This is not fiction! This really happened to me in terrari!
First Day after creating the map..
I created an ordinary world with an unusual name world 666, I thought what could happen? As usual, I cut down some trees and started building a house. When the first floor with the guide’s room was ready, I went and killed Skeletron, since I already had a pumped-up Persian in holy armor and.T.n. it was easy. I decided not to go to the dungeon, I just couldn’t find anything worthwhile inside. I returned home, but a friend called me and I offered to play with me, he agreed. I restarted the world for the multi player, and my friend and I went to kill the wall of flesh. When we began to dig a passage to hell, the sound of a vase being broken was heard from above, but where did the vase come from above??! We didn’t pay attention to this and dug further, later we killed the wall of flesh, we teleported upstairs (using a mirror) and saw that there was a piece of Distortion near the house, as if a bottle of Unholy Water had been thrown there (I don’t know how to translate the word Unholy). We immediately thought of each other, but this was not possible because we were always close. Strange things started happening at night, Skeletron Prime was summoned out of the blue, I never had any of his baits, but my friend was always in sight and couldn’t summon him unnoticed! We were very surprised, somehow they killed him, and it was just morning. I bought dust from the dryad and went to cleanse the distortion that had grown near the house. We spent almost the entire day clearing the contaminated area. When night fell, oddly enough, there was not a single mob near the house, but there was a blood moon! When morning came, we went to explore the world, we were attacked by Corruptors (creatures from distortion, which with their projectiles turn all the grass into grass from distortion). During the battle they ruined all the grass near the house. Towards evening (in the game we began to remove the grass from the distortion with dust, which can be bought from the dryad), when suddenly a bottle with Unholy water flew from the left side of the map. I almost laid bricks, and began to attack my friend for throwing this bottle at me, but he was very far away and could not do it… It was still evening and the underground cavities were still a little visible, and when I once again sprinkled dust on the distortion, I noticed the outline of a player underground, who made a movement with his hand as if striking with a sword. I decided that it was time to stop playing in this world and turned off the server.
My friend and I, knowing that none of us are trying to set anyone up, decided to play on this map again. As soon as night fell, we were already scared, because this world greeted us with the inscription: “You hear screams of horror around you.”. Yes, yes, it appears only when the shadow sphere is destroyed… And in the morning we were attacked by the king of slugs. For us, well-trained players, he is not a boss, but no one called him, although he comes himself. We quickly killed him, but immediately another one came, and another, and another, and so on 3 more times… At night he came, that is, the Twins came (two eyes Green Spasmatism and a red Retemizer) we unfortunately did not have time to kill them. In the morning the Snow Legion came, the next day another one, after its destruction we decided not to play on this “Terrible”, no “Hell” map anymore. At least together..
I repeat, it’s true, try creating a standard world in your terraria called world 666.
Good day everyone. I just registered and ask you to post this story, it’s REAL. As usual, I was sitting on VKontakte and suddenly I saw my friend on Skype, and decided to play unreal tournament titan pack with him, here is our correspondence:
[15:44:41] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Why don’t you take it??
[15:44:48] Timon: wait 30 minutes.
[15:45:10] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: I started watching Naruto yesterday 😎
[15:57:37] Timon: nelsonhaha.com/
[15:57:38] Timon: nelsonhaha.com/
[15:57:40] Timon: nelsonhaha.com/
[15:57:42] Timon: nelsonhaha.com/
[15:57:44] Timon: nelsonhaha.com/
[15:58:17] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: stupid link, there are millions of such idiotic links!
[16:00:13] Timon: Click on the link
[16:00:15] Timon: Click on the link
[16:00:17] Timon: Click on the link
[16:00:20] Timon: Click on the link
[16:00:22] Timon: Click on the link
[16:01:02] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: If you send it again, I’ll write very bad words in the chat and I won’t… MY BRAIN WITH THIS LINK, this is a warning
[16:02:26] Timon: not return because of the CRA
[16:02:29] Timon: not return because of the CRA
[16:02:31] Timon: not return because of the CRA
[16:02:34] Timon: not return because of the CRA
[16:02:38] Timon: not return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRAnot return because of the CRA
[16:03:14] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: YES YOU FOR… STOP FLOODING… YOU GOT ME.
[16:04:23] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:26] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:27] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:28] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:29] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:31] Timon: Artem is not a virus CRA
[16:04:38] Timon: not
[16:04:53] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: STOP FLOODING, THE WHOLE BRAIN IS ALREADY .
[16:05:21] Timon: translate
[16:05:41] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: I DON ‘ T HATE FLOOD!
[16:06:13] Timon: tnnj this is not an aurtom, this is a virus KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
[16:06:20] Timon: RRRRRRRRRRR
[16:06:24] Timon: AAAAAAAAAAAA
[16:06:42] Timon: CRA
[16:06:48] Timon: CRA
[16:06:51] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: DV ENOUGH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
[16:06:53] Timon: CRA
[16:07:20] Timon: not fluyddddddd
[16:07:37] Timon: tnj is a KRA virus
[16:07:43] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: YES B… THIS IS FLUUUUUUUUUUUUD
[16:07:52] *** Subscriber Timon does not answer. ***
[16:08:10] Timon: no conversation
[16:08:14] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: if you don’t stop typing, I’ll log out of Skype!
[16:08:45] Timon: I repeat again, I am not Artuom
[16:08:55] Timon: CRA CRA CRA
[16:09:14] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: WHAT THE KRAAAAAAA
[16:09:53] Timon: tnj VIRUS PROGRAM AND NOT Artuom
[16:10:25] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: so, so, if this is Kra, then how do you talk to me and explain everything?
[16:11:52] Yara S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: what am I thinking, I know it’s you, Artyom, so don’t make fun of me, I’ll shoot you right away, it’ll be difficult for them to deceive me
[16:12:25] Timon: lave.ink
Soon he left Skype for 3 minutes and came back again, but finally he picked up the phone and he didn’t understand what kind of conversation he was talking about, since he doesn’t know how to joke, and I rushed to his house, he didn’t have this chat, but then I began to understand that he didn’t understand what I was talking about.
What is unclear, write to me, I will tell you in more detail.
I have always been a person who likes mysticism, but who has little faith in it. Moreover, I never believed in the so-called “Death Files”. But this story made me feel terrible..
This incident happened recently. I sat at the computer late at night and read stories on 4story. Suddenly I received a message on Skype from my friend Vladimir.
– Hello, Ivan. Why are you on the internet so late??
– Hello, yes, I read horror stories. Parents left home for 2 days, you can stay up all night.
– Horror stories are good… Well, I’ll send you something like this right now, you’ll be freaked out with fear! Do you remember you were fond of the so-called “21” files?. I even wrote a story… Well, I found one real one. Catch. I’m writing to you right now from the hospital.
– I’m catching… But I’m not afraid of this crap! And you be healthy! If you really are sick.
I saved the file and read the title Cvthnm.avi. I smiled, now I felt like I was in the shoes of the heroes of numerous stories, however, I did not believe. Common sense told me: “What if it’s true?? May not open?"But curiosity was stronger. Just in case, I turned down the volume, you never know what the Internet people came up with, and turned on the video. Beautiful, but mysterious music began to play, the video automatically stretched to fill the entire screen. A fog appeared on the video, from which a man slowly emerged, the camera approached him and I saw that this was the hero of the comedy “Scary Movie” – a maniac in a death mask. Wild laughter came from my lips. “What nonsense,” I thought. But suddenly a dialog box and a message appeared on the screen: “Hello, mortal.”. Barely holding back my laughter, I answered the stranger in kind. Then a new thought popped into my head: “This is a video? Maybe a virus? Come on, a virus in Avi format". The stranger said he knew what I was doing right now and that he thought it was a prank and the file was just a virus. The smile slowly disappeared from my face. Meanwhile, the stranger continued to prove that all this is not just a video. He described in detail me, my family, what I am doing right now. Then a message came, highlighted in blood: “I’m going to visit. Now I’ll knock 3 times”… Someone knocked on the window exactly 3 times, as the person in the video wrote. I quickly ran to the window, but didn’t see anyone, it was dark outside, surprisingly, not a single lamp was working. I received a new message: “I know that you came to the window… Pick up the phone”. I was shaking with fear, suddenly the phone rang, until the last moment I believed that it was all a coincidence or a joke. I looked at the screen of my mobile phone, the number was mixed with only the entry: “Call from Hell”. I picked up the phone, someone was speaking a text in a language I didn’t understand, but what just killed me was that I could hear moans and screams in the background. The bell rang again, but now it was on the door. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, carefully walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A man in a black robe stood on the threshold, with a “death” mask on his face. I quickly got dressed and ran to the window. Suddenly a bright light blinded me, when I opened my eyes, I saw the same stranger at the window, a silver light illuminated him. I ran to another room, the window of which looked out on the other side of the house. But I saw a stranger again. I ran to the PC and tried to close the video, but nothing helped me. The stranger wrote threats that he would kill me. I unplugged the cord from the socket, the computer, unlike other similar stories, turned off, but the stranger continued to ring the doorbell. I didn’t know what to do, but suddenly the “From Hell” subscriber called me again. I picked up the phone and heard Vovan’s loud laugh.
It all turned out to be just a prank on three of my friends. The file was not a video recording at all, Cvthnm.avi was just its name, in fact the file had exe permission and was a regular program written by my friends. I turned out to be so predictable that my friends knew exactly my algorithm of actions. They dressed in death costumes and were waiting for me at the windows with flashlights. The joke about calling “FROM Hell” turned out to be quite ancient, Vladimir just renamed himself in my notebook a couple of days before.
We sat at my house and laughed https://midnightcasino.uk/games/ about what happened. Suddenly a long bell rang at the door. It was 3 am. Out of habit, I looked out the window and saw a suspicious red-blue light at a height of about 2 meters. We, armed with what, approached the door. I asked carefully: "Who?"… Someone’s rude male bass answered: "Open! Police! I know that the hooligans who broke all the lights in your yard!“I looked sideways at my friends and saw real fear in their eyes, the real horror movie was just beginning.
“The morning was in vain,” thought Lisa, walking along the sleepy alley in round solitude. Taking out her phone, she frantically dialed my number.
“Yes, I’m listening,” I replied.
— Did you watch the video???
– Oh, the same thing? No, I didn’t look, I didn’t have time, so what??
– Don’t watch it, do you hear it??
– But why?
– Can I come to you and explain everything??
– Of course, I’m waiting..
No matter how much I waited, Lisa still didn’t come. The calls turned out to be fruitless, Lisa did not answer them..
Without waiting for my friend, I went to bed. Soon I heard terrifying news on the news..
On December 23 at 23:20 the mutilated corpse of a young girl was found. There are no signs of a crime in her apartment, except for one note with the inscription “Never shout” (never shout).
The feelings I experienced at that moment cannot be expressed in words. This was the first trauma that left an imprint on my mind… At night I could not sleep, looking through photographs of Lisa and me, I could not believe that this would not happen again. I couldn’t believe I lost my best friend.
To figure it out, I decided to watch the video Lisa was talking about. After scrolling through our correspondence with her, I finally found a link. The video, oddly enough, was called “Never shout”. Not afraid of anything, I turned it on and started watching.
A girl was approaching the camera, she walked with small steps, humming a quiet, strange song. I didn’t understand the words of this song, the only words that I managed to understand were “never shout”… Someone was walking behind the girl. Blood splashed into the camera. The girl fell, the camera breaks.
Although the video seemed scary, I didn’t think anything could happen from it. At night I woke up because that same video turned on. Oh my god, how scary it was. I turned it off and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. There was noise coming from my room. I was very scared. When everything calmed down, I gradually calmed down. Suddenly the window suddenly opened, I wanted to scream, but I remembered the words from the song. I heard the front door open, I heard footsteps… I didn’t know what would happen. It was unbearable. I closed my eyes and felt someone standing in front of me. It’s a very scary feeling. I felt something was touching me. I heard a familiar song from the video, then there were moans, screams… I knew that if I opened my eyes, something terrible would happen. I don’t remember what happened next, but I woke up in the hospital. My mother sat next to me and cried. She said I tried to commit suicide, but I really didn’t. I don’t know what happened next, I don’t remember anything.
Good day, visitors to this wonderful site! I haven’t been on this site for a very long time, and I read all your stories with great pleasure. As for me, then, pah-pah, no more devilry happened to me, but stories about the inexplicable have now become a kind of hobby for me, I have now started collecting them.
This story, which happened to her personally, was told to me by my mother’s friend. Mom and Aunt Zina worked in the early 90s, albeit in different organizations, but they communicated on work issues, had lunch in the same canteen and then became friends. My mother worked at the UMR (Mechanized Works Department), and Zina worked at a radio components plant.
The beginning of the 90s in Irkutsk was a difficult time – there were no salaries, they were given food, anyone snatched what they could wherever they could (I was 5 years old at that time and I remember very well the time when my mother’s salary was given in cereals and frozen chicken legs). Zina had three children and a husband who worked there, at the radio components factory, and also liked to pawn. The youngest, Polina, was 4 years old. Zina worked at a factory on weekdays, and stood at the market on weekends – to earn money for food, she had to sell her new Finnish boots and her eldest son’s ice axes. At times, Zina was overcome by despair – Polinka’s birthday was approaching, but there was no money for a gift or even a cake, and her daughter dreamed so much about a doll! In addition, my husband, Sergei, started drinking.
Paulie’s birthday was December 5th, and December 3rd was the anniversary of the death of her older sister, who died 5 years ago from cancer. It was Saturday. In general, as Zina says, she did not plan to go to the cemetery – at the beginning of December there were frosts of -30, Siberia after all, and besides, she heard that in winter it is better not to disturb the dead… but on the morning of December 3, she got up with the firm conviction that she had to go – she took the first train and arrived at the Smolensk cemetery still dark. There was silence, the dead were sleeping in their graves, wrapped in fluffy snowdrifts, there was a decent amount of snow, and Zina got a little lost, going deeper and deeper into the cemetery.
It’s dawn. Her attention was drawn to one grave – fresh, and decorated along the fence with silver serpentine, usually the kind that decorates Christmas trees. There was silence in the cemetery, and you could hear him rustling. “What people don’t come up with!“- she thought to herself, came closer to the grave. Instead of a monument, there was still a pedestal; the grave was littered with fresh flowers and luxurious wreaths, which cost incredible amounts of money in the early 90s. A little white girl with two pigtails was looking at Zina from the photo. And the name is Nadya… she died 3 days ago, she was 5 years old. Zina shook her head – such grief for parents! But somewhere deep, deep down she was pricked with envy – people live! the grave is strewn with roses! Expensive candies lie on a plate! But most importantly… next to the nightstand sat two dolls and a teddy bear. The toys were clearly foreign, at least in Irkutsk Zina had never seen anything like them; the bride doll, large, in a wedding dress, with long black hair, a veil, and a life-like face, attracted special attention..
As Zina later says, something went wrong in her head, she was so overcome by envy and anger… from the eternal lack of money, from her drinking husband, and that she couldn’t even celebrate her beloved youngest daughter’s birthday like a human being, but this dead girl had everything! And the hand automatically grabbed the doll. Zina did not ask the dead girl for forgiveness, did not say goodbye – she ran away from the cemetery. I woke up only on the train.
At first I was scared that I had taken the doll from the cemetery, but then I remembered how Polinka dreamed of a new doll. Zina was an atheist, like probably the majority of those raised in the Komsomol, so she drove away all bad thoughts about devilry, and that this is a sin in general. On December 5, she borrowed money from work, baked her daughter’s favorite cake, the older children made homemade cards for her sister, in short, they celebrated her birthday. My daughter was delighted with the doll – she carried it with her everywhere, including to kindergarten, and slept with it, and ate it. Her name was simple: Princess.
A month passed, and Zina no longer remembered how she received this doll. She told her husband that she borrowed money and bought it, her conscience no longer tormented her. But suddenly Polya fell ill – she developed a severe fever. Zina took sick leave and stayed at home with her daughter. The field was not getting any better, the temperature was 39, Zina somehow brought it down to 38, but she rose again, her daughter cried, slept poorly and at times became delirious – she said that her Princess was very cold, as if icy, and she also smelled unpleasant. Zina turned the doll this way and that – it was plastic, not cold, and it smelled nice – Polinka.
A week had already passed, the doctors suspected Polina had pneumonia, the child was wasting away before her eyes, Zina did not sleep at night, sat next to her, Polina cried and complained about the doll that it was cold, and also said that she was scared because some evil girl came to her at night, sang very scary, and wanted to take the doll away. When Polya said about the girl, Zina went cold and immediately remembered that dead Nadya..
One afternoon, when the older children were at school and her husband was at work, Zina was sitting with Polya. She had already fallen asleep, clutching the doll, and Zina herself dozed off – she didn’t sleep that night almost because of her daughter’s temperature. Singing woke her up. It came from the corridor – there was no specific song, just “Na-na-na-na”. A little girl was singing, but for some reason Zina felt so scared… she had a desire to jump up and close the door to the room, but she was stuck to the chair, she didn’t know the prayers, “Our Father,” and that one flew out of her head… The singing kept getting closer and finally a little girl entered the room, didn’t say a word, just sang – with two pigtails and in a beautiful polka dot dress. The girl stood, looked first at Zina, then at Polina, continuing to sing, and her eyes, as Zina says, were unchildish, angry and transparent..
Zina woke up about 10 minutes later – she fainted from fear, Polinka was also sleeping, clutching her doll. Maybe it was just a dream, but Zina grabbed the doll, and, asking her neighbor to sit with her daughter, rushed to the cemetery. It was already 6 o’clock in the evening, winter, dark – after about an hour she found the grave of this girl, fell to her knees and asked her for forgiveness for a long, long time. She placed the doll next to other toys and ran from there..
Polya cried a lot, asked where the doll was – but the main thing was that her temperature dropped that same day, there was no miraculous healing, that the child got up and ran the next day. Polya was nursed for a week, as the child was weak, but she no longer complained of nightmares. Now she is 24, she already has two children and a wonderful husband, she doesn’t remember about the doll, only sometimes she says that she remembers some vague nightmares.
(There was a Flash player, but since 2020 Flash is not supported by browsers)
(There was a Flash player, but since 2020 Flash is not supported by browsers)
(There was a Flash player, but since 2020 Flash is not supported by browsers)