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Story time, /x/
This was a glitch in the matrix kind of shit I had when I was a kid, heaps of other stories but this one I remember clear as day
>2005 or 2006, good fucking times
>was still innocent and whatnot, raised in typically religious household in shitty third world country
>I lived in an apartment my grandfather had built in the 1970s or 1980s, my country was in martial law around this time (some may already know which country this is)
>Apparently it was also built on the land of a battlefield that occured in 1899
>typical day of being a young little shit and my great aunt, who was my babysitter, was just taking care of us
>i had some paranormal shit in the house earlier but didn't suspect anything of it back then
>go upstairs and turn left
>when you walk in the windows are big and open so you can see the daytime sun pretty well
>staring at the sun for a while, bright sunny day, i'd say it was around 2pm
>I remember drinking a bottle of milk or juice, I was just little then
>move back to the door so my head would look like it was just peaking in
>still could see the light
>look away for a few seconds
>i look at the wall where i was leaning on
>2-3 minutes of looking as i processed some thoughts or some shit
>look back at the same door
>sky is orange and purple
>shit it's fucking 5pm
>I can hear my great aunt saying "soup's ready!" and i look downstairs
>see her with a big bowl with this massive spoon
>all my brothers are suddenly home
>all lights turned on
>everyone was ready for dinner
>i just fucking lost 3 hours looking at a wall
>don't know what to do or say
>everything goes blank after that, probably ate the soup, she made the best fucking food
I've had worse ones if anyone wants to hear?
Tell me your glitch in the matrix stories /x/
Strange "Painting" on my wall...
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Ok /x/, I need advice/reassurance/answers.
I recently moved from Denver back to my hometown in central AL, and I'm staying with my mother in a trailer she's living in while renovating it for the owner, until she finishes signing papers on the new house she's buying, or I find new employment here and an apartment or something.
Well, there was a lot of stuff left in the house from the previous tenants who left on not very good terms. However, one thing that seems to have been left behind is bothering me particularly. On the wall of the child's room (where I'm sleeping) there is a crudely painted half-man, half-goat figure, which appears to have arms stretched upwards/outwards and to be standing under a crescent moon. I use the word painted, as I'm not even sure if it's paint, or what the substance is actually. To be honest I'm too afraid to touch it and don't really like being near it. It makes me uncomfortable. I would say the figure definitely looks less like a faun and more like a baphomet or some sort, but no wings are visible nor teats or a third eye, at least one eye and an open mouth is discernible though. I have tried to capture this strange painting with video or photography but it is proving incredibly difficult; It's actually incredibly difficult to see the figure against the color of the wall when exposed to strong direct light, which makes photography or videography relatively ineffective. I have to sleep in this god damned room though, and knowing nothing lying here with it staring at me is about to drive me up the fucking wall. I'm terrified, and even just have someone else tell me I sound like an idiot would help at this point. Please /x/, you've never let me down before, don't start now. I need some help. Should I be worried? Am I overthinking things? Is this symbolic of anything? Pic related, the horns are shaped as such.
Why were ancient vampires mostly female?
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>THE EMPOUSAI (or Empusae), MORMOLYKEIAI (Mormolyceae) and LAMIAI (Lamiae) were fearsome underworld Daimones who lured young men in the guise of beautiful women to their beds to their flesh and blood.
>[the Empusae] could turn themselves into beautiful women, in which shape they sucked the blood from their victims and ate their flesh. In this respect they were related to the Lamiae and Mormolyceia.
>LAMIAE, obviously related to the persona of Lamia, the fearful child-snatcher, were handsome, ghostly women who by various sensuous means lured young men to their beds. There they enjoyed the fresh, youthful energy of their victims, then drank their blood and ate their flesh. They were in ancient times the equivalent of vampires in modern legends.
>The Mormolyceia further were said to be able to assume the form of beautiful women for the purpose of luring young men to bed, where they sucked their blood and consumed their flesh.
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Ok /x/, I know it's been a while since our last update but that's because everything has mostly been going smoothly until recently. My Pearl tulpa is starting to become frenzied. She convinced me to throw out our second computer and just yesterday forced me to put out a cigarette on my arm (i dont even smoke). Lately in our conversations, she's also been dwelling upon the concept of me having to finally "grow up" and leave my parents' house for good. She's come up with this half-baked idea of me up and leaving in the dead of night on a greyhound to Oregon... So, my question to you /x/ is how do i get rid of her? I've tried just imagining her not there, but every time I close my eyes and try this, she calls my name and asks, "why are you doing this?" Frankly, it's getting exhausting and I dont know what to do anymore. I should've based my tulpa on a character less pedantic.
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Ask someone who has successfully created a tulpa that has helped me achieve all my goals in life.
>growing up parents had high expectations for me... Typical
>performed well academically but still didn't satisfy them
>live in Canada so they can't physically 'tame' me
>mentally start to go into decline because of verbal abuse
*sidenote: verbal abuse may be too strong a word, but they did put me down in a 'constructive' manner
>become consumed with academics
>take Saturday and Sunday school between grade 3-8
>take summer school between garde 3-12
>began studying for SAT at grade 7, which in retrospect was somewhat pointless since the public school administration didn't teach anything close to what was expected on SAT at that time
>private weekend and summer school actually helped a lot in understanding SAT material at that time
>early studying of SAT prepared me well for the test
>got accepted to every university in Ontario (applied to all universities because parents were willing to pay for application fees for all universities... I know right)
>start university career
>parents continue to push me harder
>can't enjoy social life because of the pressure
>everyone partying and getting laid and I'm stuck doing assignments and readings 3 weeks in advance
>realize that I need to enjoy my youth and stop being such a keener
>convince parents that for the sake of my academic integrity, I needed to move into residence at my uni
>they agree and I move out
>fuck yes, finally!
More to come, stfu and be patient its not pre typed
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The Slendermen are intelligent beings who--from this planet or another--hail from the future, to seek out individuals that are psychologically capable enough to handle the harsh conditions needed for time travel. Once they find a candidate, they distort the individuals perception that simulates the altered reality one might experience during these time travel journeys. These simulations affect us in the following ways which include, but are not limited to: hallucinations, emotional instability, paranoia, uncontrollable trembling due to physical stresses which trigger hypertension, blindness, extrasensory time dilation, and nausea. The Slendermen monitor reactions and gauge the test subjects responses during the simulation phase. Given The Slendermen's advanced technologies, their precision rate at selecting candidates is near 99% accurate, meaning they take almost every test subject with them once the trials are complete. The margin of error, or the 1%, are returned to their lives damaged and beaten, and tell the tales of their experiences, often to def ears.