IdleRich
IdleRich
Reminds me of the plot of Tell No One
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Living in certain houses comes to mind. Summer 1990 in Sherwood, sharing with 3 others who were all out @ Venus on this occasion. Post World Cup England, hysteria around penalties, great drugs and Forest were still a name.
Up late just fucking round on turntables, pack of Stella in the fridge and needed a fresh blast of tastelessness. The ground floor of this house had a porch thing that led into a hallway corridor, that led into a v small dining room on into a kitchen. Two living rooms to the side, stairway opposite, with a knocked through partial partition between the two living rooms to create space. Decks were in there, tv etc.
To get to the fridge i had to open the lounge door, turn left 45degrees, walk about twelve feet through the eating area to the kitchen and get the booze to satiate a growing thirst. It all happened so instantly and surreally. The only way i can articulate it is that as soon as i opened the door into the hallway i walked into a wall of silent, screaming, galactic-sized fear. No lights on, couldn't see anything. Took a step back and shut the door immediately. Standing there, it was if an indescribable presence was trying to force itself in through the walls and door. PWEI's 7" Touched by the Hand of Cicciolina was playing, so while this football-sampled piano crescendo grew, so did this presence (and fuck you, that wasn't my record).
I backed up against the wall, turned the volume down on the amp and tried to focus, but it got worse. Immeasurable fear. Not dissociative, i was absolutely in the moment, full bearings but clearly wondering wtf was happening. This presence seemed as tall and wide as the observable universe itself - vertically and horizontally infinite. A looming, menacing, malevolent perturbation in the reality field, like it was willing everything into whatever it was. Think i lit a fag, tried stepping forward and it was if an inhuman force of monstrous magnitude screamed "NO". I froze. Racing thoughts, "grow up you sad cunt" and "how do i get out of this fucking house?" amid distilled terror. Sipped the remaining lager due to cotton wool mouth and waited. Slowly, over about ten to fifteen minutes, it subsided.
Now, there was a lot of drug consumption during this period, at life threatening levels some times all in the name of fun, and i'm fully aware this was probably a neural prolapse of some sort, but that feeling opening the door, the switch from mundane, ordinary Friday night life to bornless, cold crystalised intention happened in a micro-second. I knew the hallway was already dark because i was the only one home, so it wasn't the lack of light that startled me. I've never really spoken about it - why would you? Within a few weeks i moved out. That night stained the light out of that abode for me beyond limits. 27 Leonard Avenue, Notts. It's the house to the left on the street view with the oval topped front door. Never been back.
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Up late just fucking round on turntables, pack of Stella in the fridge and needed a fresh blast of tastelessness. The ground floor of this house had a porch thing that led into a hallway corridor, that led into a v small dining room on into a kitchen. Two living rooms to the side, stairway opposite, with a knocked through partial partition between the two living rooms to create space. Decks were in there, tv etc.
To get to the fridge i had to open the lounge door, turn left 45degrees, walk about twelve feet through the eating area to the kitchen and get the booze to satiate a growing thirst. It all happened so instantly and surreally. The only way i can articulate it is that as soon as i opened the door into the hallway i walked into a wall of silent, screaming, galactic-sized fear. No lights on, couldn't see anything. Took a step back and shut the door immediately. Standing there, it was if an indescribable presence was trying to force itself in through the walls and door. PWEI's 7" Touched by the Hand of Cicciolina was playing, so while this football-sampled piano crescendo grew, so did this presence (and fuck you, that wasn't my record).
I backed up against the wall, turned the volume down on the amp and tried to focus, but it got worse. Immeasurable fear. Not dissociative, i was absolutely in the moment, full bearings but clearly wondering wtf was happening. This presence seemed as tall and wide as the observable universe itself - vertically and horizontally infinite. A looming, menacing, malevolent perturbation in the reality field, like it was willing everything into whatever it was. Think i lit a fag, tried stepping forward and it was if an inhuman force of monstrous magnitude screamed "NO". I froze. Racing thoughts, "grow up you sad cunt" and "how do i get out of this fucking house?" amid distilled terror. Sipped the remaining lager due to cotton wool mouth and waited. Slowly, over about ten to fifteen minutes, it subsided.
Now, there was a lot of drug consumption during this period, at life threatening levels some times all in the name of fun, and i'm fully aware this was probably a neural prolapse of some sort, but that feeling opening the door, the switch from mundane, ordinary Friday night life to bornless, cold crystalised intention happened in a micro-second. I knew the hallway was already dark because i was the only one home, so it wasn't the lack of light that startled me. I've never really spoken about it - why would you? Within a few weeks i moved out. That night stained the light out of that abode for me beyond limits. 27 Leonard Avenue, Notts. It's the house to the left on the street view with the oval topped front door. Never been back.
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Living in certain houses comes to mind. Summer 1990 in Sherwood, sharing with 3 others who were all out @ Venus on this occasion. Post World Cup England, hysteria around penalties, great drugs and Forest were still a name.
Up late just fucking round on turntables, pack of Stella in the fridge and needed a fresh blast of tastelessness. The ground floor of this house had a porch thing that led into a hallway corridor, that led into a v small dining room on into a kitchen. Two living rooms to the side, stairway opposite, with a knocked through partial partition between the two living rooms to create space. Decks were in there, tv etc.
To get to the fridge i had to open the lounge door, turn left 45degrees, walk about twelve feet through the eating area to the kitchen and get the booze to satiate a growing thirst. It all happened so instantly and surreally. The only way i can articulate it is that as soon as i opened the door into the hallway i walked into a wall of silent, screaming, galactic-sized fear. No lights on, couldn't see anything. Took a step back and shut the door immediately. Standing there, it was if an indescribable presence was trying to force itself in through the walls and door. PWEI's 7" Touched by the Hand of Cicciolina was playing, so while this football-sampled piano crescendo grew, so did this presence (and fuck you, that wasn't my record).
I backed up against the wall, turned the volume down on the amp and tried to focus, but it got worse. Immeasurable fear. Not dissociative, i was absolutely in the moment, full bearings but clearly wondering wtf was happening. This presence seemed as tall and wide as the observable universe itself - vertically and horizontally infinite. A looming, menacing, malevolent perturbation in the reality field, like it was willing everything into whatever it was. Think i lit a fag, tried stepping forward and it was if an inhuman force of monstrous magnitude screamed "NO". I froze. Racing thoughts, "grow up you sad cunt" and "how do i get out of this fucking house?" amid distilled terror. Sipped the remaining lager due to cotton wool mouth and waited. Slowly, over about ten to fifteen minutes, it subsided.
Now, there was a lot of drug consumption during this period, at life threatening levels some times all in the name of fun, and i'm fully aware this was probably a neural prolapse of some sort, but that feeling opening the door, the switch from mundane, ordinary Friday night life to bornless, cold crystalised intention happened in a micro-second. I knew the hallway was already dark because i was the only one home, so it wasn't the lack of light that startled me. I've never really spoken about it - why would you? Within a few weeks i moved out. That night stained the light out of that abode for me beyond limits. 27 Leonard Avenue, Notts. It's the house to the left on the street view with the oval topped front door. Never been back.
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Heavy. I know that cicciolina tune, it sounds like a reasonable response to that cursed music.
Seriously though, reading that was intense after my first smoke for months.
Looking at the streetview, the house is giving nothing away, no asphyxes or emanations, but what the fuck is going on with the two shut in houses to the right with no front doors? Alley access is also cursed.
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The Nightmare Matrix was the second prototype Matrix, designed by The Architect after the massive failure of the Paradise Matrix in the hope that human minds would more readily accept an imperfect world with suffering. Unlike the first version, this Matrix instituted a basic cause-and-effect programming and forcibly made those connected to it accept the program.
It also featured programs that resembled mythical evil creatures in various human mythologies such as vampires, werewolves, zombies, aliens, etc. It also failed, but many of the programs who were designed for it survived deletion in exile.
Supernatural creatures being leftovers and exiles from a previous iteration of The Matrix is brilliant.
It also featured programs that resembled mythical evil creatures in various human mythologies such as vampires, werewolves, zombies, aliens, etc. It also failed, but many of the programs who were designed for it survived deletion in exile.
Supernatural creatures being leftovers and exiles from a previous iteration of The Matrix is brilliant.
Peter watts conception of vampires in blindsight is very well thought through, have you come across it?
We'll,. I recommend reading blindsight, but vampires are an ancient subspecies from the Pleistocene that preyed on humans but died out because, among other things, right angles in our artefacts made them have seizures when they saw them (there being no right angles in nature) and they couldn't get along socially like humans. They're revived from traces in the human genome and deployed with us on space missions because they're highly intelligent and really effective at intimidating people into obedience.
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This actually applies to us humans too: unnatural visual stimuli - especially high contrast parallel lines or flicker - can trigger headache, migraine and seizures.