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.