It’s already late BUT….. no video tonight :(

Why? I can’t find shit to read right now & every time I try to record something that I’ve already had saved because I want to read.. I get mush-mouth and can’t get anything out. Basically this weekend, monday & today have been juuuuust fantastic trying to read.


Okay can we just like, real talk for a second. Just for a second.

I’ve been finding myself kinda trying to get away from /r/nosleep stories. It’s getting increasingly harder for me to find things to read there because I read kind of a very specific kind of story, because those are the kinds that I like. Maybe I should be a little more flexible but I have a system. So. Yeah.

TL;DR I’m looking for good fucked up stories (you know what we like here) to narrate & places to find them, so lemme know. Because I’m trying to wade through everything on the internet and it’s getting a little frustrating. I feel so dumb asking this, I really do.

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So this happened today.

Wasn’t expecting this to happen ever again.

I am beyond honored.

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sixpenceee A really good No-sleep read by one of the most expressive narrators! Definitely worth the 4 and a half minutes you’ll spend listening.

Do You?

Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to die. Peaceful, not signs of torture nor pain. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident.

Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?

Shadow people are reported worldwide and since the beginning of recorded history. Shadow people seem to be living shadows. They are usually seen out of the corner of peoples eyes. Some people see semi-transparent dark splotches. They vanish as soon as a person realizes what they saw. When people see shadow people a feeling of despair and fear overcome them. There have been some reports of being attacked or chased by these shadows. The shadows are usually larger than a normal shadow and doesn’t resemble the person’s silhouette. I have personally came across a shadow like this and a dreadful feeling came over me for a brief moment. It was abnormally large and moved, when I did not.

My dead girlfriend keeps messaging me on Facebook. I’ve got the screenshots. I don’t know what to do. - (r/nosleep)

Tonight’s kind of a catalyst for this post. I just received another message, and it’s worse than any of the others.

My girlfriend died on the 7th of August, 2012. She was involved in a three car collision driving home from work when someone ran a red light. She passed away within minutes on the scene.

We had been dating for five years at that point. She wasn’t big on the idea of marriage (it felt archaic, she said, gave her a weird vibe), but if she had been, I would have married her within three months of our relationship. She was vibrant; the kind of girl that would choose dare every time. She was happiest when camping, but a total technophile too. She always smelled like cinnamon.

That being said, she wasn’t perfect. She always said something along the lines of, “If I kark it first, don’t just say good things about me. I’ve never liked that. If you don’t pay me out, you’re doing me a disservice. I’ve got so many flaws, and that’s just part of me.” So, this is for Em: the music she said she liked and the music she actually liked were very different. Her idea of affection was a side-hug. She had really long toes, like a chimpanzee.

I know that’s tangential, but I don’t feel right discussing her without you having an idea of what she was like.

Onto the meat. Em had been dead for approaching thirteen months when she first messaged me.

September 4, 2013. This is when it began. I had left Emily’s Facebook account activated so I could send her the occasional message, post on her wall, go through her albums. It felt too final (and too un-Emily) to memorialize it. I ‘share’ access with her mother (Susan) - meaning, her mother has her login and password and has spent a total of approximately three minutes on the website (or on a computer, total). After a little confusion, I assumed it was her.

November 16th, 2013. I had received confirmation from Susan that she hadn’t logged in to Em’s Facebook since the week of her death. Em knew a lot of people, so I instantly assumed this was one of her more tech savvy ‘friends’ fucking with me in the worst possible way.

I noticed pretty much immediately that whoever was chatting with me was recycling old messages from Em and my’s shared chat history.

The ‘the wheels on the bus’ comment was from when we were discussing songs to play on a road trip that never eventuated. ‘hello’ happened a million times.

Around February 2014, Emily started tagging herself in my photos. I would get notifications for them, but the tag would generally always be removed by the time I got to it. The first time I actually caught one, it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. ‘She’ would tag herself in spaces where it was plausible for her to be, or where she would usually hang out. I’ve got screenshots of two (from April and June; these are the only ones I’ve caught, so they’re a little out of the timeline I’m trying to write out):

Around this period of time, I stopped being able to sleep. I was too angry to sleep.

She would tag herself in random photos every couple of weeks. The friends who noticed and said something thought it was a fucked up bug; I found out recently that there have been friends who have noticed and didn’t say anything. Some of them have removed me from their Facebook friends list.

At this point, some of you may be wondering why I didn’t just kill my Facebook profile. I wish I had. I did for a little while. On days when I can’t get out there, though, it’s nice having my friends available to chat. It’s nice visiting Em’s page when the little green circle 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 were (are) my only real social outlets.

On March 15th, I sent what I assumed was Em’s hacker a message.

On March 25th, I received an ‘answer’.

It wasn’t until I was going over these logs a few months later that I noticed she was recycling my own words as well.

My response seems kind of lackluster here. I was intentionally providing him/her with emotional ‘bait’ (‘This is actually devastating’) to keep them interested in their game; I was working off the assumption that the kind of person to do this would be the kind of person that would thrive on the distress of others. I was posting in tech forums, looking for ways to track this person, contacting Facebook. I needed to keep them around so I could gather ‘evidence’.

Before anyone asks, yes, I had changed the password and all security info countless times.

16th of April. I receive this.

This seems like word salad. Like all our conversations so far, it’s recycled from previous messages she’s sent.

29th of April.

I hadn’t discovered any leads. Facebook had told me the locations her page had been accessed from, but since her death, they’re all places I can account for (my home, my work, her mum’s house, etc). My response here wasn’t bait. ‘yo ask Nathan’ was an in-joke too lame worth explaining, but seeing ‘her’ say it again just absolutely fucking crippled me. My reaction in real life was much less prettier. I’m not expecting my bond back.

Her last few messages had started to scare me, but I wouldn’t admit it at this point.

8th of May. I don’t really have the words for this.

‘FRE EZIN G’ is the first original word she’s (?) made. This has given me nightmares that have only started to kick in recently. I keep dreaming that she’s in an ice cold car, frozen blue and grey, and I’m standing outside in the warmth screaming at her to open the door. She doesn’t even realise I’m there. Sometimes her legs are outside with me.

24th of May.

I wasn’t actually drunk. She wasn’t an affectionate girl, and it always embarrassed her to exchange ‘I love you’s, cuddle, talk about how much we meant to each other. She was more comfortable with it when I was boozed up. I got fake-drunk a lot.

Her reply is what prompted me to finally memorialize her page, thinking it might help curb this behavior. It might seem innocuous compared to her previous message - it’s pasted from an old conversation where I was trying to convince her to let me drive her home from a friend’s.

In the collision, the dashboard had crushed her. She was severed in a diagonal line from her right hip to midway down her left thigh. One of her legs was found tucked under the backseat.

Going back in time. 7th of August, 2012.

These are logs from the day she died. She was usually home from work by 4.30. This, alongside a couple of voicemail messages, is the last time I talked to her under the assumption that she was alive. You’ll see why I’m showing you these soon.

Yesterday. 1st of July, 2014.

I memorialized her page a couple of days after I received the message about walking. Until today, she’d been quiet; she wasn’t even tagging herself in my photos.

I don’t know what to do anymore. Do I kill her memorial page? What if it is her? I want to puke. I don’t know what’s happening.

I just heard a Facebook alert. I’m too afraid to swap windows and check it.

A Warning to Those Thinking About Accessing the Shadow Web

How well do you know the Internet? Until two weeks ago, I thought I knew it pretty well. After all, I spend a good chunk of my day browsing Reddit and 4chan, and I’m always up-to-date with the latest memes and circle jerks. I’ve been a denizen of the internet since the early days of Fortune City pages and IRC channels, and a regular ever since.

Then, about a year ago, somebody introduced me to the “Shadow Web”—a sort of secret layer of the Internet that you will never find by Googling or looking up message boards. There are no “in links” from the surface web to the shadow web. And no, this isn’t the “deepnet”, in case you were thinking about that. Not some website with gore videos of freak accidents, I’ve seen those. I assure you this is something far more twisted.

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The Collector
The Legend - The most common “Collector” legend is the neighbor who collects human body parts and proudly displays them in his basement.
The Truth - In 2011, Russian police arrested a man described in local media as the “cemetery collector”. The collector, Anatoly Moskvin, had dug up at least 29 corpses and made dolls out of them. The life-sized female “dolls” were without faces, and some were wearing platinum blonde wigs.

Dark Water
The Legend - A man moves into his new home and finds that the water coming out of the sink and shower is a murky black color. He later discovers that the black water is being caused by the remains of a liquified dead body.
The Truth - In 2013, the Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles experienced some guests complaining about the water running black for a few seconds before returning to normal. The decomposing body of Elisa Lam was later discovered inside of the water tank on the roof of the hotel. Before the body was discovered, guests had brushed their teeth, bathed and drank the water for as long as 19 days. (Side note; this case is far more interesting than what is reported here. For more information, read this. Incredibly creepy stuff here.)

Shadow People
The Legend -The Shadow people folklore revolves around obscured visions or shadows of people that appear and disappear in the blink of an eye. People often report seeing these “shadow people” in the dark corners of rooms, after being sleep deprived, in a state of sleep paralysis, or after just waking up in the middle of the night. 
The Truth - In Fukuoka, Japan, a man who lived alone in his apartment began to suspect that something else was in the apartment with him. He decided to set up surveillance cameras and ended up capturing footage of an old woman coming out of his cupboard to steal food and sometimes shower. The 58-year-old woman was homeless and admitted to police that she had been living in the man’s home for about a year, lurking just beyond his eyesight in closets and cupboards.

The Killer in Cop’s Clothing
The Legend - A police officer knocks on a couples door to tell them that there is a murderer on the loose and that it’s important that they let him inside. Not suspecting that anything is wrong, they obey his request and let him into the house. When they ask what the murderer looks like he replies, “a lot like me actually”.
The Truth - In November of 1974, 18 year old Carol DaRonch was browsing through a bookstore when she was approached by a police officer who told her that her car had been broken into and she needed to come to the station with him to file a report. She agreed to go with him but began to suspect that something was wrong when she realized that the “officer” as driving away from the police station and not towards it. The officer turned out to be infamous serial killer Ted Bundy. Bundy tried to handcuff DaRonch but he was unsuccessful and was able to escape from his car. Watch an interview with Carol DaRonch here.

The Body in the Bag
The Legend - A woman is on the bus by herself one night when she sees a stranger get on dragging a large, lumpy duffel bag behind him. She finds is strange but figures that her mind is just getting carried away because of the late hour. A few days later, she turns on the news and sees that the man is an escaped mental patient and is being labeled as “the body dismemberer.”
The Truth - A 56-year-old Cypriot monk was detained at the Athens airport after security staff discovered a skull wrapped in cloth and skeletal remains in a sheet inside his baggage. He told the airport security that of he was taking the relics of a saint back to his monastery. However, it was discovered that the bones were actually the remains of a nun who had disappeared from her convent four years earlier. How she died and what the monk was planning to do with the bones remains unclear. The monk was freed after being charged with theft and desecrating the dead, a misdemeanor in Greece. He was also suspended from his monastic duties for three months for going away without leave. Read the article here.

Halloween Decorations
The Legend - Several teens are out playing pranks on Halloween night. They are throwing toilet paper in the trees around somebody’s house when they see a decoration that catches their eye; a realistic hanged man. They decide to steal the decoration for their Halloween pranks, but when they go to knock it down, they realize that the “decoration” is an actual dead body.
The Truth - A woman in Delaware hung herself from a tree on a busy street around Halloween time. The body, suspended about 15 feet above the ground, could be easily seen by passing vehicles. The suicide went unreported for hours because passers-by thought the body was a Halloween decoration. In another case, a camera crew arrived on set to shoot an episode of The Six Million Dollar Man. While preparing the set, one of the workers went to move a dead body prop only to discover that “prop” was an actual dead body when the arm snapped off revealing a human bone.


"The Blind Man’s Favor"

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale.

And what was in the envelope? “This is the last one I am sending you today.”