Hey!
This is a collection of some fifty or so transcribed audio recordings from a “new” used phone I recently acquired. Used AI to transcribe it all (don’t expect me to listen man, i know how it goes, shits prolly cursed to hell and back). Confirming these suspicions, the generated summary turned out… pretty strange. Jumbled up letters. Don’t know what the fuck that means. The file itself is waaaaaay too long for me to read, so I’m just gonna upload the whole .txt on here for y’all to figure out. You guys like that kiI recognize that I am in a house.
I am in a room surrounded by four walls with holes and gaps in them that constitute hallways and windows and doors. There is a wooden table that I am under and draped over it is a tablecloth with indiscernible stitched designs on it and I am bleeding, heavily. I am on the floor. I am facing down the direction of a hallway that I cannot see into, both on account of the tablecloth and that it’d be too dark to see anything anyways. But I’m able to make out the shape of my hand and stump and a bit of floor across the bottom of the tablecloth right in front of me and, although I wish, with the deepest depths of my soul that I may find the courage to move this cloth out of the eyes and stare down the hallway at my fate as it approaches me I remain unable to move the tablecloth. I’m not very brave, and I don’t want to see it when it happens.
It’s here.
A blurry speck. I close my eyes to confirm, and yes! It’s there! An ovalish shape, moving, increasing in size, elongating, growing a neck and torso and two front legs and one back leg then the other as it turns the corner down at the end of the hallway. Through the darkness, through the tablecloth, through my eyelids— even when my eyes are closed it remains, and its back legs disappear into it and it is growing larger and larger because it is coming closer. It’s the dog. Its neck is a bit tall for a dog. I estimate in my mind about a hundred fifty meters away and getting closer. Closer and closer yet. A hundred meters. It’s sprinting, it’s fucking sprinting down the fucking hallway I can hear the <removed> of its feet or hands or what the fuck, what the fuck. It’s closer now and I see fingers on its front “paws”, and rounded ball-joint shoulders but dog’s feet and dog’s hind legs and it moves with its rear held higher than its front and I see long human hair bellowing, barreling down the hallway and a mouth now, and the shape grows and grows closer and closer and closer.
<removedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremovedremoved> I open my eyes and force myself to exhale but what comes out is louder than I intend. My feet move first, and the stump that was my hand instinctively reaches for floor to scramble me back. Pain spikes through the sharp end of what remains of my ulna and I cry out even more, but I pry myself upwards anyways, up through the back of the table and I kick against the ground to propel myself— as fast I can possibly go, I turn. And I run.
The outline shoots across out the right side of my field of view as I turn. Mistake. I am running and holding my jagged, broken arm close to my chest. My left leg catches the edge of something and that thing crashes and thuds down onto the ground. There’s a shattering sound to my right, and another thud. I hear my footsteps, and the sound of the dog’s, and my own blood pitter pattering against the floor, and now I hear panting right in my fucking ear. Panting. I scream as loud as I possibly can and I kick off and run harder than I’ve ever run in my entire life, and as I instinctively turn back to look I feel my face and left shoulder collide full force into a wall.
I see the floor before I hit it.
The panting swivels to my right ear, then back to my left. I roll onto my back and see nothing. There is nothing. And then suddenly there is a blur that wooshes past the left side of a corner that thunks into the same wall I hit. Its back legs scramble and scratch against the floor but its front hands and arms simply collapse into the shape of the wall, and it begins to pry itself towards me. It straightens out its neck, and I make out a forehead and long hair that drapes over me and a mouth with lips that are stretching into a smile.
And then I blink or it blinks and there is nothing anymore, but the sound. Of soft panting. And blood dripping. And my panicked breathing, panicking and breathing louder.
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AI generated summary: sphivxlergsphmwwli,jsyvsjhskwwlsiwsrjiix,
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Holy shit! I must’ve blacked out at the computer or something. I still remember that unfinished sentence I was gonna type (it would’ve said: “You guys like that kind of stuff, right?”) before it got interrupted by this massive wall of text. Jesus.
Christ! Compels you demon! I just tried to read the damned thing and it knocked me the fuck out, again! All I did was copy paste the .txt file, and I didn’t even get all of it (barely a fraction). God. I think I might’ve opened up some sort of Pandora’s box here, I’m not sure… kind of wanna try it again, maybe get an accurate assessment of the length of the passing out period?
You know, on second thought, this kind of feels like I’m an internet scammer or exploiter/evil hacker guy testing viruses on my own personal pc, it feels kinda stupid. I haven’t scrolled up yet, and honestly I’m kind of debating whether or not I put this out into the world. But… at the same time, uhh… I have a confession, actually. I’ve done it like, several times already, at the time of writing this paragraph. The first time on accident, because I opened up this page on my laptop and instantly got flashbanged. The second and proceeding times were out of genuine curiosity. I even got a pillow, and set up a timer.
And a graph, attached below: (accounted for human error)
Lap # Time (s) ±1.5s 1 4.51 2 2.33 3 1.21 //not sure, couldve been way less 4 14.31 5 7.40 6 3.15 7 1.93 8 13:10.27The passing out period seems to be between one to fifteen seconds. One time my head didn’t even hit the pillow! Probably within a fraction of a second, that time. But you feel it every single time it happens, like it’s not instant *snap* then I’m back, you remember your eyes closing. It’s weird!
I'm just realizing now that I managed to look at and copy-paste the text on my phone without passing out. Like, I had to have looked at the text and stayed lucid enough to drag my thumb across it then press copy and paste. Or... did I pass out? I don't actually know. Huh...
Also, the summary Claude generated is a caesar cipher (on account of the commas, i knew it was some sort of code). Found that uh, if you put it in a→e… you can do that yourself. It’s pretty creepy. I think it’s the start of a poem, because it rhymes, but I’m not getting any good hits online.
I’m starting to wonder if it’s the whole text or something specific inside the text...
Fuck.
Found it.
It should be safe to read now. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucck fuck fuck.