I found an audio cassette tape at the door of my basement one day; black, with damage, dirt, and decay. And towards evening, I put the cassette into my old sound
system and listened on headphones. It was distorted to say the least, teeming of crackles and hisses and whitenoise. But within, between those sounds I
could hear "others". I started hearing the voice of a young girl whispering, "I have a halo made out of thorns, and my legs are that of a jackal....find me."
I wan't entirely sure if that was what it said, but it made sense nonetheless. There was a deep dreading sensation in the air then, smelling of a forest, of the
dirt of the earth, skin both burning and freezing. When I started trembling, the phone rang, it was somehow louder than usual, and so when I listened, she said, "I
want to see you through the veins. Follow my sound to the labyrinth." And so I did, as I murmured her very voice that day.
I woke up in the middle of the night, 3am to be specific, and logged onto my gmail.com account. There was an email in my inbox with this image, and a link
that opened several programs I didn't have. I was on a page called TSALALNET.+++, and saw that there was a store for music. Clicking on the link, I saw the
tape cassette I found available, along with others involving album covers made out of thin fleshy materials, teeth, and what looked to be cryptic images of
family gatherings with faces crossed out. I hovered my cursor over the cassette link and then a sharp tone pierced my front lobe, hinting at another page I
was going to look through.
A window popped up, black background flashing different shades of darkness with sharp strobes in between. Images on what appeared to be a video outlining a
history of "family portraits and parties" through out the years, of what appeared to be a deer giving birth to a human, visa versa with a goat, necrophiia
with the bodies of animal headed children, and more.
The video continued to show a tour of a basement, with a young boy with no eyes and face running around, shouting incohorently, excited to show off the
place. The camera man then goes into a stable, glowing with oil lamps and candles surronding a deathly skinny woman. She had countless animals surrounding
her, having them nurse on the wounds and holes, as they wailed as though in terror. A man covered in black tar and tattered clothes drags her into a Goetic
circle, as crackling music boxes, trumpets, chants, and drums sound in the room loudly. They have her children, gnaw and scratch away at her flesh. The
scene escalates to mayhem, as hounds and small predator animals and birds violate her flesh, revealing several small fetuses, black and shivering.
The images go out as the sounds and awful music continue, until the final three minutes are of a family gathering of the basement inhabitants staring and
gazing at the camera, chewing and eating sounds loud as their mouths shook strongly. They were not quite human, not quite animal, not quite natural. I
blacked out after the final scene, only to find my phone, computer and other such devices charred and black, and scratches all over my body.
I regret finding her.
share the link... pictures or it didn't happen
>>18312438
What's your mom doing in the basement?
>>18312465
nah
Tripfag roleplaying again.
wow this is shit.
>>18312919
you're a terrible writer
>>18312438
What listening to Young And In The Way feels like.