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“If you cant get the chair to come up, you just leave it on the ground.”

Another shell! This one being from AlanTutorial.

The ramblings of a mad man

I bet you are wondering why. Why, what? That’s not important but I know that you are going to look for some reason this is here, some “why”.

I know you are going to look for some hidden meaning to the words I’m telling you right now. If you so truly need some message, some meaning, some enlightenment from the words I speak to you, then let me tell you a story. A story you may understand from the outside but you might miss what lies just below the surface, the true meaning of this tail I so read it over once, twice, thrice, as many times as necessary until you find it. And I implore you to tell me what “why” you saw in this little tale of mine.

“Once there was a man who loved to explore. Explore what, everything and anything. If it had the hint of adventure he’d be there. On his travels he came across a small town, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. This town is in a forest but is also on the edge of the densest part that of said forest.

The man sees interest in the forest but isn’t dumb enough to go into it blind. He instead goes to the local tavern and asked about the forest.

‘That forest behind the town?’ the bartender says, ‘It is known as the wondering woods because once you’re in it is almost impossible to get out. I also hear that somewhere in there is a supposed cave that hasn’t been explored before.’

Once the man heard about the cave, he was set. The next morning he would set out into the forest to find himself another adventure.

The next morning he set out. Before he went he took a look at the library to see if he could find more information about the place but, surprisingly, there was none.

He started off early in the morning, forgetting to tell someone where he was going due to shear excitement. The first part of the journey was easy, the forest was noticeably thicker but it wasn’t that bad. As he got deeper though, it got darker and darker, to the point where he needed a flashlight. Luckily he wasn’t dumb enough to leave without one, though he thought he would need it for the cave, not the forest. Even though it was dark it was even more beautiful in an eerie kind of way. He sensed some light sense of foreboding but chocked it down to be a part of the charm.

He continued to explore even deeper. It didn’t get darker but a light fog started to roll in, making him fell his sense of foreboding even stronger but adding to the beauty, eeriely beautiful some would say.

He seemed to move slower, entranced lightly, by the forest around him. As he moved forward he didn’t seem to pay attention to where he was going like before. Almost as if the forest itself was guiding him somewhere.

Some, unknown, amount of time passed before he realized where he was. He somehow ended up at the enterance of the cave, but it took him a few minutes to realize. The cave enterance was a hole in the ground at the base of a small hill. If you weren’t paying attention you would have walked right past it.

The man became very excited but for some reason, he couldn’t show it. He wrapped a rope around a tree and tied it off. He then threw the other end into the opening, listening to see if it hit the ground. After a clue of seconds, the rope hits the ground, still in a bundle.

To him, that is a good sign. That means that it isn’t a shear drop, instead it means that it is far enough to use a rope but it won’t kill him if he fell. So he started to climb down, being careful not to fall, he may not die but it’ll hurt pretty bad. He makes it to the bottom and looks around a little.

He now realizes that there is much more light here than the rest of the forest. He looks up and sees a part in the trees large enough to light up the area he is standing in but no more, past the entrance of the cave just a clue feet too high to climb out. The rest of the cave is pitch black and the light of his flashlight seemed to be eaten by the darkness.

He slowly proceeds forward, only able to see a couple feet in front of him. The hardest part in the beginning was the pile of rubble that was right under the opening. Everything seemed to lightly decline and there weren’t many loose rocks but the ground was very uneven and the ground would have cut up his feet if he wasn’t wearing boots. On his way through he put up blue reflective markers that would be easily seen when a light is shined on it.

After a while the ground quickly changed. Everything became uneven, rocky, and unpredictable. Instead if a light decline, the ground went up and down almost as if it was being made at random as he went along.

Eventually he came along a piece of ground the quickly went downwards and was covered with loose rocks, looser than the man realized. When he took a step on them they instantly slipped and so did he. He fell down the slop hitting his head when he hit the bottom. He lied there for a minute or two, in water up to his waist.

When he finally got up, he realized just how cold it was. He could see his breath and he could feel the chill slowly seeping into his body. Before he knew it, he was shivering. He went to turn his flashlight back in to find that it was brocken…

There was no way for him to see. His heart rate increased quickly, his breathing became rapid, he started to panic. He looked around to see something, anything but he couldn’t. No matter how much he tried, no matter how much he searched he couldn’t find a thing and he didn’t have another flashlight.

In his panic he tried to find his way out but to no avail. Eventually he slowed down, started to become tired and his ankle started to hurt, hurt more than anything he had ever felt before, like there was a knife stuck in his ankle and salt got into it and still worse. What the man didn’t know is that when he fell into the water, his ankle broke but the combination of the water and the cold he never felt it.

He tried to limp around farther but he couldn’t. So he took out his final marker and hung it, then he sat down in that spot. If someone where to stumble upon him they would see the red marker and hopefully find him.

He waited and waited and waited. As he did eventually he started to see a faint light at the edge of his vision. He would yell thinking it was flashlights he yelled for hours as the lights got brighter and brighter but eventually he gave up, chocked it down to a trick of the mind.

As he sat there longer and longer, the lights got brighter and brighter. Then they disappeared, but that’s when the voices started. They started out as less than a whisper, unable to be properly heard. As they turned into a tangible whisper, the words where encouraging, like people where searching for him and the light came back but it was like flashlights shinning just around a corner. He would have crawled after them but he was too exhausted to move.

He instead tried to yell again, even though his throat was extremely scratchy and was on the verge of loosing it. He screamed and screamed until he couldn’t any more. After he lost his voice the voices continued to get louder as they got louder the voices became more and more aggressive. Once the voices became more of yelling they were saying things like ‘you deserve this’ and then they’d laugh afterwards.

By the time anyone found him he was long dead. Ends up that the red marker did help the others find him.“

Did you expect my tale to have a nice ending, ha! Not every story will have a happy ending, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. I’m sorry to say if you thought this be true. But I don’t really care, I mean I’m crazy after all, ha ha ha…

But I truly do wish to know what you think this story means, what “why” you see in the words I speak and if you can’t I’d gladly tell you what I see and maybe some enlightenment behind why I wish to share.

Courtesy of a mad man.

An Inking project I did for Methods and Materials class.

This scared more people than I thought...

Abandoned dairy farm

Northern State Asylum in Sedro Wooley Washington

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski.

Reading this book requires rotating it around, holding it upside down and paging through countless footnotes of fictional references. I'm really enjoying it so far and I strongly reccomend it if you love horror!

creepy chrysanthemum heeeey

I understand.

(Same drawing but with better quality... hope yo like it)

Loving this creepy art, inspired by Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark!

“evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.” - criminal minds

and he sat at the oncologist waiting room as life dimmed outside

dear mr sandman… …

🪦🥀📽

PASS IT ON

Its the catch of the day. hahaha get it. anyways college is making me crazy here's a fish

-[laughs]

you wake and see this. you are unable to move from the fear...

complete the story if you want to ^~^

the noodle man, 1865.

he calmly asks you for noodles, when ignored, he'll wrap you with his sloppy noodle-like tentacles. maybe he choked while eating them.

Day 2

Wip

trash man emerging from his den

“You’re not tied up, here comes the train

the tracks feel safe because you know ‘em

And if you stay it’s going to hurt much worse

you’ll still be left behind…”

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Funeral by Tele Novella

landscapes that don’t exist

Continuing on that note I feel that there is also horror in surviving these encounters. There the death that’s awful but there is also fear in knowing that you experienced that while all others died. We live in a society we’re people are getting hurt left and right while others never can’t even imagine that pain. It hurts to know people died, or even that people live through this and we just sit here, as they do work that will probably bring us something that we won’t even think is that important, even with all the blood it holds.

changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.

I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.

Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.

No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.

But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?

12-31-2022, 10 AM

“There’s beings that seem to be drawn to dying Tower Beasts…?”

(Felt like painting something moody with one of my foxes, yayyy)

I Can See Everything