Disturbing Pro-Gun Campaign

Posted in Horror, Non-Fiction, Urban Legends, Weird News with tags , , , , , , on October 27, 2009 by smilingjacks

A hotly debated 911 call has been circulating around Youtube and other places on the Internet for at least two years now. The audio recording–apparently featuring the violent death of an elderly woman named Ruth Price as she sits on the phone with a 911 operator–has been debated on snopes, Yahoo, and several urban legends sites. It’s not certain whether the call was staged for instructional or educational purposes of if it is indeed the now public domain death of a human being. If the latter is true, then it’s a tragedy. I’m including a link to the file here, but I warn you it is disturbing:

In addition to the disgust and controversy sparked from the Ruth Price 911 call, there has also emerged a “What would Ruth have done?” pro-gun campaign. Basically, websites such as keepandbeararms.com are arguing that, if Ruth had only owned a gun, then things would have turned out differently. The merit of their argument is up for debate, but the real horror here is that a person’s terrifying last moments are being transformed into an infomerical.

When apparently normal people do things like this, who needs to be afraid of the supernatural?


One of the Most Ridiculous EVPs on the Internet

Posted in Entertainment, General with tags , , , on October 26, 2009 by smilingjacks

I came across this very strange EVP (electronic voice phenomena) video posted by the Youtube user WickedDeathX. I can’t make any educated claim regarding its authenticity because I don’t know the circumstance under which it was recorded (though I must make the observation that this was posted under the “Entertainment” category). However, whether or not it’s legitimate is irrelevant, because this is one of the most ridiculous EVPs I’ve ever encountered. It’s funny and scary at the same time. You can see for yourself here:

The EVP itself is hilarious. Why would a demon say that it had the body of a pig, and why would it make that humorous oinking sound? Is this a demon with low self esteem or just an unholy comedian?

The image at the end–while scary (and a little blurry and probably no more authentic than images of faces in the smoke of burning buildings)–might hold the explanation. If both the image and the EVP are real, and if that picture does indeed depict the entity featured in the audio, then that demon seems to indeed have the body of a pig. Fascinating stuff.

The Flying Dutchman

Posted in Fiction, Horror, Non-Fiction, Urban Legends with tags , , , , , , , on October 26, 2009 by smilingjacks

In 1641, a captain and his crew set sail on the their ship–The Flying Dutchman–on a voyage of exploration. Whatever their actual destination was, it’s now lost to history, but it’s well known and documented that they met their end in the ironically named Cape of Good Hope off of South Africa.

It was due largely to the error of the captain that they met their fate. While out on the sea, he failed to notice the dark clouds looming overhead, until he heard the screams of his lookout. By that point, they had already sailed straight into a terrible storm.

Hours went by as the captain and crew fought for their lives. If they could just make it out of the cape, they could escape the storm and make it back to shore.

Soon, they heard a crunch as their ship slammed into the rocks and then a terrible roar as their ship bowed from the pressure of rushing water. Just as the ship was sinking, the captain shouted one final declaration: “I will round this cape if I have to sail ’til the end of time!”

That statement of hubris also served as his eternal curse.

The Flying Dutchman was destroyed. For at time, it was also forgotten.

Then, in 1881, the Bacchante, a ship of the Royal Navy, was rounding the tip of South Africa when the lookout noticed something strange out in the distance. He recorded his sighting in his diary: “A strange red light as of a phantom ship all aglow, in the midst of which light the mast, spars and sails of a brig 200 yards distant stood out in strong relief.”

It’s too bad for that lookout that he spotted The Flying Dutchman. In their eternal voyage around the cape, the ghostly crew is jealous of living, and those who see them always suffer a terrible end. The lookout was no exception. Later on in the voyage, he lost his balance on the mast and fell to his death.

To this day, people still see the doomed ship, and each of them have died shortly after.

Whenever there’s a storm near the Cape of Good Hope, be sure and look out onto the sea, and you may catch the site of The Flying Dutchman, with its red glow and ghostly stillness, as the ship of the damned still tries to round the cape. Be careful while observing this remarkable sight, however, or you may end up joining the captain and crew in their endless voyage until the end of time.

POTC dutchman

One of the Creepiest Robotics Experiments Ever

Posted in General, Non-Fiction with tags , , on October 25, 2009 by smilingjacks

A robot operated by the brain of a living thing…sounds like science fiction, right? In Surrey, England, they’ve actually done just that. What looks like a some kind of toy car is actually the first robot capable of learning (a skill that always plays out well in fiction). Using bluetooth technology, the sensors and motor functions of the robot are controlled by the neurons of a living rat’s brain, which is contained in a jar.

What these roboticists have created is a cyborg. It’s controlled entirely by the living tissue of the (former) rat, is capable of learning, and each particular cyborg has its own unique personality. See for yourself at this video courtesy of Diagnal View UK:

Curious little thing, isn’t it? Did you see how scurried around checking things out? Just like a real rat.

Of course, I don’t have to tell you the possibilities presented by future advances with this technology. I wonder how much bigger the human model is going to be…

A Different Take

Posted in Entertainment, General, Movies, Non-Fiction with tags , , , , , on October 24, 2009 by smilingjacks

I was wondering–on a basic level–what makes horror (be it movies, stories, or anything else) scary? Is it about the content or the way it’s presented? I happen to think that the presentation is more important. Here to support my claim, I have a very special clip. It’s a re-edited trailer for Mary Poppins called “Scary Mary,” which was made by Chris Rule and Nick Eckert. Once you see this, you may never look at this movie the same way again.

Same story as the original, just with a different take on the presentation, and this is what we get. I wonder, what other benign things could become chilling, given the proper modifications?

There’s Something in the Sea

Posted in General, Non-Fiction, Urban Legends with tags , , , , , on October 23, 2009 by smilingjacks

Stories of sea monsters and unknown perils in the ocean have been the stuff of legend since at least as far back as the bronze age. Many of us are familiar with old nautical myths of krakens overturning ships or contemporary fiction concerning Cthulu and other great beasts hidden in the vastness of the deeps.

But those are just stories. Nothing so monstrous could really be dwelling in even the darkest waters, right? What few realize is that there is something in the sea, and it’s big.

The phenomenal, unidentified noise known only as “Bloop” was first discovered in 1997 by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Since it first showed up in deep sea detectors located in the Pacific Ocean (being loud enough to be detected by multiple sensors spanning a 5,000 km radius), it has stumped experts and been the source of great controversy.

Scientists generally agree that the source of the Bloop is a living creature. However, no known creature is large enough to cause such a sound. Some even say that whatever is behind Bloop must be several times larger than a Blue Whale, which is currently the largest known creature on Earth and is capable of growing to over 30 meters in length and weighing nearly 200 tons. A creature several times that size would be bigger than even the largest known prehistoric life, making Bloop possibly the largest creature ever to have existed.

(Sources: http://animals.howstuffworks.com/mammals/question687.htm and http://archives.cnn.com/2002/TECH/science/06/13/bloop/)

Though little is known about whatever enormous monstrosity is behind Bloop, what we do know is that it’s huge and it’s not shy. There’s something in the sea. It’s been there all along, and it’s calling out to us now.

Is Bloop one of a kind? What deep sea titans lurk in the darkest depths of the ocean, far out of notice of humans? In our narrow view of life, in our fixation with land (which accounts for only about 30 percent of the Earth’s surface), has it ever occurred to us that we may be further than we could ever imagine from being the dominant species  on this planet?

There’s something in the sea. Let us all pray to whatever gods or forces of the universe we place our faith in that it stays there. And if you decide to take a swim in the ocean, keep in mind that you may not realize what dark, terrible things lurk deep beneath the surface of the water.

Don’t Let the Cold Man In

Posted in Fiction, Horror with tags , , , on October 22, 2009 by smilingjacks

I had a dream last night. It was the kind that seems real right up to the point where you wake up.

Some things were strange about it…certain things were really strange about it, but it never occurred to me that it might not actually be happening. I’m still not prepared to say that it didn’t happen. I’m not spiritual and I don’t really understand stuff like that. I just feel like I’ve been somewhere and now I’m back, and I know something really happened when I woke up…and I think while I was asleep too.

I went to bed last night with a strange feeling. We all remember times when we felt like we were being watched, but this was more than that. I felt like there was someone there with me, but still I couldn’t keep from falling asleep.

I don’t exactly remember the beginning of the dream. The first thing I remember was starting at my house and walking. I was just walking down the road. All of my neighbors’ houses were gone. I was just on a long, empty road and there was no one around but me. I don’t remember what I had been doing at my house before, but I may have been there a while before I started walking. I just recall feeling a strong urge to walk.

I felt okay walking down that road. It was cold and dark and I felt a little lost, but I wasn’t afraid–not like I had been in my room.

I don’t know how long I was on that road. It felt like a long time. I mean like days long, but I never felt tired and I just wanted to keep walking.

The road changed after a while. It had been straight and nondescript the whole time, but eventually I reached a bend and then a fork in the road. When I reached the fork, I wasn’t alone anymore. A familiar voice called out to me from the side of the road.

“It’s good to see you,” the voice whispered. “I’m just sorry to see you here.”

I turned to face the voice, knowing who I would see. It was an old friend from my childhood–someone I haven’t seen in years. He looked just a little different from how I remembered him, but not by much. He was older than when I saw him last, obviously, but he seemed at least a few years younger than me somehow–even though we’re supposed to be the same age. He was also very pale. Unbelievably white, in fact, and he had deep circles around his eyes that were solid blue, as were his lips.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I’m here to warn you,” he replied.

Naturally, I was all ears.

“There’s a man in your house right now,” he explained.

“What do you mean there’s someone in my house? I was just there…I think.”

I didn’t actually know how long ago I had been there. I wasn’t sure how long I had been walking.

“You don’t understand,” my friend stammered with apparent urgency. “He’s really in your house right now.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was curious.

“Who is he?” I asked him.

“He’s the Cold Man. He comes to people at night when they’re afraid.”

The Cold Man? I’d never heard of anyone like that before. I wanted to know more, so I asked, “What does he do?”

“He waits to be noticed, then he makes his move. You know that chill you feel on your back when something really scares you? That’s not just nerves. That’s him standing behind you.”

“What for?” I wondered. “What does he do once you notice him?”

My friend looked down and away. He wouldn’t answer that question.

“Just don’t let him in,” he cautioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Can be close forever. He’ll walk around your house at night. He can know where you are.
You can even be looking right at you, but he won’t find you unless you make him.”

“He can be close forever,” my friend explained. “He’ll walk around your house at night and even stand in your room while you’re asleep…like he is in yours right now. He can know where you are. He can even be looking right at you, but he won’t find you unless you let him.”

“How does he find you? I mean, how do you ‘let him?'”

My friend looked to either side of the road like he was worried that someone might overhear. He leaned in very close and whispered, “If you see him, if you hear him, or if you ever start to feel suddenly very cold…don’t move. Don’t talk to him. Don’t acknowledge him. Don’t ever let him in”

“I don’t understand,” I admitted. “How do I get rid of him?”

“You can’t,” my friend replied in a small, shuttering voice. “Look, I’m out of time.”

“‘Out of time?'” I repeated, not sure what he meant exactly.

My friend shook his head. His eyes were wide and he was shivering. Off in the distance I noticed a dark figure creeping up behind him, but something kept me from speaking.

“My time is up,” he stammered. “Just whatever you do, don’t let him in, and whatever you do…don’t answer it.”

Something pulled my friend into the darkness and suddenly I couldn’t see him anymore. Before I could follow after him though, I was startled awake by a loud noise. I was sitting in my room, fully dressed with my shoes on. I could swear I wasn’t dressed when I went to bed. My shoes and legs were covered in dust, my feet were sore, and I could hear a ringing noise right next to me. In the confusion of waking up from such a vivid dream, I didn’t immediately recognize it. I felt so cold.

Then, I looked down and saw my phone. That was the source of the ringing. Remembering my friend’s words, I didn’t answer it. Eventually, it stopped ringing.

The room was cold as ice. The feeling that I was being watched was as strong as it had been when I had fallen asleep. I could hear something moving inside my closet, but I dared not move. I just closed my eyes and waited. Eventually, I heard footsteps walking away, still from inside the closet. It was as if they were walking down some unseen hallway, though my closet is small and I couldn’t see anything unusual in there.

When the footsteps got far enough away, the cold lifted.

He didn’t get in this time. If my dream was true–if the thing in my closet was who I think it was–I must never let him in. I think he’ll be back tonight though. That’s when he’s supposed to come, as my friend told me.

I don’t know what happened to my friend, but I just hope people will remember his warning. If you start to feel cold while reading this, don’t be alarmed. If you hear something in your house, just ignore it. You can’t afford to let him find you. Don’t let the Cold Man in.