Creepy....
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buddychaps
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threads for part 2. OP's story is less interesting, sorry OP
Kreech
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I just want the people in in the buzz story to have sex already Jesus! So much buildup and they don't do anything! Who the fuck cares about the teeth and scalp in the bathroom, it's obviously scrillex, they just need to get down and let it happen. Threads for a probably disappointing ending.
I did some searching and came accross the owners of the site normalpornfornormalpeople.com.
egistrant:
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
Registered through: GoDaddy.com, LLC (http://www.godaddy.com)
Domain Name: NORMALPORNFORNORMALPEOPLE.COM
Created on: 22-Jan-12
Expires on: 22-Jan-13
Last Updated on: 22-Jan-12
Administrative Contact:
Van Buren, Dr. Richard richierich@dslextreme.com
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
+1.2626746769 Fax --
Technical Contact:
Van Buren, Dr. Richard richierich@dslextreme.com
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
+1.2626746769 Fax --
Very strange to say the least
egistrant:
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
Registered through: GoDaddy.com, LLC (http://www.godaddy.com)
Domain Name: NORMALPORNFORNORMALPEOPLE.COM
Created on: 22-Jan-12
Expires on: 22-Jan-13
Last Updated on: 22-Jan-12
Administrative Contact:
Van Buren, Dr. Richard richierich@dslextreme.com
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
+1.2626746769 Fax --
Technical Contact:
Van Buren, Dr. Richard richierich@dslextreme.com
The Need for Normalcy Project
44842 Woodland Dr.
Jackson, Wisconsin 53037
United States
+1.2626746769 Fax --
Very strange to say the least
Did some more digging, and that address the address 44842 WOODLAND DR, JACKSON, wI, is not a real address, nor could I find anything about dr richard van buren. If you google " The Need for Normalcy Project" it comes up with this link http://orthochat.com/. Dont worry its not a virus, just a page that says....
There is apparently some renewed interest in our little
project after all these years.
We will be attempting to put the site back online ASAP.
It cost us thousands of dollars in legal fees, etc. when the site was taken
down, so as soon as we figure out the funding, it will be online again.
For me, it's not about the costs. It's about the work we do.
We will see you soon!
Sincerely,
Dr. Richard Van Buren
The Need for Normalcy Project
The whole thing is very weird, and I have heard of the sight before.
There is apparently some renewed interest in our little
project after all these years.
We will be attempting to put the site back online ASAP.
It cost us thousands of dollars in legal fees, etc. when the site was taken
down, so as soon as we figure out the funding, it will be online again.
For me, it's not about the costs. It's about the work we do.
We will see you soon!
Sincerely,
Dr. Richard Van Buren
The Need for Normalcy Project
The whole thing is very weird, and I have heard of the sight before.
Rosso_Corsa
Member
That sounds like the rake.
"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."
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to
William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
"Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name."
A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
"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)."
A Mariner's Log: 1691
"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."
From a Witness: 2006
"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.
At 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 appologized 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.
After 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.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the
fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the
creature.
In 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.
The 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".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.
Being 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.
For 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.
It 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.
There 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.
I 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)
On 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.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I 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."
"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."
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to
William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
"Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name."
A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
"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)."
A Mariner's Log: 1691
"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."
From a Witness: 2006
"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.
At 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 appologized 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.
After 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.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the
fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the
creature.
In 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.
The 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".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.
Being 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.
For 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.
It 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.
There 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.
I 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)
On 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.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I 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."
Birddogmurray
Member
Threads for part 2
Trojan~Man
Active member
threads fo motherfucking part2!!
Phisherman
Member
threads for part 2
Davy.Crockett
Active member
Where is part 2???
Trojan~Man
Active member
fuuu i just read that right before going to bed! what the fuck am i supposed to do now?
Trojan~Man
Active member
yeah my bad sorry 
EmperorKuzco
Active member
yayayayaayayayayaya
danderson.
Active member
This. The whole thing just creeps me the fuck out.
Trojan~Man
Active member
wait what??? OP is not fiction? 
taylornicky
Active member
What in the world did I just read?
chickenonabun
Member
Well woodland Dr. in Jackson WI does exist and I ate at the culvers thats right next to it one time.
StreetsOfRage
Active member
I agree it was so trippy
SpaghettiWizard
Active member
I hope that helps people like me who are scared as fuck of the rake shit.
Farquaharson
Active member
HOLY FUCK GIVE ME PART 2 NOW
