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Like any person, a tulpa is never “done”, and you shouldn’t be going for a finished tulpa, when you make one. You should be focused on nurturing and teaching your tulpa, and allowing them to grow as a person with you, while at the same time you learn about yourself, and grow as a person in turn. It takes time and effort to make a tulpa into a self-sufficient and balanced individual, and their independence and personality will grow and flourish over time, like any regular human being’s. Creating a tulpa means committing to raising and living with another person, and this is a lifelong commitment—not one that ends when your tulpa starts speaking.\n\nPretty much every tulpa has a form—an imaginary body they identify with. This form can be anything from a regular human being to a cartoon character, an animal, or anything you else can imagine. Of course, regardless of their form, they still have a human mind. You can interact with your tulpa’s form by visualizing it in your mind. Most people do this in an imaginary setting called a wonderland, which is a persistent place you imagine yourself and your tulpa being in. You’ll be able to change your wonderland at will, and make it as normal or fantastical as you want; there are no limits. Many tulpas tend to spend their alone time in such a place, but it’s not required at all to have a wonderland (or to give your tulpa a form for that matter). Note that the form doesn’t have to just be a visual image; the word is often used as umbrella term for a tulpa’s looks, voice, their smell, the feeling of their skin—everything that you can sense of their imaginary form.\n\nIf you commit to the process, and put a significant amount of time and effort into your tulpa, you will end up with a friend for life. You’ll have a big hand in shaping your tulpa’s personality, and it’ll be easy to understand them, and for them to understand you—almost guaranteeing a close friendship. 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Before starting to hear their tulpa’s thoughts, some people get head pressures, when they interact with their tulpa—a throbbing sensation that usually fades with time. A clearer way of sensing your tulpa before you can communicate with them directly is through emotional responses, which can be described as feeling emotions that aren’t your own. You may be able to notice easily when your tulpa is very happy or sad, or feels strongly about something in any way.\n\nAn advanced technique in the community is imposition, which consists of hallucinating your tulpa with any of your senses. When you master it, your tulpa will seamlessly fit into reality as you see it with your own eyes, and you’ll be able to hear them speak, smell them, and even feel the texture of their skin and clothes, as if they were really there. Of course they won’t become physical human beings, and unless you delude yourself, you won’t believe that they are. 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This is called switching.\n\nWhat a tulpa isn’t, and good practices\nThere’s plenty of people that have weird beliefs about tulpas, and you’ll probably see that for yourself if you stay in the community. You have a right to your own beliefs, but in this community as a whole, tulpas aren’t seen as spirits or supernatural beings, nor do they have magical powers or any influence on things outside your mind and body. Tulpas aren’t demons; they aren’t a manifestation of your subconsciousness, and aren’t the devil trying to entice you to do evil.\n\nTulpas are not malicious unless you really mess up during the creation process and treat your tulpa in a way that makes them utterly hate you—and even then, a tulpa can’t really do you much harm. Tulpas aren’t self-imposed schizophrenia or whatever other mental illness you might be thinking of. You won’t go crazy, and you won’t have random hallucinations; it’s all perfectly safe and fun. Please look at the phenomenon rationally, and consider that you have plenty of control over your mind and what happens in it.\n\nSome people come into the community purely to roleplay with tulpas. A tulpa isn’t a role playing character, and you probably shouldn’t make one just to entertain you with their online interactions. It’s probably best to let your tulpa grow and mature for a good while before you let them talk to people outside you, and let them do their own things. While it may speed up development to let tulpas interact with others, you should be wary of who they talk to, and don’t dump them onto the forums and chat rooms as some kind of plaything. Screen people yourself before letting your tulpa speak to them, and let them think twice before getting into any relationships (including with yourself) at a young age. 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Some will be general guides, and will talk about the whole process of creating a tulpa—others are about a specific technique or aspect of the phenomenon. Make sure to not take any one guide or one person’s advice as the objective truth, but draw your own conclusions after getting several different opinions on the matter. This is a personal journey—not one where you should blindly follow what another person says.\n\nOutro\nIf you already decided you want to make a tulpa, you’re probably eager to get started. Be sure to realize all the consequences making a tulpa has, the responsibility that comes with it, and what the implications of sharing your head with another person are. Write down notes, learn as much as you can, and be consistent in spending time with your tulpa regularly. Keep in mind that giving them attention is paramount, and more attention will make for faster growth. Look at this as a personal journey, and try to learn about yourself as you create your tulpa. 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      "body": "![Image of Ashley](http://www.hotel-r.net/im/hotel/gb/ashley-18.jpg)\nSometime during the night of August 16, 1952, the small town of Ashley, Kansas ceased to exist. At 3:28 AM on August 17, 1952, a magnitude 7.9 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The earthquake itself was felt throughout the state and most of the midwest. The epicenter was determined to be directly under Ashley, Kansas.\n\nWhen state law enforcement arrived at what should have been the outskirts of the farming community, they found a smoldering, burning fissure in the earth measuring 1,000 yards in length and approximately 500 yards in width. The depth of the fissure was never determined.\n\nAfter twelve days, the state-wide and local search for the missing 679 residents of Ashley, Kansas, was called off by the Kansas State Government at 9:15 PM on the night of August 29, 1952. All 679 residents were assumed to be dead. At 2:27 AM on August 30, 1952, a magnitude 7.5 earthquake was measured by the United States Geological Survey. The epicenter was situated under what used to be the location of Ashley, Kansas. When law enforcement investigated at 5:32 AM, they reported that the fissure in the Earth had closed.\n\nIn the eight days leading up to the disappearance of the town and its 679 residents, bizarre and unexplainable events were reported by dozens of residents in Ashley, Kansas and law enforcement from the surrounding area.\n\nOn the evening of August 8, 1952, at 7:13 PM, a resident by the name of Gabriel Johnathan reported a strange sight in the sky above Ashley. The town itself, having no official branch of law enforcement, called into the police station of the neighboring town of Hays. Gabriel reported what appeared to be a \"small, black opening in the sky.\" Within the next fifteen minutes, the Hays police station became overwhelmed with dozens of phone calls all reporting the same phenomenon. The phenomenon was never reported by any neighboring communities. A decision was made to send of a trooper to Ashley to investigate the matter the following morning.\n\nAt 7:54 AM on the morning of August 9, 1952, Hays Police Officer Allan Mace radioed the Hays Police Station. He reported that, despite following the one way road leading into Ashley, he had become lost. According to his report, the road \"continued along its normal path, but somehow ended up back in Hays.\" Officer Mace went on to add that the road never curved, or bent in any direction. At 9:15 AM, seven of the town's 10 police cars were sent to investigate the situation, and all members of the team came to the same conclusion. The only road leading into Ashley stopped leading into Ashley, but instead led back to Hays. Phone calls continued to pour into the Hays Police Station, all reporting that the black opening in the sky continued to grow in size. All callers were advised to remain inside, and to not travel outside unless absolutely necessary. At 8:17 PM, Mrs. Elaine Kantor reported her neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Milton, and their two children, Jeffery and Brooke, missing. According to Mrs. Kantor's phone call, the Miltons attempted to leave town in their family car earlier in the evening. They never returned. Law enforcement officials from Hays never reported the car, or individuals, coming up the one way road.\n\nAt 7:38 AM on the morning of August 10, 1952, phone calls from Ashley into the Hays Police Station reported that the town was in total darkness. The sun had never risen. At 10:15 AM, at the request of Hays Law Enforcement, a helicopter from Topeka, Kansas flew over the region in which Ashley, Kansas stood. The town was never observed from air.\n\nAt 12:43 PM on the afternoon of August 11, 1952, Ms. Phoebe Danielewski called into the Hays Police Station. She reported that her daughter Erica had begun to have conversations with her father, who died three years prior in a drunk driving accident. To add to her concern, Ms. Danielewski reported that Erica was attempting to go outside into the dark, to \"join them.\" Over the course of the next twelve hours, a reported 329 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Station all describing similar phenomenon with the children of the town.\n\nThe following morning of August 12, 1952, the situation became dire. During the middle of the night, all 217 children in the town of Ashley, Kansas disappeared. A reported 421 phone calls were placed into the Hays Police Department. Unable to be of any useful assistance, Hays Law Enforcement instructed all callers to remain inside and to avoid any and all attempts at finding the missing children.\n\nAt 5:19 PM on the evening August 13, 1952, Ashley elderly man Scott Luntz reported a growing, distant fire to the south. According to his description, the fire seemed to turn the distant black into \"bright red and orange [that] seemed to extend high into the sky.\" Throughout the rest of the day, calls continued in, stating that the fire, in addition to moving north, now seemed to \"come out of the black sky.\" No fire was ever witnessed by any of the neighboring communities or law enforcement officials.\n\nThe reports continued until 12:09 AM on the morning of August 14, 1952. The last phone call, placed by a Mr. Benjamin Endicott, reported that the fire in the sky had grown so intense that it began to appear as daytime over the town. The phone call ended abruptly:\n\n(FROM THE PHONECALL PLACED BY BENJAMIN SHERMAN ENDICOTT)\n\nBenjamin:\nJust hold on... wait...\n(continued silence)\n\nBenjamin (cont.):\nYeah, yeah I see something. It's to the south. It looks like-\n[END PHONECALL]\n\nThe next phone call wouldn't be placed until the following evening.\n\nThe following is the entire transcript of the final phonecall to be received by the Hays Police Department out of the town of Ashley, Kansas. It was placed at 9:46 PM on the evening of August 15, 1952. In this recorded phonecall, the officer on duty is Officer Peter Welsch. The caller has been identified as Ms. April Foster.\n\n[BEGIN PHONECALL]\n\nOfficer Welsch:\nHays Police Department.\n(muffled static)\n\nOfficer Welsch:\nHello?\nFoster:\nYES... yes, hello?\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, who am I speaking with?\nFoster:\nMy name is April, April Foster. (coughs) Please, sir. Please help me.\nOfficer Welsch:\nWhat is happening, ma'am?\nFoster:\nLast night... last night they came back.\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, I'm going to need you to -\nFoster:\nLAST NIGHT THEY CAME BACK! (cries)\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, I'm going to need you to calm down, and speak clearly. What happened? Who came back?\nFoster:\n(sobbing) Everyone.\nOfficer Welsch:\nEveryone?\nFoster:\nThey all came in the fire.\nOfficer Welsch:\nWhat do you mean everyone?\nFoster:\nMy son... I saw my son last night. He was walking... he was walking down the street. He was burned. Jesus Christ HE WAS BURNED.\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am I -\nFoster:\nHe died last year. I raised him since he was a baby... it was just me and him. I told him to watch for cars when he rode his bike. But he never wanted to listen.\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, what you're saying isn't making any sense. You said everyone came back?\nFoster:\nARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME? EVERYONE. Everyone came back. Everyone who died, or went missing, they're back. And they're looking for US! (cries)\nHe...he said: \"Mommy, I'm okay now! See, I can walk again! Where are you, Mommy? I want to see you!\" (sobs)\nOfficer Welsch:\n... Ma'am, where are you now? Are you safe?\nFoster:\nI'm hiding. Just like everyone else. We saw them coming through the fields... and... some people opened their doors for them. God, the SCREAMING. (pause) I don't know what happened to them. But their houses caught fire and they... caved in. I have my curtains drawn. I'm hiding in the closet right now and- (silence)\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, is everything alright, are you okay?\nFoster:\n(silence)\nOfficer Welsh:\nMa'am?\nFoster:\n(glass breaking)\nOh... Oh my God.\nOfficer Welsh:\nMa'am?\nFoster:\nSomething just came in. (muffled cries)\nOfficer Welsch:\nMa'am, stay as quiet as you can. Don't make a sound.\nFoster:\n(Muffled: \"Mommy... mommy?\")\n(sobbing) He came inside.\nOfficer Welsch:\nStay absolutely still. 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      "body": "At about 7:06 a.m. on a warm Thursday morning, students on a school bus were shocked by a loud flapping noise just before a large, winged creature swooped down over their bus from the sky before going off into the distance.\n\n![Angel of Malevolence](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/creepypasta/images/9/94/Angel_of_Malevolence.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20140701135520)\nThis is the picture that was taken.\n\nOne boy on the bus managed to snap a quick picture of the creature as it flew over a barn before disappearing, but the picture turned out blurry and faint. The picture appeared on the local news that evening. There was discussion over whether it truly was a monster, a bird, a bat, or if it was a hoax. There were wild suggestions, saying the creature was the monster from Jeepers Creepers, the Van Meter Visitor, or even Batman.\n\nThe “Monster Madness” raged on for a week before it began to die down, and then it was forgotten.\n\nDusk was just beginning to fall on a small town in Idaho.\n\nSummer had brought forth mosquitoes, which had frightened off many of the townsfolk who were taking refuge inside their homes. In addition to the mosquitoes, there had been vicious murders and violent attacks in the town, so children were forbidden to go out into the streets and the adults locked their doors.\n\nOne of the few people outdoors on this warm evening was a man strolling down a paved bike trail. He was going toward his home, but instead found himself trapped on a long, seemingly-endless sidewalk between two unrelenting walls of trees, the shadows of which grew longer as the sun set deeper and deeper. These trees were some of many, as the bike trail cut its way through a thick forest like a snake cuts through the grass. The man was lost in his own contemplation on the world, and the only noises were of his own footsteps thudding against the solid concrete.\n\nSuddenly, a man with strikingly-blond hair stumbled out of the dense forest foliage and fell onto the sidewalk. He seemed to be terrified. The man noticed this new arrival was clutching a long, bloody knife in one black glove as he trembled on the sidewalk. The man was torn between desire to help him, and fear that he would be stabbed.\n\nThe man with the knife cast him one glance before a loud shriek rang out from the trees he had just emerged from. The shriek was high-pitched, and the man knew it wasn’t human. Perhaps an animal of sorts or maybe-\n\nThe man described a large humanoid figure with wings appearing in that moment. He tells the creature as having black skin with wide eyes and a gaping mouth drawn open to reveal long, jagged teeth. The creature was similar to a bat, but the man knew this was no bat.\n\nThe creature swooped down toward the bike trail. The blond man screamed as he swung the short knife blade. The bat seized him with long talons and brought him off into the air as a terrified passenger. The man reported watching the knife fall out of the blond man’s hand as the bat flew off into the skies. As the bat flew away, the man remembers hearing the unfortunate passenger’s scream slowly fade away as he disappeared.\n\nStunned at what he had just witnessed, the curious man walked into the woods in the direction the blond man had emerged from and found a woman who had been brutally stabbed in several places around her body. He immediately called the police, and told them he had found an injured woman. When they arrived with paramedics, the woman was determined to be deceased.\n\nWith a jolting chill, the man realized that the blond man with the knife had been the murderer, probably the one behind the murders in town. The man told the police about the murderer and the bat, but they did not believe him. He described the killer, and a police sketch artist drew up a picture of who he described. A few days later, the police found that the man in the drawing had disappeared around the time the woman was found.\n\nWith no other explanation for the blond man’s disappearance, the man’s story started to have reluctant believers.\n\nCassie was home alone.\n\nShe was having trouble adjusting to her new home, especially in such desolated conditions. Cassie had just moved after being raped near her old house in her old town. After such a foul and unforgivable act, Cassie had abandoned all her friends and her job of three years, basically erasing her life, to move to the next city over.\n\nShe had described the rapist to the police, but the man was never found. With lack of success on finding his whereabouts, Cassie could not sleep at night knowing she was not completely sheltered or protected. And she never would be.\n\nHowever, tonight she had to go back to her old house to collect a few boxes of assorted, miscellaneous items she had left behind during the move. It was a particularly dark night, so she was a bit unsettled and anxious about going out under such conditions. Even the stars seemed to glow a bit dimmer, as if Night himself had closed his watchful eyes over the world.\n\nIt wasn’t that she couldn’t see well outside, but there was a sense of a dark foretoken.\n\nCassie briefly considered staying in her home for the night, but decided that she wouldn’t let something as stupid as fear of the dark stop her. She left her house and got into her car. After a half hour drive on the highway, Cassie arrived back in her old city and back to her old house. Sure enough, the boxes were still in her garage.\n\nGetting out of the car and slamming the door shut, Cassie walked over to the garage and opened it. There weren’t that many boxes, and she figured she could fit them all in the back of her car and in the trunk. Sighing at the thought of manual labor, Cassie began to carry the boxes individually to her car.\n\nShe had just gotten the last one in her car when she saw her former next-door neighbor in his backyard, setting up a sprinkler.\n\nCassie blinked, and looked a little closer. It was a bit difficult to see in the blind night. She had never paid much attention to that neighbor before. Cassie looked closely at him, and with a terrified chill, she recognized him.\n\nThe neighbor noticed her, and discarded the sprinkler onto the grass, where it released a few short bursts of water before going lifeless. He stared at her menacingly, even though a large grin grew along his face. He began to walk over and Cassie stumbled backwards, nearly tripping on her own feet in her haste to get away.\n\nHer neighbor was the rapist.\n\nHe advanced on her, the grin growing wider. Cassie was just about to turn and run, but he had gotten close enough to lunge out and grasp her roughly by her wrist. Cassie tried to scream, but only a frightened squeak came out. Cassie tried to fight, but only succeeded in falling to the ground while he kept a tight hold on her wrist. Cassie looked into his eyes, and she knew what was about to happen.\n\nShe tried to fight it even harder this time, but he wouldn’t let go. He smirked down at her, and then he was gone. Her wrist was jerked up toward the sky for a second and then his tight grip was released. Cassie looked at the spot where he had been standing, and then looked up into the sky.\n\nShe observed a large bat-like creature carrying him off. The night was silent except for the blood pounding in her ears and the flapping of the creature’s wings for a few moments, and then he began to scream. Cassie gained a small bit of pleasure from hearing him scream so devastated and terror-stricken. She felt guilty about feeling that way, and the feelings of guilt overwhelmed her sick satisfaction.\n\nShe watched the bat tote him off as he continued screaming, now throwing his head to the sides in either an effort to break free or denying that it was really happening. When they had gone off into the distance, Cassie got into her car and left.\n\nThe night now seemed significantly brighter.\n\nReports of a large winged creature have appeared all over the globe, dating back to even the beginning of the Modern Age. It is believed the creature actually is the Van Meter Visitor, the Mothman, and Olitiau. It was said in ancient times that the bat-like creature would appear to take away those who have done wrong.\n\nThose who believe the creature is still around debate whether it is a god, an angel, or a demon. While reports of the bat-like figure are conflicting, most of them agree that those attacked by the bat are bad people, such as murderers and rapists.\n\nThese biased abductions have earned the creature the title \"Angel of Malevolence.\"",
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Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.\n\nIn early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.\n\nA Suicide Note: 1964\n\n\"As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.\"\n\nFound in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:\n\n\"Dearest Linnie,\n\nI have prayed for you. He spoke your name.\"\n\nA Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880\n\n\"I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).\"\n\nA Mariner's Log: 1691\n\n\"He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.\"\n\nFrom a Witness: 2006\n\n\"Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.\n\nAt about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.\n\nAfter adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.\n\nMy husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.\n\nIn a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.\n\nThe creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said \"he is the Rake\".\n\nMy husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.\n\nBeing a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.\n\nFor several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.\n\nIt took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.\n\nThere were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.\n\nI set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)\n\nOn the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.\n\nThe thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.\n\nI have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.\"",
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      "body": "![Cave](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/creepypasta/images/f/f8/Cavechild.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/1000?cb=20121021025758)\n\nOn November 22nd, a rescue party led by Dr. Marcin Inciéda into the Dulth-Aral caves of Pohnpei discovered a damaged tape recorder tied up in a piece of white guide line.\nIn none of the four excursions were the missing parties in question found, nor any of their supplies save for the length of guide line and the tape recorder attached to it. It serves as the only record of the events which the parties in question experienced.\n\nSeventeen entries of substantial length were recorded, as well as several shorter entries that appear to have been recorded by mistake, as no speech is audible for their duration. What follows is a transcription of the audio which appears in those seventeen entries.\n\nThis is Dr. Mason Perry, September 12th, 1996, aircraft over the Pacific Ocean, 4:41 PM Pacific Standard Time.\n\nIn the Dulth-Aral caves of the small Micronesian state of Pohnpei, there is a breed of lizard with one of the most remarkable defense mechanisms known of among reptiles: it has developed the ability to hurl rocks from the cave floor where it dwells, with lethal velocity, at targets dozens of feet overhead. Nobody is quite sure why it has developed this ability, as the few specimens currently available were found wandering around the outside of their natural cavernous habitats. My colleagues and I are traveling to Pohnpei to study the lizard in its natural environment, on the first trip of its kind, to attempt to discover the purpose for which this unique behavior had been adapted.\n\nThe reason no such expedition has yet been attempted, despite knowledge of the lizard's existence within the scientific community some sixty-odd years, are various local reports of the danger of the caves. The folklore of the indigenous Tanitchiin people, natives to the area for thousands of years, tells that the progeny of the earth demon Ban-Dulth dwell within the caves, guarding the entrance to his subterranean kingdom. These demon-children are said to slay any who attempt to make passage through the caves, which were sealed off until roughly a thousand years ago when the heavy rocks which covered the mouths of the cave range were moved to construct ancient buildings by foolish men.\n\nFolklore is simply folklore, of course. The Tanitchiin are not an isolated tribe—they are a perfectly modern people and seldom take the old myths and legends of their culture as literal fact. However, on two separate occasions within the last 70 years, young men have set out into the caves to prove their bravery and returned with terrified tales of having seen creatures exactly like those described in the old legends.\n\nThey told of large four-legged animals with the pale, translucent skin characteristic of cave albinism. These creatures had severely arched backs, from each of the four corners of which protruded spindly limbs bisected by single outward-facing joints, and at the bottom tips of which were flat feet. They lumbered about like awkward spiders with a wriggling left-to-right motion of their bodies, which appeared flexible. They had two large, immobile protrusions on their backs which were thought to conceal wings, though they were never seen to fly. Jutting out from between their two front legs was a round head with a single, enormous red eye which blinked rapidly.\n\nBoth young men, having seen them only at a great distance and from safely high above, described them as living in a group of perhaps thirty or forty, constantly murmuring in a low buzz. When this group spotted the young intruders, they suddenly let out a high-pitched shriek, which in both cases frightened off their visitors. The latter young man claims that he was initially immobilized with utter terror, and was able to summon the strength to run only after they darted toward him with terrifying speed.\n\nBecause of these sightings, belief in the Children of Ban-Dulth has persisted among the Tanitchiin, and they refuse to go into the caves. My colleagues and I suspect that what the young men believe they experienced was heavily colored by the local legends. However, we appreciate that some sort of large crustacean may live within the caves all the same, and as such have taken certain safety precautions. We have brought binoculars with night-vision capabilities so that we can make our observations at a safe distance from any cave life and without the need for artificial light sources which might alert it to our presence. To the latter end I am also taking research notes verbally with this dictaphone to avoid the need for light by which to write, should our headlamps need to be turned off. Because no guides for the caves exist, we have brought several thousand feet of highly durable cord with which to mark our path as we traverse the caves. Each of the four of us also has semiautomatic hand gun with fifteen rounds. Hopefully we won't have to use these last.\n\nThis is Dr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 1996, mouth of Dulth-Aral Minor, 3:18 AM Greenwich Mean Time plus eleven hours.\n\nWe are preparing our descent into the Dulth-Aral Minor, the smaller of the two largest caves in the Dulth-Aral range. We would have preferred to select a cave other than the one in which the \"Children of Ban-Dulth\" had been purportedly sighted, but this was the only one of the six caves in the range that local Tanitchiin guides were able, or willing, to lead us to.\n\nWe have suited up with all of the necessary gear for a scientific spelunking adventure, including a three-day supply of water and food. Our aim is to remain in the caves for a maximum of 18 hours on this trip; if it should happen that we need more time to find the Rocktail Lizard on a single expedition we will return better-prepared for a longer stay. Still, one can never be too cautious.\n\nI am joined on this trip by Doctors Janette Briggs and William Kincaid. Dr. Marcin Inciéda fell ill after ignoring our group's admonitions and sampling a rather exotic local dish upon landing, and so will not be joining us on this initial expedition.\n\n[A woman's voice can be heard in the background: \"He's going to miss all the fun!\"]\n\nShould it happen that we do discover a new species of crustacean within these caves, we will make informal notes for the benefit of our colleagues back in the States.\n\n[The woman: \"Okay, Mason, the lines are tied off, we're ready to go!\"]\n\n[Hushed] This is Dr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 1996, inside the Dulth-Aral Minor, 4:36 AM Greenwich Mean Time plus eleven hours.\n\n[A periodic echoing \"clack\" can be heard in the background]\n\nI am currently watching a mature Rocktail Lizard specimen lift and sort rocks. When the lizard lifts a rock, he will turn it over several times in his prehensile tail, then set it back where he found it. If he comes upon a flaw in the rock, he tosses it up and out of the way of the cave floor. It seems as though the lizard spends some amount of its spare time making sure that its rock supply is more usable in the event of an emergency.\n\n[A man's voice, also hushed, can be heard nearby: \"Look, Mason! A bat just flew onto the ceiling!\"]\n\n[There is a long silence, then a sudden squeak, followed by a thud]\n\nWhoa! Did you guys see that? Jesus, that thing is fucking fast!\n\nThe lizard picked up a rock, and then the bat fell off the ceiling. It happened so fast, I didn't even see the throw. The lizard is currently eating the bat it just killed.\n\nYou know, Jeanette, we thought that this was a self-defense mechanism, but it looks like a hunting behav—\n\n[A series of extremely rapid \"clacks\" are heard]\n\nHoly shit! Holy shit, what was that?\n\n[The woman, breathless: \"Jesus, Mason, did you see it? The lizard was trying to hit it, I think it scared it off.\"]\n\nDr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 1996, inside the Dulth-Aral Minor, 4:45 AM.\n\nDr. Briggs saw one of the \"Children\". We now suspect that it is an arachnid, or possibly some sort of insect, rather than a crustacean. It was climbing on the ceiling when it appeared. We didn't notice it, but the Rocktail Lizard sure did. It whipped a series of rocks up at it with shocking speed. Dr. Briggs was the only of the three of us to follow the trajectory of the rocks quickly enough to catch a glimpse of it.\n\nAccording to Dr. Briggs, it was probably close to five feet in total length and stood perhaps two feet high. She didn't get a good look at the creature, but she did confirm a single, blinking red eye in the center of its head.\n\n[The woman: \"I'm not sure about this, Mason. You didn't see what I saw. I don't want to be anywhere near that thing. I say we head back.\"]\n\nDr. Briggs is shook up about the whole thing. Dr. Kincaid and I, however, are anxious to press on. Perhaps it's just because we want to get a good look at these \"Children\" ourselves. The young men who visited these caves reported that they spent approximately an hour wandering inside them when they discovered the nest, so given the time spent observing the first Rocktail Lizard specimen I figure it's maybe 20 minutes more into the cave until we see it.\n\nDr. Kincaid has been trying to assuage Dr. Briggs' fears by noting that we will be safely high off the ground and, unlike the young men who visited before us, we will be armed.\n\n[The woman: \"Stop talking to your damn tape for a second. I'm right here, don't you fucking narrate over me. I want to head back. That thing was fucking fast, do you understand? You saw how fast that lizard threw rocks, and it got out of the way of all of them. These things are quick when they want to be, Mason. I don't want to find out what happens when they see us.\"]\n\nOkay, Janette, how about this. Would it make you feel better if we used the night-vision from here on in? That way they won't be able to see us, so you've got nothing to worry about. Janette, you've seen animals on expedition that we know can kill humans easily. What's the first thing you learn about those animals? What did you say the whole way here?\n\n[The woman: \"That if you leave them alone and stay out of their way, they won't bother you.\"]\n\nExactly! Look, Janette, these things are cave spiders, right? Spiders aren't aggressive creatures. If we leave them be, and we stay way out of their way, and they can't even see us, we'll be fine.\n\n[The woman: \"I guess. Okay, I'll go. But I want this to go on record, on that little record you're keeping: I think this is a mistake\"]\n\nDuly noted.\n\n[Whispers] Dr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 1996, inside the Dulth-Aral Minor. I think it's about 5:15 AM, but I don't want to turn on my watch light.\n\nWe can see them. I don't think this is the nest that the locals described, though; there are only four of them here.\n\nEverything they said about these things is true. The big eye, the spindly legs. I can't speak to the grey skin or the eye's redness looking through these goggles, but Dr. Briggs confirmed that earlier. I was expecting the wings to be larger, though. The rigid coverings only seem to go about halfway down the back. We're still at a pretty substantial distance, and even with these binoculars I can't get enough clarity to make out a lot of details, but I don't see a mouth on these creatures.\n\nThey have two vertical slits just below the eye, it looks like. I think these are nostrils of some kind, which is leading me to doubt that these creatures are any sort of arachnid or insect. And actually... Hey, Bill, does that look like a tail to you?\n\n[The man: \"Where?\"]\n\nThe one closest to us, look carefully. It sort of follows the arch of the back, but it's just hanging there. Is that a tail?\n\n[The man: \"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is. Are these things reptiles?\"]\n\nI don't think so. The back curves down and the tail follows it. Lizard spines don't arch like that. I think these things are mammals.\n\n[The man: \"They look hairless.\"]\n\nThat's not unheard of for subterranean mammals. And it could be short fur, right? I can't tell at this distance.\n\n[The woman: \"Okay, you've seen them. Can we go now, please?]\n\nYeah, we probably should. Marcin is going to want to see these things himself anyway.\n\nAh, shit! This is Dr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 5:43 AM.\n\nWe've retraced our steps back to the area where we first observed the Rocktail Lizard in action, and something's wrong. We followed the line up ahead about 300 feet and saw that it led us across a shallow pool of water. We could easily cross it, but none of us remembers crossing any water. Everything past this point feels extremely unfamiliar to all of us.\n\n[The woman can be heard, sobbing. She then says, \"this is what he does. This is what he does. This is what he does. This is how he punishes trespassers. This is what he does.\"]\n\nJanette is taking it pretty hard.\n\n[The woman, upset and angry: \"This is what they said. They said that Ban-Dulth imprisons people in these caves! Didn't you listen? This is what he does! He's getting us lost, trying to confuse us, trying to draw us in deeper. His Children have seen us, they know we're here, and we gave them time. We gave them time to re-tie our line on a new path that leads farther into the cave.\"]\n\n[The man: \"Try to calm down, Janette. No cave demon is trying to get us, okay?\"]\n\n[The woman, shrieking: \"This is what he does! I wanted to turn back. I wanted to turn back. We could have turned back but you wanted to do your fucking research and now we're all dead. 'We are dead!' Do you understand me? 'Dead!'\"]\n\nWe're going to follow the line. Janette doesn't want to, but she's more afraid of staying here alone. It's possible that falling rocks or rising water have changed the terrain and we don't realize it. If we get to the end of the line and it turns out something did bite through it, at least we'll know.\n\nThe way I figure it, it will be dawn soon. Daylight should be an easy enough source to follow to an exit if worse comes to worst.\n\nWhat the hell are these things?\n\nWe've been following the line for about an hour, and about 20 minutes ago we saw two more of them. They were standing rear to rear with their hindquarters touching, and lurching back and forth into each other, grunting and buzzing with their eyes wide open and fixed on nothing. It looked like mating. I know insects will sometimes breed end-to-end like this, so now I'm doubting my suspicions that they were mammalian.\n\nI don't believe they saw us, but we've turned off the headlamps just in case. We're currently proceeding with night vision from here on in.\n\n[Sobbing] This is... Uh... Sorry, this is Mason Perry.\n\nDoctor Kincaid is gone. He... He slipped off of an edge and hit his head before falling. I don't know where he went, and I presume he's unconscious.\n\nAs soon as he fell, Janette started running. She says one of the \"Children\" grabbed his ankle and dragged him down. I want to go back for him, but she refuses, and I don't have the gear or skill necessary to climb down that edge by myself.\n\nWe're leaving him, I guess. Hopefully we can get someone back in here in time to save him.\n\nShit.\n\nDr. Mason Perry, September 14th, 1996, inside the Dulth-Aral Minor. 7:27 AM.\n\nOur line was definitely cut. The line led us directly to the ridge above the nest, so I suspect it was a prank by young locals. Naturally, Janette insists that it was Ban-Dulth's Children trying to punish us.\n\nWhat we saw was grotesque. One of the creatures hung off of the wall about 20 feet from the ground with its head facing the ceiling. It gave birth like that. Six or seven offspring fell directly down onto the ground. The youngest died on impact, and a few more were killed when several of the adults mauled them. The three that survived only did so by viciously slaughtering their attackers. We saw them feasting on one of the slain corpses, and we ran.\n\nAt this point, we're exhausted, so we've set up camp. I'm taking first watch while Janette sleeps, if she's able.\n\nI killed one. It came up on the camp and I shot it.\n\nWe were wrong about these animals.\n\nThey're simians. They look disturbingly human; I suspect a heretofore unknown strain of hominid.\n\nThey have no eyes. They're totally blind. What we thought was an eye was actually a mouth, opening and shutting. They don't have wings, either, it's a ribcage. The creature looks like a human that walks upside-down, with its stomach pointing upward. The mouth appears to be on top of the head because of this inversion. What I thought was a tail was actually the animal's genitals.\n\nThey're extremely skinny and their legs appear substantially longer than ordinary human legs. They lack much appreciable muscle mass, however, which is odd considering the speed with which they move and their tendency to climb. They have opposable digits on all four pedal extremities, though it's apparent that the ones that should be \"feet\" are underdeveloped. I suspect that the lack of muscle mass is owed to the creature's light weight; there's no way this thing weighs more than 90 lbs. It's definitely hairless, covered completely in translucent white skin.\n\nJanette freaked out when she saw it, but she's calmed down considerably since then. In fact, she's calmer now than she has been since she first saw the creature. It could be that she knows what it is now, but I suspect it has more to do with the knowledge that these \"Children\" can be killed.\n\nShe's agreed to take second watch and let me catch a few hours' sleep.\n\n[Woman] This is Janette Briggs, daughter of Samuel Briggs, human child of the land of the man-God Christ. I now understand my duty.\n\nI am going to return to the nest of the Children of Ban-Dulth to offer myself as a servant to the Earth God. I shall never escape these caves, so I will make myself a new home in Dulth-Elania, his Kingdom Beneath the Earth.\n\nI am leaving this message for Mason Perry, that he might join me.\n\nShit! Janette's disappeared. Shit!\n\nShe left me a message on this machine saying she went back to the nest. Obviously, she's panicking worse than I realized. I have to go after her. If I don't make it back, whoever finds this, tell my kids I love them. And get out. Get out now if you're still in the caves listening to this. Press stop and run. Listen later.\n\n[Panicked] Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God.\n\nThis is Mason Perry. Shit, I don't know what the hell time it is. Uh, 9:30 AM.\n\nJanette is dead.\n\nWhen I got to the nest, Janette was standing in the middle of it, taking off her clothes. The Children, they... They watched this. They were in a circle around her, just watching. And Janette, she bent over backwards, like one of them... and they came at her.\n\nOh, Christ... It [unintelligible, sobbing]\n\nThere were two, one on each end of her, and they started to... They were violating her. And another came up and tried to get on, but the one between her legs wouldn't stop thrusting and get out of the way. So the third one, it grabbed her by the torso and just started pulling. It ripped off these huge chunks of her skin, of her muscle, just ripped her open, and then it went for the hole. And then two more did this on the other side, and then more started ripping holes, and... And pretty soon, she was just a pile of... of wet meat. Oh, fucking Christ. I don't... There was nothing left but [unintelligible]. And they started eating it.\n\nShe never screamed. She... she didn't make a sound at all.\n\nI think that... I think she wanted to die.\n\nIt's been two weeks since I came into these godforsaken caves. I've long since run out of food and my efforts to catch Rocktail Lizards have netted me nothing but injuries. I've used the first aid kit in my pack to disinfect them and bandage them up as best I can, but I'm concerned about my ability to treat further injuries.\n\nI've found some water which looked clear enough to supplement my water supply. Hopefully, the rocks have done a passable job filtering it.\n\nI've seen several of the Children since Janette's death, but they don't come near me. I think it's the corpse of one of their own in my campsite that scares them off.\n\nI have a theory about the phylogeny of these creatures. I think that they were once a group of early hominids who were trapped in these caves when a rock slide closed the cave mouth. I think they clung to the ceiling as much as possible to stay away from the Rocktail Lizard, or perhaps to get the drop on it when they were hungry. I suspect they developed their upside-down hang to give them better visibility of the tiny lizards on the cave floor and to help them see incoming rocks.\n\nOver time, their bodies changed to accommodate this lifestyle, until they were a formidable enough predator to walk on the ground again. When outside of the nest, they seem to come down to the cave floors only to mate. By the time the rocks were finally cleared away from the mouth of the cave, they had become so dependent on the cave's darkness that they never ventured outside.\n\n[Exhausted, weak] I'm out of options. I need food. I'm going to eat what meat I can salvage from the carcass at my campsite. Hopefully it will give me enough strength to try [unintelligible] out.\n\nI suspect... [gagging sounds, coughing]... I think it's been a week since I ate from the carcass. I didn't get any immediate indigestion or signs of food poisoning, but since yesterday I've felt very ill.\n\nLately, I've come to wonder whether Janette was right about the Children.\n\nAt first, I thought they might be primitive hominids, but I can't explain the guide wire. How could they have been smart enough to know to cut through our line and lead us to their nest? I don't think that was a prank anymore. I don't think anyone who knew the story of these creatures would attempt to strand another human being in this dark hell.\n\nI thought that the Children might have cut the line out of curiosity and carried it with them as far as they could to the nest. But today, I realized that it had been tied up at the campsite. How would they know to knot it in that way? I think they were intentionally trying to trick us. Is the thing the Tanitchiin call Ban-Dulth responsible? Is there some superior intelligence or power guiding these creatures? And... and does it build its army of children from humans it traps in these caves?\n\nAre the Children of Ban-Dulth ancient hominids, or disfigured humans? I can barely separate fact from fantasy in my mind.\n\n[Rasping] My watch slipped off my wrist two days ago and shattered. I've lost all sense of time in the interregnum. I'm losing weight too quickly, and expect to die soon. My eyes feel gummy and infected.\n\nYesterday, I decided to start a fire to cook some of the carcass. I couldn't risk further infection, and no other food has been available. There was no wood, so I burned some of my clothes. Once I had eaten all of the meat on the carcass, I realized that I had lost the only thing keeping the Children away from my camp. I tried to keep the fire going through the night in hopes that it would scare them away. I'm naked now and the fire is gone.\n\nI considered trying to burn anything in this dictaphone that seemed flammable, but I've since thought better of it. 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Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.\n\nIn early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.\n\nA Suicide Note: 1964\n\n\"As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.\"\n\nFound in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:\n\n\"Dearest Linnie,\n\nI have prayed for you. 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A decision was made to send of a trooper to Ashley to investigate the matter the following morning.\n\nAt 7:54 AM on the morning of August 9, 1952, Hays Police Officer Allan Mace radioed the Hays Police Station. He reported that, despite following the one way road leading into Ashley, he had become lost. According to his report, the road \"continued along its normal path, but somehow ended up back in Hays.\" Officer Mace went on to add that the road never curved, or bent in any direction. At 9:15 AM, seven of the town's 10 police cars were sent to investigate the situation, and all members of the team came to the same conclusion. The only road leading into Ashley stopped leading into Ashley, but instead led back to Hays. Phone calls continued to pour into the Hays Police Station, all reporting that the black opening in the sky continued to grow in size. All callers were advised to remain inside, and to not travel outside unless absolutely necessary. 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