Creepypasta #1142: The Yellowstone Incident

Length: Long

Out of respect for their families, I will refrain from using the real names.

The story made national headlines. It was reported that, while visiting the Yellowstone National Park, a man had accidentally fallen into what he believed at the time to be a hot spring. This pool would, in fact, be highly acidic, killing the twenty-six-year-old John Doe within moments of exposure. Both Doe and his sister Jane Doe were said to have deviated from the safety of the park’s boardwalk before the accident occurred. The victim and his sister were accused of entering an unauthorized area with the intention of “hot potting” (soaking in thermal pools).

While a few of the details mentioned beforehand reflect the actual events that transpired, the majority of what was reported had been rearranged and manipulated. I know this because I had witnessed the actual events that transpired first hand. For the past two years, I have been a volunteer intern in Yellowstone’s preventive SAR (Search and Rescue) program. The program allowed me to further my knowledge in the medical field by working in and around the various emergency scenarios that took place within the park.

Dispatch responded to an emergency call placed by an individual who reported that he and his wife had encountered an incoherent woman, later identified as Jane. Doe had apparently fallen into a state of hysteria. The couple was able to ascertain very little from Doe between her broken speech patterns and loud outbursts. The only word they’d be able to make out would be the name of her brother, a name that she would continue to repeat in a chant-like pattern.

We arrived near 8 pm, only to find that Doe was no longer in a state of panic. The man who originally placed the call explained that Doe’s loud ranting had suddenly ceased within seconds. When we encountered Doe, she had been sitting on a bench, enveloped in some sort of trance-like stare. It was only after was addressed her directly that she snapped out of this daze. Once she had become aware of her surroundings, Jane Doe insisted on leading us on a trail, just northwest of the pork chop geyser in the Norris basin.

Jane Doe would not respond to our questions. She would only repeat the words, “he’s dead”, before reverting to a state of silence.

We discovered the body of John Doe floating in the center of the pool. It was at this time that Jane began showing signs of an emotional breakdown, as she tried desperately to thwart the other rescue workers from approaching the edge of the pool. She was instantly distraught, screaming that there was something in the pool, something that would kill us all.

Impending night coupled with an oncoming electrical storm forced us to abandon our initial efforts.

Once we returned to the park medical facility, we attempted to question Jane Doe once again, in the hopes that she’d be able to shed light on the morbid scenario. It was apparent that Jane had taken the time to gather what mental faculties she had been left with. She explained that her brother had been lured to the pool. She continued on frantically, saying that she began to film the entire event because she knew nobody would believe her. Jane produced her cell phone and proceeded to play the prerecorded video. A video that I myself would view along with a handful of others.

Due to the detailed nature of the recording, I’ve taken the time to craft a transcript based on my own viewing. Some elements have been left out or paraphrased due to my own limited recollection.

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Welcome Flat hot springs. Five hours walk up a stunning valley in the middle of nowhere, this is what you find. Steaming hot pools with snow capped mountains behind. Bliss. #hiking #adventures #trekking #tramping #trampingnz #nz #aotearoa #newzealand #ilovenewzealand #landofmilkandhoney #mountains #hotpools #hotsprings #welcomeflathotpools #backcountry #backpacking #travelling #solotravel #paradise #naturalhotpools #westlandnationalpark

NGC 3132: The Eight Burst Nebula : Its the dim star, not the bright one, near the center of NGC 3132 that created this odd but beautiful planetary nebula. Nicknamed the Eight-Burst Nebula and the Southern Ring Nebula, the glowing gas originated in the outer layers of a star like our Sun. In this representative color picture, the hot blue pool of light seen surrounding this binary system is energized by the hot surface of the faint star. Although photographed to explore unusual symmetries, its the asymmetries that help make this planetary nebula so intriguing. Neither the unusual shape of the surrounding cooler shell nor the structure and placements of the cool filamentary dust lanes running across NGC 3132 are well understood. via NASA


Submissive muscle pups united! Had a visitor from Chicago drop by and join me for chest day yesterday, followed by a soak in the hot pools and an afternoon showing of Guardians of the Galaxy 2! 😃

Thanks for visiting @aphyr, had a blast! Look forward to seeing you again.

Red Fire (Crowley x Reader x Lucifer) - One Shot Smut

Originally posted by crowleysloverr

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Summary: You’re Crowley’s personal, little pet and you enjoy every second of it. But when you hear that a more powerful creature is held prison by Crowley, you decide it’s time to move up on the ladder.

A/N: This is just 4000 words of pure, filthy porn but I regret nothing. Set in S12 E15

Tags: @socktrollqueen @tori-supernatural @karlamoriarty

Warnings: SMUT, So much smut everywhere, Explicit Language, Pet Play, Blow Job, Facial, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal.

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anonymous asked:

random but always relevant: you know how a lot of people go on about how viktor speaking russian in bed with yuuri would make him blush and be such a kink (which yes, same, and very important lol), but what about yuuri speaking japanese, either if it just slips out or if viktor asks him to, i just can't at yuuri whining 'kimochii' ('that feels good') or 'hayaku!' ('faster!') etc, as viktor tries not to come just from hearing yuuri's whimpering voice *eyes emoji*

On that first plane ride to Hasetsu, Victor split his time between telling the lovely old woman sitting across the aisle from him about how he was on his way to find the love of his life and tripping over his own tongue while he sounded out the words in the Russian-to-Japanese dictionary he’d picked up at the airport. The pages were crammed with chaos: alphabets broken and bent into new shapes, words that had fifty different characters with one meaning, L’s rolling into unfamiliar R’s that barely found purchase in his mouth. When he finally saw Yuuri, the declaration the kind woman on his flight had helped him prepare—Iしてるの君—had turned tail and fled, leaving him to take the coward’s way out by switching to English and rattling off something about being Yuuri’s coach. That night, ensconced in his little room, he read his dictionary from cover to cover by the light of his phone, whispering every word aloud until the first rays of Japanese morning crept in to goad him into getting off his ass and trying again.

His trusty dictionary has seen some things; its pages are crinkled and ripped, dogeared into deformity, and the cover threatens to just up and disintegrate if he so much as looks at it wrong. It’s been his only line of defense the past year, a wrecking ball wielded in the face of countless cultural barriers, and he knows it so well that he could probably recite every single word by page number and line. Except one.

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