this is no longer their game. consider yourself marked.

CANYOUSEETHEWORDS was a blog discovered by players of Everyman HYBRID during the sleep experiment videos. It started with a few posts that lacked immediate relevance outside of troubling references to arks, floods, and water, but soon became integral to the game. The blog continued to update as events unfolded, so the main pages for Everyman HYBRID will link to its posts as they occur chronologically.

Table of Contents


Chapters Six through Nine, King James Version:

Chapter 6 And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose. And the LORD said, My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh: yet his days shall be an hundred and twenty years. There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. And GOD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them. But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD. These are the generations of Noah: Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations, and Noah walked with God. And Noah begat three sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth. The earth also was corrupt before God, and the earth was filled with violence. And God looked upon the earth, and, behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted his way upon the earth. And God said unto Noah, The end of all flesh is come before me; for the earth is filled with violence through them; and, behold, I will destroy them with the earth. Make thee an ark of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou make in the ark, and shalt pitch it within and without with pitch. And this is the fashion which thou shalt make it of: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits. A window shalt thou make to the ark, and in a cubit shalt thou finish it above; and the door of the ark shalt thou set in the side thereof; with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it. And, behold, I, even I, do bring a flood of waters upon the earth, to destroy all flesh, wherein is the breath of life, from under heaven; and every thing that is in the earth shall die. But with thee will I establish my covenant; and thou shalt come into the ark, thou, and thy sons, and thy wife, and thy sons’ wives with thee. And of every living thing of all flesh, two of every sort shalt thou bring into the ark, to keep them alive with thee; they shall be male and female. Of fowls after their kind, and of cattle after their kind, of every creeping thing of the earth after his kind, two of every sort shall come unto thee, to keep them alive. And take thou unto thee of all food that is eaten, and thou shalt gather it to thee; and it shall be for food for thee, and for them. Thus did Noah; according to all that God commanded him, so did he.

Chapter 7 And the LORD said unto Noah, Come thou and all thy house into the ark; for thee have I seen righteous before me in this generation. Of every clean beast thou shalt take to thee by sevens, the male and his female: and of beasts that are not clean by two, the male and his female. Of fowls also of the air by sevens, the male and the female; to keep seed alive upon the face of all the earth. For yet seven days, and I will cause it to rain upon the earth forty days and forty nights; and every living substance that I have made will I destroy from off the face of the earth. And Noah did according unto all that the LORD commanded him. And Noah was six hundred years old when the flood of waters was upon the earth. And Noah went in, and his sons, and his wife, and his sons’ wives with him, into the ark, because of the waters of the flood. Of clean beasts, and of beasts that are not clean, and of fowls, and of every thing that creepeth upon the earth, here went in two and two unto Noah into the ark, the male and the female, as God had commanded Noah. And it came to pass after seven days, that the waters of the flood were upon the earth. In the six hundredth year of Noah’s life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened. And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights. In the selfsame day entered Noah, and Shem, and Ham, and Japheth, the sons of Noah, and Noah’s wife, and the three wives of his sons with them, into the ark; They, and every beast after his kind, and all the cattle after their kind, and every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind, and every fowl after his kind, every bird of every sort. And they went in unto Noah into the ark, two and two of all flesh, wherein is the breath of life. And they that went in, went in male and female of all flesh, as God had commanded him: and the LORD shut him in. And the flood was forty days upon the earth; and the waters increased, and bare up the ark, and it was lift up above the earth. And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly upon the earth; and the ark went upon the face of the waters. And the waters prevailed exceedingly upon the earth; and all the high hills, that were under the whole heaven, were covered. Fifteen cubits upward did the waters prevail; and the mountains were covered. And all flesh died that moved upon the earth, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of beast, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth, and every man: All in whose nostrils was the breath of life, of all that was in the dry land, died. And every living substance was destroyed which was upon the face of the ground, both man, and cattle, and the creeping things, and the fowl of the heaven; and they were destroyed from the earth: and Noah only remained alive, and they that were with him in the ark. And the waters prevailed upon the earth an hundred and fifty days.

Chapter 8 And God remembered Noah, and every living thing, and all the cattle that was with him in the ark: and God made a wind to pass over the earth, and the waters asswaged; The fountains also of the deep and the windows of heaven were stopped, and the rain from heaven was restrained; And the waters returned from off the earth continually: and after the end of the hundred and fifty days the waters were abated. And the ark rested in the seventh month, on the seventeenth day of the month, upon the mountains of Ararat. And the waters decreased continually until the tenth month: in the tenth month, on the first day of the month, were the tops of the mountains seen. And it came to pass at the end of forty days, that Noah opened the window of the ark which he had made: And he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth. Also he sent forth a dove from him, to see if the waters were abated from off the face of the ground; But the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him into the ark, for the waters were on the face of the whole earth: then he put forth his hand, and took her, and pulled her in unto him into the ark. And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; And the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth. And he stayed yet other seven days; and sent forth the dove; which returned not again unto him any more. And it came to pass in the six hundredth and first year, in the first month, the first day of the month, the waters were dried up from off the earth: and Noah removed the covering of the ark, and looked, and, behold, the face of the ground was dry. And in the second month, on the seven and twentieth day of the month, was the earth dried. And God spake unto Noah, saying, Go forth of the ark, thou, and thy wife, and thy sons, and thy sons’ wives with thee. Bring forth with thee every living thing that is with thee, of all flesh, both of fowl, and of cattle, and of every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth; that they may breed abundantly in the earth, and be fruitful, and multiply upon the earth. And Noah went forth, and his sons, and his wife, and his sons’ wives with him: Every beast, every creeping thing, and every fowl, and whatsoever creepeth upon the earth, after their kinds, went forth out of the ark. And Noah builded an altar unto the LORD; and took of every clean beast, and of every clean fowl, and offered burnt offerings on the altar. And the LORD smelled a sweet savour; and the LORD said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man’s sake; for the imagination of man’s heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done. While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.

Chapter 9 And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth. And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes of the sea; into your hand are they delivered. Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things. But flesh with the life thereof, which is the blood thereof, shall ye not eat. And surely your blood of your lives will I require; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man; at the hand of every man’s brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man. And you, be ye fruitful, and multiply; bring forth abundantly in the earth, and multiply therein. And God spake unto Noah, and to his sons with him, saying, And I, behold, I establish my covenant with you, and with your seed after you; And with every living creature that is with you, of the fowl, of the cattle, and of every beast of the earth with you; from all that go out of the ark, to every beast of the earth. And I will establish my covenant with you; neither shall all flesh be cut off any more by the waters of a flood; neither shall there any more be a flood to destroy the earth. And God said, This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations: I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth. And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that the bow shall be seen in the cloud: And I will remember my covenant, which is between me and you and every living creature of all flesh; and the waters shall no more become a flood to destroy all flesh. And the bow shall be in the cloud; and I will look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant between God and every living creature of all flesh that is upon the earth. And God said unto Noah, This is the token of the covenant, which I have established between me and all flesh that is upon the earth. And the sons of Noah, that went forth of the ark, were Shem, and Ham, and Japheth: and Ham is the father of Canaan. These are the three sons of Noah: and of them was the whole earth overspread. And Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard: And he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent. And Ham, the father of Canaan, saw the nakedness of his father, and told his two brethren without. And Shem and Japheth took a garment, and laid it upon both their shoulders, and went backward, and covered the nakedness of their father; and their faces were backward, and they saw not their father’s nakedness. And Noah awoke from his wine, and knew what his younger son had done unto him. And he said, Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren. And he said, Blessed be the LORD God of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant. God shall enlarge Japheth, and he shall dwell in the tents of Shem; and Canaan shall be his servant. And Noah lived after the flood three hundred and fifty years. And all the days of Noah were nine hundred and fifty years: and he died.

Posted June 1, 2010


The story begins:

Shurippak -a city which thou knowest, (And) which on Euphrates’ banks is set- That city was ancient, (as were) the gods within it, When their heart led the great gods to produce the flood. There were Anu, their father, Valiant Enlil, their counselor, (Note: the god of the wind) Ninurta, their herald, Ennuge, their irrigator. Ninigiku-Ea was also present with them; Their words he repeats to the reed-hut: ‘Reed-hut, reed-hut! Wall! Wall! Reed-hut, hearken! Wall, reflect! Man of Shuruppak, son of Ubar-Tutu, Tear down (this) house, build a ship! Give up possessions, seek thou life. Despise property and keep the soul alive. Aboard the ship take thou the seed of all living things. The ship that thou shalt build, Her dimensions shall be to measure. Equal shall be her width and her length. Like the Apsu thou shalt ceil her.’ I understood, and I said to Ea, my lord: 'Behold, my lord, what thou hast thus ordered, I shall be honoured to carry out. But what shall I answer the city, the people and elders?’ Ea opened his mouth to speak, Saying to me, his servant: 'Thou shalt then thus speak unto them: “I have learned that Enlil is hostile to me, (Note: the Spirit) So that I cannot reside in your city, Nor set my foot in Enlil’s territory. To the Deep I will therefore go down, To dwell with my lord Ea. But upon you he will shower down abundance, The choicest birds, the rarest fishes. The land shall have its fill of harvest riches. He who at dusk orders the hush-greens, Will shower down upon you a rain of wheat. With the first glow of dawn, The land was gathered about me. (too fragmentary for translation] The little ones carried bitumen, While the grown ones brought all else that was needful. On the fifth day I laid her framework. One (whole) acre was her floor space, (660’ X 660’) Ten dozen cubits the height of each of her walls, Ten dozen cubits each edge of the square deck. I laid out the shape of her sides and joined her together. I provided her with six decks, Dividing her (thus) into seven parts. Her floor plan I divided into nine parts. I hammered water-plugs into her. I saw to the punting-poles and laid in supplies. Six 'sar’ (measures = 8,000 gallons), of bitumen I poured into the furnace, Three sar of asphalt I also poured inside. Three sar of the basket-bearers transferred, Aside from the one sar of oil which the calking consumed, And the two sar of oil which the boatman stowed away. Bullocks I slaughtered for the people, And I killed sheep every day. Must, red wine, oil, and white wine I gave the workmen to drink, as though river water, That they might feast as on New Year’s Day… . On the seventh day the ship was completed. The launching was very difficult, So that they had to shift the floor planks above and below, Until two-thirds of the structure had gone into the water. Whatever I had I laded upon her. Whatever I had of silver I laded upon her, Whatever I had of gold I laded upon her, Whatever I had of all the living beings I laded upon her. All my family and kin I made go aboard the ship. The beasts of the field, the wild creatures of the field, All the craftsmen I made go aboard. Shamash (Sumerian sun god) had set for me a stated time: 'When he who orders unease at night Will shower down a rain of blight, Board thou the ship and batten up the gate!’ That stated time had arrived: 'He who orders unease at night showers down a rain of blight.’ I watched the appearance of the weather. The weather was awesome to behold. I boarded the ship and battened up the gate. To batten up the (whole) ship, to Puzar-Amurri, the boatman, I handed over the structure together with its contents. With the first glow of dawn, A black cloud rose up from the horizon. Inside it Adad thunders, While Shallat and Hanish go in front, Moving as heralds over hill and plain. Erragal tears out the posts; Forth comes Ninurta and causes the dikes to follow. The Anunnaki lift up the torches, Setting the land ablaze with their glare. Consternation over Adad reaches to the heavens, Turning to blackness all that had been light. The wide land was shattered like a pot! For one day the south-storm blew, Gathering speed as it blew, submerging the mountains, Overtaking the people like a battle. No one can see his fellow, Nor can the people be recognized from heaven. The gods were frightened by the deluge, And, shrinking back, they ascended to the heaven of Anu. The gods cowered like dogs Crouched against the outer wall. Ishtar cried out like a woman in travail, The sweet-voiced mistress of the gods moans aloud: 'The olden days are alas turned to clay, Because I bespoke evil in the Assembly of the gods, How could I bespeak evil in the Assembly of the gods, Ordering battle for the destruction of my people, When it is I myself who give birth to my people! Like the spawn of the fishes they fill the sea!’ The Anunnaki gods weep with her, he gods, all humbled, sit and weep, Their lips drawn tight… . one and all. Six days and six nights Blows the flood wind, as the south-storm sweeps the land. When the seventh day arrived, The flood (-carrying) south-storm subsided in the battle, Which it had fought like an army. The sea-grew quiet, the tempest was still, the flood ceased. I looked at the weather. stillness had set in, And all of mankind had returned to clay. The landscape was as level as a flat roof. I opened a hatch, and light fell on my face. Bowing low, I sat and wept, Tears running down my face. I looked about for coast lines in the expanse of the sea: In each of fourteen (regions) There emerged a region (-mountain). On Mount Nisir the ship came to a halt. Mount Nisir held the ship fast, Allowing -no motion. [For six days the ship is held fast by Mount Nisir.] When the seventh day arrived, I sent forth and set free a dove. The dove went forth, but came back; There was no resting-place for it and she turned round. Then I sent forth and set free a swallow. The swallow went forth, but came back, There was no resting-place for it and she turned round. Then I sent forth and set free a raven. The raven went forth and, seeing that the waters had diminished, He eats, circles, caws, and turns not round. Then I let out (all) to the four winds And offered a sacrifice. I poured out a libation on the top of the mountain. Seven and seven cult-vessels I set up, Upon their plate-stands I heaped cane, cedarwood, and myrtle. The gods smelled the savour, The gods smelled the sweet savour, The gods crowded like flies about the sacrificer. As soon as the great goddess arrived, She lifted up the great jewels which Anu had fashioned to her liking: 'Ye gods here, as surely as this lapis Upon my neck I shall -not forget, I shall be mindful of these days, forgetting (them) never. Let the gods come to the offering: (But) let not Enlil (wind or spirit) come to the offering, For he, unreasoning, brought on the deluge And my people consigned to destruction.’ As soon as Enlil arrived, And saw the ship, Enlil was wroth, He was filled with wrath against the Igigi gods: 'Has some living soul escaped? No man was to survive the destruction!’ Ninurta opened his mouth to speak, Saying to valiant Enlil: 'Who other than Ea can devise plans? It is Ea alone who knows every matter.’ Ea opened his mouth to speak, Saying to valiant Enlil: 'Thou wisest of the gods, thou hero, How couldst thou, unreasoning, bring on the deluge? On the sinner impose his sin, On the transgressor impose his transgression! (Yet) be lenient, lest he be cut off, Be patient, lest he be dislodged Instead of thy bringing on the deluge, Would that a lion had risen up to diminish mankind! Instead of thy brining on the deluge, Would that a wolf had risen up to diminish mankind! Instead of thy bringing on the deluge, Would that a famine had risen up to lay low mankind! Instead of thy bringing on the deluge, Would that pestilence had risen up to smite down mankind! It was not I who disclosed the secret of the great gods. I let Atrahasis (epithed of Utnapishtim) see a dream, And he perceived the secret of the gods. Now then take counsel in regard to him!’ Thereupon Enlil went aboard the ship. Holding me by the hand, he took me aboard. He took my wife aboard and made (her) kneel by my side. Standing between us, he touched our foreheads to bless us: 'Hitherto Utnapishtim (Noah) has been but human. Henceforth Utnapishtim and his wife shall be like unto us gods. Utnapishtim shall reside far away, at the mouth of the rivers!’ Thus they took me and made me reside far away, At the mouth of the rivers.

Posted June 1, 2010

June 1, 2010


A flood is an overflow of an expanse of water that submerges land.The EU --Floods-- directive defines a flood as a temporary covering by water of land not normally covered by water. In the sense of “flowing water”, the word may also be applied to the inflow of the tide.

Flooding may result from the volume of water within a body of water, such as a river or lake, which overflows or breaks levees, with the result that some of the water escapes its usual boundaries.[3] While the size of a lake or other body of water will vary with seasonal changes in precipitation and snow melt, it is not a significant unless such escapes of water endanger land areas used by man like a village, city or other inhabited area.

Floods can also occur in rivers, when flow exceeds the capacity of the river channel, particularly at bends or meanders. Floods often cause damage to homes and businesses if they are placed in natural flood plains of rivers. While flood damage can be virtually eliminated by moving away from rivers and other bodies of water, since time out of mind, people have lived and worked by the water to seek sustenance and capitalize on the gains of cheap and easy travel and commerce by being near water. That humans continue to inhabit areas threatened by flood damage is evidence that the perceived value of living near the water exceeds the cost of repeated periodic flooding.

The word “flood” comes from the Old English flod, a word common to Germanic languages (compare German Flut, Dutch vloed from the same root as is seen in flow, float; also compare with Latin fluctus, flumen). Deluge myths are mythical stories of a great flood sent by a deity or deities to destroy civilization as an act of divine retribution, and are featured in the mythology of many cultures.


June 2, 2010



There is a legend…

…of a flood called the Dreamtime flood. Riding on this flood was the woramba, or the Ark Gumana. In this ark was Noah, Aborigines, and various animals. This ark eventually came to rest in the plain of Djilinbadu where it can still be found. They claim that the white mans story about the ark landing in the middle east is a lie that was started to keep the aborigines in subservience. This legend is undoubtedly the product of aboriginal legends merging with those of visiting missionaries, and there does not appear to be any native flood stories from Australia.

Posted June 2, 2010


The Toltec natives have a legend telling that the original creation lasted for 1716 years and was destroyed by a flood, in which only one family survived.

Posted June 2, 2010

I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe. I believe.

You should too.

Posted June 3, 2010

Does anyone else know? Do they even care?

I believe. And I wish I couldn’t.

Posted June 4, 2010

June 4, 2010


Floods are the most common and widespread of all weather-related natural disasters. Most communities in the United States have experienced flooding after spring rains, heavy thunderstorms, or winter snow thaws. Floods have enough power to change the course of rivers and bury houses in mud. And flash floods are the most dangerous kind of floods, because they combine the destructive power of a flood with incredible speed and unpredictability. Learn more about the force of flash floods when you read through this lesson.

Genesis 6:15

This is how you are to build it: The ark is to be 450 feet long, 75 feet wide and 45 feet high.

Posted June 4, 2010

June 6, 2010


He’ll never find me here,

but I just can't risk it.

Posted June 6, 2010

June 7, 2010

(“Plural for Sheep” by The Sunstreak)

Hold back the water with me, with me. Hold back the water with me, with me.

June 8, 2010

(“I Wish It Would Rain” by The Temptations)


We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

H.P. Lovecraft, “The Call of Cthulhu”

Posted June 8, 2010


The Atrocity is lost along with its secret cargo and all aboard … shhhhhhhhhhhh … and who would ever know of the pocket of air in that second hold where one man hid, having sealed the doors, creating a momentary bit of inside, a place to live in, to breathe in, a man who survived the blast and the water anda instead lived to feel another kind of death, a closing in of such impenetrable darkness, far blacker than any Haitian night or recounted murder, though he did find a flashlight, not much against the darkness he could hear outside and nothing against the cold rushing in as this great coffin plummeted downwards, pressure building though not enough to kill him before the ship hit a shelf of rock and rested, knocks in the hull like divers knocking with hammersâ" though, he knows, there are no divers, only air bubbles and creaks lying about the future. He drops the flashlight, the bulb breaks, nothing to see anyway, losing air, losing his sense of his home, his daughters, his five blonde daughters and … and … he feels theshelf of rock give way and suddenly the ship rushes down again, no rock now, no earth, so black, and nothing to stop his final descent … (p. 299f.)


-Job 13:14 (seems strangely appropriate)

Posted June 8, 2010

June 10, 2010


Anonymous asks:

i see


But do you though?

June 11, 2010

(“Gouge Away” by The Pixies)

sleeping on your belly
you break my arms
you spoon my eyes
been rubbing a bad charm
with holy fingers


I know that I am currently engaged in the age of the stereotypical teenage angst and I know damn well we all are going through this emotional shitstorm, but believe me when I tell you, however, that I am desperately alone in this.

Is there anyone out there who can help? Anyone out there who feels what I feel?

Posted June 11, 2010


Heavy rains overnight triggered the floods, which slammed two campgrounds about 75 miles west of Little Rock, Arkansas.

Posted June 11, 2010

June 15, 2010

Anonymous asks:

what the hell is this shit, evan is that you?


It’s an attempted creative outlet and I’m sorry to disappoint, dearie, but I do not know an Evan.

June 16, 2010

Anonymous asks:

How can we help you? Or all of you?


Ah, don’t read too much into it. Or do. It’s just something I have been dealing with.

Anonymous asks:




Anonymous asks:

how can I help you?


Well, there’s a lot of unpacking to do.

Anonymous asks:

I know what it's like to feel so desperately alone. I want to help you. Would it help at all to talk to someone about what you're dealing with?


Thanks for the concern, anonymous, but talking about it can only make matters worse for everyone.

June 17, 2010

  • First Untitled Video: “And I got a question if I know an Evan… I’m sorry, I don’t think I know an Evan, so I’m pretty sure that I don’t know who he is.”
  • The blogger introduces herself as an art student at Princeton, not yet comfortable enough to share her name. She will meet with her doctor the next day.
    • Minutiae: Posted June 17, 2010. The blogger’s paintings include forests, a skeletal figure resembling the Slender Man, and a figure with purple duct tape over its mouth. Players on UnFiction start calling her “Damsel”, which catches on as her official nickname. The description reads:

Moving in.


(Honestly, though, I don’t really mind the help)

Posted June 19, 2010

June 20, 2010

(“A Day in the Life” by The Beatles)

June 21, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Hey, I asked you earlier how I could help you. Now I'm just wondering what the floods and ark stuff are about. Mind filling us in?


Wait. Who’s “us”?

Anonymous asks:

what are you seeing your doctor for? what caused said condition?


Past trauma. Trying to forget.

Anonymous asks:

What's the inspiration for your artwork?


Ask any beat with a camera what his hobby is and he’ll say “photography.” What we see is our inspiration. Anyone who says anything else is lying, to themselves and to the world.

Anonymous asks:

Hey, I saw all those drawings in the back of your room. Those by chance don't happen to depict part of your problem do they? I feel I can help if they do.


They might. But talking about it will only make it worse.

Anonymous asks:

Can you explain your preoccupation with water, floods, and the story of the Ark? Do these symbols hold a personal meaning?


I don’t know. But I’ve noticed a pattern and it doesn’t look good.

Anonymous asks:

are you familiar with the group everyman HYBRID? The person I was talking about, Evan, was looking at your page during one of their you tube post and I was wondering If he knows anything that can help you? and this ARK thing, is deeply reminding me of TOTHEARK. That is all my questions for now. Maybe If you were to answer them I and others may help you


I’ll be sure to check them out. This guy Evan came up a few times before, but again, I have no idea who you guys are talking about! lol

Anonymous asks:

yesterday I felt something watching me, I was scared, alone.


If it happens again, feel free to contact me.

Anonymous asks:

Okay, I'm gonna come clean here and say that I can't see the words.

What words? I mean, what am I lookin' for here?


Imagine being those Renaissance thinkers, holding volumes upon volumes of Greek and Roman masterpieces, knowing that those pages held stories, some great, some terrible, but all ancient, and having no clue as to what they actually meant. Something like that.

Anonymous asks:

Not so much a question as a statement. I really like your paintings, they've got a very sinister edge to them and a great use of colour. Now, a question, will you be posting these anywhere? Because I'd love to see more.


Thank you, I really appreciate it! If I do decide to post more, it will probably be here.

Anonymous asks:

Does acknowledging it make it worse?



Anonymous asks:

Can you show us some of your art?


I’m glad that you guys seem to enjoy it so much. I’ll try to get more up here.

Anonymous asks:

Are you running from something non-human, but still living (literally)? If not, then I'm sorry that you're being bothered, but all the evidence points towards it. It really does.


I may have an answer for you. But I must ask, are you running from something, as well? Regardless, I must be getting to sleep. Work in the am. Goodnight, world.

June 22, 2010

demongel asks:

I saw your Twitter question and thought I'd give you some ideas. I use multi-colored light bulbs in my room, mainly reed ones and blacklights. I've also seen people use those string lights that you normally put on Christmas tress, hanging them along the ceiling. I'm not sure about your personal style preferences, so I can't really recommend beyond lighting.


I really do like the Christmas lights idea. We’ll see what happens… maybe I’ll border a quote or something with these lights.

Anonymous asks:

Um, 'us' is everyone following your blog. I'm obviously not the only one.


Just trying to clear things up, you can never be too careful. Don’t mean to offend you, yea?

Anonymous asks:

You asked who we all are. We are people who care who also enjoy art. Nothing more, nothing less.
Your artwork in your video is very reminiscent of something that some of us are all too familar with. I must ask, what is your inspiration behind the pieces? If it is something that is better left unsaid then perhaps we know what has been plauging you. -Jason.


Well, if you think you may know, you’re probably right on mark. All I’ll say though is “it” is responsible for my migration up north. I miss my old house, but I couldn’t live there without my family. I guess I miss school, too. The professors at the Alabama School of Fine Arts were phenomenal.

June 23, 2010

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For you, since you’re all curiouser and curiouser to see more. Thank you for enjoying it, I appreciate your acknowledgment. :)

Edit : Most are just sketches.

Anonymous asks:

Do you have a gallery of your art somewhere on the net? I'd very much like to see all of it.


I’m going to post some more here. I’m happy to see that people like it. Really. Thank you.


Strongly built to protect it all,

Against a force that beckons to call.

Behind this wall, it’s easy to live.

No more to get with less to give.

In one instant, the flood rages in,

Attacking that wall, wearing it thin.

The onslaught becomes too much to bear.

Unstoppable, without warning, no time to prepare.

Pain flashes through the heart and soul,

Destroying what was once thought whole.

Sooner or later, the walls crumble and break,

Creating inside an unbearable ache.

All at once, never in small measures,

Memories invade of all past treasures.

No longer mine, they belong to another.

Why would I care? Why even bother?

Although the pain is less than before,

I beg to be saved from bearing it more.

I reach for the concrete and mortar of my mind.

In hopes to leave those memories behind.

Hastily rebuilding that wall of protection.

Each block in place, no room for rejection.

Built from tears and not from blood

Safe again from memories flash flood.

Posted June 24, 2010


Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),
It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.
It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.
It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.
And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

Posted June 24, 2010

June 25, 2010

  • Second Untitled Video: “I checked out the, um, this Evan guy, this… HYBRID-men or whatever it’s called. I watched about, like, four or five videos. It’s amusing, really… no, they really do seem like nice guys. It’s cute, but… they shouldn’t really mess with things that they don’t know about. Just saying… just like, it’s kind of like making a Holocaust joke, you know?”
  • Damsel says that she has not made any friends at Princeton yet, but does not care because most people she has befriended do not listen to her. She also makes the above statement.
    • Minutiae: Posted June 25, 2010.

Anonymous asks:

Not trying to sound angry or mean here at all. Just taking a stab in the dark, thinking I'm on to something.

You and the rest of your followers appear to beat around the bush so to speak in the question/answer sessions you've posted so far.

Has no one else really come out and asked about the Slender Man and your situation, or are you not answering those questions that refer to him by nameon purpose?


Evil does evil deeds but giving it a name only empowers it. What happened has happened and I do thank you all for expressing such concern and interest, but it’d be best for it to stay unnamed.

I’m looking to help those already involved; not pull more in.

Anonymous asks:

What pattern regarding arks, floods, water and what have you are you referring to in one of the earlier answer sessions?


Again, I’m trying to appeal to those who have seen. Not bring more in.

I’m not going to construct a bandwagon for the masses to die in.

Anonymous asks:

Would you mind getting a higher-resolution version of the man with the words on the right side of his face? I can't make out what it says, and I have a feeling that it could be important for something that's been going on in my life.


Pun intended: there are no words to be seen. At least not meaningful ones. Just gibberish.

Anonymous asks:

You mentioned in your latest video that Evan and his group were essentially messing with things outside their understanding.
I fear your concern is well founded as in some of the videos past where you stopped the "joke" became considerably less funny when things got real. You mentioned your parents left your old home. Why? -Jason.


I haven’t caught up on the entire series. I’ve only watched up to five.

Well, my parents, didn’t really get the chance to leave. They’re dead.

(“Here Comes The Snake” by Cherry Poppin’ Daddies)

June 28, 2010

(“(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” by Blue Öyster Cult)

June 29, 2010


Have to appreciate your apparently strange neighbors and their “surprises” at your door after a long day at work.

July 2, 2010

(“Put Your Lights On” by Santana)

(“The Darkness” by Zombie Girl)

(“Invasion” by Eisley)

July 9, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Have you read of Damien O'Connor? If anyone could use your help to face this Nameless (well you refuse to name it) entity, it is certainly him. His blog is Dreams in Darkness. and the link is and he has recently been attacked by SM, because he was pretending to be attacked by him. and his other blog has been hacked by a strange being. if you could help, I would advise you to do so…


Thank you for pointing me his way. I’ll try to contact him, but in light of recent (positive) events, perhaps I’ll take a break from such dark things.

Anonymous asks:

What happened to your parents? How did they die?


Last week, I probably would have had an all-too-emotional nerd-rage response to this, but honestly, I have to appreciate your to-the-pointness.

It’s kind of funny, really. I’m not even sure my neighbors know we’re gone. This guy overdosed down the street and that brought everyone’s spirit down and rightfully so. Don’t get me wrong, the community was very tight-knit and loving, but they can handle maybe one tragedy at a time. I came home from school one afternoon. The house was a half-acre of ash.

Anonymous asks:

Am I right in deducting from the last batch of questions and answers that you are fairly certain that there are indeed others out there that have encountered the same evil, whatever it may be, that you have?

How can I know that my situation is the same as yours?

You have good taste in music.


Oh, I am positive that there are others who know what I’m talking about. You have to understand though, I’m not trying to be difficult when I withhold details. I’m just really trying to not make matters worse.

(In regards to my musical tendencies: thank you. I heard the Pixies are playing sometime soon. Frank Black’s epic return? We’ll see. Hehe.)

Anonymous asks:

it stands cold and silent. i don't know why and i don't want to know what. i've screamed and cried and its only grown stronger. there are others, i know it, there are those who use it for play but there are others who know better. i think you know better. its calmed for you.

help me.


I know it is the equivalent of ignoring genocide, but you must occupy your mind and distract yourself from such thought. It’s how I’m coping. It’s the only way.

Anonymous asks:

Those EverymanHYRBID people have received a similar note to yours. It appears you both have opposing halves to coordinates. Perhaps you should reach out to the one called Evan. You mentioned your parents. Did IT have anything to do with their passing? Forgive me for prying. -Jason.


As much as I love goose chases, I’m just going to avoid anything out of the ordinary at the moment. As for my family, check my last couple of posts.

Anonymous asks:

I believe as someone else said, that a lot of people may be familiar with the entity you seem to be plagued by. If it's the figure from your drawing of the pale faced man in your videos, we may know who it is.
Have you ever heard of the "Slender Man"? That is the "thing" that the guys in EverymanHYBRID seem to be being stalked by. The Slender Man is a fictitious character created on an online forum. However, it/he seems to show up in reality. Do you know what a tulpa is? It's a Tibetan thought form, meaning it's something that we create solely through the power of our minds, by believing in it. You said talking about "it" makes it worse. Maybe your thoughts and memories are causing "it" to show up. Have you seen things? Things that remind you of your past trauma? Also, ToTheArk that someone else mentioned is a character related to Marble Hornets, another video series detailing the presence of the Slender Man. I know this is a lot to take in at once. Feel free to ask questions if you decide to post and respond to this comment.



Anonymous asks:

Hey. Just a little heads up, you weren't the only person in New Jersey to receive an envelope with half a set of co-ordinates. Those EveryManHYBRID guys just did too. Except they got the longitude section of some co-ordinates. Just FYI: 40 18.310 N 74 41.097 W are the full co-ordinates, Ends up in Delaware and Raritan State Park somewhere.


Delaware’s a bit of a ways off from here. Hm.

Anonymous asks:

for the record, your in deep shit. watch your back. they're gonna get you get you get you sweet pea. get you get you get you. don't take the credit


We’re all fucked.

Anonymous asks:

That skeleton painting that is displayed in your studio, what's the name and meaning of it?


Name: nameless. Meaning: meaningless. Unless of course, you want to call it something and conversely, wish to take something from it.

Anonymous asks:

Are you aware that the picture on one of the papers your neighbors left you is incredibly similar to EverymanHYBRID's Twitter avatar?


I’ll compare the two.

Anonymous asks:

I have a question about your latest picture. It looks like an envelope with what looks like coordinates. Did you get this randomly or is it something you made?


It was tacked to my door one night.

Anonymous asks:

who are you?


Who are you?

Anonymous asks:

those are half of coordinates. the other half is W 074 41.097, it's located off of the raritan canal on county road 533 in princeton (right before it goes over the river heading south). if that means anything to you (the other half was received by the EVERYMAN's) you might want to contact the everymen about this, before some shit goes down.


I’m getting a lot of these messages. Hm.

Anonymous asks:

There is no help.


Well now, Mr. Downer.

Anonymous asks:

Is there any band or song that you would consider your favorite? It would help me personally to understand you a little bit more.


Ah, I like a lot of groups. Just keep checking back here. You’ll get an idea. :)

Anonymous asks:

Can you draw me a picture of Superman in your art style? Cause I love your art, and I love Superman, and it would be really kickass if they were combined.

And if not, can you at least post more of your stuff?


I’ll get right on it. (And I’ll leave you to guess what I’m answering :P)

demongel asks:

It would seem that the men of EverymanHYBRID received a similar surprise. Looking at both of them (yours in the photo and EverymanHYBRID's in their latest video) the logical conclusion is that you were both given one half of a set of coordinates.

The latitude and longitude point to a wooded area near Princeton, New Jersey.

Your thoughts?


Many, many of these messages. It is only a five minute drive from here.

Anonymous asks:

I've seen him


Then you know.

Anonymous asks:

I was just wondering if you have any advice coping with It. It seems to come during the nights when I am alone.


Block it out. Play a game. Get a job. Run. Read. Get the fuck out of your mind.

Anonymous asks:

I can't


They’re right in front of you.

Anonymous asks:

In early June, you posted a few really nice photos. Where'd you find them?


Some are mine. Some belong to the internet. They may or may not have a purpose. Just like us.

Anonymous asks:

May 2010. Southern Poland. Flooded.



Check the trees on the right side.


What can save us from the flood?

Anonymous asks:

I'd just like to say that I am going through the same thing you are except mine just started. I got home from work and firetrucks were surrounding my house. It was apparently a grease fire but my family was very neat and tidy. I have no siblings or parents left. I am living with my Nana a couple of blocks down the same street. I can't help but pass the house everyday and I tear up. I would love to display my name but I'm not ready for this. How are you coping with this?


Contact me. Now.


Anonymous asks:

My question is, why hide? Why live in fear for the rest of you're life? Why live under it's rule? Why not fight it? If I was being chased by it, I would fight it and live, or fight it and die, nothing in between, I would defy the monster, for life or death.


The strongest rebel can only provide it His strongest weapon.

Anonymous asks:

Just to let you know, in case you were interested, the EverymanHybrid guys are doing a UStream webcast tonight at 10PM your time. It might be a good opportunity to find out a bit more, what with you both getting strange co-ordinates delivered to your doors. Just a suggestion, like I say.



Pity I missed it.

July 10, 2010

  • Third Untitled Video: “Everything’s been really looking up for me already, and I even made a friend or two.”
  • Damsel explains that the lack of updates are due to her business with school.
    • Minutiae: Posted July 10, 2010.

July 15, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Thanks for the advice about coping. I see it less and when I do, it seems less…hostile? I do not know the proper word for it. Anyway, how did you learn how to cope as well as you have?



Lie, even to yourself, that everything is okay.

Anonymous asks:

There may be a way to take down the Slender Man. Do you know of Zeke Strahm? He's a detective in New England, and lately, he's been dealing with the same evil you've been dealing with. He's been focusing recent research on the possibility of Slender Man having a weakness. You have personal experience with the Slender Man. Maybe you can help him out. He's aware of your Tumblr and has been looking into EverymanHYBRID.


You know what they say about detectives from New England…

Anonymous asks:

Why the box?

Isn't it fanning the flames?


I did not do it.

Anonymous asks:

he is there. waiting. i don't leave. i wait. no movement. just waiting.



I wrote just this, almost verbatim, in my journal last year, before I knew.

Anonymous asks:

Is there any way to stop it? Should I fight it head on?


Can you fight the waters of the ocean? Does it really have any effect?

Anonymous asks:

Climbing up to the treetops can save you from the flood. But then you can't move, so is there any real escape?



Anonymous asks:

Why do you seem so passive and reluctant to join with the EverymanHybrid men? Your both in the same boat. Like it or not. So stop being privy, swallow your pride and help them. Otherwise your both done. For good.



We’ll see.

July 16, 2010


(“To Binge” by Gorillaz)

(“This Too Shall Pass” by Ok Go)

July 20, 2010

The few storms we had the last couple of nights were beautiful. I’m amazed that I can use such words and not feel completely petrified. As I was heading home one night, I heard “flood warning” and my heart sank. Surrounded by people in Princeton, I felt completely isolated. But I managed to walk home, ignoring the intensifying rain.

You have to understand that this was a major step for me. I thank you guys for the continued support. I feel comfortably content, even as my apartment stands the water. It’s the kind of weather to just play some old albums you forgot you ever had.


July 22, 2010

Anonymous asks:

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You’re it.

Anonymous asks:

He starts fires. Shouldn't you take solace in the water?


Not all floods involve water.

Anonymous asks:

Is the music another way of saying how you feel?
&Do you like animal collective? ( : just thought you might~


Rabbit or habit?

(“Alone Down There” by Modest Mouse)

July 26, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Not speaking of it is good.
It is right.

I am glad to see you know somewhat what you are doing.

I will continue to watch from my tower.


Hmm. I appreciated this comment. Honestly.

Living over an art gallery and seeing small-city life at any given time of day makes me feel as if I live in an ever-watching tower.

die-flut-kommt asks:

Are you looking for answers?
I am.


We all are, my friend.

July 30, 2010


Never going to guess who I passed tonight. Your friends. Hehe.

July 31, 2010

UKULELE “I’ve Just Seen A Face” Beatles/Jim Sturgess (Girl Version)

Obviously, not me. Hehe. Just… fitting.

Anonymous asks:




August 1, 2010


Anonymous asks:




August 6, 2010

Anonymous asks:

What is your name? Or if you don't want to give it out, what should we call you? Most of your followers have been referring to you as "Damsel" thus far.


I like it.

Anonymous asks:

The rain. I cannot hear the rain.


Then you either have nothing to fear or are already, and absolutely, lost.

Anonymous asks:

Favorite Hoagie Haven sandwich?


The Fat Lady.

Anonymous asks:

They told me it wasn't real, that he wasn't there and I was not really seeing him. They gave me the pills, it just made it worse. Don't take the pills.


I’ve been trying to avoid them. I’ve been doing pretty well so far. Life seems good without them so far.

Anonymous asks:

c0me back. Watch all aga1n.
y0u cann0t warn them. but they need y0u.
they w1ll n0t listen. they w1ll n0t see.
1 st1ll see. D0n't h1de.
the f1re 1s g0ne. n0 m0re pa1n.
0nly water left n0w. 1t has 0nly begun.


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c1nn4M0n +045t Cr[_]N<h.

Anonymous asks:

How long?



August 9, 2010

  • Brief video of Damsel and Jessa, her new friend.
    • Minutiae: Posted August 9, 2010. Evan can be seen running in the background.

August 10, 2010

Everything’s fine. Just not feeling well recently.

August 15, 2010

(“Mr. Trouble” by The Toasters)


I’m loving this secret admirer.

Anonymous asks:

Mademoiselle Damsel: Did you have a pendant/charm of a white porcelain disc with a dove on it? Did it have 'HABIT' written on the back Is it missing, by chance?


No, my friend. The little gift is blank on the other side.

Anonymous asks:

What's this about your secret admirer? Anything you can tell us about him/her?


Your guess is as good as mine. He or she just seems to enjoy giving me “presents”.

jeshi asks:

Are you gonna try going to those coordinates?


I’m not going anywhere someone else wants me to go.

Anonymous asks:

Hey! Have you seen Jessa recently? she doesn't seem to be answering calls…


I mean, tomorrow’s Monday. I’ll probably see her in class.

Anonymous asks:

You need to see this: (Joke's Over)

You haven't escaped it yet.


I know.

Anonymous asks:

there is someone in the background running away in the new video. could it be evan?


Don’t know. It was dark. He seem spooked.

Anonymous asks:

are you sick?


Some would say.

Anonymous asks:

In the latest video, is that your friend?
What's her name?



Anonymous asks:

Its been three days. The ground is drying, the clouds are thinning although still thick enough to block the light. Not a drop of water has spilled, not one, in three days, after months of torrential downpour. Has the flood passed, or is it simply the calm before the storm?

The silence of the rain is deafening.


I do enjoy a decent bit of poetry.

Anonymous asks:

You don't understand. It was the sound, the natural sound, that kept me safe. When the sound of the rain is gone, what will take its place?



Anonymous asks:

You are being followed by the Pale Man With No Face…. aren't you? He comes for those who are desperate.


Writing a horror movie, are you?

Anonymous asks:

I know you have the answers we seek.

We can help. Just tell us everything.


Telling my story only got the last group who tried to help me killed. Was that a fun trip north.

Anonymous asks:

I left my window open a crack last night. And he came. He fucking touched me. On my fucking shoulder. I could feel it.
Am I going to die?


Yes. Not immediately, but yes. Get away from your family. Play it off as suicide, if possible. Don’t leave room for unanswered questions. Wouldn’t want your curious little sister catching the Love, would you?

Anonymous asks:

excellent musical taste (esp. the modest mouse and zombie girl), incredible artwork, and a beautiful smile. they just don't make a whole lot of women like you these days do they?


A normal girl would be dialing the police department.

I, for one, take this as a compliment. Thanks?

Anonymous asks:

Back in 1973 a Private. Thompson was found north of Hue in Vietnam. This was 2 years after a copter carrying him and his squad crashed and were thought to have either been captured by the Vietcong or dead.

After medical examination of Thompson and a psychological exam he was condemned insane and sent back to the states to an mental institution. He hardly spoke from his rescue to his death in 1989 from a fire in the institute. A major reason for being sent to the states back in 1973 was that he cut out both eyes and when asked he spokie " So I can't see him "


Helluva story. I would tell you most of mine… but, you know. Spreading the good word and whatnot.

Anonymous asks:

If there is anything I can do to help, let me know. I'm sorry that you're in the situation that you're in, but the more allies the better, right? I have some experience in the paranormal, despite not with this "Slender Man" directly. I have researched extensively and am more than willing to do anything to assist. My email address is [ADDRESS]


You’d be in over your head.

Stay outta this one.

Anonymous asks:

Is the flood his downfall? and is the ark our savior?



August 19, 2010

moronite asks:

Jeff's missing. Jessa's ex boyfriend. You heard from either of them? :c


What? She didn’t tell me anything about them breaking up. The anonymous interrogators (you all <3) foretold her classroom absence.

I’ll try to get in contact with her.

Anonymous asks:

The knocking on my window is just getting louder and louder each night. How do I run when I'm too scared to move?


Put yourself in another place.

Grow up from it.

Make it just another bad dream from your childhood.

Anonymous asks:

I heard Jessa went missing. Is she okay? Are you?


You all are getting me worried.

Anonymous asks:

What exactly is this site?


Just a personal, yet completely public and open, diary, if you would.

Anonymous asks:

Pakistan Flood: Photos


I know. How terrible.

And they all said that - I - was crazy.

Anonymous asks:

Silence fills the empty grave now that I am gone
But my mind is not at rest, for questions linger on


You’re alone.

demongel asks:

Ok, so with all these boxes and disappearing people and whatnot, I really have to know…

Just how good is Hoagie Haven?



Anonymous asks:

You act like you know a whole lot, don't you?

I think that is just stupid.
I bet you barely know a thing.


Hell, if it keeps me alive.

Anonymous asks:

I never used to remember my dreams until I saw the living nightmare. I dreamed that the forest was singing to me a chorus of welcoming as I walked into it's darkness. As I wandered further in, I looked up at the full moon and watched it turn red as though it were filling with blood. I've packed by backpack and gave my dog to the nice family across the street. Do you think north is a good direction to head in?


Worked for me so far. Roadtrip?

Anonymous asks:

A friend asked me why this man exists. I replied, "he just does."


Spot on.

Anonymous asks:

Learn To Swim?


Not always water.

Anonymous asks:

"Time and space flee every which way, disregarding your beloved logic." Mean anything to you?


Not yet. Poetry?

(“The Poet and the Muse” by Poets of the Fall)

demongel asks:

A thought occurs.
You wouldn't happen to be some form of witch, would you?


Not quite. People have compared me to a witch from left 4 bread, though.

Anonymous asks:

I like you


You’re tolerable. <3

Anonymous asks:

Since you don't quite seem to keep up with the HYBRID crew, probably for safety at this point, Jeff is missing. Evidence so far points to him running, but he's left clues behind for Evan and Vince. Jeff's brother Alex and your friend, Jessa, also seem to be in serious trouble. You should be worried.

Don't run. It won't help.


Seems like avoiding them is unavoidable at this point. Especially for my friend.

lietomepsyche asks:

Keep us up to date. This is getting really worrisome.

Jeff's buddies are searching for him pretty earnestly.


I will. I will try, at least. And thank you for not being anonymous. It’s pleasant to see a Face.

Anonymous asks:

Hey, are you a fan of Alan Wake? =D


Don’t own an Xbox, but I am borrowing the book.

Anonymous asks:

So your twitter indicates you really have no idea where she went…or that her man knows and is looking for her?


I hope he is looking for her.
She left without telling me anything at least. I know you all know she and I were classmates, but we were with each other a lot the last few weeks.

We were supposed to all get together sometime soon. All of us. All of them.

August 20, 2010

Daddy always said don’t jump into water if you can’t see the bottom. Then he died.

We don’t know each other - just find her. Please. She’s the only friend I have up here and I know you’re all good people. Go. #wheresjeff

Anonymous asks:

im confused… this site dosnt make any sense… a friend of mine told me to come here and i cant figure it out.


Eso es.

Anonymous asks:

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.


Calm. Cool. And blank.

jeshi asks:

Did you happen to go to the same elementary school as Jeff?


Jessa’s Jeff? No. Have yet to meet him. Seems nice enough from what I heard through Jessa.

I thought I may have mentioned this before. But if not, my apologies. I told you, I’m not originally from the Princeton area.

moronite asks:

Just wanted to thank you for keeping your eyes peeled. Viewers [and I] get attached after a while, heheh.


No worries. I’m home a bit early tonight.

I’ll try to freaking get in touch with Jessa and… catch up with what I missed over there. On their channel.

Anonymous asks:

Be the candle in the dark. To know is horrid, to not know is worse. Ignorance will be death.


I appreciate your concern, but I can’t help but to feel that I’m trying to help someone who is drowning by using a fire-hose.

cthonius asks:

There, I joined this site only becuase you seemed to prefer un-anonyminity.
Thank you.


A higher power gave us our unique and beautiful faces for a reason.

stormoftara asks:

When was the last time you saw Jessa? I hope she is alright.


Last week. This is fucking terrible.

August 21, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Sorry, I prefer to keep myself anonymous.

Especially when it occurs to me what you have been through.


I understand.

Anonymous asks:

How long have Jeff and Jessa known each other?

You may not be the one putting Jessa into danger. Keep a stiff upper lip.


I think they’ve been dating for about a year. Jessa told me that they went to high school together at least and he was a year ahead of her.

lietomepsyche asks:

Never a problem. There's strength in showing your face. :)

Feel free to message me if you need anything or to talk or whatevs. I can't offer a lot, but I do reply.


Thank you.

(“Little Cream Soda” by The White Stripes)

Oh well, oh well.

August 24, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Either Jeff is ignoring the warnings, or trying to provoke Him. Your thoughts?


At least someone’s trying.

Anonymous asks:

We are coming to find him and remove him…


Simply: bring it. <3

Anonymous asks:

Invest in a fire extinguisher.

It'll save your life.

You know.


Not a bad idea, by any exaggeration.

August 26, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Bro what do when slenderman eat my apple


Kill yourself.

That’s what you do in that situation.

Anonymous asks:

I've lost six men to this creature in the shadows.

Avoid the dark, if you can.


I’ve been saying it since the get-go, my friend.

But no, I’m the crazy one. I’m the nonsensical teen who can’t sleep without a night-light.

cthonius asks:

So what's the story, morning glory? What's the word, hummingbird? Any news about the boys or Jessa?


Don’t call me Hummingbird, please.

blackandredandyellow asks:

Как он видит без глаз?
Он дышит, не рот?
Он есть.
Он ждет.
Мы все умрем.


Пепел , пепел.

Мы все падаем вниз .

Anonymous asks:

ThePathfinder1000, here.

Nix that request. No contact, no contact. I need another route. I'll send you another message if it becomes necessary.


…Good luck?

Anonymous asks:

You seem pretty confident in yourself. Why all the cryptic messages?


I’d say I’m rather straight-forward.

cthonius asks:

Sorry about the 'hummingbird' thing, just throwing a Bye Bye Birdie reference while asking what's new. On another note, have you seen the latest tweets and videos that Jeff has posted? It sounds like he knows where Jessa is (in one tweet, don't know if he means this though). Hopefully you're keeping positive and not spending all your time worrying.


Thanks, Glenn. It’s all we can do.

Anonymous asks:

Here's a fact, I hope it sticks..
We're just alive out of HABIT.


And we all just run around like rabbits.

(“#8 Glitter Freeze” by Gorillaz)

August 28, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Whats the deal with these masked fellows? Also, have you had any dealings with them?


None. Those who wear masks have something to hide and nothing to give.

So why the hell do they take more than 10% of my paycheck every week if they won’t go and look for my friend?! #wheresjeff (Please. Hurry.)


It was a night of thaw, a night of blow,

With great excitement in the air. Black spring

Stood just around the corner, shivering

In the wet starlight and on the wet ground.

The lake lay in the mist, its ice half drowned.

A blurry shape stepped off the reedy bank

Into a crackling, gulping swamp, and sank.

Posted August 30, 2010

September 1, 2010

ididntwantatumblr asks:

You're inspiring, you know?
You're not running, are you…

I like you, _____

--nothing else--
Thank you.


I guess that’s all we can ask for, huh?

Anonymous asks:

I see you.


That’s fine.

Touch me and I’ll gouge your eyes out with a fork.

Love you. :)


Some officer, or agent, or whatever you want to call the uniform, came by and tried to question me today.

I was “on my way to work” - he said they’ll gladly be back soon.

I’m starting to feel sick again. I probably shouldn’t have gotten rid of all my medicine.

I shouldn’t have made friends.

Posted September 2, 2010



DAIRA DINPANAH, Pakistan (AP) – A “never-ending disaster” is how a U.N. official is describing the situation in Pakistan after the devastating floods of this year’s monsoon season.

The U.N. says more than 3 million people have yet to receive the food aid they desperately need, while the Pakistani government says nearly 1 million have received no help of any sort. The country’s disaster agency is appealing to international donors to send tents, ambulances, mobile clinics and hygiene kits.

The lack of aid has led to anger against the already-fragile government and that’s further hampering relief efforts. The Red Cross has twice halted aid distributions after being confronted by mobs of people upset they were not getting enough.

Part of the problem is the scale of the crisis. The floods that began as a slow wave of destruction across Pakistan at the end of July, swamping as much as one-fifth of the country and leaving 8 million people dependent on aid, according to the U.N. and the number keeps growing.

from the Associated Press

As miserable as I currently feel… there’s no reason to put myself first.
These people need help.

FILED UNDER: #Pakistani Flood Victims WE ALL NEED HELP

September 5, 2010

September 7, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Why do I need to help?


You don’t have to. But you already are tagged. I mean, we are still talking about it.

This was a terrible idea. I knew it. But we’re all in this now, together.

Anonymous asks:

Where would Jessa have gone?

What did the officer ask you?


I have no idea. She didn’t hint at leaving or anything at all.

The police are getting more “threatening” each time they visit. Have a tiniest bit of a history and you’re automatically a criminal, even if you’re innocent of a crime that never occured.

Anonymous asks:

I had a dream, a few nights ago.
He was in my house, then seeing me from out the window, as if he's moving farther away from me.
Is this good?


Out of mind, out of sight. Until you remember, again.


A few weeks ago. My professor keeps asking me if I know where she went. So are the police. I’m in the same boat they are, I just want her home, and all they keep doing is drilling me for answers that I don’t have.

(Jessa and I.)

September 9, 2010

Anonymous asks:

can you explain the significance of when you strikethrough certain lines of text?


When people make a mistake, they generally try to cover it up.

I’m no different.

cthonius asks:

Crime that never occured? History? Well I do hope they wise up and realize how much you want her found!


I apologize for any confusion. I wasn’t charged with anything, per se. But they weren’t exactly sympathetic or helpful when I was preparing to move up north (here).

Now that someone close to me is gone… they’re returning to their accusing habits.


Thursday. Nothing new to say.

Anonymous asks:

No matter what you've been accused of or what has happened to you, you haven't caused any floods~


Thank you. Really.

September 13, 2010

(“The Story So Far” by Flogging Molly)

September 15, 2010


Thinking of hanging these around the place.

I hope they… work? I am hoping they do. She’s been gone a while now.

September 16, 2010

Anonymous asks:

What happened on 4/12/2010?


Life went on.

(That was a seller’s picture for those ornaments.)

September 21, 2010


I wanted to approach him. I really did. We all really need to talk this out to find her. Maybe they’ll see this.

Oh, wow. That’s right. I have a Twitter account. Thank God that this isn’t a pony, for he’d be LOOONG dead.

Anonymous asks:

Enlighten me. Please. What DO they say about detectives from New England?

Do we smell? Are we good-looking? Are we angry and hot-headed? Or is it just me?

You're fighting something that doesn't sleep, kid. You're going to need all the help you can get.


Perhaps you’re right. But you’re just reiterating the fact that the police won’t help. And I’ve tried!

(And on a side note, there’s only one Boston detective I’ve ever admired. And he’s completely fictional.)

hello-zombie asks:

I've got a HABIT I can't seem to quit
I found a book that gave me some tricks
Raw Shark Texts may help you like me
Keep you from sinking into deep sea
The Raw Shark Texts


Seems like a good read.

dougable asks:

Do you think your experience is more like an ant beneath the shoe of a jogger? Or beneath the magnifying glass of a sadist child?


Like a eighteen-wheeler to the elderly.

(It just hit me.)

wanttoseethegalaxy asks:

pardon my ignorance, but what are those little stones with the hands on them? do they signify anything?


Back home, there was this nice old lady who ran this souvenir / antique place. She had a sense of sophistication, but spoke with an odd accent. The store wasn’t very profitable, but her husband was well-off, so it was literally a labor of love.

I haven’t seen her in quite some time, or any of her relatives.

She told me that they were meant as a sign of protection. Hell if I know.

September 23, 2010

But the monster was happy when we made him a maze.

September 28, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Kittens. Yes or No?


Suck a railroad spike.


(“Metro” by The Vincent Black Shadow)

September 30, 2010

lietomepsyche asks:

you have a choice:

a) a pool filled with m&ms
b) hoagie heaven for the rest of your life



Either way, I’d die.

Drown my lungs or clog my arteries; either is a beautiful death.

Anonymous asks:

I know it's more of a statement than a question, and it doesn't offer much of a solution to everything going on.. but if you'd like someone to talk to I'd be glad.


Thank you. I really do appreciate it. It seems like these comments get less ridiculous as time goes on. Thanks.

meg-culpa asks:

About hands: Several cultures use hand symbols as good luck charms or as ways to ward off the 'evil eye', though yours doesn't quite look like Hand of Fatima. Just thought you might like to know. :)


The name reminds me of a book I had to read for school somewhat recently, Siddhartha. Decent blend of Eastern / Western cultures, I’d say.

Anonymous asks:

Have the police been asking anymore questions?
Best of luck,


Thanks, Max.

On topic, yes. Not so much questioning though as it is accusing. They’re getting verbally pushy. At least the ones who show up at my door are.

Anonymous asks:

Your eyes paralyze me.


You have no idea. Hehe.

Anonymous asks:

Bottom Line…. I Wanna Kill It.


Wouldn’t we all?

(“Dosed” by RHCP)


I am coming to the realization that I am quite dreadful at properly conveying textual-based humor and tone whenever I respond to comments.

I apologize if I had ever directly-insulted any of you, who took the time to post (except for the “apple, wat do” response - I giggle every time I reread it, he had it coming, hehe). You must understand, though: half of the submissions are dealing with Mudkips, American currency in increments of twenty dollars, or various food objects. You can see where I’m coming from.

In light of recent events, I think it may seem understandable as to why I sometimes respond with all of my patience-drained, you know?

When it all settles down and my friend is back by my side, we can all ride flying gold Mudkips to the moon, while in a chorus of “Never Gonna Give You Up” - until then, thanks for the company.

Posted September 30, 2010

September 30, 2010 (cont.)

chucklzfelldown asks:

Are you a friend of the hybrids? or a foe? Do the floods follow you, or do you lead them?


Any friend of Jessa’s is a friend of mine, kind of. (She and I didn’t know many others at school. I regret not being more open now.)

I wish we (those guys and I) had “actually” met before… you know… all this. And I’m not a leader. I thought I had made that quite clear.

And I appreciate your black&white profile picture.

cthonius asks:

The HYBRID boys have a new video, suggest you watch. Besides more creepyness, they mention you in it. They hint that they believe you to be to blame for an incident with purple tape in one of their houses. All in all they don't seem to like you, but they do want to contact you. Please do talk to them, clear up any mystery, and hopefully help find Jessa.


Oh. Thanks for the news. Really.

But it’s almost like telling France to kiss Germany on the cheek after Hitler muttered the word “Rhineland”.

October 1, 2010

hilda-spellman asks:

There was a flash flood warning in my county today. Thought you would be interested for some reason.


I hope everything works out. I’m sorry.

alittlecutealittlecreep asks:

i have seen him.


I believe you.

I never wanted to help spread it… but it seems that either way, It wins. And I don’t want to passively euthanize the world.

What can I do?

October 4, 2010

(“Possum Kingdom” by The Toadies)

(“The Mariner's Revenge Song” by The Decemberists)

Anonymous asks:

Are these video clips just music/clips that you like or is it the keyhole size of information we get to see in your subconscious. I would prefer a straight answer, not a maybe, a both or a cinnaman toast crunch.
Thank you, Josh


Music is almost always relevant, my dear. Except on the occasions it isn’t.

It’s raining today.


I’m ignoring any calls with ‘P.D.’ in the ID from this point on. Let them visit. I’ll tell them the truth. I’m as worried as any friend would be.

Posted October 5, 2010

October 6, 2010

moronite asks:

Darling Damsel, I'm glad you're handling this so well. It'd be such a shame to see Jeff get to you. I've got my fingers crossed for her sake. Just wanted to tell you. <3


Thank you, my dear.

fideliter asks:

Try not to shut the door on the HYBRID crew just yet. Jessa needs all of you. <3


It was a door shutting that got me interested in them and now they’ve shut the door on me.

(“No, I Don’t Remember (unplugged)” by Anna Ternheim)

(“Famous Last Words” by My Chemical Romance)

(“(Hospital Vespers)/(Manifest)” by The Weakerthans)

October 7, 2010

(“The Sharpest Lives” by My Chemical Romance)

October 8, 2010

(“Don’t Forget Me” by RHCP)


nothing changes.

They put me through a mandatory psychological-evaluation. A series of photographs, quotations, and copies of my art were presented. They have no basis to fully arrest me, but after analyzing the results of said evaluation, deem it necessary to detain me.

Whether it’s a rat in a shoebox or King Charles of Zembla in his formerly-majestic palace, a prison’s a prison. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.

Thank you all for your help. And for being there since this all happened.

Whatever they do to me, Jessa, I hope you’re okay.

I’m sorry you couldn’t see the truth.

(I’ve left a small passage on the post-queue. Maybe it will explain some things. Probably not.)


Posted October 8, 2010

November 1, 2010

If you are reading this, then the queue-function through the website finally kicked the post through. I gave myself some time to delay this message, just in case. Who knows? Maybe they would have let me come home without further incident. Since you are reading this, that is obviously not the case.

We all know that I do not have many friends here in Jersey. The one person who was outwardly friendly towards me ended up missing and I feel absolutely terrible. But I honestly do not believe that I did anything to warrant responsibility for Jessalyn’s disappearance. If anything, I have been trying and trying to help. But justice did not prevail. Maybe it’s better this way, behind bars, more or less. I no longer have to worry about choosing whether or not to take my medicine; they said they’ll make me take it there. I thought I was doing a lot better without it honestly. But I’m not the doctor.

My only friend here is gone and my entire family has long since passed. However lonely I am, I am extremely thankful for all of you, whether or not we spoke on sentimental and emotional terms, or you harassed me with pleas of twenty dollars.

Jeff, I am not spiteful. If there was any realized error on your part, I forgive you. However, I do not condemn you for your actions. You and Jessalyn shared a special love. You were completely in the right to do what you thought was best to help her. Obviously, I wasn’t clever enough myself to assist, only to harm. Everyone else, don’t take it out on him. I love Jessalyn, too. I know what he was trying to do. There was no way for him to know if I was being honest or not. Especially considering the gravity of the lie that was born when I told you all the story of my family and my journey up here.

The location was true. My education was true. The fact that my family wound up killed was true. But I wasn’t entirely descriptive and I will never feel reconciled with this feeling of dishonesty. That day, when I said that I arrived home from school to a half-acre of ash… wasn’t entirely accurate. I came home from my classes and everything was normal. My family’s house was older and relatively sizable. Made of fine, decaying lumber. Easily combustible. Upon setting foot within the threshold, I immediately felt something in the air. Something was terribly off. The house was silent. No sound from my siblings, no familiar clicking of my mother tending in the kitchen, no sound of shuffling from desk-to-shelf in my father’s study. And then I saw the bags.

Through the large sliding glass door, I saw them all, each strung from the old ash tree in the center of the backyard. I… I opened each one. I just had to be sure; you would understand. I was covered in a bit more and more of my family with each inquiry. I took the opened bags and went upstairs into my parent’s master bedroom and laid down on the gigantic bed. I placed each of the bags around me, resting one last time with my family. The bags that still held their contents bulged towards me in a comforting embrace.

I saw myself in the mirror. Perhaps my body was still in shock because I wasn’t crying, not yet. I was drenched in the blood of my siblings and parents and I couldn’t feel anything. I knew He did this to me. The one I had been seeing in my dreams since I was a baby. He wanted me out of the house. I don’t know why, but He willed me elsewhere. I burned my house. I set the fire. I don’t care who knows anymore because by this time, I’m sure they would have coerced this confession from me. By this time, I will have been (accurately) proven guiltyGUILTYGUILTYGUILTY.

I was alone and He told me to go north. There wasn’t any time for mourning. Hell, another plus of being institutionalized: I have all the time I want to cry now. And He can’t touch me.

I’m sorry, Jeff. I’m sorry, Vincent. I’m sorry Evan. Most of all, I’m sorry, Jessalyn. I’m sorry, “HYBRIDs” (still can’t get past the nickname). I’ve brought this upon myself. Maybe we’ll speak again someday. Probably not. Don’t follow my footsteps.

Be not like me. I am alone.

December 6, 2010

cthonius asks:

Lovely to see you back.

Hopefully you'll have time for your followers constant questions. Especially all the ones about Slenderman stealing their apples.


One hundred and sixty-two messages. One hundred. And sixty-two. Messages.

And I’m sure plenty of them have to do with produce.

(“40 Day Dream” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes)

It’s good to be back, Internet. (Guess who commandeered a laptop.)

buffalolake asks:

Was there any peace in captivity?


You would hope to imagine that’d be the case, right?

December 12, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Nice to see you're still among the living, kid.



sammy-the-assbutt asks:

Are you staying with one of the EH boys now that you're out, or did they take you home?


A perpetual state of slumber party. (Gag)

We picked some stuff up earlier this week, but I’m not risking going back there yet.

(“Silly Boy” by The Blue Van)

Sums up the week so far.

And you have to appreciate the (Jeff’s) little brother (Alex) trying to help out and make coffee for everyone at breakfast this morning.

God, it was awful. But a sweet idea nonetheless.


The salt and the sugar jars were next to each other.

Who the hell puts salt near coffee creamer and sugar?

Posted December 12, 2010

December 19, 2010

Anonymous asks:

Good to see you still okay. (I keep meaning to make an account here so probably won't be nameless next time I'm here!) I've meant to ask you though. Have you ever known a girl named Linnie?


Can’t say I have off the top of my head. Although it does sound familiar. Is she a friend of yours?

Anonymous asks:

Check the background on this Tumblr. There's some suspicious writing there. Unless you wrote that, in which case, huh?


The boys showed me that a few days ago.

I have no idea how it happened, but hell, I’m keeping it.

Let it be a warning, likewise, to whoever posted it.

Anonymous asks:

I've seen him. First in my dreams. A cold forest, a passing stream. He stood so far yet so close to me. His arms outstretched towards me, and I awoke There he stood, standing next to me. A loud crack, like a branch braking, and he was gone. Something happened to me. At first I was not sure what it was, but now I understand. I can see the words. I don't want to.


I’m so sorry.

(“3’s & 7’s” by Queens of the Stone Age)

slenderpunching asks:

RABBIT#098 here, just got elected as leader of the English Lops. Good to see you've come back, and in one piece. We've got the same disease, us RABBITs. Curiosity. It's a good thing you aren't in the tournament, I suppose. One less monster to deal with, right?


Thank you, thank you. Eh, not quite though, considering that my current… benefactors of sorts are all included. I may as well be, right?

aliceevelyn asks:

What's your plan for when things calm down? Are you going to stay with the EMH guys?


December was relatively simple. We were all paranoid, badly, but the first few days after our little “adventure” were quiet.

We’ve celebrated the new year with various forms of minor ailments: Jeff and I have had migraines; Alex and Vince seem to have a cold; Evan can’t get over a cough.

I swear, it’s like we’re going backwards, comfort wise.

Anonymous asks:

Have you ever heard of a "Dr. James Corenthal" ?


We spent a few hours looking over those papers and links people have been sending the gang since they “found” him.

He seemed to want to help children who were being followed by out of the ordinary entities.

Pity that he had apparently died a few years ago. Sounds like he would have been endlessly helpful right about now, huh?

Anonymous asks:

Supposing you get one wish, what do you ask for?


Answers. An explanation that adheres to my perception of time.

(“Animal Bar” by Red Hot Chili Peppers)

  • Fifth Untitled Video: “Hey, everyone. I’m here in Evan’s cold-as-shit basement, by the way. I’m freezing. But I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m quitting my website because I don’t really need it anymore. Because as you can see and as you know, I’ve obviously found people that finally understand me and people that can protect me, so there’s no one that I can really vent to about or anything.”
  • Steph delivers this message while Evan and Jeff goof around in the background (it’s adorable).
    • Minutiae: Posted January 13, 2011. The description reads:



It’s been a while.

Jeff told me about our current library fiasco. They’re going to go check out the one nearby tomorrow. I think Evan, Jessie, and I are going to, I don’t know. Watch movies. Talk. Make terrible food. Something lame, but fun, when they’re gone. It’ll be a decent change of pace.

I must admit, I do miss you all.

Posted April 20, 2011

April 21, 2011

cthonius asks:

It would be a blatant lie to say we didn't miss you as well. Since this is in your ASK BOX, might as well have a question. Any more 'fun' anecdotes about the boys that have happened?


Aww. I can’t think of anything witty or humorous enough for you though, as far as “anecdotes” go… although, it’s funny watching Evan and Jeff argue over facts when they’re helping Alex with his homework.

“No, dude. Germany completely bombed Pearl Harbor in the Civil War…” ._.



He’s silly.

(And I hate myself for this, but… guess the total quantity he earned in the end…)

April 28, 2011

(“Combinations” by Eisley)

Just thinking.

May 6, 2011

wekeepeachotherhuman asks:

Just wondering, how is everyone doing after losing Sparky? Especially Alex. He wasn't doing too well in the beginning of the last video with that stereo incident.


He’s doing well enough. They buried her the next day.

Alex has been like that as long as I knew him. I tried to talk about it with the guys, but they don’t really know what to do. It really tears at Jeff, I know.

May 11, 2011

(“War” by Poets of the Fall)

I just thought this song was perfect.

Ed Gein


May 19, 2011

(“Jack the Ripper” by Motorhead)


May 25, 2011

Josef Mengele: Angel of Death


June 3, 2011



June 7, 2011

Hey guys this is Evan speaking on behalf of Steph. Just wanted to let you guys know that she’s not going to be posting on this site anymore. So if there are any relative questions youd like to ask her then just send them to the EMH email account or something. Now, she didnt want me to say anything but I think you guys should stop coming on this site all together. You wont hear from any of us on here anymore, it belongs to that psycho now and fuck knows what he’s gonna put up. Thanks you guys, for all your support.

June 11, 2011




Deer diary today was crazy! me momy and dady wer all wachin tv. And momy sayd that the tall man in the sute was outside again. I like it when he is here. So dady calld the cops. Dady sayd that a lot of kids are gone and the tall man took them. I like him. A lot of poleece man wer outside and sum wer talking to dady and then ther was a lot of yeling outside and loud bangs! One poleece man fell thru the window! He was all red I thingk frum blood and his belly was open. But he was just sleeping. The poleece man neer dady was usin his gun out the window that his frend fell thru! It was reely loud! And then a big nife flew into the poleece mans hed. It looked like the one that a man usd at petes bucher stor that me and dady go to. Dady was shaking momy but she just waching. Another poleece man ran outside and I saw him get his hed cut off! But he was just sleeping. Wen he fell down I saw the man who was makin the polleec mad. He is not the man in the sute. He is a scary smiling man. Dady piked me up ran upstares. I herd momy scream. But it is ok shes just sleeping. Dady put me in the closet and wisperd don’t move but the smiling man was behind him. Sumthing got push thru dadys body. It was shiny and lookd like one momys nifes but reely big. Then he grabbed dadys hed and twistd it. Ther was a loud snap and dady fell asleep. The smiling man was all red and blood came out of a bunch of holes all over him. Thos poleece wer meen to him. He sayd that we ar going to see the tall man and sayd that I can rite everything that hapend today in my diary. We are getnig close to the park now and I see the man. I feel very good diary. I am happy wen I see the man in the sute.

Posted June 29, 2011


Seven days. I’ve been living in Hell for seven fucking days. These things. These fucking monsters. I don’t know what else to call them. God, he wont let me stop typing. “Tell them everything Johnny boy” he keeps saying. I can’t tell you, whoever you are. It hurts too much. So he can go the fuck to Hell where he belongs I aint telling you shit.

He cut off my right leg. “Disobedience has its consequences Johnny boy”, that fuck. He’s taken everything from me. I’m so numb on the inside. So dead. But he can still hurt me. And it hurts so much. He says I have to tell you what happened seven days ago.

God we were all just having dinner. My son, Aiden, my little boy. I can’t do this..

He took my tongue and my left leg. I feel like I am nothing. But I still hurt. Now he’s watching me type this. He’s still smiling. My son Aiden had been telling us of a man who had been watching him. A tall man. Without a face. I still cant believe he’s real. But he is. He’s the reason I can still type, and the reason I don’t pass out from the pain. Somehow he keeps me awake. His stare is almost soothing, like morphine. He must be a demon. Aiden had been seeing him almost everyday. And then we saw him. The day the Habit broke down our door. He grabbed Julie, my wife. I can still hear her crying in my head. I ran to help her but the Habit just kicked me across the room. IT WAS AWESOME HE FLEW LIKE TEN FEET, WENT THROUGH THE KITCHEN WALL HAHA. That was the Habit. I tried to get up but I saw the tall man, and I couldn’t stand. He was wearing a suit of all things. He just walked away. And Aiden went with him. I screamed for him. He didn’t even turn around. He just took my little Aiden. The Habit took us to the basement. He hurt Julie constantly; He didn’t even so much as scratch me. Just kept making me watch him and Julie. THE BITCH LOVED IT. Fuck this.

He cut off my genitals. Wont let me stop typing. When he was hurting Julie, I pleaded for him to stop. Then I pleaded for him to kill her. He just turned up our cd player. The same song, 19-2000. On the 5th day she died. Not even the tall man could keep her alive any longer. They say Im done. Whoever he wants me to write this to, I hope to God you don’t end up like us.

Posted July 9, 2011


My name is Nicholas, I’m 20 years old and I live alone with my dog Chowder. Everyday I think about killing myself, I’ve tried 8 times in the last 3 days. But now my will is gone. The faceless man won’t let me, and The Habit just laughs when I try. They walk around my house like it’s theirs. The Habit leaves often to do god knows what, but the faceless man, he’s…. he’s always here. Sometimes I can’t see him, but I do see the wooden furniture rotting and I see the trees outside my house dying. I only catch glimpses of him sometimes, but he’s always watching me.

My parents are gone, so is my little sister, I can still smell their blood. The Habit made sure I watched my parents bleed, but my sister, Anna is just, gone. All I got left is Chowder. He’s kinda chubby but he’s awesome, always at my feet. I don’t know if that’s to comfort me or to hide from these things.

I found out today that my mother was raped in order to create me. I think I should be upset, but the faceless man calms me. I feel nothing but the deep emptiness because of him. Hollow and thoughts a bit scattered. The Habit tells me “Nick ol’ buddy, I’m gonna make you a fuckin animal. Something for your mother to be proud of.” He raped my mother. And he smiles at me.

Today The Habit killed Chowder. Chowder ran but I caught him. He’s too fat. He stuck his fingers in Chowders eyes and Chowder cried. The Habit pulled off his head like it was nothing, like his neck was made of tissue paper. I knew it was The Habit, but Chowder knew it was me, and he didn’t understand. Despite the faceless man and the calm emptiness, I cried.

The Habit says to me, “That a boy Nicky, you’ll be ready in no time”

I ask, “Ready for what?”

He says, “Ready to fight something”

I ask, “What am I going to fight?”

He says, “Someone you used to know Nick, I want to see how well he’s doing. Ya see he’s an experiment Nicky, like you.”

I am sorry whoever I am supposed to fight, but I’m strong as shit and big as a motherfucker. The Habit will make me kill you, I don’t want to, but I will. I tried to kill myself again 3 hours ago. He just laughed. The faceless man just watched.

Posted July 20, 2011


Roger Paladino

Notes on: “THE HABIT”

July 25th 2004- I’ve found it. 5 years of work and I fucking found it. A survivor of one of this thing’s attacks. The cops chalked it up to her husband being on PCP, they always do, but I know better, and so did Monica. Monica Shwarts is the victim, says she heard him say something about a warehouse on a back road near 54th and Holloway while he was hurting her. Says she never told the cops, she had just remembered that detail the day we spoke, just came to her she said. So I check it out and bingo, the place has all the evidence I need: countless newspaper clippings of murders and terrorist attacks that date back even farther than I thought, not to mention the fucking Nazi propaganda for fucks sake. There were also a good amount of human remains, might still use it as it’s killing quarters, all the better to catch it in the act. I just have to be careful, this fucker is nasty.

July 28th 2004- I thought I might as well have my notes in one place get my shit together and make sure that I’m as prepared as I can be. So here’s the list.

- I assume it can possess one or multiple persons.

- Has little to no regard for the people that it inhabits. ( in some cases mutilating its host for intimidation or just some kind of sick pleasure)

- It has the ability to push the human body to its farthest limitations (speed, strength etc.)

- It will find a new shell if its current shell is fatally wounded. (Traumatic head wounds, spinal cord damage etc.)

- No way to forcibly remove the Habit from its shell

So that’s all I know about it so far. No doubt this is a dangerous one but I’ve dealt with nasty beings before. I’m bringing my nine millimeter berretta and some extra ammo, and a little surprise just in case I get into trouble.

July 30th 2004 [Final Entry] - I underestimated this thing. It was a fucking set-up from the beginning. I’ll spare the details but let’s just say I ended up in a bear trap lookin at the business end of a fucking fire axe. But even then I thought to myself “It’s ok I still have my ace in the hole.” I had my buddy from the PD, Ed Charleston, bring in a swat team after I told him what I found, thought he was going after a terrorist, and they arrived just in time.

I laid on the ground and that thing just looked at me and said, “Was it worth it, Roger?” And when light filled the windows behind it and they all blew out, I just smiled and said “Yup.” Problem was it didn’t get scared; it just smiled back and turned toward the light. I think that’s when the music started, I forget the guy who sings it but that song Superbeast just started playing from the speakers in the warehouse, fucking weird.

Anyway, this is what happened: it was so fast but I remember smoke filling the room as they came in, and I remember them yelling, demanding the weapons be put down. Then the inevitable, I heard some of the men chuckling to themselves real nervously. The Habit just started walking toward them, that’s when the shooting started.

I got the bear trap open just as bullets started flying, they hit everywhere but I stayed low, made for the door. Bullets don’t scare me, I’ve been shot at before, but what did scare me was the distinct sound of a fire axe slamming through helmets and the screams of confused men who were probably wondering why their teammates were shooting them. Poor fucks never had a chance.

I made my way outside and was taken to Ed; I was just about to tell him what he was up against when the front doors flew open. It walked out with about 3 officers escorting it. The Habit was pretending to be under arrest hands behind its back and that grin on its face. Ed wouldn’t listen, no one would, it didn’t take long for this thing to have everyone in the whole goddamn place killing each other. Some of them were just laughing like the swat team, others were begging to be stopped, and some were just tearing out their own eyes and throats. The music was so loud it almost muffled the screams, almost. I puked, and when I looked up the chopper was falling from the sky, but I saw something in the explosion. I saw it just for a second, but it looked like a person, easily twelve feet tall and thin, with arms as long as its body. I swear I saw it again wile typing this but it doesn’t matter. The Habit knocked me out and I woke up here, and here I’ll die.

So that’s basically what happened to me, I made sure that I left in “the cool parts” like it asked, not like I had a fucking choice. Funny thing is I really thought that this one was gonna put me on the map, oh well I always knew I was gonna die on one of these jobs but before I go I should mention to anyone else who might read this. The Habit is trying to make something, some kind of perfect shell to live in. The shell I saw it in died shortly after the fight but survived much more abuse than it should have. Just know, that if wounding its head or heart past a normal human beings limits doesn’t kill it, you should run the fuck away. Well it’s here now; guess this is it, whoever you are, good luck, and good bye.

-Roger Paladino

Posted September 5, 2011


You all may or may not have heard the big news. You all… have experienced something unique with us. You all are no strangers to the fascination that the beauty, strength, and sheer depth of water has always stirred in me, both in respect and fear, both as an artist and as a human being. When the world feels like it is crushing us, I have always embraced this fear, wielded it as my protection, harnessed that anxiety. There have been many instances of internal peril in our personal histories, but we have not yet drowned. We are still here, breathing. And, somehow, someway, miles away from home, I found love, I found a family, and I am going to be a mother. I don’t know how this will end. I couldn’t say. But I think we’re on the road to happiness. I know we are. I want to share with you something that Jessalyn encouraged me to write, now at which seems like an eternity ago, when I shared with her some of my feelings after a doctor’s visit. I’ve held it as a lantern at my darkest times. I know she’s with us, somehow, when I read it.

I know what you are facing feels insurmountable and untouchable as a challenge. Believe me, I do. I know that unending feeling of drowning and anxiety; I know how useless you feel and how helpless you feel against these struggles, both tangible and abstract. I promise you, one day this will all be absent, this will all be remedied. I know it, in the most irrational pit of my being, that one day, you will be okay. Those around you, as much as they could say for themselves and you for you, you will be okay. You will be content. You might even find happiness. I promise you this. You only need to hold on for this span. You always have been targeting it and focusing on it, whether you knew which form it would possess or not. You were always ready for this, perhaps not willing, but able. You will make this. You will achieve. You will be okay.

I don’t know why I felt the need to post this… I suppose I just felt inspired. I just feel, that in say five years’ time, we’ll be able to look back at our darkest days and smile in triumph. The de facto family, our child’s uncles, of course just as bumbling and useless, and the man I love, laughing at calamity. We will be happy.

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