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< You are in a forest.  < What can I see around me? < A forest of gnarled, oddly shaped trees with roots that run along the ground in overlapping stands like knotted yarn. They are overshadowed by thick foliage that hides much of the sky.  < Anything else? < No. < What am I

There is a girl in my phone.   She is beautiful. She smiles and laughs and is always at ease. The light always hits  her face just so, her curls falling much better than mine. Her friends are always visiting and  she seems to travel to many amazing places. Yet, having seen wonders of the world,

I was working in the lab late one night, when my eyes beheld an eerie light. The light was bright, but it didn’t hurt to look at it. I sat mesmerized, my movements slowed, suspended almost, by the light. The light grew stronger, until I couldn’t look at it and had to look the other

Milton & Co. employs millions of people globally. It’s a massive firm that involves numerous lines of business that no one seems to understand, including Marcus, whose job he estimates is “emails.” Marcus does the same thing daily: type constant replies to his faceless clientele at his bare cubicle (no photos or trinkets allowed). They

ARGFanWikiPedius2 : MyMyco ARG ! On 17/02/26 the following article was vandalized and is currently on shut-down for moderator review. Once all misinformation has been removed the page will be reinstated ! (Mod 1: @Mod_Team thanks to my quick thinking the hacker has been removed from the backend. I’ve highlighted what I think is misinfo.

“Desyat, Vosem, Delta, Shest, Dva, Alpha, Devyat, Indigo, Dvadtsat, Sierra, Tri, Pyat, Yankee.” I became an amateur radio enthusiast in 1997. After my older brother taught me about how the Russians used short wave radio communication in order to commit acts of espionage in the frigid depths of the Cold War. They started with a

 1 It was just about 9:30 AM on a beautiful, cloudless day in May that Grant first saw the video. It had appeared on one of the Cryptozoology forums that he loved to spend his free time scrolling through. Watching every bit of video. Quietly concentrating on every snippet of audio. Puzzling over countless transcribed

4:27 AM. 90E heading north. Cassette deck clicking, window cracked, fog low. Past Garfield Blvd, row houses pressing close. He parks on Prairie Ave, cuts the engine, smokes. Brick duplex, lower half-sunk. On the window of that unit, dust thick as felt, plastic blinds, trashcan smell. He drops the cigarette, grinds it, grabs the key from

LostMediaFinders Forum 28-07-2006  //  05:29 PM  //  pathways95UNMARKED TAPES FOUND IN STORAGEI work at a video store and while clearing out our storage cupboard today I found this box of around 20 to 30 VHS tapes that are all unmarked except for a few that have ‘S!’ written on them. Most of them are either

Jack’s head is always fuzzy with static, now. He can’t remember much of anything before TikTok. People and places are blurry; a blank space in the cavity where his memories once sat. Every day, he wakes up, opens the app, and scrolls until his eyes burn with sleep. His mom calls his doomscrolling an addiction,