Hacking, Ghosts, and General Insanity

So aparantly S can hack into my laptop.
which is great, considering that half of the websites are blocked. and by half, I mean the good half. Youtube, tumblr, deviantart- those guys. but thanks to S, they may become permanently unlocked. he's a great hacker. for a ghost, I mean. a ghost who says he grew up about forty years before the digital age ever came around, and died around twenty years before it.
I wonder what else he can do. can he possess inanimate objects- like a puppet, for instance? or is he just limited to things that have an EM field (electromagnetic field, for those of you who don't get dragged into watching ghost hunting shows by your hyperactive dormmate.)

Jeffrey stopped visiting. I kinda miss him.

I don't! Like it isn't spooky enough around here, what with Halloween just around the corner.

Mom, you're a bitch.

Dementia, stop calling me mom.

you said to stop calling you mother. 'mom' isn't 'mother' now is it?

*sigh*
Same implications, Dementia. now go back to your hidey hole in the back of my mind.

to move forward on that EMF theory...

Possession theory

Because I need a theory on Supernatural Possession on here.

Ghosts may/may not require an EMF to possess a physical form- a human, for instance, or a spoon. (I'm not cruel- I won't try to have S possess a spoon. what if he can't get out again? and how would I know if he was in the spoon to begin with?). As Ghosts are a little-studied phenomena, I have planned a couple of experiments for S (If he's willing; if not, this dream of mine will go unfulfilled unless he finds another volunteer Ghost to fill his place- which I don't know if he can do, seeing as he reports that most Ghosts are pretty solitary, and from what I've heard, malevolent. I don't want that puppet to try to gouge my eyes out the moment it is fully possessed- that's not the goal of the experiment.), which I hope won't put him in any danger. as energy without a physical form, as a Ghost outside of K's body he can't be harmed by conventional means (Remember: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only converted into a different form.), but these experiments might be risky for him. I have no idea what I'm doing. S, if you're reading this, I want to say that whatever happens if you consent to this, I take full responsibility for it.

Reports conflict on the amount of control they may or may not have over inanimate objects; however, most reports, if not all, concerning human possession make it abundantly clear that very few benevolent Ghosts attempt to make a human a Host. Those who do, choose a human who's mental walls are broken down- possibly to avoid further psychological damage. Malevolent Ghosts, on the other hand, pretty much smash through a human's mental walls.

I came in like a wreeeeeaaaaking baaaaallll....!!

Dementia!


not sorry.

you should be!

and yet I'm not. toodles!

ugh...

Anyway- if Satan had been a fully-fledged Ghost, he would have fit the Malevolent Ghost trope perfectly. S, who had been pretty much acting as K's filter and kicking out all of the Souls who would have screwed her up further, was unable to hold back the half assed assault that Satan made on K's mind in order to be granted entry.

I'm sorry to say this, S, but you make about as good a watchdog as Cerebrus. and he's gotten his ass kicked around so many times...

back on topic. Satan may not have been a Ghost, and may have lost any chance of becoming one (from what I can tell, even when they're possessing K their personalities and mental strength are still deteriorating, albeit much more slowly), but he still behaved like one. Despite S's assurances that Satan is not, in fact, a Ghost, the symptoms thereof appear to argue that assurance.

Satan is, unfortunately, uncannily strong in mind. he was able to completely possess K on a whim, just because he was bored- and keep up that possession for the rest of the day.

Poor K... if only I had the power, the knowledge necessary to save her. She's going insane because of this Soul.

no.

not Soul.

There seems to be such a thing as a Demon.

that is what Satan is.

Creepypasta/ Fear theory

I've read quite a few blogs, and done a bit of side research in my spare time on the topic of physics and Creepypastas. I've come up with my own, semi-complicated theory to explain their 'power'. I give you permission to use it (I encourage you to use it as long as you credit me with the theory, and send me a link to your story, which I might be then in the mood to edit so you can understand the theory better).

The Theory

basically, The Fears and the Creepypastas both have their separate universes. some of the Fears are so influential on the cosmic scale that they've created their own dimension- Slendy has the Path, the Convocation the Bleak Shore, just to name the two I can think of off the top of my head (and then there's the City, which is in and of itself a completely different universe). These dimensions 'bumped' into ours, and fused in some areas. remember this- I'm not in my College's offered physics class, so bear with me here. I'm taking a little artistic license here.

No S**t. 

Shut up Dementia. let me work.
These Universes have become stuck to ours, in a sense, and their denizens are fueled by our Chaos. our entropy levels, if you will, make them stronger. Say, Slendy decides that he's going to burn down a neighborhood. a few Runners and/or people who knew what he was lived in that neighborhood when it burned down, and so to add insult to injury, he would have his proxies spray paint the operator symbol all over the place. just to drive home the fact that it was Him who did it, not some freak accident. not only would panic, chaos, death, destruction, and overall mayhem ensue, but the Runners/ Knowledge sponges would, in a way, spread the word that He had been behind it. which would spread belief of him and strengthen him through the Tulpa effect as well as through the Chaos. Fun.

for another example, let's use Jeff. (Though this would be a bad example- his rabid/ mentally retarded fangirls would probably tone down the chaos a bit. just a bit...) Say he decides on a whim to terrorize a college dormitory. (like mine, for example. we've got quite a few parties going on here at the moment.) He shows up, screws around, makes a few corpses, and causes general mayhem, which would only increase his strength and power. He'd be getting high not only off of the rush of killing people, but the rush of power that it subsequently caused.

Jeff loved doing that. Though college dorms weren't really his place to hang out. 

Yes, thank you Dementia for giving us that little tidbit.

Speaking of 'Pastas...

That guy was back. And he looked an awful lot like Jeff. I swear it's him. 

It's not Jeff, Dementia. don't get your hopes up.

but what if it is...?

Then I'm screwed even if I do start to sleep with my favorite Desert Eagle underneath my pillow, safety off and magazine fully loaded with bullets. and a baseball bat to boot. My dormmate doesn't really enjoy the fact that I'm so paranoid, but since she usually stumbles back here either drunk or with a hangover, she's never much in a mood to complain.

Oh, that brings me to theory #2-

They can't fucking die.

Yes, I uncensored that for a reason. I've got a sailor's tongue, but that cuss seemed necessary.

Basically, if they're drawing their very power from our entropy levels, then they can't die. because we as a species (and the earth as a complete system) are usually in complete turmoil, always looking for something to blow each other up over or revolt over. As it is, that energy sustains them, and keeps them going. it also explains why almost nothing seems to work against Slendy- he's got nothing to fear from us, because he can't die. He's just a little camera shy, and must have a thing against being caught in the act. or maybe that's an act, to spread around the Operator symbol, something that immediately brings him to mind and spreads belief in him.
as I can attest to. someone decided it would be funny to decorate one of the campus corridors with the Operator Symbol after seeing it underneath my dormroom window. It wasn't against the rules- we'd been decorating the campus for Halloween, but still... I freaked.

A few others freaked out worse than she did. I think they're Runners.

How many times must I tell you Dementia... these theories are for creatures that don't even exist! You lot don't exist! Jeff doesn't exist! Slendy doesn't exist!

You've got a lot to learn about the universe you live in, Mother. 

don't call me that! it makes me feel old.

mother...

f**k you.