Archived entries for scary stuff

Oh god that mouth where did it come from why is it oh god the stars I can see forever into the still nothingness of the abyss! Ry’leh! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!

You can thank Ben for that.

Because I really can’t think of anything else that this might be.

Look at that. Looks like a nice country road, right? A picture taken from pretty close to the ground with a wide angle lens, maybe?

Well, it’s not.

That’s hundreds of thousands of  dead sea animals floating on top of a Louisiana waterway.

From Yahoo! News:

What you see above isn’t a rural gravel road. It’s a Louisiana waterway, its surface completely covered with dead sea life – a mishmash of species of fish, crabs, stingray and eel. New Orleans CBS affiliate WWL-TV reports that even a whale was found dead in the area, a stretch of coastal Louisiana hit hard this summer by oil from BP’s busted Gulf well.

Fish kills are fairly common along the Gulf Coast, particularly during the summer in the area near the mouth of the Mississippi, the site of this kill. The area is rife with dead zones — stretches where sudden oxygen depletion can cause widespread death. But those kills tend to be limited to a single species of fish, rather than the broad sort of die-off involved in this kill.

And therein lies the concern of Gulf residents, who suspect this may be yet another side effect of the catastrophic BP oil spill.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go cry in a closet while dry heaving.

Goblin started off life as the Italian prog-rock band Oliver, only to have their named changed to “Cherry Five” in an arbitrary act by their record label. They were sort of your localized Italian version of King Crimson and all those other bands that required their listeners to be incredibly high to “get it”.

They were saved from going down in history as a band no one would remember by a spat between horror film impressario Dario Argento and Giorgio Gaslini, a composer that was working with him on the film Profondo Russo. Gaslini had called the band in to record some some music for the soundtrack, and after his firing, Argento dumped the entire score on their hands. He gave them just two days to turn the project around. One to write, one to record.

Changing their name to Goblin for the score, the group would score their biggest hit yet. The score to Profondo Russo would stay on the charts for more than a year and sell over a million copies. The group had cemented a place for themselves in cinematic music, and as a partner to Dario Argento.

But this isn’t about Profondo Russo‘s score. This is about Suspiria’s.

Suspiria was released in 1977 as was the opener for what Argento refers to as his “Three Mothers” trilogy. The movie is filled with stark contrasts between dark and color, decay and ornate finery. The brutal deaths in the movie are the stuff of horror movie legend. But, you know what stuck out more than the cinematography or the gore or the acting? The music. The insane blend of orchestration Goblin produced for Suspira was far scarier, far more stirring than anything Argento could come up with. Goblin’s score made the movie.

Here are my three favorite pieces from the soundtrack to give you an idea of what Goblin was doing


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The combination of Argento’s auteur filmmaking and Goblin’s soundtrack has made Suspiria into what is general acknowledged to be one of the best horror movies ever made. Hopefully after hearing a bit of Goblin, you’ll understand why.

This has been your Friday Frequency.

This segment couldn’t come back in a bigger way if it tried right now. Alpha mentioned this to me over the weekend, and unfortunately, this story didn’t end up some bad internet joke like Kip’s did.

Court documents said neighbors checked on Mendoza’s son, Angelo Jr., after they noticed the father acting nervously and fleeing from his east Bakersfield apartment in his wheelchair. Inside, they found little Angelo naked and bleeding. Police said the boy had numerous bites to his hands and his eyes were swollen shut. Doctors said the boy’s left eye and muscle were completely missing. His other eye was mutilated beyond repair. The boy told them, “My daddy ate my eyes out.” Rodriguez said meanwhile Mendoza approached him at a neighbor’s vacant house down the street.

Rodriguez said the boy’s father wheeled himself into the front yard and asked Rodriguez to play with him and a pet dog. He was wearing boxers and a sweater. When Rodriguez refused, Mendoza got off his wheelchair and dragged himself into a back yard, where he found an ax.

By then Mendoza had stripped naked. He chained himself to a tree in the back yard and began hacking at his leg with a pickax while yelling incoherently.

“He told me to look into the sun and pray with him. I was kinda scared for a minute,” said Rodriguez.

Then Rodriguez jumped on Mendoza and wrestled the ax away.

“As soon as I grabbed the ax he tried to bite me, and I had to hold him down with my knee. There was dry blood around his mouth. I don’t know if it was his own, but I’m pretty sure it was his son’s now that I hear the story,” said Rodriguez.

The police report said Mendoza appeared to be under the influence of PCP. Rodriguez said had he known about little Angelo, the outcome would have been different.

“I would’ve just let him cut his leg off. What happened to his son is not right. I would’ve left him alone,” said Rodriguez.

“Daddy ate my eyes.” For as long as I fucking live, I will never hear anything so simple and disturbing. It is right up there with a Lovecraft line or something out of a Junji Ito piece.

No fucking idea why they decided to go with the freaky mongoloid girl for the lead, but hey, it takes from stupid and educational to the stuff nightmares and cold sweats are made of.

Blame LT for this horror.

Project MK-ULTRA was a secret mind-control program run by the CIA during the 50s and 60s. It was an outgrowth of Operation Paperclip at the end of WWII. In addition to rocketry and engineering experts, the US military had also picked up Nazi specialists in psychology, biology and  chemistry. The CIA put them to work figuring out ways to make all sort of fancy drugs and esoteric devices. Over the next 15 years, MK-ULTRA used the American populace as their own personal lab rats, testing LCD on Army soldiers to examine the panic response, radiation on pregnant women and federal inmates for various reasons, ultra-low frequencies intended to induce memory loss on Navy sailors, and so on. The full extent of the projects aren’t known, because when Congress became aware of MK-ULTRA’s activities, the CIA director had already ordered the destruction of all project files. All that is known about the project is known through interviews conducted after the fact.

One of the few known facts is the list of stated material objects that MK-ULTRA developed when it was thinking up its first round of projects:

1. Substances which will promote illogical thinking and impulsiveness to the point where the recipient would be discredited in public.
2. Substances which increase the efficiency of mentation and perception.
3. Materials which will prevent or counteract the intoxicating effect of alcohol.
4. Materials which will promote the intoxicating effect of alcohol.
5. Materials which will produce the signs and symptoms of recognized diseases in a reversible way so that they may be used for malingering, etc.
6. Materials which will render the induction of hypnosis easier or otherwise enhance its usefulness.
7. Substances which will enhance the ability of individuals to withstand privation, torture and coercion during interrogation and so-called “brain-washing”.
8. Materials and physical methods which will produce amnesia for events preceding and during their use.
9. Physical methods of producing shock and confusion over extended periods of time and capable of surreptitious use.
10. Substances which produce physical disablement such as paralysis of the legs, acute anemia, etc.
11. Substances which will produce “pure” euphoria with no subsequent let-down.
12. Substances which alter personality structure in such a way that the tendency of the recipient to become dependent upon another person is enhanced.
13. A material which will cause mental confusion of such a type that the individual under its influence will find it difficult to maintain a fabrication under questioning.
14. Substances which will lower the ambition and general working efficiency of men when administered in undetectable amounts.
15. Substances which promote weakness or distortion of the eyesight or hearing faculties, preferably without permanent effects.
16. A knockout pill which can surreptitiously be administered in drinks, food, cigarettes, as an aerosol, etc., which will be safe to use, provide a maximum of amnesia, and be suitable for use by agent types on an ad hoc basis.
17. A material which can be surreptitiously administered by the above routes and which in very small amounts will make it impossible for a man to perform any physical activity whatsoever.

Most of the supplementary material surrounding MK-ULTRA remains classified at a TOP SECRET level, and it is still believed that there are on-going research projects that stem from the MK

Everything I am about to tell you is false, and no such place or any place similar to Camp 22 exists.

And if such a place existed, it wouldn’t be home to tens of thousands of North Korean political dissidents and cover nearly the same square mileage as Washington, DC.

It wouldn’t be the site of gas chambers and medical experiments the likes of which would make Josef Mengele blanch.

It wouldn’t be a place where marriage was forced on prisoners to keep population of the camps up.

It wouldn’t be the sort of place where if a woman was found to be pregnant without the consent of the prison supervisor, either by guard or fellow prisoner, she would just disappear.

And since a place like that doesn’t exist, definitely these wouldn’t be the rules of the camp.

Camp Rules: The 10 Commandments

1. Do not attempt to escape. The punishment is death.

2. Never gather in groups of over three people or move around without the guard’s authorization. The punishment for unauthorized movement is death.

3. Do not steal. If one steals or possesses weapons, the punishment is death. The punishment for failure to report the theft or possession of weapons is death.

4. Obey your guards. If one rebels or hits a guard, the punishment is death.

5. If you see outsiders, or suspicious-looking people, report them immediately. The punishment for abetting in the hiding of outsiders is death.

6. Keep an eye on your fellow prisoners and report inappropriate behavior without delay. One should criticize others for inappropriate behavior, and also conduct thorough self-criticism in revolutionary ideology class.

7. Fulfill your assigned duties. The punishment for rebelling against one’s duties is death.

8. Men and women may not be together outside the workplace. The punishment for unauthorized physical contact between a man and a woman is death.

9. Admit and confess your wrongdoings. The punishment for disobedience and refusal to repent is death.

10. The punishment for violating camp laws and rules is death.

Because the camp doesn’t exist, then the book Shin Dong-hyuk published called ESCAPE TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD about his experiences being born in one of these camps, growing up and ultimately escaping to South Korean must be a complete work of fiction.

Just keep telling yourself that this is all a lie, because surely if we knew about a place like this, we would do something about it. And finding it wouldn’t be as easy as typing in a few numbers into a Google Maps search.

Oh, wait.

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Everything I just told you is true.

Good night, children. This is our world. These are the people we share it with.

I’m going to go drink.

Kholat Syakhl, a mountain deep in the Northern Urals. The native Mansi people call it the Mountain of the Dead. On February 2nd, 1959, a group of ski-hikers, blown of course by inclement weather, make camp in a pass on its eastern slope. There were nine of them. Seven men, two women. All of them experienced hikers, and all of them students or recent graduates of the local Soviet polytechnical institute. Their tents were ringed around a fire, built mostly with wet wood from the snow. There would have been a lot of smoke from the wet wood, blurring the already limited visibility from the snow. The fire was the only way the hikers could fend off the below zero temperatures. By the time it happened, the air would have been around -30 degrees Centigrade.

At some point in the night, all nine hikers fled their camp. None of them were wearing shoes or outdoor gear, they were in their underwear and sleeping clothes. Some of them ripped open their tents from the inside out to get away from the camp. Some died less than few hundred meters from the camp, some were able to make it almost a whole kilometer. A few had actually started doubling back to the camp when they died. None of them saw the sun come up.

The group was not expected to check in for another ten days. When that date passed and there was no word, no one thought anything of it. Winter expeditions like this were often a few days behind schedule. It wasn’t until the parents became worried and started pressuring the university to mount an expedition that anyone started to look for the missing hikers.

The first bodies were found on February 26th. The investigators found the camp, and followed the tracks into the woods. They found the first two bodies huddled under a pine tree around a makeshift campfire. Between the pine tree and the campfire, they found three more bodies. The remaining four bodies wouldn’t be found until the spring thaw in May. They were buried under twelve feet of snow in a stream valley on the opposite side of the camp from the pine tree.

The official inquest into the deaths of the hikers was already underway when the second group of bodies was found. And while the circumstances that would force a group of experienced hikers into the deathly cold of the night were unclear, the cause of death to the first five bodies wasn’t. They all died of hypothermia.

The four found down by the river died under completely different circumstances. Two of them had massive trauma to their chests, another had crushed skull, and the fourth was missing her tongue. The bodies showed no sign of external damage, meaning that what ever force shattered these people was something akin to a shockwave. There was no object behind the pressure to tear the skin or cause bruising to the soft tissues. The woman who was missing her tongue died of hypothermia. It is unknown if her tongue was removed before or after death.

The forensic examination of the campsite and the camper’s gear became much more intensive after the discovery of the second groups of bodies. All of the gear at the site was found to have a high concentration of radiation, but the surrounding dirt, water and trees had no similar concentrations. The tracks in the area were made entirely by humans, and all of them could be traced to the nine dead bodies. The investigators concluded that the trauma deaths could not have been inflicted by another human being.

The case was closed soon after the final forensic results came back. The government could not find anyone to charge with a crime, so the official report was filed, and then promptly sealed and classified. Their final ruling was that “an unknown compelling force” had caused the hikers to feel their camp, and that they all died because of this action. Hikers were barred from traveling in that area for the next few years. Nearly all of the information about this event has come from the declassification of the documents in the 1990s.

Conspiracy theorists have flocked to this case because of the bizarre details surrounding the deaths of those nine hikers. Some claim that they accidentally stumbled into a military testing ground for nuclear weapons, but the Urals would be a bad choice for a proving ground. The winds in the mountains are erratic, and there are large population centers nearby. Some look to mysterious orange orbs seen floating in the sky in the area in the days surrounding the incident. They claim that these UFOs had something to do with the deaths.

The last person to see the hikers alive was the tenth member of the group that fell sick at their last stop before scaling the mountain. His name is Yuri Yudin, and this is what he has to say about what happened up there on that frozen mountain side “If I had a chance to ask God just one question, it would be, ‘What really happened to my friends that night?’”

A gallery of photographs taken by the hikers on the trip.

The Horror Frog

From the article here on NewScientist:

“Amphibian horror” isn’t a movie genre, but on this evidence perhaps it should be. Harvard biologists have described a bizarre, hairy frog with cat-like extendable claws.

Trichobatrachus robustus actively breaks its own bones to produce claws that puncture their way out of the frog’s toe pads, probably when it is threatened.

David Blackburn and colleagues at Harvard University’s Museum of Comparative Zoology, think the gruesome behaviour is a defence mechanism.

So, expect me to post a lot of weird shit here today. Like this, a horribly messed up re-imagining of the Ducktales intro.

Welcome to the BrainReleaseValve, where sullying your childhood is just a fortunate side effect of the mental lesions.

The Unholy Trinity

Conan O’Brien, E.T. and Vigo the Carpathian.

Blatantly taken from the ever stultifying Ectoplasmosis.

The Doomsday Clock

Most of you know about the Doomsday Clock that is maintained by the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, I imagine. You know, the symbolic clock that is counting down the last minutes until midnight – Doomsday.

Here’s the Bulletin’s official line on the clock:

In 1947, the Bulletin first displayed the Clock on its magazine cover to convey, through a simple design, the perils posed by nuclear weapons. The Clock evokes both the imagery of apocalypse (midnight) and the contemporary idiom of nuclear explosion (countdown to zero). In 1949, the Clock hand first moved to signal our assessment of world events and trends. The decision to move the minute hand is made by the Bulletin’s Board of Directors in consultation with its Board of Sponsors, which includes 18 Nobel Laureates. The Clock has become a universally recognized indicator of the world’s vulnerability to catastrophe from nuclear weapons, climate change, and emerging technologies in the life sciences.

I knew that we were closer to midnight than we had been since the end of the Cold War, but I didn’t know that the clock has been even closer to midnight than it is right now. The closest we’ve ever come, according to the Bulletin, was back in 1953, when we detonated our first hydrogen bomb.

1953: After much debate, the United States decides to pursue the hydrogen bomb, a weapon far more powerful than any atomic bomb. In October 1952, the United States tests its first thermonuclear device, obliterating a Pacific Ocean islet in the process; nine months later, the Soviets test an H-bomb of their own. “The hands of the Clock of Doom have moved again,” the Bulletin announces. “Only a few more swings of the pendulum, and, from Moscow to Chicago, atomic explosions will strike midnight for Western civilization.”

The clock has swung back and forth since then, but never getting that close since then, thankfully.

Right now we sit at 5 minutes to midnight, moved up 2 minutes since 2002. Due in part to climate change and the distribution of nuclear material to rogues states, the apocalypse stands at only 300 seconds away.

300 seconds.

Just enough time for a good fuck.

You can find the timeline of the clock here.

Goddamn you Pam. I didn’t need to see shit like this.


Three years before his death, Howard Phillips Lovecraft, gave his commonplace book to an associate to transcribe for him. In return for this, Lovecraft let the man keep the book. A commonplace book is an antiquated term for a notebook, they was made of cheap paper and were used as a general repository of ideas. They were favored by academics, and each was unique to its owner.

Lovecraft’s was filled with a collection of story skeletons. Single line phrases, settings and questions that could be extrapolated out into complete stories.

Things like this

Hideous sound in the dark.

and this

Change comes over the sun—shews objects in strange form, perhaps restoring landscape of the past.

And this

What hatches from primordial egg.

And this

Strange man in shadowy quarter of ancient city possesses something of immemorial archaic horror.

Found by Tim, originally posted here.

Flying Into Hell

Found via Flickr here.

LHC - Demotivation

Further explanation from wikipedia:

The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) is a particle accelerator and hadron collider located at CERN, near Geneva, Switzerland. Currently under construction, the LHC is scheduled to begin operation in May 2008. The LHC is expected to become the world’s largest and highest-energy particle accelerator. The LHC is being funded and built in collaboration with over two thousand physicists from thirty-four countries as well as hundreds of universities and laboratories. When activated, it is theorized that the collider will produce the elusive Higgs boson, the observation of which could confirm the predictions and ‘missing links’ in the Standard Model of physics and could explain how other elementary particles acquire properties such as mass. The verification of the existence of the Higgs boson would be a significant step in the search for a Grand Unified Theory, which seeks to unify three of the four fundamental forces: electromagnetism, the strong force, and the weak force. The Higgs boson may also help to explain why the remaining force, gravitation, is so weak compared to the other three forces. In addition to the Higgs boson, other theorized novel particles that might be produced, and for which searches are planned, include strangelets, micro black holes, magnetic monopoles and supersymmetric particles.

The Finger of God

Good lord. That’s beautifully horrible. Click it for the larger version. You need to see this.


Click for the fullsize

Just look about that and think for a minute. Sixty thousand people lived and worked there before the meltdown. And now the town is almost completely overtaken by the local wildlife. This is what the world looks like after we’re all gone. This is the future, a world moved on with out us.

Hello Kitty Contacts

Less than 40 hours into it, and I already hate this year.

Let’s take a moment to talk about the scariest damn place on the planet. The State Research Center of Virology and Biotechnology VECTOR of the Federal Service for Surveillance in Consumer Rights Protection and Human Well-being (FSRI SRC VB VECTOR), or simply, VECTOR.

VECTOR is the name of a laboratory group operating in Siberia. Its part of the Biopreperat, Russia’s state-run bioweapons program. VECTOR is one of two places on the face of the earth to have active smallpox stores. The other is the CDC in Atlanta. In Atlanta, they are using the stores to try to make a better vaccine. In VECTOR they are using their stores to make deadliest virus in the history of the planet into something even worse.

The heart of VECTOR is Building Number 6, probably the most advanced bioweapons testing facility on the planet. It was here in Building Number 6 that a group of Russian scientists broke apart the genome of a strain of smallpox called Variola Major. It was here that they found a way to make it strong enough to survive re-entry while strapped to a refrigerated warhead. It was here that they made it potent enough to completely ignore the inoculations that eradicated the virus some 30 years ago. It was here that the greatest killer of the human race came back from the edge of extinction.

So yes, VECTOR, specifically Building Number 6, is the scariest damn place on the planet. I have no doubt in my mind that the end of the world will come not with some deafening explosion, but rather with the tink of glass breaking in the biocontainment level P-4 part of Building Number 6.

Sleep well, everyone. The death of the world is just a mistake made by an under-paid, over-worked, half-drunk Russian virologist away.

Links for more reading:
Official VECTOR site’s VECTOR page
An article written by Richard Preston (Hot Zone/Cobra Effect) about the eradication of smallpox. The last third talks about what the Russians have done since then.

(Yes, I have added a “Russians” category. I seem to be writing about them a lot.)

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