Creepy - NecroSleep

Episode Date: January 29, 2018

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With guest narration courtesy of Rob Weeks, Forrest Baldwin, Samantha Taylor, and Atticus Jackson. Goldcase file, necroselept.net, 418, 2023. The following account is the only surviving evidence supporting the existence of necroseleap.net. The blog data was downloaded by a concerned reader just before it vanished from the internet in 2014. The data was not recovered until nine years passed. These are the final moments of Reed Murdo. written in his own words.

My disconnected life. Blog author, Reid Murdoch. October 16th, 2014. Hey guys. So I've decided to start a blog about my new life. Most of you reading this are probably my friends and acquaintances, but for the rest of you, I'll expose a little bit about myself. My name's Reed.

I just moved out of my stupid parents' basement. Thank God! and now I'm pursuing my own life where no one can push me around anymore. Technically, I'm the one who ditch the place, but they all but kick me up beforehand. Nobody gives a damn about a crackhead like me. Not even my parents. Not that I care.

Anyways, I'm doing my own thing now. I had to give up a few luxuries. My mom's halacious cooking, not worthy being called a luxury. I'd much rather live off discount ramen noodles anyways. Sometimes I'll even have corn on the side when I'm feeling extra fancy. Speaking of fancy, I'll admit my apartment is anything but. It's the cheapest one I could find, in fact.

I find the saying, you get what you pay for, to be especially true when I'm trying to sleep to the lulling sounds of what I can only guess is some old lady getting mugged in the dark alleyway next door. My ghetto sanctuary consists of one living room, a kitchenette, a bathroom, and a closet. The walls are practically made a cardboard and the carpet stained with God knows what. My head's good enough for me. Living with me is my poor excuse for a cat named Twig. She's one of those weird hairless breeds and, in turn, a real conversation piece.

I'm often asked why the cats turned in. inside out, or if she was a victim of some perverse taxidermy project gone wrong. As shoddy as my life seems, living on the cheap has its benefits. My cost of living is next to nothing, so I can make enough money to survive by doing odd jobs on the internet without ever leaving the house. I spent half the months writing bogus reviews for products I've never used and filling out surveys on political issues I know nothing about. Then spend the other half surfing the web and watching pirated reruns of the X-Files.

I don't even have to pay for internet service things my neighbor's complete failure to secure their Wi-Fi hot spot. I bet their data overages are through the roof now. Well, not my problem. I'll be updating this blog every day or two if I'm up to anything interesting. Thanks for reading this boring crap. Hopefully my life will get a little more exciting in the days to come. Read, October 18th, 2014. I've decided to do something unusual.

It's 3 a.m. and I intend to stay up all night. Caffeinated beverages at my side. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because I'm permanently switching to a nocturnal sleep schedule. In other words, I'll be sleeping during the day instead of the night. I have a good number of reasons for doing this. One, there's less people out at night so leaving the building won't be such a dreaded thing. Two, sunlight gives you a cancer.

right? Three, screw social norms. Four, the internet speed seems to increase substantially after midnight. Five. It's a free country. I don't even need reasons. Also, I ran into this cool forum called Nocturnal Underground. Naturally, it's full of sun-lothing recluses and cynical misanthropes like myself.

How perfect. I registered straight away and found the floor. form dwellers to be very welcoming. It's not the most famous of internet destinations. More of a tight-knit hole in the wall for a very obscure subculture. We all seem to share a general appreciation for societal disconnect, which is cool, because I really thought I was the only work job who can't stand dealing with normal people.

It's these normal people who are telling me I don't have the right to smoke whatever substances I damn well, please. As if it's their business. I'll let you all know how this whole nocturnal thing works out for me. Peace out. Reap. October 21st, 2014. I'm adjusting very well to my new lifestyle. I can already tell this is the way I should have been living all along.

The internet is a far more interesting place during the night. Everything's been fairly normal lately. Except for one thing. Yesterday night I received a mysterious private mess. message on Nocturnal Underground. Here's the message copy and paste it for your reading pleasure. 2. Readman 07 from Revelation 666.

Subject, necroseleap.net. Congratulations, readman 07. You've been invited to an invitation-only website that will change your life forever. Discover what society doesn't want you to know at necroesleep.net. Use your exclusive invitation code to enter B-C-L-X-V-I Find out what you've been missing your entire life Necrosleep.net

Sounds like a total scam But it piqued my interest I couldn't resist going to the site to see what the hell it was So I went there And arrived at a completely empty black page I noticed a text cursor blinking in the center indicating I could type there. I presume that this was where I was supposed to type the invitation code, and I presume correctly.

When the homepage loaded, I immediately noticed that all the text was in Russian besides the title I hader, which simply said necrosleep.net in English. My web browser automatically detected that the site was Russian and offered it for me, so of course I clicked yes. Now, this site was clearly on the shady side. Whoever designed it was certainly not well versed in web design, as a site had more in common with a notepad document than a good web page. Background is black, white text was written in the oh so generic courier font,

and under the title header was a row of red hyperlinks labeled as follows. Main, purchase, secret, and credit. Here's an excerpt from the main page. Welcome to necrowsleep.net. This website is invitation only. Selected visitors have exclusive access to a special product that will change your life forever. Necrosleep is a product that safely negates the biological necessity of sleep, thanks to our miraculous secret formula.

With one pill a day, you will never need to sleep again. Buy it for yourself by clicking the purchase link. If Necrosleep hasn't changed your life, we will offer you a complete refund. Your astonishment is guaranteed. claim these people are making. There's no way this stuff actually works. Otherwise, everyone would be taking it. Obviously, I was skeptical and still am,

but I clicked her on the site a bit more just out of curiosity. I clicked the secret hyperlink, which took me to another page. Here's a text from said page. Necrosleep is comprised of special and rare ingredients, which we cannot disclose in order to ensure that our formula stays in private hands. In order to keep our product available, we can only be distributed through alternative means on an exclusive basis. The active ingredient in necroseleep has been sought after for years by doctors and scientists intending to displace sleep with wakefulness. Only we have managed to do what others could not, as permitted by the will of our master.

We can assure you with full confidence that our product will change your life, and you will never feel need to sleep again. Feel free to indulge in our secret. Alternative means? More like black market. Whatever's going on here doesn't appear to be legal. Exactly. Not that I care about the law, I just get untrustworthy vibes from the site. Anyways, I continued on and clicked the credit hyperlink.

My heart skipped a little when I was confronted with honestly the most uncanny photo of a living person I I've ever seen. It was an old black and white photo of a tall man in a doctor's coat. If he wasn't standing upright, I'd say the guy was dead. But my guess is that he was just cadaverously unhealthy, probably blind from the looks of his pale, lifeless eyes. Not a trace of emotion could be found in his face. There's a small bit of text below the photo, which read as follows.

Credit for the pioneering of necroseph goes to the brilliant doctor, Hale A. Stan. Proxy of our master and founder of the Ukrainian Institute of Occult Medicine. His work lives on. Proxy of our master. Occult medicine? Maybe I've watched too many horror movies, but this isn't your typical snake oil sales pitch. Maybe they're part of some deranged religious group or something. I admit I was slightly creeped out, but more fascinated.

I clicked the purchase hyperlink out of mere curiosity once again. Turns out each pill costs some absurd amount of Russian currency, which I found was equal to about $130 U.S. dollars per pill. Ridiculous. Not that I would buy them from them even if I could. I immediately left the site. At this point, I'm guessing it's probably a lousy foreign credit. card scam or some weird cult initiative. Either way, it made my day more interesting than it normally

would have been. Read, October 22, 2014. I posted a thread on Nocturnal Underground about the mystery user who sent me the strange PM. I found myself wanting to know more about this whole necrosleep.net thing. So as a part of my investigation, I sought to find out who the user was. Here's the transcript from the forum thread. Read Man 07. Hey guys. I hope I'm not disturbing the order of things by posting this in the trolling and harassment section. I didn't know where else to put it.

I figured this incident in a mind might qualify as a spam case if other people are getting the same advertisement message I am. Basically, the other day I got a PM from a user I've never seen before called Revelation 666. The message was an advertisement for some supplement. Has anyone seen this user on the forums before? I sure haven't. If you have any information, that'd be great. Cosmic underscore Trashbin. I don't recognize the username.

He must be new or just inactive. What were the exact contents of the message? We could probably get an admin to ban him for advertising. Here's a screencap of the message. Strange. Did you actually go? Go to the website? I hope not.

It's probably infested with viruses. B3457 W4RF4R3. Just tried going there. It's just a black screen. The invite code didn't work either. Just gave me a pop-up box that said invalid IP. Of course I went there. I couldn't resist.

Thug life for life. It doesn't work for me either. Invalid IP. If it only works for Readman 07, maybe it's bound to a Zipi somehow. Can you get some screenshots of the site? You sparked my interest. Here we are. The page was initially in Russian, so I had my browser translated.

Looks shady as hell. Wow. Don't even mess with it. You're asking for trouble just by clicking the link. You're probably being key logged as they speak. Not to mention the product they're selling is probably laced with cyanide. If he's stupid enough to buy it,

well, the gene pool's better off without him anyways. Never trust a Russian. I'm Russian, and I find that offensive. You just said you were Asian last week. Make up your mind. I leave this thread for five minutes and chaos ensues. Everybody calm the... ...down.

Of course I'm not going to mess with it. These supposed miracle pills are $130 each anyway. What do you think I am, Johnny Cash? Just because his name was Johnny Cash doesn't mean he was rich or had lots of cash or whatever. Of course he was rich, you dumb shit. He's Johnny fucking Cash. Whose bright idea was it to equip this form with a profanity filter anyways? It's fucking stupid.

Before this thread deteriorates any further, let me just say I put tape over my webcam just in in case something slipped past my antivirus. It's probably just a credit card scam or something. I'll do some research on it tomorrow. Sun's been up for three hours and I'm running low on energy drinks. I'll contact one of the admins about this. Spam isn't tolerated here.

I ought to see if they're willing to uninstall the profanity filter plug in as well. I got a message later on from HG Wishing Wells, one of the admins, saying that the user Revelation 666 doesn't exist in the database. and that the only way I could have received a message is if the mail client was bypassed somehow. In other words, somebody hacked the system just to send me a spam message. What the hell? Read, October 23rd, 2014. Finally got around to Googling Necrosleep.

The results were mostly irrelevant YouTube channels and defunct 90s screamo bands from the looks of it. But I noticed among the garbage results a link to a post on fastmd.com. The preview said, Does anyone know if this necrosleep stuff actually works? So I clicked on it, only to be directed to a page stating, the post you're looking for has been deleted and no longer exists. I should have known. I think it can never be easy and predictable.

I returned to the results and had to scan over several pages of them before finally running into an old gaming forum thread where the website necrosleep.net was mentioned. This time, the post hadn't been deleted. In the middle of the conversation about maximizing crop production and some medial strategy game, one of the users claimed to have taken necrosleep in order to tend to his virtual farm 24 hours a day. Needless to say, the other forum patrons were highly skeptical. The guy posted a link to necrosleep.net and attempt to backup.

his claim, ultimately failing to convince him because, you guessed it, the site was bound to his IP address. He also had the same invitation code as me, DCLXVI, VI, leading me to believe it's just a formality intended to make you feel special. But that doesn't explain why or how my IP, and apparently someone else's, got singled out. The Brager then claimed that there was irrefutable proof of his secretable proof of his. ceaseless wakefulness in his in-game score. In relation to the length of time as a counten has existed, his score is excessively high.

So high, in fact, it would be impossible for him to attain so high a score and so short a time frame. Unless he was playing the game for at least 21 hours a day. Which leaves practically no time for sleeping. Despite all that, they attributed his accomplishments to an automatic bot program that operates the game for him during the night. Since cheating in this ways against game rules, his account was promptly banned, according to the moderator at the end of the thread. Sure enough, little red letters blows form avatar where the words, banned for bot use, 812, 2006. I couldn't find any more relevant results for necrosleep or necrosleep.net other than what I've just told you about.

Looks like these online dope dealers are pretty stealth. I'm just dying to know what their real motive might be. Because I could think of a million better ways to steal someone's credit card number of Petal Quack Remedies. It could be a prank. But evidently it's been going on since 2006 at least. Perhaps some jokes never die. Read, October 25th, 2014.

I got another PM from Revelation 666. Am I the only one that gets creeped out by that name? Knowing what I know now, it makes me uneasy to think about the great lengths this user went to to contact me specifically. For some reason, they stealthily bypass the system just to send me this message and make me this offer. Here's a message I just received. 2. Read Man 07. From Revelation 666. Subject

Necrosleep. net slash backdoor. Congratulations, readman 07. You've been selected to receive a free 30-day trial of necroseleep. Claim your exclusive reward at necrosleep.net slash backdoor. Find out what you've been missing your entire life, risk-free. Necrosleep.net slash backdoor. Once again, my curiosity got the best of me.

Bracing myself for whatever scam was coming my way, I clicked the link. I was taken to a page asking for my address, nothing more. I thought about it carefully, knowing full well that these people likely have malicious intentions. But if I entered my post office box, what's the worst that could happen? Worst case scenario, they send me some junk mail or some faulty pills. The point is that I'll finally know what they want from me. I entered the address. Read.

October 28th, 2014. I decided to go back to the threat I posted on Nocturnal Underground to let people know what's up. Sure enough, their reactions were amusing. Readman 07. Well, guys, it happened again. Look at the attachment. Cosmic underscore Trash Ben. Don't tell me you clicked this one too.

I did. Then it asked me for my address. But don't worry, I only entered my PO box. Are you out of your damn mind? I take it you couldn't persuade the admins to disability the profanity filter. No shit, Sherlock. Apparently they get a huge kick out of watching its quarrel over it. I wouldn't be surprised if H.G. Wishing Welles sent me these weird messages

just disturb some controversy around here. H.G. Wishing Well's. Neither would I. The mystery has been solved. Everybody go home. In all seriousness, I had nothing to do with this. I swear on my great-grandmother's life. Swearing on the life of a dead person, this isn't exactly the most convincing way to plead.

I think the joke's gone far enough. H.G., did you do it or not? I really didn't do it. The admins and I were generally perplexed when we saw where the message came from. Or should I say where the message didn't come from? It was certainly not from any registered user on the inside. B3457W4RF4R3. If they actually send you the pills, are you going to take them?

You couldn't pay me a million bucks to try that shit. I can personally guarantee you that stuff is too good to be true. Nothing can make you stay awake forever. I agree with Cosmic. Don't take this any further. Even if they do send me the pills and it's not just junk mail. I'm not going to take it unless I find some more information on it. Do you really think I'm that stupid? Chill out, guys.

I probably won't update this thread anymore, so I'll follow my blog if you want to know what's up with me. The link's on my profile. Well, that pretty much ruled out the possibility that it's a prank by the admins. I don't think HD wishing wills would carry on a prank this long, nor lie so blatantly. And even if one of the other admins were to prank me, I can't imagine they would do it with some.

some Russian supplement pitch. It's just all too strange. Read, October 30th, 2014. Last night I had a buddy in mine deliver the mail to my doorstep in exchange for some coding work on his flash site. I'll do just about anything to avoid leaving the building. But that's not the point. The point is that I received an envelope with no return address.

Yet I immediately knew who it was for. from. The envelope was old. Very old. Like I've been sitting in a dusty attic for decades. I opened the stained envelope only to find a smaller manila envelope inside. Also rather odd looking. Inscribed on the small envelope was the word necroseleep and a word of advice on storing the packet in a cool, dark place for maximum potency. The words appeared to have been stamped on the envelope rather than imprinted. I opened the envelope, and sure enough, there were 30 black pills inside, more crude than what you might get from your local pharmacy.

Now before you all start freaking out, I'm not going to take these. At least not until I can dig up some more reliable information on it. Now I know that these Russian dope dealers weren't just trying to send me junk mail. The question is, why would they send me the pills if they did. didn't actually work. Surely they must want my money, which they wouldn't get after a failed 30-day trial. What if they're trying to kill me? I never did have a good feeling about any of this. But the curiosity is killing me. Read, October 31st, 2014. It just occurred to me that I completely overlooked something. I never researched Dr. Hale A. Stan. The guy who apparently

had something to do with Necrow's sleep. So I did a quick Google search and found, much to my surprise, that he had his own article on Wikipedia. The article states that Dr. Stan was a Ukrainian scientist and physician, who claimed to have been directly involved in the experiments portrayed in a 1940 motion picture which documents Soviet research into the resuscitation of clinically dead organisms. Here's an excerpt from the article. experiments in the revival of organisms

The motion picture experiments in the revival of organisms depicts various disturbing medical experiments conducted on canines One of which involves keeping a dog's decapitated head alive With a primitive auto-jecture machine that supplied it with oxygenated blood The operations in the film were credited to Dr. Sergei Broconenko However, Dr. Hale A. Stan and Cessalon claimed to be the one who really conducted the experiments and invented the autojector, and that they only credited Bruchinco because Stan was sentenced to life in prison for illegally

conducting gruesome experiments on humans. He believed that because he had consent from his test subjects, albeit through bribery, that he had not committed an immoral crime. The Lenin Prize was awarded to Brunenko for the autojecture, while Stan remained in permanent imprisonment. it wasn't until they discovered the lost footage of his morbid human experiments that they had him executed by lethal injection. His last words, spoken in an unidentified language, died with him. Dr. Stan was rumored to have pioneered a variety of cures for major conditions such as narcolepsy and epilepsy.

Although the results were not published in a scientific manner and therefore the majority of his alleged accomplishments were unverifiable, and seemingly occult in nature. The number of people he apparently cured of various incurable afflictions between 1930 and 1940 was in the thousands. Attempts to replicate his documented remedies ultimately failed, leading most to believe that he was practicing pseudoscience. It is believed by some that Dr. Stan has a following to this day, and that his miracle cures are still being practiced and peddled from Russia and Ukraine.

Some have received mysterious emails and offers pertaining to Dr. Stan's work. All investigations reveal no evidence to support these claims. I'll admit, some of this stuff enerves me. Morbid human experiments aren't exactly pleasant things to think about. But it seems to me this guy was just doing what was necessary to advance his research. Maybe he really was onto something. Maybe his cures couldn't be replicated because they were so advanced? I don't really know.

All I know is that I received one of these mysterious offers that supposedly don't exist beyond hearsay. Maybe there's something to this. Maybe I really was selected to receive a gift too great for the masses. Maybe they were dead serious when they said this would change my life. Read November 1st 2014 I'm holding a pill in my hand

ready to take it at a moment's notice I've been thinking hard about this I know it's not the safest thing to do but I'm a risk taker If this turns out badly I don't have much to live for anyways Life is nothing without danger And I want to know the motives of these people more than anything I need to know what they want from me.

I need to know what I'm missing. There's only one way to find out. Read, November 3rd, 2014. I can't believe it. It's actually working. I haven't slept in three days and I don't feel remotely tired. Holy hell. I've never felt so focused and stimulated in my life.

I don't know what's in this. but it works. I don't know how long it's going to work exactly, so I'm not getting my hopes up. But the claim is that I'll never need to sleep again. Ever. So far, so good. Read, November 4th, 2014. Still works like a charm after four days.

But lately the lights have been really bothering me, so I duct tape a piece of cardboard over the window. I never liked that window anyways. and I get this feeling that I'm being watched from outside. And it's been making me anxious, more than usual. It's easy to think you're seeing something uncanny out the window until you realize it's just your own reflection distorted by the cheap glass pain. Anyways, that issue's been resolved. I also found something interesting when I was taking my nightly pill.

Until recently, I failed to notice a symbol stamped on the inside of the small manila envelope. It's the inside. I know I've seen this symbol before, but I can't remember where exactly. It's a downward-pointed pentagram with what I think is a goat's head inscribed within it. Maybe they just reused an old envelope and turned it inside out or something. Read, November 5th, 2014.

Thanks to one of my followers for pointing out something I didn't realize. The emblem inside the envelope was actually satanic symbol. Yeah, needless to say, I'm definitely not taking this crap anymore. This sort of thing really creeps me out. I'm done. I wish I would have read that message before I took it tonight. I'll just quit tomorrow. I mean, it hasn't harmed me thus far and I feel great.

so maybe I'm just being paranoid. It's just a symbol. Probably a printing mistake or something, but screw that. I'm not messing around with demonic affairs. No way in hell. Read. November 6th, 2014.

Over the past week, I've been taking one of these pills at exactly 10 p.m. each night. I planned on stopping the pills tonight, but around 10.30. I started getting this horrible headache, and it got progressively worse. I was thinking maybe it was just me adjusting to suddenly going off necro sleep, so I waited another hour. I just couldn't take it anymore. I took another pill. I know I could quit if I wanted to, but I'm starting to think there's no reason to. I mean, I don't have to sleep anymore.

I've been feeling energized. I should just man up and stop being irrational. Read, November 9th, 2014. I've been making a killing with all this free time and new phone focus. I made five grand in a single day by trading virtual property. That's not including my online poker proceeds over the last week, which are through the goddamn roof. Suddenly I have this intuitive grasp of numbers that I never have before. I've been living my life in a days until now.

They were right. This really is changing my life. November 11th, 2014. Here's a rather peculiar story for you guys. I was sitting on the couch minding my own business when I noticed a couple of gleaming eyes staring at me from the dark corner. I thought nothing of it knowing it must have been twigs skulking around. Cats have reflective eyes.

What else would it be? I looked away and at that very same moment, felt it. Twig's wrinkly little self curling up next to me. I looked back towards the corner. Those beauty eyes still fixed upon me with twig clearly at my side. I blinked and the eyes were gone. My brain's really trying to screw with me. It had to have been mental, yet I remember it was such lucidity.

Come to think of it, I should have known it wasn't twig from the start. Cat's eyes don't glow red. Anyways, let's hope it was just a freak brain malfunction. After all, what else could it possibly be? Read, November 12th, 2014. I'm going to run out of food eventually. Obviously, I could go to the store and restock myself, but... The thought scares me.

The thought of leaving the safety of my apartment, the thought of social interaction, I now dread it more than I ever have. I never have preferred going out to staying in, but I've never dreaded it this much. I wasn't always so terribly afraid. None of my instant messenger friends have been online lately, and they stopped up voting my blog posts. Who's going to get my groceries? What if I have to go out there? I shouldn't be panicking like this.

Honestly, I'm being stupid. Stop panicking, you idiot. Stop panicking, you idiot. Stop panicking, you idiot. November 13th, 2014. My friend Jake came online. It was a temporary relief that lasted about as long as it took him to say. I'm not dropping off the food until you agree to get out of the house.

That was his offer. entailing that I leave the house and go clubbing with the guys in exchange for help. I declined out of pure fear. He was worried for my health, apparently. I can't blame him for thinking I've become a feral hermit doomed to die alone in this pathetic slum. But he just doesn't understand. Nobody understands me. At least I'm pretty sure I got enough food to last till Thanksgiving.

If I stretch it, November 15th, 2014. I need to tell you all about another strange experience I had yesterday. I've been leaving my TV on lately so the silence doesn't irritate me. That children's show, Bucko's Garden, was on. You know, the show that we all watched as kids until we were mature enough to realize how mindless and nonsensical it was. Yet that show. It was playing in the background on my boxy old TV in the corner.

Eventually it distracted me and I found myself zoning out into it for a lot. lack better things to do. It must have been a Thanksgiving episode. Considering Bucco, a guy dressed like a deer with a human face, was in the kitchen preparing sweet potatoes and cranberries. This was about as intelligent as the show gets. Things got a bit weird when he decided to let the anthropomorphic cranberries go into his garden at the last minute, as if they were captive insects. Sweet potatoes weren't so lucky. sent his bird friends to retrieve a pumpkin pie from the pie tree and his squirrel friends to collect gravy from the gravy cow, which coincidentally regurgitates mashed potatoes to boot.

I told you this show was weird, but that's not even the start. I didn't realize something was off until Bucco pulled out a knife. A full-fledged razor-sharp knife that you wouldn't expect to see in such a benign show. With the other hand, he opened the oven and pulled it out. Not a ham. Not a turkey. A roasted human fetus. Mother of God.

I couldn't even believe what I was seeing. How on earth could this be allowed on television? Were my eyes deceiving me? I don't know, but I turned it off as soon as he started cutting into it. The gore was too much. Even for me. I'm still having a hard time believing what my own eyes clearly saw. I couldn't have been dreaming.

I haven't had so much as a nap in 15 days. I just, I don't even know. Maybe something's wrong with me. I've been forgetting my PC login password. Even after I changed it to something else and wrote it down, I forgot where I wrote it down, where I forgot it, forgot it down. Can't even think properly right now. Read, November 18th, 2014.

scared out of my mind right now. I walked into the bathroom planning to take my first shower in weeks. I never imagined I'd open the door and see anything more than my own reflection in the mirror. Instead, I saw it. Standing behind me, staring, completely motionless. I froze and panicked more than I have ever in my entire life. I swear, you don't know true fear. You don't even have a clue. I can still see it, engraved in my mind. The face. It was demonic. It was gone as soon as it came.

I'd say I was just imagining things, but it felt all too real. I'm not going into that bathroom ever again. I'll just go in the kitchen sink or something. I can't handle this. I wonder if these pills are screwing with my head. I need to stop. I need to stop now. I don't even feel safe in my own apartment anymore.

I feel like the shadows are watching me. 2014. I tried to stop the pills again, but I had a change of heart at the last minute. Something told me not to, like a voice in my head. I just feel like it would be wrong, and somehow my life would fall

part if I stopped. I don't think this is normal, the way I'm living, but I can't imagine it any other way. I can't imagine stepping out into the light or even the moonlight for that matter. All of my instant messenger contacts have been offline since Jake talked to me last, and I don't know if my food will last another week. Twig's getting pretty skinny since I've been eating her cat food to stretch my supplies a bit. But she'll be a little. okay as long as someone comes online by Thanksgiving. Speaking which, nobody invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner, not even my family. But that's okay. I hate my parents anyway. Screw them. Read, November 22nd, 2014. I've been hearing more voices inside my head.

Horrible voices. It's really scaring me. And I don't know what to do. Is it some sort of side effect or something? I can't hear myself think sometimes, like I'm losing control over my own thoughts. And these thoughts I have are so dark. It's not like me to think that way. I would never hurt anyone. I'm not like that.

I try going to necroseep.net again just to see if there was something I missed about side effects. and it said the domain is no longer in use. The site was shut down. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm terrified of myself. Read 24th, 2014. Knock, knock. I yelled through the drafty door asking who it was.

It was my friends, Jake and Douglas. Apparently they wanted to help me after seeing my blog posts of distress. But sure enough, it was only under the condition that I opened the door and come out. Very suspicious. How do I really know I can trust them? I know I've trusted them for years. But what if they were just earning my trust so they could pull something more sinister later on? What if they give me drugged food?

What if they stabbed me when I open the door? It just occurred to me, but I have no real proof that I can trust them. I can't even trust myself anymore. I don't even know who I am. Maybe my whole life I've been a sadistic freak and didn't even know it. Maybe my true self is just coming out. Maybe everyone is evil. Read.

25th, 2014. This won't stop. I used to think they were malevolent. But now I'm not so sure. Sometimes it feels like they're trying to liberate me. They want me to listen to them desperately. They show me things. Horrible things.

And yet these things don't seem horrible to me anymore. I'm numb. I don't feel anything. But I know there's one thing I can do to make me feel again. Part of me says it's terribly wrong. But the voices tell me otherwise. The voices are my friends. now. The demons are my friends. Read. November 26th, 2014. Twig is in heaven now. I had to do it.

I had to know what it tasted like. It was satisfying. I thought I'd never leave this room again. I don't have a choice anymore. I need more of it. The face is getting angry. The voices are getting angry. My hair hurts so bad. Much. I need more. They're hurting me. I need to beat them more.

They need more. I need more. I have to make it stop. I need more. I need more. Make it stop! Read. Police report part one.

Thanksgiving. 1127, 2014. Victim. Paul Murdoch. Aggressor Reed Murdoch. Police arrive on scene after a frantic 911 call from Margaret Murdoch confirmed to be the aggressor's mother. The victim, Paul Murdoch, the aggressor's father, was found in the process of being mauled and cannibalized by the aggressor, Reed Murdoch, whose face and mouth was covered

in blood and brain matter. Reed was shot dead after refusing to stop eating his own father. whose skull was torn open entirely. Drug use is suspected to be involved. Police Report Part 2. 1129, 2014. Reed Murdoch's residence was inspected thoroughly by investigators. A hairless, headless, and disemboweled cat carcass was found on the kitchen counter.

The cat's blood and bodily fluids were spilled throughout the house. While the head was found crushed, brain completely removed, and no more to be found. The apartment was clearly inhabited by an utterly insane individual, given the foul and uncleanly nature of the place. An old TV rested in the corner, turned on, displaying only static and white noise. It had no antenna. A suspicious packet of unidentified pills was recovered. The resident's computer and other personal effects were confiscated and await further analysis.

Autopsy Report 12-4-2014. Subject, Reed Murdoch. The contents of Reed Murdoch's digestive tract was a disturbing mixture of human tissue, mostly brain matter and cerebrospinal fluid. Examination of his own brain, however, was even more disturbing and perplexing. His brain was clearly invisibly deteriorating. The brain tissue was black and red rather than the usual pinkish-gray and riddled with holes throughout. Closer examination revealed,

thousands of small black parasites to be consuming the brain. This was undoubtedly the cause of the man's insidious psychosis. Testing on the parasites was inconclusive, as they didn't match any known species. Further testing was required. The unknown pills recovered from Murdoch's apartment have been tested and confirmed it contain a vile plethora of uncommon substances, including obscure, highly addictive euphoric drugs, human hormones, and parasitic eggs, presumably meant to remain dormant in a cool place until introduced into the body,

allowing them to hash and eventually invade the brain. It is unclear how he acquired the pills and where they came from, although whoever concocted them surely had malicious intent. Police Report Part 3, 126, 2014. Two friends of Reed Murdoch, Jake Fairfax, and Douglas Lopez, or question at the police station. immediately they referred to his online blog where he allegedly recorded his path to eventual insanity

it was found that the blog mysteriously disappeared off the face of the internet for reasons unknown they were aware of the unknown pills rate was taken claiming they originated from the website necrosleep.net investigators later confirmed the website does not exist for more information including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast,

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