Freaky Stuff on the Internet

Revised: December 27, 2006

Right no I can’t sleep and yes it is 2am! I’m missing Camilla quite a bit but I am sure she is asleep now so even if I could get in touch I couldn’t call or it would wake her up. I have been passing the time with tmbo and a website new to me called 4chan (it really, really isn’t work or family friendly). I like tmbo because I can turn the nsfw filter on and feel relatively safe in the knowledge that I can browse the archive with out risk of anything not safe for work popping up while little kids are in the room - it is Christmas and we do have visitors.

4chan is a website I just found out about today, it’s somewhat interesting and I say that with a pinch of salt. I like the community sense of tmbo but 4chan seems to just have anominimity plastered all over it so you don’t know who is posting what, that and the extreme nature of some of its content :| Still I am exceedingly bored and have nothing better to do seeing as I can’t sleep.

I found an interesting post, posted in the well known /b/ “Random” section (search /b/ in Wikipedia and you shall understand what I mean). It sort of freaked me out and so I shall repost it here for prosperity.

In almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure that no one ever looks at. It’s the corner in the basement that has been blocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the attic between the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk you never use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees the light of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does not merely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges of its prison.
No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditions it must meet. But it is a far more common occurrence than you might think.
In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often report feeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if there is anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and they leave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, the feeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.
What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It is impossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed to reveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanity through nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to do when encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, rip away the area’s covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold on what you’ve pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not get up, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears.

You might be one of the lucky ones.

 

 

And with that I bid you good night.

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