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The hunter packed the last of his equipment, eagerly double-checking to see that he had everything. He was going on a big hunting trip in the woods, and would be gone all day. He couldn't wait - hunting was his passion.
After a long, exhausting (but satisfying) day, the hunter noticed it was getting dark. He was still far from home, so he decided to just spend the night in the woods - he had enough supplies. He started looking for a good place to set camp.
It was almost pitch black by the time he entered a clearing and found an old cabin in the middle of it. It was obviously uninhabited, deep in the middle of the forest as it was. Hardly believing his luck, the hunter cautiously opened the door (it was unlocked) and peered inside. It was even tinier than it looked - it was only one small room, completely bare of any furnishings. Still, it would be better than sleeping on the wet ground beneath the gaping sky.
The hunter walked inside, and as he unslung the pack from his shoulders, he was surprised to see portraits covering the walls. He was delighted - painting was his other passion in life. There were dozens of paintings, all over the walls, and they all seemed to share a common theme. The hunter peered closer at them - they were all portraits of pale, white faces against a dark background. Some of the faces looked angry, some of them looked sad. Some were young, some were old. They all seemed to be staring directly at him, although it was hard to make out details in the dark. Feeling slightly unsettled, the hunter lay down to go to sleep, promising himself that he would study them closer in the morning. The last thing he saw before going to sleep were more portraits on the ceiling, their white faces staring down at him...
The next morning, the hunter woke around dawn. He lay with his eyes closed for a bit, before suddenly remembering where he was. He also remembered - the portraits! He had to examine them closer. He sat up - and could only stare in astonishment. The portraits...were gone! Only their empty frames remained. No, that wasn't right...the hunter stepped closer to the wall, unable to believe his eyes. They weren't portraits at all. They were windows.
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?Daddy, I had a bad dream.? You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness?it?s 3:23.
?Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it??
?No, Daddy.?
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter?s pale form in the darkness of your room.
?Why not sweetie??
?Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy?s skin sat up.? For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can?t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
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If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound.
The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future.
As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again.
Of course this isn't the case, though, it?s a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and it?s simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.
Those are my favs
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The hunter packed the last of his equipment, eagerly double-checking to see that he had everything. He was going on a big hunting trip in the woods, and would be gone all day. He couldn't wait - hunting was his passion.
After a long, exhausting (but satisfying) day, the hunter noticed it was getting dark. He was still far from home, so he decided to just spend the night in the woods - he had enough supplies. He started looking for a good place to set camp.
It was almost pitch black by the time he entered a clearing and found an old cabin in the middle of it. It was obviously uninhabited, deep in the middle of the forest as it was. Hardly believing his luck, the hunter cautiously opened the door (it was unlocked) and peered inside. It was even tinier than it looked - it was only one small room, completely bare of any furnishings. Still, it would be better than sleeping on the wet ground beneath the gaping sky.
The hunter walked inside, and as he unslung the pack from his shoulders, he was surprised to see portraits covering the walls. He was delighted - painting was his other passion in life. There were dozens of paintings, all over the walls, and they all seemed to share a common theme. The hunter peered closer at them - they were all portraits of pale, white faces against a dark background. Some of the faces looked angry, some of them looked sad. Some were young, some were old. They all seemed to be staring directly at him, although it was hard to make out details in the dark. Feeling slightly unsettled, the hunter lay down to go to sleep, promising himself that he would study them closer in the morning. The last thing he saw before going to sleep were more portraits on the ceiling, their white faces staring down at him...
The next morning, the hunter woke around dawn. He lay with his eyes closed for a bit, before suddenly remembering where he was. He also remembered - the portraits! He had to examine them closer. He sat up - and could only stare in astonishment. The portraits...were gone! Only their empty frames remained. No, that wasn't right...the hunter stepped closer to the wall, unable to believe his eyes. They weren't portraits at all. They were windows.
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?Daddy, I had a bad dream.? You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness?it?s 3:23.
?Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it??
?No, Daddy.?
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter?s pale form in the darkness of your room.
?Why not sweetie??
?Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy?s skin sat up.? For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can?t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
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If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound.
The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future.
As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again.
Of course this isn't the case, though, it?s a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and it?s simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.
Those are my favs
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