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Report #1: Hello, my name is doctor Stephen Svenstein. I am keeping these records as a way to document a pet project of mine. You see, I have noticed a few strange cases surrounding a mysterious figure. I have spent many sleepless nights doing research and connecting the dots in order to figure out these...occurrences. This first recorded case that I have is about a young boy named Ben.
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
12/2/2011
Hello, my name is doctor Stephen Svenstein. I have been working at Blooming Fields Mental Hospital for 25 years. I have worked with many different patients. I am writing these documents to tell about my most interesting cases. My first case is about a young college student named BLANK who was brought here by his parents after he dropped out of college because of someone named BEN following him. I interviewed him, and asked him who BEN is, knowing full well that BEN isn’t real and is just a figment of his imagination. He stated BEN is a young boy who died a long time ago. I asked him how BEN died, he said BEN Drowned. I asked him how he knows these things. He said an old man gave him a copy of the video game “The Legend Of Zelda: Majora’s Mask” for his Nintendo 64. I asked him to give the game to me. He told me he didn’t have it. I asked where it went. He told me he burned it, but BEN got into his computer. He told me a Cleverbot told him secrets. I pulled up a cleverbot on my computer, and he attempted to talk to it. He started pointing at the screen and saying “See? See? I told you! I g told you!” Upon looking at the screen, the Cleverbot was just talking like normal. I’ve had to keep BLANK in custody since late 2010. It’s been almost 2 years. This man is clearly insane. He has no idea that what he is seeing is a delusion. Last week he attempted to kill a nurse. We told him “You shouldn’t have done that.” and he freaked out. During our last interview, in a last effort to prove to me he is right, he made me pull up a YouTube channel. He showed me the videos. It was just gameplay of him playing Majora’s Mask. He attempted to show me a site. One for a cult about “Moon Children.”, This was where I began to become concerned with more than just BLANK’s safety, the site was real. Not just another delusion of a madman. Then, when I accidently hovered over someone’s avatar. I saw it, the statue he was talking about. Then, only then, did I realize there may have been some truth to what he was telling me after all. Before I could do anymore research into BEN, I was approached by an old man, who promptly shut it all down. He said that the reason he was selling the used Majora’s Mask copy was because it was his grandson, Ben’s. Ben had indeed drowned. At a beach when his parents had stopped paying attention to him, he went to deep and was swallowed by a current. He died. The grandfather stopped talking to his son. The old man stated that the reason he owned any of Ben’s video games was because he and Ben were extremely close, due to Ben being a lot like the old man’s son when he was younger. That melted the old man’s heart, because his son was quick to grow up and wasn’t the old man’s little angel anymore. At one point, for Christmas, the old man bought his grandson an N64 and the game he most wanted, that being Majora’s Mask, and Ben got to play it at his grandpa’s house. The old man said he was grieving when he decided to play the game to invoke the memory of Ben, once he got used to the controls, he began to play it all the way through, until he noticed the game had some strange glitches. Like the statue following him, as well as weird text appearing. Eventually, the old man decided to have a yard sale, when a young boy, that would be BLANK asked if he had any old games for sale, he grabbed the copy of Majora’s Mask. A few weeks later, he said he got a letter. Saying it was from Ben. It said only one sentence. “YOU THREW ME AWAY!”. The old man quickly realized something was wrong. He went to the college address mailed from and tried to talk to BLANK but then realized that BLANK was the person who mailed the letter in the first place. Then he realized this person had created a cult and was planning to kill people. And that he knew how to code sites, seeing as he was at a college meant for computer science.
That was only the first of MANY weird cases I’ve researched into. Including those of Squidward’s Suicide and Sonic.EXE. Both of which turned out to be false. I also investigated someone named Eyeless Jack but all of my records have disappeared.
Documented case #2
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
9/17/12
Hello. Doctor Svenstein here. And this is the second particularly strange case I’ve had. Unlike the case of BEN Drowned, this case involves an entire group of people. So, let me get you started. In 2011, the video game Minecraft was released. Eventually, someone stated to see something he called “Herobrine” in the game. Someone made a livestream with him appearing. But none of that matters, throw it all away, it’s not important. You see, there are claims that the creator of Minecraft, Notch, has a dead brother who haunts Minecraft. But that’s NOT the case. You see, unlike the case of BEN Drowned. I FULLY believe in this case being true. Not the dead brother part, but that SOMETHING is INSIDE Minecraft. You see, I was recently digging through old home movies of my children, who are full grown adults by now. And I remembered when I bought my grandchildren the game Minecraft for Christmas. They were SO happy to have it for their new XBOX 360! But a few months later, instead of getting bored of it, like most kids do, they were still interested in it, I eventually found out it was because of not only the game’s popularity but because of a new myth spreading around the community, about an entity in game that looked like the player but with white eyes. I didn’t pay attention to it until I was called into a case to talk to a young boy named Jordan, who had murdered his family, stating Herobrine told him to. When I interviewed him the only thing he would talk about was Minecraft and how much fun it is, but as soon as I brought up Herobrine, his attitude changed. He was quiet. Eventually he asked for a computer. I asked him why, he said to play Minecraft. I told him absolutely not. He became angry. After that I told him that I would allow him to play Minecraft if he told me about Herobrine. He sprung up after that, saying that the creator’s dead brother was in the game. After dealing with BEN Drowned before, I knew this type of thing couldn’t ACTUALLY be true. So, I told the child about my experience with BEN Drowned. And he looked at me. His attitude changed, and he asked me “Why did you tell me that doctor? Now my parents are going to be mad at you. You shouldn’t have done that.” That phrase, “You shouldn’t have done that.” why is it following me? That’s two separate cases with that phrase. But I couldn’t let that bother me. I had to contact the creator about this. I did, and he said he never had a brother. After that I did more research on Herobrine. But nothing came up. Eventually all I could find was a therapy class for people coping with imaginary friends. Most famous for it’s help with an imaginary friend known as Laughing Jack. That was when I realised, if I could stage some sort of “Death of Herobrine”, I could convince these kids of the truth. So I did just that. I made my friend use a Herobrine inspired skin and the kids affected ate it up. Then, when looking at the images of Herobrine, they said there was nothing on screen. Even one of Herobrine’s face. But then, I began to see him. That was when I found the tapes. The 2 tapes. They were both recordings of Minecraft. Within the first minute I could tell something was wrong. Because something appeared. It was stalking me. HE was following me. Herobrine was real. And he was ready to show his face. I ended up throwing these tapes away. In hopes that nobody would find them. I hid them in a pizza place. That way, nobody would ever find them again. I am still haunted by the thought that this case is 100% fact.
Documented case #3
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
January 19th, 1989
I recently read a report about a young boy named Issac, From the 1800s. Britain, and his “imaginary Friend”. “Laughing Jack”, You see I was in the hospital today because I felt sick and I heard of a baby named Paul being born, eventually I found out his mother was being stalked by the creature that my Clarice is being stalked by as well, I came to Wendy’s house and found an old doll of a black and white clown. I asked her about it and she said it’s a family heirloom that is named Laughing Jack that her family member used to own and claimed it was alive, I asked her about this family member and she said his name was Issac and he was a secret suspect to have been Jack The Ripper, but Issac wasn’t Jack, he was a killer. I asked about his story and Wendy went into a story she said has been passed down for generations. Via an old Diary that members of the family would rewrite in order to preserve it. Though reading the diary now. I realize that barely any of it was actually written by Issac.
Isaac’s parents were very poor, his mother was a strict crow of a woman who stayed at home and schooled Isaac. His father worked long hours down at the London harbour to support his family, although a large portion of his earnings went toward purchasing and consuming copious amounts of alcohol at the end of his shift. Sometimes, he would come home drunk, after being thrown out of every bar in London, and shout at his beloved wife, Isaac’s mother. Occasionally, it would escalate to violence and he would beat her savagely, then when he was done, he’d force himself upon her in a drunken, sexual rage. As it so happens, this particular night was one of those occasions and on Christmas eve of all nights. Isaac just remained quiet, quivering beneath his soiled bed sheets until the screams and loud bangs subsided. Once poor frightened Isaac was finally able to fall asleep, he’d dream of what it would be like to have a friend to play with, so maybe he could laugh and be happy like the other children of London. Issac believed this next part to be the work of a guardian angel, that Christmas morning, Isaac opened his eyes to find a strange wooden box sitting at the foot of his bed. After playing the “Laughing Jack In A Box” Issac heard a noise and the top of the box ended up opening to reveal a colorful clown. Issac never forgot those first sentences. None of them. in fact he wrote down the entire conversation in his diary and it went like this : COME ONE, COME ALL! WHETHER BIG OR SMALL! TO SEE THE BEST CLOWN OF THEM ALL!! The one, the only, LAUGHING JACK-IN-A-BOX!!!”
“W-Who are you?”
I’m glad you asked! I am Laughing Jack, your new friend FOR LIFE! I’m magical, I never get tired of playing, I’m a wiz at the accordion, and I adapt and develop with your own changing personality… In other words, whatever you like, I like!”
“W-we’re friends?”
FRIENDS? We’re BEST friends! I was specially created to be YOUR not-so-imaginary friend, Isaac.”
“You know my name?”
“Of course I know your name! I know everything about you! So, now that the introductions are out of the way… How would you like to play a game of I Spy?”
“REALLY? We can play games? I’d LOVE to! I-… Oh…”
“I-I cant… I have to go downstairs to see mother for homeschooling and chores…”
“It’s okay! I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back.
“Well I gotta go! I’ll see you after I’m done, okay Jack?”
“Absolutely kido! Oh, and Isaac!”
You should wear that smile more often. It suits you.”
Later that day Issac’s mother slapped him and Issac began crying. Suddenly more happened, he wrote down the entire conversation again.
. “What’s wrong kido?”
“Wh-where were you?”
“I was hiding… I can’t let your parents see me… Otherwise they won’t let us play anymore.”
“Look kido, I’m sorry I had to hide, but I’ll make it up to you! Because tonight we can play games and have tons of fun!”
That night, Laughing Jack and Isaac played so many fun games. With a wave of his hand, Jack made all of Isaac’s tin solders spring to life and march around the room. Isaac was amazed as he watched his toys move around the room on their own. Then, Laughing Jack and Isaac told each other spooky ghost stories. Isaac asked Jack if he was a ghost, but Jack explained that he was more of a cosmic entity, of sorts. At the end of the night, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out an assortment of delicious candy. Isaac was in ecstasy when he popped the first colorful treat in his mouth, as it was his first time tasting something so sweet. Isaac had so much fun and laughed so hard that night that things seemed to be finally looking up for little Isaac… At least, until the incident that occurred three months later…
Things started simply enough, the duo were back behind the house playing pirates, when Isaac spotted the neighbors cat sneaking into their garden.
Laughing Jack’s arm stretched out across the garden and snatched the unsuspecting feline, who began to struggle quite vigorously.
Jack’s grip on the cat tightened, and his arms grew and extended like anacondas wrapping themselves around the wily feline as it struggled for dear life. Jack’s arms just kept squeezing the animal, pressing the air out of its lungs. As the once dear house pet’s eyes began to bulge out of their sockets, there came a loud SNAP! Jack quickly released the creature from his grasp as its lifeless furry husk thudded against the ground. There was hush silence as the two observed the cat’s now twisted and mangled corpse. The silence was finally broken by an uproarious laughter… coming from Isaac… Issac wrote down the conversation but most of it was worn away
Heh heh.
won’t you get in trouble if your mother finds your neighbor’s cat dead in her garden?”
About an hour later, it came. The ear piercing squawk of Isaac’s mother shrieking his name from downstairs. Neither Jack nor Isaac said a word as he crept down the stairs alone to face whatever horrible fate was coming to him
“Well?”
“I… Tried to tell her it was you who hurt the cat… She didn’t believe me… Said you weren’t real…”
“I’m being sent off to a boarding school… I’m leaving tonight… and you can’t come with me…”
What?! I-I can’t come? Where will I go?”
“Back in there? But I won’t be able to get out until…
“Jack… I promise I’ll come back for you as soon as I can!”
And I’ll be right here waiting for you kido
That night, Isaac was sent off to boarding school.
Thirteen years passed until the night Isaac’s father came home particularly drunk, and got into an argument with his wife, as per usual. Things escalated to physical violence once again, however this time, she didn’t get back up. Isaac’s father had beaten his wife to a dead, bloody pulp and was sentenced to hang at the gallows the next day. With both his parents dead, this meant that the now twenty-year-old Isaac inherited the dusty old house he spent the earlier half of his childhood in.
Isaac had completely forgotten about his old friend, dismissed as some sort of early childhood fabrication
The next day, Isaac went off to work at his job as an upholsterer, doing furniture repairs for the good people of London.
Hours later, a drunken Isaac returned home and stumbled up the stairs to his room, but this time he had a friend with him. It was a lady friend Isaac had picked up at the bar earlier that evening. She was beautiful, with flowing blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a smile that could make hearts melt
saac and his lady friend sat down on the bed and chatted about life in London. Isaac made a joke about the weather and they both laughed.
I hissed with envy over Isaac’s new friend. Isaac and the girl looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they leaned in for a kiss, locking lips with a passionate swirling of tongues in one another’s mouth. I was perplexed by this strange display of affection, for I had never seen kissing before. As the kissing grew more intense, Isaac ran his hand along the girl’s smooth thigh and up her dress, however his guest just brushed his hand away. Isaac was persistent though, and once again ran his hand along her smooth thigh and up her skirt, this time placing his hand upon her silky undergarments. The woman took great displeasure with Isaac’s sexual advancements and pushed Isaac away before delivering a hard smack across his face. Isaac’s eyes darkened as he glared at the woman, his once drunken passion turned into booze-fueled anger. The woman’s heart sped up as she saw Isaac’s face boil with rage.
“STUPID WHORE!”
My eyes widened as I witnessed the long streaks of red liquid gushing from the girl’s nose, “What game is this?”
Isaac firmly clutched the girl’s wrist with one hand as he tore her panties off with the other.
The terrified girl tried to fight back, but Isaac was overpowering her. He roughly fondled her breasts, before savagely grabbing her hair and forcing his tongue down the sobbing young woman’s throat, who responded by chomping down as hard as she could on Isaac’s tongue. I watched with wide and curious eyes as his old friend released his new playmate and clutched his mouth as it filled with warm, red blood. The frightened girl fell off the bed and dropped down on the floor as she scurried toward the exit. Isaac quickly lurched forward and was able to catch his fleeing plaything by the end of her dress.
Reaching back, he wielded a lead candlestick off the nightstand beside him, and with all of his might bashed in the back of the young woman’s head, which burst open like a ripe watermelon. Thick blood splattered across the room as the girl’s body convulsed on the ground for several seconds, before going completely still. Blood was everywhere, some droplets even managed to get on my box, For the first time in thirteen long years, a smile began to creep across my face,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
“What a wonderfully fascinating game!”
As the adrenaline began to mellow, Isaac realized he had to dispose of the body. He picked up the girl’s lifeless corpse and plopped it on the bed, he then left the room closing the door behind him and locking it before leaving the house. He returned almost a full day later and re-entered the room brining with him a metal garbage can and his bag of upholstery tools from work. He then cleared everything off the wooden desk on the wall opposite to the door, and then dragged the bed with bloody corpse into the middle of the room. This not only gave Isaac room to work, but it also gave me a front row seat to the whole spectacle.I watched with a big, unfading grin as Isaac played his new game with the soiled corpse. Once Isaac was all set up, he got to work.
After that night, Isaac never touched another drop of alcohol again, for he now possessed a much more macabre thirst.
In the following weeks, Isaac made several improvements to his little workshop of horrors. He removed the mattress from the bed and put a row of thick wooden planks in its place, and then he fastened arm and leg restraints to the bottom and sides. This would mean he would be able to entertain his guests for a longer period without them trying any rude escape attempts. Isaac needed only one, final thing before planning another grotesque party. He worked on it for a week straight, hand carving it out of wood.
After a coat of white paint was applied, Isaac’s creation was complete. It was a wooden mask, resembling something one would wear at a Venetian masquerade ball. It had a furrowed brow and a long, troll-like nose, and would allow him to strike fear in the hearts of his beloved guests. With his new face complete and the room transformed into a bloody murder nest, it was finally time for Isaac Lee Grossman to bring home a new playmate.
That following night, I watched as the masked Isaac stomped up the stairs, carrying with him a large burlap sack with his newest guest writhing within. He dumped the bag out on his torture bed, and out plopped a bound, gagged, and very frightened young boy, probably only five or six years old. Isaac quickly undid the boy’s bindings and held him down as he restrained his hands and feet to the steel bedframe. Tears streamed endlessly down the boy’s helpless little face, as Isaac laid out his tools on the workbench. Isaac returned wielding a pair of rusty pliers, and wasting no time he slid the bottom jaw of the pliers under the boy’s fingernail on his right index finger and clamped it tightly. The child’s eyes quivered as he began muttering through his gag, begging Isaac to let him go. Isaac smirked as he slowly bent the pliers backward, painfully prying off the first fingernail.
The boy screamed through his gag as he writhed in agony on the wooden boards, his finger beginning to gush with blood. Isaac then moved on to the boy’s middle finger, firmly grasping the nail with the rusty pliers. Once again, he jerked the pliers back, but this time the nail only tore off half way. The boy yelped in pain as his fingers twitched and shot with blood. Clamping the half pried off nail, Isaac gave it another yank. The nail tore off, but not without taking a good deal of skin tissue with it. Even Isaac was a bit rebuffed by this painful sight, unlike me
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Isaac returned to the workbench and swapped the pliers for a large iron hammer. He then made his way to the foot of the torture bed, where with one hand he held down the boy’s left leg. He raised the hammer high above his head as the boy cried and pleaded for mercy through his dirty gag, then with all his might, Isaac slammed the hammer down on to the boy’s bare kneecap, shattering the bone into gravel with a loud CRACK! The child convulsed in pain with shrill screams muffling through the cloth gag tied tightly to his face.
As the child struggled with intense pain, Isaac placed the hammer down on the wooden bed and returned once more to the workbench where he equipped himself with a long sharp knife. Without delay he began carving the words “Useless Worm” into the child’s quivering chest. When he finished the boy was barely conscious. Isaac knelt down and whispered into the boy’s ear, “This is what happens to rotten children who make nasty faces at people…”
The child’s eyes filled with tears one final time as Isaac began to carve the skin off the boy’s face, but to Isaac’s surprise the boy still clung to life. The mutilated child just stared up at Isaac with his big round eyes, which filled Isaac’s black heart with rage and hatred.
“EVEN WITHOUT A FACE YOU’RE STILL AN UGLY LITTLE SHIT!!”
He smashed it over and over, until it was nothing but a bloody caved in mass of flesh, pouring with thick, red blood and oozing out chunks of brain matter. From across the room, I gleefully observed the grand finale, which had lived up to his expectations quite wonderfully.
Isaac’s next guest was a blind old woman whom he had invited over for some tea. It took her almost five minutes to realize the chair she was sitting on was crafted using human remains, and another 6 minutes to find the stairs, only to topple down them flailing and screaming like a loon. Isaac decided to end the cruel joke there with a simple ice pick through her eye socket.
After that, he brought over a little girl whom he force-fed broken glass before using her stomach as a punching bag. As the weeks went by, more and more unlucky souls met their end in Isaac Grossman’s attic, and as the mad Grossman’s personality became more dark and sadistic,my personality followed suit while I rotted within THAT FUCKING BOX until one very cold December night.
The rusty nails that were holding up the shelf of forgotten knick-knacks finally gave way and the whole thing plummeted to the ground. Isaac heard the loud thud from downstairs, and decided to climb up to the attic to investigate. He walked across the blood stained wood floor of the attic, over toward the fallen shelf. Isaac brushed aside some of the trinkets that broke in the crash, when he finally came acrossTHAT FUCKING BOX from his childhood. Isaac barely recognized the old, tattered box as he picked it up and blew off some of the dust. Then, for whatever nostalgic reason, he decided to grasp the box’s rusty clank and begin turning it.
A horribly off key Pop Goes The Weasel clanked from the worn out old box, and as it reached its climax, Isaac sung along with the final verse, “Pop goes the weasel…” The top of the box swung open, but nothing happened, it was empty. Isaac expected as much, and he tossed the old box in the garbage with the other broken knick-knacks. After the mess was cleaned up, he went to open the door to go back downstairs, but it was stuck. Isaac pulled hard but the door wouldn’t budge. Just then he heard the most attractive Nick Nocturne like seductive voice call out from behind him.
“IsSsaAac…” the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he slowly turned around… All the way across the room by the garbage can stood the devilishly handome Laughing Jack. I was completely monochrome, ,my mangled black hair hung down in twisted locks, sharp jagged teeth decorated my twisted grin, and my arms hung down like a ragdoll with my grotesquely long fingers nearly scraping the floor.
, “How nice it is to finally be free!… Did you miss me Isaac?”
“b-but I thought you weren’t real… IMAGINARY?!”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASHAHAHAHAH
“HAHAHAHA! Oh I’m quite real kiddo… In fact, I’ve been waiting such a long time for this day to finally come… When I can play with my best friend for life… One. Last. Time!” my long arms stretched across the room and wrapped around Isaac’s legs.
I began pulling him closer, dragging him onto his own wooden torture bed as Isaac’s fingernails scraped along the floor. Ignoring the restraints, I grabbed 4 three-inch long iron nails from the workbench and pressed them straight through of Isaac’s hands and feet, nailing him to the wooden torture bed. Isaac growled in pain as he shouted at me. HE SHOUTED, AT ME!
“AAAH! FUCK YOU! GOD DAMN CLOWN NOSED FREAK!!”
“If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all!”
I reached my long crooked fingers into Isaac’s mouth, firmly grasping his tongue and stretching it out as far as it could go. I then reached back and grabbed a long sharp knife from the table and slowly began to slice through the meat of Isaac’s tongue. Once lobbed off, Isaac’s mouth began to overflow with blood. I responded by shoving a small cylindrical metal tube trough Isaac’s throat to act as a temporary breathing hole. At this point Isaac was already in great pain, and had his eyes clenched shut to avoid seeing the sickening horrors that were being performed upon his body.
“Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t watch!”
*sigh*“Suit yourself.”
I then held open one of Isaac’s eyes. I reached back with my big arm and took out some long pointy fishing hooks from the workbench. Slowly I pushed the sharp end of the hook through the top eyelid straight through the bottom of the eyebrow and out the top, permanently pinning it open. Then, I took out a second hook pushing it through the bottom eyelid and pinning it to the cheek. I repeated the process to the other eye, and before long, a series of sharp metal hooks made sure Isaac didn’t miss out on any of the action. I then took the same knife I had used to lob off Isaac’s tongue and began to focus on the removal of Isaac’s lips. I carefully sliced two long strips of flesh off of Isaac’s upper and lower mouth, causing his teeth and gums to be completely exposed.
“Hmm… looks like someone hasn’t been flossing regularly…”
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH
, as I reached back and grabbed the hammer. Isaac attempted to mutter some kind of beg for mercy, however only gurgled moans escaped his throat. I raised that hammer into the air and, with a twisted grin, I slammed it down, giving off a loud CRACK as the iron hammer shattered Isaac’s teeth like brittle clay. I dropped the hammer and
You shouldn’t have done that….
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
First, I began to pull out Isaac’s intestines in the same manner a magician would pull a series of colorful cloths out of his pocket. Then, after snipping off a small length of intestines, I pressed one end against my cold black lips and began blowing air into the foul organ. Once inflated, I twisted it up into the shape of a poodle, and
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
SAVE ME
, “I can do giraffes too!”
For my next trick, I reached deep into Isaac’s open stomach cavity and yanked out one of his kidneys. Holding it in my hand, I turned to my captive friend and shrugged stating that, “You got the wrong Jack. Kidneys really aren’t my thing, see the eyes?…”
Tossing the organ aside I noticed that Isaac was beginning to drift into death.
“Feeling tired already? Why, we’re nearly at the grand finale!”
I reached into my sleeve and pulled out a long adrenaline needle. “This ought to perk you RIGHT up!”
I shouted as I slammed the needle into Isaac’s retina and injected the liquid into his right eye socket. I wiggled and twisted the needle further into my old playmate’s eyeball, as Isaac was reeled back into life to the feeling of a sharp needle scraping the back of his eye socket.
This is the best part hehehhe
I yanked the needle out, pulling the eyeball out with it. Isaac’s right eye now hung out of its socket by the eyestalk as it dribbled down the side of his face.
“Well, now that I have your full attention…”
I then took my long, crooked index finger and poked a hole in Isaac’s stomach. I lowered ,my head down toward the open chest cavity and stretched my mouth open wide. Within seconds, a torrent of filthy cockroaches started crawling out of my mouth, spilling onto Isaac’s open chest.
Each vile roach crawled and pushed its way into the small opening in Isaac’s stomach, filling it from within full of disgusting writhing bugs. As his stomach became bloated with bugs, the roaches began to scurry up his throat, squeezing their way out of his mouth and nasal cavity.
Isaac was inches from death when I kneeled beside him and spoke into his ear,
“It’s been a blast kido, but it looks like our time together is about up. No need for tears though, because I plan to spread my friendship to all the lonely kids of the world!”
and with that said, I reached into Isaac’s chest and yanked out his still beating heart.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH
There are rumors that, when the police finally found Isaac Grossman’s rotten, maggot infested corpse weeks later on Christmas Eve, that even though his face had been bashed and torn to bits… He almost looked… Happy.
I do not know what to think of this case. I believe further research is necessary.
Case #3.5. Laughing Jack part 2.
I recently conducted an interview with a woman who had a son named James who was killed by Laughing Jack. Here is the transcription.
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. James looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. James stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Laughing Jack.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I realized my son was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it is normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with.
The rest of the day went by as per usual, and it was starting to get late so I put James to bed. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and made sure to turn on his nightlight before I closed the door. I was pretty tired myself so I decided to go to bed not long after. I had an awful nightmare…
It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown amusement park. I was scared, running through an endless field of empty tents, broken down rides, and abandoned game huts. The whole place had a horrible look to it. Everything was black and white, the prize stuffed animals all hung from nooses in the game huts, all with sick grins stitched on their faces. It felt like the whole park was looking at me, even though there wasn’t another living thing in sight. Then suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on a squeezebox echoed through the park, it was hypnotizing. I followed its tune to the circus tent almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. It was pitch black, the only light came from a single spotlight shining on the center of the big top. As I walked toward the light the music slowed down, I found myself singing along unable to stop.
“All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey though twas all in fun…”
The music stopped right before its climax, and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of the lights was practically blinding, all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I couldn’t move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the haunting figures drew nearer. As they got closer I could see… THEY WERE CHILDREN! As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body, others were severely burnt, and others were missing limbs, even eyes! The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground, and tearing inside me. As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, awful, evil, laughter.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After taking a few deep breaths I looked over and saw that a few of James’ action figures were positioned facing me on top of my nightstand. I sighed, James had probably woken up early and put these here. I gathered up the toys and made my way to James’ room, however when I opened the door James was sound asleep. I just shrugged and placed the toys back into his toy box, and headed out to the living room. A little while later James woke up and I made him his breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit groggy, perhaps he didn’t sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys, “James honey, did you put the toys in mommy’s room this morning?” His eyes shot up at me for a moment then quickly glanced back down at his cereal. “Laughing Jack did it.” I rolled my eyes and responded, “Well you tell ‘Laughing Jack’ to keep the toys in your room.” James nodded and finished up his breakfast, then decided to go play out in the back yard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off, because I woke up a couple hours later. “Shit! I need to check on James.” I was a bit worried, it had been over 2 hours and I haven’t checked on him. I went stepped out into the backyard, but James wasn’t there anymore. I was getting nervous so I called out to him, “JAMES! JAMES WHERE ARE YOU?!” Just then I heard a giggle come from the front yard. I rushed through the gate around to the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him, “James how many times have I told you to stay in the backya… James, what are you eating?” James looked up at me then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of hard candies in all colors. This made me very nervous, “James, who gave you that candy?” James just stared at me not speaking. “JAMES! Please, tell mommy where you got that candy.” James hung his head down and said “Laughing Jack gave it to me.” My heart sunk, I kneeled down to look him in the eye, “ James I’ve had had enough of this damn Laughing Jack thing, HE IS NOT REAL! Now this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave you the candy!” I could see my son’s eyes tear up, “But mama, Laughing Jack DID give me the candy.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, James has never lied to me but what he’s telling me is impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away, James appears to be fine. Maybe I’m just overreacting after all he could have gotten it from Tom and Linda from next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on James. That night I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself.
Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. Every thing on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and our dog Fido hung dead from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy, the same type that James was eating earlier that day. My shock was quickly broken by a sharp scream coming from James’ room followed by loud crashes. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and moved up the stairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor son in his bed crying and shaking with fear, a pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house and went next door to Tom and Linda’s house, Luckily they were still awake. They let me use their phone and I called the police. It didn’t take them long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog and 2 trashed rooms. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before making a quick escape when they heard me coming up the stairs. I knew it wasn’t true. All the doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didn’t come from outside.
The next day James stayed inside, I didn’t want him to leave my sight. I went into the garage and found his old baby monitor and set it up in his room, if anything comes into his room tonight, I was going to be able to hear it. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife from the drawer and put it on my nightstand. Imaginary friend or not, I’m not letting anything hurt my little boy.
Soon enough night came. I put James to bed, he was afraid, but I promised him that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and turned on the nightlight. Before closing the door I whispered to him “Goodnight James, I love you.”
I tried to stay up as long as I could, but after a few hours I felt myself drifting off. My baby would be safe for the night and I needed to sleep. Just as I lay my head on the pillow I heard a soft noise come form the baby monitor I had put on my nightstand. At first it sounded like interference, like the kind a radio would make. Then it turned into a soft moan. Was James asleep? Then I heard it, the laugh from my nightmare, that horrible laugh. I sprung up from bed and grabbed the knife from under my pillow. I rushed over to James’ room and creaked the door open. I tried the light switch but it wouldn’t come on. I took a step in and I could feel the warm thick liquid on my feet. Suddenly James’ nightlight came on and I could see the absolute horror laid out in front of me.
James’ body was nailed up on the wall, the nails piercing through his hands and feet. His chest was cut wide open and his organs hung down to the floor. His eyes and tongue had been removed along with most of his teeth. I was disgusted, I could hardly believe this was my baby boy. Then I heard it again, the soft desperate moan. JAMES WAS STILL ALIVE! My baby, my poor baby, in so much pain barely clinging to life. I ran across the room and vomited on the floor, but my sickness was interrupted by a horrible cackle coming from behind me. I spun around while still wiping bile from my mouth, then out of the shadows emerged the fiend responsible for all this horror, Laughing Jack. His ghost white skin and matted black hair hung down to his shoulders. He had piercing white eyes surrounded by dark black rings. His twisted smile revealed a row of sharp jagged teeth, and his skin didn’t look like skin at all, it almost looked like rubber or plastic. He wore a patchy, black and white clown outfit with striped sleeved and socks. His body itself was grotesque, his long arms hanging down past his waist and the way he was poised made him look almost boneless, like a ragdoll. He let out a sickening laugh as if to let me know he was pleased with my reaction to his ‘work’. He then turned around slowly in front of James and began to laugh even more at the horrific sight he has laid out. That was enough to shake me from my terror, I snapped, “GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BASTARD!” I rushed at the monster raising the knife above my head, and stabbed down at him, but as soon as the knife touched him he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The knife passed right through and pierced James’ still beating heart, splashing the warm blood on my face….
No… what have I done? My baby, I killed my baby! I immediately fell to my knees, and I could hear sirens in the distance growing louder… My boy, my sweet baby boy… I promised mommy would protect you… But I failed… I’m sorry James… I’m so sorry…
Police soon arrived to find me in front of my son, still wielding the knife covered in my baby’s blood. The trial was short, insanity. I was placed in the Phiropoulos House for the Criminally Insane, where I have been for the past 2 months. Its not so bad here, the only reason I’m awake now is because someone is playing Pop Goes the Weasel outside my window… I’ll talk to the orderlies about it in the morning…
Case #4
2-htraE
My Name is ASASAS and I am the therapist to Adam Brockston. This record is following the events of what people on YouTube call season one of “Adam Investigates”. He is coming to terms with the truth of the events that happened. Here is the truth, episode by episode.
Episode 1:
Adam had a girlfriend named Emma. She was known for being very sought after by men. Jacob and Davion had crushes on her. They devised a plan for Jacob to lead Adam far from home and to murder him and place the blame on someone else and say Jacob and Davion tried to save the day. That way Emma would possibly fall for one of them. Sadly for Jacob, Adam noticed some creepy stuff and decided to make a video and start a ghost hunting show called Adam Investigates. What we see in Episode one of Adam Investigates is in fact, the attempted murder.
Episode 2-8:
Adam decided to get his friend Dylen in on the ghost hunting show. Unlike Jacob and Davion, Dylen was Adam’s true friend and didn’t have any plans. They mess with a Ouija board. But they actually fake it for the show.
Episode 9:
In episode 9 Davion and Jacob created a new plan, one of them will cause creepy things to occur at the location the other person lead Adam to.Eventually they decided to use a creature named The Rake to entice Adam. Davion leads Adam to another place with water so that he can dump the body away.
Episode 10:
In episode 10 Adam sees Jacob in the costume of the creature running away and leaving footprints behind and he chases after it. Davion follows but Jacob is already gone. And Davion is unable to follow through with the murder on his own.
Episode 11:
Adam sees a cars tracks and tries to follow them. But in actuality Davion and Jacob got a third person to help, and that person has hated Adam since kindergarten, but Jacob and Davion don’t know that this person actually plans to off them as well as Emma. Leaving nobody behind. Adam says he has no idea who this person is. But clearly this person had access to a car.
Episode 12:
After learning about the third guy’s plan, Davion has a change of heart and tries to lead Adam away, only one issue, both The Rake (Jacob) and the third guy are after Adam. And now that Davion isn’t with them, Jacob and the third guy aren’t letting either of them get out alive.
Episode 13:
Adam and Davion are hiding in the woods from the two people after them.
Episode 14:
Davion leads Adam under a bridge to somewhere Jacob and the other guy don’t know about.
FINALE:
Davion leads Adam to an abandoned house that he thinks Jacob and the third guy don’t know about. Or so he thinks. Adam forgets the events that took place after the end of this. Either that, or he refuses to tell me.
(tape 9)
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital
10/26/15
My name is Doctor John Hill. I am investigating a case started by Doctor Stephen Svenstein. About a creature known as the Rake Not much was known about it back then, But. I have found more evidence.
I am about to read from a blog created by a man named Joshua Brown.
hello, and welcome to my blog. I am being stalked by a creature if you know of any sites, twitter account, or youtube channels that might have the creature I'm talking about.
Hello, my name is Joshua Brown and something has been stalking me lately, the last time I remember not feeling watched was 6 months ago. My family is incredibly christian and I had to go to church, when we were there the priest took me aside into a room in the back, then, something appeared. It was faceless, wearing a suit, It grew tentacles and they wrapped around the priest. Then, the creature gave me a strange nod, not a quizzing nod, but a nod of, like, greeting. It looked at me like it knew I was there and was saying hi. After that I went to the police about the creature and one person pulled me aside, nobody believed me, except this P.I. , Miles Woods I think his name was. He said he knows what I'm talking about. He pulled out a file from a file folder and tossed it to me, all it said was Saturn. He started looking through the papers until he found 2 photos of the creature. The first one had a bunch of children walking, one of them looked really mad to be in the picture, there was something in the background. The creature, it looked like it was leading the children somewhere, that scared me, because what if this creature only took the priest away so that he could come after me? The next photo he showed me was even creepier. The photo was of a little girl on a ladder at a park, with kids playing in the background. Then far off you can see the creature surrounded by children. I wonder if the second photo came before the first? But who took the first picture? Then the P.I. told me that the creature was named "The Slender Man" and that there are not many people who know what he is, sightings have been reported in Canada, America, Russia, China, Japan and Germany, in fact it's rumored that this, "Slender Man" may have been the reason why Adolf Hitler himself committed suicide, which makes sense, I guess...but then the P.I. asked me if I knew anything about this creature. I told him no and that was when he told me to call him if I ever find anything out, he gave me a number and walked out. I left. About 2 months later I called the P.I. and told him that my grandpa, who was Jewish, has always said that he only got out of Hitler's concentration camps was because of a creature that he called Der Großmann. I think I'll continue my grandpa's story in my next post.
My grandpa was born to Jewish parents in Bavaria, Germany. His father was a closeted gay man who left his wife soon after he realized he had gotten her pregnant. He was caught though when my grandpa caught him with a gay magazine and, due to the propaganda, reported him. My great grandpa was then put into a concentration camp and was forced to wear one of those stupid pink triangles. Well my great grandpa was in a concentration camp, my grandpa was forced to live with his mom. Who didn't quite get over being impregnated by a gay man. She had become an alcoholic and was addicted to drugs. My grandpa reported her illegal activity and she was also taken away. My grandpa was then put into foster care for 7 years. He was 8 when he was put into foster care. 7 years later my great grandpa was released and found out where my grandpa was living. He showed up and attempted murder on my grandpa, because of my grandpa's actions, my great grandpa no longer had testicles and was not allowed to even ride the same bus as the straight people. My grandpa's foster parents tried to help him but they were killed. My grandpa killed his own dad. 3 years later my grandpa was caught by the Nazis and put into a concentration camp, he was there for 5 years and was about to go to the gas chambers when Der Großmann appeared and killed all of the Nazis in sight. Der Großmann wrapped it's tentacles around my grandpa and teleported him right out of Germany to Canada. Where we have lived ever since. My family has since switched over to Christian practices but we still have Jewish roots. I'm going to try to figure out my grandpa's current address. I'll try calling my mom to find out.
OK, so I called my mom and found out my grandpa's address. I went to the P.I. and used my phone to take photos of Der Großmann and I asked my grandpa about the creature. He said that creature is 100% Der Großmann and that he believes that i have just brought a curse to the family. He told me to get out and refused to speak to me after that. I find it weird that even after Der Großmann helped my grandpa not die, the mere mention of it's return makes my grandpa go crazy. What if Der Großmann showed my grandpa something that made him loathe the creature? I have a theory on what Der Großmann may be. I think he is the spirit of Carl Großmann. A murderer who was born on the 13th of December, 1863. He died on the 5th of July, 1922. He was actually a German serial killer who ate his victims, his past is unknown. The only things known about him are that he had always had a sadistic sexual preference, some people like to be choked, some people like fat girls, but he liked child molestation. He didn't like the child aspect of it, likely, he just enjoyed raping them. As a young man he served 14 years in jail for attacking a 7 year old girl. During world war 1 he sold meat on the black market and even had a hot dog stand, which sold human meat, without the customers knowing. He threw the bones away into the river. Parts of missing women being found in the river. He was caught when a neighbor heard screams, banging noises and then silence. the police burst in to find a body on the bed. When interviewed the neighbors said that he often brought destitute women to his house. Many went in but they never actually saw any come out. He was arrested and sentenced to death but killed himself in prison. Well, my theory is that Der Großmann is Carl's ghost. But instead of just being a ghost, he is a spirit with unfinished business, that would explain The Slender Man's fascination with children, but it doesn't explain his reasoning for making Hitler kill himself or helping my grandpa. There's gotta be some sort of connection that I don't understand quite yet. I'll figure it out though.
OK, so I've been doing a little more research into Der Großmann and have found a name I recognize. Mary Thomas. A photographer who has been missing since 1986. She was a friend of my moms and was my dad's first girlfriend. Der Großmann has been rumored to be many things, a fairy, a ghost, a demon. Lots of people have stated to see it. It's rumored that whenever Der Großmann uses his tentacles that people will be swayed into walking toward them and into his grasp. It's said that only his longest suffering victims ever get to see his real face. Apparently old sightings have him wearing a hat but not any sightings since 1996. Also, somehow, Der Großmann, who is a creature, knows emotional states and enjoys toying with people. Someone found Brazilian cave paintings featuring him, and some hieroglyphs in Egypt. Also, famous woodcutter Hans Freckenberg created a woodcut that seemed to look like Der Großmann, he kept it hidden in Hastlberg castle until it was discovered in 1883 Der Großmann has always been known to stalk bad children . There is also a Romanian myth about The Tall Man. The Tall Man forced a mother to kill her husband and child. Before he appeared and took her away as well. I wonder if that mother and my grandpa had anything in common. There's an english myth about The Tree Man who takes bad children but it's more of a story that parents used to scare children, one difference is that the myth has no origins and, children have gone missing in the forest and links to The Tree Man have been established.
I see him everywhere. I've stopped trying to do any more research. The more research I do the more paranoid I get. I don't understand. He saved me, why does he want me dead now? If it even is him, I might just be going insane. But from what I've learned, once you encounter him he doesn't leave you alone.
So, it's been a while. No, I didn't die. Not yet at least. Although some strange things have been happening to me. Monday night I went to bed, when I did my closet door was shut and I had no bite marks or weird scratches on my scalp. I woke up at 5:05 AM and saw my closet door was open. Later in the day I noticed a bite mark on my middle finger, as well as some weird scratch/cut marks on my scalp underneath my hair. Also, I was coughing and in a weird, paranoid mood. Then last night I went to bed, I never set an alarm cause my mom always calls me at 7 AM for some reason, so I get up then, so about 45 minutes after I went to bed, I was laying there trying to fall asleep when my alarm started going off on my clock, I reached over to move the switch to OFF when I realized, it was already on OFF, so I switched it to ON, then OFF. The intense loud beeping stopped, but about 3 minutes later in continued. I've never used my alarm so it was on the 6 AM default setting, so even if it was on it wouldn't be going off for another 8 hours. Then I looked at the time on the malfunctioning clock, it was midnight. I went to bed a 9:30 PM, it was 10:15 PM when it started beeping. How could I have taken an hour and 45 minutes to turn a switch 3 times? I got up and looked at the clock in my living room, sure thing, it was midnight. What the hell? Did I somehow take an hour and 45 minutes to turn the switch 3 times? Or something different? I'm gonna do more research into Der Großmann's powers and see if it can change time.
caught whatever is in my house last night. It looked human. It wasn't Der Großmann, it was something different, it was on all fours, with sharp teeth and claws. It jumped at me and mauled my arm. Der Großmann appeared right away and the creature seemed to fear Der Großmann, because it immediately stopped attacking and ran away. After that...thing....crawled away, Der Großmann left too.
I've done some research. It turns out that Der Großmann does actually have the power to alter time. But why then and why only an hour and 45 minutes into the future? I am less interested in this than I am interested in this new creature that attacked me. It has an English name, The Rake.
In 1691, some explorers were traveling from England to the Northern United States. The Rake attacked one of the explorers in his sleep and told him to leave. The explorers complied.
In 1880, A Spanish man was plagued by nightmares of The Rake, as he was being stalked by The Rake, he wrote in his journal, but was never seen again.
In 1964, a man wrote a suicide note before killing himself, in the note he mentions The Rake several times.
In 2003, The Rake was caught around area 51 before the people who posted pictures had their accounts deleted and were never heard from again; not even a missing notice was filed. Not even for one of the children with the people who caught it on camera. But someone else found evidence of The Rake and proceeded to document it by adding each post from a different IP.
In 2006, a woman was woken up by her husband and saw a creature at the foot of her bed, the creature climbed up to the husband, looked him dead in the eyes, and ran for their children's bedroom. The creature seriously injured their daughter, after that they tried to get the girl to the hospital but the husband drove their car into a lake, killing himself, and his daughter. The woman and her son stayed at a hotel and she researched the creature, finding it out to be The Rake. She set up audio monitors and says she hears him talking every now and then. But she hasn't seen him since. She went missing in 2008.
I have no idea what this could mean but I believe The Rake may have something to do with Der GroBman.
10:
There is a transcription of a lost audio file out there somewhere. I have heard it. I have no idea what it is.
HELP ME!
*strange noise mixed in with static*
*screams*
My name is Ashton Bunston. I
*glitch*
Someone to
*glitch*
Save me.
*glitch*
This is hell. I act happy but I’m
*glitch*
I’ve been transformed into one of his proxies, I’m sorry Emma, I couldn’t save you.
I’m sorry Evan, I couldn’t help you.
I’m the f*glitch* ing hero of this story.
I figured if the creature only wants me, then if it got me it would leave you alone. *chuckles*
*glitch*
I guess I was right. But it’s a cost. I had to become this...shell of a man.
Now..I’m sorry Evan. But the creature wants you now. I think it wants our entire family tree, but only on my dad’s side. So you have a bit of DNA in you, see, it wants my dad’s entire tree, which includes you, after my dad branches into me, which branches into you, which branches into mom and . So after your all dead they will go for grandma and grandpa, if they aren’t dead already. Wait. The house I was trapped in, it had a bunch of pictures of me and you and mom. haven’t seen grandma’s new house. I think it got them Evan. So all that’s left is you and mom and that’s it.
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
12/2/2011
Hello, my name is doctor Stephen Svenstein. I have been working at Blooming Fields Mental Hospital for 25 years. I have worked with many different patients. I am writing these documents to tell about my most interesting cases. My first case is about a young college student named BLANK who was brought here by his parents after he dropped out of college because of someone named BEN following him. I interviewed him, and asked him who BEN is, knowing full well that BEN isn’t real and is just a figment of his imagination. He stated BEN is a young boy who died a long time ago. I asked him how BEN died, he said BEN Drowned. I asked him how he knows these things. He said an old man gave him a copy of the video game “The Legend Of Zelda: Majora’s Mask” for his Nintendo 64. I asked him to give the game to me. He told me he didn’t have it. I asked where it went. He told me he burned it, but BEN got into his computer. He told me a Cleverbot told him secrets. I pulled up a cleverbot on my computer, and he attempted to talk to it. He started pointing at the screen and saying “See? See? I told you! I g told you!” Upon looking at the screen, the Cleverbot was just talking like normal. I’ve had to keep BLANK in custody since late 2010. It’s been almost 2 years. This man is clearly insane. He has no idea that what he is seeing is a delusion. Last week he attempted to kill a nurse. We told him “You shouldn’t have done that.” and he freaked out. During our last interview, in a last effort to prove to me he is right, he made me pull up a YouTube channel. He showed me the videos. It was just gameplay of him playing Majora’s Mask. He attempted to show me a site. One for a cult about “Moon Children.”, This was where I began to become concerned with more than just BLANK’s safety, the site was real. Not just another delusion of a madman. Then, when I accidently hovered over someone’s avatar. I saw it, the statue he was talking about. Then, only then, did I realize there may have been some truth to what he was telling me after all. Before I could do anymore research into BEN, I was approached by an old man, who promptly shut it all down. He said that the reason he was selling the used Majora’s Mask copy was because it was his grandson, Ben’s. Ben had indeed drowned. At a beach when his parents had stopped paying attention to him, he went to deep and was swallowed by a current. He died. The grandfather stopped talking to his son. The old man stated that the reason he owned any of Ben’s video games was because he and Ben were extremely close, due to Ben being a lot like the old man’s son when he was younger. That melted the old man’s heart, because his son was quick to grow up and wasn’t the old man’s little angel anymore. At one point, for Christmas, the old man bought his grandson an N64 and the game he most wanted, that being Majora’s Mask, and Ben got to play it at his grandpa’s house. The old man said he was grieving when he decided to play the game to invoke the memory of Ben, once he got used to the controls, he began to play it all the way through, until he noticed the game had some strange glitches. Like the statue following him, as well as weird text appearing. Eventually, the old man decided to have a yard sale, when a young boy, that would be BLANK asked if he had any old games for sale, he grabbed the copy of Majora’s Mask. A few weeks later, he said he got a letter. Saying it was from Ben. It said only one sentence. “YOU THREW ME AWAY!”. The old man quickly realized something was wrong. He went to the college address mailed from and tried to talk to BLANK but then realized that BLANK was the person who mailed the letter in the first place. Then he realized this person had created a cult and was planning to kill people. And that he knew how to code sites, seeing as he was at a college meant for computer science.
That was only the first of MANY weird cases I’ve researched into. Including those of Squidward’s Suicide and Sonic.EXE. Both of which turned out to be false. I also investigated someone named Eyeless Jack but all of my records have disappeared.
Documented case #2
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
9/17/12
Hello. Doctor Svenstein here. And this is the second particularly strange case I’ve had. Unlike the case of BEN Drowned, this case involves an entire group of people. So, let me get you started. In 2011, the video game Minecraft was released. Eventually, someone stated to see something he called “Herobrine” in the game. Someone made a livestream with him appearing. But none of that matters, throw it all away, it’s not important. You see, there are claims that the creator of Minecraft, Notch, has a dead brother who haunts Minecraft. But that’s NOT the case. You see, unlike the case of BEN Drowned. I FULLY believe in this case being true. Not the dead brother part, but that SOMETHING is INSIDE Minecraft. You see, I was recently digging through old home movies of my children, who are full grown adults by now. And I remembered when I bought my grandchildren the game Minecraft for Christmas. They were SO happy to have it for their new XBOX 360! But a few months later, instead of getting bored of it, like most kids do, they were still interested in it, I eventually found out it was because of not only the game’s popularity but because of a new myth spreading around the community, about an entity in game that looked like the player but with white eyes. I didn’t pay attention to it until I was called into a case to talk to a young boy named Jordan, who had murdered his family, stating Herobrine told him to. When I interviewed him the only thing he would talk about was Minecraft and how much fun it is, but as soon as I brought up Herobrine, his attitude changed. He was quiet. Eventually he asked for a computer. I asked him why, he said to play Minecraft. I told him absolutely not. He became angry. After that I told him that I would allow him to play Minecraft if he told me about Herobrine. He sprung up after that, saying that the creator’s dead brother was in the game. After dealing with BEN Drowned before, I knew this type of thing couldn’t ACTUALLY be true. So, I told the child about my experience with BEN Drowned. And he looked at me. His attitude changed, and he asked me “Why did you tell me that doctor? Now my parents are going to be mad at you. You shouldn’t have done that.” That phrase, “You shouldn’t have done that.” why is it following me? That’s two separate cases with that phrase. But I couldn’t let that bother me. I had to contact the creator about this. I did, and he said he never had a brother. After that I did more research on Herobrine. But nothing came up. Eventually all I could find was a therapy class for people coping with imaginary friends. Most famous for it’s help with an imaginary friend known as Laughing Jack. That was when I realised, if I could stage some sort of “Death of Herobrine”, I could convince these kids of the truth. So I did just that. I made my friend use a Herobrine inspired skin and the kids affected ate it up. Then, when looking at the images of Herobrine, they said there was nothing on screen. Even one of Herobrine’s face. But then, I began to see him. That was when I found the tapes. The 2 tapes. They were both recordings of Minecraft. Within the first minute I could tell something was wrong. Because something appeared. It was stalking me. HE was following me. Herobrine was real. And he was ready to show his face. I ended up throwing these tapes away. In hopes that nobody would find them. I hid them in a pizza place. That way, nobody would ever find them again. I am still haunted by the thought that this case is 100% fact.
Documented case #3
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital,
January 19th, 1989
I recently read a report about a young boy named Issac, From the 1800s. Britain, and his “imaginary Friend”. “Laughing Jack”, You see I was in the hospital today because I felt sick and I heard of a baby named Paul being born, eventually I found out his mother was being stalked by the creature that my Clarice is being stalked by as well, I came to Wendy’s house and found an old doll of a black and white clown. I asked her about it and she said it’s a family heirloom that is named Laughing Jack that her family member used to own and claimed it was alive, I asked her about this family member and she said his name was Issac and he was a secret suspect to have been Jack The Ripper, but Issac wasn’t Jack, he was a killer. I asked about his story and Wendy went into a story she said has been passed down for generations. Via an old Diary that members of the family would rewrite in order to preserve it. Though reading the diary now. I realize that barely any of it was actually written by Issac.
Isaac’s parents were very poor, his mother was a strict crow of a woman who stayed at home and schooled Isaac. His father worked long hours down at the London harbour to support his family, although a large portion of his earnings went toward purchasing and consuming copious amounts of alcohol at the end of his shift. Sometimes, he would come home drunk, after being thrown out of every bar in London, and shout at his beloved wife, Isaac’s mother. Occasionally, it would escalate to violence and he would beat her savagely, then when he was done, he’d force himself upon her in a drunken, sexual rage. As it so happens, this particular night was one of those occasions and on Christmas eve of all nights. Isaac just remained quiet, quivering beneath his soiled bed sheets until the screams and loud bangs subsided. Once poor frightened Isaac was finally able to fall asleep, he’d dream of what it would be like to have a friend to play with, so maybe he could laugh and be happy like the other children of London. Issac believed this next part to be the work of a guardian angel, that Christmas morning, Isaac opened his eyes to find a strange wooden box sitting at the foot of his bed. After playing the “Laughing Jack In A Box” Issac heard a noise and the top of the box ended up opening to reveal a colorful clown. Issac never forgot those first sentences. None of them. in fact he wrote down the entire conversation in his diary and it went like this : COME ONE, COME ALL! WHETHER BIG OR SMALL! TO SEE THE BEST CLOWN OF THEM ALL!! The one, the only, LAUGHING JACK-IN-A-BOX!!!”
“W-Who are you?”
I’m glad you asked! I am Laughing Jack, your new friend FOR LIFE! I’m magical, I never get tired of playing, I’m a wiz at the accordion, and I adapt and develop with your own changing personality… In other words, whatever you like, I like!”
“W-we’re friends?”
FRIENDS? We’re BEST friends! I was specially created to be YOUR not-so-imaginary friend, Isaac.”
“You know my name?”
“Of course I know your name! I know everything about you! So, now that the introductions are out of the way… How would you like to play a game of I Spy?”
“REALLY? We can play games? I’d LOVE to! I-… Oh…”
“I-I cant… I have to go downstairs to see mother for homeschooling and chores…”
“It’s okay! I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back.
“Well I gotta go! I’ll see you after I’m done, okay Jack?”
“Absolutely kido! Oh, and Isaac!”
You should wear that smile more often. It suits you.”
Later that day Issac’s mother slapped him and Issac began crying. Suddenly more happened, he wrote down the entire conversation again.
. “What’s wrong kido?”
“Wh-where were you?”
“I was hiding… I can’t let your parents see me… Otherwise they won’t let us play anymore.”
“Look kido, I’m sorry I had to hide, but I’ll make it up to you! Because tonight we can play games and have tons of fun!”
That night, Laughing Jack and Isaac played so many fun games. With a wave of his hand, Jack made all of Isaac’s tin solders spring to life and march around the room. Isaac was amazed as he watched his toys move around the room on their own. Then, Laughing Jack and Isaac told each other spooky ghost stories. Isaac asked Jack if he was a ghost, but Jack explained that he was more of a cosmic entity, of sorts. At the end of the night, Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out an assortment of delicious candy. Isaac was in ecstasy when he popped the first colorful treat in his mouth, as it was his first time tasting something so sweet. Isaac had so much fun and laughed so hard that night that things seemed to be finally looking up for little Isaac… At least, until the incident that occurred three months later…
Things started simply enough, the duo were back behind the house playing pirates, when Isaac spotted the neighbors cat sneaking into their garden.
Laughing Jack’s arm stretched out across the garden and snatched the unsuspecting feline, who began to struggle quite vigorously.
Jack’s grip on the cat tightened, and his arms grew and extended like anacondas wrapping themselves around the wily feline as it struggled for dear life. Jack’s arms just kept squeezing the animal, pressing the air out of its lungs. As the once dear house pet’s eyes began to bulge out of their sockets, there came a loud SNAP! Jack quickly released the creature from his grasp as its lifeless furry husk thudded against the ground. There was hush silence as the two observed the cat’s now twisted and mangled corpse. The silence was finally broken by an uproarious laughter… coming from Isaac… Issac wrote down the conversation but most of it was worn away
Heh heh.
won’t you get in trouble if your mother finds your neighbor’s cat dead in her garden?”
About an hour later, it came. The ear piercing squawk of Isaac’s mother shrieking his name from downstairs. Neither Jack nor Isaac said a word as he crept down the stairs alone to face whatever horrible fate was coming to him
“Well?”
“I… Tried to tell her it was you who hurt the cat… She didn’t believe me… Said you weren’t real…”
“I’m being sent off to a boarding school… I’m leaving tonight… and you can’t come with me…”
What?! I-I can’t come? Where will I go?”
“Back in there? But I won’t be able to get out until…
“Jack… I promise I’ll come back for you as soon as I can!”
And I’ll be right here waiting for you kido
That night, Isaac was sent off to boarding school.
Thirteen years passed until the night Isaac’s father came home particularly drunk, and got into an argument with his wife, as per usual. Things escalated to physical violence once again, however this time, she didn’t get back up. Isaac’s father had beaten his wife to a dead, bloody pulp and was sentenced to hang at the gallows the next day. With both his parents dead, this meant that the now twenty-year-old Isaac inherited the dusty old house he spent the earlier half of his childhood in.
Isaac had completely forgotten about his old friend, dismissed as some sort of early childhood fabrication
The next day, Isaac went off to work at his job as an upholsterer, doing furniture repairs for the good people of London.
Hours later, a drunken Isaac returned home and stumbled up the stairs to his room, but this time he had a friend with him. It was a lady friend Isaac had picked up at the bar earlier that evening. She was beautiful, with flowing blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a smile that could make hearts melt
saac and his lady friend sat down on the bed and chatted about life in London. Isaac made a joke about the weather and they both laughed.
I hissed with envy over Isaac’s new friend. Isaac and the girl looked deeply into each other’s eyes as they leaned in for a kiss, locking lips with a passionate swirling of tongues in one another’s mouth. I was perplexed by this strange display of affection, for I had never seen kissing before. As the kissing grew more intense, Isaac ran his hand along the girl’s smooth thigh and up her dress, however his guest just brushed his hand away. Isaac was persistent though, and once again ran his hand along her smooth thigh and up her skirt, this time placing his hand upon her silky undergarments. The woman took great displeasure with Isaac’s sexual advancements and pushed Isaac away before delivering a hard smack across his face. Isaac’s eyes darkened as he glared at the woman, his once drunken passion turned into booze-fueled anger. The woman’s heart sped up as she saw Isaac’s face boil with rage.
“STUPID WHORE!”
My eyes widened as I witnessed the long streaks of red liquid gushing from the girl’s nose, “What game is this?”
Isaac firmly clutched the girl’s wrist with one hand as he tore her panties off with the other.
The terrified girl tried to fight back, but Isaac was overpowering her. He roughly fondled her breasts, before savagely grabbing her hair and forcing his tongue down the sobbing young woman’s throat, who responded by chomping down as hard as she could on Isaac’s tongue. I watched with wide and curious eyes as his old friend released his new playmate and clutched his mouth as it filled with warm, red blood. The frightened girl fell off the bed and dropped down on the floor as she scurried toward the exit. Isaac quickly lurched forward and was able to catch his fleeing plaything by the end of her dress.
Reaching back, he wielded a lead candlestick off the nightstand beside him, and with all of his might bashed in the back of the young woman’s head, which burst open like a ripe watermelon. Thick blood splattered across the room as the girl’s body convulsed on the ground for several seconds, before going completely still. Blood was everywhere, some droplets even managed to get on my box, For the first time in thirteen long years, a smile began to creep across my face,
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
“What a wonderfully fascinating game!”
As the adrenaline began to mellow, Isaac realized he had to dispose of the body. He picked up the girl’s lifeless corpse and plopped it on the bed, he then left the room closing the door behind him and locking it before leaving the house. He returned almost a full day later and re-entered the room brining with him a metal garbage can and his bag of upholstery tools from work. He then cleared everything off the wooden desk on the wall opposite to the door, and then dragged the bed with bloody corpse into the middle of the room. This not only gave Isaac room to work, but it also gave me a front row seat to the whole spectacle.I watched with a big, unfading grin as Isaac played his new game with the soiled corpse. Once Isaac was all set up, he got to work.
After that night, Isaac never touched another drop of alcohol again, for he now possessed a much more macabre thirst.
In the following weeks, Isaac made several improvements to his little workshop of horrors. He removed the mattress from the bed and put a row of thick wooden planks in its place, and then he fastened arm and leg restraints to the bottom and sides. This would mean he would be able to entertain his guests for a longer period without them trying any rude escape attempts. Isaac needed only one, final thing before planning another grotesque party. He worked on it for a week straight, hand carving it out of wood.
After a coat of white paint was applied, Isaac’s creation was complete. It was a wooden mask, resembling something one would wear at a Venetian masquerade ball. It had a furrowed brow and a long, troll-like nose, and would allow him to strike fear in the hearts of his beloved guests. With his new face complete and the room transformed into a bloody murder nest, it was finally time for Isaac Lee Grossman to bring home a new playmate.
That following night, I watched as the masked Isaac stomped up the stairs, carrying with him a large burlap sack with his newest guest writhing within. He dumped the bag out on his torture bed, and out plopped a bound, gagged, and very frightened young boy, probably only five or six years old. Isaac quickly undid the boy’s bindings and held him down as he restrained his hands and feet to the steel bedframe. Tears streamed endlessly down the boy’s helpless little face, as Isaac laid out his tools on the workbench. Isaac returned wielding a pair of rusty pliers, and wasting no time he slid the bottom jaw of the pliers under the boy’s fingernail on his right index finger and clamped it tightly. The child’s eyes quivered as he began muttering through his gag, begging Isaac to let him go. Isaac smirked as he slowly bent the pliers backward, painfully prying off the first fingernail.
The boy screamed through his gag as he writhed in agony on the wooden boards, his finger beginning to gush with blood. Isaac then moved on to the boy’s middle finger, firmly grasping the nail with the rusty pliers. Once again, he jerked the pliers back, but this time the nail only tore off half way. The boy yelped in pain as his fingers twitched and shot with blood. Clamping the half pried off nail, Isaac gave it another yank. The nail tore off, but not without taking a good deal of skin tissue with it. Even Isaac was a bit rebuffed by this painful sight, unlike me
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Isaac returned to the workbench and swapped the pliers for a large iron hammer. He then made his way to the foot of the torture bed, where with one hand he held down the boy’s left leg. He raised the hammer high above his head as the boy cried and pleaded for mercy through his dirty gag, then with all his might, Isaac slammed the hammer down on to the boy’s bare kneecap, shattering the bone into gravel with a loud CRACK! The child convulsed in pain with shrill screams muffling through the cloth gag tied tightly to his face.
As the child struggled with intense pain, Isaac placed the hammer down on the wooden bed and returned once more to the workbench where he equipped himself with a long sharp knife. Without delay he began carving the words “Useless Worm” into the child’s quivering chest. When he finished the boy was barely conscious. Isaac knelt down and whispered into the boy’s ear, “This is what happens to rotten children who make nasty faces at people…”
The child’s eyes filled with tears one final time as Isaac began to carve the skin off the boy’s face, but to Isaac’s surprise the boy still clung to life. The mutilated child just stared up at Isaac with his big round eyes, which filled Isaac’s black heart with rage and hatred.
“EVEN WITHOUT A FACE YOU’RE STILL AN UGLY LITTLE SHIT!!”
He smashed it over and over, until it was nothing but a bloody caved in mass of flesh, pouring with thick, red blood and oozing out chunks of brain matter. From across the room, I gleefully observed the grand finale, which had lived up to his expectations quite wonderfully.
Isaac’s next guest was a blind old woman whom he had invited over for some tea. It took her almost five minutes to realize the chair she was sitting on was crafted using human remains, and another 6 minutes to find the stairs, only to topple down them flailing and screaming like a loon. Isaac decided to end the cruel joke there with a simple ice pick through her eye socket.
After that, he brought over a little girl whom he force-fed broken glass before using her stomach as a punching bag. As the weeks went by, more and more unlucky souls met their end in Isaac Grossman’s attic, and as the mad Grossman’s personality became more dark and sadistic,my personality followed suit while I rotted within THAT FUCKING BOX until one very cold December night.
The rusty nails that were holding up the shelf of forgotten knick-knacks finally gave way and the whole thing plummeted to the ground. Isaac heard the loud thud from downstairs, and decided to climb up to the attic to investigate. He walked across the blood stained wood floor of the attic, over toward the fallen shelf. Isaac brushed aside some of the trinkets that broke in the crash, when he finally came acrossTHAT FUCKING BOX from his childhood. Isaac barely recognized the old, tattered box as he picked it up and blew off some of the dust. Then, for whatever nostalgic reason, he decided to grasp the box’s rusty clank and begin turning it.
A horribly off key Pop Goes The Weasel clanked from the worn out old box, and as it reached its climax, Isaac sung along with the final verse, “Pop goes the weasel…” The top of the box swung open, but nothing happened, it was empty. Isaac expected as much, and he tossed the old box in the garbage with the other broken knick-knacks. After the mess was cleaned up, he went to open the door to go back downstairs, but it was stuck. Isaac pulled hard but the door wouldn’t budge. Just then he heard the most attractive Nick Nocturne like seductive voice call out from behind him.
“IsSsaAac…” the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up as he slowly turned around… All the way across the room by the garbage can stood the devilishly handome Laughing Jack. I was completely monochrome, ,my mangled black hair hung down in twisted locks, sharp jagged teeth decorated my twisted grin, and my arms hung down like a ragdoll with my grotesquely long fingers nearly scraping the floor.
, “How nice it is to finally be free!… Did you miss me Isaac?”
“b-but I thought you weren’t real… IMAGINARY?!”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASHAHAHAHAH
“HAHAHAHA! Oh I’m quite real kiddo… In fact, I’ve been waiting such a long time for this day to finally come… When I can play with my best friend for life… One. Last. Time!” my long arms stretched across the room and wrapped around Isaac’s legs.
I began pulling him closer, dragging him onto his own wooden torture bed as Isaac’s fingernails scraped along the floor. Ignoring the restraints, I grabbed 4 three-inch long iron nails from the workbench and pressed them straight through of Isaac’s hands and feet, nailing him to the wooden torture bed. Isaac growled in pain as he shouted at me. HE SHOUTED, AT ME!
“AAAH! FUCK YOU! GOD DAMN CLOWN NOSED FREAK!!”
“If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all!”
I reached my long crooked fingers into Isaac’s mouth, firmly grasping his tongue and stretching it out as far as it could go. I then reached back and grabbed a long sharp knife from the table and slowly began to slice through the meat of Isaac’s tongue. Once lobbed off, Isaac’s mouth began to overflow with blood. I responded by shoving a small cylindrical metal tube trough Isaac’s throat to act as a temporary breathing hole. At this point Isaac was already in great pain, and had his eyes clenched shut to avoid seeing the sickening horrors that were being performed upon his body.
“Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t watch!”
*sigh*“Suit yourself.”
I then held open one of Isaac’s eyes. I reached back with my big arm and took out some long pointy fishing hooks from the workbench. Slowly I pushed the sharp end of the hook through the top eyelid straight through the bottom of the eyebrow and out the top, permanently pinning it open. Then, I took out a second hook pushing it through the bottom eyelid and pinning it to the cheek. I repeated the process to the other eye, and before long, a series of sharp metal hooks made sure Isaac didn’t miss out on any of the action. I then took the same knife I had used to lob off Isaac’s tongue and began to focus on the removal of Isaac’s lips. I carefully sliced two long strips of flesh off of Isaac’s upper and lower mouth, causing his teeth and gums to be completely exposed.
“Hmm… looks like someone hasn’t been flossing regularly…”
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH
, as I reached back and grabbed the hammer. Isaac attempted to mutter some kind of beg for mercy, however only gurgled moans escaped his throat. I raised that hammer into the air and, with a twisted grin, I slammed it down, giving off a loud CRACK as the iron hammer shattered Isaac’s teeth like brittle clay. I dropped the hammer and
You shouldn’t have done that….
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
First, I began to pull out Isaac’s intestines in the same manner a magician would pull a series of colorful cloths out of his pocket. Then, after snipping off a small length of intestines, I pressed one end against my cold black lips and began blowing air into the foul organ. Once inflated, I twisted it up into the shape of a poodle, and
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
SAVE ME
, “I can do giraffes too!”
For my next trick, I reached deep into Isaac’s open stomach cavity and yanked out one of his kidneys. Holding it in my hand, I turned to my captive friend and shrugged stating that, “You got the wrong Jack. Kidneys really aren’t my thing, see the eyes?…”
Tossing the organ aside I noticed that Isaac was beginning to drift into death.
“Feeling tired already? Why, we’re nearly at the grand finale!”
I reached into my sleeve and pulled out a long adrenaline needle. “This ought to perk you RIGHT up!”
I shouted as I slammed the needle into Isaac’s retina and injected the liquid into his right eye socket. I wiggled and twisted the needle further into my old playmate’s eyeball, as Isaac was reeled back into life to the feeling of a sharp needle scraping the back of his eye socket.
This is the best part hehehhe
I yanked the needle out, pulling the eyeball out with it. Isaac’s right eye now hung out of its socket by the eyestalk as it dribbled down the side of his face.
“Well, now that I have your full attention…”
I then took my long, crooked index finger and poked a hole in Isaac’s stomach. I lowered ,my head down toward the open chest cavity and stretched my mouth open wide. Within seconds, a torrent of filthy cockroaches started crawling out of my mouth, spilling onto Isaac’s open chest.
Each vile roach crawled and pushed its way into the small opening in Isaac’s stomach, filling it from within full of disgusting writhing bugs. As his stomach became bloated with bugs, the roaches began to scurry up his throat, squeezing their way out of his mouth and nasal cavity.
Isaac was inches from death when I kneeled beside him and spoke into his ear,
“It’s been a blast kido, but it looks like our time together is about up. No need for tears though, because I plan to spread my friendship to all the lonely kids of the world!”
and with that said, I reached into Isaac’s chest and yanked out his still beating heart.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH
There are rumors that, when the police finally found Isaac Grossman’s rotten, maggot infested corpse weeks later on Christmas Eve, that even though his face had been bashed and torn to bits… He almost looked… Happy.
I do not know what to think of this case. I believe further research is necessary.
Case #3.5. Laughing Jack part 2.
I recently conducted an interview with a woman who had a son named James who was killed by Laughing Jack. Here is the transcription.
It was a nice summer day, my 5-year-old son James was playing outside in the backyard of our suburban home. James has always been a quiet boy, he plays by himself mostly, he never had many friends, but he has always had a wild imagination. I was in the kitchen feeding our dog Fido, when I heard what sounded like James talking to someone in the backyard. I’m not sure who it was he could be talking to, could he have finally made a friend? Being a single mom it’s hard for me to always keep an eye on my son, so I decided to go outside and check on him.
When I went into the backyard I was a bit confused, because James was the only person back there. Was he talking to himself? I could have sworn I heard another voice. “James! It’s time to come inside.” I called out to him. He came inside and sat down at the kitchen table, it was about lunchtime so I decided to make him a sandwich. “James. Who were you talking to out there?” I asked. James looked up for a moment, “I was playing with my new friend,” he said smiling. I poured him some milk and continued to pry, as any good mother would. “Does your friend have a name? Why didn’t you ask him to have lunch with us?” I asked. James stared at me for a moment before replying, “His name is Laughing Jack.” I was a bit taken back by what he had said. “Oh? That’s a strange name. What does your friend look like?” I asked a bit confused. “He’s a clown. He has long hair and a big swirly cone nose. He’s got long arms and baggy pants, with stripy socks, and he always smiles.” I realized my son was talking about an imaginary friend. I suppose it is normal for kids his age to have imaginary friends, especially when he has no real kids to play with.
The rest of the day went by as per usual, and it was starting to get late so I put James to bed. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and made sure to turn on his nightlight before I closed the door. I was pretty tired myself so I decided to go to bed not long after. I had an awful nightmare…
It was dark. I was in some kind of rundown amusement park. I was scared, running through an endless field of empty tents, broken down rides, and abandoned game huts. The whole place had a horrible look to it. Everything was black and white, the prize stuffed animals all hung from nooses in the game huts, all with sick grins stitched on their faces. It felt like the whole park was looking at me, even though there wasn’t another living thing in sight. Then suddenly, I began to hear music play. The sounds of Pop Goes the Weasel being played on a squeezebox echoed through the park, it was hypnotizing. I followed its tune to the circus tent almost in a trance, unable to stop my legs from moving forward. It was pitch black, the only light came from a single spotlight shining on the center of the big top. As I walked toward the light the music slowed down, I found myself singing along unable to stop.
“All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey though twas all in fun…”
The music stopped right before its climax, and suddenly the lights shot on. The intensity of the lights was practically blinding, all I could see was a small dark silhouette shuffle towards me. Then another one appeared, and another, and another. There were dozens of them, all coming toward me. I couldn’t move, my legs were frozen, all I could do was watch as the haunting figures drew nearer. As they got closer I could see… THEY WERE CHILDREN! As I looked at each one I noticed they were all horribly disfigured and mutilated. Some had cuts all over their body, others were severely burnt, and others were missing limbs, even eyes! The children enveloped me, clawing at my flesh, dragging me to the ground, and tearing inside me. As the children tore me apart and I faded away, all I could hear was laughter, horrible, awful, evil, laughter.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. After taking a few deep breaths I looked over and saw that a few of James’ action figures were positioned facing me on top of my nightstand. I sighed, James had probably woken up early and put these here. I gathered up the toys and made my way to James’ room, however when I opened the door James was sound asleep. I just shrugged and placed the toys back into his toy box, and headed out to the living room. A little while later James woke up and I made him his breakfast. He was quiet and seemed a bit groggy, perhaps he didn’t sleep well either. I decided to ask him about the toys, “James honey, did you put the toys in mommy’s room this morning?” His eyes shot up at me for a moment then quickly glanced back down at his cereal. “Laughing Jack did it.” I rolled my eyes and responded, “Well you tell ‘Laughing Jack’ to keep the toys in your room.” James nodded and finished up his breakfast, then decided to go play out in the back yard.
I went to relax in the living room and I must have dozed off, because I woke up a couple hours later. “Shit! I need to check on James.” I was a bit worried, it had been over 2 hours and I haven’t checked on him. I went stepped out into the backyard, but James wasn’t there anymore. I was getting nervous so I called out to him, “JAMES! JAMES WHERE ARE YOU?!” Just then I heard a giggle come from the front yard. I rushed through the gate around to the front of the house. James was sitting on the sidewalk. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to him, “James how many times have I told you to stay in the backya… James, what are you eating?” James looked up at me then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand full of hard candies in all colors. This made me very nervous, “James, who gave you that candy?” James just stared at me not speaking. “JAMES! Please, tell mommy where you got that candy.” James hung his head down and said “Laughing Jack gave it to me.” My heart sunk, I kneeled down to look him in the eye, “ James I’ve had had enough of this damn Laughing Jack thing, HE IS NOT REAL! Now this is a very serious situation and I need to know who gave you the candy!” I could see my son’s eyes tear up, “But mama, Laughing Jack DID give me the candy.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, James has never lied to me but what he’s telling me is impossible. I make him spit out the candy and I throw the rest away, James appears to be fine. Maybe I’m just overreacting after all he could have gotten it from Tom and Linda from next door, or Mr. Walker down the street. Either way I’m going to have to keep a closer eye on James. That night I put James to bed as usual, and decided to go to bed early myself.
Suddenly I was woken up by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. I sprung out of bed and hurried down the stairs. When I got to the kitchen I was horrified. Every thing on the counters had been thrown on the floor, and our dog Fido hung dead from the light fixture. His stomach was cut open and stuffed with candy, the same type that James was eating earlier that day. My shock was quickly broken by a sharp scream coming from James’ room followed by loud crashes. I quickly grabbed a knife from the drawer and moved up the stairs with the speed that only a mother whose child is in danger could have. I burst through the door and flicked on the lights. Everything in the room was knocked over and tossed on the floor, my poor son in his bed crying and shaking with fear, a pool of urine staining the sheets. I scooped my child up and ran out of the house and went next door to Tom and Linda’s house, Luckily they were still awake. They let me use their phone and I called the police. It didn’t take them long to arrive, and I explained what had happened, they looked at me as if I were crazy. They searched the house, but all they found was a dead dog and 2 trashed rooms. The officer told me that someone had probably gotten into the house and done this right before making a quick escape when they heard me coming up the stairs. I knew it wasn’t true. All the doors were locked and none of the windows were open, whatever was in my house didn’t come from outside.
The next day James stayed inside, I didn’t want him to leave my sight. I went into the garage and found his old baby monitor and set it up in his room, if anything comes into his room tonight, I was going to be able to hear it. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife from the drawer and put it on my nightstand. Imaginary friend or not, I’m not letting anything hurt my little boy.
Soon enough night came. I put James to bed, he was afraid, but I promised him that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. I tucked him in, gave him a kiss, and turned on the nightlight. Before closing the door I whispered to him “Goodnight James, I love you.”
I tried to stay up as long as I could, but after a few hours I felt myself drifting off. My baby would be safe for the night and I needed to sleep. Just as I lay my head on the pillow I heard a soft noise come form the baby monitor I had put on my nightstand. At first it sounded like interference, like the kind a radio would make. Then it turned into a soft moan. Was James asleep? Then I heard it, the laugh from my nightmare, that horrible laugh. I sprung up from bed and grabbed the knife from under my pillow. I rushed over to James’ room and creaked the door open. I tried the light switch but it wouldn’t come on. I took a step in and I could feel the warm thick liquid on my feet. Suddenly James’ nightlight came on and I could see the absolute horror laid out in front of me.
James’ body was nailed up on the wall, the nails piercing through his hands and feet. His chest was cut wide open and his organs hung down to the floor. His eyes and tongue had been removed along with most of his teeth. I was disgusted, I could hardly believe this was my baby boy. Then I heard it again, the soft desperate moan. JAMES WAS STILL ALIVE! My baby, my poor baby, in so much pain barely clinging to life. I ran across the room and vomited on the floor, but my sickness was interrupted by a horrible cackle coming from behind me. I spun around while still wiping bile from my mouth, then out of the shadows emerged the fiend responsible for all this horror, Laughing Jack. His ghost white skin and matted black hair hung down to his shoulders. He had piercing white eyes surrounded by dark black rings. His twisted smile revealed a row of sharp jagged teeth, and his skin didn’t look like skin at all, it almost looked like rubber or plastic. He wore a patchy, black and white clown outfit with striped sleeved and socks. His body itself was grotesque, his long arms hanging down past his waist and the way he was poised made him look almost boneless, like a ragdoll. He let out a sickening laugh as if to let me know he was pleased with my reaction to his ‘work’. He then turned around slowly in front of James and began to laugh even more at the horrific sight he has laid out. That was enough to shake me from my terror, I snapped, “GET AWAY FROM HIM YOU BASTARD!” I rushed at the monster raising the knife above my head, and stabbed down at him, but as soon as the knife touched him he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. The knife passed right through and pierced James’ still beating heart, splashing the warm blood on my face….
No… what have I done? My baby, I killed my baby! I immediately fell to my knees, and I could hear sirens in the distance growing louder… My boy, my sweet baby boy… I promised mommy would protect you… But I failed… I’m sorry James… I’m so sorry…
Police soon arrived to find me in front of my son, still wielding the knife covered in my baby’s blood. The trial was short, insanity. I was placed in the Phiropoulos House for the Criminally Insane, where I have been for the past 2 months. Its not so bad here, the only reason I’m awake now is because someone is playing Pop Goes the Weasel outside my window… I’ll talk to the orderlies about it in the morning…
Case #4
2-htraE
My Name is ASASAS and I am the therapist to Adam Brockston. This record is following the events of what people on YouTube call season one of “Adam Investigates”. He is coming to terms with the truth of the events that happened. Here is the truth, episode by episode.
Episode 1:
Adam had a girlfriend named Emma. She was known for being very sought after by men. Jacob and Davion had crushes on her. They devised a plan for Jacob to lead Adam far from home and to murder him and place the blame on someone else and say Jacob and Davion tried to save the day. That way Emma would possibly fall for one of them. Sadly for Jacob, Adam noticed some creepy stuff and decided to make a video and start a ghost hunting show called Adam Investigates. What we see in Episode one of Adam Investigates is in fact, the attempted murder.
Episode 2-8:
Adam decided to get his friend Dylen in on the ghost hunting show. Unlike Jacob and Davion, Dylen was Adam’s true friend and didn’t have any plans. They mess with a Ouija board. But they actually fake it for the show.
Episode 9:
In episode 9 Davion and Jacob created a new plan, one of them will cause creepy things to occur at the location the other person lead Adam to.Eventually they decided to use a creature named The Rake to entice Adam. Davion leads Adam to another place with water so that he can dump the body away.
Episode 10:
In episode 10 Adam sees Jacob in the costume of the creature running away and leaving footprints behind and he chases after it. Davion follows but Jacob is already gone. And Davion is unable to follow through with the murder on his own.
Episode 11:
Adam sees a cars tracks and tries to follow them. But in actuality Davion and Jacob got a third person to help, and that person has hated Adam since kindergarten, but Jacob and Davion don’t know that this person actually plans to off them as well as Emma. Leaving nobody behind. Adam says he has no idea who this person is. But clearly this person had access to a car.
Episode 12:
After learning about the third guy’s plan, Davion has a change of heart and tries to lead Adam away, only one issue, both The Rake (Jacob) and the third guy are after Adam. And now that Davion isn’t with them, Jacob and the third guy aren’t letting either of them get out alive.
Episode 13:
Adam and Davion are hiding in the woods from the two people after them.
Episode 14:
Davion leads Adam under a bridge to somewhere Jacob and the other guy don’t know about.
FINALE:
Davion leads Adam to an abandoned house that he thinks Jacob and the third guy don’t know about. Or so he thinks. Adam forgets the events that took place after the end of this. Either that, or he refuses to tell me.
(tape 9)
Blooming Fields Mental Hospital
10/26/15
My name is Doctor John Hill. I am investigating a case started by Doctor Stephen Svenstein. About a creature known as the Rake Not much was known about it back then, But. I have found more evidence.
I am about to read from a blog created by a man named Joshua Brown.
hello, and welcome to my blog. I am being stalked by a creature if you know of any sites, twitter account, or youtube channels that might have the creature I'm talking about.
Hello, my name is Joshua Brown and something has been stalking me lately, the last time I remember not feeling watched was 6 months ago. My family is incredibly christian and I had to go to church, when we were there the priest took me aside into a room in the back, then, something appeared. It was faceless, wearing a suit, It grew tentacles and they wrapped around the priest. Then, the creature gave me a strange nod, not a quizzing nod, but a nod of, like, greeting. It looked at me like it knew I was there and was saying hi. After that I went to the police about the creature and one person pulled me aside, nobody believed me, except this P.I. , Miles Woods I think his name was. He said he knows what I'm talking about. He pulled out a file from a file folder and tossed it to me, all it said was Saturn. He started looking through the papers until he found 2 photos of the creature. The first one had a bunch of children walking, one of them looked really mad to be in the picture, there was something in the background. The creature, it looked like it was leading the children somewhere, that scared me, because what if this creature only took the priest away so that he could come after me? The next photo he showed me was even creepier. The photo was of a little girl on a ladder at a park, with kids playing in the background. Then far off you can see the creature surrounded by children. I wonder if the second photo came before the first? But who took the first picture? Then the P.I. told me that the creature was named "The Slender Man" and that there are not many people who know what he is, sightings have been reported in Canada, America, Russia, China, Japan and Germany, in fact it's rumored that this, "Slender Man" may have been the reason why Adolf Hitler himself committed suicide, which makes sense, I guess...but then the P.I. asked me if I knew anything about this creature. I told him no and that was when he told me to call him if I ever find anything out, he gave me a number and walked out. I left. About 2 months later I called the P.I. and told him that my grandpa, who was Jewish, has always said that he only got out of Hitler's concentration camps was because of a creature that he called Der Großmann. I think I'll continue my grandpa's story in my next post.
My grandpa was born to Jewish parents in Bavaria, Germany. His father was a closeted gay man who left his wife soon after he realized he had gotten her pregnant. He was caught though when my grandpa caught him with a gay magazine and, due to the propaganda, reported him. My great grandpa was then put into a concentration camp and was forced to wear one of those stupid pink triangles. Well my great grandpa was in a concentration camp, my grandpa was forced to live with his mom. Who didn't quite get over being impregnated by a gay man. She had become an alcoholic and was addicted to drugs. My grandpa reported her illegal activity and she was also taken away. My grandpa was then put into foster care for 7 years. He was 8 when he was put into foster care. 7 years later my great grandpa was released and found out where my grandpa was living. He showed up and attempted murder on my grandpa, because of my grandpa's actions, my great grandpa no longer had testicles and was not allowed to even ride the same bus as the straight people. My grandpa's foster parents tried to help him but they were killed. My grandpa killed his own dad. 3 years later my grandpa was caught by the Nazis and put into a concentration camp, he was there for 5 years and was about to go to the gas chambers when Der Großmann appeared and killed all of the Nazis in sight. Der Großmann wrapped it's tentacles around my grandpa and teleported him right out of Germany to Canada. Where we have lived ever since. My family has since switched over to Christian practices but we still have Jewish roots. I'm going to try to figure out my grandpa's current address. I'll try calling my mom to find out.
OK, so I called my mom and found out my grandpa's address. I went to the P.I. and used my phone to take photos of Der Großmann and I asked my grandpa about the creature. He said that creature is 100% Der Großmann and that he believes that i have just brought a curse to the family. He told me to get out and refused to speak to me after that. I find it weird that even after Der Großmann helped my grandpa not die, the mere mention of it's return makes my grandpa go crazy. What if Der Großmann showed my grandpa something that made him loathe the creature? I have a theory on what Der Großmann may be. I think he is the spirit of Carl Großmann. A murderer who was born on the 13th of December, 1863. He died on the 5th of July, 1922. He was actually a German serial killer who ate his victims, his past is unknown. The only things known about him are that he had always had a sadistic sexual preference, some people like to be choked, some people like fat girls, but he liked child molestation. He didn't like the child aspect of it, likely, he just enjoyed raping them. As a young man he served 14 years in jail for attacking a 7 year old girl. During world war 1 he sold meat on the black market and even had a hot dog stand, which sold human meat, without the customers knowing. He threw the bones away into the river. Parts of missing women being found in the river. He was caught when a neighbor heard screams, banging noises and then silence. the police burst in to find a body on the bed. When interviewed the neighbors said that he often brought destitute women to his house. Many went in but they never actually saw any come out. He was arrested and sentenced to death but killed himself in prison. Well, my theory is that Der Großmann is Carl's ghost. But instead of just being a ghost, he is a spirit with unfinished business, that would explain The Slender Man's fascination with children, but it doesn't explain his reasoning for making Hitler kill himself or helping my grandpa. There's gotta be some sort of connection that I don't understand quite yet. I'll figure it out though.
OK, so I've been doing a little more research into Der Großmann and have found a name I recognize. Mary Thomas. A photographer who has been missing since 1986. She was a friend of my moms and was my dad's first girlfriend. Der Großmann has been rumored to be many things, a fairy, a ghost, a demon. Lots of people have stated to see it. It's rumored that whenever Der Großmann uses his tentacles that people will be swayed into walking toward them and into his grasp. It's said that only his longest suffering victims ever get to see his real face. Apparently old sightings have him wearing a hat but not any sightings since 1996. Also, somehow, Der Großmann, who is a creature, knows emotional states and enjoys toying with people. Someone found Brazilian cave paintings featuring him, and some hieroglyphs in Egypt. Also, famous woodcutter Hans Freckenberg created a woodcut that seemed to look like Der Großmann, he kept it hidden in Hastlberg castle until it was discovered in 1883 Der Großmann has always been known to stalk bad children . There is also a Romanian myth about The Tall Man. The Tall Man forced a mother to kill her husband and child. Before he appeared and took her away as well. I wonder if that mother and my grandpa had anything in common. There's an english myth about The Tree Man who takes bad children but it's more of a story that parents used to scare children, one difference is that the myth has no origins and, children have gone missing in the forest and links to The Tree Man have been established.
I see him everywhere. I've stopped trying to do any more research. The more research I do the more paranoid I get. I don't understand. He saved me, why does he want me dead now? If it even is him, I might just be going insane. But from what I've learned, once you encounter him he doesn't leave you alone.
So, it's been a while. No, I didn't die. Not yet at least. Although some strange things have been happening to me. Monday night I went to bed, when I did my closet door was shut and I had no bite marks or weird scratches on my scalp. I woke up at 5:05 AM and saw my closet door was open. Later in the day I noticed a bite mark on my middle finger, as well as some weird scratch/cut marks on my scalp underneath my hair. Also, I was coughing and in a weird, paranoid mood. Then last night I went to bed, I never set an alarm cause my mom always calls me at 7 AM for some reason, so I get up then, so about 45 minutes after I went to bed, I was laying there trying to fall asleep when my alarm started going off on my clock, I reached over to move the switch to OFF when I realized, it was already on OFF, so I switched it to ON, then OFF. The intense loud beeping stopped, but about 3 minutes later in continued. I've never used my alarm so it was on the 6 AM default setting, so even if it was on it wouldn't be going off for another 8 hours. Then I looked at the time on the malfunctioning clock, it was midnight. I went to bed a 9:30 PM, it was 10:15 PM when it started beeping. How could I have taken an hour and 45 minutes to turn a switch 3 times? I got up and looked at the clock in my living room, sure thing, it was midnight. What the hell? Did I somehow take an hour and 45 minutes to turn the switch 3 times? Or something different? I'm gonna do more research into Der Großmann's powers and see if it can change time.
caught whatever is in my house last night. It looked human. It wasn't Der Großmann, it was something different, it was on all fours, with sharp teeth and claws. It jumped at me and mauled my arm. Der Großmann appeared right away and the creature seemed to fear Der Großmann, because it immediately stopped attacking and ran away. After that...thing....crawled away, Der Großmann left too.
I've done some research. It turns out that Der Großmann does actually have the power to alter time. But why then and why only an hour and 45 minutes into the future? I am less interested in this than I am interested in this new creature that attacked me. It has an English name, The Rake.
In 1691, some explorers were traveling from England to the Northern United States. The Rake attacked one of the explorers in his sleep and told him to leave. The explorers complied.
In 1880, A Spanish man was plagued by nightmares of The Rake, as he was being stalked by The Rake, he wrote in his journal, but was never seen again.
In 1964, a man wrote a suicide note before killing himself, in the note he mentions The Rake several times.
In 2003, The Rake was caught around area 51 before the people who posted pictures had their accounts deleted and were never heard from again; not even a missing notice was filed. Not even for one of the children with the people who caught it on camera. But someone else found evidence of The Rake and proceeded to document it by adding each post from a different IP.
In 2006, a woman was woken up by her husband and saw a creature at the foot of her bed, the creature climbed up to the husband, looked him dead in the eyes, and ran for their children's bedroom. The creature seriously injured their daughter, after that they tried to get the girl to the hospital but the husband drove their car into a lake, killing himself, and his daughter. The woman and her son stayed at a hotel and she researched the creature, finding it out to be The Rake. She set up audio monitors and says she hears him talking every now and then. But she hasn't seen him since. She went missing in 2008.
I have no idea what this could mean but I believe The Rake may have something to do with Der GroBman.
10:
There is a transcription of a lost audio file out there somewhere. I have heard it. I have no idea what it is.
HELP ME!
*strange noise mixed in with static*
*screams*
My name is Ashton Bunston. I
*glitch*
Someone to
*glitch*
Save me.
*glitch*
This is hell. I act happy but I’m
*glitch*
I’ve been transformed into one of his proxies, I’m sorry Emma, I couldn’t save you.
I’m sorry Evan, I couldn’t help you.
I’m the f*glitch* ing hero of this story.
I figured if the creature only wants me, then if it got me it would leave you alone. *chuckles*
*glitch*
I guess I was right. But it’s a cost. I had to become this...shell of a man.
Now..I’m sorry Evan. But the creature wants you now. I think it wants our entire family tree, but only on my dad’s side. So you have a bit of DNA in you, see, it wants my dad’s entire tree, which includes you, after my dad branches into me, which branches into you, which branches into mom and . So after your all dead they will go for grandma and grandpa, if they aren’t dead already. Wait. The house I was trapped in, it had a bunch of pictures of me and you and mom. haven’t seen grandma’s new house. I think it got them Evan. So all that’s left is you and mom and that’s it.