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  2. Jonestown Bartender

    Depressed.

    By Jonestown Bartender,

    We want adventure but there's nowhere left to explore.
     
    We want community but exist,shoe-horned into massive cities, surrounded by people but utterly, utterly alone.
     
    We strive to find love, for most of us it will never come, and for those who do, will find the loss of it was worse than never having had it at all.
     
     
     
     
    Everything about the modern human experience is ######ed up and things were even worse before :\
  12. Jonestown Bartender
    OH NO THE CHINESE ARE COMING IT'S THE END OF THE COUNTRY!!
    OH NO THE RUSSIANS/JEWS ARE COMING IT'S THE END OF THE COUNTRY!!
    OH NO THE GERMANS ARE COMING IT'S THE END OF THE COUNTRY!!
    OH NO THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING AGAIN IT'S THE END OF THE COUNTRY!!
    OH NO THE MEXICANS ARE COMING IT'S THE END OF THE COUNTRY!!
     
     
     
    1840-Present day
     
    yeah...
     
     
    Immigration never hurt anyone.
     
    Fix'd, thanky V.
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    Wondering

    By Jonestown Bartender,

    Does pollution drive evolution?
     
    I think it might.
     
    I'm not saying dumping ###### into rivers is okay but there may be a brighter side to it.
     
     
     
     
    What do you guys think?
     
     
    Please don't flame, if you don't believe in evolution say so politely or please don't post.
  20. Jonestown Bartender
    This is an old eastern European ghost story.
     
     
     
     
     
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    Once upon a time there were twin girls, Stela and Sorina. They were brave little girls, and had no fear of the dark, nor of spiders and other crawling things. Where other young ladies and even young boys would cower, Stela and Sorina would walk with their heads held high. They were good girls, obedient to their mother and father and to the word of God. They were the best children a mother could ask for, and this was their undoing.
     
    One day, Stela and Sorina were out with their mother gathering berries from the forest. Their mother bid them stay close to her, and they listened, as they were good children. The day was bright and clear, and even as they walked closer to the center of the forest the light barely dimmed. It was nearly bright as noon when they found the tall man.
     
    The tall man stood in a clearing, dressed as a nobleman, all in black. Shadows lay over him, dark as a cloudy midnight. He had many arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He did not speak, but made his intentions known.
     
    Their mother tried not to listen, but she could no more disobey the tall man than she could forget how to breathe. She walked into the clearing, her daughters shortly behind her. "Stela," she said, "take my knife, and cut a circle on the ground big enough to lie in." Stela, who was not afraid of the tall man, nor afraid of the quiver in her mother's voice, obeyed what her mother said. "Sorina," the mother said, "take the berries and spread them in the circle, and crush them underfoot until the juice stains the earth." Though Sorina wondered why her mother asked her to do such a thing, she obeyed, because she was a good girl.
     
    "Stela," the mother said, "lie in the circle."
     
    Stela, though she worried she might stain her clothes, did as her mother asked.
     
    "Sorina," the mother said, and bid Sorina cut her sister open with the knife.
     
    Sorina could not; would not.
     
    "Please," her mother said. "If you don't, it will be worse. So much worse."
     
    But Sorina could not, and she threw the knife away and ran home, crying. She hid under her bed, afraid for the first time in her life. She waited until her father came home from the fields, and told him of the terrible thing she had found in the woods. Her father comforted her, and told her she would be safe. He went to the woods, his axe in hand, and as he commanded, she stayed by the hearth, waiting for his return.
     
    After some time she fell asleep. When she woke, it was to the sound of knocking on her door at the darkest hour of the night. "Who is there?" she said.
     
    "It is your father," the knocker said.
     
    "I don't believe you!" said Sorina.
     
    "It is your sister," the knocker said.
     
    "It cannot be!" said Sorina.
     
    "I am your mother," said the knocker, "and I told you it would be worse." And the door, locked tight before her father left, fell open as if it had been left ajar. And her mother stepped in, her sister's head clutched in one bloody hand, her father's in the other.
     
    "Why?" wept Sorina.
     
    "Because," said her mother, "there is no reward for goodness; there is no respite for faith; there is nothing but cold steel teeth and scourging fire for all of us. And it's coming for you now."
     
    And the tall man slid from the fire, and clenched Sorina in his burning embrace. And that was the end of her.
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    The Rake

    By Jonestown Bartender,

    During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.
     
    Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.
     
    In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.
     
    The Rake
     
    A Suicide Note: 1964
     
    As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.
     
    Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.
     
    ‘Dearest Linnie,
    I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
     
    A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
     
    I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).
     
    A Mariner’s Log: 1691
     
    He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.
     
    From a Witness: 2006
     
    Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
     
    At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
     
    After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
     
    My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
     
    In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.
     
    I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
     
    The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.
     
    My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.
     
    Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
     
    For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
     
    It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
     
    There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
     
    I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
     
    On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
     
    The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.
     
    I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
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