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A Creed

OUT of the womb of time and dust of the years forgotten,

Spirit and fire enclosed in mutable flesh and bone,

Came by a road unknown the thing that is me for ever,

The lonely soul of a man that stands by itself alone.

This is the right of my race, the heritage won by my fathers.

Theirs by the years of fighting, theirs by the price they paid,

Making a son like them, careless of hell or heaven,

A man that can look in the face of the gods and be not afraid.

Poor and weak is my strength and I cannot war against heaven.

Strong, too strong are the gods; but there is one thing that

I can

Claim like a man unshamed, the full reward of my virtues,

Pay like a man the price for the sins I sinned as a man.

Now is the time of trial, the end of the years of fighting,

And the echoing gates roll back on the country I cannot see

If it be life that waits I shall live for ever unconquered.

If death I shall die at last strong in my pride and free.

Vimy Ridge, 1916

*Credited to Ewert Alan Mackintosh*
A Believer's Shroud

I saw a Moslem work upon his shroud alone,

With earnest care, even as the silk-worms weave their own.

In his illness it always near his bedside lay,

And he wrote Koran-verses on it night and day.

When with that sacred script it was filled from side to side,

He wrapt it round his body, and in calmness died.

In that protecting robe, now buried in the ground,

Still may he know the peace he in its writing found!

*Credited to William Rounseville Alger*
Undying

The **Undying** is a slick, red figure in the shape of a humanoid. After completing Night 3, though before Night 4, an event surrounding Pirate Caverns will occur. During this event, Undying shows up in a cage on the bottom floor of these caverns after entering an elevator. It is currently unknown what its behavior is or what its role may be in the story.

## Description

### Appearance

The Undying is a red-colored figure in the form of a very tall, humanoid-like being with no face.

### Behavior

Undying starts out in its own room in a cage at the back, which is found on the bottom floor of the caverns. It then comes out of the cage and stares at the player while bending down. The rest of its movement pattern is unknown. Although, images in *TBmHC* and *TGsEE* hint that it will chase the player throughout the room. As of right now, Undying cannot be encountered in Pirate Caverns, as its area cannot be accessed.

### Location

Undying starts inside of Pirate Caverns. It is unknown where else it may enter.

## Future Updates

It has been confirmed by the game creator that Undying will speak, and that its voice lines will be added in a future update.

## Bugs

* Undying's arm can be seen clipping through a wall in Pirate Caverns.

## Trivia

* According to game creator, Matthew Phoenix Rodriguez, Pluto is linked to Undying
Adventurer

Dusk on the sea; the fading twilight shifts'

The night wind bears the ocean's whisper dim—

Wind, on your bosom many a phantom drifts—

A silver star climbs up the blue world rim.

Wind, make the green leaves dance above me here

And idly swing my silken hammock—so;

Now, on that glimmering molten silver mere

Send the long ripples wavering to and fro.

And let your moon-white tresses touch my face

And let me know your slim-armed, cool embrace

While to my dreamy soul you whisper low.

Dream—aye, I've dreamed since last night left her tower

And now again she comes on star-soled feet.

Welcome, old friend; here in this rose-gemmed bower

I've drowsed away your Sultan's golden heat.

Here in my hammock, Time I've dreamed away

For I have but to stretch a hand out, lo,

I'm treading langurous shores of Yesterday,

Moon-silvered deserts or the star-weird snow;

I float o'er seas where ships are purple shells,

I hear the tinkle of the camel bells

That waft down Cairo's streets when dawn winds blow.

South Seas! I watch when dusky twilight comes

Making vague gods of ancient, sea-set trees.

The world path beckons—loud the mystic drums—

Here at my hand the magic golden keys

That fit the doors of Romance, Wonder, strange

Dim gossamer adventures; seas and stars.

Why, I have roamed the far Moon Mountain range

When sunset minted gold in shimmering bars.

All eager eyed I've sailed from ports of Spain

And watched the flashing topaz of the Main

When dawn was flinging witch fire on the spars.

I am content in dreams to roam my fill

The vagrant, drifting sport of wind and tide,

Slave of the greater freedom, venture's thrill;

Here every magic ship on which I ride.

Gold, green, blue, red, a priceless treasure trove,

More wealth than ever pirate dared to dream.

My hammock swings—about the world I rove.

The sunset's dusk, the dawning's glide and gleam,

Moon-dappled leaves are murmuring in the wind

Which whispers tales. Lo, Tyre is just behind,

Through seas of dawn I sail, Romance abeam.

*Credited to Robert Ervin Howard*
Captains Courageous

Captains Courageous is an 1897 novel, by Rudyard Kipling, that follows the adventures of Harvey Cheyne Jr., the arrogant and spoiled son of a railroad tycoon. Washed overboard from a transatlantic steamship and rescued by fishermen on the Grand Banks, Harvey cannot persuade them to take him ashore, nor convince them of his wealth. However, the Captain of the We're Here, Disko Troop, offers him a job as part of the crew until they return to port. With no other choice, Harvey accepts.

Text from Wikisource.

* Chapter I
* Chapter II
* Chapter III
* Chapter IV
* Chapter V
* Chapter VI
* Chapter VII
* Chapter VIII
* Chapter IX
* Chapter X
Desire

As I struggle to word my unholy thoughts

Of shadowy horror and fiery destruction

My desperate sadness is my consciousness

It bleeds from my skin's every pore

Considering the calamities inhuman to us all

My soul can't be detained until it perishes with me

Might I perhaps bleed the evil out?

Drown it? Poison it? Fall into an eternal, un-awakening slumber?

Else live with the effigy of satisfaction

The decaying emotions of terror and hatred

That pollute my mind's clarity like blood staining water

As I struggle to maintain that desire to hurt

For blood not my own running underneath my fingers

You will die at my steel before you can cease me

May my own demise arrive before the world itself might die.

*Credited to Grizzly Bear*
Corydon's Supplication to Phyllis

Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain

May sue to thee for grace,

See not thy loving shepherd slain

With looking on thy face;

But think what power thou hast got

Upon my flock and me;

Thou seest they now regard me not,

But all do follow thee.

And if I have so far presumed,

With prying in thine eyes,

Yet let not comfort be consumed

That in thy pity lies;

But as thou art that Phyllis fair,

That fortune favour gives,

So let not love die in despair

That in thy favour lives.

The deer do browse upon the briar

The birds do pick the cherries;

And will not Beauty grant Desire

One handful of her berrie

If it be so that thou hast sworn

That none shall look on thee

Yet let me know thou dost not scorn

To cast a look on me

But if thy beauty make thee proud,

Think then what is ordain'd;

The heavens have never yet allow'd

That love should be disdain'd.

Then lest the fates that favour love

Should curse thee for unkind,

Let me report for thy behoof,

The honour of thy mind;

Let Corydon with full consent

Set down what he hath seen,

That Phyllida with Love's content

Is sworn the shepherds' queen.

*Credited to Nicholas Breton*
Daemon

Gender
 Species
 Location

Daemon (b. April 20th, 1969) is an American poster, memer, and professional e-hanger. He was born with a special power; stronger than all his classmates in the **Sonic Fighting Academy**. Daemon served in the **Sonic Military** fighting against the evil **Shadow the Hedgehog**.

### In the final battle against Shadow

During the final conflict against **Shadow the Hedgehog**, Daemon was turned to the Dankness by Shadow, and forced to betray his squad, killing **Sonic the Hedgehog** during the massacre. Daemon lost a part of his ear in the battle, which is why he is missing a chunk of it.

### Early career in the Sonic Military

Daemon graduated at the top of his class in the **Sonic Military**, and was involved in numerous **Meme Raids** in against 4chan, Reddit, 9gag, and AutismSpeaks.com. He has over 300 confirmed posts. Daemon was trained in gorilla warfare, and to this day remains the top sniper in the **Sonic Military**.

### Post-Military career

Currently, Daemon resides in the Dank World. As a member of the E-Hang, Daemon is a respected member of the memeing community.

### Trivia

* Daemon sexually identifies as a meme. He is currently having plastic surgeons install image macros, subreddits, and advice animals onto his body.
* Daemon's favorite food is ass.
* Like the other members of the E-Hang, Daemon has a theme song. Daemon's theme song is the Meme Circus theme.
* Daemon is the **Dank World** version of fellow E-Hang member Ungrateful Dead.
"Amarillis I Did Woo"

Amarillis I did woo,

And I courted Phillis too;

Daphne, for her love, I chose;

Cloris, for that damask rose

In her cheek, I held as dear;

Yea, a thousand liked well near.

And, in love with all together,

Fearèd the enjoying either;

'Cause to be of one possest,

Barred the hope of all the rest.

*Credited to George Wither*
Hiding

**Hiding** is a game mechanic for the game *Five Nights at Treasure Island* introduced in the remastered version.

## Gameplay

Holding SHIFT allows the player to hide under the desk in The Office until a Suit leaves The Office. A message will appear at the bottom of the player's screen that
explains to hold shift to hide. Upon hiding, a message appears onscreen
to explain that hiding will have a 50/50 chance of working against a suit.

In Remastered 1.0, Photo-Negative Mickey is the only suit that has its own jumpscare if the player is caught under the desk; however, more suits have been confirmed to have their own hiding jumpscare as well.

## Bugs

 It has been reported that Hiding does not seem to work at all in Remastered 1.0.
Lazlo

**Lazlo** es un mono araña brasileño amante de la diversión que siempre está muy alegre. Dentro del campamento, vive en la cabaña Jalea/Gelatina junto a sus 2 mejores amigos: Raj y Rino/Palique. Es muy simpático y positivo, lo que resulta en ocasiones molesto. Aprecia la naturaleza más que cualquiera, y suele adoptar a los animales que encuentra en el bosque. Tiene un miedo intenso a los payasos. Es el único que piensa bien de todas las personas. Es muy afectuoso y siente que su labor es ayudar a los otros.

## Apariencia

    Lazlo es un mono araña brasileño de pelo y piel anaranjada, usa siempre su ropa de scout del Campamento Riñón/Guisante, que se compone de un gorro y una camisa beige, un pañuelo vintage de scout rojo, y pantalones negros. Es de una estatura promedio a la de un adolescente joven.

## Curiosidades

* Fue de los primeros personajes que no pertenecían al juego original, anunciados por FusionFall Legacy.

## Galería

Primer Banner de Lazlo del Project: RSegundo Banner de Lazlo del Project: RModelo de LazloAvance de Lazlo y más personajes en el juego
A Valentine

For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,

Brightly expressive as the twins of Lœda,

Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies

Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.

Search narrowly the lines!—they hold a treasure

Divine—a talisman—an amulet

That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure—

The words—the syllables! Do not forget

The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!

And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,

If one could merely comprehend the plot.

Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering

Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus

Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing

Of poets, by poets—as the name is a poet's, too.

Its letters, although naturally lying

Like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—

Still form a synonym for Truth.—Cease trying!

You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

*Credited to Edgar Allan Poe*
A Letter

***Mother and father***

*I am sorry to be a burden; even though that I didn't write for such a long period of time. I have been on hold of such relations; contact of any person for a specific reason. Dost thou know when a person is mad? Do I know whether I am sane, or the type of person who mutters to themselves aloud when people are around? Oh woe is me, as I write those exact words on paper. Oh woe is me, I yell throughout this whole experience of torture.*

*I feel as though there is a presence lurking in my shadows. When I awoke days past, I had an agonizing headache. Buzzing's and screeching's echoed through my ears, as blood started to leak. I tried to shun my ears from the pain, but it was like beating a dead horse. It was pointless. As minutes passed, the pain just went away, and everything was fine. Oh what a joyous evening! I thought the pain would never end, mother and father!*

*T'was later on, during the night. My friends and I went to a ball that we were invited too. We were invited by a friend of a friend. Somehow, we were all giddy. It felt like we were school girls again! The place seemed to resemble like a castle! It had a fountain in the front of it, a fancy fence painted silver, and workers of which were so companionable that they took us off of our car, and rode us towards the castle-like building on a chariot. As we arrived, I noticed that there was a tall, slender figure lurking amid. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I rubbed them for relief. Good news cut short, the figure disappeared. So it was my eyes after all.*

*As the ball went on, we were having such a ball! As I was near the cider, where drunks surrounded me, I noticed the figure again on the side of my eyes. I quickly turned to face its direction, but it vanished. Then, to turn from the bad, I suddenly felt ill. My head throbbed in agony as my eyes felt as like they were about to give out on me. I went in the ladies room, making some excuse that I need to put a little bit more powder on. I began to throw up blood. Luckily, throwing up seemed to do some good towards me. At least it got rid of some of the pain. I heard my name being called by one of my friends to rejoice in the front of the building for a group photograph where the fountain was. We rejoiced, and we took the picture. It didn't take long for the pictures to develop. As the picture developed, my jaw dropped and my eyes widen in shock. In the background, trying to make camouflage of itself, was the tall figure. It had no facial expression; why it had no face.*

*Is this some sort of twisted game, that someone is forcing me to take on? Mum. Dad. I wish that I do find the answer towards this sick, twisted, reality. I do hope that I find the answer towards this. As I write, I do feel these agonies. I do feel pain, and misery. I do hope that this will all go away shortly.*

***Love,***

***Jessica***

*Credited to Fatal Disease*
Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone

*Then* — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev'ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that 'round me roll'd

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass'd me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

*Credited to Edgar Allan Poe*
Five Nights at Treasure Island Revival Wikia

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A Fresh Start

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.

*Credited to Anonymous*
A Modern Goddess

With blossoms, gay tulips and daffies

in hands

What cares she that Time hurries

on with his sickle?

In sweet indecision she daintily stands -

Spring - with her flowers and nature

so fickle.

Alas! and Ah, me! still cold winter

holds sway!

This is not the goddess of rondel

or sonnet,

But Maude - who tramps over the town

day by day-

Hunting false flowers for her early

Spring bonnet.

*Credited to Samuel Williams Cooper*
Bridal Ballad

The ring is on my hand,

And the wreath is on my brow;

Satins and jewels grand

Are all at my command,

And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow

I felt my bosom swell—

For the words rang as a knell,

And the voice seemed his who fell

In the battle down the dell,

And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow

While a reverie came o'er me,

And to the church-yard bore me,

And I sighed to him before me,

Thinking him dead D'Elormie,

"Oh, I am happy now!"

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow,

And, though my faith be broken,

And, though my heart be broken

Behold the golden token

That proves me happy now!

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not now,

And my soul is sorely shaken

Lest an evil step be taken,—

Lest the dead who is forsaken

May not be happy now.

*Credited to Edgar Allan Poe*
Against Love

Hence, Cupid with your cheating Toies,

Your real Griefs, and painted Joies,

Your Pleasure which itself destroies.

Love like men in Feavers burn and rave,

And only what will injure them do crave,

Men's weakness makes Love so severe,

They give him power by their fear,

And make Shackles which they wear.

Who to another does his heart submit,

Makes his own Idols and then worships it.

Him whose heart is all his own,

Peace and liberty does crown,

He apprehends no killing frown.

He feels no raptures, which are joies diseas'd,

And is not much transported, but still pleas'd.

*Credited to Katherine Philips*
Beelzebub

A fly flies up before my face

As I traverse ol’ Lucy’s bog.

I wave an arm and in poor grace,

I tumble forward off my log.

My leg sticks deep into a hole.

The stench assails like putrid hog.

I work to keep my lunch down whole

And find my leg is firmly stuck.

All struggles seem to take their toll

And down I sink into the muck.

I let out screams but no one’s near.

It seems as though I’m out of luck.

A constant buzz feeds off my fear.

The flies are stalking over me,

And then one lands despite my leer

And takes a bite of flesh with glee.

The rest drop down like rain to eat.

They fill my eyes; they’re all I see.

I wish that somehow I could beat

The waves of bugs right off my eyes.

Instead they gobble up the meat.

They drink the tears amid my cries.

My mind soon fades and I realize

That I’ve become the Lord of Flies.

*Credited to Levi Salvos

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Easter Eggs

This is the page with the list of the **Easter Eggs** from *Five Nights at Treasure Island*.

## Suits

### Pluto

*Main article: Pluto*
Pluto can very rarely appear at the left door of the Office in *Five Nights at Treasure Island*. He is not hostile.

In the remastered demo's game files, a file named "office\_dog" exists of Pluto at the left entrance of the Office. It is unknown if he can appear in the remastered demo.

### Photo-Negative Minnie Mouse

*Main article: Photo-Negative Minnie*
Photo-Negative Minnie is a normal Minnie Mouse suit, but has photo negative coloring. She also has black, hollow eyes and a huge pair of human-like teeth. It was confirmed by the game's creator, Matthew Phoenix Rodriguez that her starting location will be Character Prep 1.

She is found hanging in Character Prep 1 in TGsEE, and she can be seen in multiple pictures in TBmHC.

### Suicide Mouse

*Main article: Suicide Mouse*
Suicide Mouse is a gray-scale Mickey Mouse suit that starts in the Broadcasting Room. When he becomes active, the music from the Suicidemouse.avi mockup will play and the television in the Broadcasting Room turns on. It will remain on for the rest of the night.

When he enters a room, the area around him darkens and, sometimes, certain things will change around him such as the Character Prep 1 posters which will change to an image of his face.

## Outside of *Five Nights at Treasure Island*

On April 4, 2015, 00:00 (UTC), the Wiki went through an Easter update in which literal easter eggs were placed around the Wiki on random pages.
An Acrostic

Elizabeth it is in vain you say

"Love not"—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:

In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.

Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:

Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,

Breathe it less gently forth—and veil thine eyes.

Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried

To cure his love—was cured of all beside—

His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.

*Credited to Edgar Allan Poe*
A Love Letter

Oh, I des received a letter f'om de sweetest little gal;

Oh, my; oh, my.

She's my lovely little sweetheart an' her name is Sal:

Oh, my; oh, my.

She writes me dat she loves me an' she loves me true,

She wonders ef I'll tell huh dat I loves huh, too;

An' my heaht's so full o' music dat I do' know what to do;

Oh, my; oh, my.

I got a man to read it an' he read it fine;

Oh, my; oh, my.

Dey ain' no use denying dat her love is mine;

Oh, my; oh, my.

But hyeah's de t'ing dat's puttin' me in such a awful plight,

I t'ink of huh at mornin' an' I dream of huh at night;

But how's I gwine to cou't huh w'en I do' know how to write?

Oh, my; oh, my.

My heaht is bubblin' ovah wid de t'ings I want to say;

Oh, my; oh, my.

An' dey's lots of folks to copy what I tell 'em fu' de pay;

Oh, my; oh, my.

But dey's t'ings dat I's a-t'inkin' dat is only fu' huh ears,

An' I couldn't lu'n to write 'em ef I took a dozen years;

So to go down daih an' tell huh is de only way, it 'pears;

Oh, my; oh, my.

*Credited to Paul Laurence Dunbar*
Bad Dream

"Daddy, I had a bad dream."

You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness — it is 3:32 AM.

"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

"No, Daddy."

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room.

"Why not, sweetie?"

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you cannot take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

*Original Author Unknown*
Bath Time

The soothing hot water rises.

My sweet baby boy dips in.

Bubbles form on the water's surface.

A warm bubble bath.

I hear him squealing.

I see him splash the water around.

"Uuu, uuu," his little voice squeaks.

*Splish, splash. Splish, splash.*

His toy boat journeys through the storm.

The brave rubber duck sails the waves.

Frantic waves pulsate in the water.

I watch, I study.

The bubbles have now disapated.

The water has stabilized.

Nothing but dirt in that bottomless sea.

I smile.

He's clean now.

I had no choice.

I had to drown him.

*Credited to TimeFate

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All's Well That Ends Well

***All's Well That Ends Well*** is a comedy by William Shakespeare, and is often considered one of his problem plays, so-called because they cannot be easily classified as [either] tragedy or history. It was probably written in later middle part of Shakespeare's career, between 1601 and 1608. It is one of Shakespeare's least performed plays and is one of his most unpopular.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE (Persons Represented):

KING OF FRANCE.
THE DUKE OF FLORENCE.
BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
LAFEU, an old Lord.
PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram.
Several young French Lords, that serve with Bertram in the Florentine War.
Steward, Servant to the Countess of Rousillon.
Clown, Servant to the Countess of Rousillon.
A Page, Servant to the Countess of Rousillon.
COUNTESS OF ROUSILLON, Mother to Bertram.
HELENA, a Gentlewoman protected by the Countess.
An old Widow of Florence.
DIANA, daughter to the Widow.
VIOLENTA, neighbour and friend to the Widow.
MARIANA, neighbour and friend to the Widow.
Lords attending on the KING; Officers; Soldiers, &c., French and Florentine.
SCENE: Partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

Act 1

Act 2

Act 3

Act 4

Act 5
An Enigma

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,

Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.

Through all the flimsy things we see at once

As easily as through a Naples bonnet—

Trash of all trash!—how can a lady don it?

Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff—

Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff

 Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."

And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

The general tuckermanities are arrant

Bubbles—ephemeral and so transparent—

But this is, now,—you may depend upon it—

Stable, opaque, immortal—all by dint

Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.

*Credited to Edgar Allan Poe*
A Given Reason

Kent Heister was an average person, living an average life. Recently, he had gotten a divorce from his wife. They just were not ready for that level of commitment. He had also stopped attending church and devoted himself to just working. Being single, now, this wasn’t much of a problem. Though he had been religious before, he no longer saw a reason to keep up the act.
This news upset Richard Carson, his long-time friend and neighbor. Richard, being the spiritual person that he was, was deeply concerned by his friend’s deviation from the path he had been on to God. He was also schizophrenic, a fact of which he was unaware.

Every now and again, Richard would hear voices telling him what he should do or say, and he took those as the words of God. After a few weeks of watching Kent slide into drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes, the voices in his head told him what to do.

Richard took Kent on a nature walk in the forest near their houses. Kent was asked what it would take for him to get back on the path of righteousness and rejoin the church.

Kent told Richard that if he found some smokes while walking, he would join the church. After a few feet, the two came across an unopened pack of cigarettes. Kent picked them up and told Richard that it was just a coincidence and that if he found something to drink, he would rejoin.

After a few minutes, they came across a six pack of beer lying in the middle of the trail. Kent snagged the fresh pack of beers and looked them over. As he put them in his backpack, he told Richard that this was still some strange coincidence. He rationalized that some hiker was not only missing some cigarettes, but some tasty beer as well.

He told Richard, who was now ahead of him, that he needed a reason to pray and turn back to God. He said that was what it would take for him to rejoin the church.

Nodding to himself, having received confirmation from the voice, Richard turned to face Kent. He smiled as he reached into his pocket and gave Kent a reason to pray as he pulled the trigger.

*Credited to ClericofMadness*
Belated Love

Ah, woe is me, for Love hath lain asleep,

Hath lain too long in some Circean close—

Till on his dreaming wings the ruined rose

Fell lightly, and the rose-red leaves were deep.

Ah, wellaway, for love is overlate:

Far-wandering, alone, we know not where,

He found the white and purple poppies fair,

Nor heard the summer pass importunate.

Sweet Love, can we forgive thy loitering ?

The golden summer, like a dream at dawn,

Changes, and from our kindled eyes is gone,

And leaves grey autumn. . . . We have heard thy wing

But with a sound of sighing; heart on heart,

In our own sighs we hear thy wing depart.

*Credited to Clark Ashton Smith*
A Book of Ghosts

***A Book of Ghosts*** (1904) is a collection of ghost short stories by Sabine Baring-Gould.

Jean Bouchon

Pomps and Vanities

McAlister

The Leaden Ring

The Mother of Pansies

The Red-haired Girl

A Professional Secret

Glámr

H.P.

Colonel Halifax's Ghost Story

The Merewigs

The "Bold Venture"

Mustapha

Little Joe Gander

A Dead Finger

Black Ram

A Happy Release

The 9.30 Up-train

On the Leads

Aunt Joanna

The White Flag
A Late-Night Crash

One afternoon, a couple was traveling on by car when at a far distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically.

The wife told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn't stay with the doubt on his mind of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face, as well as on her arms. They then decided to stop and see if they could be of any help.

The wounded woman was begging for help telling them that she had been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car, which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive.

The husband that was travelling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby. He asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the car. When he got down, he noticed two people in the front seats of the car. He didn't bother paying attention to them and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby to its mother. When he got up, he didn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the site of the car crash..

When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakably the woman who had flagged them down.

*Original Author Unknown*
Can't Fail

I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me. They chatter amongst themselves, almost unaware of my sleepy state.
After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself having trouble holding onto reality; struggling to remain awake.

I can’t fail. Not until morning. Morning will come, and the crowd will clear out. These vile humans will shuffle along, returning from whence they came, leaving me alone. It will be then I that can flee.

I can’t fail.

I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me. They chatter amongst themselves, discussing my sleepy state.

After almost no sleep yesternight, I find myself a potential snack for these vile human beings. Morning. Must wait for it.

I can’t fail.

Can’t fail.

I sit here, staring at the crowd of creatures before me, my sleepy state allowing me to see these dream creatures for what they really are. They chatter amongst themselves, totally aware of my condition.

I am a tasty snack now.

Can’t fail.

Can’t…

…fail.

…

…

…

I sit here, staring at the crowd of people around me, chattering with them about this guy, about to fall asleep. He’ll be delicious.

He must fail.

*Credited to ClericofMadness*
Depression Isn't Real

Depression isn’t true, my dear

Depression isn’t real.

It’s just a silly tragedy

You’ve forced yourself to feel.

Anxiety is fake, my friend

You wonder why it’s there.

But others have it worse than you!

Stop forming false despair.

Cutting is dramatic, love,

It’s ugly, and it’s dumb.

Why not just get over it?

Is the attention fun?

Suicide is stupid, dear,

And selfish, if I may.

Get over yourself, darling,

Can you hear these things I say?

Why aren’t you replying, love?

Oh, where could you have gone?

I never meant to hurt you, love,

Did I say something wrong?

Why aren’t you replying, dear?

Depression isn’t true!

…

Oh, but yes it was, “my dear”...

Just maybe not for you.

*---***Credited to MikkiMarie**

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Busses Suck

Hello, my name is Randy. I am a survivor of a demon attack.

Yes, you read correctly. A demon attack. Let me explain:

It all started when she got on board my Greyhound bus. She was tall, blonde, busty, and wearing all leather, right down to her knee-high pumps. The studs on her eyes said trouble and the one on her tongue—something she casually flashed my direction—told me she was dangerous.

She took the pair of empty seats next to mine and I could feel her looking over toward me periodically. I didn’t dare look her way. She smelled of roses and incense, the telltale scent of a succubus.

Although I tried my best, I could not stave off sleep forever. This connection was just another part in what had already been twenty sleepless—and otherwise uneventful—hours of bussing.

I awoke to find her undressing me, bending forward, to try and, well, all I will say is “suck” the life from me in a manner most fitting of a demoness that preys on sexual energy.

Like I said, I am a survivor of a demon attack. I won’t go into detail as to how I managed to escape that encounter with my life, but I will say this: never before have I been so glad to have had to pee.

*Credited to ClericofMadness*
A Rose

A rose by any other color,

Whether it's withered or blue.

Could not explain the feelings

That I share with you.

Whenever I talk to you,

My chest is engulfed with a wild flame.

I feel I can accomplish the world,

And accomplish it, till the grave.

Although I've never seen your face,

The only beauty I need is your personality.

Whenever I talk to you, I feel I can accomplish the world,

I feel like I'm invincible for eternity.

You are a princess,

And I want to make you queen.

Of my whole entire empire,

Of which no one has seen.

If I had to tell you

On how I feel about you.

A sentence so simple,

A sentence so true.

The sentence I want to share,

For no other person, other than you.

A sentence, so repetitive, it is a cliche,

But that sentence expresses my feeling, that sentence is "I love you".

And now the rose is burning;

Growing rapidly with passion.

The rose is my heart,

Whenever we share a compassion.

*Credited to Fatal Disease*
A Negro Love Song

SEEN my lady home las' night,

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,

Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,

An' a smile go flittin' by --

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine,

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Mockin'-bird was singin' fine,

Jump back, honey, jump back.

An' my hea't was beatin' so,

When I reached my lady's do',

Dat I could n't ba' to go --

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Put my ahm aroun' huh wais',

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Raised huh lips an' took a tase,

Jump back, honey, jump back.

Love me, honey, love me true?

Love me well ez I love you?

An' she answe'd, " 'Cose I do" --

Jump back, honey, jump back.

*Credited to Paul Laurence Dunbar*
Dad.txt

Jacob slammed his door loudly. He couldn’t believe the nerve of his father. Moments earlier, Jacob had gone into the kitchen of his parents’ house where he lived.
All he wanted to do was eat, watch television, and surf the internet on his laptop.

His father, however, would have none of that. His son was in his mid twenties, jobless, and still living at home.

He demanded that Jacob clean the living room, as was his regular duties, and asked him in a rather gruff tone if he had gotten a job yet — a question to which he already knew the answer was no.

Jacob, tired of hearing the same thing from his father daily, stormed out of the kitchen, leaving behind an open refrigerator and his laptop. As he left, he yelled obscenities at his father, and said he wished that he would just die already so he could go be with his mother in hell.

Jacob’s mother, Molly, had died earlier in the year when the car his father was driving hit a patch of ice and skidded into a ravine.

Jacob constantly berated his father, whom he hated for—as he put it—killing his mother. There never was a solid father/son bond between him and his father to begin with, and his mother’s death destroyed what little there was.

Jacob, still fuming and tired from staying up all night playing his online games, went to sleep. When he woke up, he found the house curiously silent. His father usually was noisy at all hours; if it wasn’t his snoring, it was the sounds of him watching television.

Jacob ventured out of his room and called out to see if anyone was there. He poked around all the rooms until he got to the kitchen, where he saw his laptop closed, but still on.

Angry at the thought of his father messing with his computer, he snatched it up and turned on the television. Opening it, he booted it back up and went about seeing if his father had messed with anything.

There, on his desktop, was a curious file titled “dad.txt” that he was sure wasn’t there earlier. Curiosity getting the better of him, he opened it. In moments, he was filled with a deep sense of regret.

The document, which started off with things such as ‘I’m sorry;’ ‘I love you;’ and ‘Goodbye;’ was his father’s suicide note.

It described how his wife’s death strained him, and how Jacob’s constant remarks about him and the accident were just too much for him to bear anymore.

*Credited to ClericofMadness*
Call Me Tomorrow Okay?

Still no messages on my phone.

I guess he wasn’t going to call me back after all. I can’t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.

I noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn’t the only one watching him, that’s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile…his smile.
I would die for that smile.

Still no messages…

I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday. I’m a coward, I know, but I just couldn’t bring myself to dial his number.

Besides, he promised he’d call me when he was ready.

So I’ll wait. I’m patient.

I know, I’ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he’s home. Maybe he’s out, that would explain why he couldn’t call me yet.

He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he’s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I’ll go to him and tell him that he doesn’t have to be scared. That I don’t mind if he needs time.

He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there are lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me.

I’ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep. I knock on the door, but he doesn’t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I try the door, it’s unlocked. There’s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.

Finally I’ve reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.

There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose on the sides of his face. He’s missing his fingernails, they are laid out on the bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.

I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.

He’s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don’t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I’m here when he needs me.

I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it’s time for the sheep to go to sleep.

And tomorrow I’ll introduce myself to his parents. I’m sure they’ll love me too.

*Original Author Unknown*
Bram Stoker's Dracula

The classic vampire novel, credited to Bram Stoker.

* Chapter One
* Chapter Two
* Chapter Three
* Chapter Four
* Chapter Five
* Chapter Six
* Chapter Seven
* Chapter Eight
* Chapter Nine
* Chapter Ten
* Chapter Eleven
* Chapter Twelve
* Chapter Thirteen
* Chapter Fourteen
* Chapter Fifteen
* Chapter Sixteen
* Chapter Seventeen
* Chapter Eighteen
* Chapter Nineteen
* Chapter Twenty
* Chapter Twenty-One
* Chapter Twenty-Two
* Chapter Twenty-Three
* Chapter Twenty-Four
* Chapter Twenty-Five
* Chapter Twenty-Six
* Chapter Twenty-Seven
A Sweet Contention between Love, his Mistress, and Beauty

Love and my mistress were at strife

Who had the greatest power on me:

Betwixt them both, oh, what a life!

Nay, what a death is this to be

She said, she did it with her eye;

He said, he did it with his dart;

Betwixt them both (a silly wretch!)

'Tis I that have the wounded heart.

She said, she only spake the word

That did enchant my peering sense;

He said, he only gave the sound

That enter'd heart without defence.

She said, her beauty was the mark

That did amaze the highest mind;

He said, he only made the mist

Whereby the senses grew so blind.

She said, that only for her sake,

The best would venture life and limb:

He said, she was too much deceiv'd;

They honour'd her because of him.

Long while, alas, she would not yield,

But it was she that rul'd the roost;

Until by proof, she did confess,

If he were gone, her joy was lost.

And then she cried, "Oh, dainty love,

I now do find it is for thee,

That I am lov'd and honour'd both,

And thou hast power to conquer me."

But, when I heard her yield to love,

Oh! how my heart did leap for joy!

That now I had some little hope

To have an end to mine annoy!

But, as too soon, before the field

The trumpets sound the overthrow,

So all too soon I joy'd too much,

For I awaked, and nothing saw.

*Credited to Nicholas Breton*
A Normal Day in World of Warships

Yasuhiro Yoshida held the wheel of his cruiser steady as the sea erupted around him. The heavily damaged Kuma class cruiser steamed towards the enemy Myogi at full speed. Wave after wave of high explosive shells left six 140 millimeter guns. Fighters and bombers flew low overhead, the Kuma’s AA crews opening up on them. Suddenly, with an earth shattering roar the Myogi’s main batteries fired. Yoshida held onto the wheel with a steely grip as his ship buckled and shook violently.

“Sir! Fire mid-ship!”

“Sir! Turrets three and four inoperable!”

“Torpedoes! Starboard bow!” a lookout shouted. But Yoshida did not waver. He held the wheel steady. With an enormous thud, a single torpedo impacted the bow, and with a great whoosh, water erupted from the ocean, the air turned to mist, water flooded the bridge. They were taking on water, but the captain knew what he had to do. “Are our torpedo tubes functioning?” Yoshida shouted over the roar of water and gunfire.

“Yes sir!”

“Ready the port side tubes!” He shouted as the Myogi’s secondary batteries began firing. A single tear left the captain’s eye, a tiny addition to the water already dripping down his face. “Sorry girl, I need one more favor from you.” He said, running his hand along her wheel. Yoshida hurled the wheel to the right and braced as the ship nearly tilted over, turning hard to starboard. As the Kuma pulled parallel to the Myogi the captain released the wheel. “Fire all port side tubes!” He shouted over his shoulder.

“All port tubes, fire!” His crewman relayed to the torpedo crews.

With a sharp hiss all four torpedoes left their tubes, plunging into the water. At point blank range the battleship had no chance to avoid them. As the torpedoes ran through the water the Myogi turned its six main guns to bear on the cruiser. And as all four torpedoes impacted, the Myogi fired. Six shells pierced the wall of water thrown up by the torpedoes; all of them hit the Kuma.

Yoshida stood on the bridge of his sinking ship and watched as both his beloved Kuma and the Myogi began to list and slip under the waves. He watched what was left of their crew as they boarded the lifeboats, and he watched their identical flags wave in the wind.

It was not long before the two suns set for the last time.

*---***Credited to Jakjak24**

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An Early Love

Ah, sweet young blood, that makes the heart

So full of joy, and light,

That dying children dance with it

From early morn till night.

My dreams were blossoms, hers the fruit,

She was my dearest care;

With gentle hand, and for it, I

Made playthings of her hair.

I made my fingers rings of gold,

And bangles for my wrist;

You should have felt the soft, warm thing

I made to glove my fist.

And she should have a crown, I swore,

With only gold enough

To keep together stones more rich

Than that fine metal stuff.

Her golden hair gave me more joy

Than Jason's heart could hold,

When all his men cried out—Ah, look!

He has the Fleece of Gold!

*Credited to William Henry Davies*
A Study in Scarlet

A Study in Scarlet is a detective mystery novel written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, introducing his new characters, "consulting detective" Sherlock Holmes and his friend and chronicler, Dr. John Watson, who later became two of the most famous characters in literature.

**PART 1**

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

**PART 2: The Country of the Saints**

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7