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Recording of Aki Y. (Waring: Slight Body Horror and REALLY long post)
If I die in this world,
Who will know something of me?
I got to record this, through the tremors erupting from my body, and hope that our guardians can decipher this.
-Aki Y.
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"The lifeforms of Earth are ignorant to their fragility. They can be easily exploited by their blissful imagination."
"I agree with you, these creatures often think they're superior. Yet they can't see that we are inside. Breathing in them, LIVING IN THEM. And this machine will be the key to our assimilation."
"And then our master will be invincible."
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It's spreading...
The lesions consume the host,
It's skin will not outlast
the many worms burrowing within.
They wear a void [but as long as breath comes from the mouth]
Not even hope [their bodies never stood the slightest chance]
CAN COMFORT THE SOULS OF THE UNTOUCHED [THEIR PRAYERS ARE SILENCED]
All they see [to cease the darkness digesting them]
Is a galaxy of light & warmth [it's not theirs, it doesnโt belong to them]
Even a fake sky will suffice. [As their souls fight for their lives.]
As the deep ocean rises over time itself. [No one will be granted protection and love.]
War will be no more and all wisdom will be lost...
The mystery will be revealed
and shall the old world be reborn.
Come to us Holy Messiah of Silence.
๐ญ๐ฒ๐ต๐ช๐น๐ฒ๐ญ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ญ
it's a race against the clock, but we don't wanna watch
There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.
โ Steve Moore, V for Vendetta
One such soul is sometimes worth a whole constellation.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky
๐ด'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ด'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐...
My love can't take it no more, gotta caste it on you, on you โก
I ABSOLUTELY LOOOVVEEEE GRAVEYARD AESTHETIC AAAAHHHHHHH
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Spooky Sounds from Across the Solar System
Soaring to the depths of our universe, gallant spacecraft roam the cosmos, snapping images of celestial wonders. Some spacecraft have instruments capable of capturing radio emissions. When scientists convert these to sound waves, the results are eerie to hear.
In time for Halloween, we've put together a compilation of elusive "sounds" of howling planets and whistling helium that is sure to make your skin crawl.
Listen to a few here and visit our Soundcloud for more spooky sounds.ย
Cassini Ring Crossing
This eerie audio represents data collected by our Cassini spacecraft, as it crossed through the gap between Saturn and its rings on April 26, 2017, during the first dive of the mission's Grand Finale. The instrument is able to record ring particles striking the spacecraft in its data. In the data from this dive, there is virtually no detectable peak in pops and cracks that represent ring particles striking the spacecraft. The lack of discernible pops and cracks indicates the region is largely free of small particles.ย
Voyager Tsunami Waves in Interstellar Spaceย
Listen to this howling audio from ourย Voyager 1 spacecraft. Voyager 1 has experienced three "tsunami waves" in interstellar space. This kind of wave occurs as a result of a coronal mass ejection erupting from the Sun. The most recent tsunami wave that Voyager experienced began in February 2014, and may still be going. Listen to how these waves cause surrounding ionized matter to ring like a bell.
Voyager Sounds of Interstellar Space
Our Voyager 1 spacecraft captured these high-pitched, spooky sounds of interstellar space from October to November 2012 and April to May 2013.
The soundtrack reproduces the amplitude and frequency of the plasma waves as "heard" by Voyager 1. The waves detected by the instrument antennas can be simply amplified and played through a speaker. These frequencies are within the range heard by human ears.
When scientists extrapolated this line even further back in time (not shown), they deduced that Voyager 1 first encountered interstellar plasma in August 2012.
Plasma Sounds at Jupiter
Ominous sounds of plasma! Our Juno spacecraft has observed plasma wave signals from Jupiterโs ionosphere. The results in this video show an increasing plasma density as Juno descended into Jupiterโs ionosphere during its close pass by Jupiter on February 2, 2017. ย
Roar of Jupiter
Juno's Waves instrument recorded this supernatural soundingย encounter with the bow shock over the course of about two hours on June 24, 2016. "Bow shock" is where the supersonic solar wind is heated and slowed by Jupiter's magnetosphere. It is analogous to a sonic boom on Earth. The next day, June 25, 2016, the Waves instrument witnessed the crossing of the magnetopause. "Trapped continuum radiation" refers to waves trapped in a low-density cavity in Jupiter's magnetosphere.
Visit the NASA Soundcloud for more spooky space sounds:ย https://soundcloud.com/nasa/sets/spookyspacesounds
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in the rain
A short horror story I wrote
Word count: 1848
TW: Blood, death, confusion
The sound of the gentle tapping of the rain on my window awakens me.
Just by glancing over at the window I can see the dark autumn sky even though it must still be around noon.
Slowly I get up from the couch, I must have dozed off for a minute or so.
I walk over to my kitchen to see if there is anything to eat.
Opening all the cabinets and finally the freezer, I discover that I'm all out of food.
Damn, I forgot, it's grocery day today... and I still have to go out with this shitty weather.
Still I ready myself to go outside, I take my dark green raincoat and a bag.
I put on my shoes and finally leave, locking the door behind me, walking towards the nearest bus stop.
I know I'm being lazy, walking that distance can be done in about half an hour, but still this weather seems to only be getting worse.
As I turn around to face the weather I feel the cool breeze going through my coat and the water gliding off my face.
A greeting from the outside, a cold and wet greeting.
Quickly I make a run for the bus stop.
Each time one of my feet hit the middle of a puddle, the water flies around me, making me feel like a little kid playing in the rain.
It takes a couple of minutes for me to reach the small square hut, known locally as the bus stop.
I live in the middle of nowhere anyway.
As I finally lay eyes on it I almost dive for cover under the roof.
I know it doesn't really matter, I'm already soaked, but still, it brings me comfort.
Immediately I notice that I'm not alone.
Someone else is standing beside me.
Most likely also waiting for the bus to come.
Their face is obscured by their coat... Their dark green coat.
Did he get it at the same store as me?
For a while we awkwardly stand next to each other, not speaking a word, or perhaps letting the rain itself do the talking.
Cold seconds pass slowly and eventually I can't take it anymore.
"So... uhh... the weather is pretty bad, รฉh?"
I know the question is bad, small talk is not everyone's favorite, but worse than that, I don't get a response at all.
And we are back at listening to the rain and just standing next to one another, but this one more awkwardly than before.
The person next to me didn't show any sign of even hearing me.
Finally the bus arrives and I get on.
I look back, but the person behind me doesn't seem to be moving in the slightest.
Does he even breathe? I really can't tell.
"Hey man? Didn't you need to take the bus too?" I call over to him, gesturing that he can go in, but again he doesn't move at all.
I shake my head and then turn it towards the bus driver.
Unlike the usual uniform, they seem to be wearing another dark green raincoat. Almost exactly like mine, or perhaps it's completely the same...
I show the chauffeur my ticket, but he doesn't move a muscle.
Quietly I turn around to look further inside the vehicle.
It's almost completely empty, except for a few strangers dressed with the same dark green jacket.
For a moment I hesitate.
Do I really want to be on this bus?
But then the squeaking doors behind me close, cutting off my only escape route.
Obediently I take a seat, trying not to look around me and just stare out of the window.
When the bus finally comes to a halt at my stop I get out as fast as I can.
Strangely enough this is the first stop it made, no one got on and no one got off.
As I step outside, I am greeted by more rain, falling down even heavier than before.
Quickly I race towards the store and feel a sense of relief wash over me as I finally reach the entrance and hear the familiar chime.
The bright light hurts my eyes, it's a lot brighter than outside after all.
I let out a shivering sigh from the cold. It might be less warm here than outside, or perhaps it's because of how wet my clothes have gotten.
The water has gone right through my coat after all.
I notice my breath leaving my mouth in small clouds and rub my hands together for some warmth.
I guess it must be cold here after all.
Carefully I look around, it seems that I'm the only customer inside the store.
I should probably hurry up, I'm not sure if there will be many buses leaving after I'm done with shopping.
I take a shopping cart and start to move around the store.
Taking with me things for breakfast, things for lunch, things for dinner and of course some snacks.
Eventually I find myself next to an aisle that's entirely empty.
"How strange..." I mutter to myself: "I was sure these were filled just last week..."
I take a few steps back, towards the fridges where they keep milk and stuff.
Something about it seems off.
Carefully I take a closer look.
It looks like all the cartons of milk from the highest shelf to the lowest have all been cut in half in a straight row.
No, cut isn't the word.
More like half of it has been melted off.
The contents are spilled all over the floor.
As I inspect the next row, I see that these all have half-faded packaging.
I look up to find a huge dark stain on the ceiling above it, water is slowly dripping down onto those products and the floor.
It's almost as if the rain is washing it all away.
Quickly I leave for the check-out and find another one behind the counter.
A person, dressed with the same raincoat as mine, somehow still with a faded nametag on their chest, too faded to read.
Honestly it looks a bit silly.
Their hood is up and they look down, causing me to be unable to see their face just like with the others before.
I greet the 'worker' like normal even though he doesn't move at all and I hand them the money, which they don't take either, so I place it before them.
"Keep the change." I say, trying to joke away the fear I feel inside.
That is the truth after all.
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
I'm terrified, but I don't want to let it show.
Everything about this day has been strange.
Normally I don't fall asleep during the day, normally I don't take the bus to the store, normally I don't stand waiting for a bus with a stranger...
Then there's the fact I haven't seen a single familiar face since I woke up. Why isn't anyone here when usually this store is filled with people I know?
I pick up the pace, too scared to look behind me.
What if they did move?
What if they did move, but only if I wasn't facing them.
What if they were right behind me, staring at me from underneath those hoods?
What if they wanted to do something to me?
I shake my head and enter the rainy and windy outside world again.
The rainfall has gotten even heavier.
I can barely keep my eyes open from all the water pouring down, only able to open them again as I blindly enter the bus stop.
This time I'm alone.
Though I doubt if that really is the case.
I mean, what if they're watching?
While waiting for the bus to come I look at my sleeve.
The dark green fabric has been completely soaked.
Why is it that we all wear the same? I think to myself.
Where and when did I even buy such an ugly thing?
I have another one, a blue one... right?
No, now that I think about it I'm not so sure.
This rain... it's making it difficult to remember.
The bus finally arrives for me to go home again.
Trying to avoid the spats coming from the sky, but failing, I enter the vehicle.
It's cold here too.
Like in the store small clouds leave my shivering mouth.
I look at the driver.
It's one of them again.
Or am I supposed to be one of them?
My coat shows our resemblance.
My hood is still up too.
I take it off and smile at the driver.
"Good afternoon sir, bad weather we're having, don't we?"
Suddenly I hear something moving in the back of the bus.
Multiple people dressed like me are sitting there, more than before.
All of them seem to stare at me from underneath their dark hoods.
I smile at them too, but now that I'm looking at them too they have stopped moving again completely.
The door behind me closes and I take a seat.
Everything feels so unwelcoming, it makes me feel a bit sad.
Looking outside of the window I appreciate the beautifully dreary scenery from my home.
It looks like the water levels have been rising far.
Much further than it normally would.
Almost like the water is trying to swallow it all up.
I'm glad I live up high.
We drive past a small cliff.
I look down at the water through the window.
The rain is still relentlessly hitting the windows, coming down unforgivingly at the windows, making me scared that it could shatter them any moment.
It has become a droning noise overtaking any thought I might have had as suddenly, I feel light.
Everything starts feels like going in hyper speed.
The bus has made a turn.
A turn off the cliff.
And we hit the water before I even realized what was going on.
It's all going so fast and yet, none of them moved even an inch.
All of the other 'passengers' keep sitting the way they sat before, not even trembling because of the fall. Making it look like they were plastic figures glued to their respective benches.
Windows break and water starts to pour in even faster than the rain.
Loudly I curse and get up from my seat in a daze.
My head is pounding terribly, did I hit something?
I'm not sure.
It just hurts.
The vehicle starts to sink and I start to panic.
A heavy tree branch falls through one of the small windows in the ceiling.
I jump back, but then see that it has shattered the entire window and created a way for me to get out.
The water is rising higher and higher and I reach for the window.
Now the people in the bus do start to move.
In a strange and shocking way.
Moving like they have never used a limb before.
Crawling around, stumbling around, a strange form of swimming.
Shit!
They're coming for me!
They're coming for me!!
They get closer and closer with their strange movements.
Trying to wrap their arms around me.
As I feel their freezing cold fingers touch me I kick around me as hard as I can.
"Stay away!" I yell: "Stay the Hell away!!"
Desperately I hold on to the branch.
The first few already have their hands wrapped around my ankles.
"Let me go!!!" I yell, kicking and screaming.
More hands.
And then they start to grip and pull.
The gray light from the sky starts to grow distant, my head is getting closer to the water.
The heavy rain has started pushing me down now too.
Pushing back my hands, letting me slide back down.
I've never seen or even felt a rain storm this heavy, it feels like it's trying to get rid of me.
Trying to clean this place by getting rid of me.
Like a ghost town being washed away by the rain...
White hell
Here's another short story I wrote.
I hope you like it:)
TW: Gore & psychological horror
It's all white...
The room I'm in and the rest of this building is probably also all white.
I don't know where I am.
This cold blinding white, everything is this pale color, every object, all the furniture, every.... Everything.
I'm all alone, in this unending place with only one color.
At first, I didn't see it as much of a problem, I am quite introverted after all. Put other people in this room and I would find it all the more terrifying.
But now, I've been here for hours, there are no windows or exits. Or at least I haven't found any.
I have no idea how late it is or what part of the day it could be.
It might be in the middle of the night or perhaps in the middle of a warm sunny day. Of course I wouldn't know, I'm stuck in this building. This building that's completely white on the inside.
There is barely even any shadow.
There is constant white light.
I wonder what would happen if I stay here for too long.
Will I go crazy?
Some time later...
It has been long... or at least I think so.
How long? I don't know.
I think probably a couple of weeks, maybe a month, but I could be very wrong, so maybe just a couple of hours?
I've no clue.
The white light makes me feel cold, not that I'm-in-danger kind of cold. But just an inside kind of cold.
Like my heart froze or it's just pumping cold fluid throughout my body.
I wonder if I'm still alive.
My hands are still warm though, so I might be.
I noticed that sometimes when I close a door and quickly open it again, that it wasn't the same room as before. On a couple occasions, the furniture will be on a wall or even the ceiling.
I've tried breaking through walls, but it doesn't matter, I'm not strong enough.
An unidentified amount of time later...
I found something!
Not an exit unfortunately, but something with color.
It's a pool, a swimming pool in this boring white building.
The water is a calm, light blue.
So I jumped in...
And got out disappointed, it had all turned white under water. Just as white as the rest.
The blue was just an illusion, a dream. Just a small wish for normality in this one color hell.
The white hell, huh... sounds pretty funny, also quite fitting.
Later...
I've made a friend!
My first friend in forever!
The most beautiful friend one could ask for.
It's a small blue butterfly and this time, the color is no illusion.
The one thing that totally made my day.
My friend is stuck here too, so we work together to find a way out.
It is a very good listener and goes with me wherever I go.
I still don't know what name I would give my friend, but is it really necessary? Who am I to decide the name of a creature so beautiful. I'm terrible at naming things.
Its wings are a warm kind of blue, like an ocean during summer looked at by the bright sun.
We eat together and I talk to it, I need someone to talk to anyway. I will definitely go insane if I don't.
More time passed
I don't know what to do.
I hate myself.
I killed my friend.
My one and only true friend in this white hell.
Poor little butterfly.
He didn't want to come with me anymore, so we got into an argument. He said some really nasty things to me and... and I ended up hitting him.
Oh God, what have I done...
With one small thump of my hand, he was no longer...
I cried.
I cried for, I don't know how long.
I mourned him.
And as I wanted to give him a proper burial in the white sand, I noticed something.
My friend had given me one last gift. Did he forgive me?
A new color.
Red.
It came out of him, just a little bit.
Just a small drop.
A beautiful crimson red.
I am so lucky to have had a friend like that.
Date unknown:
I have found more red.
More than before, now when I enter a room there is red splashed on the walls. Maybe even on the ceiling and floor. I don't know what up or down is anymore. I just move from box to box. Everything is the same. Same old. Same old.
The red gives me warmth, it's the same crimson color like my dear friend gave to me.
And when I stay too long it starts turning brown. That's pretty cool!
I didn't know it could do that!
It's pretty.
I open my eyes, I still haven't escaped the white room. I'm still here, trapped by cloth so I can't move. Still alone.
There is nothing else then this white hell.
Moder.
Have yall seen The Ritual? For me, this shot is absolutely giving Moder.
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Spirit of the forest
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Sometimes I agonize over B&W or color. Wanna weigh in on the debate here?
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I have so many faves from this shoot, but this is at least in the top 3! What a24 film is this? Someone hurry up, write the script, or at least drop the title below.
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Is this a dream? or a nightmare...
This place feelsโฆstrange
Abandoned parking lot I found a few nights back, eerie vibes for sure
Meshes of the Afternoon
Maya Deren, 1943
Daulatabad-devgiri fort.. (11th century AD) A stairway in a cave strategically cut through a mountain to confuse the enemy soldiers during battles maybe halfway into the fort. It was cold and complete dark in there. when i turnd on my flashlight i av seen hundreds of bats hangin on to the roof and some flying over the head. i had a eerie feeling when passing through this cave maybe because the local guide told me that the next chamber is where thousands of enemy soldiers were beheaded. #fort #historicalplace #historychannel #historynerd #outlooktraveller #natgeotravel #eerie #manmade #cave #hillfort #battles #fortsofindia #instagram #daily #soldiers #bats #ancientarchitecture #rock #archeology #mountain #stairway #maharastra #explore (at Daulatabad, Maharashtra, India)
