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Subject There was a thread that was started like a creepy short story about the deep web and Archons...

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This is what it was called: "The Archon Interface resides on the 8th Level/ eNTER: Program kILL."

And the story i was talking about actually did not start in the thread till page 3..

"I don't know what's happening.
I thought I'd post back here again.
After breaching a lower level, past 5 but I'm not sure how deep I was, there's no gauge telling you how far down you really are, I've been experiencing some weird cases of aural and visual hallucinations.
It's like everytime I close my eyes static like on old tvs encompass my view. This is something brand new, I've never experienced this in my entire life, it's been causing me massive migraine which I've never had. I visited the eye doc and he said that it was just eye strain and to be expected when staring at the monitor for extended periods of time. The thing is, I never told him what I do, or what I have been doing.
For that matter, I've told no one. I am a little scared to even mention some of the things I've read and seen. For one, it'd make me look like a lunatic, for two, I'm not quite sure even I believe I saw what I saw.

I normally sit here on headphones listening to music, but the audio is really grainy now, and at times when the music glitches out I swear to god I hear a voice.

Sometimes within the house I hear what sounds like a telephone ringing, I can never locate the source of the sound because when I go to leave my room to find the source, the ringing stops. I once sat in behind the door, waiting for it to start again, but it didn't. The moment I go to sit down, it starts.

My boss at work has been looking at me weird. I will sit here in my cubicle and when I glance over, he's always staring. One day the district manager i think, was talking with him, I glance over at the right time, and they both were staring at me, they didn't even try to pretend like they weren't. Hell even my dog has been acting strange around me, like he's nervous, like he almost doesn't know who I am.. I am his master for christsakes.

My buddy and co-worker told me I needed to take a sabbatical after the last office meeting 2 days ago, and since then I've found it hard to do anything other than this. Scouring each page and forum and link for another key to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door, to another door. I really hope this is all coincidence. I've been up for over 48 hours now, scared to progress, but I can't stop, I feel there's something calling me to do this, if not me, then who? I don't know what else to say, every thought and every sound resonates with "her"."

Post #2 from AC...

It's getting near the 72 hour mark in my journey, and I thought I'd update you all on my status.
It's been one hell of a ride, an arduous ride. The headaches have stopped for the moment but in it's wake the ringing has gotten louder. I think it's mainly due to the sleep deprivation i've endured over the last few days. What's remarkable is that the ringing has gotten clearer, and it seems it wasn't a phone that I hear, rather it reminds me of the old dial-up noises you used to hear prior to cable and satellite internet. I can't wait to get some rest after this data is transferred. I've stopped listening to music as it's proven too distracting to my research.
At this moment I am making copies on my external hard drive and onto disks to back up all the relevant information I've found. On the way down I've found some helpful headcases on a private forum, though I welcome their guidance, I couldn't help but to be cautious of the nature of their motives. I merely said one word, and they were all ears and helping hands, something foreign to see happen on the darkweb.
Earlier this afternoon I had a scare, the screen went white and the audio from my headphones started to shriek high pitched whining noises, at first I thought I was hallucinating again, but I soon realized that I might have been compromised.
I've spent the last 4 hours setting up software and hardware for security purposes, they've taught me to secure my connection using their home-brew programs. Looking at the traffic this network I'm on gets only serves to make me feel more vulnerable though. I keep seeing the same numbers over and over.... "1798-528-23-864-13-5707" in no set pattern. I'd been sharing the information with these people and it's been a burden lifted off my shoulders to have been able to speak freely about the contents of the deeper levels. But I am scared, I am scared that what I saw might be true. "Who would have ever thought things would be like this?", I asked myself. I question every spare moment (of which there are few) whether or not these things are published here to throw me off or whether I've stumbled upon some great resource of knowledge akin to the Library of Alexandria. But it's getting to be too much information too fast, I feel like I am overloaded with information and data.
The search has been harrowing, what with sifting through thousands of lines of code, raw html, filth, incomprehensible psycho-babble, encrypted documents, and general paranoia. I can't go into details about this particular subject here as I'm sure many are watching, and it's obvious the information is incendiary, but I can share some information I picked up on the way down. I'll be brief, as the information I will provide, was probably hard to uncover for a reason.

- Force fields exist, a man named Lumière helped develop film, when using their first prototype projector and reel system, that it was impossible to walk underneath the moving film scrolling between the two machines. One reel feeds the strip through a small motor and the other machine wraps the "spent" film onto a new reel for later viewing and easy of use. He and his brother exclaimed it was hard as a normal wall.

- Hitler was remotely successful with his super soldier program, in which he used dna and transplants to alter his troops and form a new breed of Aryans. He recruited a man named Demikhov to help design and perform necessary surgery on these super soldiers. His experiments ranged from using bovine to gorillas to mate or mix with breeders and soldiers.

- Hitler didn't die in a bunker, he didn't die in Argentina.
The truth is that he was mortally wounded during a bombing run, an officer named Mengele put him in a primitive form of cryostasis and they shipped him to Argentina where Demikhov transplanted his head onto a new body. Because of fears that the body would reject the head, Demikhov used the prototype of the AIDS virus (originally not a biological weapon) to lower his immune system and effectiveness of white blood cells. There are unconfirmed reports of how Hitler himself asked Demikhov to enhance his genes in the same way his super soldiers were. He was then shipped to the Antarctic where the highest echelon of the Nazi regime fled.

- There are tons of stuff on Tesla, but unfortunately it's written in his original language which I cannot read, but some of the diagrams of what looks like weapons and vehicles were amazing and highly advanced for their time.

- One of the more interesting things I've found was information on homunculi, man made from earth. It was the combination of mysticism and science, the occult, and fantasy. The actual ingredients involved liters of fresh human blood, horse sediment, semen, and other weird ingredients. There would be a ritual performed on the concoction and chants or spells spoken in foreign tongues, the written language looking much like nothing I've seen before. The homunculi had a shortened life-span, and was essentially a mindless drone.

This is all I can muster up writing for now, my nerves have finally settled. I'm passing out as I type this sentence. The coffee is wearing out and I work in the morning. To be honest, as much as I disdain working in that environment, it'll be a nice break from this alternate world I've plunged into. I could keep going, keep delving the depths, but I need to rest my mind, I need all my mental capacities at full for what's ahead. The thought of shitty old coffee and stale glazed doughnuts at the office has never sounded more appealing than now.

His 3rd post...

I think I'm going crazy from the stress...
Iwoke to what i thought was myname being called, but it was the sound of my ownvoice the lights are onelsewhere and iam certain i turnedoff everything, especially thecomputer and desk lamp. I'mlosing it I was mumbling incoherentstrings of numbers inmysleep how long had I beenmuttering thesewords I have noidea.

His 4th post...

I'm back from a tired day at work. The day was harrowing.
It seemed like everywhere I went all eyes were on me, as if I had a large sign above my head that proclaimed "STARE HIM DOWN". Perhaps it's my paranoia of knowing what I know, or the fact that the ordeal with the lights left on from last night me spooked, perhaps a combination of both. Regardless, I am shaken; that is not in debate. I arrived at work with averted eyes, I really felt that the people staring could see right through my eyes and into my soul, as if they knew what I'd been doing. I mainlined it to entrance and my buddy approached me in the lobby as I entered. He waved me down and greeted me with a smile, that is until I got close. He took one good look at me and asked if I was on drugs. I told him that my sabbatical wasn't very helpful, and that there was a dilemma in my personal life that had been causing me to lose out on much needed sleep. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

We made our way to the time-clock when my boss pulled me into his office. Loose lips run fast here so I wasn't surprised someone had mentioned my need of a sabbatical. I wore my stress on my sleeve, and I'll admit, I look like shit from sleep deprivation. He congratulated me on taking things into my own hands, and how I should take more time off until I was ready to return. My boss is never nice, in fact, besides hiring day, he's never really talked to me, so this moment was surreal beyond belief. I was stricken with anxiety, something didn't feel right, but I pressed on. I thanked him for his kindness and when I tried to leave he stopped me, saying that perhaps I should go home. I told him I'd wanted to stay and needed to get out of the house anyways. As I left he stopped me once again. I turn around and his face had changed slightly. I can't describe it, it was more like a feeling, something sinister. He told me as I tried to leave, "oh, one more thing, it'd be in your best interest to stop pursuing whatever it is you are at home." with a sickly grin.

I sat down at my desk, a little dumbstruck, and even more so shaken. All day long I could not keep my mind off of this. Every piece of information I stared at on the monitor reflected that which I was perusing at home. Numbers on the screen would often be multiples of of the numbers stuck in my head, as if everything in the world was trying to remind me of my research at home. I kept misreading words that weren't even there. Key words, tag words, passwords, all echoed from my mind onto the screen, just long enough for me to read them. Perhaps I am seeing things, last night was a rough night, and I know I still need a lot of rest. The rest of the day droned on like this, I felt like I was in half slumber, dragging myself through the day on sleepy eyes and confounded thoughts. When I left one thing struck me as odd, my buddy says the same thing each time we leave work, day in and day out- a simple, "see you tomorrow". This day he approached me with a cold emotionless face, he unnervingly told me in a monotone voice, "good luck at home, I'll be talking with you later." I had to rub the fatigue from my eyes in an attempt to clear the fog, when I looked up at him as he was leaving, he turned around with a smile and waved, as if it were just another normal day.

Here's where things get strange, on the way home I was pulled over a block away from my house by a cop in a parked car, I literally pulled up to the stop light and he flipped his lights and sirens. At first I didn't pay heed, I was driving normally and there was a long line of cars behind me, so I immediately passed it off as if he was pulling over someone else. But he left his vehicle and the sirens on as he approached my car, he walked up to the window and was towering over it, I could hardly make out his face as he stood beside the window. He didn't ask me for a name or my license, he just jotted something down on his notepad and told me it was just a "routine" stop and then told me to go.

I pulled into the driveway a couple houses down and walked to the driveway. I wanted to see him get out of his vehicle and do to someone what he had done unto me. When I reached the end of the hedges, I stood there like a deer in headlights, afraid to move and not able to comprehend what I was looking at. He was staring directly at me his head affixed in my direction, without motion or life, you could have mistaken him for a statue; his composure was that rigid. I stood here for five minutes afraid that if I ran to the house that it'd give him due cause to come to my door.
I was locked in fear. After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality lasted a mere 5-10 minutes I built up the nerve to go back inside, and not once during that whole ordeal, did he even turn his head.

When I made it back inside I looked immediately outside the window to see if he was following me, and the car had vanished. Paranoia suffocating me, filling my lungs like the air i breathe, I ran locked all the windows and sought refuge in seclusion from a hot shower. I have yet to dive back in, a part of me apprehensive, and another driven by impulse to find the next key to the door. The answering machine had a new message from a girl at work I had been kind of seeing, I haven't even bothered to check it yet, it all seems so pointless compared to this, and I thought to myself how only a few days ago, had my world been normal, and my problems never escalated past, "what should I eat today". And so I sat, on the edge of my bed; staring at the containers of instant coffee and soda, emptied ramen packets and pieces of paper with strings of numbers and words that all mean nothing and everything. Wondering why my old life, just like those pieces of paper, has now amounted to nothing and everything all at once, begging the question, "should I continue?"

I am reading through the thread now and if i find more from this guy i will post it.

You know you can use a proxy to view the page right? Just google proxy browser.
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Original Message Does anyone know the title?

I can't seem to find it. :dunno:

It started out about a typical desk worker who was not sleeping because they where on the deep web looking for the mysterious Archon.

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