Creepy - Smile Dog

Episode Date: February 27, 2017

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This is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. listener discretion is advised. Smile dog. I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I'd arranged with her husband of 15 years, Terrence, to see her for an interview.

Mary had initially agreed, since it was not a newsman, but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments, and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment, Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple's bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour I sat with Terrence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes while he attempted fruitlessly to calm his wife. The things Mary said made little sense, but fit with the pattern I was expecting.

Look, and at see her, I could tell from her voice that, she was crying. And more often than not, her objections to speaking with me centered around the incoherent diatribe of her dreams, her nightmares. Terence apologized profusely when we ceased the exercise, and I did my best to take it all in stride. Recall that I wasn't a reporter in search of a story, merely a curious young man in search of information.

Besides, I thought at the time, I could perhaps find another similar. case if I put my mind and resources to it. Mary E was a sysop for a small Chicago-based bulletin board system in 1992 when she first encountered smile.chapag. And, her life changed forever. She and Terrence have been married for only five months. She was one of an estimated 400 people who saw the image when it was posted as a hyperlink on the BBS, though she's the only one who's spoken openly about the experience. The rest of her main anonymous or are, perhaps, In 2005, when I was only in 10th grade, Smile.JPEG was first brought to my attention by my burgeoning interest in the web-based phenomena. Mary was the most often cited victim of what is sometimes referred to as Smile. Dot Dog.

The being Smile.JPEG is reputed to display. What caught my interest, other than the obvious macabre elements of the cyber legend and my proclivity towards such things, was a sheer lack of information. usually to the point that people don't believe it even exists other than as a rumor or hoax. It is unique because, though the entire phenomenon centers on a picture file, that file is nowhere to be found on the internet. Certainly many photo-manipulated simulacra litter the web, showing up with the most frequency on the site such as the image board 4chan, particularly the X-focused paranormal subboard,

it is suspected these are fakes because they do not have the effect at true smile. is believed to have, namely sudden onset temporal lobe epilepsy, and acute anxiety. This purported reaction in the viewer is one of the reasons the phantom-like smile.jpeg is regarded with such disdain, since it is patently absurd, though, depending on whom you ask, the reluctance to acknowledge smile.jpeg's existence might just as much be out of fear as it is out of disbelief. Neither smile.jpeg nor smile.org is mentioned anywhere on Wikipedia. Though, the website features articles on such other, perhaps more scandalous shock sites as hello.jpeg or two girls one cup, any attempt to create a page pertaining to smile.jpeg

is summarily deleted by any of the encyclopedia's many admins. Encounters with smile.jpeg are the stuff of internet legend. Mary East story is not unique. There are unverified rumors of Smile.JPEG showing up in the early days of Usenet, and even one persistent tale back in 2002, a hacker flooded forms of humor and satire website something awful with a deluge of Smile. Dog pictures, rendering almost half the forms users at the time epileptic. It is also said that in the mid to late 90s, the Smile.JPEG circulated on Usenet, and as an attachment of a chain email with the subject line,

smile, God loves you. Yet despite the huge exposure of these stunts would generate, there are very few people who admit to having experienced any of them and no trace at the file or any link ever been discovered. Those who claim to have seen Smile.jpg

often weekly joke that they were far too busy to save a copy of the picture to their hard drive. However, all alleged victims offer the same description of the photo. A dog-like creature usually described as appearing similar to a Siberian husky, illuminated by the flash of the camera, sits in a dim room. The only background detail that's visible being a human hand extending from the darkness near the left side of the frame.

The hand is empty, but it's usually described as beckoning. Of course, most attention is given to the dog, or dog creature, as some victims are more certain than others about what they claim to have seen. The muzzle of the beast is reputedly split in a wide grin, revealing two rows of very white, very straight, very sharp, very human-looking teeth. This is, of course, not a description given immediately after viewing the picture, but rather a recollection of the victims, who claim to have seen the picture endlessly repeated in their minds' eye during the time they are, in reality, having epileptic fits. These fits are reported to continue indeterminably, often while the victim's sleep, resulting in very vivid and very disturbing nightmares. These may be treated with medication, though, in some cases, it's more effective than others.

Mary E., I assumed, was not on effective medication. That was why, after my visit to her apartment in 2007, I sent out feelers to several folklore and Urban Legend-oriented news groups, websites, and mailing lists, hoping to find the name of a supposed victim of smile.jpg, who felt more interested in talking about his experiences. For a time, nothing happened, and at length I forgot completely about my pursuits, since I had begun my freshman year of college and was quite busy. Mary contacted me via email, however, near the beginning of March 2008.

to JML at from Mary E at subject last summer's interview Dear Mr. L I am incredibly sorry about my behavior last summer when you came to interview me I hope you understand that it was no fault of yours

but rather my own problems that led me to act out as I did I realized that I could have handled the situation more decorously however I hope you will forgive me At the time, I was afraid. You see, for 15 years I've been haunted by Smile.JPEG. Smile. Dot.combs to me in my sleep every night. I know that sounds silly, but it is true.

There is an ineffable quality about my dreams, my nightmares, that makes him completely unlike any real dreams I have ever had. I do not move and I do not speak. I simply look ahead and the only thing ahead of me is the scene from that horrible picture. I see the beckoning hand, and I see smiled out dog. It talks to me. It is not a dog, of course, though I'm not quite sure what it really is. It tells me it will leave me alone if only I do as it asks.

All I must do it says is spread the word. That is how it phrases its demands. And I know exactly what it means. It wants me to show it to someone else. And I could. The week after my incident, I received in the mail a manila envelope with no return address. Inside was only a three and a half inch floppy diskette. Without having to check, I knew precisely what was on it.

I thought for a long time about my options. I could show it to a stranger, a co-worker. I could even show it to Terrence as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile. Dot Dog kept its word, I could sleep. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as a creature asked? So I did nothing for 15 years.

Though I kept the discad hidden among my things. Every night for 15 years, Smile. Dot Dog has come to me in my sleep and demanded that I spread the work. For 15 years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBC board, where I first encountered Smile.JPEG stopped posting. I heard some of them committed suicide. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most. I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. Rale.

But last summer when you contacted me and my husband about a little, In the interview, I was near the breaking point. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if smiled that dog was lying or not. I wanted it to end. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with. And I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the discette as part of your research and sealed your fate. Before you arrived, I realized what I was doing.

It was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact. I still cannot. I am ashamed of Mr. Al. And I hope that this warning will dissuade you from further investigation of Smile.JP. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I,

then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile. Dot dog's orders. Stop while you are still whole. Sincerely, Mary E. Terence contacted me later that. month, with news that his wife had killed herself.

While cleaning up the various things she'd left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message. He was a man in shambles. He wept as he told me to listen to his wife's advice. He found the discat, he revealed, and burned it until there was nothing left but a stinking pile of black plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the discette had hissed as it melted. like some sort of animate, he said.

I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with a couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers online obituaries, however, proved Mary E was indeed dead. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article. I decided that,

for a time at least, I would no further pursue the subject of Smile.Jpad, especially since I had finals coming up at the end of May. But the world has odd ways of testing this. Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E, I received another email. To JML at... From Elza Higher 82 at... Subject.

Smile. Hello. I found your email address through a mailing list. your profile said you are interested in Smile Dog. I have saw it. It is not as bad as everyone says. I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word. The final line chilled me to the bone.

According to my email client, there was one file attached called, Naturally, smile.jpeg. I consider downloading it for some time. It was most likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren't, I was never wholly convinced to Smile.JPEG's peculiar your powers. Mary's account had shaken me, yes. But she was probably mentally unbalanced anyway.

After all, how could a simple image do what Smile.jpg was said to accomplish? What sort of creature was it that could break one's mind with only the power of the eye? And if such things were patently absurd, then why did the legend exist at all? If I downloaded the image. If I looked at it. and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile. Dot Dog came to me in my dreams demanding I spread the word, what would I do?

Would I live my life as Mary had, fighting against the urge to give in until I died? Or would I simply spread the word, eager to be put to rest? And if I chose the latter out, how could I do it? Whom would I burden in turn? If I went through my earlier intention to write a short article about smile.jpeg, I decided could attach it as evidence. And anyone who read the article, anyone who took interest, would be affected. And even assuming the smile.jpeg attachment to the email was genuine,

would I be capricious enough to save myself in that matter? Could I spread the word? Yes. Yes, I could. could. You can see what Smile Dog looks like for yourself on Twitter and Instagram. At creepy pod. Spread the word.

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and we didn't stop until we collapsed. He's nearly dead and I'm breathing out my earth. A bounty has been offered and our great hunter has taken it upon himself to kill the peace. You'll get no aid from us, no food or otherwise. You'll be given two days to fulfill the contract. A helpful shopkeeper.

Once you're finished making your preparations, return here. My wife and I would be happy to have you as our guest. And a young boy. I, for one, hope you succeed, Garon. It deserves to die. Slowly for what it did. A solitary quest for vengeance and glory begins. Well, well, well, look who it be.

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