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jacobbarker36: In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white gown covered in blood. Now this in itself should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.
The first, being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.
She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors had thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.
But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff holding her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.
She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.
As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…
The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”
She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.
There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.
As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.
She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.
The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.
There was never a sighting of her again.
jacobbarker36: The following is being recounted as best I can from memory and seeing as I experienced it while suffering from a severe allergic reaction to Penicillin and sleep paralysis, you are free to interpret it in the comments as best you can, I know a lot of people have put theories forward already.
Shortly after the events from "Let Me In", the police had conducted an investigation, concluding that the incident at the house was "an attempted burglary", no windows had been smashed but the locks on the front & back door had been unsuccessfully forced.
No fingerprints or evidence was found in the car other than the note and the items, the writing pulled up nothing and the emails were encrypted. Basically to them, it looked like a dead end investigation with a stalker trying to rattle me. So, as a precaution, they placed a police car outside the residence for 2 weeks and we had an internal alarm installed to inform us when anyone came through the door, it wouldn't constantly go off should someone enter, it would simply beep loudly twice as soon as the door was opened more than an inch.
However, whatever or whoever they were, they didn't like the attention and nothing came of it. The police told us to inform them if anything else happened, however it seemed as if they'd given up.
Several months passed and things once again, slowly but surely, returned to normal. It didn't leave my memory this time, however. I couldn't get it out of my head, I felt I was being observed wherever i went and i was getting severe nightmares virtually every evening, waking up screaming myself hoarse thinking I was being attacked again. I eventually contracted Chronic Tonsillitis and had to start a course of Amoxocillin, Erythromycin and Penicillin. Standard drugs to treat the condition, i'd have to take these regularly over the next couple of years until I finally had my tonsils removed in 2011.
Unbeknownst to me, i'd developed a severe allergy to Penicillin as I had not taken it since I was a child. As it was already in my system, there was not much to be done except ride it out and have my parents watch over me to make sure my throat didn't close up. Over the next 48 hours, I began to suffer cold sweats, severe vomiting, among other symptoms. It's now June 2009 and i'm lying in bed, desperately trying to sleep and end this awful feeling, I finally felt my eyelids get heavy and I knew I was on my way.
I wish i'd never closed my eyes.
I began to have awful nightmares, many of which included being strapped to a cold operating table in a dark, dingy operating theatre while three masked surgeons observed me for hours on end. Not even cutting me open, just…looking at me. Occasionally one would point something out on my person, then point to something out of my peripheral vision to the others and they'd all nod, rubbing their hands together. I couldn't scream or try to reason with them as I'd lost the ability to speak through my tonsillitis, strangely, it was also apparent in my nightmare. I just remember their cold, unforgiving black eyes staring at me, a sick smile could still be made out even behind their surgical masks.
It was around this time, that part of my nightmares surroundings began to bleed into my room. And just like in my dream, I felt like I was strapped to my bed, I was unable to move anything except my eyes. The surgeons were slowly fading however, and despite not being able to move, i felt a sense of relief wash over me. I knew I was experiencing sleep paralysis and that it would pass eventually, all I needed to do was ride it out.
Then i heard something shuffle behind my bed. The shuffling got closer and closer behind me, until it reached my bed frame.
Tap, tap, tap.
The clinking of nail on metal rang through the room.
"No, no it can't be, i'm just imagining things." I thought to myself.
Tap, tap, tap.
"If they'd gotten in, i'd have heard the alarm, my parents would've done something." My heart began beating in my already swollen throat.
Tap, tap, tap.
"This isn't happening, oh god, i'm going to die." My vision was getting blurry.
The tapping stopped, my heart was beating so loud, I swear you could hear it in the room.
Something ran it's fingers through the back of my hair and slowly covered my eyes. It knew I couldn't speak or scream and it seemed to know I couldn't move.
Without a phone or a door obstructing it, I could hear it's voice clearly in front of mine. I can't begin to explain what it sounded like. It practically bordered on the inhuman, though I don't like to even entertain that notion. When it spoke to me, it first recited the poem in the email, it's voice full of malice and joy. I whimpered as it got progressively faster to the end of the poem.
"Three hungry beasts, three hungry beasts,
See how they feed, see how they feed,
They always capture their prey, someday,
Be it today, April or far away.
Just when you think you've escaped and are free,
You forgot, not two, but three hungry beasts are we."
It…it even licked me as it ended the poem. The stench of decay from it's mouth filling my nostrils and making me want to vomit. It then spoke to me in Latin, I didn't understand it at the time, but it was burned into my mind and I managed to find a translation on the internet.
“nemo dat quod non habet, non semper erit aestas….eheu fugaces, labuntur anni”
“No one gives what he does not have, It will not always be summer…Alas, the fleeting years slip away”
To this day, i'm still not sure what it means. While my mind processed this, I heard a faint scratching sound in the background. At first i thought they were scratching me, but I realised it was the sound of scrawling, someone frantically putting something down on paper. I wasn't sure how that was possible, given that my eyes were being covered by two hands.
I remembered quickly however, there were three of them. That reality hit me in the chest, quite literally, when a huge weight bared down on me and placed it's hands around my neck, it's long, grotesquely thick fingers pushing on my windpipe as it's warped, animal like voice started laughing with glee. Like a child playing with it's favourite toy. The other two started laughing, it was like a chorus of wounded animals crying, trying to speak and it made my ears ring. Despite my fear of them, my fear of that sound was stronger, it felt…wrong, like I shouldn't be able to hear it, like something no man should be able to hear.
I was beginning to lose consciousness again as the things grip got tighter around my neck. The laughter ceased and a snarling took over. The one holding my eyes shut leaned down again and spoke once more, the smell of decay filling my nostrils:
"You will not be ours today, it is not time."
I could hear the snarling getting louder.
"But we will show you when your time is coming."
It was right by my ears, I could hear them lick their lips. All three of them were surrounding my head and there wasn't a single thing I could do.
They all spoke together.
"We've been here before, and we WILL have you."
As they finished, my eyes opened and the grip was released instantaneously, I sat up and vomited on my bed, that awful smell all around my room. I frantically searched my room for anything, but there was nothing, save for the bedroom door opened a crack.
I calmed myself down and after cleaning my vomit off the floor, went to check the front door and back door were locked. Oddly enough, they were. When I went to check the alarm, however. It had been unplugged. I decided against telling my parents or my police, i'm still unsure whether this actually occurred. When I went back in my room, I realised two things. The first being that smell, if their breath smelled of decay but not their bodies, then it wasn't smell of decay, it was the smell of flesh.
The second, being the source of that scrawling. There was a piece of paper on my bedside table with a black etching on it in an almost un-legible handwriting (before anyone asks for photos, i burned it) It was scratched over a certificate. When I looked closer, I saw it was a death certificate.
It had the date of my death written on it.
It wasn't far away.
jacobbarker36: Yes, I've deleted it. If you don't know what I'm talking about, move on, scroll down to the next thing in your newsfeed.
If you saw it before it got deleted, I'm sorry, okay?
But read this, and you'll see why you mustn't try that damn ritual.
I'm not sure what to call them, I dont know if they are real existing physical or spiritual beings, demons, or plays of your subconsciousness. I find two plausible explanations for this and many other "summoning rituals" 1. you are in the presence of a real being who is not you 2. you are tapping into your subconsciousness which is displaying things that your mind creates or who you are. It doesn't matter which one of these it is as the experience itself can cause serious harm if you aren't cautious. Either way the more scientific explanation for this is sensory deprivation and spiritual disassociation. The backups are there for you to tap out from the experience, getting stuck in it is extremely dangerous for your mental health. Think of an extremely bad psychedelic nightmare, or a very severe sleep paralysis, this is the kind of shit im talking about. Except the beings you may witness can be way worse, things you would never imagine to be able to see, worst part being that you actually are seeing them and not just in your imagination, but in your true vision. Remember, what we perceive with our senses is what we call reality, and everything you perceive and see is as real to you as anything.
If done right, you will hear voices, you will hear them tempting you, and your faces which you saw in the mirrors will morph into something completely different than the reflection of your physical being. The beings will try to tempt you to side towards them and you are to resist that. What ever you hear, feel, or see, do NOT follow them, do NOT look at them in the eye, and do NOT accept their offers.
The best scientific explanation I can give for this whole experience is the combination of sensory deprivation and spiritual disassociation as I mentioned before. Sensory deprivation = the darkness, dim light, and silence. Your brain absolutely needs things to perceive at all times when you are awake it has to use its sensory abilities to perceive things, if it cant it will create them. It will create things for you to perceive. This is where spiritual disassociation comes into play. Basically you can be completely disassociated from your normal perceived reality, thus the loved one cant see what you are witnessing. It is very likely that what you witness in the mirrors are just sides of your subconsciousness, it can be the evil that manifests in you, or the good. Basically a momentary tapping into you subconsciousness which you otherwise dont have access to. Thus, the demons that manifest inside you. Not physical beings, but your "thoughts" - the bad ones. Accepting these or their (your) offers and promises may lead into serious damage to yourself.
If you follow what OP posted, it will work, if what you witness are real beings or just plays of your subconsciousness is up to you, in either case tread carefully. This is not a bullshit thing and I vouch for him, though I do NOT advocate it in any way. This is for more metaphysically experienced people and not for the inexperienced as it may lead to great damage.
That said, I've gotta get to bed. It's 6am and I haven't even slept yet.
jacobbarker36: In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God.
They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed.* Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study.
He whispered “I have spoken with God, and He has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped.
There was no apparent cause of death.
jacobbarker36: Well im out for the night, anyone wanna text me, the numbers 770-330-6021 "please be in the U.S" i dont like to pay extra money. thanks.