nellie

Back in the woods,
in a little ol’ town.
There sits a grave
on unholy ground.
It’s covered in leaves
and things that crawl.
Buried in weeds
and the vines that sprawl.
The light is dim
and the wind grows cold.
Her name was Nellie,
she was ten years old.
She killed her family
and fed on their fat.
She killed their dog
to feed her cat.
She haunted the neighbors
with her spells and her tricks.
She stabbed at their ankles
with nails and sharp sticks.
She danced in the shadows
to a devilish tune.
Calling up spirits,
and drawing down the moon.
She struck fear in their hearts,
on those long, lonely nights.
They locked doors and windows,
and left on their lights.
Through darkness and shadows,
and under their beds.
She’d tickle their toes
and chop off their heads.
In the County they gathered,
they came to the church.
With pitch fork and lantern
they started their search.
Long into the night,
they followed her trails.
They searched all the shadows,
and deep into wells.
When they found her half crazed,
she put up a fight.
They killed her by fire,
screams echoing in the night.
They buried her bones
on the unholy ground.
A secret they kept,
to their graves, it was bound.
If you hear it, don’t tell it,
you’ll regret if you do.
For if you dare speak it,
she’ll come back, after you.
Her grave, if you find it
and dare be so bold.
You’ll remember Nellie,
she was ten years old.

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never lonely

I’ve been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, or what most people would call Multiple Personality Disorder. I haven’t told a lot of people about it, because, well, it’s not an easy thing to talk about. And I have this constant fear of seeming like I’m seeking attention, and since I can’t prove it then it’s just kind of useless to talk about.
But there’s something that a lot of people don’t understand, is how nice being alone is. Because I haven’t felt lonely in nearly ten years now. It wasn’t as bad when I was a kid, but then things happened and it got worse. You don’t have to worry, I’m not some serial killing maniac, and I’m on meds now. But I haven’t even told my psychiatrist the whole story, and it’s only thanks to the anonymity of the internet that I can tell you guys.
I was by two people who definitely thought children should be seen and not heard. I wasn’t allowed to draw or sing or do anything that might be considered annoying. One of the few things I could do without getting yelled at was read and write. So I would come up with these fantastic worlds where I was a hero saving people from terrible monsters.
It was a really nice escape. Especially when mom and dad would start drinking. Mostly when they yelled or started hitting people, it’d be at each other. Which I preferred, especially since the other targets were me and my brother. I loved my brother, and any time we got scared, I’d put on a brave face, lock us in my room and read one of my books out loud until they went to sleep.
It was about when I was 12 that I first noticed that I wasn’t alone in my head. Maybe it was all the yelling, the hitting, and my overactive imagination, but I was really happy that I actually had a friend. Even if he was in my own head.
He called himself Vincent. I had never really heard that name before, but it was cool. He always sounded tough, and he made me feel tough too.
“Eh, you don’t need them, kid. You’re good enough on your own!” He was always so encouraging at the start.
I’d spend entire recesses just talking to him in my head. We’d find a nice corner of the playground away from the other kids and I’d tell him all about whatever book I read or how awful one of my teachers was. And he’d just listen and comment and tell me just how proud he was of me. That was something he’d always say.
‘I’m so proud of you.’
It went on until I was about 15. My brother was 11 and just about to go into 6th grade when my dad finally left my mom. He didn’t say anything, I just walked in one day and mom was crying over a picture of us from my childhood. Things turned worse after that.
Mom took up smoking too. And I’d find small burn marks on my brother’s body, and whenever I tried to confront her she’d say he was just getting careless with the stove or he must be getting picked on at school. I couldn’t prove anything, but somehow I knew that she was the one doing it. My brother was so small, and even today he’s hardly 5’5 and as skinny as a rake.
Mom didn’t try to hurt me after dad left, at least not physically. I was growing really fast and when I turned 16 I was already a foot taller than her. So she tried talking down to me, tried to make me angry or sad. But it didn’t work. Because after every single argument, Vincent would tell me that I was a good kid and I deserved better.
‘I’m so proud of you.’
It was about this time that I noticed that there were…gaps, in my memory. They were just little things, like my bookmark would be further in a book then I remember. Or my clothes would be on differently. I was a bit afraid, but Vincent told me it was him, and he was sorry. He said he couldn’t control it really, and he was just so curious about my life that he just couldn’t help but explore.
I was scared at first, but I just got used to it. People who have been in abusive relationship will understand that when someone who has so much power in your life does something weird or creepy, you just forgive them even if it’s the bad thing to do. And I guess I was just lonely and I craved attention, and he was willing to give it whenever I wanted it. It was nice for a while.
Then things just sort of snapped. My brother was home sick that day, he had a terrible cold and could hardly get out of bed. It was hard for him to keep solid foods down, and he’d thrown up a lot. I told my mom to stay sober for a single day and try to take care of him.
She was his god damn mom. She was supposed to take care of him. She was supposed to love both of us. Isn’t that what a mom is supposed to do? How could she do that to him? How could she do that to us?
There was a fire while I was at school. Started by a careless cigarette dropped on the carpet. Ruled as an accident, but even when I came home I saw that she was absolutely hammered. The fire department barely got my brother out in time to save his life. But he got severe burns. Even to this day the scars on his face and hands are the first thing people notice.
He is scarred for the rest because of that bitch. I tried to bring attention to it, I tried to do something, but no one would listen. No one ever believes me that no one I talked to tried to help. But you’d be fucking surprised at how much oversight actually happens.
I felt more hopeless that first night after the fire than I ever have. That’s when Vincent spoke to me.
‘I can help you. You’ve helped me. I can make you happy. Can I make you happy?’
I hardly cared anymore, so I just blacked out. We were in a crappy hotel, my mom asleep on the bed next to me when I went out.
And when I woke up, she wasn’t there. I thought she just went out to get more booze or to talk to the insurance people about collecting on our house. I skipped school and visited the hospital. My brother wasn’t awake yet but I liked to think that maybe he could hear me when I started to read to him again. I read his favorite, the Lord of the Rings, and I even made voices for each character like I did when he was small.
When I got home, mom still wasn’t back. Again, i didn’t think anything of it. I was actually relieved.
But after a few days, I started to get worried. I was kicked out of the hotel, I kept getting calls about insurance and my brother’s hospital bill and eventually the police came to inquire about where she might have gone.
I remember the officer that came to see me. His name was Officer Jackson. He had a very odd nose and a mustache that reminded me of a walrus.
“Son, do you know anyone who might have wanted your mother gone? Anything odd? Maybe someone said something threatening to her before she disappeared?”
I thought to what Vincent had said in passing, and I wasn’t even planning on saying anything about that. But that’s when Vincent spoke up again.
“Just say no.” I suddenly felt terrified. I told the officer there was nothing, but I was starting to put some pieces together. I think he knew something was up, but he couldn’t prove anything and just left me alone. I cried, after that. For the first time in a long time I was sobbing. There was the thought that I had done something, or that a voice in my head was doing something. Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe I was always crazy. Maybe I should just get some help.
But like always, there was Vincent’s voice. No matter what I did, no matter who I spoke to, he was there. Always there. Always encouraging me, and guiding me. Always guarding me. Always making sure I did the right thing. Never a single instant alone, because I always knew he was there, and he was always ready to remind me.
‘I am so proud of you.’
I’ll never be lonely again, and that terrifies me.

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I’m very worried about my son.

More than worried, at this point. Terrified. His behavior these past few weeks is not normal, not healthy. It makes me think there’s something wrong.
At first, he would just come and stand at the door way. He did this at night, just before I’d be ready to fall asleep. I’d roll over to turn off the lamp, and he’d be standing there, in the doorway. I used to try to speak to him. I don’t do that anymore. He never has answered me.
He just stares.
A couple of days ago, he graduated from standing in the doorway to coming in and sitting on the bed. He still doesn’t speak. I have asked him what he wants. I’ve asked him if anything is bothering him. It’s not like him to be so quiet.
He usually waits until my wife is asleep. That’s the part that gets me. She always falls asleep before me, and he has never come in when she’s awake. But then, she didn’t have a hand in this.
If something doesn’t change soon, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’m starting to feel like he knows that I’m the one who killed him.

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 BORED?

Maybe it’s late at night, but you can’t sleep. You’re bored, or you can’t stop a bazillion thoughts from racing through your skull, or maybe you had too much coffee, or you’re a little drunk. Whatever the case, I’ve been there, my friend. I know how it feels to sit there and realize that you’re not really living right now. You’re just existing. Surely there’s something you can do, right?
But no matter what, no options presented seem like something that feels right. It’s definitely not clubbing night. Watching TV or playing video games seem like mind-numbing options and you’ve likely been surfing the net all night and have realized how little satisfaction you’re getting from that, too.
Well, good news, because I have a solution. This option might require you to put on pants and walk somewhere, but it’s worth it, I guarantee it.
See, there’s a building not even a block from where you live, and at any time of the night you’ll find the rear entrance unlocked. During the day the place is locked up tight as a drum, but for some reason, once night falls outside, whatever time of the day that happens to fall on at any time of year, you’ll find that rear entrance is open and waiting.
What are you waiting for? Christmas? Get your pants on, put on your shoes and get your ass down there. Didn’t I promise it would be worth it?
Only, one thing. You’ve got to follow my instructions to the letter. To. The. Letter. That’s very important. Got that? Okay, good. Are you ready? Then let’s go.
The building is just up ahead. See it? It’s an old office complex that’s currently unoccupied. I’m not sure what businesses were once housed here, but for now, it’s empty. It’s been here for years, and I don’t recall a time when there was an actual business open there.
Yes, of course I’m sure the rear entrance is unlocked. Didn’t I say that? Let’s head around the back. Don’t worry, I know the lights are off. It’s not like this building advertises itself to the general public. Only a select few have ever attempted what you’re about to attempt. Stop worrying, okay? You’ll be fine, as long as you follow my instructions.
There’s the entrance. Go on and try the door. See? It opens, just like I said it would. Now, proceed to the first elevator you see. What do you mean, it’s too dark to see? Just use your flashlight. You didn’t bring a flashlight? Didn’t I tell you to? Oh, no. My bad. Well, you’ve started now. You can’t turn back. You don’t want to know what happens if you ignore me and turn back now. You’ll just have to use what light there is from the moon to proceed.
Okay, the elevator is ten paces forward and to the right. This building is ten floors tall. You will be going to the eleventh floor. What you…shut up, I’m explaining. What you need to do is get in the elevator and immediately press and hold the button for the tenth floor. When it starts to flash, let go of it right away and tap the button for the first floor…
Phew. You did a good job there. Now the elevator is proceeding the the eleventh floor. If you’d pressed those buttons any differently you might have wound up on a different floor, and believe me, you don’t want that.
The elevator doors open on a hallway that leads straight forward to a brightly illuminated EXIT sign. This is not our path. You run for that exit, and you’ll probably never make it there. If you do, you’ll find out that the sign lies. Instead, you need to turn to the left and take the first door you see.
Wait! Is that really the first door you saw? You were about to head into it without even realizing that it was not the first door you saw. It was the second. The first door you saw was the one your eyes cast upon as you were turning. It’s the second doorway on the left, true, but it wasn’t the first door you saw after I gave the instruction.
See what I mean? You have to follow my instructions to the letter. That was the last time I’m going to warn you that you’re choosing wrong. Pay careful attention from now on or who knows what will happen?
Head through the door and sit down immediately.
Good job. You apparently understand now. Do as I say, and only as I say if you hope to get through this with your sanity and/or life intact. Ignore that cold sweat on your scalp and congratulate yourself that you didn’t close the door but instead sat down as soon as I told you to.
The room before you is black. Blacker than anything you’ve ever seen. You cannot see your hand in front of your face. You need to sit there, perfectly still, not moving a muscle, until I say move.
Count your heartbeats. When you get to twenty, stand up. One…two… Remember to count heartbeats, not seconds.
There. You got to twenty and you are standing. Now, announce to the room, “That which is darkest is closest. That which is closest is watching. That which is watching is furthest.”
Did you say it? You didn’t hesitate after standing, did you? Did you speak as I told you the words or did you wait until you heard them all? If you waited, you are done for.
Okay, it looks like they’re satisfied. That’s good news for you. You may proceed. Take one step forward and then immediately turn right. Walk forward until you come to a door. Open it, close it immediately, and stand with your back to the room. This room will be as dark as the first.
Stop breathing. Hold your breath and no matter how much it hurts, do not let it out. What is in this room follows the sound of breath, and if it hears any, well, I won’t tell you what it will do or you will release that breath and bolt for it. Keep holding your breath and count another twenty heartbeats.
Now, the breath must really be straining your lungs. I understand that. Stay facing the door, but walk backwards until your back presses against the far wall. Keep that breath held. Walk slowly. Ooh, I bet you just can’t stand it anymore, can you? You simply must release the breath. I can’t stop you. All I can do is remind you that you are not alone in this room, and breathing would be so much worse than simply keeping your breath held…
There’s the far wall. Without looking, feel for a door handle. Open it. Step through and close it. Now release that breath. Feels good now, doesn’t it? You’re about a quarter of the way through, and you’re still alive and still yourself. You’re doing quite well so far.
The room you are now standing in is not dark, as the others have been. It’s lit by a small fire on the far end. A huddled figure is sitting by that fire. Don’t turn around! At least, don’t do so, until you stand straight, and announce in a clear voice, “Might I share your fire for a moment?”
Now wait. Count your heartbeats again. If you get to ten and have heard nothing, hold your breath again and run back through the door you came in through without looking back.
There. Was that a soft grunt? Did it come from the figure? Be careful. Think hard about it. If you decide that it was indeed a soft grunt of ascent, turn and go to the fire and huddle before it like the figure is. While walking, you likely noticed that there are five doors in this room, including the one you came through.
Huddle on the opposite side of the fire as the figure, but make sure you huddle yourself in the same position. Never look directly at it. You won’t like what you see. Now you may ask it any question you want to. Here’s the catch. If it’s the wrong question, you will be stuck huddled in this position while it can get up and leave. Most people ask it which door to take.
Good, you’re asking him which door to take. And if you listen, he will tell you that it’s the right-hand door closest to the one you came in.
Don’t get up yet! Consider the fact that this figure is not your friend. It doesn’t know you, and it probably doesn’t like you very much. Could it have lied? Maybe you should take exactly the opposite door it suggested. Or maybe this creature cannot lie, and you should listen to it.
No, don’t ask me. I truly don’t know. One of these doors is the right one, but it’s never the same door. You get to choose whether you believe the figure or not.
Seems like you’ve chosen to listen to it. Let’s see what happens…
Wow. Looks like today is your lucky day. You’re doing very well so far.
You find yourself in another long hallway. This one is longer and much, much darker. There are two doors at the end. If you walk straight to those doors, you will be forced to choose one, and neither is marked. You can feel that presence, can’t you. The one that’s right behind you. You can feel its breath on your neck. You can sense how close it is. The hairs on your neck prick up.
It’s going to follow you. If you look around, you will regret it. Don’t speak to it. Don’t acknowledge it in any way. Just walk. Walk until you hear whispering. If I were you, I would pay attention to that whispering. Not so much what’s being said as which door it’s coming from.
You’re hearing it now, aren’t you? Yes, just right up there to the right. You stopped as soon as you heard it. You’re still listening. You’re doing so well. Yes, it’s still there, and yes, you still need to ignore it. Turn to the door you hear it coming from and walk straight toward it. Place your hand on the knob.
Now, here’s where things get complicated. On the other side of that door is whatever you’re picturing in your head when you turn the knob. So it’s important, vital, that you do not think of the thing you fear the most. You know that thing that sometimes keeps you awake at night because you’re certain that if you close your eyes, it will come for you? That creeping feeling you get when you think someone’s watching you? That idea or thought that your deepest nightmares try to hide from you?
I’m warning you, if you’re thinking about it, stop. Don’t turn that doorknob until you’ve cleared it from your mind. Are you still thinking about it? You are, aren’t you? The presence behind you is getting closer. You have three ways out of this. You can run for the two doors at the end and accept whatever fate lies beyond them, you can let the presence behind you catch you, and do whatever it’s going to do, or you can stop thinking about your fear right now and open that door!
Whatever your choice, you’re not bored anymore. Told you it was worth it.

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Username666

Username666

666

666 yang juga berarti kode/Angka Setan ini menjadi sebuah Legenda Dunia Maya pada Youtube.
Di jelaskan, jika kita bertuju pada username 666 pada link youtube pada link bar di atas (dianjurkan memakai Internet Exploler) menambahkan setelah http//youtube.com "/666", dan merefreshnya kurang lebih 10 kali, maka setelah 10 kali merefresh, yang kesebelas kalinya akan mulai memerah, keduabelas kalinya menghitam merah, sampai beberapa kali merefresh maka akan benar-benar menjadi merah darah bercampur setan. Dan kita akan tertuju pada akun 666 yang ada beberapa video disturbing. yang tadinya dikatakan "akun suspended" sebelum merefresh ke 10 kalinya.

Tidak di anjurkan untuk mencoba karena akan berdampaknya Virus, tidak bisa di alt + F4 atau ctrl + alt +del atau cara lainnya seperti shut down. dan jika laptop/PC anda mati, bisa dikatakan Akan penuh dengan Virus.

Percaya atau tidak.
Hoax atau pun tidak.
Konspirasi atau Pesan rahasiah

SuicideMouse.Avi

SuicideMouse.Avi

Ada di antara kalian ingat kartun Mickey Mouse dari tahun 1930-an? Orang-orang yang hanya menempatkan keluar di DVD beberapa tahun yang lalu? Nah, saya dengar ada satu yang belum dirilis untuk bahkan klasik yang paling avid penggemar disney.
Menurut sumber, itu tidak ada yang istimewa. Ini hanya loop terus menerus (seperti Flinstones) dari mickey berjalan melewati 6 bangunan yang berlangsung selama dua atau tiga menit sebelum memudar. Berbeda dengan lagu-lagu imut dimasukkan ke dalam meskipun, lagu di kartun ini tidak lagu sama sekali, hanya terus-menerus membenturkan pada piano seolah-olah kunci selama satu menit dan setengah sebelum pergi ke white noise untuk sisa film.

Itu bukan Mickey riang tua kami datang untuk mencintai baik, Mickey tidak menari, bahkan tidak tersenyum, hanya jenis berjalan seolah-olah Anda atau saya berjalan, dengan ekspresi wajah yang normal, tapi untuk beberapa alasan kepalanya miring sisi ke sisi sambil terus ini terlihat suram.

Sampai satu atau dua tahun lalu, semua orang percaya bahwa setelah dipotong untuk hitam dan itu saja. Ketika Leonard Maltin sedang meninjau kartun untuk diletakkan di seri lengkap, ia memutuskan itu terlalu sampah berada di DVD, tetapi ingin memiliki salinan digital karena fakta bahwa itu adalah ciptaan Walt. Ketika ia memiliki versi digital di komputer untuk melihat file, ia melihat sesuatu.

Kartun itu sebenarnya 9 menit dan 4 detik panjang. Inilah sumber saya diemail kepada saya, secara penuh (dia adalah asisten pribadi dari salah satu eksekutif yang lebih tinggi di Disney, dan kenalan Mr Maltin sendiri):

"Setelah itu dipotong menjadi hitam, itu tetap seperti itu sampai menit ke-6, sebelum kembali ke berjalan Mickey Suara itu berbeda kali ini.. Itu gumaman. Itu bukan bahasa, tetapi lebih seperti menangis berdeguk. Sebagai kebisingan mendapat lebih dibedakan dan keras selama menit berikutnya, gambar mulai mendapatkan aneh Trotoar mulai pergi ke arah yang tampaknya mustahil berdasarkan fisika Mickeys berjalan.. Dan wajah suram mouse perlahan-lahan melengkung ke seringai .

Pada menit ke-7, murmur berubah menjadi jeritan mengerikan (jenis jeritan yang menyakitkan untuk mendengar) dan gambar itu semakin jelas. Warna yang terjadi yang seharusnya tidak mungkin terjadi pada saat itu. Wajah Mickey mulai berantakan. matanya bergulir di bagian bawah dagunya seperti dua kelereng dalam akuarium, dan senyumnya melengkung yang mengarah ke atas di sisi kiri wajahnya.

Bangunan menjadi puing-puing mengambang di udara dan trotoar masih mustahil menavigasi arah melengkung, sebuah inconcievable tampak beberapa dengan apa yang kita, sebagai manusia, tahu tentang arah. Mr Maltin mendapat terganggu dan meninggalkan ruangan, mengirimkan seorang karyawan untuk menyelesaikan video dan mengambil catatan dari segala sesuatu yang terjadi sampai detik terakhir, dan sesudahnya segera menyimpan disc dari kartun ke dalam lemari besi. Ini menyimpang menjerit berlangsung sampai 8 menit dan beberapa detik, dan kemudian tiba-tiba itu memotong ke wajah tikus mickey di kredit akhir setiap video dengan apa yang terdengar seperti sebuah kotak musik rusak diputar di latar belakang.

Hal ini terjadi selama sekitar 30 detik, dan apa pun yang ada dalam 30 detik tersisa saya belum bisa mendapatkan sepotong informasi tentang. Dari penjaga keamanan yang bekerja di bawah saya yang membuat putaran di luar ruangan itu, saya diberitahu bahwa setelah frame terakhir, karyawan terhuyung-huyung keluar dari ruangan dengan kulit pucat mengatakan "penderitaan nyata tidak dikenal" 7 kali sebelum cepat mengambil penjaga pistol dan sebentar lagi dirinya di tempat.

Hal yang saya bisa keluar dari Leonard Maltin adalah bahwa frame terakhir adalah sepotong teks Rusia yang kasar mengatakan "pemandangan neraka membawa pemirsa kembali pada". Sejauh yang saya tahu, tidak ada orang lain yang melihatnya, tetapi sudah ada puluhan upaya mendapatkan file di rapidshare oleh karyawan di dalam studio, yang semuanya telah segera dihentikan dari pekerjaan mereka.

Apakah itu punya online atau tidak bisa diperdebatkan, tetapi jika rumor melayani saya benar, itu online di suatu tempat di bawah "suicidemouse.avi". Jika Anda pernah menemukan copy film, aku ingin kau tidak pernah melihatnya, dan untuk menghubungi saya melalui telepon langsung, terlepas dari waktu. Ketika Kematian Disney ditutup-tutupi serta ini, berarti ini harus menjadi sesuatu yang besar.

Red Mist (Forbidden Spongebob Episode)

Red Mist (Forbidden Spongebob Episode)

Red Mist adalah kehidupan nyata kontroversial bajakan rekaman menampilkan sebuah episode tidak ditayangkan dari Spongebob Squarepants. Seperti "SuicideMouse.Avi" kaset lama hilang, tetapi baru ditemukan, Red Mist ini konon diciptakan oleh seorang animator Skotlandia sekarang dipenjara untuk seri yang dimaksudkan untuk lulus rekaman off sebagai episode empat musim perdana dan menampilkan kematian Squidward.


Red Mist dimulai dengan Squidward bersiap untuk berlatih klarinet di kamarnya sebagai Spongebob dan Patrick bermain riang di luar. Squidward membungkus mulutnya sekitar klarinet dan hanya mampu bermain satu catatan sebelum terganggu oleh seseorang mengetuk pintu. Dia berjalan ke bawah dan membuka pintu dan menemukan bahwa seorang salesman bepergian adalah di depan pintunya. Salesman, ikan Skotlandia, bertanya apakah ia bisa memiliki saat waktu Squidward. Squidward mengatakan kepadanya bahwa ia tidak tertarik dan membanting pintu di wajah pria itu, berjalan kembali ke kamarnya. Salesman mulai mengetuk lagi, dan Squidward membuka pintu dengan marah. Salesman, tampak sangat marah, mengatakan Squidward bahwa "the Red Mist is coming!" dan mendahului berjalan pergi, membingungkan Squidward. Squidward berjalan kembali ke kamarnya dan akhirnya mulai bermain klarinet. Setelah melakukan beberapa off-kunci catatan, Spongebob dan Patrick mulai tertawa luar, Squidward mengganggu lagi. Squidward berjalan ke jendela dan berteriak pada dua, mengatakan kepada mereka dia perlu berlatih untuk konser ia akan tampil di. Spongebob dan Patrick meminta maaf dengan berlinang air mata mereka dan berjalan kembali ke rumah mereka. Squidward, tidak yakin dirinya, berjalan kembali atas dan mulai bermain klarinet lagi, kali ini tanpa gangguan. Adegan kemudian memudar menjadi merah selama dua belas detik.
Mungkin dengan kesalahan, adegan yang sama diulang sekali lagi yang agak umum dalam luka kasar animasi. Namun, kali ini, mata telah diganti dengan yang baru, mata lebih realistis dengan pupil berwarna merah, jelas tidak nyata tetapi lebih realistis daripada CGI atau animasi. Audio juga sepenuhnya absen dari adegan ini, menyimpan untuk klik sesekali.

Setelah mengulangi adegan sebelumnya, sebuah adegan baru dimulai dengan mata merah yang sama, tapi di teater di mana Squidward adalah bermain klarinet. Frame dalam animasi skip setiap empat detik, tapi suara tetap disinkronisasikan. Setelah kinerja nakal dari sebuah lagu yang dijuluki "Red Mist", Spongebob dan Patrick yang terlihat dalam kerumunan mencemooh Squidward, sangat jarang bagi mereka. Adegan panci untuk mengungkapkan salesman Skotlandia yang sama duduk di samping mereka, juga mencemooh, seperti Squidward berjalan kembali ke rumahnya dengan kepala dalam tentakelnya. Apa yang aneh adalah bahwa adegan benar-benar menunjukkan dia berjalan ke rumahnya, dengan apa-apa yang terjadi di latar belakang, selama tiga menit lima puluh detik sebelum tiba-tiba memotong ke merah selama dua puluh detik, sama seperti ia tiba di rumahnya.
Sebuah adegan baru muncul, kembali ke mata kartun asli, dengan Squidward duduk di kursi di kamarnya malam itu, dengan pandangan kosong di wajahnya selama kira-kira tiga puluh detik sebelum mulai terisak pelan. Sekali lagi, audio sudah benar-benar hilang untuk sebagian besar adegan, sampai terisak-isak dimulai. Ini adalah ketika suara sedikit

angin melalui hutan dapat didengar di latar belakang. Ia juga mulai sangat sedikit zoom wajah Squidward, hanya terlihat jika Anda membandingkan sepuluh detik sisi frame berdampingan. Suara dia menangis tiba-tiba dapat didengar, sangat keras dan berat sebagai berkedut layar dalam dirinya sendiri sebentar. Tertawa salesman juga dapat didengar bergema di latar belakang.
Setelah tiga puluh detik, mengaburkan layar dan berkedut keras dan berkedip single frame di atas layar. Setelah berhenti persis pada frame, pemirsa dapat melihat foto kehidupan nyata dari seorang anak enam tahun almarhum meletakkan di hutan di celana dalamnya, yang wajahnya telah hancur, mata telah muncul, dan perut dibelah dengan isi perut meletakkan di sampingnya. Di sampingnya, bayangan fotografer ini jelas terlihat dengan bagian tangan fotografer muncul di sebelah kanan layar.

Setelah foto ini terlihat, memotong kembali ke Squidward menangis, jauh lebih keras daripada sebelumnya dengan apa yang tampaknya menjadi darah mengalir dari matanya bukan air mata dan suara penjual masih terdengar. Suara angin di hutan juga dimainkan pada volume yang jauh lebih keras, tapi sekarang dengan suara cabang gertakan dan teriakan seorang anak muda mendengar. Setelah dua puluh detik lebih, yang lain frame muncul, kali ini seorang gadis delapan tahun di hutan penumpangan perutnya dalam genangan darah, dengan punggungnya dibelah dan isi perut ditumpuk di atas. Bayangan fotografer juga terlihat.

Adegan beralih kembali ke Squidward, sekarang dengan mata merah yang sama realistis dari sebelumnya, benar-benar diam dan tidak lagi menangis. Suara hutan tidak bisa lagi didengar. Tiga detik kemudian dan memotong kembali ke, terisak-isak ini piercing waktu keras dan dengan suara hutan mendengar. Jeritan dari kedua anak laki-laki muda dan gadis muda dapat didengar dicampur bersama-sama sebagai "Amazing Grace" lagu bermain pada kedua klarinet dan
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 Selama ini, tujuh frame dilihat secara hitam dan putih anak dari foto pertama meletakkan di hutan. Selama tujuh frame, tangan fotografer mencapai dan meraih isi perut di anak itu, seperti mata yang tersisa berfokus pada tangan pria itu dan bahkan berkedip sekali.

Ini memotong kembali ke Squidward lagi, kali ini menatap penonton saat bunyi gema salesman "DO IT" dan "kabut merah datang" berulang kali. Setelah empat puluh detik ini, kamera dengan cepat panci keluar untuk mengungkapkan Squidward memegang pistol yang realistis, tampak seolah-olah Photoshopped ke TKP. Squidward mengangkat laras ke dalam mulutnya dan kebakaran, dengan darah menembak keluar dari kepalanya.