The Channel Secret

There is a legend circulating around the television industry.

This is the Canal ∞, it is difficult to access it, but not impossible and the reports of those who managed, are varied. They say great figures managed to access it, and that was the real reason for their success. It is a ritual that can reveal valuable information you can show you the way of power, but can also have its consequences. I'll tell you how to get there and then what to do.

First you will need:

A flat, preferably an analog or older you can.
A remote control, need not be exactly control the TV, can be any other.
Turn on the TV and put in any static channel, or just be in blue or black screen. Basically just put in some channel that does not receive signal.

Get out of your house for three hours, but keep the TV off. If you have another person in the house, you should go out with you. It is also important and recommended call other friends back to his house.

During those three hours, you will need to purchase some items. None are required, but may be useful. I will list the items in order of importance.

A beloved item for you;
Two mirrors. Should be small as pocket mirrors;
A deadly knife of at least 25 cm;
A book that you've read;
A mobile device;
A key;
A hammer or mallet;

After spending three o'clock, return to your home and to the bedroom or living room where the TV is. Close the door, stare at static screen until you feel disoriented and dizzy. Call your friends to join.

Give wanted item for you for the person to whom you most care about, then ask for everyone to withdraw. If you did not catch a loved item, you must whisper a secret in your ear.

Have everyone leave the room and no way to open the door again, does not matter what happens, do not care what they listen, DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR!

(Note .: The more friends you call, you will be safer, but more risks they run)

Stand with your back to TV and hold the mirrors in front, one in each hand, one reflecting the the static and the other reflecting his face. Stay still until a question appears on the screen. If you did not bring the mirrors, sit with your back to TV until you hear a noise coming from it.

Peque the remote control. There will be a question any screen. Press button to advance to the next channel to answer yes or press the kicking to the previous channel to answer no. Will be in all 26 questions, your answers must be honest. Can range from trivial issues to deep personal philosophical questions. You answer all questions honestly, or you will not succeed in reaching the Channel ∞.

After the questions, one of three things will happen:

Or your favorite show of all time will start on a completely new episode, however, with all the characters are dead.
Or will wind vortex surround you and you will be pulled to an alternate dimension. If this happens, you will be stuck there and need the phone, key, book and hammer to get out. I will not tell you what to do, you'll have to find out for itself if necessary.
Or perhaps the image of the person you least like among your friends will appear on the TV screen. You will jam the knife on television, which is not obvious to hit the glass, but the piece of plastic or wood depending on the TV.

After this, you will have achieved the Channel ∞.

The screen shows a navigation menu with links such as "The meaning of life" or "hidden powers of the mind" between several questions that no science could answer. Choose one to get the answer.

If you keep watching static, not disorient or break eye contact with the television, you will see a series of images is deciphered, revealing the answer of the question that you would most like to respond.

There are still many things to unravel this ritual. Just do what you think should be done. You can find really good things, but some will be bad. You can leave the room at any time.

However there are two points of attention. You can never tell anyone the answers found after accessing the channel ∞ and you can only access the canal∞ four times in his life.

I hope you find your answers.

The Collector of Fossils

The night was dark, while running with my car, I saw the window one woman walking, small, hasty, but also could, eleven at night, around here was really dangerous.

I approached her with the headlights in the half light, and when he saw me, she tried to run, but as he looked back, eventually hitting a fence and falling. Quickly got out of the car and bring me more, I realized that was the kind of woman I liked, light skin, straight hair, green eyes (do not know why, but green eyes fascinate me, rather seem to show a person's soul) she was still awake, but with three kicks to the head, solved this problem.

The street was deserted so I had no trouble tying her wrists and put it on my passenger seat, also taped her mouth, not to take any chances. I drove out of town, towards the 'my song', which is actually inherited shed my father, but that was down to half of last year.

Upon arriving will 200 meters from my corner, I turned off the lights, and follow idling, entering the gate was already open. Car went down, I closed the door and turned on the lights.

Ah! As it fascinated me, there was debris in most of the space, but in a corner, MY CORNER, everything was in order, my litter, leather bracelets, my utensils.

I opened the passenger door, and took a few slaps in the face of my new friend to wake up, I'd like to do this with them awake, gave more excitement.

Upon waking those beautiful green eyes showed a lot of panic, which increased my expectation just get that, and see how much she could handle.

I dragged her by the hair to the sound of grunts to the stretcher and as she was still trying to escape, I gave him two good punches that seemed to calm her. I lifted it and placed on the stretcher, was not heavy, 50 pounds at most. Buckled the straps on his arms and legs, and let her gag, she was still strong for it to be removed and clamor for sure.

She turned those beautiful green eyes from one corner to another trying to see where he was, and what was going on. I asked her to calm down, that it would end soon.

I prepared myself putting an apron, rubber gloves and glasses (those that doctors use in their surgeries) and headed to the mobile stand. I put some things on it, and drag it beside the stretcher, a distance where he could comfortably reach without lift.

She already was again agitated, and decided to start soon. With a scalpel tore her blouse, leaving her prey only the sleeves, and watched as her belly was flat, her full breasts, her protruding bones.

I left the knife on the counter, and grabbed a butcher knife, long, thin and very sharp. I held her right breast, and with a dry cut, ripped it. Although it was more pleasant, could not do it at length because spoil their subsequent use (do paperweights with those beautiful breasts, removing his flesh, and supplementing with something to give weight).

By cutting her breast, she moaned, high, but only I could hear, because beyond the gag, I listened to music (This is Hallowen - Marilyn Manson, which was my favorite for those hours). I looked at her and smiled, and those beautiful green eyes, I saw the pain he felt, and that made me laugh, and say, that could endure a little longer.

After cutting the other breast in the same way, she cried, and the blood stained all my apron. This was one of my favorite parts, blood gushing, messing all around, remnants of life leaving a person and incorporating other property.

Realizing that she had fainted, I got up and looked for a shot of adrenaline, because what's the point of doing this, if one can not share with you your joy?

I waited adrenaline take effect, and note that she was awake again, and sat back to enjoy myself.

This time I used the scalpel and played with her belly, deep nothing, just drawing on your skin, and seeing the fear in his eyes widening.

But on an impulse, or thirst for blood, do not know, I pressed the knife against the side of your body, and just as quickly removed it. Blood flew again, I put my finger in the cut, and to see the red gloves, put it in his mouth. That taste of rust, bitter, made my heart throb of euphoria, and decided to give out what once ...

I dragged my chair to his legs, and with a reinforced saw, began the hard work of dismembering her feet and knees, as these would go to my collection of 'fossil'.

After that it did not expect much, just that he was alive, but knew it would not take much time for the bleeding of cuts ...

So I got out of my chair, and leaned on his chest (open, bleeding, could see his heart beating eagerly) and saw that his eyes still contained life, which made me, 'this is strong' remember thinking.

So I took on the bench a mini drill, he had bought that afternoon at a hardware store, to try a new ending.

By connecting the drill bit his eyes moved toward her, and then dug its tip twisted forehead, right in the center, making a single red hole, leaked blood for about fifteen minutes.

And while the metal destroyed the bone of his skull, watched his eyes lose the soul, life. The same eyes I see now, within this pot sitting in my chair. For today I can no longer go out and hunt, my old age does not allow me more, but I can go back to all 19 in my memories, and experiences them, with the same emotion when made.

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The Mobile Game

Hello. You can call me "Jack". It is not my real name, but for now it is enough that you need to know. I think it's time for me to tell my story. Believe it or not, that's the truth. I hope you learn from my mistakes, even if you ignore all this like the other 98% who listen to my story to the end. But there is more truth to this story than any of you can imagine.
Now, I'm out of school for three years, but rather a particular event occurred then I'll have to go back in time to tell the story.

First, my first two and a half years of high school, I studied at a school in the deep part of South America, near the Gulf.

Grew up listening to all kinds of scary stories and if there is a lesson that our super conservative parents taught us was that: never play with unknowns.

Until then I was very unpopular in my school. My first two years of high school were a real pain, because I was a big jerk and everyone laughed at me. I was lonely ... And all I was really doing in class was to play my Game Boy all day before rushing home to play an RPG that was hooked.

Everything changed during my first year, when we moved to the west.

I started attending a Catholic school with no more than 250 students. It was then that I finally got to fit in and make friends. No one here knew how stupid I was at another school, so I chose to "change my personality" and tried to make friends for the first time in my life. And who knows, maybe even get a beautiful girlfriend if you're lucky.

I began to meet people at school. In such a small school, you get to know everyone in your class.

My first day I made a new friend named Sam ... And at lunch, I chose to sit with him and his friends. He told me all about the other children in school - who was more popular, athletes, and so on.

He introduced me to his friends, too: Jim, a great guy who had an average of 10 in all matters, Vogelman the nerd and hacker Thomas and a musician who played guitar in a band.

I also met Stephanie, Asian and brave girl. Some of the boys said she was a bitch, but it would look cool enough. For some reason she thought I was funny and so we begin to find after school.

Sam told me many stories about her, as she used to do some snacks and sprinkle all with Viagra or poured laxatives, they ate and suffered the impact and spent hours in the bathroom. I just laughed politely and never accepted the things she offered me to eat, afraid to be some catch it.

There was also Rottenbacher. His real name was Jason, but everyone always called him "Rottenbacher" or "German" because he was a Nazi hardcore. He was rejected and lonely. No one wanted to be his friend. Every day he wore a red swastika armband under his coat where teachers could not see.

In addition, on Halloween and school fantasy events he always went with his Nazi uniform and long SS boots.

In fact it was a distressed bitch. Whenever we had history lesson and the teacher asked him about Nazism, he shouted racial or ethnic slurs, he left the classroom shouting "Heil Hitler!"

In addition, a peculiar thing called my attention, was limping as he felt a lot of pain. Sam told me that someone once saw hit a barbed cilice in the locker room of a Catholic Church, as his was to punish for their sins.

It was a Catholic school, so people believed that it was just a devout Christian. It was kind of strange for a Hitler hardcore lover like Rottenbacher, but as I was engaged in high school did not give much importance.

After he finished to introduce myself to all his colleagues, Sam told me some stories of the old school - including an urban legend that circled over the city, a girl who died mysteriously after playing something called as "The mobile game". If you asked someone what happened, no one could anything relevant. Always said it was because she played "The mobile game"

Sam, Stephanie lane, Nazi Rottenbacher, The mobile phone game, the police investigation into the disappearance of teenager. All these people and events were about to come together to take me to a place that at least want to be.

Anyway, the second half and went in a flash it was the last year of high school.

Everyone was back for the new school year, pumped to start the laziest and most fun year of our high school lives. Even Rottenbacher, still limping around the school made in barbed cilice, still spouting his Nazi trash every time someone messed with it.

The year began strangely quiet. Two more cases of disappearance had happened at school and the police were already suspicious of a possible serial killer. According to the newspaper, the only thing in common that the police had found, was that each person who disappeared had received a text message that said, "Welcome to the game." But how messages had been sent to different people the police dismissed this information.

For me, things finally were not going badly. It was this year that I finally began to open up with several people. I made great friendships and for once I did not feel alone. Gradually, I began to fit me into several groups and it made me a popular person.

Stephanie always with me because he thought me funny and for some reason she liked my jokes. There was a day - I still remember as one of the happiest of my life - she came to me in the middle of campus after school and looked at me with those beautiful Asian eyes and long hair, black eyes and a wonderful smile. I had never seen her so beautiful, she with a little shy way asked:
- Jack, you ... Would you be my boyfriend?

I smiled, jumped for joy at this. - Of course! Of course - I said, then we kissed in front of everyone. I finally had a girlfriend. I still remember that was one of the happiest days of my life, if not the most happy. We went out after school, went to the cinema, dated at her house and mine.

Maybe I would not be so happy if I knew what would happen in the coming days.

It was a day at lunchtime, she was sitting with us, when she mentioned that on a night with her friends they were talking about the legend of "The Mobile Game". She said that these girls knew all about the rules of the game and had explained everything to her in great detail.

Supposedly, you can join the game at any time was only send a text message at midnight for the correct phone number. The text message should say: "I wish to have the power to curse people." If you work, you will receive a message back saying: "Welcome to the game" and supposedly this was the reason given to police about the disappearance.

Stephanie talked more about the game and pay attention to what she was saying.

She told us that once someone is within the game, it runs the risk of life. Within two weeks they would be subject to different tasks or else they would be dragged into the night.

I interrupted her - Dragged? How come? Where?

She was silent for a while before answering.

- I do not know - she whispered before continuing his story.

She said there were two ways to not be drawn:

The first was finding an item of special protection. The item can be anything. You never knew what was going to be, but had to be some item that always should always accompany you and would be hurting you causing you pain. This was a small price depending on the time of life you have left.

The second way was to bring someone to the game. This could be done by sending a text message saying "Welcome to the game" for anyone you know personally. If someone received a text message from someone else who was in the game, then it meant that person was now in the game too, and subject to all the same rules and consequences of gambling. If one does not find a protective item yourself, or bring another person to the game, then they would also be dragged.

The problem with this second form is as follows: While the protective item protect you indefinitely. Bring someone to the game, only increases the time for you to find a protective item for another two weeks. If then bring someone else just one week. Eventually, the grace period would be getting shorter. And at that time you would have to find your protection item.

Even if it look like an episode of X-Files, I did not like to hear her talk about these things, so I told her that was a lot of nonsense.

- Do you really think silly? - She asked. If that is true imagine how cool it would be able to curse anyone who messed with you, bringing them to the game! You could get rid of anyone and no one would ever know it was you.

I had never heard Stephanie talking like that. It almost seemed insane at the thought of revenge. Truth be told, it scared me a little.

So I told her - We should not go play with things beyond our understanding. And if you get involved with this and found out that it is true? I do not know what I would do if something happened to you! Promise me you will not mess with these things!

She gave me a funny look - I never thought you'd be the kind of person is afraid of these silly things, Jack.

- Well, I just do not think it's right tinker with things you do not understand - I looked worried for her - Now promise me Stephanie. Promise you will not try this.

She sighed - All right, all right. I will not try to play mobile game. Are you happy now?

I said yes, but truth be told, I was scared. I did not believe her. In all that time we were together I never suspected that she was lying to me or to betray me, but I could see in her eyes that she would try this game. But this time it was serious.

Then a few days later, she approached me and said he had entered the mobile game, I annoyed me.

-What Are you thinking, Stephanie? You promised me you would not!

- Yes, yes I know! But it's no big deal. I already have everything planned. In addition, if true and work, will be an opportunity that I would not let go.

She held up her cell phone and said - See for yourself.

A text message is opened on the screen that said, "Welcome to the game."

- Half weird, right? I received right after I sent the text at midnight, and the girls said.

My jaw dropped. I was speechless and terrified. This game can not be real, right?

- Stephanie, if this is real, then you are in danger now. You only have two weeks to find your protection item.

- I know. That's why I sent the text to Rebecca. I'll find out if the game is real or not!

- You did what? But Stephanie, if this is real, then it means that you can be a killer! Rebecca could now die because of you! -

-Relaxe, Jack. I really do not believe any of these things. But just in doubt, Rebecca was always a bitch. I realized the way she looked at you during class. She gave the same giggle malicious her that I always loved. But this time, I did not feel comfortable with it.

A few weeks passed and nothing happened. But then, one day, Rebecca did not show up at school. At lunch time, Stephanie was sitting around us, as usual, when the assistant principal gave a warning with his megaphone.

- I ask a little attention, please - All was silent. - The police informed us that one of his colleagues, Rebecca, this disappeared.

Stephanie golden skin was white. She froze.

- Their parents are worried many. If any of you know anything about this, please come talk to me after class. For now it is.

- Stephanie ... - I whispered. I was very afraid for her. I was too afraid of what she might do. She looked at me and said - Do not say anything.

She got up and ran out of the cafeteria. I chased after her.

- Stephanie! Stephanie! What are you doing?

She kept running me then pulled his phone from his pocket.

- Do not try to stop me, Jack. To survive I will need more time. I can stay another week if I put someone in the game, and this will give me three weeks to find.

- Stephanie, listen to this saying, you think of cursing now? Would you kill someone else for a little extra time? Look what happened to you!

She began to cry.

- I know fuck! But I know who I'll curse. No one will miss him, I promise.

- Stephanie, that's not right. You can not do that. No one deserves that. Let me help you! We can find a protective object for you, together!

She turned around and showed me his cell phone. She had just sent a message that said: "Welcome to the game."

She sent for Rottenbacher.

I started to cry. I grabbed her as tightly as I could. - Stephanie, Stephanie. I love you. But I'm sorry. This is not right. None of this is right.

She held me and began to cry deeply as well. We held each other there for almost an hour. I still remember like it was yesterday.

So that night, before we go home, we both decided that we would start to seek a protective item the next day. The next day, I was walking with Stephanie, after school, when Rottenbacher approached us with your cell phone. He was furious.

- Is this some kind of joke bitch slant-eyed?

Truth be told, I thought Rottenbacher had the right to be a little angry. Sure, he was a Nazi perverted maniac, but with all the rumors of murder around, I could imagine someone being angry after receiving a text message like this.

But still, I would not let anyone talk to my girlfriend like that.

- Hey man, look respect! This is not the way to talk to a lady!

- Lady? - Rottenbacher shouted - That's no lady! She's just a bitch and she tried to kill me! I bet you killed the other girl, too, is not it? Rebecca? She is gone because of you is not it?

Stephanie began to cry again.

I pulled my arm back and gave a strong punch that could Rottenbacher in the face. He stumbled back a few steps and wiped his mouth, which ran some blood flow, but he kept his composure.

I kind of thought he would on me to hit me.

After a moment he said:

- You do not understand right Stephanie? I'm already in the game. I've always been. I know the rules and the extra time you have. But unlike you, I have never needed to kill anyone. "

- Nonsense - I said - If all this is true, then how are you still alive?

Suddenly I remembered that Rottenbacher wore sackcloth around his leg that caused him to limp in agony, and that Stephanie had told me at lunch.

When a new protection item was discovered, whatever it was, would cause its bearer to suffer.

- Do you have a protective item.

Stephanie's eyes lit up. It was clear that he had noticed the same thing I had. Rottenbacher smiled - That's right, and I was his girlfriend, bothered to find an item rather than making new victims.

Stephanie looked at him with fear in her eyes.

The days passed and try as we might, Stephanie and I could not find anything that could qualify as a protective item. We were approaching a period of two weeks and she was looking more and more scared every day. His hair was a mess, her usually bubbly personality was sad and upset. She stared into space for classes and prayed constantly.
After two weeks, we were both terrified. She came to me at school and said: - Jack, I want you to sleep with me tonight. Stay with me all night. Do not let them take me.

I could not refuse. I showed up at his house late at night and went through his window. We slept together. It was bittersweet.

She went to sleep holding me, but I stayed up most of the night watching and waiting, until I finally fell asleep around 4:30 am so exhausted.

The next day when I woke up, all I could think was "Stephanie!" I looked around frantically. She was not in bed beside me.

- Stephanie! - I screamed loud and out of bed and started looking for her. I walked into your kitchen.

- Do not talk so loud - said a voice. It was Stephanie. I turned to see her sitting at a round table in the kitchen. She was smiling and seemed so distressed as ever.

I gave a sigh of relief.

- My parents were already working, but I do not want the neighbors to become suspicious of something.

Cried with relief. The extra time it was over and she was safe. Nothing had come for her. I ran all over the kitchen floor and hugged her and kissed.

Everything was normal.

For two weeks.

So I went to school one day and nine of our colleagues had disappeared, including Sam.

Everyone was terrified. No one knew what had happened to them or where they would have gone. No one knew except me and the person who was responsible for it: Stephanie.

If the amount of time was reduced by half every time she brought someone to the game, meant that the extra time would be running again until tonight.

I confronted her about it after school.

- Stephanie, the police are getting suspicious. You can not do it anymore, and I can not see you doing it. This is wrong. It is bad!

She looked at me in silence. I still remember the look in his eyes that day. At this point, it became clear to me that the girl I had known and loved was far away, and all that remained was a soulless, evil clinging to life and fear death more than anything. But even so, I still loved her more than anything. She was my first and only girlfriend, I could not let her go. I could not let anything happen to her.

- It's okay - she said - I will not do it anymore. I accept the consequences. No one else will die because of me.
- Stephanie ... are you sure? Maybe we can still find a protective item for you if you look now.

She looked down sadly - No more reason to run away from my destination. I just want to spend the night with you tonight, okay? One more night together. That's all I want.

I was heartbroken. Everything was very melancholy and very melodramatic. I was so sad to hear her words that she would be taken away from me.

I threw up. I vomited and vomited repeatedly in a trash can around trying to fight back an endless stream of tears.

That night she slept with me again. Sick, weak and weary, I passed out from exhaustion near the 3h00.

Less than an hour later, I woke up with a start.

Stephanie left.

I sat up and looked around, then found a note. I read.

"[Jack]: I'm sorry I lied to you again, but I'm not ready to die yet"

A chill ran down my spine. I continued to read.

"I found out what I need to do. Do not worry, as I said, no one will die because of me"

What could she be thinking? I looked around my room. Suddenly, I noticed that the pistol caliber 45 my dad bought me for my 18th birthday was gone from my room, and now it all made sense.

That's why she wanted to spend the night with me tonight. She wanted my gun. she was planning to go after Rottenbacher and take your protection item.

The so fast that I could put some clothes and runs off to my dad's car. I went out into a run towards apartment Rottenbacher.

When I got there, I noticed that the lock had been shot and out and heard voices coming from the inside.

I pushed the door open - What's going on here? - I screamed.

I looked around. Stephanie was pointing the gun. The walls of the apartment were covered with pictures of Adolf Hitler and swastika banners. There were whips and chains around the bedroom floor. Rottenbacher was stepping around sleeve pajamas fulfilled and cursing her in her typical neo-Nazi way, screaming about 'home invasion' and on "call the police" and this and that. He was even wearing that stupid Nazi armband. It was obvious that this guy was a crazy fanatic.

Stephanie screamed at him - Shut up!
She fired two shots against the wall behind him.

- Now give me that bearded thing of torture that you are always using, or I'll kill you right now.

Her voice was frightening.

Rottenbacher stayed in place for a moment and slowly began removing his pajama pants.

- You're making a big mistake. You should just accept things as they are and die with dignity. You will not get away with this.

He took the hair shirt of his leg, which ran a small amount of blood and handed it to her.

Immediately, she put it on his own leg with one hand, messing with my pistol as she squeezed until it hurt, and his own leg started to bleed a little.

- Come on, Jack - she whispered and turned to leave.

I started going out with her. From the apartment, I heard cries of Rottenbacher.

- You will not get away with this! He will come to you and it will drag you to hell for what you did! You will pay for the lives of your colleagues!

I could see she was crying a little as we walked away.

I was wrong. I was disgusted with it all. I stayed with Stephanie disgust for being so cruel and selfish, and I was disgusted with myself that I watched all this and seeing the signs, and do nothing to stop it. But at least now she would be safe.

While walking back to the car, I did a little prayer for Rottenbacher in the hope that he could find a new protection item within two weeks. It may have been a racist bastard, but somehow, he still kinder than Stephanie. And if what he said about never bring anyone to the game were true, and he did not deserve to die for it.

I left Stephanie in your home. She was exhausted. I would have given him a kiss, but I was very sick and just wanted the whole ordeal was over.

- Good night - I whispered to her.

- Good evening, Jack. I love you - she whispered back, and got out and went home.

I started driving home, exhausted with everything that happened.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing. I picked it up. It was a call from Stephanie.
I asked.

- Hello?

The first thing I heard was a scream, followed by what sounded like the sound of knocking on your door.

- Jack! Help me! He's here! He's here, and he's coming for me!

- What? Hang On! Stephanie!

I made a turnaround in the car and takes off sprinting back to your home. Stephanie was becoming more frantic.

Suddenly, across the line, I heard the sound of his door being beaten, followed by another scream. I could hear Stephanie screaming at the top of his lungs, my blood ran cold with crying. I still remember the moment perfectly, and I remember word for word of her screams.

- No, No, I do not want to die! - Adrenaline rose in my heart and I stepped on the gas. No, No, Please Stop!

She screamed again and I heard what sounded like the phone hitting the ground Stephanie's cries grew ever further.

And then, the dead air.

- Stephanie? Stephanie! Answer fucking!

No reply, I hung up and called the police.

When I arrived at Stephanie's house, the front door had been crushed, I parked the car on your lawn and jumped out, carrying my pistol caliber .45 with me.

I ran inside, looking through the halls. Everything was in slow motion.

So I went to Stephanie's room. I turned on the light and checked every corner with my pistol in the lead. Finally, I lowered the gun when something caught my eye in the center of the room. Stephanie's cell phone was thrown on the floor beside her bed.

In the middle of the room on the carpet, had a small spot of blood. It was not more than a few drops. But the most chilling vision of all was that from the edge of her bed to the door of his room that led into the hall there was a trail of claw marks she had left as something or someone had dragged away from his conviction.

I could not stand it. I turned and left the room. On the way out, I could not help but notice that she had ripped most of your nails scratching the carpet and they were scattered near the tracks his fingers had left.

I could hear the sirens coming in the distance


Gone are the days, then weeks, then months. Police made inquiries, they questioned me many times, my story was always the same. I told them the truth, as I knew. I think they did not believe me, but all evidence proved my story and there was nothing they could use to judge me as guilty. Then they released me.

Things gradually returned to normal.

Our classes are back to normal and I finished the year after I went to college.

But there was one thing that still bothered me about Rottenbacher. Is he not disappeared like other people. And Stephanie had done right and got his item, yet she was dragged.

This can only mean two things: Either the rules were wrong, or was Rottenbacher that got rid of my girlfriend. If this were the case, I'm going to launch my revenge on him.

Jeff went to the Left

"If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I suppose you're in the same situation as me. That bastard drugged you and left you in these catacombs, with only a candle to find your way out.

I do not know how many people he did it, but probably were several. He did not spend so much time on it if there were no other, is not it? He told me that the catacombs are a maze, and he set up traps and deadly falls to each lap. But he promised that there is a safe way out, if I'm lucky enough to guess the correct path.

I have no luck. I'm just an art student, here on vacation. There is no way that I leave alive. But I want someone alive. I want revenge.

I'm sure you also want, so let's help each other. I still have my notebook and pencil. Before each turn, I'll let the notebook back to the next person, noting the way I did. If I survive the curve, I'll come back and leave a page like this. If I do not, then it's up to next person to continue and go in the opposite direction.

Eventually, if we continue to let these "bread crumbs", one of us will escape. Getting to the police and find that bastard. Give justice to those who died.

My name is Jeff. I was left here. "


Reading the note by candlelight you can feel the warmth of hope ... until you realize that you are reading in their own sketchbook. Jeff never returned to tear the page, and you're the first person here after him.

Then you look to your right, where the dark maze waiting.

The 10 Worst Demons

Meet the worst demons of mythology and theology

10. Abyzou

Source: Jewish mythology
Also known as: Abizou, Obizu, Obizuth, Obyzouth and Byzou

It was believed that this female demon was responsible for miscarriages, nati-dead, and infant mortality. The "Abyzou" were taken as infertile, and envy, sought to provoke such acts. She is often represented by serpents and even as being water.

9. Agar

Source: Christian demonology
Also known as: Agreas

It is given to this demon "masculine" the gift of paralysis, which in the case of a leak (of a tsunami or an aggressor) is extremely harmful. It is also said to be one of earthquakes controllers demons. Agar has the field of languages, focusing on profanity and ethnic slurs.

To him is also credited to be ruler of the eastern part of Hell, and he is said to have 31 legions of demons under his command. Is this list one of (if not the most) bizarre in appearance: often portrayed as a pale old man riding on a crocodile, with a hawk tied to their wrists.

8. Aka Manah


Source: Zoroastrian mythology
Also known as: Akem Manah, Akoman, Akvan

His name means "manah hurt" in this case, the word "manah" is "the mind". Many refer to it as the demon of "bad intentions", "evil mind", "the purpose of evil" or "bad thoughts". Your job: Prevent people fulfill their moral obligations (ie :. Being a good father, save a life, honesty, etc.)




7. Ala



Source: pre-Slavic mythology, Slavic and Christian demonology
Also known as: plural: Ale

Ale are some of the few demons in this list that not only do evil, but can be persuaded to do good deeds, or even help someone. Are linked to weather conditions (most common are hail and thunderstorms) on farms, orchards and vineyards, to destroy crops (some "theologians" of neo-Pentecostal churches associate these with the locusts mentioned in the book of the prophet Joel. Food -If children is another assignment to them. it was believed that the Ale when really hungry, they were able to eat some of the light of the moon, or the sun, creating eclipses. Taken as a major threat to the state "physical and mental, being able to incorporate mediums. However, if you approach a wing with trust and respect, this and other Ale will be able to save your life, when necessary, and even make you rich! if you do not want a lot of friends with Ale, know that they have eagles fear People who could see them report various forms (?);. some say look like crows, others, like clouds or dark winds, many report resemblance to snakes or female dragons. it is believed that live in lakes, springs, clouds, inaccessible mountains, forests, huge caves or trees.

6. Asag

Source: Sumerian mythology

Asag is one of the many demons causing disease. "So what?" You say, "which differs from other demons that cause disease?". Well, according to mythology, he had sex with all the mountains of the world, thus having litters of "hell-rock", offspring created to defend it in any battle. He is credited with an incredibly deep ugliness, which is capable of boiling seas and rivers, only to see him from a distance.

5. Belphegor


Source: Christian demonology and Kabbalistic mythology

Belphegor is absolutely unbelievable: He began his career in Assyria for millennia. Was known to Baal-peor, and was associated with orgies, and other perversions. The Israelites worshiped as an idol phallic (penis-shaped). Later, in Kabbalistic mythology, was taken for making people paranoid, or even using the native greed in humans seduced them with money and property wealth. Hard to say which is hard to find material to invoke Baal-peor, since it requires human excrement as a gift (maybe there arises the belief that dream of feces means money)! In the 16th century, it changed its name to Belphegor, and changed - slightly - its strategy. He abandoned the idea of cause mutual distrust in people, and instead concentrated on inventions. He "suggest" to inventors absurd creations (although plausible), and then use its ability to stimulate the greed to its ability to generate the lust for success.

According to legend, Belphegor was sent from Hell to spread justifications against and deny rumors that the marriage could result in happiness, showing no conditions to be happy in a marriage. That's when he decided to stay on Earth. His most bizarre attributes: Account to be physically, mentally and strategically stronger in April, and hell is Satan's ambassador to France. Belphegor also played a role in the book of Milton, "Paradise Lost."

It is commonly portrayed as a being of hideous beard with horns and claws, or belajovem.

4. jikininki


Source: Buddhist Japanese mythology

Jikininki are spirits of selfish people, greedy or evil, now deceased. It is said they are cursed to practice necrophagy (feeding on human corpses). It is also said that lead the corpses valuables in order to bribe guards or local officials, not to be bothered. Unlike most demons, they really hate what became, and are in a constant state of self-rejection and self-loathing. Some reports claim that they are so terrifying, and that those who see them, paralyzed with fear. Other indicate that jikininki may take the form of normal human beings, and even lead to an apparently normal daily life. They are remarkable in that, unlike other gaki or Rakshasa ("hungry ghosts"), and the ghosts in general, they are a rare species, if one can use that term in this context.

3. Pontianak


Source: Indonesian mythology
Also known as: Kuntilanak, Matianak, or Boentianak

The Pontianak are women of spirits who died during childbirth, becoming undead. Pontianak seek scare people (mainly men), and then start your internal organs for food with their claws. For men that Pontianak discover that when they were sexually abused alive or betrayed their spouses, remove the man's genitals with his bare hands. Are much like vampires, however, act more by revenge rather than need or support.

It is also difficult to judge how far are as a loud cry means that the Pontianak is far, while a soft cry means that the Pontianak is nearby. It is also said that a light floral fragrance is detected at first glance, however, the smell of rotten something changes to change after a short period of time. It is believed that live in banana plants.

2. Lady noon.



Source: Slavic mythology
Also known as: Pscipolnista, Poludnica, Polednice

"Lady noon" is certainly an exclusively female demon. With complicated questions, made with far-fetched vocabulary, looking for workers in the fields and deserted places and open, usually on hot summer days, at noon, the hottest time of day. Any incorrect response resulted in summary execution by decapitation, either with a sickle, or a pair of scissors. The "Lady" is also the embodiment of heat stroke, and crazy people like the heat, instead of beheading. His description is from a girl of 12 years old, an old woman, or a beautiful woman in general.

1. Lamashtu

Source: Sumerian and Mesopotamian mythology
Also known as: Dimme

Lamashtu is a hideous and terrifying demon. It is said that threatens women during and after pregnancy. Child kidnapping threats while they are breastfeeding, to drink his blood, and chew your bones.

Add to that the fact that his hobbies include: infest rivers and lakes, killing plants and other life forms, sucking the blood of men, creating sleep disorders, spreading diseases and illnesses, and causing nightmares.

Unlike most demons from Mesopotamian mythology, she does not obey hierarchies, or any god or man, or even any of the celestial hierarchy. So Lamashtu was the personification of evil, making pregnant women and their loved ones routinely invoked another demon, Pazuzu, to protect them. For the uninitiated, Pazuzu was the devil made famous by the movie "The Exorcist". It is said that Pazuzu and Lamashtu were fierce rivals, who systematically attack at the first opportunity. Even Pazuzu is known for bringing famines and droughts in pregnant were so afraid of Lamashtu, who preferred to take the risk! This means that, yes, the performance Linda Blair in "The Exorcist" was nothing compared to the wrath of Lamashtu! Lamashtu is usually described as a "mythological hybrid", with the head of a lioness, teeth and ears of a donkey, on foot of a bird (complete with sharp claws) and a furry body and long, sharp fingers and nails. It is usually represented by a combination of a dog and a pig holding snakes, standing or kneeling on a donkey; sutil.

Check the Camera

I want to start this story with a question: if there are demons, hell exist?

I moved to my house five years ago. In the last two years there have been strange things happening. It all started in October 2004. I realized sound of footsteps, but did not care, thinking it was probably Michael. Michael is my son's sixteen. one day he slept in the downstairs room while I and his sister have our own rooms upstairs.

I was awakened by Michael one morning. He told me that at first, he heard strange noises and then saw shadows moving around the room. He came running from there, because after a plug plug started flying. I thought "he must be seeing things." He also felt something stroking it.

I went with my partner, Mike, for a year and he moved in with me in April. At first, Mike could not sleep with the noise of someone who kept up and down the stairs. He would always check if there was anything there. But never had one. He always said, "Did you hear that?" I used to hear it from him.

Four months ago, Mike was sitting using computer behind Michael's door. Mike jumped up when he felt a sharp pain. He lifted his shirt to see if something had happened and discovered a deep cut in the stomach. There are tools that can do that. Even more of these sharps have reached Mike without leaving any trace. I also began to see shadows when it was home services. But they were very quick shadows that when I looked at where they should be, there was nothing there. I said to myself "only thing in my imagination."

We were lying on our bed for two weeks watching TV. I could see a shadow walking to my daughter's room. I asked Mike if he had seen the shadow as well and he jumped up and said he saw it too. For the first time, I was completely terrified. I had to sleep on the other side of the bed.

Everything was forgotten, but two days ago Mike was sitting on the computer again, holding a drawing of a piece of paper in her lap. The paper hit his eye somehow and seriously injured his left eye. He was admitted to hospital and is in complete agony. He can not explain how the paper reached its eye from the angle he was holding in his lap, but we know that this is impossible!

At first, I thought it was just a mischievous ghost or something, but now I'm starting to get very worried about this thing harm the Mike. There is more pernicious, but the evil itself. I wonder if it is the shadow that has been with me, I always see the corner of my eye when I'm doing the housework ... or if it's something that was already in the house.

Two weeks ago, my son came screaming from the bathroom saying that he had seen a bloody face wrapped in a dirty sheet. He was found dead on Friday ... His body was found in the bathroom and we are all extremely shaken by this. The condition was that he was indescribable ... It seemed that his eyes were gouged out by himself, since the orbits were in their hands.

Police found a note in my son's pants pocket. He had written: "I was mother Check the camera.."

A Travel

I never believed in parallel travel, or anything of that kind, or much less imagine much travel to parallel universes or anything like that, but ... After that day, I've been thinking a lot about it.

Well, I'll try to explain what happened, I know you'll think, "you must be going crazy," yes, I know that's what you say but I do not mind, I need to say .. I need to get that my head, even if not bind, even if not believe me, I'll tell you.

A few months ago, I was going to visit some relatives in a nearby town to mine, which was not far only only 50 km from my town, I did all my usual path, packed my things, put them in the car, and follow the path, after a few hours of journey, I decided to take the same shortcut ever.

So when it arrived, I went to the left and follow the dirt road as always, but this time was different, the land, the stones, even the trees were different, I found strange but decided to continue until at one point my car took a problem and not wanting to continue, not very surprised I came to the conclusion that he was really old and needed a new one.

I then decided to go after the small station that was nearby was not far away, so there was no problem to go there, but the more I approached the place was strange, the place seemed to me an old village of the Middle Ages, there was no one only a church where it should be the small post. I approached, and came to the conclusion that it was in a parallel universe.

I do not remember much of the history lessons but remember that claim to be the time where free were boxed, women raped, brutalized the men, the weak were shattered, sodomized children, old were enslaved, manufactured weapons, destroyed homes, and and the people there, did render wars, and chose a hero "God."

So I decided to get closer that church and I could hear a little speech, which soon turned into a shriek.

"Burn the witches!"

Frightened tried to get out unnoticed, but was caught by a man who was looking at me from head to toe, then asked my name and where I was, and I told him scared wanted to know more, so I kept telling - you all what he wanted, showed - you things my car and my cell phone.

Then he said he needed to talk to others about it, and told me to go to my car again, and to wait you there, but I realized that while I returned to the car everything was again as usual, all in their proper places, so I decided to start my car for some reason returned to work, then follow the way up to where it all happened but all I found was the old post.

After that, I went for one last time, just to be sure but all I found was the little old post.

I know what you must be thinking, but I believe in everything I saw, and I believe it may have been something like Parallel Travel or something but I'm not sure, still need to find out much about it one day ...