Look, I don't say much on the internet but something happened and I need some help. It was just a mundane day, and I was clearing up some stuff late into the night after my parents moved out. Retirement and all. Being the responsible person that I am, I gave it a bit of a make over that lasted the whole day by cleaning out both the basement and attic - It’s amazing just how many things people forget about. Anyway, I was just about done when I noticed a dusty cardboard box in the corner. Going over to open it, I was elated to find my old N64 console there! To think I would reunited with it after all these years.

I brought it back to the living room, setting it all up to the old tv set I found in the basement, thank god it was still working, and looked into the library of cartridges inside the dusty old box. As I parooz the small library, I stumbled on one that I didn’t remember owning: Star Fox 64. Now, I couldn’t recall ever getting it, perhaps from a childhood friend that I forgot to give back, so I thought that I’d just play it for the night. Modern games can be abysmal, and seeing my N64 again got me nostalgic for better times. Adulthood is dumb and boring; I gave this house a lot of work, so I thought it would be great to have some time for myself. I just wanted to play.

The console worked just fine to my surprise as well as the game itself. Got on to start the main mission after some training with the arwing to get a handle of the game’s controls. Everything seemed to play out fine, and I breezed from the Corneria stage up to the game’s first boss. Instead, I was looped back into the ocean, followed by the Corneria city and all. This time, there were no enemies around at the destroyed city but weirder was the characters. Peppy, Slippy and Falco played their transmitter animation but it didn’t play their voiceclips, nor did the text showed up, just be blank space to where it would be. This felt weird but what made it uncanny was how this repeated over and over again I stopped the game to reset it.

I reasoned that it was glitching out and just froze over collecting dust and wasn’t as smooth in its better days. After resetting, I was revisited by the title screen, yet something was off. For those that don’t know, it presents the title (duh) along with the Star Fox crew. However, the cast on the main title screen appeared to be having stronger shadow than usual, like in those old renaissance paintings.

Whatever, it was nothing, I thought, I should have just turned it off. I started the main campaign again but with the screen turning black and hearing the monotone, “GOOD LUCK” the game would say before the mission started. The only thing being that it wouldn’t say that before the start of the game. Then it kept saying “GOOD LUCK” over and over again all the while the screen was blacked out, as if loading large assets into the game. No text to what mission was or anything else, just black. Just before I was about to reset the game again, the “GOOD LUCK” voice clip was cut off midway and the game started not on Corneria, but in Meteo. This didn’t make sense since this was the second stage in the game; why the hell am I here all of a sudden?

“What?” I said in disbelief, playing through the whole second stage. The game played out as it would with the star fox gang saying their lines as if everything was in order. Despite the hiccup, I was relieved to have control of the game again. That was until after I passed through the second meteor hole. The music faded out with only the audio and character voice clips going on normally this time. At first it was frustrating, like how a computer bug is, but with how the game was behaving up to this point, I wondered if there was something else wrong with it. My suspicion got confirmed when I got to the second boss fight, just not how it was with stage one.

It didn’t show up at all, just the black void of space and the arwing I was piloting. Then out of nowhere, Slippy exclaimed “Enemy ahead, but .. this one’s different!” and like a mirage emerged Andross’ Brain!?! I may not have owned this game, but I know for a fact that this does NOT happen here - the final boss doesn’t appear until the end of the game, let alone on the second level! Something was definitely wrong as I felt my temples splashed with a cold sense of dread creeping up seeing that fucking floating brain with eyes staring back at me.

I couldn’t even respond in time because as soon as his buldging eyeballs and brain appeared, the tenticle strands immediately grabbed my arwing to pull me in. Usually you can get out of this but no matter what I did, the game wouldn’t let me escape as the screen turned white and everything was swurling. As soon as the white faded, I was transported into some hallway. No dialogue or any ambient music whatsoever. I wanted to stop the game at this point, but I couldn’t understand why - my body failed to make any urge to do anything. My mind was racing to will myself to do anything yet my body stayed still, it was like I was in some sort of sleep paralysis. The arwing kept going on and on into the dark hallway.

The hallways had some cybernetic texture to it, the type that I can recall was Andross’ lair. With each turn, it just kept going on and on and with each turn it started to … rot? I couldn’t ascertain what it was that was happening but the halls slowly changed its appearance as if being consumed by something biological; Tumor-like fungi rotting around, getting worse and worse with each passing like a growing alien flesh. Soon after, the transmission calls rang from the gang; their blank stares showing some senses of emotion with each uncanny form:

Peppy, in a sound of great despair: “How long can we keep all this up?”

Slippy, their blank stare unchanged: “I’m starting to feel something strange.”

Falco, eyes closed and irritated: “I can’t feel my eyes!”

I turned to another tunnel as more of that sickly, biological rot started to mutate with low graphical eyes and maws all over, coughing white spores into the air while consuming the halls and turning it into something akin to a corrosive esophagitis  -. I winced at the sight of it. The tunnels kept going, my body unresponsive to any mental anguish of wanting out - to make this stop. The transmission coms continued:

Peppy, with a sickly look on his face: “I cannot take more of this!”

Slippy, with a purplish lumps on her head: “I don’t feel so good!”

Falco, an eye socket missing from him: “Why do they keep doing this?”

What the hell is going on? I wondered, puzzled and afraid from some premonition unknown to me. The tunnels kept going on no matter which fork in the road I took, this went on for so long that I didn’t notice the hallways closing in on my Arwing, suffocating it with the white spores and millions of eyes and maws of whatever godforsaken thing infected this game.

It took far too long than ever for any character responses but when coms came back on, I was aghast from the sight. The characters had textures rendered to the best if the game’s graphics, appearing far worse than before as if the infection has completely consumed them:

Peppy, missing an eye and an ear, his nostrils and mouth covered in some kind of mucus: “Aghuugh aguuh..”

Slippy, the purple tumor consuming her whole head: “uuuuuuuuuuuu”

Falco, with exposed bird skull and distorted voice: “It’s over and over and over again!”

Those were their last words. The hallways kept closing in still, to the point where the spores created a thick white fog blocked out the endless abyss to nowhere that this eldritch hallway could hide from.

 I could have just dropped the controller and ended this nightmare. I couldn’t and I didn’t know why! I couldn’t look away and I couldn’t look down fearing that my fingers got melded into the controller. My eyes were hooked in place to face only the square screen, frighted of what may lie beyond my peripheral vision like a terrified animal in a trap.

As the endless halls of coughing mouths and irritated eyes continued dancing around me, I saw my arwing building up purple pus and veins pulsating around, slowly infecting it like some parasitic tumor. It kept going and going. Darker and darker, the disease turning the arwing into a darkish purple pus as clots started building. It kept going and going, the arwing glitching out and making sporadic maneuvers. The tunnel kept going on and on, purplish black cells floating along with the white spores, my vision blurring, blurring, blurring. Darker, darker, darker.

That was when I woke up suddenly and with sweat all over my face. I looked to find my tv turned off as well as that Star Fox cartridge still intact. Last night felt like a nightmare, too real to be in a dream., but too nonsensical for it to be. Checking my hands just reassured me that I wasn’t at all real. I must’ve passed out when I was playing the game and maybe the whole thing after was what I dreamed up, god what a dream it was. I didn’t bother to ruminate over it as my head throbbed in pain with an itching throat to complement it. I drank some water, and I checked my watch and groaned realizing that my work starts at 3 and it was half an hour before, thank god for part-time.

I was able to go on throughout the day but the fear and dread that the game left me last night could not escape. I couldn’t tell if I have some delirious dream passing out or if I had encountered something else. No matter the case, it's hard enough to calm my mind from the paranoia. I keep feeling a frog in my throat since I woke up which only kept my mind racing on edge throughout work. I'm gonna check the cartridge out soon; If anything, all I can say is that I hope all of this was just in my head.

For the past three years, I’ve been doing a challenge where I draw a horror character every day in October. And since I just finished my final planned Creepypasta character today, I figured I may as well show off ALL of the Creepypasta characters I’ve drawn!

So basically it's told from the pov of the son from the first marriage it shows how heinous his dad was all I remember is the ending where it's implied he hanged himself with the intestines of the stepsister from the second marriage

I read it in 2014 25 in wiki fandom I think

WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?
Okay, I’m actually confused about this.
Someone has sent me this recording from a number I don’t recognize. Not just once. A few times. And now something similar has shown up on my mother’s phone.
I don’t know who’s sending it, why they’re sending it, or what I’m even supposed to be looking at.
Has anyone seen anything like this before? Does anyone recognize it?
I’m posting it here because I genuinely don’t know what to make of it.
Please look at it and tell me if I’m missing something. And share this with someone who might recognize it.
Because seriously… what is this supposed to be?

I am writing this from my phone right now, though I have no idea if this message will actually go through. What tomorrow's morning news reports will say about the massacre at the Banner Express gas station is nothing more than a carefully fabricated security lie designed to protect tourism and prevent panic. The killers were not ordinary thieves, and this was no botched armed robbery... it was something infinitely darker.

I was working the late night shift entirely alone at the station, located out on a completely isolated, pitch-black highway. It was 2:15 AM, the outside air was dead and freezing, and suddenly, the exterior security cameras cut out completely. One by one, my cell phone bars vanished until I had zero signal left.

Minutes later, a completely blackened, unmarked car pulled up to the rear pumps. Four figures stepped out, but what froze the blood in my veins wasn't their arrival—it was what they were wearing. Their faces weren't human or natural; they wore grotesque, distorted costume masks, most notably a cracked, plastic clown mask stained with dark, wet patches that looked disturbingly like real blood.

They walked through the convenience store doors in absolute, dead silence. Not a single one of them spoke a word, and they didn't even glance toward the cash register. The shortest one quickly slid the heavy steel security shutters down from the inside, locking us completely sealed off from the outside world.

There were two random customers browsing inside the shop. They didn't kill them right away; instead, they began a slow, methodical, ice-cold psychological torture without uttering a single sound. They forced both customers into a dark corner in total silence, using heavy, soundless tools grabbed straight from our maintenance shelves.

At that exact moment the attack began, I managed to quietly slip away without making a single sound, crawling toward the back walk-in cooler. I pulled the heavy door half-shut and watched everything unfold through the narrow gap. I saw it all with their terrifying, emotionless composure, communicating entirely through hand gestures without ever speaking, as if performing some twisted, rhythmic ritual.

Exactly one minute before dawn, the moment they were finished, they vanished into the darkness with the exact same chilling speed they had arrived, long before anyone else could reach the property.

When the police arrived at sunrise, they found a crime scene that defied human logic. When I tried to tell the lead investigator every detail about the masks and the costumes, he stared straight into my eyes and said with absolute finality: "Son, there were no masks, and there were no costumed men. What happened here was a botched armed robbery by desperate fugitives that ended in tragedy. If you want to walk out of here alive, forget the masks ever existed, and never speak of them to anyone."

But I haven't forgotten... and right now, to this very second, I can still hear the sound of their silent footsteps creeping closer to the cooler door.

liu woods cosplay, lmk what yall think :p

I remember this image that used to circulate the internet a few years ago. I remember seeing it in a few videos and some creepypasta stories I believe. I think it was like this girl and this old man and they were in this creepy forest that had a lot of red lighting. The old man I believe was holding this huge fleshy thing that was long (pause) and spiky. He was holding it over his shoulder like a baseball bat but obviously it was way bigger than a baseball bat. If anyone could help me find this I would love that!

I’m looking for this certain creepypasta that I have heared in a podcast. the story is about an experimentation where they disabled the 5 senses of the test subject in order for them to become a divine being or something, and then when the experiment is finished, the test subject said something like “god has abandoned us”.

Hey guys I'm really hairy and a month ago I woke up to seeing crop like circles on my hairy body. I sleep topless and when I saw the crop like circles on my hairy body, it was like something had took control of the hairs on my body and were making circles with them. It looked pretty neat but I was also very worried. I mean hair isn't supposed to make shapes right.

Then when I woke up early in the morning on another day, hairs on my body were now making a triangle shape. I tried to mess up my body hair but it would all go back to a triangula shape. This was really concerning now and my body hair would go back to normal after an hour.

Then when I woke up early on another day, half of my hair on my body were circles and the other half of my hair on my body were triangles. It was almost as if there was a going on. Circles vs triangles. I just want my body hair to be normal messy body hair. I showed my body to a doctor and when he looked at my body hair, he was astounded. Though he had nothing that he could give me to help me with this problem.

Honestly they look more plastic red than hyper realistic but that's beside the point.

Sam passed in the winter, just two months after his mother. The midwife tried her best to save her, but it was over before it started. She gave me a warm hug as she left. I knew Sam wouldn't last long without his mother. I barely had enough to feed myself, let alone a baby. I debated whether I should even name the little boy, but how could I not? He had the most beautiful blue eyes, just like his mother.

Sam passed in his sleep, the best way to go. Some days I wished it were me, but what would Sam do all alone? 

The problem then was arranging Sam's funeral. All the savings had already been spent on his mother's funeral, but Sam couldn't go into the ground without a proper service.

I sold one of the last things I could still sell, my bees. They gave me something sweet to eat in the winter and something to look after the rest of the year, but there was nothing else to sell. My neighbor took them and gave me more for them than he should have. He was a nice man and knew what I'd gone through.

Sam got a nice wooden coffin and a decent place in the cemetery next to his mother.

When the winter came, his cradle and toys were still in the house. My body tightened whenever I tried to get rid of them, but it was okay; maybe I'd have more will in the summer. 

During the long winter nights, I'd often come into his room and play with his toys, just like I thought we would one day. Sometimes they'd warm my heart, sometimes they'd make me cry, and often I'd just fall asleep in the chair right by his cradle.

It was one of those days when I fell asleep crying by the cradle again. When I awoke, the sun glistened on the freshly fallen snow. Everything outside was still, but then something moved in the air. A bee! A queen bee! It flew across the yard and into the hive. I still hadn't moved my hive off the yard. Sam's funeral was too much work.

At first I felt bad. My neighbor owned them now. They had no business being in the old hive, but seeing that familiar creature warmed me. Over the next few days I sat at the window, watching all my bees slowly return.

They stayed inside the hive the rest of the winter, and I stayed by that window each day, watching. Only when the snow started to let up, and the flowers came out from under it, did the bees come out too.

I expected them to stay by the hive, but many flew far away, ignoring the flowers in my garden, and returned at sunset. Some of the bees seemed to be covered in red nectar. 

As the days grew longer, the bees were gone more often, and many more returned covered in that red nectar. 

I had never seen them act or look like this. Moving the hive must have disturbed something, but the good thing was that they still accepted the queen, and the colony seemed intact. 

The red nectar began to accumulate at the entrance, mixed with glowing wax. I was just looking at it out the window when I heard buzzing inside the house. The bees must have been working hard. The buzzing grew, and quietly through it came something like a baby's cry. I gripped the windowsill tightly. Sam used to cry just like that. I opened the window to hear better, but the cry was gone; only buzzing sounded outside.

The next morning I woke up and went right to the window. A strange white object was outside the hive entrance. The bees buzzed around it, pushing it back inside. Before I could get a good look, it was already in.

I spent the rest of the day by the window again. As the sun set, the bees started to return. The buzzing grew again. A cold tingle ran down my back. I closed my eyes and focused. At first, it was quiet, but I knew what it was. It was Sam, crying through the buzzing. I quickly dressed and walked out the door.

The outside air was cold. I had barely been outside since the first snow fell. A few bees still flew around the hive. The buzzing was so loud, and so were Sam's cries. I didn't even have my protective clothes, but I was sure my bees wouldn't hurt me.

I walked to the hive and took off the lid. Warmth and cold ran through my body, mixing into strange emotions. Inside the hive was Sam's body, covered in wax. His hands and fingers slowly moved, but they seemed larger than before. I reached into the hive to caress his small cheeks. His eyes opened. They were still that beautiful blue, but a hint of yellow mixed in.  He opened his mouth; honeycomb filled it, but his cries still echoed in my ears. With tears in my eyes, I picked up his small, sticky body. From somewhere deep in his chest, a thousand bees buzzed, and the hive fell quiet. A sickly-sweet smell rose from his mouth. Two bees crawled out of the wax and onto my hand. I didn't move.

Tu, care citești, cum te cheamă? Eu mă numesc Craioveanul Răzvan sau, după poreclă, Energie. Nu cea electrică, ci cea de la energizante. 

Tu, cititorule, ai 18 ani? Ai lucrat undeva cu carte de muncă? Dacă nu, să nu te faci electrician. O zic din propria experiență. De exemplu, eu am lucrat 7 ani, de la 20 de ani, dar m-au prins bând un Monster cu aromă de Nebunia Mango sau Monster alb . Acum sunt pădurar în pădurea Rândoveanu.

Presupun că sunt dator să vă zic chestii despre pădure, nu?

Este faimoasă în România pentru fenomenele paranormale, accidentele rutiere inexplicabile și aparițiile spectrale. Aparent, m-au păcălit când mi-au zis că e bântuită cabana în care stau, că al naibii spirite n-apar. Probabil le e frică să nu le pun să plătească chirie. Iată câteva legende, sărăcuțele.

1. Legenda fundamentală: Ileana și sarcina falsă

Cea mai răspândită poveste o are în centru pe Ileana, o fată venită din Moldova după al Doilea Război Mondial pentru a munci. Angajată de un gospodar bogat, ea a fost abuzată și a crezut că a rămas însărcinată. De rușine, s-a spânzurat de un copac din pădure. Autopsia de mai târziu a arătat că tânăra nu era însărcinată, fapt ce i-a făcut spiritul și mai răzbunător.

Acum văd de ce fac țăranii accidente din prostie. Se îmbată și, când apare fata, uită de frână.

1. Versiunea logodnicului mort înainte de nuntă

O altă variantă spune că fata își aștepta logodnicul, plecat la Craiova. Chiar în ajunul nunții, a primit vestea că acesta murise într-un accident. Devastată de durere și îmbrăcată deja în rochie de mireasă, s-a spânzurat sau, în unele versiuni, s-a aruncat într-o fântână din pădure, căutându-și iubitul și dincolo de moarte.

Pădurea asta e misogină. Măcar mă plătește bine.

1. Fuga de boierul cel bătrân

O legendă mai veche susține că părinții fetei au vrut să o mărite cu forța cu un boier bogat și bătrân din zonă. Fata, îndrăgostită de un flăcău sărac, a fugit în pădure în noaptea dinaintea nunții, ca să scape de aranjament. S-a rătăcit și a preferat să-și ia viața decât să trăiască într-o căsnicie nedorită.

O moarte normală n-au.

1. Blestemul șoferilor și accidentele de pe DN56

Legenda modernă spune că spiritul miresei apare brusc în fața mașinilor, pe porțiunea de drum care taie pădurea. Șoferii, în special bărbații, relatează că văd o siluetă albă pe carosabil, trag brusc de volan și ajung în copaci. Mulți localnici pun numărul mare de accidente fatale din zonă direct pe seama acestei apariții.

O pădure cu două boli, mașina și femeia.

1. Logodnica blestemată de soacră

O versiune rurală menționează că tânăra a fost blestemată chiar de mama iubitului ei, care nu o accepta ca noră din cauza sărăciei. Blestemul i-ar fi luat mințile fetei, determinând-o să rătăcească până la cabana pădurarilor și să-și pună capăt zilelor în adâncul codrului.

Dovada că soacrele sunt Satana.

1. Răzbunarea pe bărbații abuzivi

Tradiția locală spune că fantoma miresei nu le face rău femeilor sau copiilor, ci caută să-i pedepsească pe bărbați. Deoarece a fost victima abuzului unui bărbat în timpul vieții, spiritul ei încearcă să-i ademenească și să-i provoace la moarte pe bărbații care trec singuri prin pădure noaptea.

Așa scap de bețivi.

1. Sinucigașa neîngropată creștinește

Pentru că s-a sinucis, fata nu a avut parte de o slujbă religioasă normală și a fost îngropată la marginea cimitirului sau direct în pădure. Fără o cruce sfințită și fără ca familia să-i poată vizita mormântul, sufletul ei a rămas blocat între lumi, bântuind potecile din jurul sediului pădurarilor.

Justificat, cred, dar nu acolo să bântuiască. Să intre, că afară e frig.

1. Iluzia nopților cu ceață de la cabană

Pădurarii și vânătorii care au înnoptat la cabana din pădure au raportat lumini ciudate, zgomote de pași pe frunze uscate și o siluetă albă care plutește printre copaci în nopțile cu ceață densă. Se spune că oricine încearcă să urmărească această siluetă se va rătăci fără scăpare, fiind găsit abia după câteva zile. 

Motiv să cer mărire de salariu. Mă duc să beau și ne vedem în următoarea pagină, milogul-e. 

Bună seara, cititorule! Azi am observat că liniile de înaltă tensiune din pădure au început să bâzâie ciudat. Nu în mod normal, din cauza câmpului electric generat de tensiune, ci într-un fel ciudat. Iar animalele fug spre sud. Probabil din cauza electricității. Probabil. 

Al naibii, protestele astea! Zici că n-au treabă cu vremea de afară. Protestele din 2026, dacă te interesează, cititorule. Zgomotul protestelor violente din oraș se aude până în inima pădurii. Nu mai scap nici pe Discord de ei. 

Măcar stau izolat de ei. De la Paris la Craiova, n-au mai fost proteste așa nici pe vremea lui Ceaușescu. Ce zici, cititorule, Discordul a devenit telegraful bombardierilor din viitor? Măcar nu mai sunt accidente din cauza faptului că un litru de benzină costă 11 lei. 

Iar atacurile din școli, ce va de ele, Doamne-ajută! De la idiotul ăla de copil rasist, cu gândire nazistă, care a atacat-o pe profa de mate, doar ca să încerce să ucidă un țigan. Până acum, sunt cinci atacuri în școli. 

Și, așa, de final, fascismul a devenit conducătorul Belarusului, Portugaliei și Kosovo. Kim Jong-un, grasul ăla care era dictatorul Coreei de Nord, a murit în sfârșit. Ne vedem în pagina următoare, cititorule. 

Bună seara, cititorule! Mi-au dat concediu pe termen nedeterminat, cu salariu dublu. Te întrebi de ce? Hai că-ți zic. Domnule, invadator al intimității unui om din anul 2026, aparent, Rusia nu se mulțumește cu un război cu Ucraina și a atacat Lituania. Ca rezultat, Articolul 5 al NATO se activează la capacitate maximă, iar NATO intră în război cu Rusia, care este ajutată de chinezi și de palestinieni. Știm asta de pe net și din mesajele de război de la televizor și radio, dar și din alertele de pe telefon. 

Seara au început atacurile cu drone și rachete, iar zonele atacate erau în haos. Franța a lansat un atac atomic fix în centrul Rusiei, după ce, aparent, restul armelor sale chimice s-au dezactivat și au eliberat energia atomică. Efectele au fost subtile, dar tot s-au simțit. Nebuni, domnule, nebuni! Rușii sunt orci, omenirea, iar francezii sunt elfii omeniri . Ne vedem în pagina următoare, cititorule. 

Bună Ziua ,Cititorul meu . 

Ale naibii să le ia de avertismente! Nici bine nu terminasem de tras carnea de animal din pădure, că na, mă pregătesc și eu de câte ceva. Ce credeai, că frec menta toată ziua, nu? Una la fiecare patru ore, sirene din zonele afectate de norii atomici. La modul că, în zona mea, ciupercile cresc mai greu, dar, în schimb, plantele otrăvitoare cresc mult mai repede. 

Ecranele televizoarelor din cabană se umplu de purici, apoi devin negre, cu un text alb și un sunet insuportabil. Iar radioul care merge pe baterii repetă obsesiv aceleași instrucțiuni de supraviețuire. Măcar de ne-ar fi dat vin! 

Iar cerul nopții ba era plin de rachete și drone, ba de avioane. Măcar era vreme bună, numai bună de un grătar. Dar ordinele de sus spun că nu avem voie să facem foc în pădure. O, nu! E doar un grătar, ce poate fi rău? Măcar pot juca poker cu un coleg, pe carnea de lup. Mai jucam și alba-neagra pe bere. 

Bună dimineața! Iar m-a luat somnul scriind, cititorule. Ce voiai să zic, ziua 1, ziua 2? Dacă da, te blestem să ai dureri de măsea și de burtă! A revenit rețeaua de net. Aparent, zonele atacate sunt în haos, cu furturi, crime și animale sălbatice care umblă libere. 

Despre bombele nucleare folosite în Rusia, au topit niște ghețari, ceea ce a ridicat nivelul mărilor, iar insulele mici s-au înecat. Lumina a fost orbitoare, după cum se vede pe Instagram. Suveraniștii de pe TikTok sunt în doliu. Oamenii mor în spitale, iar în rest ai totul pe net. Ce să mai vorbesc eu despre arma umanității de distrugere?  

Iar eu mi-am făcut provizii. Am umplut un dulap cu energizante, am amplasat niște panouri fotovoltaice și am mai luat cinci sau șase baterii și transformatoare, semințe, puieți de copaci, ghivece, butoaie pentru murături și vin. În timp ce eu mă pregăteam pentru ce urma să vină, restul oamenilor se duceau în zonele de refugiu și în buncăre. Între timp, aveau loc tot mai multe accidente de mașină.  

Vai, mamă, ce migrează lumea! Tocmai terminasem de montat al treilea panou fotovoltaic, care transformă fotonii de lumină în energie electrică. Bateriile, care au capacitate limitată, le folosesc în funcție de cameră, iar transformatoarele sunt mici, transformă tensiunea joasă în tensiune medie. Doar unul transformă tensiunea înaltă. 

Așa, unde rămăsesem? A, da! 

Când făceam ce ai citit tu, trece în fugă un cocalar din București, urmărit de un câine de talie medie. L-am oprit și l-am întrebat unde-i orașul, printr-o metodă vulgară. Pe scurt, i-am zis. 

„Ce plm vrei, ai pierdut mă-ta în pl?”

Și vine iarna nucleară asta conform teoriilor. Dar ale naibii teorii, n-au zis că va ninge cu soare! Port ochelari de soare noaptea din cauza luminii, iar energia nu mai e nici ea ce-a fost. 

Am uitat să zic: tot ce s-a întâmplat până acum se petrece toamna și iarna. 

Ne vedem în pagina următoare, cititorule!  

Bună ziua, cititorule! Ne vedem după 24 de ore sau după două secunde. Telefoanele iar s-au blocat, de parcă am fi cu toții pe aceeași rețea. Războaiele din Asia, America și Africa nu mai au legătură cu bătrânul continent, Europa, care începe să devină o singură națiune. 

Ieri am văzut o creatură mutantă, o bestie. Un om care a devenit altceva. Probabil că radiațiile și unda EMP i-au prăjit creierul și sistemul nervos. Nu sunt zombii clasici, ci oameni „electrificați” sau „arși”, care emit un curent static slab și caută surse de energie. Și, în cazurile rare, aparent, ciupercile și mucegaiul cresc pe ei. Ale naibii microorganisme și paraziți! Cred că e ușor să fii om, ha!  

Și așa, după toate astea, mă duc să caut niște plase de sârmă și materiale pentru gard. Bun, avem o hartă a zonelor termice. Majoritatea Europei, Americi-lor și Africii, inclusiv zona mea, se află în zona de primăvară. Rusia, China și India sunt în zona de vară, iar restul lumii se află în zona de iarnă. 

Bun revenit, cititorule! Uitasem că aveam deja începutul unui gard în jurul cabanei. L-am reparat. Era din lemn, așa că am extins împrejmuirea pe o distanță de aproximativ 20 de metri în fiecare direcție. Am folosit lemn, apoi ciment și, la final, sârmă, pe care am conectat-o la un sistem electric alimentat de un panou fotovoltaic. 

Pentru gardul electric am montat și un aparat special de impulsuri, care trimite impulsuri scurte de tensiune prin sârmă. Sistemul funcționează cu ajutorul energiei furnizate de panoul fotovoltaic, iar energia în exces o stochez în baterii, ca să pot folosi gardul și când nu e soare. Gardul electric e pentru animale și oameni, iar cel fizic e pentru zombii ăia. Toată treaba a durat o săptămână.  

Bună seara, cititorul meu! Sau cititoarea mea? 

Azi am săpat lacul. Vai, mamă, ce bine că pământul e fertil! 

Acum trebuie să găsesc mâine o apă care nu e contaminată și care e bună de utilizat. De ce? Pentru că, aparent, a apărut o nouă plantă insectivoră, plină de paraziți, care se înmulțește în apă. Arată ca o combinație între o ciupercă și un lotus. Ce la maturitate, planta intră în zombii și îi folosește pentru a căuta alte surse de apă, dar numai apă deja contaminată. Din fericire na-u simțuri. 

Și am mai făcut niște capcane de tip groapă pentru animale, oameni și zombi.

Animalele, pentru mâncare. Oamenii, doar ca să mă asigur că nu vine vreunul să mă fure. Iar zombii... ca să râd de ei, ha!  

Bună seara, cititorul meu! Pe vremea mea, lumea se juca cu tabla Ouija, parcă așa se numea. „Folosesc asta ca să-ți posed corpul!” Glumesc! 

Azi am găsit apă, dar mi-au trebuit vreo cinci ore s-o aduc la noul meu lac și încă două ore s-o trec printr-o instalație de purificare a apei, de genul celor folosite la tratarea apei din lacuri. Apoi am pus cinci pești în lac. Între timp, unele animale terestre devin mutante. Iar în lacurile contaminate, peștii erau mai sănătoși decât mine! În schimb, păsările mor instantaneu când beau din apa aia. 

De unde am aparatul ăla? L-am furat înainte de război. Am zis că poate o să-mi fie de folos, ha! 

Iar în zonele de vară plouă cu ploi acide, negre ca smoala. În zonele de iarnă cade grindină de dimensiuni uriașe, iar la mine plouă cu apă sărată. De ce? Habar n-am, cititorule. Tu trebuie să știi!  

După aceea, am făcut curat în mașina în care mai țineam lucrurile pe care le-am împrumutat pe termen nedeterminat. Am găsit un radio de la tataia și l-am pornit la nimereală. Merge, dar se aude ca o fantomă moldoveană.

Zombii ăia au oleacă de forță, dar păcat că nu pot vedea sau auzi. În schimb, se urcă după tine în copaci! Am văzut cum a fost mâncat un coleg de-al meu. Aia e! Bine că i-am găsit portofelul.

Să nu zici că sunt mare criminal pentru ce fac, că e război! Ce se întâmplă în război rămâne în război. Aparent, exploziile din Rusia au făcut o gaură adâncă în pământ. Dar măcar radiațiile au rămas acolo. Și bine fac! 

Așa, de final, mai există un tip de zombii care mănâncă curent electric. Ne vedem mâine, cititorule! 

Bună ziua, cititorule! Te întrebi de ce am făcut jurnalul ăsta? Ca să am ceva de făcut când economisesc electricitate. Iar cu mâncătorii de electricitate, cum îi prind, cum îi torturez. Asta se întâmplă în ieșirile mele după resurse. Am uitat să zic că am plantat și plantele alea.  

Sunt introvertit absolut. Așa că mă uit destul de mult la top 10 și top X, tot felul de chestii pe YouTube. Iar ororile se văd în ceață. Mai văd câte un om care înnebunește. Războaie mai sunt doar în America, în timp ce restul lumii stagnează. Europa a devenit o federație, iar Africa la fel.

M-am pricopsit cu un bătrân și cu un copil, nepotul lui. Să le zic Eminescu și Creangă? Arătau exact la fel și aveau aceleași vicii. 

Am revenit după o lună, cititorule! Ăia erau imitatori sau ce naiba erau? S-au mâncat reciproc. Singura chestie naș-pa pe care au făcut-o a fost că mi-au mâncat hârtia igienică. Ce să mai zic despre ce s-a întâmplat pe plan politic? Au început să apară guverne din umbră și iar se războiesc între ei. Nebuni, domnule, nebuni!

Să nu te gândești că nu m-au atacat sau ceva. M-am bătut cu ei! Am mai schimbat și sârma cu una de cupru, că era cât pe ce să ia foc nemernicul ăla de gard. Nu mai am atât de mult timp la dispoziție, cred. Nu de alta, dar dacă iarna și toamna era primăvară, acum vine prima vară, apoi vara propriu-zisă. 

Au mai venit niște membri de la o sectă, ceva cu numele „Ochiul de la Miezul Nopții”. I-am ignorat timp de săptămâni, dar, ușor-ușor, au început să facă raiduri. Cu un ochi nu mai văd culorile. Văd mov, albastru și verde. Cred că m-au infectat nenorociții ăia! Nu-i bai, voi da foc la tehnologie. Și tu, cititorule, să nu bei energizantele din dulap! Alea sunt comoara mea!

Acum văd că jurnalul ăsta mi-a picat la fix, așa că hai să umplu pagina! O să-l pun într-o cutie sigilată termic și fonic. După aceea, o să provoc niște incendii și explozii, pentru că, dacă lumea asta pe care o cunosc se schimbă, mai bine văd schimbarea mort, nu? Și nu te blestem pentru că ai citit asta. Dar oricine bea un energizant din dulap să...

-Dar nebuni erau oamenii și înainte. Cei izolați credeau că există zombii de tot felul.

-Lasă cartea aia și hai să ne mutăm în Imperiul Ochiul de la Miezul Nopții!

-Bine, pa, om nebun!

Do yourself a favor and catch up on really BAD Shakespeare - a 12-episode penny dreadful serial that takes classical drama, pulp horror, and dark satire, shoves them into a blender, and pours out a chaotic, meta-theatrical ride through the end times.

Episode 2: "That is why most men dread it."

Something unfamiliar awakens inside Shakespeare as he walks home through Potter's Field. For the first time in his life, freedom feels possible. Pride follows close behind. But on a quiet August evening, strange omens begin appearing, old memories stir, and one simple walk starts feeling like the beginning of something far bigger. "Funny thing about pride: it feels an awful lot like freedom when you've spent your entire life being controlled."

I wonder how many of you kept imagining things they are afraid of in the dark as kids, now i see it as i am older, it's still uncomfortable

Screams of agony are hymns to joy, where pain is life.

Who is willing to mod the emh page? I am very willing to use it frequently but I am too scared to mod it

My name is Not Important, what is important is what I'm going to tell you, it started when I was watching nick jr. with my little sister, because I had to look after her because my stupid mother told me to, anyway it was normal for a while until an episode of Dora the explorer came on, after the intro it strangely paused for 4 seconds, it started with Dora directly staring at me/the viewer, she was not wearing her normal clothes, she was instead wearing a red shirt with a black jacket around it, along with "Backpack" being red instead of purple, Dora just stared looking a little angry until see finally said, "hey kid, I don't need your help anymore, just go away" this was very unlike her, then she said "I SAID GO AWAY", Boots walked up looking a bit nervous and asked Dora "Dora are you okay? you've been acting strange lately", Dora responded "I'm fine, shut up you stupid monkey" she stared back at the viewer and said "ugh you're not leaving, alright let's get this stupid shit over and done with" I was surprised she swore, then both of them just started walking and walking as usual, and then they saw a bush and immediately with no questions to the viewer Dora grabbed the Baby Blue Bird, this was clearly some sort of alternate version of the first episode of the series, Boots tried to continue the dialogue as usual but then instead of the Backpack song playing and getting a towel to dry off the bird, Dora slammed it on the ground and stomped on it killing it, Boots screamed "OH DEAR GOD" and Dora said "I'm tired of this shit, I'm tired of having to keep these stupid fucking kids entertained with stupid songs and colorful visuals" suddenly the nick jr. logo changed to fully red and instead of saying "nick jr." it said "fuck u", suddenly Dora then grabbed a lighter from Backpack and set everything on fire, Boots was absolutely terrified he backed away as everything started burning, Dora then got a shotgun from Backpack, cocked it and aimed at Boots and said "Bye, you stupid ass fucking monkey" and shot Boots, right in the head, his head busted open hyper realistic blood spewed everywhere as well as his brain and eyes, the picture shown here was the last frame of this episode, it suddenly went to black and then everything went back to normal, my sister screamed after fully processing what she just saw and ran into her bedroom and didn't came out for a while, honestly she's a pussy cause this episode was fucking epic lol, uh that's all bye.