 (28:59):
Please stop stuck with your leg bones out agony, agony,
egg bone agony.
Speaker 1 (29:06):
She will respond to only one question, what was the
song they used to play? The old woman will begin
to sing in a language not to this world. Her
melody will be the most beautiful one you've ever heard,
bringing peace and serenity to your mom, body and soul.
You will find yourself vividly imagining a band of carefree
children playing and singing innocent as can be, and within
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minutes the scene will eventually take a horribly sinister turn.
The children will begin to fight each other comma, and
their conflict will quickly escalate to the most brutal, lethal
violence you can conceive of. Yeah, sounds like a recess.
They will impale each other on wooden poles, yeah, a recess,
disembowl each other with sharp rocks comma, and even rip
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flesh from bone with their bare hands. Oh see they
have bare hands. See that makes a lot easier to
rip flesh from the bone when you have bare hands.
It's the clause you will witness these children now merely
tatter doppelgangers of themselves, spreading death and destruction more horrific
than you could ever imagine on your own. You would
need at least five or six other people to help
(30:13):
you imagine the destruction and death and horrificness. You will
see a naked boy drenched in blood, singing with delight
as he runs through a hellish waste land, pursued by
unspeakable monsters. They will overtake him and utterly destroy whom
the song is still issuing forth from his shredded lips,
(30:35):
All the while, shredded lips tasty, cereal, yet inexplicably, You
will remain calm and peaceful even as you watch this
unspeakable brutality. When these horrific visions end, an intense pain
will stab at your chest. Your heart will feel like
it is about to explode. Do not let the agony
(30:55):
break your focus. Do not break eye contact with this
old woman lest you invite the Fate's so horrible that
an exploding heart seems lovely by comparison, how do I
get myself into the most horrible things ever? Oh, it's
gonna it's better than this. I'll melt your face, but
that'd be way better than what could be happening to you.
(31:18):
If you remain steadfast in your gaze, the pain will
eventually cease. The woman will stand up. Isn't she missing
her legs from the knees down? The woman will stand up,
though with your eyes still focused on hers, you will
not know how, and place the music box in your hands.
The music box is object six of five point thirty eight.
(31:41):
When its song plays again, they will all come together.
Kinky Okay, So I got a dude's eyeball and a
dead lady, and oh no, I have a music box
that doesn't work. The holder oh the past. In any city,
(32:02):
in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of
the path. The worker there will try his best to
keep a look of indifference on his face while handing
you a key, which, as he will explain, belongs to
an unused supply closet in the building. Oh no, meet
(32:24):
me in the supply closet in five minutes. I'll juge
you there. It's very cozy, if only it were that
simpol Upon locating and unlocking the correct door, you will
find yourself staring out onto a narrow, winding road, suspended
in an endless void, the site only occasionally obstructed by
the massive outlines of things best left undescribed. To fall
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off the path is to be thrown out of reality itself.
A nightmarish eternity of inconceivable horror awaits anyone who either
stumbles into the void by their own error or is
dragged off the path by the timeless monstrosities that reside
on the outskirts of creation. If you should ever feel
as if you are being watched while traveling through this
piece of oblivion, the best chance you have is to
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immediately freeze in place and hold your breath. Continue to
do so until your audience either loses interest or moves
in to claim you. If the latter should occur. Feel
free to scream as hard as you want, though your
screams will fall on deaf ears. That's terrible. Go ahead
and scream, though it's okay. At the end of the
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path lies a door that leads to a small, dirt
caked room, Oh dirt cake moon. Propped up against the
room's far a wall is a heavily emaciated corpse. I
saw them opened for a ac and who was a
napalm destruction and props up against the room's far walls
a heavily emaciated corpse. What's left of his skin has
(33:52):
long since blackened with necrosis. Approach it and ask one question. Here,
go talk to the dead, dude, how did they acquire
guard Ardians? In response to your query, the corpse will
begin to stir. A subtle red glow will emanate from
its eye sockets as it lifts its head and begins
to whisper thelong and Macab's story of the Holders. It
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will speak of unholy packs and unspeakable atrocities. Within time,
its tale will touch upon every form of evil known
to man or God, Comma, and a few forms that
neither can comprehend. It's a real mind fuck to he. Furthermore,
if told the title of any holder, the corpse will
reveal that holder's history and the meaning of the object
(34:35):
that it protects. See that's handy, that's good. It's like
the holder app well, almost any holder. The holder of
the path will never go into detail about itself. This
is because the ghoul hopes that you will not question
why it seems to be lacking an object. Truth be told.
The ominous glow from within the ghul's eye sockets is
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actually the shining light of the object that was somehow
sealed inside of the skull. That is object seven shit
a five point thirty eight. Its holder will do anything
to keep you away from it. Yeah, all right, where's
my crowbar because I need it. Crack any crack nor
track a lacca. Give you that shiny thing. It's adi
a skull the holder. Okay, what's next, the holder of wealth? Yeah,
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give it up, give it up, Holder of wealth. Aha,
this is a stick up Holder of wealth. In any city,
in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of wealth.
That worker will raise one eyebrow, as if puzzled by
(35:43):
her request. Spock ask a second time, Kama, and the
worker will shrug and take you across the street, where
an opulent mansion awaits. Wow, I just totally missed that.
I guess on the way here, huge opulent mansion. If
you are observed by nature, sure you may notice that
the mansion was not there when you started your quest. Okay,
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that makes sense. Its owner would rather you didn't think
about such things. That's creepy. Inside the front door will
lie a grand staircase spiraling up across the foyer. The
walls will be covered with fine paintings Comma, and a
large marble statue will rest on a pedestal by the
base of the stairs. The statue's eldritch features will evoke
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an image of a truly horrific beast, at once both
alien and Admire it all you want, but don't touch
it unless you wish to awaken this starved monster. I
don't suggest you do that. Because he's starving and you
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look delicious. He will cover you with cheese, hot cheese,
standing and burning your skin. Delicious. I'm the staircase as
long as you don't touch anything, you will be safe.
Don't panic. At the top of the stairs, you will
find a small wooden door. Its plain and unassuming appearance
(37:12):
is a sharp contrast to its decade its surroundings. It
will open on its own for you, so long as
you're not afraid, be a fraidy cat or else. I'm
t goking open the door for you, okay oku. Past it,
you will see a man with a pointed goatee and short, cropped,
jelled hair standing behind a large mahogany desk. His suit
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is made of both human flesh and Italian silk. He
may speak Comma, and at great length he will talk
about his amazingly beautiful house and the lovely statue of
his concubine resting downstairs. Do not interrupt him Comma, and
do not answer any questions he may ask. So, I
was like talking to my dad when he has finished.
Steal yourself and confidently ask what the fuck do you
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get a suit made out a human flesh and at
time silk?
Speaker 4 (38:00):
Oh?
Speaker 1 (38:01):
Yeah, I need that special cut, you know. Yeah, I
knocked this guy over. He's got beautiful skinned. Always wonder
if you could kind of weave it in with the silk,
but I know you're probably got to do some kind
of a tanning process. I don't want this shirt to stink,
you know, but I don't want it to leathery either.
I want the breathable Italian you know silk, but obviously
human flesh like you know that Granama coon X shirts. Basically,
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when he is finished, steal yourself and confidently ask may
I have my salary? He will proceed to explain to
you in great detail the value of life. Oh, here
we go. He will talk of things worse than death
common and he will tell you exactly what he expects
you to do. The fabulous interior of the room will
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rots away, Comma, and the floor will turn from French
weep to facies Oh, I'm standing in poop.
Speaker 5 (38:52):
Now.
Speaker 1 (38:53):
The man's appearance will become cyclopic and unimaginably horrendous. See
there's there's like poop all over my old dead lady.
Now and he will fish out a small banknote from
the pockets of his human suit. He will fish out
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a small banknote from the pockets of his human suit, Comma,
and hand it to you. That note is object eight
of five hundred and thirty eight. Its holder is counting
on you to spend it. Let's talk about wait a minute,
let's talk about the poop floor first, because yeah, I've
you know, I could do a lot of stuff. I
can bash a corpse's head apart or stab a baby.
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You know, I could potentially do these things. But I
got poop on a shoes. Man, I need new shoes. Now,
you owe me some new shoes. Where is the holder
of clean shoes without shit on them? That's what I'm
looking for. They better be next. Damn, it's the Holder
of wisdom need shoes. The feces is making it a
lot easier to drag this corpse lady. So that's cool.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental
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institution or halfway house. You can get yourself too. When
you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who
calls himself the Holder of Wisdom. The desk clerk will
chuckle and guide you to an empty room. They will
hand you a key and tell you to wait some
time in the room until you hear a bell ring.
When it rings, you have to lock the door through
which you entered, wait until a second ring comma, and
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unlock it. Once those instructions have been carried out, the
door will open all by itself and reveal a long
hallway with every conceivable color painted onto the walls, ceiling,
and floor. Oh, it's like walking down a rainbow. Follow
the hallway until you hear a little girl singing. Oh shit,
that's never ever good. It's never good in any type
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of scenario like this, to hear a little girl singing
not good. Stop, close your eyes, Comma, and stay where
you are until the girl finishes the song. If you
failed to remain perfectly still, run run back to the
door through which you came as fast as you can,
jump through the window of the room where you waited earlier, Comma,
and you might live. Might live. Should you be unable
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to reach the window in time, you will be dragged
back into the hallway by something that is definitely not
the little girl. You will be pulled by this horror
until time itself ends, forever feeling the pain of every
soul dragged to an early grave. If, on the other hand,
you manage to remain perfectly still until the song ceases.
(41:25):
Until the song ceases, you will be free to either
turn around and leave forever, or venture further into this
realm until the song ceases. If you prefer the latter
course of action, walk deeper into the hallway until you
reach a human shaped door. Okay, open it with the
same key that was given to you earlier. Step inside
kamba and close the door behind you. In the middle
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of the room, you will see a desk with a
bright candle. Behind the desk is a man whose face
is invisible behind the shine of the candle. Approach, but
always keep the flame between you and the man's face.
For a few witness what he looks like. Your gaze
will be fixed on his until your own hands have
removed every inch of skin from your bones. God, damn it,
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and the gouging eyes and the tearing skin.
Speaker 3 (42:18):
Stop.
Speaker 1 (42:18):
When you are five steps away from the desk, the
man will raise his hand and gesture you to come closer,
but do not step any further than this. Close your
eyes and ask him one question, who will bring them
back together? You will hear the man rise from his
chair and begin to pray in a language that you
will not understand. After two minutes, you will hear a name.
(42:40):
If you hear Anubis, then you'd better utter your own prayers.
In the short time, you will have to do so.
But if it is Thor that's you hear, Thor your Thor,
I'm Thor Thor I'm the mighty Thor. But if it
is Thor you hear, then you may open your eyes.
You will see them hands severed head lying on his desk,
still speaking. Oh, it's like a chicken. After another three minutes,
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his prayer will cease, Comma, and he will tell you
how you will die. Great. He will describe every minute
detail of your horrible death, Comma, and you will be
unable to move or react while he explains your end. Lastly,
he will describe the one who will steal your life
away from you, Comma, and go into such detail as
to why it is necessary that you, yourself will question
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which would be worse, you being murdered or you being
allowed to continue to live, You being murdered, or you
being allowed to continue to check on to class A,
step on, to keep on trucking, to experience, to attempt,
to be allowed to continue to live. Eventually, the head
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will finish its ghastly tale. It is object. Fuck, I've
already got a dead body, and now I got an
object nine five and thirty eight It is up to
you what you do with a novel of your death.
For now it is inevitable. Great carve in feces, dragging
a dead body and a head and a head. Now
(44:08):
a body and a head that's like one in one
fifths people the holder of ambition. In any city, in
any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house
you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit a man who calls himself the Holder
of Ambition. The sound that escapes the mouth of the
worker will be so slight, comba, and betray so little
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reaction that at first you may not even be sure
your words were heard. All doubt will be settled when
they guide you towards a stairwell lit by many windows.
At the top of these stairs, the worker will leave
you to continue your journey alone. You will find yourself
standing at the beginning of an eerily calm hallway. Walk
(44:52):
to the end. In all likelihood you will encounter a
shadow that moves along the wall. Do not follow it,
for it is the one thing that will lead you
to a place you do not wish to go, a
place filled with your silent fears and failures for which
you cannot return. No matter what shape the shadow takes Comma,
and no matter how it eases and taunts your dreams
with the greatest of your desires and hopes, do not
(45:14):
even let it tempt your gaze. Protect your gaze. Don't
let it tempt your gaze. Let's alone your feet. If
you make it to the end of the hallway without
losing sight of your goal, you will find an open
door with no locks. That's terrible, dude. We got magels
and no locks. A doorway with no locks, bolts, or restraints.
(45:36):
So there's no locks, but there's no Michael boltons either,
and there's no restraints. It's okay. That's a decent trade off.
A soft light bathed the room in front of the opening.
This is your one and only chance to leave without
facing the holder of admission while collecting his object. If
that is the course of the action you wish to take,
then walk directly back the way you came, without attempting
to peek around or into other doors, lest you discover
(46:00):
the seductive shadow hides what evil lurks in the hearts
of men. The seductive shadow knows beyond the doorway lies
a room bathed in an artificial light cast by high
windows that cover each wall's expanse. At the room center
stands a tall, healthy man, standing naked and looking out
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into the light. His body is covered in uncountable tattoos
and scars. Only his face is recognizable as unaltered human flesh.
He might be tempted to look where he looks in
search of the object of his focus, pel free, but
you will see nothing, Comma, and learn nothing. The man
will not react to anything other than the question what
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joins them together? When asked, he will turn to look
you in the eyes. Meet his gaze. But know that
if you are not prepared, if there is even the
slightest doubt of your intentions, then you will lose yourself
and his soulless eyes for an eternity. If, on the
other hand, your gaze is an honest one, then he
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will begin to speak in a low voice. His tone
will be a comical one, his tail told as if
they meant nothing at all. But you must not miss
a word, for this story is your preparation. Listen carefully
to his tail, Comma, and remember every detail. When the
man finishes speaking, he will bring his hands to his
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chest comma and remove the sutures from one of his
more noticeable scars. As the stitches come out, he will breed,
bleed ugh ugh. As the stitches come out, he will
bleed profusely and fatally. When the last of his sutures
have come out, he will offer them to you, uttering
his final words through his own gurgling blood. Choosing to
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seek leads to an inevitable, inevitable, and an inevitable. Choosing
to seek leads to an ind an inevitable fate. The
clump of sutures is object ten. How you use them
depends on what you hear. What I hear is this
squish of feces all over my shoes and this old
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dead person's arteries hardening. All right, let's try one more.
Let's see who we can go for one more. The
holder of life. Okay, maybe can read animate this old
dead lady, and she can walk in any city in
any country. Go to any mental institution or halfway house.
You can get yourself too. Okay, think I've done this
(48:34):
enough times. This is my eleventh time. I think I
probably already have my go to halfway houses and mental
institutions at this time. Right, So we're good, I know
where to go. Okay. When you reach the front desk,
ask to visit someone who calls himself the holder of life.
The worker will try to suppress a groan and you
will have to ask again, hipster. He will then lead
you to an operating room that looks just like any
other you might or might not have seen in your life. Okay,
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there's potential for that. There might be times in your
life when you walk into a room that you may
or may not have walked into before. Okay, that's real.
Speaker 5 (49:09):
Right.
Speaker 1 (49:09):
The worker will give you a scalpel and then leave
you alone in the room, locking the door behind him.
That's not ominous. You will have to wait wait for
almost an hour. Fuck an hour, there's no Wi Fi
in here. Then the door will open and several people
will enter the room, including a pregnant woman. The woman
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will lie down on the operating table. The other people,
who will look like doctors. That's good, will prevaar everything
for the child's birth. While they do that, you will
be able to ask the woman one question, ask how
can they be reassembled? Say nothing else, or the doctors
will begin to skin and disassemble you. No, no, doctor,
(49:52):
stop disassembling me. No, disassemble number five. No, you will
be fully conscious while they do this. Oh they're Asshold okay,
I don't like where this is going. I just read
the last line. This one's getting this is this one's morbid. Okay,
stick with me. We're gonna get through these. I mean,
if you have to go take a shower and cry,
I will too. It's okay, it's okay to do that.
(50:12):
If you have asked the right question, the woman will
begin to scream. The child is about to be born.
You will have to wait until it's over.
Speaker 4 (50:20):
Oh.
Speaker 1 (50:21):
Really, we can't get this over with. Now you're gonna
have just have this baby coma and one of the
doctors will give you the child. Oh that's nice. Thank
you for the child moving his mouth but without sound
coming from his lips. Oh thanks for the broken baby,
great defective. As soon as he finishes talking and smiles,
you will have to throw the child to the ground
and ram the scalpel into its head, or else it
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will smash your rib cage and rip your heart out
with it. Human strength. All right, I guess I can't
really get hung up on too many things. If you're
gonna do this holders thing. So you know, smack any
smack on the ground is you know it's good thing
to have this scalpel handy in my hand. Now it's
in your head. You're a dead baby. Scalpel hole or no.
If you have thrown the child to the ground in time,
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it will, despite the scalpel in its head, answer the
question you have asked earlier. It will speak with a
demonic voice that might drag you bad. Is talking. The
other people in the room will vanish without leaving a trace.
After the child finishes talking, it will simply die in
the door of the room will unlock. Okay, that's goods nice,
You are enough free to go. Ok okay, if you
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have not been driven mad by the voice, I think
I'm all right. Oh the dead baby is object eleven
of five thirty eight. Dare you not remove the scalpel?
We're up to twelve here? This one seems promising. It
has a good title. The holder of cat Ask Trophy
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in any city in any country. Whoa hold on here
in any city in any country, go to any abandoned
amusement park you can enter Ooh twist, find the largest
roller coaster in the park. No matter it's ugh, I
don't know. I think you're gonna want to check the
condition on that before. Take a seat on the far
left side of the first cart. Then close your eyes
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and whisper just outs drop. You will feel the coaster
start to move, yet you cannot open your eyes, or
you will find yourself moving through an endless void which
you will never escape. The coaster will then slowly start
to head up for what seems to be ages. As
you listen to the rumbling of the tracks, you will
then hear voices whisper at you and ask you to
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save them. Yet you must not respond to them or
they will take you away to the same void to
which they belong. The voices will stop speaking to you,
and the cart will come to a stop. With your
eyes still closed, you must grasp the bar and the
cart as tightly as you possibly can, or you will
be left behind forever. After you do so, you will
feel yourself plummeting straight down at impossible speeds. The air
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around you will start to grow cold calma and continues
as it feels as if you are freezing. As you
sense the cart around you disappear, you must keep hold
of the bar as it is the only thing keeping
you attached to reality. Abruptly, you will stop, drop the
bar comma, and sit still with your eyes closed until
you start to hear the sound of a carnival fanfare
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in the comma. And only then, and only then, Thhan
and only that can you open your eyes, to which
you will be greeted by a large pin striped circus
tent a few yards in front of you, surrounded by
meadows and happy people, young and old. You must walk
towards the tent, staring at the small entrance, which is
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shrouded by darkness. As you continue walking, the scenery around
you will start morphing slowly, The meadow dies, the carnival
music slows and bends and pitch until it starts to
sound twisted and demonic. The people decay in the very
spots they stand. They will scream in agony comma and
ask you to help them. Yet you cannot look directly
at them, or you will meet the same fate as
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these illusions. You must continue forward until you finally reach
the dark entrance. Walk forward and allow yourself to be
swallowed by the darkness. Yet do not stop or look back,
as if you do either, you will never find an exit.
Continue your walk into the void until you see a
dim light in the distance, Comma, and start to hear
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the sobbing of a man. Follow these two signs as
you hear the crying of the man, growing louder, until
you see the light as coming from a door in
the darkness. When you walk through the door, you will
be greeted by a cold cement cell. In the far
left corner, you will see the crying man dressed as
a circus clown. Oh is that clown, covering his face
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with a small diary. You must slowly approach him as
not to aggravate him, until he is right by your feet,
Sit down next to him and ask what do we
have to lose? The clown will then read you an
excerpt from the diary through his sobs, in detail, describe
the demise of millions of innocence, Comma, and the forces
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that so cruelly and coldly carried out this act. As
he reads, illusions will appear around you, Comma, and in
the side of your vision you will see every death
of every person in the story, many of which were slaughtered,
many of which were taken by disease. However, you must
keep looking at this clown, as if you lose sight
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of him, you will be stuck in this illusion, and
you will become part of the story yourself. After he
is done, he'll stop crying. He will lower the book
from in front of his face, revealing that he has
suffered the same decay as the illusions which you had
seen before. He will hand the book to you, which
you must accept. He warns that you cannot read the
diary yourself, or else you will be driven mad. He
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will then whisper. When the stakes are high, best to
play the clown as the rest of his body starts
to decay, as well as the room around you. You
must close your eyes one more time, keeping hold of
the book, and count to exactly twelve seconds before opening them.
When you do, you will find yourself in the same
seat of the roller coaster in which you began. The
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Diary is object twelve of five point thirty eight. These
events must never be allowed to occur again. Okay, so
now I have a book that I can't read. Yeah,
I'm done for right now, Jason, never mind out. I'm
gonna go not read this book and listen to my
broken music box and talk to my dead corpse friend
and go bowling with this dude's head.
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