HOLY S**T

I saw someone outside my window.
He looked like Jeffrey.
It probably wasn't Jeff the Killer. just some drunk who thought it would be funny to dress up as him and terrorize the poor girl with the operator symbol underneath her window. 
It was definitely Jeffrey. 
you're going to be very disappointed, Dementia. 
COME AND GET ME JEFFREY! 
*facepalm*
It's not Jeff. Jeff doesn't exist. 
You're in for a shocker, mother. 
F**k off, Dementia. 
Never. This is too much fun. It's been a while since I beat up Jeffrey. I wonder where Jack is. 
Jack isn't here! Jeff isn't here! They're fictional! Just like the Slender Man! 
But you believe in Ghosts, and Souls-
There's a very scientific explanation for their existence. but Creepypastas and Entities/Fears? what are you going to say next, that fairy princesses exist too?   
... point taken. but still! just because you can't explain it, doesn't mean they don't exist!
Yes it does. Physics and Science explain every single phenomenon that goes on in the world. but they do not allow for Fears and Creepypastas. it's just not possible.      

Where was I... oh yeah, my next lesson. 
I've covered the Afterlife, in a way. 
according to S, Atheists have a higher chance of becoming Ghosts, since they reject the possibility of something after this life, outside of this universe. How... charming. 
well, there are a few upsides to being a Ghost. for one thing, you can watch people shower, and they won't even realize you're there. for another, you can't die again. 
but it seems to be awfully lonely. and I kind of like being around people- people I can talk to, that is.  
Most people seem to move onto these other Universes (Heaven and Hell, aparrantly) and don't really come back unless they want to. 
if what S says is true, however, that means that our universe is constantly losing energy, from the deaths of people (and other sentient beings- it's a big f**king universe, people). Which defeats the theory that our universe is a semi-isolated system. 
but do you know what that means? our entropy levels won't continue to increase. because in an isolated system, the chaos factor increases over time, whereas in non-isolated systems, it stays relatively constant.  
But that would mean... 
That's a separate theory for a separate universe that only exists in my head and in the minds of those whom I've lectured. a 'headcanon' if you please. For the Creepypastas, and to a certain extent the Fears/Entities (I've heard them called either one).  
I might post that one next, if I feel the need. you few people aren't here to be lectured on something that you may not even know that much about, but I feel the sudden urge to get it out. 
Compulsion. you're being stalked by the Skinny White Douchebag. Only natural.
...Charming nickname for him, Dementia.  

I'm Back

I won't keep you long.
K (my friend, the one with all of the people in her head) recently absorbed a new person.
Normally, this wouldn't be an issue.
But S warns me that this is, in fact, an Issue.
So much so that it deserves a capital I.
S is a full-blown Ghost. he cannot move on to either of the dimensions that have attached themselves to our own (let's call them 'heaven' and 'hell', shall we, just to simplify things) nor can his energy be recycled while in this dimension. the only thing about him that seems to have deteriorated over time are his memories.
Souls, on the other hand, deteriorate rapidly after the death of the body. Without the willpower to resist, they are either recycled (reincarnated, for you Buddhists and Hindus) or pulled towards one of the alternate dimensions to remain preserved in their current form.
Some Souls, however, decide to stick around a while longer than they should, which puts them on the fence- are they Ghosts? Or Souls? Not even they can decide. that's where K comes in.
She shines like a beacon to them. Her mind is fragile, and when she's having a breakdown or going through trauma, the usual walls that prevent Souls from inhabiting a living body fall down, allowing them in.
But the newbie- let's call him Satan, since I feel punny today- didn't need to go through all that. Nor did he go through S's filter, which usually kicks out Souls like him.
Souls like him, you ask?
Satan's a serial killer.
he died not even a week ago, when his partner in crime turned on him.
thing is, that means there's another serial killer on the loose. In my area, no less.
my life just go so much more interesting. I went from researching long dead serial killers, to fictional ones (Hello, Jeff- no, I'm not f**king tired, go put someone else to sleep), to hunting an actual one, who's still loose.
Satan's unusually strong-willed. and plus, Dementia doesn't like him. Because Serial Killers don't share territory- it's like two farmers sharing sheep. that s**t don't fly, to use inarticulate slang.
Dementia considers herself a Predator.
let me explain.
In her view, there are two types of people in the world, who are further divided into four subcategories- two for each type.
There are Predators. She's one of them. Satan is another.
Then there are Prey. I'm one of them. K is another. S would be considered one if he was still alive (he's a sweet guy- he's the Ghost who cured my fear of the paranormal). Most people who go about their daily lives fall under this category.
The two types of Predators are as follows-
1) Masks- these Predators make themselves out to be your friend. then they exploit you, take all your money, your attention, your energy, and maybe even your life. Satan is considered one of these, for reasons I'll elaborate on in my next post.
2) Knives- these Predators just don't give a s**t whether or not they get caught. they're having fun, after all. they think themselves unstoppable- and because of this, they're messy. they leave trails. and the police find them. but for that brief time that they're running loose, they are the greatest menace to society.

a psychologist would say that Masks are Sociopaths, Knives Psychopaths.
they would be correct.

Prey subcategories are as follows-
1) Blind Sheep- going about their daily lives, these Prey don't concern themselves with the thought of dying. they've got a report to fill, a wife to care for, and a daughter to send off to college, after all- there's no time to worry about somebody who may be their one-way ticket to the afterlife. Most ignorant people or those who are more pressed for time than I am fall under this category.
2) Fighters- They don't like being Prey, but they despise Predators. Dementia thinks they're cute, fighting against their fate. I think they're admirable- even though their fate was sealed the moment they displayed empathy, they do everything they can to avoid succumbing to it. Those familiar with the Slenderman Mythos and the subsequent Fear Mythos would know these people as Runners.

More tomorrow, if I can find the time to write a post.

Establishing Character Moment

It's a crazy world out there.

Let me introduce myself. I am known on the Internet as Pandora. That is, quite obviously, an alias- but I prefer it that way. It gives the Illusion of anonymity, at least. though I know many of you out there are clever enough to figure out my true Identity.
let me explain one thing real quick, before I set to work.
there will be two people on here.
One will be Me.
The other will be Me.
Confused yet? don't be. The other me is Dementia. don't mind her- she's harmless.
and by harmless I mean she isn't going to stalk any of you. just, you know, observe and possibly terminate. nothing too horrible.
A lot of what I post on here will be very controversial. I trust my sources, and my theories. they (mostly) line up with our current understanding of physics, as well as adding a... spiritual element, I suppose you could call it. I will firstly explore my theories concerning the afterlife... and I have a very unique reason to do so.
My best friend (or girlfriend, we're in that ambiguous zone) has a disorder that until recently was classified as MPD (has since changed to DID- dissociative personality disorder). however, her case seems to be special. why, you may ask?
Those personalities weren't hers. they're the personalities of people who have died.
I'm not saying they're ghosts. (Okay, one of them fully admits to being one). They're something in between Ghost and dissipated, recycled energy- clinging to sentience and memory, but gradually degrading.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed. only converted. this is the center of the theories. the rest, I must say, gets complex. which is why I've started a blog about it.
Let me get something perfectly clear before I continue- I am Atheist. I do not believe in God, or Allah, or Buddha, or Vishnu, or whoever holy Deity you've decided to worship. much of my theory comes from the Ghost, who I will simply refer to as S, as he knows firsthand what the afterlife is like.
Later on this blog will earn its title. but for now, I'm laying the groundwork.
good night.
Don't let the souls come and bite.