Mirror Mirror

I'm hoping to keep this brief, even though it won't be. Probably.

Don't even bother, Mother. We're not going anywhere fast.

Shut up Minerva. I'm trying, alright? Trying.

Lucius is... unusually nice. To me, at least. everyone else is getting the butt end of his jackassery. I wonder if the affection stems from something more than just my similarity to his late girlfriend... He has often referred to me as 'adorable' and 'cute', especially during my moments of joking around.

I'm a surprisingly effective comedian, if I can get a serial killer to laugh at my black humor.

Of course, my guard has not been lowered. I still operate under the understanding that once I am no longer a source of amusement, he will dispose of me as a child disposes of a broken toy. Except, in a much more violent fashion- namely, killing me. Therefore, I must keep myself amusing for him, which honestly shouldn't be a problem. My wit and sarcasm have gotten me into trouble before- now they may possibly provide a means of preserving my life.

I haven't mentioned my hunt for Lucius' cohort in a while, mostly because there's nothing to report. He seems to have gone underground- there have been next to no new reports of missing girls falling into the late teens category in the ******* area, which probably means either that A) they have yet to be reported to the police, or B) the killings have stopped. permanently.

I really hope it's B. As fascinating as this hunt is, I really don't want to become a victim of my own curiosity.

You already are one, Mother.

Do shut up, Minerva. I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm.

K has informed me of a few changes in our interpretation of Lucius' past. notably, his reason for killing his first girlfriend- it wasn't because she was pregnant that she was leaving him, it was that fact that she found out he was murdering people behind her back.

Seems to me that Lucius had always had a penchant for killing. Also, he insists that killing her was unintentional- he simply freaked out. He didn't want to be alone- and her leaving him would have left him very much alone.
So the crying... was supposedly genuine.

I honestly cannot believe a word that comes out of this man's mouth. He's attempting a Bundy Gambit- generate sympathy, then strike when the walls are down.
I've seen this happen to too many victims for it to affect me.

You're lying, mom. It's definitely affecting you. You're falling for him!

You're the one falling for him, Dementia. not me. whatever affection I hold for him is simply your twisted feelings bleeding over into my own psyche. Nothing more.

I've recently found a Fear Blog that has several excellent theories. You will need to read the entire thing starting from the beginning in order to actually understand what is going on though- Here's the address to the first page. Good luck surviving the first few information dumps, but otherwise, it's an engaging and rather delightful story.

Results

Turns out I didn't even need to perform the experiment with S. All I had to do was ask.

Funny the way things turn out when you just ask, isn't it?

Shut up, Dementia.

Ghosts DO need to inhabit a subject that is emitting an EMF field. inanimate objects (other than electronics, of course) do not qualify for inhabitable bodies. as it is, I wonder what would happen if a Ghost attempted to possess an inanimate object... a doll, perhaps?
we've heard of haunted dolls. Malevolent Ghosts like these forms. but how do they possess a doll? is it just force of will? or is something else involved?

I mentioned earlier that there must be Demons. are these the Ghosts of Murderers, Serial Killers, Rapists, and other foul folk who just didn't want to stop even though they were dead? they take malevolence in the afterlife to the extreme. and from what I've observed of Satan, they don't seem to follow the rules I've laid out for Souls.

1) Satan didn't need to go through S's filter in order to find a new home in K. he just smashed right through and took over.
therefore, Demons seem to possess a greater amount of willpower than average Souls. Can being evil really make one that strong?
of course, evil is being used here as a relative term. really there is no such thing as good and evil- only those who follow a set standard of morals and those who don't. that doesn't make them evil, it makes them chaotic, uncontrolled, non-conforming to the whims of society and the expectations it has placed on their shoulders. they're, for all intents and purposes, rebels, even if they don't mean to be.
okay, self serving rebels would be more accurate, but you get the picture.

next...

2) Satan comes and goes as he pleases. while the other Souls who inhabit K only seem to surface whenever she's asleep or when she lets them, he can control her for an entire day, just on a whim. it doesn't matter what K wants, it doesn't matter what S wants, if Satan wants to dick around with her body and wreak havoc, he'll do it.

oh, and it seems he's taken a liking to me, because I remind him of his first girlfriend.

He doesn't like me though. weird. I certainly like him though... YUM.

Oh God, Dementia. Don't show me that!


Er...

Where was I... oh yes, on to my third observation.

3) Satan seems to retain all of his memories. in addition to this, he also doesn't seem to be bound permanently to K's psyche. while I haven't witnessed this myself, he often implies that he could quite easily leave her and just inhabit me instead.

Which would be quite... unusual.

Let him do it. please?

NO. I refuse to indulge in your sick fantasies, Dementia. now go away.

for those of you who are wondering, Dementia is actually... well, a sort of seed in my head that sprouted and took root. she was never actually a Soul.

Thank you for your consideration, Pandora. truly, I'm warmed by your appreciation of just what your genius has created. 

... 

... I wish I had my body back...

Oh do shut up. Pandora's trying to stay on topic here!

guys...

Oh, green's Minerva. yet another one, I know.

I just hope Belinda doesn't decide to take a little more control. That would be disastrous.

It's Just ME now...

Ah yes, since dearest Pandora is currently asleep due to overexertion and Minerva is trying to keep quiet, I guess I have this post all to myself. What FUN!

Pandora doesn't like going too in depth on my infatuation with Lucius. Pity, considering there's more to it than just a psychopath high on hormones. 

Lucius... what a sweet thing! But oh so cruel, too... what does he see in Pandora, that just isn't in me? She blushes at the vaguest hint that he's interested in her, she's not at all afraid to mouth off at him (honestly, it's like a sheep turning around and biting the wolf's tail- and he lets her!), and worst of all, she has absolutely no interest in killing anyone with him! How silly! How absurd! How pathetic!

I'd fulfill all of his fantasies. I'd let him use me... and abuse me...

but it seems all he really wants to do is confuse me. which makes me sad. I mean, I present him with a perfectly good opportunity to let off some pent up sexual energy, and he rejects me in favor of spending time with a prude. 

But I can't help but love it... He's teasing me, and he knows it. Which will make release that much sweeter... 
Lucius... Oh god, every time I think of him, it's always a scene. and it's never innocent either, if you catch my drift... Ropes, gags, whips and chains...
He reminds me of Jeff. I hated Jeff, after a fashion. but he also, in an odd way, reminds me of Jack...

...

...I miss Jack... 

He was one of the few people who actually cared about me, about the woman behind the face and not the face itself. 

but Lucius cares about Pandora. and it's making me jealous.

what to do, what to do...
 

Unfortunately...

I apologize for not posting yesterday, but school is quite overwhelming as of late. I've been cramming for a few tests and finishing up projects- and my Dormmate is not helping.

as it is, expect something of a hiatus for two or three more days. I know this blog is young, and you are probably thinking that I don't deserve a hiatus at this time, but sometimes reality takes over and I have to re-prioritize my schedule and side projects. though socializing has never been a priority in my life, K has diverted my attention away from schoolwork.
My ADHD is not helping matters, unfortunately.

Until the ground stops moving under my feet,

-Pandora, Observer of the Unobserved

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.

We Post This Together

(Note: Red is Dementia, Blue is me, purple is the both of us. I felt like posting a poem. we worked on it together, even though Dementia isn't a very poetic soul.)
With all that I've seen and all that I've done
My timelines are merging, becoming one.
I'm scared, I'm drowning, I can't even see
What's become her and what's still me.
This war, it seems, cannot be won.

Fantasy, reality, melt into confusion
all swirling together as part of my delusion.
I reach for the dark because the light makes me cry,
for it wrapped me in its wings and shaded my eyes-
Though not a friend; I continue in seclusion. 

I've dug too deep, I've gone too far,
We don't even know who we are!
We're rooted in hate under a food chain
that starts with misery and ends in pain,
giving survivors tell-tale scars. 

In the dark, all cats are grey-
Predators melt in the crowd of prey.
now you see me, now I don't-
sink or swim, I'd rather float-
at least I'd live another day.

 One kills with a glance.
One kills given the chance. 
One haunts you,
another flaunts you.
In the game, it's more a dance.  

Are you going to run? are you going to hide?
fueled by your stupid human pride?
We are but pawns displayed on the board
pulled around with the tug of a cord,
Controlled in both body and mind. 

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.