domingo, 30 de septiembre de 2012
Wet dreams cuased by ghosts?
They blame the phenomenon to the fact that his district was built in the place where there was an old cemetery. A woman, Olga Venegas, said to have been dominated by nightmares for over eight years. She told the newspaper the Fourth if exorcism does not work consider moving house. Her husband also says he is desperate to get a night's sleep. Residents spent a day recently prayer hoping to persuade the demons to leave them alone. When that failed, they resorted to the exorcists.
Victims say wild erotic dreams usually begin sometime after midnight and often lasts all night. Some people have suggested that dreams can not be caused by demons. A skeptic has recommended its neighbors visit a psychiatrist or a sex therapist.
THE PHANTOM OR FRAUD PROJECT
Sun International in South Africa has shown interest in sending the team to Capetown and Jo'burg, and a hotel in Gettysburg USA is also considering the idea. Hemsworth said "All you have to do is pay people interested flights to the place and the team's stay, a small investment when compared to advertising would get the place and the percentage of profits or tapes in a future possible TV rights. "
For more information, visit the page www.phantomorfraud.com. Galaxy Television is looking for new places to this project and during May 2002 in the U.S. You can also contact Galaxi to other places via 01582 605222 or e-mail to ross@galaxi.tv.
Little Girl Ghost on Argentina
Days after the change of address, she began to suffer the emergence of new wounds: a kind of crosses that came in his forehead. One of her younger sisters, aged 11, also saw his body appeared in similar markings. The phenomenon then became more violent, and strength "invisible" began breaking the dishes on the floor of the kitchen. Today the girl has been taken to the home of a local family who offered to host it in a last attempt to clear them annoying events.
Creating a haunted house using scientific methods
A psychologist phenomenology skeptical of paranormal hopes to create your own haunted house where paranormal phenomena can convene a simple triggering interruptor.El Dr. Richard Wiseman believes the ghostly experiences can be explained by a combination of fear, and effects such as electromagnetic fields , changes in temperature and low noise frecuencia.Planea put his theory to the test by controlling an environment that produces fear. Dr. Wiseman, of Hertfordshire University, told New Scientist magazine: "We want to build our own haunted house, so we have control of everything." "It would produce scientific results that really matter, and a huge amount of publicity , and it would be something historic. "
Dr. Wiseman believes unusual environmental effects play an important role in many ghostly sensations, and may even explain some experiencias.Los laboratory experiments have suggested that electromagnetic fields and "infrasound" - low frequency vibrations below audible limit - can induce hallucinations and feelings of inquietud.Hay also evidence that even a small drop in temperature can make your hair stand on end, like certain types of lighting, shapes and sizes habitaciones.Tales effects were considered in the research undertaken by Dr. Wiseman at two sites featured delighted Palace Hampton Court near London Bridge and South Bridge Vaults in Edinburgh Victoriano. "We showed that the people had strange experiences in the same places, and now we know they are based on environmental factors," said Dr. Wiseman.
In his haunted house, visitors would be terrified of speakers emitting infrasound, electrical coils hidden behind pictures, and sudden air currents generated by hidden vents in rodapies.También have control over the lighting, the arrangement of the rooms, and features thereof. Dr. Wiseman hopes the house can finance itself by the large number of visitors expected to receive, especially if the home is associated with historic sites.
Ghosts sight on a Train
These allegations, which issued the Daily Chronicle of the southern city, he realizes that the men arrested for an alleged armed robbery in his statement to the investigating judge Fabio Monti, asked him not to return to the branch 2 of the provincial police citing "the discomfort they had to sleep, apparently caused by" someone "all the time they pulled the blankets and blankets of the bed."
In the indictment the judge to tell him if they knew who might have been the cause of the discomfort prisoners claimed that it was the spirit of a person who died in the police station while he was detained. The strangest thing is that this version will not only be credible to the public defender, but police had corroborated the version. In this sense, the station staff said 2nd at night hear "voices" and "steps" in the various corridors of the police station to be reviewed sites that are totally uninhabited.
Moreover, and in what seems the script for a low budget film, a former magistrate, currently Maid, anecdotally recalled that some years ago took a statement from a prisoner who had lived the same experience in that cell . According to the newspaper account Trelew Chronicle, one of the detainees confirmed his complaint against journalists and said that the alleged ghost would not let him "sleep at night" because "pulled the blankets on the floor."
"In the dungeon were no longer allowed to sleep four," he said, revealing that for that reason the other cellmates could get to request a transfer to another police station.
Cursed Searchlight for sale?! , REAL!
If you have a dollar and you can buy a lighthouse, but is haunted, so they say. The real estate assets sold everything from forests, islands and ancient forts to castles and monasteries. There are jobs for everyone. Thus the Penfield Lighthouse, located 1.1 miles off the coast of Fairfield (Connecticut, USA), sold for the modest sum of one dollar, but brings a little twist: houses supposedly the ghost of a lighthouse keeper who died in Christmas 1916 in a storm.This is one more than the General Services Administration (GSA, in English) is selling U.S. and expects to raise up to € 170,000 for some of them. In turn, Croatia brought to market a year ago a large number of lighthouses on the Adriatic coast, some of which have been packaged as two-room hotels.
martes, 25 de septiembre de 2012
Carolina and veronica
The friendship between them came when both were still very small. Carolina, who was 17, was three years older than Veronica, who only had 14. The parents of the girls, after their marriage, they went to live just down the street, a house opposite the other. During his childhood, had been inseparable, and their friendship seemed really something special. Rare was the time he finished the day without their having accomplished some of his antics. Although Carolina was the oldest, and was supposed to take the lead, but it was Veronica who almost always convinced her friend to realize all the mischief that occurred to them. In both came, that, without thinking twice, Veronica crossed her head in one of those crazy mornings children, one of many perverse ideas: If Carolina reached age 17 without falling in love with any boy, was it definitely had soul nun and had to enter a convent. Of course, the same conditions were worth for Veronica, but then it still would have three years to bring down the bet. So the final decision was that if the Veronica turned 17, neither had managed to fall in love, both would enter the convent on the same day, which finally happened. Without notifying their parents, the same night that Veronica came of age, both knocked on the door of the convent, closing behind the outside world.
At first it was fun. Each struggled to prove to the other that could be better nun, religious and most veteran did not notice anything strange about them, except for a couple of little girls who wanted to recognize in their hearts the love of God. But they were gradually changing, as time passed, to become somewhat rebellious and wayward. The straw that broke the camel's back was the arrival of that little boy with blue eyes, arrived in one of the congregations, which had been raised by very young monks being abandoned by his mother, would certainly common in those days.
Since coming to the convent, Carolina lost totally right for the boy, whose name was Alvaro. Meanwhile, Veronica also happened that had fallen for him, which could lead to an ugly confrontation between two friends.
Álvaro continually besieged Carolina, in every corner, down the halls. And even though the boy was trying to get away from all his outbursts, at heart must feel something for her too, because we both ended up kissing and promising always be together at every opportunity. Carolina had told him her friend on her love for Alvaro, Veronica from then deciding to keep secret his feelings for the young. However, the latter, much more shrewd than her friend, learned faster dazzle her lover, and wanted the fatality as may, in the room of two young Álvaro making love, they were surprised by Carolina, who after searching Veronica everywhere without finding it, he had thought to ask the boy for it by going directly to their rooms.
Carolina's reaction was swift, shouting and making a fuss, not to threaten her, until now, dearest friend. In vain Veronica could explain to her friend, who had finally left the room without looking back, his intention to resign to the religious life and marry Alvaro as possible, despite his young age. Finding that it was impossible to reason with Carolina, he returned to his room and talk to her the next morning. Although this morning .... Veronica never come to ...
So while Veronica slept peacefully that night, one in which was surprised by her friend, it was up to his undoing, at any price. Catching sewing scissors, which were curiously tied a red ribbon so they could stay around their necks without the possibility of loss, Carolina was more than willing to end the life of Veronica, which no doubt would inevitably . After entering your room and check that it was asleep, lifting scissors, totally out of it, nailed them to the heart of the girl, shouting angrily: "Veronica", "Veronica", "Verónicaaaaa".
Even a few minutes would pass before repair Carolina in what had been capable of. Looking up and see that he had killed his friend, gave a slight gasp, frightened, sobbing bitterly from that moment. Once fairly answer, decided that all he could do was bury near the convent, and so he did hit that even underground ended leaving with scissors stuck in his chest.
A year passed after this event, and Carolina was in the convent, as if nothing had happened. Now, at 18, had left his rebellious tone to become a future servant of God. At least he tried, perhaps wanting to forget something impossible, the murder of his friend by his own hands.
In the convent Veronica finally everyone thought had gone with Álvaro at ending religious coexistence, and nothing could suspect his tragic end. The girl, one day before his death, he was concerned to notify the mother superior of the convent his intention to leave the order and marry Alvaro, which, of course, not just adopted by the supreme devotee, thus, anyone have surprised the girl probably leak.
And then, when night anniversary of the murder of Veronica, strange sounds and voices began to be heard from every corner of the convent, creepy and pitiful at the same time. Difficult to know how they would take the matter nuns of the order, if they are used to such events, given the legends surrounding the oldest convents and monasteries, or fall to the ground all ready to pray without end, until the disappearance of something as scary as that. The real truth was the reaction of Carolina, who huddled in his bed, and knowing that the dayfound, was dead with terror. Unable to open my eyes, stuck her eyelashes, I could hear some minor steps in the corridor made their way to his room, until, after a shudder of fear that ran throughout the spine and made him open his eyes fully exorbitant, he saw the corrupted body of her friend Veronica, who, holding in his hands the scissors with red ribbon, and before I could even react Carolina, that his vengeance consummated, nailing the scissors in the heart of her friend and killing him irretrievably.
Even the cries of Carolina, before dying throes merged with those coming from "beyond", and it was not until the next day when the sisters of the order found the girl lying in bed with red ribbon scissors embedded in their hearts, and in their hands a Bible with red caps, inside which left them Carolina reported the murder of her friend for her role, because of his uncontrollable jealousy.
Even today it is said that the spirit of Veronica keeps wandering continuously without feeling completely sated his revenge, lurking constantly in search of victims ... "All those who dare to invoke, naming three times for three times, with scissors attached by a red ribbon, an open Bible in the center and at night, where they reflect their faces or their bodies, in a room covered as all light candles only for two simple ... ", you may receive a visit, and that would mean certain death ...
There have been many that have challenged since, and no few succumbed. Those whose soul is corrupted, and try to tempt her, God help you ...
Lady un Dark dress
One day we were with some friends on the terrace of the house of one of them, we looked at the people passing by (the terrace overlooking the street) and suddenly one of my friends saw a lady in all black and told us:
"Quick: Quick! Turn around and count to ten .... close your eyes. "
What happened?. I Said , when I finished having opened my eyes and saw the tail of a black dress, I was scared and thought I noted a bus that was passing by.
I asked my friend what happened and told me that when we see a woman all in black to turn around and count to ten and at the end we look towards the light, and that this woman could be the devil, while we went back to see as another woman and did the same again.
½ When we entered the house and saw the news on television: a bus killed two black women on the street.
Now do what I told them that if they do not ...
What is Fisting?
The "Silent Duck", also called "Duck-Billing", is the technique much often used in which the person engaging in hand insertion shapes the hand to resemble a duck's beak. Typically, fisting does not involve forcing the clenched fist into the vagina or rectum. Instead, all five fingers are kept straight and held as close together as possible (forming the beak-like "duck"), then slowly inserted into a well lubricated vagina or rectum.
Fistees who are more experienced may take two fists (double-fisting) in the vagina or rectum. In the case of double-fisting, pleasure is derived more from the stretching of the anus or vagina than from the thrusting (in-and-out) movement of hands.
For anal fisting a lubricant is typically used.
Do you have this fetiche?
One type is also called urolagnia undinismo, a paraphilia in which the person taking the passive role receives urine directly from the other person. This action can simply pour urine on the face or body of the person passive or include your drink by the latter (urofagia). Practice is considered extreme and is part of the collective agreement in BDSM. For some, it is also part of the call urophilia.
People with urolagnia also often like to urinate in public, urinate on, see how wet get others or by others.
lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2012
Watching this film JU-ON (japanese original version)
A teacher named Kobayashi returns home to his apartment one evening and talks to his pregnant wife Manami. They discuss a student of Kobayashi's named Toshio Saeki who hasn't been to school recently, and Kobayashi is getting concerned. He looks at his file, reading that his father, Takeo, is an illustrating artist, and his mother is Kayako Saeki, whom he remembers from his college days. Manami remembers her as being very strange. The next morning, Kobayashi visits Toshio's house and finds him around the side of the house with his arms through the bars of the bathroom window. He refuses to talk to Kobayashi. After Kobayashi asks where his mother is, Toshio falls back into the bath tub. Kobayashi enters the house and brings Toshio into the living room to talk to him. After a very brief conversation, Kobayashi hears a strange noise and looks out the window, not realising that Toshio is making a cat-like noise behind his back. There is then a close-up of the house showing Kobayashi looking out from the window as a ghostly woman emerges from the second-floor window.
Les larmes d’Eros RECOMMENDED BOOK
The sense of this book, "the author explains in the Preface, 'is, as a first step to open the consciousness of the identity of orgasm (or' little death ') and ultimately death. We can add to this definition an observation: we have here a book that makes the reader an active spectator liability because their perception expands the author's thought by doing eye sense. United, word and image shaping ghosts are revealed sexuality and the perennial concern of Man, from the earliest times to the unfathomable mysteries of sex, so deeply and darkly rooted in the consciousness of one's own death.
Theatres cancels latin America tour due to Venezuelan Goverment
as you know Theatres Des Vampires has been victims of a deportation last week in Caracas, where we were supposed to start our Latin American Tour.
The Venezuelan authorities refused us to enter Venezuela, and even to go ahead with the tour flying to Buenos Aires, deporting us back to Italy.
For this reason we had no choice than cancel the show in Caracas and suspend the shows in
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uenos Aires and San Paolo.
Our Management has been working all these days together with the Latin American Promoters in order to let us fly to Mexico tomorrow and save at least the shows in Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia but a new problem came up yesterday:
During the "issue" with the Venezuelan Border Police, Simon's passport has been damaged , once back to Italy he went to the Italian Passports Office to ask for a new one with "urgency matter" to have the new one on time for tomorrow (in order to leave again on tuesday) but during the procedure of the release of the new passport, we discovered that ALL the TDV passports has been marked by the Venezuelans as "INAD" (Inadmissable in Venezuela as not welcome in that country), the mark was not visible on the passport pages because it goes on the international database that is visibile only when the passport is scanned through the electronic chip.
The reason because they are considered "INAD" is not shown in the database, so once at the passports control of any country the Custom Police can't see the reason why they were not admitted in Venezuela and it can be for any kind of reason (terrorism, criminal or whatever) so the risk now is that we buy new flights to fly back to Latin America to play Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia and once there, because of this passports problem, the Mexican or Guatemaltese or Colombian Border Police could not accept us and deport us to Italy again because previously marked as INAD in Venezuela.
As you can understand this is a risk that we can't take.
Our manager has been at the Urgency Affairs Office of the Italian Minister of Foreign Affairs for the whole day trying to find the way to fix this unfortunately, even if they are very cooperative with us and they completely understand the situation (that we are not talking about terrorists or criminals) they need a lot of documents and paperwork that we are not able to provide in just one day, because this process will take a few weeks.
For this reason the only solution we have is to POSTPONE the whole Latin American tour in a few months.
This is mean that all the shows are suspended and will be rescheduled between February and March.
The new tour will start from Buenos Aires on February 23rd and will finish in Bogotà on March 3rd. The other rescheduled dates will be announced very soon.
All the tickets bought for the concerts in September will be valid for the rescheduled concerts in February/March or eventually refundable.
We want to thank our management (Swex Booking) and all the promoters involved in this tour (NWM Productions, Beauty in Darkness Productions, Hominis Nocturna Productions, Helado Productions, Vintage Music and Bogotà Gothic Fest) for their understanding and all their efforts to save these concerts and then we want to thank all our Latin American fans, you've been waiting for us for many years and we were very close to come back, we will just have to wait a few months then we really hope to see you all there!
In Blood We Lust
uenos Aires and San Paolo.
Our Management has been working all these days together with the Latin American Promoters in order to let us fly to Mexico tomorrow and save at least the shows in Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia but a new problem came up yesterday:
During the "issue" with the Venezuelan Border Police, Simon's passport has been damaged , once back to Italy he went to the Italian Passports Office to ask for a new one with "urgency matter" to have the new one on time for tomorrow (in order to leave again on tuesday) but during the procedure of the release of the new passport, we discovered that ALL the TDV passports has been marked by the Venezuelans as "INAD" (Inadmissable in Venezuela as not welcome in that country), the mark was not visible on the passport pages because it goes on the international database that is visibile only when the passport is scanned through the electronic chip.
The reason because they are considered "INAD" is not shown in the database, so once at the passports control of any country the Custom Police can't see the reason why they were not admitted in Venezuela and it can be for any kind of reason (terrorism, criminal or whatever) so the risk now is that we buy new flights to fly back to Latin America to play Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia and once there, because of this passports problem, the Mexican or Guatemaltese or Colombian Border Police could not accept us and deport us to Italy again because previously marked as INAD in Venezuela.
As you can understand this is a risk that we can't take.
Our manager has been at the Urgency Affairs Office of the Italian Minister of Foreign Affairs for the whole day trying to find the way to fix this unfortunately, even if they are very cooperative with us and they completely understand the situation (that we are not talking about terrorists or criminals) they need a lot of documents and paperwork that we are not able to provide in just one day, because this process will take a few weeks.
For this reason the only solution we have is to POSTPONE the whole Latin American tour in a few months.
This is mean that all the shows are suspended and will be rescheduled between February and March.
The new tour will start from Buenos Aires on February 23rd and will finish in Bogotà on March 3rd. The other rescheduled dates will be announced very soon.
All the tickets bought for the concerts in September will be valid for the rescheduled concerts in February/March or eventually refundable.
We want to thank our management (Swex Booking) and all the promoters involved in this tour (NWM Productions, Beauty in Darkness Productions, Hominis Nocturna Productions, Helado Productions, Vintage Music and Bogotà Gothic Fest) for their understanding and all their efforts to save these concerts and then we want to thank all our Latin American fans, you've been waiting for us for many years and we were very close to come back, we will just have to wait a few months then we really hope to see you all there!
In Blood We Lust
Theatres Des Vampires discrimined bt Venezuela goverment
Hell-o guys,
it's with a great regret and sorrow that we must announce that the first part of the Theatres Des Vampires Latin American Tour 2012 has been cancelled.
Yesterday afternoon we landed in Caracas, Venezuela, in order to play our first show of the Latin American Tour. While we were leaving the plane some Venezuelan Custom Police Officers stopped us and took us..
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to the Custom Police Office, without even letting us go to the passports control. They seemed to specifically looking for Theatres Des Vampires.
Once in the Custom Police Office they argued that our paperwork and permits to enter Venezuela were not correct and they refused us to enter the country.
We showed them our tickets to Buenos Aires asking them to let us get on the first available flight to Buenos Aires (that was supposed to leave a few hours later), our management was ready to change the reservation in order to let us leave Venezuela immediately, but the Officer said that the tickets we showed him were "false" without even checking them.
In a minute we were forced to follow the police agents .we asked them where we ere going but we never received any answer. At the boarding gate we were surrounded by 6 soldiers, they took us and we were escorted by them to the Alitalia plane that was ready to leave back to Rome, they took our passports and our baggage and equipment.
We landed in Rome this morning after 11 hours flight to Caracas, 1,5 hours in Caracas and 11 hours to fly back to Rome. We've got our passports back once we were back in Italy and we are still waiting for our baggage and equipment (that are still in Venezuela) hoping that it will be sent back.
Due to this issue, we are forced to cancel the next two shows of the tour (Buenos Aires and San Paolo) plus obviously the show in Caracas, because we can't fly back again to Latin America today. Our management is working together with the local promoters in order to re-schedule the shows in Argentina and Brazil and to save the other shows of the tour (Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia) that are still confirmed.
We will post some updates about the re-schedule of the shows in Argentina and Brazil and news about the other shows that IN THIS MOMENT ARE STILL CONFIRMED.
We are deeply sorry for this, unfortunately it was completely out of our control, we are sorry for the Venezuelan fans, unfortunately as long as there will be this kind of political situation in Venezuela we will not come back. As for the Argentinian and Brasilian fans we are more than sorry because is not because of their governement fault that we cannot come anymore.
Keep checking the Theatres Des Vampires Official Facebook page and Website in order to have updates about this.
Theatres Des Vampires ::: In blood we lust
to the Custom Police Office, without even letting us go to the passports control. They seemed to specifically looking for Theatres Des Vampires.
Once in the Custom Police Office they argued that our paperwork and permits to enter Venezuela were not correct and they refused us to enter the country.
We showed them our tickets to Buenos Aires asking them to let us get on the first available flight to Buenos Aires (that was supposed to leave a few hours later), our management was ready to change the reservation in order to let us leave Venezuela immediately, but the Officer said that the tickets we showed him were "false" without even checking them.
In a minute we were forced to follow the police agents .we asked them where we ere going but we never received any answer. At the boarding gate we were surrounded by 6 soldiers, they took us and we were escorted by them to the Alitalia plane that was ready to leave back to Rome, they took our passports and our baggage and equipment.
We landed in Rome this morning after 11 hours flight to Caracas, 1,5 hours in Caracas and 11 hours to fly back to Rome. We've got our passports back once we were back in Italy and we are still waiting for our baggage and equipment (that are still in Venezuela) hoping that it will be sent back.
Due to this issue, we are forced to cancel the next two shows of the tour (Buenos Aires and San Paolo) plus obviously the show in Caracas, because we can't fly back again to Latin America today. Our management is working together with the local promoters in order to re-schedule the shows in Argentina and Brazil and to save the other shows of the tour (Mexico, Guatemala and Colombia) that are still confirmed.
We will post some updates about the re-schedule of the shows in Argentina and Brazil and news about the other shows that IN THIS MOMENT ARE STILL CONFIRMED.
We are deeply sorry for this, unfortunately it was completely out of our control, we are sorry for the Venezuelan fans, unfortunately as long as there will be this kind of political situation in Venezuela we will not come back. As for the Argentinian and Brasilian fans we are more than sorry because is not because of their governement fault that we cannot come anymore.
Keep checking the Theatres Des Vampires Official Facebook page and Website in order to have updates about this.
Theatres Des Vampires ::: In blood we lust
viernes, 21 de septiembre de 2012
Ghost Village terror
The streets in the dark, are filled with strange noises: howling wolves, screams torn, litanies half aloud, sounds of chainsaws ... Escape is impossible and any attempt to take refuge in a barn, in a cellar, or under any house, is a dangerous adventure. The most thrilling scenes we all remember the great moments of horror or scary old stories come to life before our eyes.
Back outside, skinned head of a ram falls from nowhere, splattering blood around. The one with the chainsaw is visible. Not one, three. Toca escape, but the flight is short. The Holy Company, with its witches coven and the disturbing force zombies hold nerves to not catching the hysteria sensitive peers. By now the friendly neighbor or at the entrance took over the group and guides you through the scary people from scene to scene-trap or trap-seems someone trustworthy.
SCP-939
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-939-1, -3, -19, -53, -89, -96, -98, -99, and -109 are kept in Cell 1163-A or 1163-B, 10 m x 10 m x 3 m containment chambers within Armed Bio-Containment Area-14. Both cells are environmentally regulated and negatively pressurized, with walls constructed of reinforced concrete. Access to these cells is regulated by an outer decontamination chamber and inner gas-tight steel security doors. Observation windows are constructed of laminated ballistics glass 10 cm in thickness protected by a 100kV electrified mesh. Humidity is maintained at 100% at a temperature of 16° C. Specimens are monitored at all times via infrared cameras. Level Four authorization is required to access SCP-939, their containment areas, or the observation chambers.
SCP-939-101 is dismembered and stored in Cryogenic Preservation Tanks 939-101A to 939-101M within Bio-Research Area-12. Access to SCP-939-101 requires authorization by two Clearance Level 3 personnel, one of which must be present for all research and testing. The contents of only one (1) 939-101 tank may be accessed at any given time. Core temperature of SCP-939-101 tissues must be monitored while removed from cryogenic preservation; should core temperature exceed 10° C, tissues are to be returned to their corresponding tank and all testing suspended for a period of seventy-two (72) hours. Barring core temperature exceeding 10° C, research of SCP-939-101 tissues may continue as long as its ramblings and pleas for release may be tolerated.
Containment cells should be cleaned biweekly. While this takes place, SCP-939 specimens will be transferred to the adjacent cell. During this time, the cell's door and observation window must be inspected for damage and repaired or replaced accordingly.
Heavy sedation of all SCP-939 is required before any interaction, including transfer between cells and experimentation, may take place. See Document #939-TE4 for transfer and experimentation protocol.
Level C Hazmat gear is to be worn by personnel during interactions with SCP-939 specimens and in any areas which SCP-939 have been known to inhabit. Afterward, standard decontamination procedures are to be observed by all personnel involved to ensure no secondary spread of amnesiac agents occurs.
Following Incident ABCA14-939-3, all non Class D personnel interacting with SCP-939 for any length of time are required to wear two (2) water-proof electronic pulse monitors for the duration of such interaction. These pulse monitors will transmit to a wireless monitoring system independent of a facility's main power grid, with at least one backup power system on standby. Should both an individual's pulse monitors flat-line or otherwise malfunction, the wearer will be presumed dead, personnel instructed to disregard all the wearer's subsequent vocalizations, and a breach of containment declared automatically. Security personnel responding to such a breach are likewise required to wear these pulse monitors.
Additionally, all live SCP-939 must be implanted with subdermal tracking devices upon capture.
Description: SCP-939 are endothermic, pack-based predators which display atrophy of various systems similar to troglobitic organisms. The skins of SCP-939 are highly permeable to moisture and translucent red, owing to a compound chemically similar to hemoglobin. SCP-939 average 2.2 meters tall standing upright and weigh an average of 250 kg, though weight is highly variable. Each of their four limbs end in three-fingered claws with a fourth, opposable digit, and are covered in setae which considerably augment climbing ability. Their heads are elongated, devoid of even vestigial eyes or eye sockets, and contain no brain casing. The jaws of SCP-939 are lined with red, faintly luminescent fang-like teeth, similar to those belonging to specimens of the genus Chauliodus, up to 6 cm in length, and encircled by heat-sensitive pit organs. Eye spots, sensitive to light and dark, run the length of their spined dorsal ridges. These spines may be up to 16 cm long and are believed to be sensitive to changes in air pressure and flow.
SCP-939 do not possess many vital organ systems; central and peripheral nervous systems, circulatory system, and digestive tract are all absent. SCP-939's respiratory system is atrophied and serves no apparent purpose beyond spreading AMN-C227 (see below). SCP-939 have no apparent physiological need to feed, nor any way to digest consumed tissue. Ingested material typically accumulates in the respiratory system of SCP-939 and is regurgitated once the amount is sufficient to markedly inhibit its function. Despite the absence of many vital organ systems, SCP-939 are capable of bearing live young. See Addendum 10-16-1991.
SCP-939's primary method of luring prey is the imitation of human speech in the voices of prior victims, though imitation of other species and active nocturnal hunts have been documented. SCP-939 vocalizations often imply significant distress; whether SCP-939 understand their vocalizations or are repeating previously heard phrases is the subject of ongoing study. How SCP-939 acquire voices is not currently understood; specimens have been documented imitating victims despite never hearing the victim speak. Analysis of SCP-939 vocalizations cannot distinguish between SCP-939 and samples of known victims' voices. The use of biometric voice-recognition security or identification systems at any installation housing SCP-939 is strongly discouraged for this reason. Prey is usually killed with a single bite to the cranium or neck; bite forces have been measured in excess of 35 MPa.
SCP-939 exhale minute traces of an aerosolized Class C amnesiac, designate AMN-C227. AMN-C227 causes temporary anterograde amnesia, inhibiting memory formation for the duration of exposure, plus an average of thirty (30) minutes. It is colorless, odorless, and tasteless with an estimated ECt50 for inhalation of 0.0015mg•min/m3. In well-ventilated or open air environments, risk of exposure to ECt50 is greatly reduced but not negligible. AMN-C227 is typically undetectable in the bloodstream sixty (60) minutes following cessation of exposure. Reported sensations of disorientation and mild hallucinations immediately following removal from environments saturated with the agent are similar to recreational use of numerous psychoactive substances and easily mistaken as such.
Note 03-23-2005: This report pertains to morphology alpha. For information regarding morphology beta, see [REDACTED] Experiment Log 914, AMTF Nu-7 After Action Report ██-██-████, [REDACTED]
Addendum 11-14-1981: A log of radio traffic between capture teams during initial contact with SCP-939
Addendum 04-11-1982: Due to SCP-939's intense aversion to bright light, it has been deemed a minimal risk of escape. Standard fluorescent hallway lighting is sufficient to deter SCP-939-1 from leaving its darkened cell. See Addendum 09-20-1991.
Addendum 06-29-1987: Preliminary research into AMN-C227 suggests potential for use as a general-purpose amnesiac. Methods of mass-producing the agent, as well as possible adverse effects, are being investigated at Bio-Containment and Research Site-06.
Addendum 10-03-1990: AMN-C227 has been approved for use as a Class C amnesiac. Projected annual production at Bio-Research Area-12 by SCP-939 respiratory tissue cultures is expected to surpass three (3) liters.
Addendum 09-20-1991: Containment of nine (9) SCP-939 specimens has been compromised following a "Silent Night" breach scenario at Bio-Containment and Research Site-06. Nearby civilian settlements have been evacuated on the pretense of a coming storm. Recovery teams have been deployed to the area.
Addendum 10-16-1991: [REDACTED] In light of this, all interaction with SCP-939 from September 8th to October 7th in the Northern Hemisphere or March 6th to April 4th in the Southern Hemisphere is strictly forbidden. [REDACTED] No male specimens of SCP-939 have yet been identified [REDACTED] contain a Class B amnesiac [REDACTED]
See Reproduction of SCP-939.
Addendum 02-20-1992: Effective immediately, use of AMN-C227 as an amnesiac is suspended indefinitely. Consult Incident Report AMN-C227-939 for further information.
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Our Goals
- Observe preternatural phenomena and develop new theories of science based on their observable behavior.
- Contain potentially dangerous phenomena.
- Develop safety procedures for dealing with all future phenomena.
- Observe, detain, and destroy any one or any thing preventing us from accomplishing the above-stated goals.
One of the most essential functions of the Foundation is to compile and consolidate information about artifacts in our possession, or observed outside of our scope of influence.
Special Containment Procedures are required for each and every observed phenomenon. It is amongst your top priorities to assist the higher-level officers in the research required for the composition of these reports. These reports are the foundation of the Foundation.
Also, it is imperative that these documents never leak to the public. If they are verified and traced back to the source by a party not privy to this information, it could spell disaster for the Foundation and all SCP artifacts currently under our control.
Special Containment Procedures
Commonly known as 'SCPs,' these articles are overview reports of individual 'Items' in containment by SCP personnel and facilities. They quickly summarize threats and describe Items with only necessary details (as time might be short on hand in the event of a containment breach or other event).
Items can be an object, place, person, animal or even an occurance. They are given an Item# as SCP-XXX and categorized. SCPs are grouped as being 'Safe,' 'Euclid,' or 'Keter' which are classifications that explain expected threat levels.
Anyone may draw up an SCP protocol on any Item and add it to 'The List,' but every author is subject to review by his or her peers, and must adhere to the high standards and clinical approach mandated by his fellows.
Clandestine and worldwide, The SCP Foundation operates beyond jurisdiction, empowered and entrusted by every major world government with the task of containing 'items which jeopardize normalcy.'
Many of these 'items' pose both a physical danger to people and a psychological mistrust in worldly affairs, their personal beliefs, and an interruption to daily life.
- exempli gratia - the average individual might be quite troubled by the existence of SCP-126, believing there could be many like her present at any time.
- exempli gratia - daunted by the fact that mankind is threatened by SCP-008 or SCP-058
- exempli gratia - the likelihood that many people would submit to or even worship subjects such as SCP-076 or SCP-882
The Ritual
In addition to the obligatory ghost stories of the suicides and murder victims still haunting the grounds, there was a story of an evil creature that liked to torture its victims by scaring them for days on end before killing them. The thing is, you have to call this monster, invite it to hunt you. The monster is called Achildes and it feeds on the terror.
Yeah, that’s brilliant, call up an otherworldly horror to come and torture you.
But there were tons of people who did this and they didn’t die. It was some sort of rite of passage. Frats and Sororities had it as part of their initiation ritual. They would take the new kids out to the old run down building on campus. It may have been old and run down, but it still was usable, there just weren’t any classes being held in it. That wasn’t common knowledge, though. The members would send the pledges in and have them call up Achildes. They would do the ritual in the men’s bathroom and then someone in a mask would jump out and scare the bejesus out of them. Most of the time the kids would run screaming out of the building, sometimes they would go deeper into the building and get lost. Which meant that all the lights would have to be turned on and a search would go on until they were found.
What a great way to get people into your frat, give them heart attacks and/or mental issues.
Then my friend Tiffany told me and my girlfriend, Alexia, that she had found the actual ritual and where it was supposed to be done. I didn’t really want anything to do with it, and neither did Alexia. We told Tiff not to do it, that it’s not a good idea to mess with things that aren’t of this world. Of course, she didn’t listen. I remember when it happened, it was at the end of November…
It was a dark and stormy night…
I was lounging on the couch in the apartment that Alexia and I shared just off campus, playing Mass Effect for the twenty-eighth time. Alexia was sitting at her desk nearby, playing some Facebook games on her laptop.
“Remember that ritual Tiffany told us about?” Alexia asked me,
“Vaguely,” was my muttered reply.
“She has a status saying that her, Mark, Tonya, Steve, and Jeff are going to perform it tonight. That was about 3 hours ago.”
“What time is it now?”
“9:27″
“Wonder if they’re still alive.” I wasn’t taking it seriously.
“Probably not.” She said in a similar tone to mine.
A while later the phone rang. It was right next to me, but I was shooting people, so obviously I couldn’t answer it. I quickly checked the caller id. “It’s Tiff,” I said as I tossed it to Alexia and went back to shooting people, but with the volume down a bit more. I didn’t really pay any attention to the call, I was too busy trying to snipe some mercs, and Alexia had gone into another room. Not sure how long the call lasted but it was long enough for me to get out of that area in the game.
“Find a save point,” Alexia called out to me, “We’ve got to go get ‘em.”
I saved since I could save anywhere I was as long as it wasn’t during combat. “Why?” I asked, shutting down the system and turning off the TV.
“They did the ritual and are scared out of their minds.” She replied as she put her coat on and grabbed her purse.
“Okay, so where are they?” I grabbed my coat and keys.
“The old mental hospital.”
“Why am I not surprised?” We went out to the car and started towards the old mental hospital that was just outside of the warehouse district of the city. Alexia reminded me what Tiffany had told us about the ritual.
The location for the ritual has to be a place where great fear has been felt – the mental hospital was perfect for that – and at night with no lights on. You have to have 27 black candles and, after arranging them in a specific pattern, light them. Then everyone who is participating in the ritual has to stand in the middle of the symbol that the candles form and start chanting a challenge to the demon. And you have to use its actual name, not Achildes, which is the bastardized version of it. It takes 27 times of saying the chant for it to work. If it works, then the candles are supposed to go out and then you have to run for your life because the creature/demon/entity/thing is now hunting everyone who took part in the ritual. Supposedly this thing feeds off of the fear that is generated by its hunt and it will try to terrorize you for days before finally killing and eating you, not necessarily in that order either.
From what Tiff told my girlfriend, it succeeded.
I didn’t believe that some creature had been summoned from the ether to wreak terror on these dunderheaded college students; I figured that someone was playing a prank on them. I mean, they posted it on Facebook, for crying out loud!
It didn’t take long to get there, only about 15 minutes and that was due to hitting every – single – stoplight on the way. It was still raining hard when I parked in the old asylum’s lot. No lights were on in the parking lot and the big building was completely dark. Only the street lights and the occasional flashes of lightning were the source of illumination. We got out into the cold rain, using the small umbrellas we kept in the car as protection against the weather. I pulled our flashlights out of the back of the car. A 3 D Cell LED Mag-Lite for Alexia and a big 6 D Cell Mag-Lite (called Bessie) with the ultra-bright Xenon bulb for me. With our flashlights in hand we headed to the building.
The front entrance wasn’t locked so we stepped inside to the lobby. Alexia tried called Tiffany but the reception was horrible. The only thing that she could make out was “It’s coming for me.”
After hanging up, Alexia looked at me and asked, “Time to search, shall we split up?”
“Sure,” was my reply, “That way it can eat us easier.”
“Good,” She said. We both looked around, “I feel like I’m walking into a horror story. Shall we skip to the end and just go down to the basement and-”
A scream from upstairs cut her off. We both headed up the stairs that were in the main lobby of the asylum. There was another scream, one filled with even more terror than the first one. It sounded like it was on the third floor, so we ran that direction. It took a moment on the third floor landing for us to catch our breaths. Neither one of us was in good enough shape to really run, much less run up 3 flights of stairs. As my girlfriend and I were wheezing on the landing, my light hit something big and odd looking, but it vanished just as quickly as I saw it.
Tiffany was on the floor against the wall right next to where I saw whatever it was. Alexia went over to her as quickly as she could. Tiff grabbed Alexia and sobbed against her. I continued looking around; keeping an eye out for whatever it was that had run off. Finally after a few moments, Tiffany regained some composure.
“What was that thing?” I asked,
“It was Arke…” Tiffany started to say but was cut off by Alexia.
“Don’t say its name!” She said to Tiff.
Tiffany nodded and continued, “It was the creature that is summoned by the ritual.” She managed to finally stammer out. I looked at Alexia and she had a very concerned expression.
She looked up spoke in the tone she uses that I know better than to argue with, “We need to leave, now!”
“Got to find the others.” I stated. “No way we can leave ‘em here.” We both helped Tiffany to her feet, “Alright, we stick together and search for the others.”
We began searching, Alexia staying right next to Tiff. The beast already knew we were there so there was no need to remain quiet. We moved through the halls of the 3rd Floor calling for our friends.
We heard the sound of someone running from down the hall; I shined my light and hit Steve right in the eyes with the bright beam. His face had no color and his shirt was covered in blood. I caught him as he reached us and practically collapsed.
“It got Mark,” He stammered out between breaths. “Ripped him in half.” Steve grabbed me and started screaming, “WE’VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!”
“We’ve got to find Tonya and Jeff.” I told him, “Calm down, we’ll get them and then get out of here.” I tried speaking to him in a calming tone.
“They’re probably dead already!” Steve said, “Let’s just go!”
“We’ll be fine if we stick to-” Alexia started saying but was interrupted by a blood curling scream that came from below us. “That’s Tonya!”
I was already starting to run towards the stairs when Steve grabbed me, “NO, IT’LL KILL YOU!”
“We have to get Tonya!”
“SHE’S AS GOOD AS DEAD!” Steve shrieked in my face. Then we heard Tonya scream again. I grabbed Steve’s arm and started dragging him along with me as I began the decent down the stairs.
“If we stick together we’ll be fine!” I told him. Steve tried to fight against me, but I’ve got quite a bit more muscle than he does, so I was able to drag him down the stairs. I let him go when Tonya came into my light. She was still screaming and was trying to get up from the floor, which was covered in blood, as was she. She managed to get to her feet when I saw her, but a leg came out of the darkness and slammed into her legs causing her to fall back to the floor. I noticed that the leg wasn’t attached to anything. I managed to run over to Tonya and shine my light down the hall where I saw it.
It stood over 7 feet tall and its skin was dark and shiny. The thing’s mouth was large and vile looking. Its eyes held a terrible presence, burning terror into my very being. In one of its grotesque hands was Mark’s body, what was left of it, and its other hand pulled the last limb, an arm, and threw it at us. I ducked under the arm and grabbed Tonya, hauling her to her feet.
“RUN!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, shoving Tonya toward the stairs. I heard the thing laugh as we ran down the stairs to the first floor. The exit, we just needed to get out of the building.
I was the last in line as we hit the first floor. Steve was first to the door and tried to open it, it wouldn’t move. Alexia shined her light on it revealing a glob of black goo stuck to the doors, preventing them from being opened.
We heard the laughter of the creature. It was on the stairs, coming for us. Steve took off down one of the hallways that went off of lobby and the rest of us followed. I looked back behind me and shined my light; the creature was following us, scuttling on the walls.
That was not what I wanted to see.
I turned back to make sure I didn’t get separated from everyone else, but I knew that this thing was going to catch us soon if we didn’t manage to get outside. Steve ducked down yet another hallway, continuing to run at a breakneck speed with Tiff, Tonya, and Alexia right behind him, and I was at an ever increasing distance behind them. I heard Steve hit something before I rounded the corner, a door leading outside!
“It’s locked!” Steve wailed, franticly trying to get the door open. “I can’t get it open!” The girls caught up to him and started trying to help get the thing open. The door had a window in it, one with the metal netting in it to keep people from breaking in, or out. Somehow we had made a few turns and I could see into the parking lot, our cars were just a little ways away. Salvation was just one door away.
I skidded to a halt as I reached them and looked back behind us; the monster was nowhere to be seen. “I don’t see the thing.” I called out.
“Maybe we lost it?” Tiff sounded hopeful, almost pleading.
“No, it knows where we are.” Alexia replied. I took up a position to be able to keep a look out as they worked on getting the door open.
The door was at the end of a short hallway, with rooms to both sides and the crossing hallway a little ways away, so I knew that it only had one way to come to get us. I stood, shaking with fear, watching for this thing to come for us.
Mark’s head rolled into the intersection and stopped, his lifeless eyes looking at me, his face frozen in an expression of sheer terror.
I screamed.
So did everyone else.
I heard Tonya and Tiff start sobbing, Alexia was whispering something, and Steve just started pounding on the door.
As I started at Mark’s head the bulb on my flashlight popped, plunging the intersection into darkness. Looking back I saw that Tiff and Tonya had dropped to the floor and were holding each other, crying uncontrollably. Steve had stopped pounding on the door and also went to the ground, curling up in a ball. Alexia was staring at me with wide eyes, her flashlight still on.
“LOOK OUT!” she yelled.
My gaze returned to the intersection and no more than 8 feet away from me was the creature, illuminated by Alexia’s flashlight. It was unlike anything I had seen before. Seeing it from a distance had spared me the full view of this thing’s horrific features, but this time I saw the whole thing in detail. The creature’s shiny black skin was stretched taunt over its skull and its mouth was full of vicious looking teeth. I could smell its breath, the scent of death. Its arms were misshapen, unnaturally long, and too thin for its size, with large claws at their ends.
But its eyes were the worst, vile dark pools of malevolence. I stared at them and saw what this monster was going to do to us; I could see the horrors it was going to inflict dancing in them.
I screamed in terror and it screamed in joyous laughter. It stepped towards me, its tongue sliding over its thin lips, dripping sickly green bile. Sheer horror shot through my entire body and my mind no longer worked. I was so filled with terror that I could no longer think and this creature knew it, its evil grin broadened.
Then its head violently snapped back.
The creature brought its face back down level with mine and I could see that it was angry. I shrieked again as sheer horror filled me. This time the beast was struck down as my nonworking flashlight slammed into its forehead. It reeled backwards from the blow and came at me, trying to rake me with one of its large claws, and it fixed me with its terrifying gaze again. Terror flooded me again, causing my mind to step out of the way one more time and let my body take over. Ducking under the misshapen limb, I smashed its wrist with Bessie, and grabbed the creature with my free hand. Kicking thing’s leg out from underneath it, I took the monster to the ground.
That was when the terror turned into rage.
This time when its eyes met mine, I saw fear and confusion in them. I’m sure it saw the rage in mine. I brought Bessie down onto the beast’s shoulder and Alexia smashed the thing’s knee. Repeatedly, we pummeled the thing, using our flashlights as clubs, until I brought Bessie down onto its skull one final time, cracking it open like an egg.
I don’t know how long we stood there, but when I finally regained my senses the police were there. All of us were questioned and I know they didn’t believe our story. A group of Federal agents arrived and took over the investigation. They convinced the police that it was an emaciated gorilla that we had killed and I wasn’t going to argue. Heck, Steve, Tiffany, and Tonya actually believed the story after a bit. Only Alexia and I remembered what happened. They found Jeff; he had been strapped down in one of the electroshock therapy rooms. Guess the thing was going to save him as a snack for later.
Alexia and I were given the option of assisting this Federal agency. I can’t go into the details, but we said yes.
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