Back in 1998 i was at second grade and was coming home from school alone for the first time. (i had a bit overprotective parents since i lived only about a block away from my school) I was stopped by an elderly woman who said she had something to tell me. She said she had no husband, had lost her son years ago and just wanted to give me a hug. Something about this woman got me the creeps and now later on thinking she did act, talk and look really weird. Almost like she was a man dressed in old womens clothes. But This could be just my then juvenile imagination playing around. After asking me for a hug she reached her hands towards me in the motion of one waiting for a hug, i took off and ran as fast as i could, all the way home. As i ran i think i heard her laughing really loud with a really low, manly tone. When i got home i told my mom about this, but she wasn’t worried at all and told me that she probably was only an old and lonely woman who just needed a hug. Here in Finland we have this magazine called ‘Alibi’ which has the most recent news about burglaries, thefts, murders, rapes etc. And for a reason an 8-year old like me was not allowed anywhere near that kind of a magazine. But a few weeks after that incident with the old “woman” i did get my hands on one of those magazines, which was a brand new one. I read about an incident that happened in the area where i lived. It was about a boy, my age, last seen by his friends, hugging an old woman and walking somewhere with her just to be never seen again. The case is still unsolved today. I think i have escaped being kidnapped and/or murdered or something. I still remember this today, 15 years later and it still gives me the shivers.
Sunday, December 13, 2015
The Shadow Friends
So for the past months me and my friends have been feeling creeped out by something and haven't been feeling well, these past few weeks feeling like we having bad stomach pains and feeling like we're dead and we had no idea we all had the same problem till we told each other.
My friend #1 was at my house and decided to go out alone to go see her bf at like 12am and when she was coming back she took the shortcut and walked back to my house. She was on the street almost to my house when she sees a clear shadow of me staggering side to side like it was hurt going towards my house. She didn't know that I was upstairs sleeping and started running towards the shadow thinking it was me, but then it disappeared and reappeared in the spot that I usually walk to go in my house.
She got closer and saw the shadow open my door and go in so she ran up to my house ran into my room to find me dead asleep. She woke me up and I was confused and she told me she wasn't hallucinating and saw the exact figure outline of me.
Friend #2 had his family tormented while he's asleep, his mom and his brother trying to get up couldn't - being pushed down and not being able to talk, struggling, and then after a minute automatically stops and then the parents room door shuts closed. Not a gust of wind. Then the fire alarm goes off.
But before any of his family got bothered I was at his house early in the morning just making breakfast and then we went into his room and I heard footsteps coming into the room and I felt some hand on my shoulder and hot breath down my neck and then felt it letting go and walking out in the hall. So I tell my friend to follow and we walked to the couch and we both got shivers down our spine and the footsteps got quiet and the couch creaked and now everywhere me and my friends go we feel like we're being followed and every now and then we see a shadow of us hurt in the distance.
What does this mean?
My friend #1 was at my house and decided to go out alone to go see her bf at like 12am and when she was coming back she took the shortcut and walked back to my house. She was on the street almost to my house when she sees a clear shadow of me staggering side to side like it was hurt going towards my house. She didn't know that I was upstairs sleeping and started running towards the shadow thinking it was me, but then it disappeared and reappeared in the spot that I usually walk to go in my house.
She got closer and saw the shadow open my door and go in so she ran up to my house ran into my room to find me dead asleep. She woke me up and I was confused and she told me she wasn't hallucinating and saw the exact figure outline of me.
Friend #2 had his family tormented while he's asleep, his mom and his brother trying to get up couldn't - being pushed down and not being able to talk, struggling, and then after a minute automatically stops and then the parents room door shuts closed. Not a gust of wind. Then the fire alarm goes off.
But before any of his family got bothered I was at his house early in the morning just making breakfast and then we went into his room and I heard footsteps coming into the room and I felt some hand on my shoulder and hot breath down my neck and then felt it letting go and walking out in the hall. So I tell my friend to follow and we walked to the couch and we both got shivers down our spine and the footsteps got quiet and the couch creaked and now everywhere me and my friends go we feel like we're being followed and every now and then we see a shadow of us hurt in the distance.
What does this mean?
The Radio Game
I've always been in love with the radio. It was my way to access the outside world, to hear about all the places I would someday go. All the things I would someday see. I always had the radio on at my house when I was little, and at night, my parents would always get mad at me for listening to my favorite shows and songs when it was time for bed.
My other favorite thing about the radio were the secret channels. If you were careful, you could sometimes toon into frequencies that you weren't supposed to hear. The quality might be bad, but sometimes, you could make some interesting things out. Sometimes it was a police broadcast, other times it might be a number channel, where someone would just repeat a series of numbers over and over again, like some kind of code or message to those who knew where to look. Rogue stations would hijack frequencies to broadcast banned or underground music or political rhetoric, before they would be found and move to a different channel. One time, I heard from a friend of mine about something else you could do with secret channels. Its dangerous, so play at your own risk.
I present for you, the Radio Game. You will need a radio and something blunt, like a hammer.
At approximately 2 am, take a radio with a sensitive frequency dial and begin scanning through the channels. This is when there should be the least interference in most areas. If there are still too many signals, start at 3 am instead. Lights can sometimes influence radio signals, so keeping the lights off in the house is advised. Scan the channels carefully until you hear it. It will be very quiet, layered in static, but in the space between the frequencies, you may be able to hear a number. It might only be a whisper, or it may sound as though its coming from far away, but it will be a number nonetheless. It will repeat only a few times before the static becomes too loud, and the number is inaudible.
You have now started the Radio Game. You can stop the game at any time by turning off the radio, or not following the rest of the instructions. If you wish to continue, however, you have been warned.
Take the radio to highest point in your house. This could be a high bedroom, or possibly an attic. Keeping the lights off, begin scanning the channels again. The number you heard before is a clue to where you should start looking. At this stage, the next clue should not be as difficult as the previous time. The voice may be more clear, and the volume a little louder. If you are having trouble hearing what is being said, turn your volume as high as it can go, the signal will be very quiet.
Once you hear the next number, take your radio to the lowest point in your house. This could be a basement, a room on the ground floor, or even a cellar outside the house. Scan again until you hear the next number. It should be louder and more clear this time.
Repeat this process two more times. First, move to the Western most room in your house, then to the Eastern most room, searching for the voices again using the clues provided from the previous room. At this stage, you are still free to cancel the game at any time. After this point, it is much more difficult and more risky to break off the game. Turn off the radio, and optimally, don't turn it back on again for several days. Other channels may now be experiencing interference, and it will take a few days for service to return to the radio you used. However, if you wish to continue the game, proceed now with the last clue to the darkest room in the house. This could be a bathroom, broom closet, a garage, or even the basement once again. Any ambient light will interfere with the signal and prevent hearing the next part of the message.
In the room, begin looking through the channels again. This time, wait for a signal. The static should drop out and the frequency become silent, without any interference. This is your last chance to back out. Turn off the radio, and with the hammer, destroy it. Then, without looking back, exit the room and close it off. Do not reenter the room for the rest of the night.
I have never proceeded beyond this point, but there are some rumors from others I know. In the silence, without the static, one message should come through, now loud and clear with the volume turned up. Radios, although good at broadcasting, can sometimes be used to send and receive information. Finding the clue in each of the areas of the house could perhaps create some sort of map, a set of coordinates for something to follow. With a precise destination, it is possible for whatever dwells behind the sound waves to enter your home. I've been told that some have heard shuffling, things being knocked over or moved in the dark. The friend that told me the full list of words I haven't heard from in a long time, but he did tell me the last thing he heard before exiting the room.
Something whispered his name.
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