Ghost Stories

[Kier]

hi all. since it's getting close to halloween, i decided that for my 1k post i'd write down a potentially spooky story that i've been meaning to put down for years. it's the closest i've got to a real ghost story. enjoy!

THE GHOST OF FRITZ

As some of you may know, in 2007 I spent a few months living on a farm in South Africa. I shared space with the owner and his girlfriend; a handful of other volunteers; and Mac, a portly, jolly, spectacled man who was in charge of volunteer relations. This story begins with Mac really, sometime in late September.

I and the other volunteers were lounging around on the farm's makeshift porch after work when it happened. Mac came out of the house and asked us if we've met Fritz yet. No one really knew what he was talking about. Mac told us the story of the farm's previous owner: a farmer who, for whatever reason, made some enemies in the shantytown across the valley. Long story short, the farmer was murdered -- burned alive after his farm was set on fire. The farmer's name was Fritz, and, according to Mac, the ghost of Fritz still haunted the farm.

Mac then pointed out a gnarled old horseshoe hanging on one of the nearby walls. According to him, the shoe belonged to one of Fritz's horses and he kept it there as a sort of charm. It was hung so that the open side of the shoe faced the ground. Mac told us never to turn it the opposite way: "Bad energy will collect in the open shoe," he said.

Mac then left us to our drinking. We (the volunteers and I) all sort of suspected Mac was a bit buzzed as well -- wouldn't be the first time. We joked about Fritz amongst ourselves for a little while after that -- anytime something odd happened, "it was Fritz!" -- but eventually we all seemed to push the ghost of Fritz to the backs of our minds. That is, until about a month later.

For most of October, it rained. Nearly all the time. For the most part, it was gentle -- more than a drizzle for sure, but it rarely stormed. Just your average rain. Near the end of October, however, the weather took a noticeable turn for the worse. I'm talking wind, thunder, big drops of hard-hitting rain. It all felt really ominous. There was one day when the weather seemed worse than all the days before, so we all called off work (most of our work took place outside) and watched movies instead. Meanwhile, it continued to storm.

Eventually people started heading to bed. I shared a room with another American volunteer, Chris, and the three female volunteers shared their own room. Lina was one of the girls, a petite, blond, bubbly Norwegian who had come to South Africa with one of her friends. Lina always stayed up late to chat with her boyfriend in Norway, so she stayed in the living room with her computer while everyone else went to bed.

I couldn't fall asleep at all that night. I remember feeling extremely unsettled, but about what? It was just some rain. Storms happened all the time back home, but they had never made me feel that uneasy. So I just laid there for a while, somewhat dejectedly. I could tell Chris was still awake too.

I was still nowhere close to sleep when I heard a scream from the living room. Chris and I both sat up immediately. Chris's bed was closer to the door and that's the only reason why I let him go out there first. Also, I was a little bit terrified.

It was Lina who had screamed, and she was distraught as all hell, telling us "Fritz is here, Fritz is here!" in a panicked whisper. According to her, she was just about to log off her computer and head to bed. But before she could turn out the light, the television came on by its own, with volume set to high.

We had been watching The Prestige earlier -- if you've seen it, you know how it starts: Christian Bale in that grunt of a voice of his, asking, "Are you watching closely?" On blast, it would've scared me too. Lina insisted that she had not turned on the television, nor had she turned on the DVD player. They had both turned on by themselves. Not only that, but the DVD apparently started playing the movie on its own. Weird stuff.

Lina had calmed down a bit and told us she was going to bed, could you please turn the lights out for me? Chris obliged, and started towards the light switch. The light flickered off and on before he ever reached the switch. Chris stopped dead -- he looked as scared as I felt. Then the light just turned off. I have never left a room so fast.

It took me a while to fall asleep after that, and when I did, I had possibly the worst nightmare of my life. I still remember it vividly: in the dream, I was on a hotel balcony, incredibly high up. Everything was covered in a gray mist. My mother was desperately trying to throw herself off the building, and I was doing everything I could to stop her. I woke up feeling horrible.

But what really spooked me about that night didn't happen to me at all -- it happened to Amanda, the Irish volunteer who shared a room with Lina and her friend. At breakfast, Amanda told us that she also had a bad dream. In her dream, she was laying in her usual bed, when she sensed that she was surrounded by a circle of black figures. She couldn't move or speak, but she knew that the figures were advancing on her bed, that they were evil and that, under any circumstances she was not to make eye contact. At the last minute, she was able to break free of her paralysis and jump into bed with one of the other girls.

She woke up in bed with one of the other girls.

And that was that. Not long after that night, the rain stopped, the sun came back, and we were all able to start working again. Nothing like that happened again, at least for the time I was there. Who knows? Maybe everything happened that night was all just eerie coincidence -- the skeptical side of me wants to write it off as such. But maybe it was Fritz's ghost. I don't really know what it was, but I do know how it felt -- and it genuinely felt like there was an evil presence hovering over Rocky Road farm that night.

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and there you go. hope you enjoyed it. and seriously, if you have your own creepy stories to share, post 'em up. i love reading that shit.

 

[Doomsday]

the last half-year or so i've been reading a whooooole bunch of lovecraft tales, and uh, out of love for the thing I actually wrote like 3 or 4 creepy tales! unfortunately these are all in portuguese. but i'll be keeping an eye on this thread for sure

 

[Smith]

Ghost stories are the best! No, not creepypasta, that shit is lame, but ghost stories are amazing. It's kind of the difference between like 1950's horror movies and current horror movies if that makes sense? Anyways I've never experienced this but my mom used to live in a "haunted house" (a lot of the houses in Buffalo are old with really scary basements and shit). One time she said she was taking a shit and the toilet paper roll just went spinning for no reason at all. Also my dad said (also grew up in Buffalo) that one time he awoke to a swirl of color in his room, kind of like the Mac "loading" cursor. Spooky shit!

 

[Alan]

Once upon time, there was an ugly barnacle.

He was so ugly, everyone died.

The end.

 

[comatthew6]

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Once upon time, there was an ugly barnacle.

He was so ugly, everyone died.

The end.

Classic.

 

[Chill Murray]

Actually, I think I have something to share in this thread.

The room I'm currently sleeping in (well, not "currently", but you know what I mean) used to be used by my brother. My oldest brother, the oldest of my "little" brothers (seeing as they're all taller than me now, I can't say that without the quotation marks). This guy is training to be an officer in the United States Marine Corps. You'd think that a Devil Dog in the making wouldn't be scared of anything, let alone a room, but he practically begged me to trade my room for his.

His reason for wanting to trade, he confided in me one drunken night, were of the paranormal variety. He got it in his head that the room was haunted. Our house was built 10 years ago and we have been it's only tenants, so we can't say that there's been any sort of negative history in the house that could have contributed to any kind of paranormal activity. He wouldn't be dissuaded, however. He pointed out that for years before our little development existed, our house was smack dab in the middle of a potato field. Perhaps a disgruntled slave or other sort of worker was finally driven too hard one hot summer day, leading to an altercation that claimed the life of the worker or overseer. Perhaps, in the days before white men lived on this island, the land my house currently stands on was some sort of Native burial ground. Regardless, my brother was convinced that the room itself was haunted. He stated the fact that the room I currently inhabit is colder than the rest of the rooms in the house, and that at night he'd feel a "presence" in the room with him.

I took the room from him, seeing as the room was a few feet larger than my old one and that I wasn't the type to believe in such superstitious nonsense. I had logical explanations for both of his claims. First of all, we had central heating in our house, and the room in question was the last room on the circuit for the hot air from the heater to travel to before the air was warmed up again. That would explain the temperature difference in the room, and to be honest, I prefer things a little colder than the average person anyway so if anything this was an advantage in my eyes. As for the "presence" my brother felt, I was sure that it could be explained by a case of nerves. The bed I sleep in is directly across the room from a closet door that has trouble staying open at night, and that little-kid paranoia that is associated with open closet doors never quite goes away. With little to fear, I settled into my new room.

Things were normal for the first year or two. Then, I noticed that the room temperature would drop noticeably even when the heating system wasn't operating. Again, this didn't bother me too much, as I like the cold. It wasn't until my closet door started swinging open on its own that I began to give into a fear of the paranormal. For a week I cringed every time that closet door would open, leaving a pitch black opening that my mind's eye filled with horrors previously thought unimaginable. Finally, I resolved to face my fear and show myself that I was just being an illogical little child. I had nothing to fear from a faulty door and a furnace that didn't provide enough heat to warm our entire house.

I waited that night, feigning sleep but staying awake for long after the lights went out. One hour went by, then another. I was ready to fall asleep, mentally chiding myself about how I could ever be so stupid, when the closet door swung open. That black hole in my wall appeared again, and for the first time I felt as though I could hear something from deep in my closet. Well, that isn't completely right. It sounded too far away to be emanating from the now open door, but that was the source of the sound all right, and worse: it sounded big.

I gathered up what resolve I had and set my feet upon the floor. I stood up, walked over to the door, and closed it. No sooner had I started to walk the few feet back to my bed when the door flew open again with a thud against the wall. Worse yet, I heard the sound again, this time closer. With all the disbelief of that one skeptic in every horror film, I turned around and shut the door again. I had barely turned around again before the door flew open once more, and this time when I turned around I saw a figure in chains.

I was too dumbstruck to speak. I gathered that the sound that I had heard were the manacles attached to the specter's wrists rattling as he made his way through whatever astral gate my door was doubling as. The figure made as though to speak, though I could not hear him. I bleated a startled "What?" at him, and he repeated what he said, just too faint for me to hear him. I took a step towards him, asked him to repeat himself, and finally I was able to understand him:

"Give me what is mine, and I shall bother you no more..."

Understandably, I was freaked out. My mind raced, thinking of what kind of deeds I could have done to deserve having this ghost view me as an object of vengeance. In a panic, I asked him what I could possible give him. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I need about tree fiddy."

Well, it was about that time that I noticed that the figure in manacles was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the Paleozoic era. It was the god damn Loch Ness Monster. I said, "Dammit, monster! Get out my room! I ain't givin you no tree fiddy!"

"Well, how about just two fiddy?" asked the monster.

"Oh! Now it's two fiddy! Is there a sale on Loch Ness Munchies or something?" I was angry, so I shooed him away.

 

[Kier]

lol

take your ritalin, kids -- there are good stories here.

i have a couple of shorter ones i will write up and edit in in the next couple of days.

 

[Libelldra]

Nice, I love ghost stories

 

[November Blue]

Interesting fact: Some people, they tend to be artistic types, will have an overstimulated right temporal lobe (brain) which can cause one to feel "presence" around them.

Pair this with sleep paralysis, and most of this stuff is explained.

 

[Angelica]

If you really want to get a ghost to leave you alone... just whip it out and start jacking it.

Things will get awkward FAST and the ghost will eventually just leave.

 

[PK Gaming]

BEN

I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. I was stoked, to say the least, I could finally play all of those old games of my youth that I hadn't touched in at least a decade. His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers, and while beggars can't be choosers, needless to say it didn't take long until I became bored of beating up the computer players.

That weekend I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off campus, hitting up the local garage sales, hoping to score on some good deals from ignorant parents). I ended up picking up a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye, F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars. Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I still have no idea why it did, there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it, but something sort of drew me there. I usually trust my gut on these things so I got out of the car and I was greeted by an old man. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. It was odd, if you asked me to tell you why I thought he was displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything - there was just something about him that put me on edge, I can't explain it. All I can tell you is that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there were other people within shouting distance, I would not have even thought of approaching this man.

He flashed a crooked smiled at me and asked what I was looking for, and immediately I noticed that he must be blind in one of his eyes; his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it. I forced myself to look to his left eye instead, trying not to offend, and asked him if he had any old video games.

I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few ones in an old box. He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage. As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table. Littered across his table were rather... peculiar paintings; various artworks that looked like ink blots that a psychiatrist might show you. Curious, I looked through them - it was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale, these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. As I came to the last one, for some reason it looked almost like Majora's Mask - the same heart-shaped body with little spikes protruding outward. Initially I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots, but given the events that happened afterward I'm not so sure now. I should have asked the man about it. I wish I would have asked the man about it.

After staring at the Majora-shaped blot, I looked up and the old man was suddenly there again, arms-length in front of me, smiling at me. I'll admit I jumped out of reflex and I laughed nervously as he handed me a Nintendo 64 cartridge. It was the standard gray color, except that someone had written Majora on it in black permanent marker. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized what a coincidence this was and asked him how much he wanted for it.

The old man smiled at me and told me that I could have it for free, that it used to belong to a kid who was about my age that didn't live here anymore. There was something weird about how the man phrased that, but I didn't really pay any attention to then, I was too caught up in not only finding this game but getting it for free.

I reminded myself to be a bit skeptical since this looked like a pretty shady cartridge and there's no guarantee it would work, but then the optimist inside me interjected that maybe it was some kind of beta version or pirated version of the game and that was all I needed to be back on cloud nine. I thanked the man and the man smiled at me and wished me well, saying "Goodbye then!" - at least that's what it sounded like to me. All the way in the car-ride home, I had a nagging doubt that the man had said something else. My fears were confirmed when I booted up the game (to my surprise it worked just fine) and there was one save file named simply "BEN". "Goodbye Ben", he was saying "Goodbye Ben". I felt bad for the man, obviously a grandparent and obviously going senile, and I - for some reason or another - reminded him of his grandson "Ben".

Out of curiosity I looked at the save file. Eyeballing it, I could tell that he was pretty far in the game - he had almost all of the masks and 3/4 remains of the bosses. I noticed that he had used an owl statue to save his game, he was on Day 3 and by the Stone Tower Temple with hardly an hour left before the moon would crash. I remember thinking that it was a shame that he had come so close to beating the game but he never finished it. I made a new file named "Link" out of tradition and started the game, ready to relive my childhood.

For such a shady looking game cartridge, I was impressed at how smoothly it ran - literally just like a retail copy of the game save for a few minor hiccups here and there (like textures being where they shouldn't be, random flashes of cut-scenes at odd intervals, but nothing too bad). However the only thing that was a little unnerving was that at times the NPCs would call me "Link" and at other times they would call me "BEN". I figured it was just a bug - a fluke in the programming causing our files to get mixed up or something. It did kind of creep me out though after a while, and it was around after I had beaten the Woodfall Temple that I regrettably went into the save files and deleted "BEN" (I had intended to preserve the file just out of respect of the game's original owner, it's not like I needed two files anyway), hoping that that would solve the problem. It did and it didn't, now NPCs wouldn't call me anything, where my name should be in the dialogue there was just a blank space (my save file name was still called "Link", though). Frustrated, and with homework to do, I put the game down for a day.

I started playing the game again last night, getting the Lens of Truth and working my way towards completing the Snowhead Temple. Now, some of you more hardcore Majora's Mask players know about the "4th Day" glitch - for those who don't you can Google it but the gist of it is that right as the clock is about to hit 00:00:00 on the final day, you talk to the astronomer and look through the telescope. If you time it right the countdown disappears and you essentially have another day to finish whatever you were doing. Deciding to do the glitch to try and finish the Snowhead Temple, I happened to get it right on the first try and the time counter at the bottom disappeared.

However, when I pressed B to exit the telescope, instead of being greeted by the astronomer I found myself in the Majora boss fight room at the end of the game (the trippy boxed in arena) staring at Skull Kid hovering above me. There was no sound, just him floating in the air above me, and the background music which was regular for the area (but still creepy). Immediately my palms began to sweat - this was definitely not normal. Skull Kid NEVER appeared here. I tried moving around the area, and no matter where I went, Skull Kid would always be facing me, looking at me, not saying anything. Nothing would happen though, and this kept up for around sixty seconds. I thought the game had bugged or something - but I was beginning to doubt that very much.

I was about to reach for the reset button when text appeared on my screen: "You're not sure why, but you apparently had a reservation..." I instantly recognized that text - you get that message when you get the Room Key from Anju at the Stock Pot Inn, but why was it playing here? I refused to entertain the notion that it was almost as if the game was trying to communicate with me. I started navigate the room again, testing to see if that was some sort of trigger that enabled me to interact with something here, then I realized how stupid I was - to even think that someone could reprogram the game like this was absurd. Sure enough, fifteen seconds later another message appeared on the screen, and again like the first one it was already a preexisting phrase "Go to the lair of the temple's boss? Yes/No". I paused for a second, contemplating what I should press and how the game would react, when I realized that I couldn't select no. Taking a deep breath, I pressed Yes and the screen faded to white, with the words "Dawn of a New Day" with the subtext "||||||||" beneath it. Where I was ported to filled me with the most intense sense of dread and impending fear I had ever experienced

The only way I can describe the way I felt here is having this feeling of inexplicable depression on a profound scale. I am normally not a depressed person, but the way I felt here was a feeling that I didn't even knew existed - it was such a twisted, powerful presence that seemed to wash over me.

I appeared in some kind of weird twilight-zone version of Clock Town. I walked out of the Clock Tower (as you normally do when you start from Day 1) only to find that all of the inhabitants were gone. Usually with the 4th Day glitch you can still find the guards and the dog that runs around outside the tower - this time they were all gone. What replaced them was the ominous feeling that there was something out there, in the same area as me and that it was watching me. I had four hearts to my name and the Hero's Bow, but at this point I wasn't even considered for my avatar, I felt that I personally was in some kind of danger. Perhaps the most chilling thing was the music - it was the Song of Healing, ripped straight from the game itself, but played in reverse. The music would get louder, building up so as if you should expect something to pop out at you, but nothing ever did, and the constant loop began to wear on my mental state.

Every now and then I would hear the faint laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman in the background, just quiet enough so that I wasn't sure if I just hearing things but just loud enough to keep me determined to find him. I looked in all four zones of Clock Town, only to find nothing.... No one. Textures were missing, West Clock Town had me walking on air, the entire area felt... broken. Hopelessly broken. As the reverse Song of Healing repeated for what must have been the 50th time, I just remember standing in the middle of South Clock Town realizing that I had never felt so alone in a video game before.

As I walked through the ghost town, I don't know whether it was the combination of the out of place textures and the atmosphere and the haunting melody of the once peaceful and soothing song being butchered and distorted, but I was literally on the verge of tears and I had no idea why. I hardly ever cry, something had gripped me here and this powerful sense of depression that was both foreign and crippling.

I tried leaving Clock Town, but every time I attempted to zone out, the screen would fade to black and I would just zone in to another part of Clock Town. I tried playing my Ocarina, I wanted to escape, and I did NOT want to be here, but every time I played the Song of Time or Song of Soaring it would only say "Your notes echo far, but nothing happens". By this point, it was obvious the game didn't want me to leave, but I had no idea why it was keeping me here. I didn't want to go inside the buildings, I felt that I would be too vulnerable there to whatever I was terrified of. I don't know why, but I came up with the idea that maybe if I drowned myself at the Laundry Pool I could spawn somewhere else and leave this place.

As I zoned in and ran towards the pool, that's when it happened. Link grabbed his head, and the screen flashed for a brief moment of the Happy Mask Salesman smiling at me - not Link - me with Skull Kid's scream playing in the background and when the screen returned I was staring at the Link Statue from playing the song Elegy of Emptiness. I screamed as the thing just stared back at me with that haunting facial expression. I turned around and ran out and back into South Clock Town, and to my horror the fucking statue followed me in the only way I can compare this is like the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who. Every so often, at random intervals, the animation would play of the statue appearing behind me. It was like the thing was chasing me, or - I don't even want to fucking say it - haunting me.

By this point, I was on the verge of hysterics, but not even once did the thought of turning off the console occur to me, I don't know why, I was so wrapped up in it - the terror felt all so real. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time. Link started to begin to make weird animations I had never even seen him do before, he would flail his arms around or spasm randomly and the screen would cut to the Happy Mask Salesman smiling again for a brief moment before I was face to face with that fucking statue again. I ended up running into the Swordmaster's Dojo and ran to the back, I don't know why, but in my panic I just wanted some kind of assurance that I'm not alone here.

To my dismay I found no one, but as I turned to leave the statue cornered me in the cubby in the back. I tried attacking the statue with my sword but to no avail. Confused, and backed into a corner, I just stared at the statue waiting for it to kill me. Suddenly, the screen flashed again to the Happy Mask Salesman and Link turned to face my screen, standing upright mirroring the statue, looking at me along with his copy. Literally staring at me. Whatever was left of the 4th wall was completely shattered while I ran out of the dojo terrified. Suddenly the game warped me to an underground tunnel and the reverse Song of Healing queued up again as I was given a brief moment of rest before the statue started appearing behind me again... this time aggressively - I could only take a few steps before it would summon behind me again. I hurriedly made my way out of the tunnel and appeared in Southern Clock Town. As I ran aimlessly - in a sheer panic - suddenly a Redead screamed and the screen faded to black as "Dawn of a New Day" and "|||||||||" appeared again.

The screen faded in and I was standing on top of Clock Tower with Skull Kid hovering over me again, silent. I looked up and the moon was back, looming just meters above my head, but the Skull Kid just stared at me hauntingly with that fucking mask. A new song was playing - the Stone Tower Temple theme played in reverse. In some sort of desperate attempt, I equipped my bow and fired off a shot at the Skull Kid - and it actually hit him and he played an animation of him reeling back. I fired again and on the third arrow, a text box appeared saying "That won't do you any good. Hee, hee." and I was picked up off the ground, levitated upwards on my back, and then Link screamed as he burst into flames, instantly killing him.


I jumped when this happened - I had never seen this move used by ANYONE in the game and Skull Kid himself didn't HAVE any moves. As the death screen played, my lifeless body still burning, the Skull Kid laughed and the screen faded to black, only to have me reappear in the same place. I decided to charge him, but the same thing happened, Link's body was lifted off the ground by some unknown force and he immediately burst into flames again killing him. This time during the death screen the faint sounds of the reverse Song of Healing could be heard. On my third (and final try), I noticed that there was no music playing this time, that all there was was eerie silence. I remembered that in the original encounter with the Skull Kid you were supposed to use the Ocarina to either travel back in time or summon the giants. I attempted to play the Song of Time but before I could hit the last note Links body once again horrifically exploded into flames and he died.

As the death screen neared its end, it began to chug, as if the cartridge was trying to process a lot of something.... when the screen came to, it was the same scene as the first three times, except this time Link was lying on the ground dead in a position I had never seen in the game before, his head tilted towards the camera, with the Skull Kid floating above him. I couldn't move, I couldn't press any buttons, all I could do is just stare at Link's dead body. After around thirty seconds of this, the game simply fades out with the message "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before kicking you out to the title screen.


Upon getting back to the title screen and starting again, I noticed my save file was no longer there. Instead of "Link", it was replaced with "YOUR TURN". "YOUR TURN" had 3 hearts, 0 masks, and no items. I selected "YOUR TURN" and immediately when I did I was returned to the Clock Tower Rooftop scene of my Link dead and the Skull Kid hovering over, with the Skull Kid's laughing looping again and again. I quickly hit the reset button and when the game booted up again there was one more save file added, below "YOUR TURN", entitled "BEN". "BEN"'s save file is right back where it was before I deleted it, at the Stone Tower Temple with the moon almost crashing.

I turned the game off at that point, I'm not superstitious but this is WAY too fucked up even for me. I haven't played it at all today, hell, I didn't even get any sleep last night, I kept hearing the reverse Song of Healing music in my head and just remembering the sense of dread I felt exploring Clock Town. I drove back to the old man's house today to ask him some questions with a buddy of mine (no way I was going there alone), only to find that there's a For Sale sign in the front yard and when I rang the door no one was home.

So now I'm back here writing down the rest of my thoughts and recording what happened, sorry if some of this has grammatical errors and whatnot, I'm running on no sleep here. I'm terrified of this game, even more so now that I relived it a second time writing this all down, but I feel like there's still more to it than meets the eye, and that there's something calling to me to investigate this further. I think "BEN" is something in this equation, but I don't know what, and if I could get hold of the old man then I would be able to find some answers. I need another day or so to recuperate before tackling this game again, its already taken a toll on my sanity I feel like, but next time I do this I'm going to be recording my footage all the way through. The idea to record only came to me towards the end, so you see the last few minutes of what I saw (including Skull Kid and the Elegy statue), but it's on Youtube here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6D2XCJUJHY&feature=player_embedded

 

[Cooper]

Or you just load up Goldeneye, grab some dormmates, and go crazy.