Saturday, September 3, 2011


That black cloud is going to be coming anytime.

I've thought this out. I'm going to the Grove. I thought about doing it the other day when there was that bad storm.

and i think I've denied everyone of this for long enough so let's just get it over with:

That's the clearest I could get a cropped version of Todd's picture.

I'm sorry if I couldn't solve everything or if I led to disappointments. But if I count off the ordinances, I'm finished anyways. it's just a matter of when.

Again, might as well get it over with.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

From Catherine C.

"Weird name for it. I mean, I guess this must be the same thing I've been seeing. I had a couple experiences with the thing when I was a kid, and sometimes I have recurring nightmares about it (my experience was actually a lot like that guy Chris's. Same thing about not being able to remember at first, blacking out, panic attacks, vomiting, etc.) Whenever I have the nightmares, the image is preceded by a feeling of intense horror, dread, disgust, and rage. Like the embodiment of the antithesis of everything you've ever thought was good in life. At the same time, there's this sort of bizarre attraction to it. In the dreams, whenever I would try to look directly at it, my eyes would water and my vision would go blurry for a second, but when it came into focus, I immediately woke up needing to vomit. I don't know what the hell it is or why it insists on fucking around with people if it doesn't want to eat them, but if the whole conspiracy about Morgan Park is true, that is seriously a shock to me. The whole thing sounds like a really interesting episode of the X-Files. Yeah, and here I am rambling, but the point of emailing you is that I actually have a picture somewhere. I used to take photos of EVERYTHING when I was a kid, and I still have it. It's over at my dad's house, and as soon as I get the chance to visit him I'll go dig it out. Unless it gets destroyed by flood water or disappears or something. Who knows, all sorts of mysterious crap is happening to other people's photographs, apparently. I've never shown it to anyone before, you'll be the first.

Happy hunting,

I would be interested in seeing this photo.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

From Jared

"Hi Cliff.
Listen, I don't know how much help this is... Or even if it's really related, but i stumbled on to these Seedeater stories not long ago and it reminded of others I've heard, specifically stories from the "dreamtime".
I'm from Australia and the natives here often share their tales of creation and learning with us. One that stood out was about a creature called the Quinkin. The cave drawings and tales of the creature are vaguely comparable to that of the seedeater experiences and they have similar habits/features; they hunted in remote areas, specifically targeted children, they hid in tree branches and between rocks, they were tall and thin, very dark skinned, had matted hair. Quinkins however, weren't known for the ragface, (their odour is also never mentioned) but these stories came from thousands upon thousands of years ago so maybe it changed since then? Maybe It never felt the need to don the mask here? I'm not entirely sure if they're connected or if anyone has already shared this with you, yet i felt as though i should draw your attention to at least a similar creature here in Australia."

Thursday, July 7, 2011

From Unknown Sender

"Hello Cliff.

Do you know why you haven't been attacked yet? Do you know why you are still alive? Surely your ego isn't so exorbitant as to expect some sort of special treatment.

You are a rule breaker bent on continuing to break the rules, and because of this, you will face it one day.

But you are still alive. I will tell you why.

The creatures are not aware of what a "blog" is, anymore than they are aware of what the internet is. Such matters do not concern them. But they are aware of YOU. This I am sure of. They are a hive mind. They share one consciousness. While there are many of them, it is as if they were one. As soon as one learned of your existence, they all have. But, you are still alive. You have altered the hunt, but you still breathe. This is because you started a chain reaction.

The rules do not come from a book. The rules are much older than any 20th century publication. Many people disappeared to establish these rules and you mock them. But it is in your mocking that you are guaranteed your survival...for now.

Those of us that survive after altering the hunt only live because others suffer. Before the internet, when the creatures were a mystery, whispers of their existence were occasionally heard. Those that tell the story remain immune because they do not just alter the hunt...they expand it. This "Richard" is another example. You have allowed for people to become victimized by the creatures. Because of you, unimaginable alterations have been made...leading to more disappearances.

Why they attack children, none of us know. Innocence and fear are abstract concepts. They have nothing to do with the hunt. Your guess that they use the children for some sort of nourishment is probably correct. The why is not important. The name is not important- they have been given many names throughout history.

You have chosen to meddle in the affairs of demons. Why, I do not know. You could stop now and perhaps you would be spared. I will not encourage you to stop because I am curious to see how far they may be tested. You are not the first of your kind, but you have persisted longer than any of us. When the sightings start, they will never stop. Even when they stop hunting someone, they never stop watching. They are waiting for something.

Do you know why the creature bares a mask? You will."

I received this in my email. I have replied to the sender with the following response:

"I'm not sure if you're intending this to be some sort of threat. However, you seem to have some knowledge about the Seed Eater(s) - at least, more knowledge than I do in certain areas. Is there anything else you would like to share?"

Either way you look at it, it seems that this sender knows, or at least senses, that there is more than one Seed Eater. If this is true, then the certainty of this being a global phenomenon is secured.

Monday, July 4, 2011

From Chris

"Hey there...I'm not sure how to start this.

When I was 10 I lived in Virginia in a small suburb. My bedroom had a window that overlooked my neighbor's backyard, and I remember always being creeped out or even terrified by that window.

One day I remember hearing a gurgling noise outside my window, a long distance down as if something in my neighbor's backyard was making it. I looked outside and saw something, then blacked out. I forgot what I'd seen and I guessed assumed at the time that it had been a dream or daydream.

Some time later my friend came over and as we played in my room he got uneasy and told me about a dream he'd had where he'd looked out of the window and saw something. As he described it, I suddenly remembered seeing it myself. I had a panic attack and started throwing up.

That was eleven years ago. A little bit ago, I was browsing around on a board where we were talking about weird experiences, and I posted my story. Someone else linked me your blog and I nearly threw up again when the pictures and things on the blog were almost exactly what I remembered seeing.

I'm not sure if you're still working on the blog, but I had to get this off my chest. I'm having to fight back panic as I type. This is 100% true.



Wednesday, June 22, 2011

From Jason

A person by the name of Jason sent this into me. It appears to be a letter advertising this blog. I did not commission this.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Because of Mr. Laramie's blatant refusal to my request earler, I decided to undertake some research of my own. What I found seemed largely underwhelming.

Through word of mouth, rumour had proposed that in the 1970's and 80's there were experiments carried out in the fields outside of Brightmount. These were tests to conduct lightning for purposes of demonstrating the capabilities of different designs of lightning rods. One particular type, what they referred to as the dissapator, was meant to scatter lightning rather than absorb and ground it. The result was an event that caused the facility to burn to the ground. The people I spoke to seemed largely convinced that this happened, and even said that the records of the experiments can be found in the public access of the town archive in the library.

Initially, I was unsure as to what relation this had to the Seed Eater, until someone pointed out to me that, "the kids are taken after the lightning strikes. Always." This made me reconsider much of what I knew about the Seed Eater. I believe that we've finally detected a pattern. The lightning is a harbinger of sorts. It doesn't happen every thunderstorm, but when it does happen, it comes after the lightning.

Also, we must consider the "black cloud" described. It is my belief that it disguises itself in the storm - using it as a type of camouflage. The Seed Eater appears during or after a storm, maybe hoping that it goes unnoticed, and it quietly takes someone.

Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Someone has recently brought this website to my attention:

I did, in fact, attend school with Max Ockerman. I have sent him a message requesting the picture of me that he posted to be taken down, along with the link to my Facebook account.

Please disregard this website. This man does not know anything about me. I do not associate with him.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

From Kristoffer

"I think I know about the being who you are talking about. In my town that I lived in as a child, we have a legend about a man named ‘den sydd mannen’. They say that a man living in the woods with a face that always falls apart. He must find the children to provide him with young flesh to remain alive.

I never saw the creature. I only heard of in legends. My father said he saw it many years ago, but I can not confirm that story because my father has died.

I do not know if this story is any help to you at all, Cliff Howry.

Sent by Kristoffer."

Monday, June 6, 2011

Returning to The Grove

I went back to The Grove today. Earlier, I spoke with the mother of the victim. She reported the following story:

The mother, a resident across the street from the park, was seated on a nearby bench, watching her son at the playground around 9:30 pm on the 31st of May. She returned to the house, mere metres away, for reasons she did not disclose. When she returned, her son was gone.

She recalled something she described as a "big black cloud" that swept away, unnaturally over top of the trees. "It kind of turned on itself and disappeared with a little flash of red light" she said, "there was a loud sound like thunder and then it was gone."

When I visited the park today, it was empty. Nobody has been in or out of the park in the past few days, except the maintenance worker, who has tried trimming the grass. But I hear no news about this occurrence. The mother is the only one who testifies about it, and she told me personally. I am unaware who else knows.

Unlike what one might expect for something typically considered a "crime-scene", there was no blood. There were no footsteps leading off into the trees, nor any markings or damage to the equipment.

There is a cluster of trees beyond the swingset. I assume this is where the cloud sighting occurred. I am, as of yet, unaware of any connections to this cloud that the mother is describing. Then again, this could be unrelated to the Seed Eater entirely. However, judging on the lack of investigation, the sudden silence on the matter, and the suspicious details of the disappearance, I think my assumption is a safe guess.

The Grove is near the edge of the town, bordering near the train tracks and the road out. The woodland area nearby goes on for quite a distance. The Seed Eater could be anywhere.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Vlog 1

The first actual vlog I have done. It deals with the subject matter of the last blog post.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Final Photos of Todd Cade

I have to confess that I've been keeping major secrets.

You may have noticed, in the months that have passed, that I haven't been updating the blog as often as I once did. Many of you emailed me, asking if I've gone anywhere or if anything has happened to me. I assure you that I'm safe. I've told you that I've just run dry on news -- but this isn't the truth. In fact, it is far from it.

For much of this year so far, I've been editing and compiling a major project. My goal was to help another individual put together the best recollection possible of their encounter with the Seed Eater. It reveals many details about the encounter.

The resulting report is a twenty-something page "novelisation" of sorts.

Click here to download the PDF file.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

From Unknown

This came from a user named "yerregfg", whose account apparently does not exist.

"I remember when once, when I was around five years old, my parents took me to a picnic in the forest. Halfway through the picnic, I remember I wandered off to see something in the woods. I went up to it and said "Hello, what's your name?". It smelled kind of weird. It didn't answer at all. I poked it with my fingers and when I did, it would always just turn it's head really fast and look at me, then slowly turn it's head back to my parents. I was too scared to touch it after that. I still think it was incredibly strange that my parents didn't notice me gone for almost an hour. My parents finally started packing everything up, and I told it "Sorry, I have to go now". It didn't respond, just kept staring at my parents. I remember feeling a strange attachment to it, not wanting to leave it. When they started calling my name, I finally just walked up to them and left. I still remember drawing around three or four pictures of it and putting them in my closet. I felt so sad that I wasn't close to it. It came to me in my dreams though, sometimes. It was recurring. I saw it. I don't know where I was. I was in the fabric of dreaming, a blank canvas. Everything was purple and pink and wavering and mixing together but only out of the corner of my eye. I feel so scared right now as i'm typing this. Just, a really big weight of fear at the bottom of my stomach. Not paranoia or dread. Just fear. I don't want to talk about it any more. I'm so scared right now. I have to leave oh god im so scared

Alright then i just got my camera and went aroudn my house and took a video. it made me feel better. i am now seeing a flicker of a pale shadow on the carpet out of the corner of my eye. i think it is a censor. i feel very scared when i type this. it is trying to get me to stop typing this but i wont and it flickers again and again as i try to quell it. i say in my mind that it will go away and it flickers.i don't feel scared now. there is no more flickering. now i feel dread. i feel what i can only describe as the calm before the storm. a feeling grim acceptance and compromise mixed with dread. i feel weird. i want to throw up but i have no nausea. i feel so sad. there is a lump in my throat and i want to cry and throw up at the same time. i'm gagging right now. i think i have hunger pains. it's like when you do't eat anything for a while and then you feel sick. i keep looking back at my window. i don't know why. i don't really want to do anything right now. i just want to lay down and sleep for a long time. a very long time. this is all real and that is what makes it so unbearable. the picnic was real the man was REAL NAD HE HAS A LONG WHITE FACE AND ONE EYE STITCHED SHUT i fee lso scared again i want to leave oh god im leaving "