Inspector Lee found an unmarked white envelope at his desk. No one knew where it came from and who put it there. In it was a flash drive with a single video file. He didn't dare play it at work.

He took his laptop played it in his car at lunch.

It appeared to be a mishmash of various security cam footage edited into a single video. The time stamps were all over the place. The days rolled forward and backward. Some had no time-stamps at all.

The only thing they had in common was that they showed the same girl. Inside his house, at his work desk on his day off with no one noticing her. Rifling through his desk, dancing around his kitchen. ...wtf?

He looked away and back for a second, and suddenly her face was filling the monitor. The girl looked right at the camera. 

"Hey Lee... I can see youuuu..". She sing-songed. Then disappeared.

Lee felt a cold shiver run down his spine.  He was never going to get used to her. 

The video stopped and disappeared, leaving a bunch of files in it's place. When Lee opened a few of them, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"There's not enough cells left at the precinct for this." He grinned.

She lived on a long stretch of empty road right off the highway. With so many rumors of it being haunted, she fit right in. It helped that she looked like the urban legend of a disappearing hitchhiker.
Rumor had it that if you picked up the ghostly hitchhiker, she'd disappear half-a kilometer down the road and crash the vehicle. More likely that the freaked out driver lost control of their cars or truck and fish-tailed into a ditch than the hitchhiker making them crash. It's not like they were harmed. Well... mostly unharmed.
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The thugs who were currently cursing at the empty security truck weren't so lucky one was already down. Hair turned white and hand-shaped welts around his neck. He was only unconscious. She din't need to kill him to feed. Not when there were so many lovely snacks. She dropped thug 1 in the driver's seat.

The other thugs slowly noticed that one of their own was missing when they heard the thud. All arguments stopped as they approached the front of the truck, guns out. Then the truck started moving, even if though with the engine off. The road was flat (no sign of an incline), so it couldn't be the handbrakes.
The truck stopped again. This time they reached the front doors and opened them from both sides. As one they peelef inside.

All of them were later found unconscious by Inspector Lee and his partner. Hair turned white and with hand-shaped welts around their neck.

She walked past them unseen. They were too busy trapped in their minds, their worst fears & terrors leaving them blind. A flick of the wrist sent the guard's keys flying to her.  Letting her unlock the door without damaging it and retrieve the shaken but unharmed little girl.

"It's alright. You're safe."  She whispered to the child without saying a word, picked her up and walked out. Leaving the little girl clutching her neck to wonder who this person was and why all the bad man were shaking & screaming. But she felt safe.

It was only later that the child would remember that the girl wore no shoes and left no footprints on the dusty, grimy floor.

Sci-fi plot

I want a movie about humanoid robots sent to explore a planet and encountering sc-fi horror movie scenarios like alien, predator etc. with the control crew back on earth/space-station safely watching from the monitors and being horrified anyway. The whole thing should lead to some interesting, dare I say 'possibly unique' scenarios. The robots may or may not be fully sentient. But they would react in interesting ways because they're not human. The control crew could have a healthy non-AI is a crapshoot relationship with them. 
Heck! This could apply to other horror tropes as well. Haunted house, Monster etc.
Do stories like this exist already?
If not, make it happen captain!

Back your program.

Inspector Lee switched off the car radio. The attackers thought it would be a clean quick job. In and out in 5 minutes. Who did they think they're dealing with? Morons.

Stakeouts are long and boring. Black coffee is mandatory to stay awake. The number of coffees you consume is directly proportional to the length of the stakeout. He probably had too many from the buzz he was getting. Lee swore he could see radio waves. His partner was doing better than him...marginally. If being obnoxiously cheerful on a stakeout could be considered better.

Was she possessing his dreams. For she'd brought him here with all the cryptic clues she'd left behind. And was it always raining and snowing when she showed up?

Lee looked at the pen drive that the girl left him. It was a ghost drive with a self-booting app. All he had to do is sneak in to the warehouse across the street after the band of thugs left it to for a quick task (read heist) on a security trunk (a blind to get them out of the warehouse) on highway 27. Once inside he'd find the a computer and plug it in. The ghost drive would copy all the data (she claimed it could break any encryption these  morons came up with) and also tap into social media they'd used (there was always one guy who forgot that the server wasn't his smartphone) to scan for patterns (tweets, status updates etc). 

The radio crackled. Both Lee and his partner tensed as they watched the thugs leave. They waited another 5 minutes to make sure that the thugs weren't coming back for a forgotten tool or something and snuck into the warehouse.

Lee's partner picked the lock in a manner of minutes. He'd never asked where she picked those skill and in return she didn't question the presence of the ghost drive or it's source.

The door was luckily well oiled and opened without a sound.  Lee made sure he still had the ghost drive and entered.

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10 minutes later both detectives were on the way back to the station, while a few miles away the thugs were cursing at an empty empty security truck. Boss DiMaria wasn't going to be happy with them.

The girl who'd pretended to be the security driver chuckled and shucked off  uniform's hat and vest.
She was hungry again and a bunch of pissed of thugs (all of them young and hotblooded) would make a lovely snack.

The thug closest to her noticed the driver getting up, shouted and pulled his gun on her. He could have sworn on his mother that the driver had was a middle aged man with grey hair and medium build. Instead he was looking at a young girl. Too young to even be drinking.

She smiled at him and his companions and the hair stood on the back of his neck.

I don't know if I'll be posting here anymore. No one reads this anyway.

This ain't Halloween Season 2: A side story

A Pizza Hut Supreme pizza. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Daniel was bored. Daniel was hungry. Either Daniel was bored or hungry or maybe both. He couldn't tell. It was the sort off lazy Sunday afternoon where you've recovered from Saturday hangover and have nothing to do in the space between Sunday afternoon and Monday. 

Daniel flipped a coin. Heads was hungry and tails was bored. The coin spun in the air for an eternal second and landed on heads. Hungry it was. 

He had Pizza hut in speed-dial and called. 

After ringing for a few seconds the usual recorded voice came on welcoming Daniel to Pizza hut. Daniel irritably waited for the recorded list of offers and discounts to finish, after which he pressed 2 to place his order. Nothing happened for a second and the recorded voice repeated the latest offers. Daniel pressed 2 again. The same thing happened. 

Daniel grumbled and pressed 2 yet again in the same vein of people who do the same thing over again expecting a different result. Miraculously something changed. The recorded voice went away replaced by silence and an eerie melody. The melody faded even as Daniel felt if he'd been accidentally connected to the local phone psychic's hotline, and someone greeted him in a pleasant voice. Daniel couldn't tell if it was a male or female as the voice had that odd gender neutral tone, which is further garbled by a telephone line.

"Welcome to Pizza hut, can I verify if this is Daniel Malinowski calling from..." the operator proceeded to rattle of Daniel's number and address as he was a repeat customer and was therefore in the Database. Daniel affirmed it with a grunt.

Before Daniel could ask for the usual Pizza though the operator interjected that he was the 50th caller of the day and won a free Pizza of his choice. They already had his address and phone number. They just needed a signature once the pizza arrived. Of course he did. 

There was a finger in the pizza!! This was very shocking for D.. someone had gone to great lengths to give him the finger!  Who could it be?! he thought.. obviously it's someone who was missing 'the Finger!' 
But there were more pressing matters to attend to ...the Pizza!! He was still hungry you know! If he didn't eat the pizza the Finger man would win! and he would still be hungry. If he did eat the pizza he would satisfy his hunger, but...Cannibalism... of course he ate the pizza!! But was it before he realized it was Halloween candy? or after?! 

We do not KNOW! 
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Welcome....to Grimmsville!

The smell of bread
Falling leaves
Rain falls
This means nothing.

The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory, is that conspiracy theorists believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is actually chaotic. The truth is that it is not The Illuminati, or The Jewish Banking Conspiracy, or the Gray Alien Theory. The truth is far more frightening - Nobody is in control. The world is rudderless.” - Alan Moore

Science for stoners: Here’s how pot works

Science for stoners: Here’s how pot works

Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two

This is the funniest most accurate description, as to how depression feels like.
Go look. -------> Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two <-------- p="">

Evidence.

A stack of documents and photos that had no business being outside of a mob enforcers safe,  tapes from hidden cameras and a flash drive full of encrypted files. Simply put, he could crack the case wide open with the evidence.

The problem was explaining to the chief how he got his hands in it in the first place.

He couldn't just say, "Well chief, an emo-looking female Santa dropped in out of nowhere, gave me a mini heart-attack and left this as an early Christmas present." now could he? That would at best get him suspended with strict orders to take a vacation someplace quiet or at worst, a nice straitjacket in a padded cell.

Lee deliberated a bit and picked up the phone to call one of his informants.

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There was a knock on the door. Lee was immediately suspicious. His wife wouldn't be back until new year's eve and and his partner was off visiting family.

He took the gun out of his holster and went to answer the door.

In case anyone's wondering...

...the Halloween poster link is a test post from my mobile. You'll be seeing more of thse in the future.

Oh and if you don't like it, you can suck it.

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The humorous version.

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The girl watched the Inspector's head barely miss the table behind him as he fainted. It would be a shame if he injured himself that way wow. After all she had uses for him. She couched down next to him.

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Lee felt slowly returned to consciousness to find someone leaning over him. His eyes refused to open much than a slit and nothing wold focus. The concussion he no doubt gave himself along with the hangover made everything spin. He felt himself being hauled up and dumped on something soft.

He felt something inside his head that started as mild pressure and bloomed into stabbing pain.

Lee screamed. Everything went black again.

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The girl wondered why the unconscious man on the couch had screamed so much when she got rid of his concussion and the hangover. Surely it couldn't have been that painful?

Then again she didn't have a frame of reference for pain anymore.

Hopefully he would wake up in time to use what was in the packet she left on his chest. The druggie she healed had proven so useful.

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When Lee woke up a second time he was feeling much better. There were no signs of freaky blue eyes having been anywhere near him except for a bulging envelope sitting right on his chest with blue bow and note. This might be relevant to your interests. Merry Christmas - Emo Santa

Back to your to the spastic story...with no background whatsoever

Two rough looking ladies (let's call them L1 and L2 for now) are sitting on bar stools, each having a pint of Guinness. They're in the middle of a rather heated discussion. You may have encountered the second one before.

L1: You agree that there are chill creatures in both sexes, yes?

L2: Yes.

L1: You also agree that both sexes have their own share of assholes?

L2: Yeah.

L1: Then why do you treat G1 like an asshole?

(G1 happens to be close friends with L1)

L2: ...because he's an asshole..

L1: Come on he's nice.

L2: No, he's nice to you. G1 is a dick to everyone else.

L1: You can't know that.

A beat passes, while L2 just looks at L1.

L1: Of course you do. I forgot who I was talking to.

We interrupt the story to bring you an important rant...

Why do people keep continuously subscribing to one predefined reality or another?
What's with this fucking philosophical bullshit about plutocratic, monotheist, Gnostic, capitalist, democrat, communist, anarchist.. long story cut short - religious and political bullshit?
Can't you people think of anything without bringing Christ or Satan into the picture? You bloody right and left wingers aren't any better. Everything is about some man figure. The woman is some secondary passive vessel. The fucking passive victim and the bloody active sinner in Christianity. The sub-human piece of meat for Muslims and a lot of Asian regimes China, Japan, Korea ..it doesn't matter. Hindus aren't any better. We used to have an enlightened scientific community where men and women were equal and scientific discovery was very much valued.
Then the invasions came. First, all the Islamic barbarism and later Christian colonialism. We kept fucking ourselves up.
They burnt down the fucking library of Alexandria as well. We're a bunch of morons. Hopelessly trapped in religious symbolism and pseudo-intellectual philosophical bullshit.

...It's only getting worse.


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Inspector Lee woke up on his couch with only the mildest of hangovers. It wasn't Merlot, but a pretty decent red wine anyway.

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Minsky had come over as promised with take out and they'd chatted about things that had nothing to do with the girl. Even though those empty eyes kept haunting him, his mood eventually lifted and serious thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. Minsky finally left close to midnight, after extracting a promise from him that they would meet up on Christmas day if his wife wasn't back in town.

"There's no way you are staying by yourself on Christmas, Lee! Otherwise you'll come in to work the next day and tell me that the spooky teenager visited you for milk and cookies, like an emo Santa."

Lee had laughed at that and walked her to her car. Later, he finished the rest of the bottle and passed out to the dull sounds of a blowhard talk show host.

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Lee cursed himself for leaving the blinds open as the harsh winter sun, reflected of some fresh snow, stung his eyes and near blinded him. He stumbled towards the blinds with a hand over his eyes closed and pulled them shut. Much better, he thought and opened his eyes, only to see the very pair of blue eyes that he'd tried so hard to forget last night staring back at him.

She smiled at him and Lee passed out for the second time in less than 24 hours.