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Add /admin/ to the address bar. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. There is always a way - discovering it is never out of your reach even if it's a meaningless string of letters.

Once you have access to the admin, you can delete any post you want, and that event will never happen to you.

However, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. JUST DON'T.

You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost.

British Soldiers

Two British soldiers was part of a first strike team on a supposed insurgent village. The strike team split into two groups with the two friends teaming up without thinking.

They made their way into the town as they had discussed at the briefing earlier that night. As the strike team swept through the village the two soldiers came to a rather formidable doorway and they found themselves exhausted while trying to break through the door. Eventually the door gave way and a terrible stench overwhelmed the two; bringing them to their knees. They moved through the door into a darkened hall, wide as it was long, and saw a young boy crouched near the floor.


The boy was holding a ragged doll and as the men approached he dropped his rabbit and ran between the two men. His frightened and determined demeanor displayed such a will to escape that the men, dazed and bewildered, let him run off into the cool desert night.

There floor was littered with debris too dark to identify. Making their way to a dimly lit stairwell they began to climb, noticing the air becoming thick and humid as they approached a door of similar design to the front entrance only smaller.

Through the door ran a maze of corridors. By the sconce-light from the crumbling walls the men could make out markings on the flagstones they walked upon. These markings were not of any Asian or Indian language, that much was clear; a precise, almost violent vibe was emanating from them. Passing several doors on the way the soldiers followed the markings and braced for an encounter with a known enemy. The markings brought them at length to yet another door, this time bearing an ornate serpents head.

The first thing the men noticed about the great hall was it's grandeur. Beautifully crafted chandeliers hung from elegantly dark, alabaster ceilings and a soft, almost inaudible chant permeated the walls, which were hung with tapestries depicting great serpentine. Traversing the floors of this great hall the two men were enamored. Glancing from left to right, robed statues stood bearing golden masks could be seen standing in yet more ornate alcoves.

And at the far end of the great hall there he stood. The two men approached the young boy they had met in the entrance hall earlier with mounting curiosity; they where not looking at a street urchin as the boy before had appeared to be. The soldiers began to notice, from the corner of their vision, the hooded statues advancing upon them...

They both blacked out and fell to the floor.


As terrifying screams grew louder, one of the men found himself rousing from sleep. Glancing down at his feet he found himself suspended from shackles, naked. Focusing on the direction of the screaming he could see a robed man plunging rusted, knife shaped implements into his friends torso as the screams came with less ferocity until the man in the robe reached into his chest and pulled from his chest his heart. The heart he offered up to the boy as an offering. The boy took the heart in his hands and bit hard into the deep red and ripped and tore it to pieces in his mouth.

The boy now appeared to swell, pulsate slightly around the edges.

The last thing the last soldier saw were the turgid tendrils of an unspeakable creature tear him limb from limb.

Babysitting

You are babysitting a 7 year old boy. As you walk upstairs to tuck him into bed, you hear a loud bang behind you. You look downstairs to see a man break through the front door, an axe in hand. You quickly run into the boy's room and close the door, calling the police on your cell phone. The police tell you that you should hide since help is on the way, and that no matter what you should not leave the room. However, as you hang up, you realize that the boy left the room. You contemplate going after him, but in fear and selfishness, you hide under the bed to save yourself.
And that's when you hear it.
Thump....
Thump....
Thump......
Hard thumps, going up the stairs. You shake all over, what is that noise?
Thump....
Thump....
Thump...
The thumps are getting louder, closer..
Thump...
Thump...
Thump....
THUMP.
You awake with police surrounding you. They tell you that you passed out but are perfectly fine. They tell you that as they lead you down the stairs, YOU CAN NOT OPEN YOUR EYES.
You start to go down the steps, but curiosity gets the better of you and you open your eyes.
On the stairs lies the corpse of the boy, his arms and legs cut off.
You then realize the thumps were the sounds of his chin hitting the stairs as he used it to pull himself up, desperate for your help.

Young Boy Arnold

A group of campers were sitting around a fire on the last night of their trip, telling cheesy ghost stories and eating roasted marshmallows. "Tell a story councillor Rick" Asked Jimmy. Jimmy was a smart, 15 year old boy with short black hair and green eyes. He loved ghost stories. He knew of all the best ones and had even started writing his own. "Okay, I'll tell you one I know you haven't heard yet," Replied Rick "but then we have to pack up for the night".

"Now, this story I'm about to tell you is TRUE," Rick said jokingly, "But I don't want you guys to get TOO scared, okay?" Rick finished eating a marshmallow he had just roasted, then he got comfortable and started to speak.

There once was a young boy named Arnold. He was a nice young boy around 12 years of age with a good sense of humour. but he didn't tell a lot of jokes. no, he was too busy watching TV. he LOVED watching TV. If he didn't watch his 6 hours of TV a day, he would get in a terrible mood.

one morning he woke up to go watch his morning cartoons. He walked over to the TV and was about to turn it on when he saw something. Something strange. He saw, reflected in the TV screen, a person. the person was a completely naked woman. though you could hardly notice this, as the person was horrifically decomposed.

Arnold's heart nearly skipped a beat. he quickly looked behind him, but no one was there. When he finally worked up the courage to look back at the TV, the reflection was gone. Arnold decided that he was just tired and was seeing things, so he turned the TV on and watched his usual shows.

Eventually night came, and he had to go to bed. He got into his pyjamas and turned the TV off. Again he saw it. On the TV screen was the reflection of the decomposed woman. Arnold screamed for his mom, and she entered the room. Arnold asked her if she could see the reflection of the woman. after 5 minutes of trying , she couldn't see it, so Arnold gave up and went to sleep, making sure to keep the TV out of his field of vision as he left.

The next morning Arnold checked to see if the reflection was still on the TV, and sure enough it was. So Arnold convinced his parents to let him watch his shows on Their TV. Again night came and he had to go to bed. When he turned his parents TV off he saw it. The reflection of the woman was on the TV. Arnold ran out of the room and into his bed.


Arnold was horribly scared of these reflections, so he started going to his friends houses to watch TV. But every day when he had to turn it off, the reflection would appear. His parents started getting worried, and started taking him to doctors and psychologists. But each time they said that they could find nothing wrong with him.

Eventually Arnold ran out of TV’s to watch. He decided that he would stop watching TV altogether, thus avoiding the reflections. A few days passed, and he hadn’t seen the reflection. He was feeling happier, and was spending more time with his family and friends. He was enjoying his life.

Arnold was eating dinner with his parents when nature called, so he got up and went to the washroom. He washed his hands, then looked in the mirror. His face went pale. The woman’s hands were pressing up against the other side of the mirror, her breath leaving a slight fog as if the mirror was a window. This was too much for Arnold to handle, and he fainted.


Arnold woke up curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t move. The room was pitch black, except for the orange glow coming through from under the door. Everything was quite, except for the faint sound of a woman’s quite, raspy breathing. He heard something start crawling towards him. The quite, uneven thumps echoed sickeningly through the room. Eventually, the thing was on top of him, it’s cold, dry skin rubbing against his. Arnold Could feel the woman’s cold, rotten breath in his ear, and could feel a strange liquid oozing onto his face. For what seemed like ages, the woman stayed in her position, the sound of her raspy breathing echoing in his ear the only thing he could hear. Then suddenly, she started to speak. At first she spoke softly in an almost soothing tone. but she slowly got louder, repeating the same sentence over and over and over. Eventually she was screaming so loud, Blood started spurting out from Arnolds now broken eardrum.

Arnold lived the rest of his life in an insane asylum, spending his days sitting in a chair, repeating the sentence the woman told him all day every day, until he died of a heart attack.

“What was the sentence you may ask?” Rick said quietly. "well… the sentence was… you just lost the game".

Jasmine

Jasmine knew that life in her home was a bit different than in other peoples'. Not that she had ever been to stay at anyone else’s house; daddy would never allow that, and by the end of second grade the few friends she’d ever had eventually stopped inviting her over. Now days daddy talked a lot about not letting her go to school at all. This made Jasmine sad; she had so many friends in Miss Keith’s fourth grade class, and she would hate to never see them again. Oh, not that many of them knew that they were her friends; Jasmine was a shy girl. She had barely uttered two words to her classmates in the six months they had been in the same room. However, that didn’t stop her from feeling close to them. Missy Johnson was her best friend. If she was ever going to share The Secret with anyone, it would be Missy. She had once said hello to Missy, and Missy said “hi” back; and that was all Jasmine needed to know that Missy would be her friend forever. Inseparable, best buddies, just like in that Judy Blume book.

Daddy didn’t know about the Judy Blume books; reading them was a Sin. Daddy only let her read The Bible, he said that The Bible had all the stories in it that she would ever need to know. But those stories scared her; they gave her nightmares and left bad pictures in her head. Most of the time the stories had really big words and didn’t make much sense, but she didn’t want to disappoint daddy. He told her everyday how she had a Destiny to fulfill for The Lord. Daddy had found religion right after mommy died: October 31, 1994; the night Jasmine was born. He was a very spiritual man, and insisted that his daughter be raised with the fear of The Lord, so that she might one day find her reward in this world, and the next. The only reason that daddy had let her go to the public school up until now, was because in Texas, kids had to go to school; you couldn’t teach them at home unless you had a bunch of college, and daddy never even finished high school. That didn’t stop him from teaching her after school though.

Each day, after Jasmine finished her homework, her and daddy would sit at the table and begin her lessons. She would recite to him the passages that she had memorized that day from The Bible, and pray. The praying was the worst part. Daddy prayed in a different language that Jasmine didn’t know; one that he said that he couldn’t teach her. He just kept telling her that when The Lord was ready, she would understand the words
So, each day she kneeled beside her daddy, in front of The Alter, and prayed in her head, as she listened to daddy speak the holy words to the statue on the table. Then she would drink from the big silver cup that daddy kept next to the candles. The stuff in the cup always tasted really bad; like someone had left pennies in the tomato juice jug. But Jasmine knew better than to wrinkle her nose or complain. That made daddy angry, because she was disrespecting The Lord.

The last time Daddy was angry was a few days ago. That’s when he locked Jasmine in the “Enlightening Room”, with nothing but the bare concrete floor, a flashlight, and The Bible. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she had been in the “Enlightening Room”, but she new that daddy had come four times, and had brought her a little lunch box with some bread, and a thermos full of fresh water. She wasn’t feeling very enlightened. And she had to go number two. She didn’t mind peeing in the corner, but she didn’t want to have to do you-know-what in the “Enlightening Room”. She hoped that daddy would quiz her soon and let her come out; she was pretty sure that she had missed school, and hated to get behind in her homework. Miss Keith was such a nice lady.
Jasmine picked up the flashlight and flipped through the pages of The Bible. She really wished that it had more pictures; although there was lots of stuff in that book that she didn’t want to see a picture of. She shuddered at the thought, little goose bumps forming on her bare arms. Daddy said that The Lord did not want her to wear clothes in the “Enlightening Room”; that she was to “throw off her earthly vestments” in order to “find The Lord.” Her fingers absently rubbed at the scar on her left thigh. That was where daddy had heated up his necklace real hot and marked her with the symbol of their faith. He did it to himself, too, said that the mark would protect them from all of the bad people who pretended to be good.

Staring off into the silent dark, she remembered the last time that the Bad People came. It was an old man and his daughter, who looked a little bit like Miss Keith. They came down the long driveway and parked their Toyota in front of the old farm house that Jasmine and her daddy lived in. Jasmine was so excited when they came to the door, she couldn’t wait to read the little books that they had in their hands. Jasmine really did love to read. When Daddy opened the door, the two visitors asked him if he had found “Our Lord and Savior”. Daddy had smiled and invited the man (Floyd) and his daughter (Ruby) in for coffee.
The smile slowly slid off Jasmine’s face as she watched what happened next on the little movie screen in her mind.

Floyd and Ruby seemed like they were Good People, until that is, they started to talk about The One True God. That’s when Jasmine started to worry. Daddy had always told her that the Bad People were followers of The One True God. She had tried to think of a way to warn Floyd about what was going to happen, but she didn’t want to make daddy mad. And she didn’t want to go to The Other Place for being a bad girl. Besides, The Lord would bless them for such a wonderful sacrifice as this; something that daddy kept telling the two visitors as he duct taped them to their chairs.

“Go get the knife for your daddy, darlin’,” daddy told her. She rushed off to get the big butcher knife from the block, grabbing a dishpan along the way, just like daddy had taught her. He smiled when she returned. She beamed back at him, forgetting for a minute that the nice people with the books were about to become a sacrifice to The Lord.

Once everything was in place, daddy sent her into the living room while he “took care of things” in the kitchen. Jasmine was never allowed to see the sacrifices. Daddy said that she would be able to once The Lord gave her the words, but that until then, she had to wait in the other room, like a good girl. She put her fingers in her ears so that she wouldn’t hear the screams of the Bad People as daddy said the special words and made the sacrifice.

She could still hear the screams a little bit though, and they played over and over again in her mind as she sat alone in the dark, having turned off the light to save the power. She didn’t want the batteries to burn out because then daddy would be really mad for sure that she wasn’t studying like she should be. Her tummy growled. It seemed to Jasmine that it had been a long time since daddy had last brought her food. She was starting to worry that he was really mad at her and was going to leave her in the “Enlightening Room” forever. Like he’d done to Joey, her big brother. Joey had disappeared when Jasmine was eight, and she missed him a lot. All of Jasmine’s memories of mommy came from the stories that Joey would tell her; stories of how beautiful mommy was, and how wonderful it had been before she died. Joey talked about how he and mommy and daddy use to go to the park and play, and do all sorts of fun things together. Daddy didn’t do anything like that anymore. Joey use to play games with her too. Games like “chase” and “king of the mountain”, and at night he would sneak into her room and they would play with the Weeggee board that daddy used for his special “ceremonies”. It was that last night with the Weegee board that Joey got caught and taken to the “Enlightening Room”. Jasmine liked to think that Joey got enlightened and moved away, like daddy had said, but a part of her was pretty sure that Joey never left home at all, that he was buried in the dark room, here, somewhere with her. She wasn’t positive, but she thought that maybe he wouldn’t have left without telling her goodbye and stuff. Jasmine shivered again, a cold sweat forming on her little naked body.
As she curled up on the pavement to sleep for a little while, she hoped that daddy would come soon, and maybe bring some soup this time. Daddy made good soup. She also began to think that maybe she should try to find a way out of the “Enlightening Room”, just in case something Bad had happened, and daddy never came back at all. Humming softly, she drifted off to sleep.
Jasmine woke up from her dreamless nap, yawning and stretching to try to work the stiffness out of her body. She shined the flashlight around the room, but there was no lunchbox. Daddy had not come back. Finally at the end of her hope and reserves, Jasmine laid back down and began to softly cry. She was so scared, and had to go really bad. Her sniffles echoed off the stark, cinder block walls, keeping her company.

“Stop sniffling like a stupid girl,” she heard Joey’s voice say from the darkness, just outside the halo of the flashlight.

“Joey?” she asked into the void, her heart racing, as she cocked her ear in the direction the voice seemed to come from.

“You heard me, Squirt, you need to turn of the waterworks. Now.” The disembodied voice of her brother echoed in throughout the room. She knew it was her brother, because he was the only one in the whole world who ever called her “Squirt”.
Excited now, Jasmine began to dart her light about the room. “Where are you? Why can’t I see you? Where have you been? I thought you went away!” The questions came pouring out, as her mind worked at twice the speed of her mouth.

“You can’t see me, Squirt, because I’m not really here. I’m dead. Daddy left me here and never came back, just like he’s gone and done to you.”

Jasmine knew it! Tears now forgotten, she told Joey how she had been scared of that very thing, and asked him if he knew of a way she could get out of the “Enlightening Room” because she had to potty really bad, and she hadn’t eaten in so long that her tummy had stopped hurting. Joey said that he had a few ideas and helped her explore the room. First, they investigated the big wooden door. Joey was real smart and told her that if they could find something flat, she might could take the hinge thingies off the door. Jasmine wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t very strong, and she was awfully short, but they started to look for something to use as a screwdriver. After a while though, they had to give up; there was nothing remotely screwdriverish in the entire room. Joey stopped talking, and Jasmine wasn’t even sure if he was still there. Her small shoulders slumped forward in defeat, and she picked up The Bible once more.
That’s when The Idea came. Flipping the book open to the last pages, Jasmine found the pictures with all the funny looking words and squigglies on them. These were the pages that daddy had said were her Destiny. Daddy was sure that Jasmine had The Gift, and would bring Great Rejoicing with them. She had always gotten frustrated whenever daddy assigned them as homework, because they were so hard to understand. Biting her lip in concentration, Jasmine began to highlight the strange words with her flashlight, hoping that the answer would jump out at her. Picking a passage at random, she began to sound out the words on the page, hoping that daddy was right and that she did have The Gift after all. When she got to the end of the section she was reading, her whole world shook with a gigantic BOOM, and a bright blue flash of light lit up the “Enlightening Room”. Her eyes widened in surprise as a gust of wind threw her back, and the force of the explosion blew the door right off of its old iron hinges. Without a second thought, Jasmine jumped to her feet and ran for the door, leaving The Bible behind. All she could think of was getting to the bathroom; it wasn’t proper for little girls to make messes all over themselves with number two.
A soft, green glow began to shimmer in the center of the “Enlightening Room”, as a large, misshapen form coalesced; first one long, green, slimy tentacle, and then another, and another; each appearing after the next. The vile stench of rotting garbage permeated the room, and as the light faded, the hideous, tentacled creature began to slither toward the door. The little girl’s reflection receded in his startlingly human eye, as he left a viscous trail in his wake. He was hungry. He hoped that this daddy person was still around, because while the girl would be tasty, she was really nothing more than a snack. Daddy might be more of a meal.

Jasmine came out of the bathroom, her relief evident on her small face. Now she just needed to find daddy and get something to eat, she thought to herself, as she walked into the kitchen. That was where she found daddy. Well, most of daddy, anyway. His legs were already gone, and his face looked all scrunched up funny. His eyes were closed, and sort of bugged out of his head. Jasmine realized that was being eaten by one of those people from The Bible, but she wasn’t scared at all. She just smiled, a big lopsided grin. She knew that daddy was the best sacrifice ever and that maybe she did have a Destiny after all.