awhispererinthedarkness

[awhispererinthedarkness]

there used to be a farm near me with 5 scarecrows. it was quite odd, they were all in very different styles. It had been on sale, i think the owner had decided to move to the city? but it got bought by some recluse. it was odd, you'd rarely see him out of the house and never see him work the fields, but still they were somehow tilled, sown with seeds, and harvested.

Not that anybody minded. The old man was a miser and the few times I had seen him out, I'd wished I hadn't. I didn't pay too close attention to him, but what i did see i didn't like - he was rude, always smelled, and always wore the same disgusting pair of jeans, stained almost more green than blue from years of sweat and god knows what else.

I lived on top of another hill, opposite that of the farm. from my flat at the top of the building i could see right to it - but at night, no matter how clear it was, I could never make out the fields. I could sometimes make out the farmhouse but the fields were always covered in a thin mist.

one oddly clear night I couldn't sleep, so I just sat, staring out the window. over time, my eye was slowly drawn to the farm on the other hill. All of the lights in the farmhouse were on, and the fog shimmered ghostly in the light. the old man was sat on his doorstep, staring at the fog. once i noticed him I got my binoculars to see what was happening. as soon as i looked through them, his head turned. he was looking straight at me. It had to have just been a coincidence, there was no way he could've seen me in my dark room at that distance, but even now saying that just feels like lying to myself to feel better.

After staring in my direction for a few seconds, the old man stood up and walked slowly, but intently, into the fog. after half an hour all of the farmhouse lights suddenly switched off at once - they say a fuse bust. but the fog kept glowing. much more dimly now but it was still noticeably lighter than its surroundings. it dimmed more over the next couple of hours but i kept watching until the fog slowly dissipated with dawn. I never saw the old man leave the fog.

The old man was gone, and I had been the last to see him. I reported what I saw to the police - albeit changing some details to sound less... unnatural - and they began an investigation after confirming he really was missing. Eventually the search fizzled out, and they dropped the case. but it didn't matter. I had known from the moment the fog lifted what had happened to the old man. because there used to be a farm with 5 scarecrows near me. but now, it has 6.

[awhispererinthedarkness]

Good horror makes you fear the monster, the best horror just makes you fear. Because true fear, raw fear with no direction in which to direct itself, is a powerful, powerful, thing. Because anything can trigger it. A small sound as you climb the stairs, a brief flash in the mirror as you turn out the lights, a slight touch as you lay in bed.

You seem foolish when you're scared, people see you as just being paranoid. They mock your thoughts. Of course this doesn't help you when you could swear you saw a face in the window, but it makes *them* feel safer. They're scared too, because fear spreads. It oozes out of those scared and latches onto whoever may be nearby.

But fear is a double edged sword. When you're scared you know you're overreacting, so you tone it down. It was just a film after all. The only thing you should fear is fear itself. But sometimes you should listen. Because if you'd stopped on the stairs, you would have heard breathing. If you'd looked into the mirror you would have seen skin. And if you'd opened your eyes you'd have seen a gloved hand against your cheek.

I've been watching you living in this house for a while now, and I'm starting to get bored.

[awhispererinthedarkness]

0 dimensions. Something 0 dimensional has no dimensions, and consequently is just a point.

1 dimension. Something one dimensional has 1 dimension. Length. 1 dimensional objects are simply lines.

2 dimensions. Something 2 dimensional has 2 dimensions. Length and width. 2 dimensional objects are flat things. Images.

3 dimensions. Something 3 dimensional has three dimensions. Length, width, and height. 3 dimensional things have volume, they're tangible. This is where we are. 3 dimensional movement involves movement along at least one of three intersecting planes. Think of 3d space like a graph. You can go left and right, up and down, forwards and backwards. Each pair at a right angle to the two other pairs.

Now imagine another pair. We'll call it in and out. As the three other pairs are at right angles to each other, so too is this. This marks the fourth dimension. Scientists still aren't entirely certain whether the fourth dimension can actually exist, does actually exist, or is just conceptual.

But anyway, back to what I was saying earlier, 3d movement is made up of movements on three axes. Like on a three dimensional graph. But, if you move in or out on a 3d graph, where do you go? Think of it like trying to move forward on a 2d graph. You push the pencil through the paper, and it comes out the other side. You go to nowhere. Now I'm sure this all sounds rather boring and complex, but trust me - it's important.

The many worlds theory is the idea that our universe is not the only one. That every single event, with every femtosecond, a nigh infinite number of universes are created. One for each possibility for what could have happened in that precise moment in time. There are worlds where the dinosaurs still reign, and there are worlds where the earth never even came to be. Of course, much like the fourth dimension, the truth of this theory is widely debated.

Right, remember the pushing the pencil through the paper that I mentioned earlier? Now imagine it's a stack of paper. You push the pencil through the top of the stack. And now it's on a different piece of paper.

That's basically a scaled down version of combining four dimensional movement with the many worlds theory. You move in on the graph, and you end up in another graph.

Now, back to the stack of paper. When you push the pencil through, you leave a hole, don't you? A hole through the paper leading to the other pieces of paper. If you move in or out, then in theory a similar thing should happen to the 3d space of our universe. A 3 dimensional hole in space - an Einstein-Rosen bridge. In layman's terms, a wormhole. This wormhole would in theory go wherever the person that moved in or out went.

But, there wouldn't be a hole on the other side. When you puncture the paper, the piece of paper you expose isn't actually punctured. This would make it a one-way wormhole, which is essentially just a slightly less messy black hole.

Now, if I've calculated all of this correctly, then there should be one of these one way wormholes in a forest, just west of Oxford. I can't find the name of the forest anywhere, but if you manage to get there, you may be the first person to ever see one of these wormholes.

And if you manage to find a wormhole, I encourage you to go in. Think about the fame if you do! Everybody will know your name, the first person to travel to another universe by wormhole. So come to the wormhole, please.

It's so lonely on the other side.

[awhispererinthedarkness]

The water on my street tastes awful. My neighbors say there must be an issue with the pipes - they were all sludgy a couple of years ago and the water people had to be called out, maybe it's just happening again. And they could be right. But there must be something doing that to the pipes.

We get our water from a reservoir. The last time this happened it turned out that a family of raccoons had died and were rotting in the reservoir. It took them 6 months of constant complaints to actually check, they dredged the reservoir, and and found the bodies. Everyone that got water from the reservoir was understandably furious - it took so long for them to do anything. But, the raccoons were gone, and the water was clean again.

But now, the water on my street tastes awful, and I drink bottled water because this time I know why.