Has Anybody Seen This Video

Hey.
As a first, I'm going to be perfectly honest and say that the issue with actually giving away this story is that it has a minimal chance of being trusted, or actually being acknowledged without derision or skepticism from practically everyone I'm trying to address. As a second, I'll admit that as opposed to everyone else who says their own experiences of the "dark corners" of the online realm lie within obscure and shoddy areas, my own experience here doesn't involve a website of any kind that would take forever to find, or one obtained through some kind of secret link. One of the biggest issues with skepticism these days is that people expect that practically everyone who has the audacity to talk about lasting experiences must have some sort of "proof" or evidence of their venture.
In that regard, it doesn't just have to be photos or any actual visual presentation that proves their seeming logical fallacy or outlandish half-dimwitted exaggeration true, but also some sort of knowledge as to surrounding events that occurred within that category or general epoch of the internet. What I intend to say here is that as far as I'm concerned there's no actual "truth" to my story because everything nowadays can be faked since in terms of sensitivity, you could say dynamic creation and the response to said material have practically switched places.
The primary issue with being my type of person is that you're in no way knowledgeable about popular culture besides a few tidbits of information because it wasn't your goal to suffice headfirst into the material that would later become "golden" or outright revered as some sort of artifact that's not relevant until years after it begins circulation to some degree. In that sense you could say nostalgia is subjective, since it revolves around stuff that was "small-before-it-was-cool" and it became a trend. The only difference is that disturbing shit doesn't become a trend unless around a thousand people already know about it. 
Again, don't think of me as a truth-teller because what I'm saying is what I remember clearly, and the only actual verbal essence of fact is how vividly or chronologically I can remember what I'm going to talk about. For all the people who could care less about this rant, I'm just going to say that I expect that I'm going to be caught in the crossfire of critical thinking if this experience actually gains notoriety, hell even considering that it took place long ago.
Around two or three years after YouTube became an actual website with an accessible domain, I had already immersed myself in the traditional oddness of its broad list of finite yet time consuming content, and practically all the other fourteen-year-olds who thought that skating or being cynical towards everyone and everything was enough to land them in front of the Academy Awards, or to be fair any kind of predecessor of Machinima. Vlogs, life stories, companies trying to advertise, and Obama killing the polls are legitimately all I remember when anyone of that demographic now asks me about my own reminiscence on a practically bygone era.
I had no job, even as the restaurants and, even cheap motels, around me offered teens summer employment to get away from either society or their parents as a measure of loyalty. What I did during this period was either scavenge bad indie game websites, try to find pirated music downloads, or watch videos of people embarrassing themselves impulsively.
One of the biggest known facts about YouTube during the years in between its launch and the video-game-parody explosion is that there was a fair share of people who didn't know what they were doing or talking about. And no, by this I'm not referring to the aforementioned morons who had a high chance of landing themselves on Vine, but rather those who spouted off conspiracy theories because they expected that with such an interconnected website with an easily juxtaposed domain would actually give them some sort of notice, or at the very best some kind of expert who could verify their points with even better arguments. 
I bring this up because one of my favorite things about the website was to search up obviously-opinionated queries, landing me into the vein of people who would likely agree with the statement that all politicians are lizards, and that NASA is a covert operation run by extraterrestrials to read human minds. I would often leave sarcastic comments on these videos that both agreed with the creator but also silently mocked them with paraphrases or just outright specific insertions of their own statements to expose their bluff and the far-spreading elasticity of their claims.
It was on a Friday, probably in late May of either 2009 or 2010 when I had one of these instances. Because of how I said earlier the vividness of my recollection of this very moment may sprinkle some aspect of veracity to my own claims, I remember that I had come across a YouTube channel with a basic inane username that was typical of the keyboard warriors of the time, likely with the suffix "-inator" and ending with random numbers that had no actual meaning in relation to the author or creator. This person's claims were the usual, Obama's not American, Bush is the Messiah, blah, blah, blah. As apparently instructed to do by this person at the beginning, I jokingly subscribed, then in a moment of complete boredom just decided to start leaving cryptic comments in their comment sections, practically drowning out the one or two people that stumbled across them. 
I had just finished a class on psychology, so I mostly splotched random or vulgar quotes from my textbook and notes onto it, in some convoluted way exposing the uploader's shadow self. In a moment that honestly shouldn't have been surprising for me, the guy actually responded to one of my comments with a simple "What the fuck" followed by some nonsense he likely either pulled straight out of his rear or from an isolated excerpt from Wikipedia.
A few minutes later after checking out the remainder of weird thumbnails on his channel, I refreshed and it turned out he had made a video on me, which was just my username followed by random obscenities that I can't remember visually but rather emphatically. It was the same political nonsense and about how I apparently was harassing him, when in reality he was the one who chose to bring attention to a small troll who wouldn't have any kind of relevance in terms of his own personal life. By this point a younger me decided it was about time to stop with this guy, so I watched the remainder of his rant which lasted around five minutes (probably longer, but I was too caught up in laughing myself half-to-death), and then promptly unsubscribed.
My dad at one point came in and asked what I was laughing at, so I told him something about the playoffs occurring for a local football team, or something along those lines. It was by then, when the video ended, that I noticed in the related section had come up a video that stood out from all the other zealotic rants practically filling my recommendations.
The video, which had a thumbnail that I assumed was a stock photo of the sky with the exposure turned up to produce an illusion of cloudlessness, appeared to be titled "Abyssal Reverie", or something else that was equally as cryptic, or at least just two lesser-used words amalgamated together to give off some kind of biblical meaning. Though, I will say, given that I remember those two words pretty clearly, I can say with not as much of a doubt that this was likely the title, but even then, I've never been able to find it, even after building up the courage after five years to look for it again, The name of the channel that made it was just a bunch of garbage text, likely the result of someone corrupting a file then getting an error after spamming it, and then copypasting it as the name of their profile. 
I remember humorously thinking that this person had done just that, and set their email as something equally nefarious but ridiculous, such as "sasdanduiashfysa@yahoo.com". I don't remember the actual length of the video, but it was probably under seven minutes which was by my consensus normal for that period in time for an amateur content creator.
Because videos like this had this tendency to draw me in, probably because they were usually movie trailers or art timelapses, I clicked it with no hesitation whatsoever, and if I'm visualizing this event clearly it took an unnatural amount of time for the browser to load, leaving me with a blank white webpage for around thirty seconds. It's not something that to me stood out in that moment, given that these kinds of occurrences were normal given that my family's concept of a router was an outdated internet box that overheated when two or more devices used it. 
When it actually did load, I was quick to notice that the view counter was by my conception broken, since it just simply said " Views" where the counter would be, with a visible gap wide enough to show that the value was either not loading or that this video had some sort of mechanism worked into it to do so.
Either way any explanation resembling the latter didn't make any sense to me since I still had that concept that "views = money", regardless of if the amount of traffic rather than a simple count of the number of users who approached the video would produce revenue. The video's description was in leetspeak which in those days made people seem cool enough to be esoteric. It simply read "54|=3". No, it was not a mathematical equation, I had this weird gematria-esque tendency to read letters as numbers, and if you're overflowing with that kind of interest, you'd immediately translate it as "safe". 
Still, an isolated example of that would be enough to make someone give some kind of credence to the creator because of their awesome internet language skills even if they couldn't translate Morse code. Obfuscating what I said earlier, I might as well just get to the entirety of the following experience because the next conscious half-hour has not left me since.
The video opened with a staircase which was, and is, typical of suburban homes you'd usually find in the Midwest, leading me to believe this might be a house tour of some sort, probably followed by a boring prologue from the creator discussing their financial state or the circumstances of how they got there; I will say however that this whole concept wasn't the only conclusion my mind made in reference to what this video may present. The difference between this one-out-of-many assumptions is that a normal "house tour" wouldn't begin at a staircase that I envisioned was on an upper floor or leading to it, nor with all the lights turned off with the presumed camera being the only emitter of an artificial source of illumination.
The stairs were lined in a peach-colored carpet that had visible evidence of stains or curls on them, suggesting that either the person filming or one of the other people who may have lived there walked up and down them in heavy boots, given the size of some of the imprints. I "measured" the diameter to be pretty small between the brown spruce walls and the stairs themselves, meaning that this either led to an attic or an area of the house that was used for miscellaneous purposes.
My previous guess that the person filming the video was going to speak was, as I would put it, fairly obtuse. There were soft grunts as the person heaved something large up the stairs, stopping every now and then consistent with the speed or undertaking of each step. I assumed this must have been the camera proper, as I noticed that the quality of the video, while still mediocre in comparison to the modern level of resolution, was reminiscent of a tape recorder from the late 1980s but had no evidence of tampering or distortion that would pop up now and then, leaving it with an almost cinematic feel, if that's the best way I can describe it.
Around three steps in, I noticed that there were small etchings on the walls, either misspelled words written by children or just small drawings from anything sharp found nearby. The drawings weren't themselves remarkable, except for one which appeared to depict what I at first thought was a stick-figure of a man milking a cow, until I noticed that the "udders" were from drawn handheld knives protruding from its stomach, with red coloration near the top, either through a marker or a colored pencil.
After ascending the staircase, my previous assumption that this person in particular was reaching a lesser-used area of the house that one would already picture as being an enclosed space was also immediately proven incorrect. They did, however, enter an empty room, which while devoid of any insulation, held the same carpet texture, albeit one that was less dirty suggesting that this particular room was seldom used.
The walls were different this time, and at best I'd describe them as having a sable-based coloration that extended down to a whiter area where outlets would likely be put. Despite this, there were no objects in the room despite an action figure, which I couldn't make out as it was practically out of reach from the light coming from the camera. I heard an audible bang come from another room, similar to the sound of metal clanging, but not one loud enough to come from at least ten feet away. 
The person holding the camera hesitated for a moment, appearing to adjust something out of sight as I heard clicking sounds too far away to be from the camera, before continuing along to the left towards what appeared to be an open doorway. It was by this point I noticed there was a painting on the wall that depicted a person sitting in a multicolored room, in a manner similar to pretty much every work by Yayoi Kusama, who I'll say came to my attention during my efforts to figure out the origin of this painting, to no avail.
It was by this time that the video started exhibiting weird formatting, since the entrance into the doorway was interrupted by a video of a young boy, probably around ten, shirtless in a room that was either similarly designed or the exact same area which was being filmed while singing a song that I recognized as a church hymn, either "Sweet Hour of Prayer" or "Nearer, My God to Thee". He was sitting near a window, showing an overcast yet unnaturally dark landscape outside, and seemed exuberantly happy to be singing even though I heard nobody else present either encouraging him or singing along, and as far as I was concerned this was not a religious environment or building.
This weird inclusion lasted a few seconds, and while I was trying to figure out what exactly was happening, I noticed that something was running around in circles outside. It was either a black dog moving with less pronounced coordination or a person on all fours dressed in a black jumpsuit. Each scenario my mind conjured up was strange and in a sense disturbing to me nonetheless. The word "safe" briefly appeared again in blue on a white or bright yellow background, before the "camera" returned to the person filming.
The doorway didn't lead to another room, but rather a hallway with two doors on each side, with the wall extending around nine feet before entering what I guessed was a living room, with a railing in the middle of the floor that had no purpose being there since there was no other area of descent. I could hear some sort of smalltalk going on in there, but the cameraperson abruptly went into the room across from them, which had no visible texture other than a floor I would guess was either made of, or outright covered in, small, crushed bits of concrete, with random piles of dirt and vegetation appearing in each direction. The cameraperson hesitated again and briefly aimed the camera at the floor, where a streak of what looked like fecal matter was visible.
I noticed the conversation in the other room was now getting clearer despite no footsteps being heard coming from that direction, and I could make out words that were at best gibberish but clearly didn't make any sense in a regular context. A few were "compensation", "directory", "ineptitude", and "ambivalence", as if they were going on a weird tangent about what I guessed was something financial failure. In the next few seconds, I heard the cameraperson's breathing get heavier and heavier, as if they were afraid of whoever it was talking was approaching them, and they suddenly tossed the camera in another direction, landing in front of what I guessed was one of the piles of dirt, resulting in the camera being obscured by small specks of earth.
The camera was then picked up by another hand, which then ran into another area circumambient from where the other person had thrown it. I heard sounds of a struggle, but besides small grunts like those from earlier, there was no yelling nor any verbal obscenities thrown between anyone. The person holding the camera ran into another hallway resembling the one that I just saw, and ran into what I articulated was another incarnation of the living room, which was dotted with posters of various industrial landscapes, and drawings of symbols I later found out were associated with various schools of mysticism, I remember a few being the Ankh, the Rose Cross, and the Ouroboros. 
They briefly stopped to look at a television set arched on a table, which was displaying an old Popeye cartoon, before running through another corridor. During the rush, the camera been positioned towards the floor, and due to the rapid motion of the person holding it, I was unable to make out any of their features. However, as the camera lifted back up, I noticed that they had stumbled across a mirror.
The person holding the camera, if I could honestly put it this way, were not at all human. Their head was bent and contorted like a piece of dough, whereas their arms and fingers were extended and wrangled to the point of no recognition. I assume they were as equally horrified by their appearance, as they then turned the camera behind them, revealing other grotesque abominations just like them carving at the walls, which now extended at least a few miles. 
Constant moaning, and the roars of something dying were also heard in the distance. A loud symphonic soundtrack began playing, before the video cut off abruptly to the sky shown in the thumbnail, a timelapse which showed clouds moving in unpredictable directions. Another image appeared out of the transfiguration of the colliding clouds, depicting a man standing in front of one of these things.
My actual memory of this whole event ceases from this point, because all I can remember from there is everything going white and me violently convulsing since according to my mother I then violently lapsed into a seizure. Everything else is fuzzy, but as far as I remember I was for certain restrained from searching for anything niche from that point on, at least now with good reason. The whole ordeal was enough for me to delete my account, given that I didn't want any kind of association with the content that I previously stuffed my face with.
As said earlier, I tried my best to find the video a few years later, but to no avail. Surfing the internet for anything similar ended with my hands empty, and at no point have I ever come across anything remotely similar to what I saw. The reason why this whole occurrence sticks with me is because it was followed thereafter by a string of bad events, each somehow related in some way to the content of that video, which I've had to manually forget or just outright avoid discussing for personal reasons.
I'm certain anybody reading this is wondering as to why I am discussing this despite it having negative effects on both my physical and mental life, since there wouldn't be any purpose of sharing it if it was enough to affect me in the real world. The reason is because, a few weeks back, I came across my old hard drive sitting in my basement amongst other possessions and, wanting to download some old photos onto my new computer, I plugged it in to begin sharing the files.
Sitting among a variety of different saved files both ordinary and occasionally random, was this
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