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Night 25: There's something sinister above Kentucky. by u/darthvarda

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Is there such a thing as “conscious” darkness? by darthvarda

I received this series of messages a day ago from a friend of a friend. I have no idea what they’re talking about or why they reached out to me for help. Haven't heard from them since. Any thoughts?

Hey. Sorry to bother you so late, but I have a question. It’s urgent. And, to be completely honest, I’m scared, and I thought maybe you could help.

It started on Monday, after the eclipse. I woke up around three in the morning and drove over to Hopkinsville, Kentucky. That day just started off different, like there was something in the air—something strange—and there were a lot of people, too many people, all looking up, excited, ready.

Me? Well, with all that eclipse panic, I was honestly a little apprehensive. I heard everything—all the predictions and the hypothesis and the theories, all garbled into one string of horrifying nonsense. Of course, I didn’t believe any of it, but there was a voice—tiny and quiet—deep, deep down inside me that whispered what if…

But, just like every doomsday prediction ever, every end of the world hub-bub, just like always, nothing happened, and I—we—were spared all those what-ifs.

Totality at Hopkinsville was a little over two and a half minutes, just like they said it was going to be. And it was fucking awesome. Very creepy, very, very cool. Honestly, life-changing and I’d recommend it to everyone.

Well, I decided to wait until a bit later to drive home, until the traffic had died down, and had just plopped into my car and pulled out of the field the farmers were using as a makeshift parking lot when I saw them in the rearview mirror.

Eyes.

Jaundiced, too-big, slightly drooping. They were staring at me from the darkness of the backseat. And surrounding them was a darkness so thick it looked like I could take a big scoop out of it and swallow it whole. But it wasn’t a formless mass; it was definitely a silhouette of a large person.

I quickly flicked on my overhead lights and the thing melted, straight down to the bottom of the floor. I was too afraid to glance back; I didn’t want to crash, but I was also afraid that I might see those eyes, down there, by my feet, staring back at me.

I slept with the lights on that night.

Over the course of the next day, I convinced myself that what I had seen was just some trick of the shadows or maybe weird hallucination brought on by viewing the eclipse. A string of what-ifs rose up again in my mind, but I beat them all back with logic and light, lots of light.

But then, two days after I first saw the eyes in my car, I saw them again. In my house. In my bedroom.

I was just getting ready to pass out and had turned everything off for the night. Everything except my TV, which was playing an episode of Monsters. The dim glow from the show lit my room well enough that I could see around it. And there, right there in the corner, was the black mass and two staring, jaundiced yellow eyes.

I blinked, trying to assure myself that there was nothing really there, hoping that when I looked back they would be gone. But instead of disappearing, the eyes had moved nearly halfway across my room.

I sat up and turned on my light. I was fucking terrified. You know how when you turn on the light, it immediately—like instantaneously—illuminates the surrounding area? Yeah, no. This thing, this darkness, flickered for a moment, like the light surprised it or annoyed it or scared it, then—I swear to god—took one, two, three steps back, into the darkness right behind my bedroom door and sunk-in.

I could still see its eyes, peeking out at me from around the edge of the door, watching, waiting. I didn’t dare take my own eyes off of it until about three in the morning, when it finally disappeared and I finally passed out.

One sec. There’s a cat meowing outside my window. I think it’s my neighbor’s. Be right back.

Back.

It was nothing. Or maybe it was just the wind. Or maybe the cat left. She does that.

Anyway. That wasn’t the last time I saw this darkness with the eyes. I saw it for nights afterwards, always in my periphery, always was inching its way towards me, slowly, slowly, like it knew I knew it was there, but didn’t care.

And yet, every time I looked over at it, it either stopped completely and just stared back or submerged itself back into the shadows. Despite this, I could tell as the days went on that it was getting bolder.

Last night, while I was watching Swamp Thing, trying to stay awake which was hard since I was lying down lengthwise on my couch. I was debating whether or not to go grab some chips from the kitchen when I saw it, near the bottom of my darkened bedroom doorway, squatting there watching me.

I locked eyes with it, unable to move, too afraid to breath. I figured we would stay like that for a while, eyes locked, but then it did something it’s never done before—at least not while I was looking.

It gently lowered itself to the floor so that what I assume was its stomach was flat against it. And then, like a grotesque nightmare worm, it started to slide its way towards me, its head angled up unnaturally so the eyes were still staring at me.

I watched, horrified, my mouth open, as it slunk and squirmed and slithered its way towards me and around the couch. I thought it was going to come right at me, for me, but instead it slid around the corner of the couch, to the back of it, behind it.

Not able to see it anymore, I pressed myself into the couch, hoping that it was gone for the night, until I saw something out of the corner of my eye and looked up.

The thing had raised itself over the back of my couch and was peering at me from above. Its eyes were maybe a foot and a half away from my own, bloodshot, wired, crazed.

I couldn’t move…it was like I was hypnotized or something, but I couldn’t move. And I couldn’t scream.

I watched in horror as the eyes, the darkness, lowered itself, like it was observing me. Suddenly there was a twitch, a flicker underneath its eyes. And then, slowly, like a zipper being opened, two thin slits of darkness unpeeled.

The mother fucker was grinning—

Holy shit!

Someone’s at the door. Asshole goddamn near gave me a heart attack. Hang on. Gonna go peek, be right back.

Back.

It’s a dude in a suit. A dirty suit. Looks like he’s been rolling around in the mud and rain. And there’s odd perturbance near his hip, underneath his jacket—maybe a gun, a Glock? But that’s not all—

He’s alone.

If he were FBI wouldn’t he have a partner, a badge, a car? Would he park the car around the corner like a cop? He honestly doesn’t look like a cop. He looks worried. Angry.

Or maybe I’ve been watching too many paranormal thrillers. Maybe he’s just some guy.

Dear sweet baby Jesus. He won’t stop knocking.

Fine. I’ll go see what he wants.

Be right back.

That’s it. And I don’t know what to make of it.

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Chasm

Gertrude woke up one Wednesday with a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was sweaty, shaky, scared. A quick, cold shower and cup of steaming tea later, and she still wasn’t feeling any better.

She decided to take a walk. A long one through the woods. Felt that maybe it’d ease her mind or, at the very least, allow her to burn off some of the adrenaline that was still coursing through her system.

It was there, deep within the trees, that it hit her like a dozen stones all thrown at once, like she’d just won some sort of sick lottery: Bilbo. He was missing. Bilbo was her cat. A feisty grey and black Tabby. She’d gotten him for free a couple years ago from a little girl with a box full of his siblings outside her local Kroger chain.

Gertrude started to cry. She couldn’t believe that she’d forgotten. Bilbo was her everything. Bilbo had never not come home before. Something must’ve happened to him, she thought, unable to stop herself. Something bad.

And, just as those two terrible words were spinning around and around inside her head, she heard it. It was faint, but it was there.

Meow.

“Bilbo?”

Gertrude spun on the spot, looking desperately through the trees for a flash of grey fur or a twinkling black eye.

Meow.

“Bilbo?!” There was a sort of desperation in her voice, a worry that she couldn’t quite contain. “Billy-boy, where are you?”

Meow.

“Bilbo, come here—” And then she stopped. Because she finally saw it.

A chasm.

About six feet wide and too deep. Gertrude rushed over, expecting the worst, not at all prepared for what she actually found.

Nothing.

She pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight and flicked it toward the gaping darkness.

Still nothing.

Meow.

The chasm was endless, vantablack all the way down.

“Bilbo?”

Meow.

There was something off about it, something wrong. Like it was a programming error, a glitch in the landscape, like she wasn’t supposed to be seeing it at all.

Meow.

Bilbo was definitely down there. And he was stuck.

Gertrude looked around. She was alone in the forest. Night was falling fast. She cleared her throat, ran a trembling hand through her hair, then made up her mind.

She sat down at the edge of the chasm, scooted herself forward, and fell.

And then—

Gertrude woke up one Wednesday with a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach—

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Me gusta trabajar con un solo color. Ideal para aprovechar la lana que ya tengo. #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #bordadoargentino #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #sustentable #diseñosustentable #embroiderydesign #byvarda #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #accesorios #accesory #mandala #Buddihism #budismo (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B995cQ0l0Xe/?igshid=px593qnhlpbz

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Otro work in progress! #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #bordadoargentino #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #sustentable #diseñosustentable #embroiderydesign #byvarda #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #accesorios #accesory #mandala #Buddihism #budismo (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9LG1nNFWbq/?igshid=1rmez539zfgzb

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En los detalles... #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #bordadoargentino #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #embroiderydesign #mandala #Buddihism #budismo #byvarda #india #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #doityourself #DIY https://www.instagram.com/p/B84eTxllMFq/?igshid=s8w9umb5at8j

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Color y más color! Y tengo un vicio. Amo bordar con lana. Si bien me compré un montón de hilos #anchor, admito que sigo bordando con lana. #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #craft #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #embroiderydesign #mandala #Buddihism #budismo #byvarda #india #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #doityourself #DIY (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7_rILeFyYR/?igshid=1g5vnzn5lktj8

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Más mandalas. Mar paciencia. #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #craft #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #embroiderydesign #mandala #Buddihism #budismo #byvarda #india #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #doityourself #DIY (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7_qp0LFeqf/?igshid=jb0r68hx768t

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El bordado es una técnica que me hace dejar los problemas atrás y ver todo con nuevos ojos. #embroidery #bordado #handcraft #handmade #craft #crafts #hechoamano #fashion #varda #darthvarda #design #diseño #embroiderydesign #mandala #Buddihism #budismo #indi #india #bordadomexicano #mexicanembroidery #handembroidery #handembroiderydesign #hechoamanoarg #doityourself #DIY (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6uKwFEFhZx/?igshid=vk4iv0qb34eb

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Hoy hay milanesas! Primeriz@ en cocina? Es fácil, vamos aprendiendo juntos. ¿Qué compramos? Bola de lomo, pecto o cuadrada. Me encanta el pecto porque no tiene grasa. Dependiendo de la cantidad yo para medio kilo uso tres huevos, ajo cortadito y perejil. Opcional: cilantro, queda un aromita alimonado rico. Sal y pimienta al gusto. Pasar la carne por la mezcla y empanar con pan rallado. Lo ideal es dejarlas unas horas en heladera con la mezcla para que tome más gusto pero si estás apurado las haces así nomás. Ahí al aceite bien caliente. Podes probar con un poco de pan rallado mezclado con huevo tipo croqueta y ves cómo está la temperatura. Así te salen bien crocantes y sin tanto aceite. Vuelta y vuelta en la sartén y listo. Si te sobro aceite podes colarlo y guardarlo en la heladera. No sugiero usarlo más de dos veces. Carne de vaca/pollo/cerdo a gusto Huevos (2 o 3) Ajo Perejil (o cilantro) Sal Pimienta Pan rallado Aceite para cocinar #recetas #milangas #milanesas #schnitzel #meat #carte #recipe #cuisine #cocinaargentina #darthvarda #vardarecetas #salado (en Mar del Plata, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fOS4uFr9C/?igshid=1tedb4awca19r

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Night 22:

Something escaped from Beinecke Library. by  u/darthvarda