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E-MAIL CORRESPONDENCE
June 2, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: General Inquiry
Hi Steven, Thank you again for the great price on this place, both Caprice and I really appreciate it. I have a general inquiry I was hoping you would be able to help me out with. When the house is really quiet, typically at night, we can hear scratching in the attic. I was thinking there might be raccoons nesting in there but I just wanted to confirm with you first in case it’s something else. Thanks again, Steven. All the best
Chris
June 3, 2011
User: steven_carter@gmail.com
To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
Subject: RE: General Inquiry
Christopher, You’re quite welcome. You and Caprice are a great couple and I’m glad I could help out. As for the scratching, it’s not something I’m aware of. As your landlord I’d be more than willing to look in to it for you if you’d like. Please let me know if the noise persists and we’ll take it from there.
Steven
June 3, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: General Inquiry
Thank you, Steven. We’ll be in touch.
June 6, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: General Inquiry
Steven, I’m just following up with that noise concern. It seems to have gotten worse these last couple of nights. I’m almost certain that it’s raccoons—big ones, too. We can hear them walking around up there, they kept me up all night. If you can provide me with the number of a pest control guy I’d be more than happy to take care of that myself. Thanks Steve,
Chris.
June 6, 2011
User: steven_carter@gmail.com
To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
Subject: RE: General Inquiry
I apologize, Chris. We did a pretty thorough inspection of the place before you moved in. I guess those little guys made their home up there around the same time as you guys got there. I’ll get that taken care of, don’t worry yourself with it. Does Thursday at around 3pm work for you? I have a guy who’s going to come check it out. Thanks
Steven
June 9, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: General Inquiry
Steven, I took a look in the attic with the guy you sent but we didn’t see anything up there. It’s quite strange, I’m not sure where the noise is coming from. Your guy took a look around but nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. I’ll try to narrow it down before I bother you with this again, my apologies.
Chris.
June 15, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: Prank Calls
Steven, We’ve been getting prank calls every night now around 4am like clockwork. We pick up and hear nothing but heavy breathing. Not many people have this new number other than some friends and family and I doubt they have anything to do with this. I’m sorry I’m coming to you with this issue but I don’t know who else to ask. Also, that noise has definitely not gone away. It sounds like something is stomping in the attic. Caprice has been scared out of her wits. I thought I heard a dog barking last night as well but that may have just been a neighborhood pet. In any case, I hate to bother you with these issues but they’ve been quite the annoyance. Thank you, Steven.
Chris.
June 16, 2011
User: steven_carter@gmail.com
To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
I’m terribly sorry to hear that you’re having these issues, Christopher. I really wish I could help you out with those phone calls but unfortunately there isn’t much I can do about that. Have you tried tracing the number? It may be some neighborhood kids playing a prank. Do you want me to send someone else to look into that noise for you?
June 18, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
Steven, These last couple of nights have been hell. I hate to put it so bluntly but this is really starting to get out of hand. The phone calls haven’t stopped and the number is not traceable at all. I called the operator and not even they could trace it. Last night the prank caller was speaking to us but in some language I’m not familiar with. Caprice had to unplug the phones just so we could get some sleep. Shortly after that, there was a banging on our door. I’m not easily scared but I’ve got to say that it made me fairly uneasy. This was again around 4am. That stomping and scratching noise is still persistent and to make things even worse, this dog barks throughout the night. My neighbor doesn’t seem to hear it so I can’t even complain because I have no idea where it’s coming from. That’s not even the end of our problems. Caprice has stated on several occasions that she’s noticed and elderly woman in our yard and in her garden. I’m really getting the feeling that we’re not welcome here, Steven, and if these problems continue then I may be forced to break our lease early.
June 18, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
Steven, I was able to trace one these calls back this afternoon. It took a little of time but we were able to trace them back to a Shaun Donato, his cell phone I guess. I wanted to clear this with you first before I called the police. Is he a neighborhood kid? I don’t want to start trouble like this but it has to stop.
June 18, 2011
User: steven_carter@gmail.com
To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
Chris, I hate to break it to you but it definitely sounds like you’re being pranked. That name you provided pretty much clarifies that for me. I should have told you earlier, but that house has some history. I don’t want to get into the specifics over e-mail so give me a call if you want to talk about it. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.
June 18, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
I was going to wait until after work to call you, Steven, but I just did a quick Google search for the name Shaun Donato and I’m not impressed. How could you not tell me that some kid killed himself in my house? Not even a year ago, no less. This is disgusting and I don’t think Amy will be able to live there when she finds this out.
June 18, 2011
User: steven_carter@gmail.com
To: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
Chris, I completely understand if you want to break the lease early. As a matter of fact, I won’t even penalize you for it. I didn’t anticipate these problems. Also, by Amy I assume you meant Caprice?
June 18, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: RE: Prank Calls
That was odd, I don’t even know an Amy. Yes, I meant Caprice, I’m not sure what happened there. In any case, I’ll talk it over with her and give you a call.
June 25, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: Thin Ice
Steven, Caprice decided that we’d give it another shot since it’s going to be hell to find another place to live. I have to tell you that I really don’t feel comfortable here anymore though and I’m definitely looking for other options. Caprice has not been herself lately. She keeps referring to herself as Amy and it’s starting to creep me out. Whenever I tell her, she doesn’t even realize. I don’t believe in the paranormal, Steven, but I know when something doesn’t feel right.
June 27, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: FWIUkjnDWP
THIS IS LAST ****ING STRAW, STEVEN. Last night I woke up to Amy screaming that there was something at the foot of our bed. There was someone standing there. I could barely make out the silhouette, but I knew, I could see it moving. It ran down the hallway SO I ****ING CHASED IT, STEVEN. I ****ING chased it to our family room, which was full of blood. DO YOU KNOW WHY, STEVEN? THERE was a ****ing DEAD DOG on our carpet. It’s guts were everywhere. What did I do, you’re probably wondering? I ****ING LOST IT, STEVEN. AMY KEPT CRYING AND TELLING ME SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE KILLED THEM! Killed who? WHO THE **** DID SHE KILL! SO HELP ME, ABALAM, I’M going to SLIT YOUR ****ING THROAT for this you piece of **** . TELL ROSS THAT I KNOW HE WAS ****ING HER! HE WAS ****ING AMY AND I KNOW IT! WHERE IS THIS SCREAMING COMING FROM!
June 27, 2011
User: christopher_ellis@gmail.com
To: steven_carter@gmail.com
Subject: Mistake
Sorry Steven. That last e-mail was a mistake. We are going to stay. We love it here. Please accept our apology. Farewell.
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My New Neighbours
About five or six months ago, my neighbour commit suicide. He was a young kid, always very polite to me when I saw him. I felt bad for him. His mother was a single parent who was constantly travelling for work. I think I've seen her a total of 3 times in the 4 years that they've been here. I can see why he would have had a hard time with that. Regardless, I don't think anyone knew he was suicidal. I wasn't given too much information about what had happened but I know it was pretty gruesome. According to the papers it was done very "ritualistically". I have no idea what that means but I do know it wasn't your typical suicide. I think he even killed his dog. The house was put up for sale shortly after the investigation. This is when things began to get strange..
The house was unoccupied for quite a while, yet on numerous occasions I would notice the upstairs light on. I swear that one time I even saw someone standing at the window--A woman, I believe. I contemplated calling police but given the amount of times I've seen the light on, It didn't really seem like a big deal, at least at the time. Things began to get stranger still. Some nights at around 4am, our doorbell would ring. I'd cautiously answer, only to find dead animals on my porch--usually birds. I'd scoop them up and throw them away because I don't know what else to do with a ****ing dead bird. This continued for about a week. I got the police involved, but with no evidence of anything, they couldn't do much. Around the same time this was happening, the electricity in my house was acting wonky. Lights would flicker, the television would change channels by itself and my computer would seem to have a mind of it's own sometimes. I'm not saying these are related, but they're definitely worth mentioning. This all seemed to stop when my new neighbours moved in.
My new neighbours seemed like a very nice couple at first. They came by to introduce themselves to us. They informed us they were renting the house. I guess it was purchased by someone else. I didn't really follow with the whole process leading up to them moving in; I had my own problems to worry about. As the weeks passed, they began acting a little strange. Chris, the husband, would come by my house like once a week, each time more flustered than the last. The first time he came by it was to complain about the barking that's been keeping him up all night. I didn't know what to tell him because I hadn't heard anything. He came by a couple of more times with the same issue, except now he was somewhat angry with me. I really tried to listen for barking but I never heard anything. I leave for work really early twice a week because my second office is quite far, usually around 5am. On multiple occasions I would see Chris pacing back and forth from his tool shed to the garage. One morning I caught him having an argument with an elderly woman on his front lawn. I'm not sure who she was. I was concerned, but I didn't do anything about it. I figured he was maybe have some problems in his marriage and that was stressing him out. Well, I was wrong.
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Chris came by my house again, except this time it was around 3am. He looked awful. His beard was grown in, his hair was unkempt and he had noticeable bags under his eyes; He was in bad shape. He started to shout that Amy was losing her mind. He proceeded to enter my house at which point I politely asked him to leave. He began to shout again, accusing me of "****ing" Amy. I was finally able to get him to leave. I was on edge for the rest of the night. A couple of nights later, again around 3am, I could hear what sounded like a chainsaw. From my bedroom window I could see Chris in the yard working on something. I watched him for a bit to try and get a better look. His clothes were absolutely covered in blood. I feared the worst at this point. Just then, Caprice came out of the back sliding door completely naked. She was screaming and yelling, and then laughing. It was quite a disturbing thing to watch. Chris walked up to her and started screaming. Amidst the screaming, I heard the name Shaun Donato being yelled out. This was the same kid I was talking about earlier who had killed himself. I was very uneasy about this whole situation, and then this happened.
Caprice pulled a knife that was sitting near the BBQ. She Cut Chris's arm pretty bad. I was in complete shock and ready to call the police until I saw him laughing. He grabbed the knife and cut her back. They are both bleeding at this point, but laughing hysterically. I could hear my daughter shuffling down the hallway. I didn't want her to see this so I walked her back to bed. When I went back to the window, they were gone. This was last night. What should I do? I'm going to c:LVEL:L:L:EFM< ;lfkwpeok
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Someone's at my back door. I'll update later ondkan wkln;adn
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a final sign-off
Death is a terrifying prospect. In a sense, it almost makes living feel obsolete; Really, what's the point? All our lives we're told to work hard, follow our dreams, raise a family just to lose it all in a second. I don't blame him, you know, I don't blame him one bit. Everyone is quick to judge but not me. I get it. It's an odd feeling knowing you're going to die. I mean sure, we are all aware of the inevitable fate that awaits us, but I'm talking about the exact second at which my world will crash around me. How do I know? Well that's simple; She told me.
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Who is she? Well that's a stupid question; She's everything. She's me, she's him, she's her, hell, she's even you. Yes, you. What, you don't believe me? Don't you for a second call me a liar! They called me a liar too but I bet they ****ing regret it now. How can they be so stupid? How can she not exist? I'm looking at her right now. Can't you see her? She's right in front of you, open your ****ing eyes! Well it makes no difference because she can see you. She watches you, just like she watches me and just as she watched him. What? You don't know who he is? Well why don't you start paying some ****ing attention then. He was the catalyst. He was the one introduced us to her. He's me, Shaun Donato.
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He's dead? Wait, who's dead? Shauns dead? Oh, I know. Like I said, I don't blame him. Wait, no no, this can't be. If Shaun is dead then who am I? John? no no no. John was married with a daughter and I don't have a daughter. Well that can't be right either. If I don't have a wife or daughter then who is it that I have shackled in the basement? Who are the ones crying for help and making my brain hurt?! WHY CAN'T I ****ING THINK IN PEACE FOR ONE GOD DAMNED SECOND!
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That's better. The bloodstains make pretty shapes when you really look at them. They remind me of when I used to lay in the field of chancellor park and watch the clouds with Amy. I wonder where she's gone? Who's Amy? Am I asking or are you? Wait, who are you? Do you exist? I don't even know any more. What's that noise? Is it rain? static? Ah, I can see her again, on my monitor this time. She wants me to let you know that it's almost time. No no, not your time, but mine. Wait wait wait, this can't be right. She is a he? No, this can't be right at all. He's getting mean again. I don't like when she throws things... no, I mean he.
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I'm not a bad person so don't judge me. Yes, you are, I can feel it. Stop it. STOP IT! No no no, they're dead! Amelia! Vanessa! What, I killed them? My own family? STOP CONFUSING ME! I don't have a family. My mom is never ****ing home and Amy is cheating on me. Don't think I don't know, Ross. I saw the text messages you mother ****er! Harley? Where's Harley? I think Amy left the back door open again, that ****ing **** .
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It's time. Farewell.
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TEXT MESSAGE LOG FOR USER SAMANTHA CROSS
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ATTENTION. ANY UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL CAUGHT ACCESSING THESE LOGS MAY BE SUBJECT TO CRIMINAL PROSECUTION. PLEASE BE ADVISED
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march 16 2011 5:18pm
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Sender: Samantha Cross
Recipient(s): 27 contacts
For anyone who doesn't already know, my parents have gone to Vancouver for a month so I'm having a little party here on Saturday. You know you want to come! BYOB. See you then!
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5:23pm
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Sender: Amy Hutchins
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
Hey girlie, count me in fo-sho! I'm with Shaun and he said to count him in as well. I'm excited! see you this weekend luv <3
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march 18 2011 3:45am
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Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
donatio mortis causa. du**** volentem fata, nolentem trahunt.
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Recipient(s): Unknown Number
lol, what? is this Josh? You loser :P You better be coming Saturday!
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march 19 2011 11:48pm
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Sender: *Shaun Donato *
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
Sam, where the hell is your bathroom? I must have done like 5 laps around your house. I asked your grandma but I guess she doesn't speak english? **** it, I'm pissing in the bushes.
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Sender: *Samantha Cross *
Recipient(s): Shaun Donato
My grandma? What the **** are you talking about dude lol no one is home. And ya, go ahead and piss in the bushes. The less people that enter the house the better!
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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
girlie, I need a little help here. Shaun is passed the **** out and I have no idea how to get home. Can you tell me how to get to the highway from your house?
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Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins
de nobis fabula narratur. North on Jane street. Left on Kirby Road. Keep driving. You will know when you have found what you are looking for.
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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
WOW, are you wasted or what?! lol. Well from what I managed to gather from that cryptic excuse for a text, I think I'm going the right way. Get some sleep!
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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
luv, I could really use a friend right now. I'm assuming you're at work since you're not answering. Please call me back when you can. It's about Shaun. He's acting really strange. I was over earlier today and he just ****ing snapped. He threatened me with a knife and he hit me. I don't know what to do. I don't want to get him in trouble with the police but he's really scaring me. You think he found out about me and Ross? It was just that one time. I want to come clean but I'm really scared of what he'll do, you should have seen him. I need you right now girlie, please call me.
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Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins
repetitio est mater studiorum. What seems to be the problem, little Amy? Does it frighten you when you're not in control? You did lie to him, after all. Perhaps you deserved it. Perhaps he should have used that knife on you instead. Perhaps he should have cut up that pretty face of yours and let you bleed like the whore you are. Shaun deserves better than a lying **** like you. He's like me now. He's been chosen. Maybe I'll make my move and **** him in the bed you two have laid in. We can get off to the thought of you hanging by your feet, gutted, bleeding out in the basement. Your moans for help will set the tone as we climax together. Whore. You'll get yours. Mulier est hominis confusio.
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Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
... please tell me that some ****ing ******* from your work has your phone. Samantha, I'm really emotional right now and I did not need to read that. Please make this right. Tell whoever that was that they are a ****ing ******* and call me back. I have no one else to turn to.
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Sender: *Amy Hutchins *
Recipient(s): Samantha Cross
Look, I know we haven't spoken in awhile but I did consider you a friend once so I figured you deserved to know this. Shauns dead. He killed himself.
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May 11 2011 11:35pm
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Sender: Samantha Cross
Recipient(s): Amy Hutchins
The time has come, whore. repetitio est mater studiorum. The squeaking floor boards, the whistling wind, the chill running down your spine; You would do well not to dismiss any of it. Don't run for you cannot be saved. 1165 66d repetitio est mater studiorum AMY I'M SORRYd ldkmwl k
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April 10, 2011
My name is Shaun and these are the final days of my life. These moments of sanity are fleeting and I will use them to document my experiences. My hope is that someday someone will read this and know the truth. It appears that someone is you. I'm not asking that you believe what you read here, but instead that you at least have an open mind about it. You are all I have now.
I have no logical explanation for what is happening to me. My memories are fragmented and I don't know what's real any more. My emotions change like I have some kind of personality disorder and I find myself drifting in and out of paranoid delusions. A couple of days ago I may have attributed these issues to something medical--Schizophrenia, I don't know. Now I only wish that were the case. I fear that the reality may be far worse.
I know you're probably thinking that the easy solution would be to seek help. Unfortunately, it's not that simple. I've tried, believe me. As soon as the thought so much as enters my mind, I begin to.. change. It's difficult to put into words. It starts with a mild headache and I become confused, almost like when you walk into a room to grab something but then forget what it was you went in there for. I then become enraged, breaking things and inflicting pain upon myself. I remember this clearly when I calm down, but I feel as if I wasn't the one doing it. It's like I'm being manipulated, or controlled even. I haven't been able to leave, not just my house, but this cellar. It's dark, damp and I don't even remember coming down here. The light from the laptop is all I have. The cobwebs, the trail of old sticky pop on the floor, the dust floating across my monitor; I'd almost rather have it off.
I can hear my dog, Harley, whimpering on the other side of the door. He's probably starving and there isn't much I can do about it. I find myself talking to him, pleading to open the door or get help. I know, it's stupid, right? It's all I have right now. I probably sound fairly composed; I'm not. Writing this to you sort of helps me feel less.. alone, so thank you, whoever you are, for keeping me company.
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April 13, 2011
I need help. I've done terrible things and I'm losing a lot of blood. I killed Harley. I killed him with my own hands and enjoyed it. WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH ME! WHY IS SHE DOING THIS TO ME!
...She's standing in front me. I can barely see her because it's dark, but I can make out her silhouette. She's been there for hours and I'm afraid to move. Her hair is long and hangs in front of her face. She moves like she has mechanical parts and she shrieks.... oh god, when she shrieks. She's not human, that much is clear.
In my delusions she speaks to me. She puts her head next to my ear and speaks to me. Her musk is strong, like nothing I've smelt before. Her black thick hair contrasts her pale face. Her voice is low, raspy and sounds forced. She speaks in a foreign language, what I imagine to be Latin. What's weirder still is that I understand her. She tells me I'm the catalyst, the one who will spread the word of the harvest.
She`s staring at me now.
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April 20, 2011
I'm cut open. It hurts to type because my fingernails have been ripped off from scratching at the cement wall. The computer says it's the 20th. This is the first break from the madness in nearly 10 days. I'm afraid I'm defeated. She hasn't beenldd''
tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis. Goodbye, my friend.
timor mortis conturbat me. peccavi. pede poena claudo. imperium in imperio.
terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.
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From: Eileen_Donato@remax.com
To: shaun_donato@hotmail.com
Subject: What did I tell you?
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Shaun, honey, what did I tell you about talking about our personal life in your little blog? I don't need the world knowing our problems so please keep me out of it. What kind of Pen Name is that anyway? Kind of morbid don't you think? Bloodstains?
Anyway, I'll be back on the 6th of next month. Please make sure the house is clean.
Love you.
mom.
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