Story of Addiction to Prisoner’s Psyches

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This story goes back to the late ‘40’s of the last century. After over 10 years of private research which revolved around experiments with binaural beat brainwave frequencies, extrasensory cognition and rare extracts of a South American vine, Dr. Tomás Roessner, perfected the technique.

The technique was where a person could interfere with the thoughts of another person and see their thoughts. Even though his work was extensively documented and he had enough proof, there was no institution which even offered to review it. He was left with no choice but to sell his invention. He found a prospective buyer through word of mouth, the bête noire of an old New York family who went by the name of Mr. John M. Dunn, a voyeuristic connoisseur of the supernatural and the obscene. He had spent his early childhood and his idle youth roaming in the libraries of Paris and studying the catacombs of authors that had departed looking among their old and obsolete work, a literary ghoul who disturbed with profane fingers the charnel-houses of dead philosophies.

He agreed to the doctor’s asking price and without a huss and a fuss, he bought it because he was delighted at the thought of exploring such an absurd study.

Once he was satisfied that the apparatus was working, Dunn paid the Doctor off and under an alias, he rented an old and shabby house which was in the view of Sing Sing prison. While the convicts and prisoners were fully asleep, he raised their memories and mind in the timeless night. He had the liberty and the opportunity to enjoy the forbidden thrill of crimes like stealing, molestation and homicides while no one had a clue about this. He didn’t think of the consequences that he would have to face.

The prisoners started to wake up with bad dreams and nightmares within a month. They all had begun to wake up abruptly and they found out about the striking similarities. At first, Alligators and tortoises had filled a swamp which was crowded with people who didn’t have a face and orchids which were shrieking. After that, they’d see a man’s shadow, they could look at him directly but never see that person. The shadow would watch them while staying the stillest from an empty house. Invisible hands probed behind their eyes as they had to stand with their legs locked in place while standing stark naked unable to run away. The descriptions of both the prisoners were identical which even meant that the location was similar just outside the walls.

While they mutually agreed, it was planned out that whoever recieved the parole first or whoever was the first to be released from the prison, would search for the house and see if it really existed and find out what was causing them to have such troubling dreams.

After a few days of being freed, one of them was able to inform them that the house was in fact real and he had broken into the house at night. He had found a man with a moustache who was sitting upright with his head thrusted back, his mouth was stiff and opened in a gasp, his hands were clenched and were gripping the arms of his chair. And he was sitting right in front of a mysterious scientific machine. A journal which was handwritten sat on the desk on which were all the stories of the adventures that the person had which he was going through their psyches and plumaging their memories to see criminal after criminal. He saw every one of their awful experiences until one day, on 7th of July, he wrote that he had the most overwhelming wish.. The desire was to see the next execution in the prison’s electric chair.

Credits of this story go to S.W. Rice from Creepy Pasta.

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Screaming Jenny and her Call for Help

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This story has been told by grandparents for ages. It is hard to say whether the facts we see in this story are 100% authentic but it is true that it is real and the details mentioned in this story are enough to prove that. In the 1870’s, the old storage sheds which were along the tracks were abandoned a little while after the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad was built. And it didn’t take a long time for the poor folk of that area to move in. The sheds were a sort of a home even though they were very cold because of the winter wind which pierced through every crevice. The tiny fireplaces that the poor constructed were of very little help. Read More

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