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By Chef Bloodstains

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Cristina, thank god you’re awake.

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Ya, for sure. what’s wrong, hun?

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I don’t know, I’m just tripping out here.

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Is everything OK?

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I guess. My parents are at the cottage for the week and I’m not used to spending the night alone. I’m a wuss. My door is open just a crack and I keep thinking I’m seeing someone in the hallway.

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I’m sure it’s your mind playing tricks on you, hun. Why don’t you turn the TV on or something? I’d come by but it’s like 2:30am and I have to work tomorrow.

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I know, I’m sorry. Do you want to hang up? I wont be offended. Look at me–a 25 year old girl waking her best friend up because she’s scared of the boogy man.

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haha, no no, I’m up now so I may as well keep you company.

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aww, thank you, love.

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No problem sexy lady. So what’s the deal? You watch a scary movie or something?

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To be honest, I have no idea what it is. Things have been a little strange starting from just before Shaun died and..

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Amy, is that what this is about?

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No, it’s not. I mean, sure, the fact that he’s gone still haunts me but that’s not what this is about. Something doesn’t feel right and I don’t know what it is.

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What do you mean, hun?

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Well it started the day after Samantha’s party. She lost her shit the next day, confessing her love for Shaun and telling me to fuck off, except not so eloquently.

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Yikes. Ya, I remember that.

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Ya, but that’s not all. Shaun began acting hostile towards me as well, even hitting me once. He’s never done that. Fuck, I didn’t even think he was capable of that.

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Amy, how come you never told me this?

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I don’t know. I didn’t want people thinking less of him. The Shaun I knew wouldn’t do that. He would never hit me and that’s why I know something was seriously wrong. Also, Ross seemed to have gone completely mental after Shaun died. There was an incident that occurred shortly after Shaun’s death which had me a little frightened. Ross had been receiving prank calls from Shaun’s phone, supposedly. It really freaked me out. A few hours later I get a call from him saying everything is fine but he doesn’t want to talk to me any more. Nothing seems to add up and I’ve been on edge ever since.

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Wow. I wouldn’t worry about Samantha–that girl has always been a little bit crazy. Shaun’s death hit everyone pretty hard. Ross was his best friend and you may have just brought back some painful memories; I’m sure he’ll come around. Besides, you still have me if yo..

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IT’S TYPING THIS CONVERSATION! WHAT THE FUCK!

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It’s typing out everything we’re saying, right as we say it. I can’t close it, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!

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That doesn’t make sense. Do you have some kind of dictation program running on something?

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Amy?

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Amy? Hun?

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Amy!

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she ran downstairs! I need to get out of here!

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Cris?

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res ipsa loquitur

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Cristina, please!

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You’re weak.

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WHAT IS HAPPENING!

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Think for a second, wretched vermin. You confide in she who does not exist; A figment of your insanity.

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Oh my God.. I’m losing my fucking mind….

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I`M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND! HAHAHAHA!

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AHHH!

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Snap out of it, Amy.

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WHO AM I TALKING TO!

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The Hell House on Kirby Road.

July 17, 2009

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If you live in Toronto, or the surrounding Greater Toronto Area (GTA), then there is a good chance you’ve heard of the “Hell House”. It’s an abandoned farm house from god knows what era that resides on the desolate stretch of Kirby Road. If I had to guess I’d say it’s from the late eighteen-hundreds to early nineteen-hundreds. The road itself has been very poorly documented with almost no archived information regarding when it was created. Kirby Road still remains mostly unpaved and unlit, almost as if it’s been completely forgotten or written off. Towards the more developed areas of Maple you can find some houses on Kirby Road but they are few and far between. Intrigued, I decided it was time to have a visit.

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Dze1rWe drove for what seemed like forever. The crunching of the gravel under the tires set an ambient tone as the rest of the car remained quiet, entranced by the limited view the headlights provided into the blackness. Locating the house proved to be more difficult than we initially imagined. The stretch of road went much further than I anticipated but it wasn’t long before we saw it–the infamous gravestone that resides next to the abandoned house. This is the gravestone of young girl named Selina who was killed in the early nineties. I believe she was struck by a car in ’93, “coincidentally” right in front of the Hell House. We stopped the car to snap some pictures of the gravestone before proceeding. The gravestone reads “Selina”, with the engraving “I’m a cute kid”. It’s definitely an odd phrase to have engraved onto a tombstone, but who knows, maybe it’s something she said frequently. In any case, there was no denying the eerie aura it evoked. We got back into the car and pressed onward until we saw the driveway. There was a parking block to keep trespassers out so it was time to continue our journey on foot.

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Flashlights in hand, we approached the house. Walking up the driveway we noticed a tool-shed out front. We tried to get in but the door was locked, and unlike the house, none of the windows were broken. I wasn’t about to start breaking doors on a supposed haunted house so we decided to leave the tool shed be and press on. The house was much larger in person than it appeared to be in pictures. The red paint was weathered, showing more wood than colour, and there was graffiti everywhere. Clearly this was a hot-spot for teenagers. We approached the dilapidated door and cautiously entered the house.

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We were greeted with strong, dense musk, that hit us like a punch to the face. The air was thick and filled with dust. We actually had to turn some flashlights off because there was too much light reflecting off of the dust particles. The floorboards creaked and bent as we took our first few steps–it did not feel safe. We had come too far to turn back now so we continued forward without a word from the group. Quietly we entered the first room; The kitchen. The wooden table and chairs remained in place as if they were still being used. The ceiling was caved in above the sink allowing us a sneak-peak upstairs. We couldn’t see much other than a dresser lined with dolls. My nerves began to get the better of me and I insisted to the group that we leave. I didn’t feel right. It felt as though I wasn’t welcome and that we were being watched. The group agreed and we turned to head back to the door.

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We reached the main hallway when Jason called out, “Sam, come down here, it’s not safe up there”. Confused I responded, “Jason, I’m right behind you, what are you talking about?”. He whipped his head around to look at me and immediately turned white–I knew something was wrong. “Jason, what happened?” I asked. He continued to stare at me without saying a word, looking ever more lifeless. I went to reach for his shoulder to try and shake the life back into him when I heard Amanda scream and run for the door. Both Jason and I turned to look in her direction and immediately decided we should follow suit. I sprinted back to the car without knowing exactly what I was running from. I met up with Jason and Amanda at the car as we all struggled to catch our breath. Jason had tears in his eyes and Amanda was pacing back and forth as if she was trying to process something. I allowed them time to settle down as I confusingly watched them. I finally asked, “Ok, what the fuck was that all about?”. With no hesitation, Jason turned to me with a paranoid look in his eyes and became defensive as if I wouldn’t believe what he was about to tell me.

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“I know what I saw, Sam, I know what I saw”, he pleaded. Amanda chimed in at this point, yelling “I saw her too!”. Terrified, I inquired, “saw who?”. They both turned to look and me; Jason did the talking. “There was a woman standing at the railing upstairs. It was dark, I thought it was you.” I tried to rationalize this and came back with “well maybe it…”, Jason quickly cut me off at this point. “NO. Don’t doubt me, Sam. I know what I saw up there and there was definitely a woman. Amanda, you saw her too! Tell her!”. Amanda proceeded “It’s true! I did see her! Sam, please let’s get out of here. I don’t feel safe, please!”. I wasn’t about to stand there and question them any further because I was stricken with fear. We got into the car where Jason struggled to get the key in the ignition. I took one last look at the house and all my doubts and rationalities about what they had just seen faded. In the window upstairs, there she stood. Her pale skin burned an image in my brain that I will never forget. Her black hair falling across her expressionless face. I didn’t say anything to anybody. The ride home was quiet.

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Weeks had gone by. We didn’t tell anyone about what we had seen that night as we all tried to forget about it. That is, of course, until I received the letter. You’re Invited!, is what the envelope read. I opened it up to find a hand-made card fashioned from a folded piece of paper; A child’s drawing decorated the front face. Inside the card, written in crayon, the text read “You’re invited to Selina’s Birthday!”. I must have sat staring at that piece of paper for what felt like an hour. There was an address on the card so I turned on my laptop and typed it in. My fears were confirmed; It was the Hell House. My blood had gone cold as I continued to read the search results, particularly the part stating that Hell House had been demolished in 2007. Two years ago.

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I didn’t say a word to anyone until now. I just wanted this to all go away. It didn’t. I received an e-mail about a week later from an unknown sender. The address was unreachable and didn’t go anywhere when I tried responding. I don’t even quite understand what it meant. Here is what the message read:

“1849666 ThE spArK ShALL nOt IGNiTe tHe fLAMe wiTHOuT tHe CATAlyST. thE CAtAlysT ShALL SPRead thE FLAmE UntIL1111 THE WOrLD bURnS. ThE DAwN of THe HaRvesT8766 6 loOms on ThE HoriZon. ThrOughCorResponDence, It ShAll be knOwn.”

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Hey Amanda


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…hi


Jason Peterson

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How are you?


Amanda Cooper

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I’m OK


Jason Peterson

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I’m doing good, thanks for asking.


Amanda Cooper

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Look, not to sound like a bitch or anything, but we haven’t spoke in like 3 years. What do you want?


Jason Peterson

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A little fucking courtesy would be nice.


Jason Peterson

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I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I messaged you because something weird is going on and you’re the only one I can talk to about it. Can you at least hear me out? Can we grab a coffee or something?


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I don’t live there anymore, Jason. I’m in North Carolina now. I moved to Raleigh to live with my mom–I needed a change of scenery.


Jason Peterson

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Shit. Can I at least call you?


Amanda Cooper

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Just tell me on here, what’s the big deal?


Jason Peterson

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I was trying to avoid telling you on here because it’s part of the problem…


Amanda Cooper

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What the hell are you talking about?


Jason Peterson

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Whatever, fuck it. Samantha (or someone) wrote about that night at the Hell House and posted it online. There are things she never told us. I’ve been receiving strange e-mails and messages and I can’t help but feel it’s all related.


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Alright, well I’m done with this conversation. Have a nice life, Jason.


Jason Peterson

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I don’t think you understand the gravity of what’s going on here. Someone has access to personal information and is posting it online. Why doesn’t this concern you?? At least go take a look at it. Please.


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No. I’ve tried really hard to forget that night ever happened. Sam can do whatever the hell she wants. Let her write about it in her stupid blog or whatever it is, I don’t care. I’m done dwelling on this so don’t you dare try and pull me back in.


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It’s not a blog. I’m not even certain Sam is the one writing it. There are links to that kid Shaun who killed himself and even Amy Hutchins. Please, just take a look, that’s all I ask.


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Fuck you. Goodbye.


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Amanda, please.

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November 10, 2011

From: (Amanda Cooper) xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

To: (Jason Peterson) Jason_Peterson@gmail.com

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Jason, I’m sorry about the way I acted a few days ago. It’s just that I’ve been trying really hard to forget about that night and I just can’t seem to shake it.

I’ve been receiving those e-mails too, but that’s not all. I received some text messages last week from Shaun (Ya, THAT Shaun). Trust me, I realize how crazy that sounds. When you mentioned his name I knew immediately that this couldn’t have been a coincidence. He sent me some pictures but I couldn’t bring myself to look at them.

I’m angry at the whole situation, not at you. I’ve spent 3 years trying to brush this under the rug but I know deep down that something is wrong. I can’t ignore this any more. Let’s try and deal with this because I can’t do it alone.

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November 14, 2011

From: (Amanda Cooper) xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

To: (Jason Peterson) Jason_Peterson@gmail.com

Subject: RE: I’m Sorry

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I said I was sorry, Jason. Please don’t leave me hanging like this.

I had a nightmare last night. I was lying in bed, unable to move. I could see my closet door opening slowly. It was way too dark to make out what was inside. Suddenly I noticed a figure crawling out across the floor; It moved like nothing I’ve ever seen. I saw a hand grab the foot of my bed… then another. Slowly it pulled itself up. That pale face–it was her. She crawled over top of me and whispered in my ear. It was something like, Repetitio est mater studiorum. Funny thing, I don’t remember waking up…


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Dear Diary,

It’s been three weeks since that night at the Hell House and the memory still haunts me every second that I’m awake. I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else and people are beginning to notice. I had to leave work early yesterday because I convinced myself that something was in the storage room–I told my manager I was feeling sick. I’m hoping this constant paranoia will subside on it’s own over time because I can’t go on living like this.


Dear Diary,

It’s 4am and I’m having trouble sleeping.. again. The rain definitely isn’t helping–I need to get out of here. Mom has been trying to get a hold of me recently and she tells me she wants me to move in with her. She’s living in Raleigh now; Maybe that’s the change I need.


Dear Diary,

I’m reaching my breaking point. I haven’t been able to sleep properly in weeks and these bouts of paranoia are beginning to threaten my social life, not to mention my job. I told dad about everything–I had to. He suggested I talk to someone about it. I’m not opposed to seeing a therapist at this point. I also spoke to mom again this morning. I think moving to Raleigh would really be the best thing for me right now. I don’t know how to tell Dad without hurting him though.


Dear Diary,

Today was my first session with Dr. Raymond. He seemed very interested in talking about my mom more than my actual problems. I think he’s trying to find some sort of deep-routed psychological issue. I don’t believe this is going to help.


Dear Diary,

I had my second session with Dr. Raymond today. He also seems to think that moving in with mom would be for the best. With Dr. Raymond’s recommendation, dad should be a little more understanding about the whole deal. Looks like I’m going to North Carolina.


Dear Diary,

I’ve been in Raleigh for about four days now. It’s good to spend time with mom again, although she doesn’t really talk much. She definitely seems much more distant than I remember. I hope moving here was the right decision.


Dear Diary,

It’s been a couple of weeks and the nightmares haven’t gone away; As a matter of fact, they have gotten worse. I’m often woken up to the sound of scratching on my door or heavy breathing coming from my closet. This may very well be all in my head but It’s driving me mad. To top it off, mom has been sleep walking. Every night around 4am, she walks into my room and sits on the foot of my bed. I’m usually already awake when this happens. She stares at me for awhile, rocking back and forth, and then leaving shortly after. I can hear her mumble to herself in the hallway but it’s difficult to make out what she’s saying. I want to go home.


Dear Diary,

FUCK YOU! This diary was supposed to help me but all it’s doing is forcing me to remember how miserable I am. Mom has been acting weird, waking up and screaming in the middle night, sleepwalking and even vomiting. I can hear her in the bathroom, sometimes for hours. What is going on here? This is going to be my last entry. I don’t want to remember any of this.



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Patient exhibits signs of schizophrenia, both physically and mentally. She has frequent lapses of concentration, often forgetting what it was we were talking about just moments earlier. These short-term memory gaps have resulted in the Patient forgetting entire sessions. According to her, she’s only been here for 2 sessions. Her brain is rejecting the therapy. I have asked her to keep a diary in an effort to consolidate these sessions.

The patient is also experiencing delusions. She continues to mention her mother and how she speaks with her on a nightly basis. The Patient’s mother has been dead for 17 years. It’s uncommon for a death to trigger schizophrenia this late but it’s worth noting. The patients description of her mother is quite unsettling as well. I fear these dark delusions may eventually lead to thoughts of Suicide.

Patient has agreed to get help but only in Raleigh so she can “see her mom”. Doctor Anne Hardwick is a long-time friend of mine and I believe she may be able to help.

I have attached a copy of a gift the patient gave me before departing. Perhaps it’s something you can ask her about.

Thank you

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Interview with author Daniel Sommers

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In chapter 6, “The Unholy Correspondence”, you talk about old-world demons making use of new-age technologies. What aspects of our current technology would they be inclined to utilize?

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The most well documented cases of demonic possession date back to the mid to late eighteen-hundreds. As you know, the world has undergone some substantial changes since then, more notably in the way of communication. The one aspect of modern-day technology that I focus on in chapter 6 is the internet–basically being able to reach millions of people with relative ease.

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My general understanding was that these cases of possession were isolated to one individual. How would having access to more people be any different?

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Professor Sommers:

Our initial assumption was that these incidents were in fact isolated to one person. We noticed certain trends, however, that now have us believing otherwise.

These incidents were isolated to certain areas, but rarely was just one person affected. Family members closest to the victim would almost always succumb to the same fate. These cases were not as well documented because they were usually written off as grief related suicides or insanity. Family members were not the only ones affected, either.

There a few incidents where we notice a rash of ritualistic murders and suicides that correspond with some reported cases of possession. We now believe these to be related.

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So what you’re suggesting is that this can be passed on like a plague?

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Similar but not quite the same. This is not an illness; There is no passing of germs or infectious bacteria. We believe it’s by association with the victim that this is perpetuated.

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Why would a being capable of such atrocities require the intervention of others? Could they not just choose anyone at will?

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Professor Sommers:

While we do not know the answer to that, we do try and associate some simple logic. If I were to ask you to think of a word off the top of your head, any word at all, it may take you a second. You have access to an entire language library, yet when asked to think of a single word, you pause. Now imagine having to string together more words, all of them unrelated to the one preceding it. This proves to be even more difficult. It’s much easier to string together related words as you can make sensible sentences far more quickly. Do you see where I’m going with this?

I don’t want to give the impression that the process is this simple because we don’t actually know. We do need a base for our assumptions, however, and this seems a logical enough place to start. We also do not believe the first victim is chosen at complete random.

Our mythology tells us that the demon must first manifest itself in our world. The demon would need to find a victim who is vulnerable. This vulnerability comes from having a weak mind and body–someone on the verge of death. Upon the victims death, the demon assumes control of their conscious state. Some theologies refer to this state as the Spirit or life energy. The demon must live in this state for years before being able to manifest itself completely. Once that happens, we believe it’s the unlucky ones who happen to stumble upon it that are chosen.

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This is truly fascinating. One final question, do you believe any of this to be real?

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Professor Sommers:

Some part of me does want to believe this is real. I’ve spent so many years studying and researching–it’s become a huge part of my life. Regardless of whether you believe this or not, it doesn’t change the fact thattyydiy w87761 558 666

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PLEASE sam I need help. There is someone in my house

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Amanda please tell me this is you. I’m trapped in my room and I can’t leave. There’s someone here and I can’t get a hold of anyone. Please help me.

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Amanda no this is Jason please help me! fuck, im going to record this. Please try and get help for me, I can’t get through to anyone else.



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Jason,

I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks, is everything OK? I left you a bunch of messages, please get back to me A.S.A.P, I’m getting worried. I may leave a few days early if I can get a flight out of Sydney. It’s gorgeous here but I’m starting to get a little home sick.

Hoping to hear from you soon,

Love you!

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I don’t know if this e-mail is going to actually send anywhere, but i just wanted to let you know that Jason probably isn’t doing too good right now. There’s this site called reddit that kind of verifies that. If it’s any consolation, the story is pretty good. 😛

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What? Who is this? Please tell me what’s going on? How did you get this e-mail?

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I’m not going to lie, you caught me off guard by writing back. This is awesome.. no disrespect, obviously. Now I need to keep hitting refresh…

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Jason? If this is a joke, I honestly don’t get it. Can you please just tell me if you’re OK? I’m worried sick and here you are just being a douchebag. Not cool.

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Hey Nicole, You don’t know me, but your correspondence is being posted online. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Jason is likely dead. If I were you I’d stay the FUCK in Sydney!

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OK, what’s going on? You’re scaring me, please tell me what this is all about. I’m worried sick.

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Cindy Watts cindy.watts5886@gmail.com

Subject: Somethings wrong

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Mum, Something is wrong. Jason isn’t answering and I’m getting these weird e-mails. Do you mind calling him for me just to make sure he’s OK? I can’t get a call out right now. Please get back to me ASAP, don’t worry about the time.

Nicole

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//is this real?

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User: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: is this real?

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Is this real? lol, sorry, I just want to see if I actually get a reply. Check out Reddit and you’ll get some answers. Please don’t kill me 😛

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient:xxxxxxxxxxxxxx@hotmail.com

Subject: Re:is this real?

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Please… I have no strength left… Just tell me what this is all about. Why do all these people have my address? Don’t ignore this, I’m begging you.

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//A word from the wise.

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User: xxxxxx.xxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: A word from the wise.

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A man can live without water, food, and for a short time, air. But he cannot live without connecting with is fellow man. This is the danger you now face. It will come for you, passing from person to person until it find an easy bridge to your location. Your best choice is to stay open, in a place it dare not show it self. For it would be far to easy for it hide in those private places were man cannot exist. Be strong, and you may yet be safe. Make onto yourself a fortress of resolve and tranquility. That is perhaps the only path to safety, if not salvation.

May the fates be more kind to you than they are to others, Bard

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User:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient:xxxxxx.xxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re:A word from the wise.

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I’m sorry, I’m terribly confused by all this. I don’t know who you are, but please help me understand what all of this is. If this is a joke, I give up–You got me. Please stop it now.

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User: Cindy Watts cindy.watts5886@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Somethings wrong

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Whats the problem hun? What kind of e-mails are you talking about? Did you guys change your phone number? I tried calling but a woman answered who didn’t quite speak english. Get back to me Nikki, you’ve got me worried now.

Mum

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Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re:A word from the wise.

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Confusion is hardly a state to regret, for it is the start of knowledge, as some one once told me. There seems to be something…following people, transmitted via contact most social. It will make you see, feel, know that which is false and most deeply desired. Perhaps, in those moments before it is able to fully break down your defenses, it even gives them to you before taking that which is most precious. For some it is their life, for others, it is another’s. Regardless, no one has be left by it unscathed.

Some are left broken shells of what they once were. Others are driven to commit the most heinous of acts upon the ones they hold dear. Still others are left to a fate I dare not describe. For now know that Jason was its most recent target, and information on it’s actions can be provided.

But fear creeps into my heart, that it is already too late for you, – Bard

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//Jason Peterson

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Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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The story regarding the old house and the old woman has been posted online bit by bit lately by an unknown source. That is how everyone is getting this e-mail address. It seems to be pulling data from text messages, call logs, emails, etc. If what it says is to be believed, your friend Jason is either dead or in extreme danger. Whatever it is that got him seems to have a control over electronic media and is not bound by any sort of rules. I would recommend that you avoid further contact for the time being. If you do feel the need to investigate this more, I recommend you do not do so alone. It only seems to strike when people are isolated. The website www.reddit.com/r/nosleep will have a great deal of information under any thread titled “correspondence”, but be wary of the user named “bloodstains”. It is tied to this somehow and I am concerned about what would happen if it was able to locate you.

Good luck. ………………..

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//here

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http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/ot6im/correspondencerevelations045/

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Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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I suggest that you RUN AWAY. Stay the fuck where you are. Stay away from Jason and the others. Start a new life. Forget everything you knew before.

Then,

You will be okay. Nothing bad will happen. Just stay away.

Please

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//Alea iacta est

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User: xxxxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Alea iacta est

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Beware of she.

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//Strength in Wisdom

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Recipient:Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Strength in Wisdom

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Listen to the Bard. He knows what he’s talking about. Jason’s gone, you can’t save him now. Just let go. If you keep reaching out, something worse than you can imagine will grasp your outstretched hand. You want to know how we know? This is being posted. Something terrifying, something horrific, is tracking you, your correspondence. Your e-mail. Your phone. This abomination is an infection and it has to spread. Deny it a host and it will fall.

Keep your chin up.

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User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: xxxxxxxxxxxx@yahoo.com

Subject: Re:Strength in Wisdom

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Who are you people? I don’t understand what you’re telling me. I’m being bombarded with information and I don’t know what to believe anymore. Jason is not gone, I don’t believe you. None of this makes any sense to me. Who’s tracking me? I’m going to get a hold of Jason, I know he’s OK.

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//I’m so, so sorry.

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User: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: I’m so, so sorry.

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But these emails are an infection being spread from person to person through communication devices. Our internetz are not safe,.and especially you, or even me, now. Disconnect yourself and it will not find you. Stay out in open to avoid this demonic cancer. And to the dead, travel fast.

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User: Jason Peterson jpwindmills@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: 165_866 6 291

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87 66 6510 adaequatio intellectus et rei

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oh my god Jason! Baby I’m coming home!

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User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Hi!

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Hi Nicole!

It’s so amazing to finally talk to you! Jason told me so much about you. I can’t wait to finally get acquainted. I’m Amanda, nice to meet you 🙂



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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Please, just stop, I beg you. This situation is hard enough without all you people bombarding me with emails. I don’t know what to think anymore, I just need to get home. Please, leave me alone. Tell your friends, too. Enough is enough.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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Hey, that’s no way to talk to someone you just met. You better watch your tone. I’ll let is slide this time… and to think, Jason said we would get along.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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You don’t know Jason. If you did, you would know that he’s in trouble right now and there’s not a damn fucking thing I can do about it. Please, just stop.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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I warned you, bitch. Watch your fucking tone with me or you’re going to get hurt.

Jason is fine. I spoke with him earlier today. Last I heard, he was taking toast for a walk.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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How do you know my dogs name? Do you really know Jason? This can’t be right.. I saw the video.. and all those emails..

Amanda, I want to believe you, but I need more proof. If Jason really is OK, can you please have him call me?



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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I’m not your errand girl. You’re really starting to piss me off, Nicole. Jason said you would be nice! HE SAID WE WOULD GET ALONG!

…now you’ve made me angry. Mom doesn’t like it when I get angry.



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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wait a second…your name, I’ve heard it before. Oh my god, yes, Jason used to talk about you. He also said you guys no longer spoke after having a falling out. Something isn’t right here… Why are you messaging me now? The timing is just too weird, Amanda. I’m sorry if you’re being genuine, but you obviously have some issues. I have issues of my own right now and I’d appreciate if you stayed out of them.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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You ungrateful little whore. You should have heard Jason scream when his eyes were ripped out his fucking skull hahaha!

Oh, lucky you, mom says she’s coming to visit. She looks so pretty tonight too! Wait until you see her dress, it’s to die for!



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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Amanda… is that you banging on my window? I’m sorry, I believe you. Please stop it, you’re really scaring me.



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

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It’s not me, it’s mom. Have more respect, bitch.

Oh, nice room!

(1 attachment)



User: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Recipient: xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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That’s from my webcam… WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!

zjFR8



User: Amanda Cooper xxxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com

Recipient: Nicole Watts nicole.jaime.watts@gmail.com

Subject: Re: Hi!

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sweet dreams, Nicole.



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January 5th, 2011

Dad,

I miss you so much. Please forgive the way I acted when you left. I blamed you for everything and I realize now that I was wrong. My life has undergone some profound changes these past few months and it’s becoming pretty clear who really matters to me.

Whenever I’m feeling down, I just think about when I was younger and you would take me to Mill Pond. You would buy me ice cream (chocolate dip) and we would spend the day watching the swans. I would obsess over how pretty they were. You would call me your little swan. As I got older I started making excuses. Suddenly spending a Saturday with dad wasn’t the cool thing to do anymore. We grew apart, but I never stopped loving you; I just wish I told you more often.

I’m hoping you could find it in your heart to forgive me. I know deep down that you will, It’s me who’s been the stubborn one. I’ve ignored your attempts to make amends and I feel terrible. I want you in my life–I think Shaun might propose. Well I don’t know for sure, but he’s definitely dropping hints. This past Halloween we dressed as a zombie bride and groom. Shaun kept saying what a beautiful bride I would make some day. I’m crazy about him. It’s difficult to be happy when I know my daddy won’t be there to walk me down the aisle.

It’s been three months since the day that changed my life forever. The day mom walked in and told me you passed away. All those things I never said, all those things I never did; I’ll never get that chance. Shaun convinced me write this to gain a sense of closure. I’m not sure if it’s going to help but it’s worth a try. I love you, dad.

Your little swan,

Amy



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You’re a fucking coward, bloodstains.


user deleted 1 month ago

bloodstains, you’re really fucking with me man. My computer does weird shit when I read your stories.


user thenewblueblood 2 months ago

You’re starting to overstep, Mr. Stains. The day we find out that this curse has passed to Raleigh, a job application pops up at my work for an Amy Hutchins. In Raleigh.



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Hi /nosleep, my name is Ben I just wanted to share something creepy that just happened to me with … someone, anyone. I’m a cook and live in Richmond Hill, Ontario. I only mention that because these stories feature Hell House, a very real landmark that used to stand in nearby Vaughan/Maple. Anyway, long time reddit reader, discovered /nosleep maybe a year ago, but haven’t checked in for a while until earlier this week, when I was lead back here by /letsnotmeet. I had never read this series of stories, posted by bloodstains, until tonight. And now … this is where the creepy shit kicks in. My computer is acting all wonky now. I’ve never had any trouble with it until tonight, but I was browsing randomly after reading these stories when it abruptly shut down. Just turned right off. I powered it back on again, and it was fine so I thought nothing more about it. But just a minute ago … Jesus, nosleep. Jesus. It shut down again. And when I booted it back up … It paused at a black screen, and this mess of text and symbols scrolled across it for what felt like 5 minutes. I couldn’t turn it off, I couldn’t hard-reset it, just more and more text. Now I don’t know if I saw anything, or if it was just my imagination, or if my computer going crazy now is just a stupid coincidence … But I’m scared, reddit. Straight up fucking scared.



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Samantha, right, she’s got this great idea to write an article on the fucking Hell House. She brings her friends, Jason and Amanda–clueless idiots who have no idea what the fuck they’re getting into. “It’ll be fun“, she said. “Don’t do it, Sam” I pleaded with her, but that girl, man, she’s so god damn stubborn. Some shit went down in there, I just know it. For weeks no one saw them. Skipping school, work and ignoring my calls. I had to show up at her door one weekend. “What happened, Sam? Don’t you dare tell me nothing“. “you were right“, she said, “we shouldn’t have gone in there“. “Well no shit“. I kept good on my word and never mentioned it to anyone. I never spoke to her again.

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A year passed and I had pretty well forgotten all about it. Between school applications and problems of my own, I just didn’t have time to care anymore. I moved away for school and cut off ties with the old gang–everyone but Shaun. Shaun and I were tight, always have been. We grew up together and were more like brothers than friends. We looked out for one another; We were family. This was important to me because my actual family was broken, torn apart by the death of my little sister. My mom blames herself since she was driving the car when the accident happened. The PTSD consumed her, becoming addicted to prescription drugs and never leaving the house. My father blamed her as well, making sure to tell her every chance he got until he finally decided to leave. Moving away was the change I needed in my life, with my only regret being that I was leaving my brother, Shaun.

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I returned home for the first time, and evidently the last time, on Halloween. It was good to see everyone again. Shaun, Amy Hutchins and a bunch of my old friends. Amy and Shaun had been dating on and off for years. I was never really fond of the girls Shaun dated, but Amy was different. Beautiful and smart, plus she made Shaun happy–what’s not to like? Amy and I always got along. I actually had a bit of a crush on her before Shaun got with her. I never told anyone. I got pretty wasted, as did everyone else. Shaun spent the majority of the night in the bathroom throwing up. I hung around Amy most of the night; A bad idea. The memory is a bit foggy, but I recall pouring my heart out to her, telling her how I used to feel about her. We started talking about my sister and I broke down. We went outside because the bar was now starting to feel claustrophobic. To be honest, I just didn’t want anyone to see me like that. Amy hugged me, and that’s when I kissed her. Even dressed as a bloody bride, she was still irresistible. She kissed me back. I can’t fucking believe I did that. How could I betray my brother like that? We agreed to not tell anyone. The guilt was killing me, but I had to leave again in two days and I didn’t want Shaun hating me. I planned on telling him eventually, I really did, but as time passed it just seemed easier not to.

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School was fucking hard, man. I was never really big on studying either. I could usually just wing it in high school and still manage to do ok. That definitely wasn’t the case here. School began to consume me, eating up all my free time. I tried my best to stay in contact with Shaun, but it was tough. I kept a blog and a facebook profile so I could at least enjoy the illusion that we were still close. The unfortunate truth was that we had begun to drift apart. My trips back home became less and less frequent and our phone calls had turned into e-mails. Shaun would often invite me back home on the long weekends to join him and some old friends on camping trips or cottage outings. This happened fairly often, so when he invited me to Samantha’s annual party, I didn’t think much of it. I regretfully refused, which he was used to at this point. The Hell House was the furthest thing from my mind, or at least it was, until Shaun e-mailed me the next day.

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Shaun told me that he and Amy got lost on some dirt road. He described a story very similar to one Samantha had told me when she returned from the Hell House. The old woman, the red barn, the desolate road. I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence. I didn’t want to frighten him or jump to any conclusions. After all, Shaun was always a bit of a prankster. As much as I didn’t want to believe any of it, I had a bad feeling. I had heard too many stories about that place. I tried to comfort Shaun while also pretending like I wasn’t really phased by it. If he was pranking me, I didn’t want to look like a gullible fool. It slowly became pretty clear that Shaun wasn’t joking.

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Shaun continued to send me disturbing e-mails, all of them making me feel more uneasy about the whole situation. The messages began to look distorted with repeated phrases and entire sections written in Latin. One of the e-mails mentioned my little sister which pushed me over the edge. Maybe Shaun found out about Amy and I and this was his way of getting back at me? I didn’t care, I told him to go fuck himself and stopped replying. Amy called me a couple of weeks later. Shaun had gone missing. I knew right then and there that something sinister was at work. I took the first train back home. I received a phone call while on the train; Shaun was dead. He killed himself.

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My blood went cold. I couldn’t focus on anything else Amy was telling me because my ears were ringing. I hung up–I didn’t want to hear any more. The details were horrific. This was no ordinary suicide. I knew Shaun better than anyone and there was something definitely wrong here. Was this related to the Hell House? All those stories surrounding that place were running in the back of my mind. It couldn’t be related, right? Someone was really dead and I’m about to blame it on some fucking horror story? No way, there had to be someone behind this and I was going to find out who, or at least that’s what I thought.

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I was on my laptop when it started fucking up. The screen went black repeatedly, filling up with white error text. I tried to get a call out but my phone was dead, followed by a huge power surge. Bang, all my lights turned off. What the fuck was happening? I got up to try and figure it out. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Banging coming from upstairs! Was it my door? Was someone running on the main floor? All of the sudden the power went back on. With my phone dead and my computer open to my blog screen, I pleaded for help. The power went out again. Scared out my mind, I turned around to go upstairs. That’s when I saw her standing behind me.

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Even in the pitch-black basement, I could see her standing there. I screamed but nothing came out. I tried to run, but I couldn’t. I blacked out. I remembered small flashes after coming to. I remembered typing something. I remembered cutting myself. I remembered the pain. I remembered the blood. I remembered waking up in a field with no idea how I got there.

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I can’t stop running. I spend my nights in motels and most my days begging for money and food. I still see her. She visits me at night. She shows me things that I don’t want to see. Sometimes she’s the old woman that came to me in my basement. The woman that haunts me whenever I close my eyes. The woman is still manipulating me today. Sometimes she’ll appear to me as something else entirely. Bloody wedding dress, white makeup and black eyes. Amy Hutchins; My guilt; My secret. She’s telling me that there is a way out. I need to do a few things for her first.

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The first is write out everything I can remember that lead me to this point. I need to share it with as many people as I can. If you’re reading this, I’m sorry.

The next is more involved. She wants me to kill A66 543ma85.66nda Co:;//oper6117.

The final thing is 5.6 66.8 14:;//[fatal error]

sincerely, Ross Meyer



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Amanda continues to reject the therapy. Her delusions have gotten much worse and she has become violent. I am requesting that she be transferred to Doctor Derek Hunt who has more experience in dealing with violent patients.

Please note that the patient has not been responding to conventional methods. I will attach my notes and transcriptions.

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Dr. Hardwick: Good morning Amanda.

Amanda: Who are all those people in my room?

Dr. Hardwick: Those are the nurses. They’re here to help you.

Amanda: Why are they in my house? I didn’t agree to this.

Dr. Hardwick: We talked about this honey, you’re not at home.

Amanda: Liar!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, please sit down.

Amanda: Fuck you! [screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, settle down.

Amanda: [screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, stop it! Honey, please stop it, you’re tearing your hair out!

Amanda: Don’t fucking touch me!

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Dr. Hardwick: Amanada, honey, how are you feeling today?

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda?

Amanda: What is that?

Dr. Hardwick: This here?

Amanda: Yes.

Dr. Hardwick: It’s a recorder. Remember we discussed recording our sessions?

Amanda: Turn it off.

Dr. Hardwick: Are you sure? Why don’t we give it a try and see how it goes. If you’re still feeling uncomfortable, I’ll turn it off. What do you say?

Amanda: Fine.

Dr. Hardwick: So how have you been?

Amanda: Do you really care?

Dr. Hardwick: I do.

Amanda: I’ve been fantastic. Fucking fantastic.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m sorry, Amanda, I just want to make sure you’re handling the transition well.

Amanda: I know what you’re doing here. You’re not fooling anyone.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m sorry?

Amanda: He sent you. If you try anything, I’ll fucking kill you.

Dr. Hardwick: Who sent [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: Do you understand me? I’ll rip your throat out.

Dr. Hardwick: No one sent me, Amanda. I promise. Who would have sent me?

Amanda: Don’t lie to me.

Dr. Hardwick: I’m not lying.

Amanda: Ross.

Dr. Hardwick: Who’s Ross?

Amanda: MEYER! ROSS – FUCKING – MEYER! Get out! Get out of my room!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, I promise you no one sent me. This is my office, you’re safe here. Would you like to go back to your room? If you’re not feeling like cooperating today then maybe we can try again tomorrow.

Dr. Hardwick: Is that what you want, Amanda?

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda?

Amanda: Where am I?

Dr. Hardwick: You’re in my office.

Amanda: This is my house! You came here!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda, we talked about this.

Amanda: MOM!

Dr. Hardwick: Is your mom here?

Amanda: Of course she is. You’re in her fucking house!

Dr. Hardwick: How has your mom been?

Amanda: Ask her yourself, she’s right behind you.

Dr. Hardwick: Well hello Miss Cooper. Can she hear me?

Amanda: She doesn’t like you.

Dr. Hardwick: Are you sure? I think your mom and I would get along great. Is she willing to give me another chance?

Amanda: No.

Dr. Hardwick: Well I [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: She wants me to kill you.

Dr. Hardwick: Amand.. [Amanda interrupts]

Amanda: Leave now before you get hurt.

Amanda: NOW!

Dr. Hardwick: Well it’s obvious this isn’t working today, Amanda, so I’m going to send you back to your room and we can do this again tomorrow.

Amanda: [Screaming]

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda sit down!

Dr. Hardwick: Amanda!

[Glass shatter]

Dr. Hardwick: Stop it! Help!

[Indestinguishable screaming]

[Door slam]

[Male voices]

Dr. Hardwick: She’s biting me, please get her off! [Screaming]

Male Voice: We’re taking her back to her room. Are you alright?

Dr. Hardwick: I’ll be fine, please just get her out of here.

[Recorder Stopped]



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Sender: (Anne Hardwick) xxx.xxxx@hollyhill.com

Recipient: (Derek Hunt) xxxxxxxxx@hollyhill.com

Subject: Transfer Request

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Derek,

I haven’t heard from you regarding the transfer request and Amanda is no longer in her room. Did you have her relocated? You better not hurt her, Derek! I’ll kill you, do you hear me?! I’ll kill you! Don’t hurt my little girl!

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from GinNMiskatonics sent 1 month ago

Good Story

Awesome job with the story man, I’m really enjoying it. I know you don’t typically respond to people on here, but if you could just respond to me, I’d appreciate it. There has been some strange occurances this past month that coincide with when I started reading your stories. There has 2 attempted break in’s at around 4 am and my daughter keeps telling me that she’s seeing a woman in our yard. I know it’s a probably a huge coincidence, but if you could just ease my mind a bit, I’d appreciate it. Thanks and keep it up!



from Bitemarkz sent 3 hours ago

You Crazy Bastard

Dude, I love you. This shit is really hitting close to home though. My girlfriend mentioned in passing that there was an elderly woman on our porch last night. There is a good chance she’s fucking with me since my laptop has your stories bookmarked and she probably just stumbled on it. In any case, I’m scared shitless and I love you for that. I can’t remember the last time a story on nosleep kept me up at night.



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from DancingRumBunny sent 4 minutes ago

Amazing Story Yields an Important Question

I will admit to feeling a rush of excitement whenever I see that you have put a new post up. The longevity and ongoing superb storytelling that your posts hold is amazing. But I have to ask if there may be some truth to this story. Sparked by curiousity the other night, I decided to do some research on Hell House, and found that much of the information in your stories is accurate. While researching, though, I looked up and could have sworn that I had seen a person standing in my backyard, which was unusual for a number of reasons; first off, it was near three in the morning, and most people in my town are asleep by then, second, my backyard is completely fenced in, by a 7 foot fence, mind you, so that makes it more strange that someone may have been back there. Naturally, I looked the fuck away and stared intently at my computer screen until I felt safe enough to flee to my bed and cower under the blankets. This could have been just a coincidence, but I would still like to know if your stories are just that, stories, or if they’re legit.



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Submitted: /r/nosleep 1 month ago

Selfpost: Starting to get scared

Hey guys, I want to start off by saying I love this sub. Everything about it is cool, scaring each other is awesome, and I don’t want to break any illusions but things have been getting… weird lately. Last week, after seeing a movie and hitting the bar, my wife and I were driving to my mom’s house to pick up our daughter. I’m a little drunk at this point, so I’m teasing her, especially at red lights, and I begin kissing her neck. She’s doing the ‘oh you’re so bad routine’ and I stop. Not because it’s inappropriate to tease her while driving (and it probably is, but fuck that. She’s gorgeous and I love every minute we spend together) but because there’s an old woman standing at the crosswalk staring at us. Kinda weird, but I’ve been caught doing nastier things in much more inappropriate places. Besides, I’m drunk, what do I care.

Fast forward to five days ago, I just get out of work and head over to the day care to pick up my little girl. Smoking a cigarette in my car waiting for her to get out. I go to flick the butt away and notice an old woman standing by the playground. Staring. I don’t even think about the other night, I just get a little creeped out some old lady is staring, unblinking. But whatever, she’s probably senile right? My little pumpkin gets out and we’re on our way.

That night I’m woken up by the sound of breaking glass. Let me tell you, I’m not a violent guy. Been in only 2 fights my entire life. But believe me when I say the sound of breaking glass at 4am with your wife beside you, and your daughter in the next room, definitely gives you a “defend the pack” mentality. We don’t live in a shitty part of town, but it’s not upscale either. So I never thought to keep a bat or weapon near the bed, however, my sleep-deprived adrenaline addled brain figured a large glass encased Yankee candle would do the trick.

Lizbeth wakes up once I’m out of bed but I hush her and slowly move into the hallway. I shouted something, probably about the police, to deter any robbers. Turns out it worked. Sorry to be anticlimactic, but all I found was some broken glass by the front door. Nothing all that interesting, but I’m not addressing r/nosleep for a simple failed b & e.

Cops were called and nothing came of it. Life goes on, right?

Well the next day I pick my pumkin up from daycare again. As per the daddy standard I ask how her day was (I don’t care about snack time and making turkies out of hand outlines but I do love her, so those kinds of things start to matter.) And she hands me a crayon drawing. This is the first time my heart stops. The first time things start clicking. What she handed me is a crude child’s drawing, but unmistakably, an old woman, standing outside a window.

I have to ask her “who is this sweetie?” To which my little girl replies “the lady in our yard. I think She likes to watch me play”

Now Reddit, nosleep… I love you but this is my family so I’m a little scared. I know we can’t break the fourth wall but I need you to tell me it’s just a story. Correspondence is just a creepy story, right?


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Recipient: KBPrinceO

Hello, I recently submitted a link to r/nosleep. I think it was eaten by the spam filter. I can’t find it in my profile either. I tried resubmitting but got the same problem. Thanks in advance!


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Recipient: nobody554

Trying to get in touch with a mod but I’ve apparently been unsuccessful so far. None of my submissions are going through and I’ve gotten no response from anyone. If it’s because I’m breaking the rules I understand, but I’m scared and need some kind of answer.


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Submitted: /r/scary 4 days ago

Selfpost: Correspondence Update

“Here is the update I promised. My girlfriend took this pic through the window. It was snowing pretty hard and it`s blurry as fuck so I apologize for the quality. There is clearly a figure in the middle of our yard. Seriously, Reddit, fuck this story.

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