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:
Sunday, July 10, 2011
I would be interested in seeing this photo.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
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
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
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
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
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
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
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.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I was given this red book entitled "Sevescori". It seems to be a strange philosophy book that distinctly describes a creature nearly identical to the Seed Eater. It also notes what appears to be the origin of the Seven Ordinances.
Brady said that he was told the book is somewhere around eighty years old, but I think it's more likely to be around forty to fifty years in age, probably produced in a limited run - or it may be the only one of its kind. There is no copyright details, no author and no date of publication.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Yesterday, I went to the old folks home and finished what Todd Cade could not. I spoke to Brady, and acquired an extremely important artifact from him (the details of which I will put into a video soon).
It is subtitled in part because Brady has a hard time speaking because of a throat injury. Also because the recording didn't turn out nearly as good of quality as I expected.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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
"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 "