Encyclopaedia of the Impossible: The Salt and Pepper Lady

old woman windowPreviously: Cow Head.

Type: CC (Corporeally Challenged)

Period/location of origin: Early to mid-1980s, Devine, Texas.

Appearance: Subject appears to be an old woman once known by the name Ramona Osterburg, or, more commonly, “Mona.” At one point, subject was a resident of a low-income apartment complex in Devine; however, subject expired at subject’s own hands circa 1984. Subject may be seen either as she appeared in life — elderly, with stringy, grey hair, blue eyes, and an unsettling grin — or as she appeared upon discovery of her death — wrists slit, waterlogged, and with no eyes at all. Subject is known colloquially as “The Salt and Pepper Lady.”

Modus operandi: Subject may be active in myriad ways, typically at night or in the early morning hours prior to sunrise. Targets may witness subject doing any or all of the following:

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The Most Dangerous Games: The Knockertell

knockerPreviously: Frequently Asked Questions, Vol. II.

The Knockertell is similar to The Raven Man in that it allows you to ask anything of the mysterious creature you’ve summoned — if, that is, you’ve summoned it correctly. I’ll be honest: Summoning it correctly might be a little difficult, as the ritual’s instructions are a little… puzzling.

For one thing, there’s this somewhat bizarre contradiction: One of the items needed to complete the ritual is a door with a knocker, which typically are only fond on front doors with the knocker outside; however, the instructions also stipulate that the ritual should be completed in a dark room. It seems that, in order to create the correct environment, you’ll have to affix a knocker to the outside of the door to whatever room in which you choose to do the ritual. I suppose you could attempt to use the area directly in front of your front door as the “dark room,” but I’m not totally sure whether or not it will work.

Other oddities include the fact that you’ll need sand specifically gathered from a desert, which you can probably get on eBay; additionally, the ritual can only be completed on the night of a lunar eclipse during Spring, so you’ll need to wait for a pretty substantial amount of time before you can give it shot. There’s also just a general lack of clarity in the instructions that might make attempting it riskier than it might at first appear. I’ve attempted to clear up what I can, but as always… and perhaps more than usual…

…Play at your own risk.

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Creepypasta of the Week: “Satellite Images”

Google street view

Previously: “The Theater.”

Among the many truly astounding things the Internet lets us do is travel the world without leaving the comforts of our own homes. While armchair traveling has existed for ages — atlases, globes, and plain old books have long afforded imaginative would-be adventurers the means with which to “visit” a huge variety of places, even if they’ll never actually set foot on the soil there — the digital age has brought it to new heights. 

That’s what “Satellite Images” gets at. Thanks to Google Maps and Street View, we can actually see what’s going anywhere in the world in something close to real time — whether we’re curious about people, places, or both.

The trouble is, we don’t often think about who those “people” might really be — and whether or not we should be watching them in the first place.

A friend of mine showed me how to use Google Maps. I’m sure you’ve seen it. It lets you use satellite images to look at locations all over the world. A few years ago, I was in a car accident.

Since then, I really don’t leave the house that often. It’s difficult, and the idea of a seeing a car drive by me makes me feel lightheaded. I was fascinated by the fact that I could see all over the world, almost like being there. I could virtually walk down the streets, and it almost felt like I was really there.

I became instantly hooked. It gave me a real eye on the world. I could go to almost any major city, and I did. I’d seen streets in China, Japan, Germany, England… so many places. I’d even gone to tourist attractions like the Great Barrier Reef and Dracula’s castle.

My favorite was to go to random places in major cities and see how many people and animals I could find. The faces of the people were always blurred to protect their privacy, but it was still enjoyable to see them out there, enjoying their life, walking like it was no big deal.

“She must have good taste,” I laughed.

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Unresolved: Who Was The Man From Taured — And Did He Even Exist At All?

globePreviously: Cabin 28 and the Keddie Murders.

The story of the Man from Taured is classified as unresolved for two reasons: First, because of the mystery itself; and second, because no one seems to know whether or not the whole thing really happened. Me? I’m inclined to think it’s a piece of fiction or an urban legend — but since the mystery persists, I think it’s worth taking a look at all the same. The story goes a little something like this:

On a particularly hot and humid day in 1954, a well-dressed, Caucasian man debarked from a plane that had just arrived from Europe at Tokyo’s Haneda Airport. Unremarkable in appearance, a man such as he wouldn’t normally have caused such a commotion; however, when he arrived at customs, things started to get… weird.

He told officials he was a businessman who traveled frequently; indeed, his wallet was full of currencies from a wide variety of countries in Europe, and he spoke both French and Japanese, among several other languages. He said that he was in Japan for business, and that this trip was his third to the country that year — but when asked for his passport, he presented a document from a place that simply didn’t exist. He was from Taured, he explained, a country located on the border between France and Spain; furthermore, the passport was full of stamps from both Japan and a number of other countries, seemingly supporting his tale of being a frequent flyer.

The customs officials were, to say the least, baffled. The man had extensive documentation concerning the details of his trip; however, when the officials called the company he said he was in Japan to meet with, the company said they had never heard of either the man or the company he claimed to represent. Furthermore, the hotel he said he would be staying at had no reservation under his name, and his bank — details of which were gleaned from his checkbook — also proved to be non-existent. And lastly, the coup de grace: When shown a map of the world and asked to locate Taured, the man pointed to Andorra, a microstate in the Pyrenees mountains bordered by — you guessed it — France and Spain. He was irritated that the map showed Andorra, not Taured, and said that someone must be playing a cruel joke on him.

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