Cracking the Codes / a Creepypasta

SOURCE?

What kind of source? At first I thought it was referring to the source of my problem. But thinking over "Piggy's" cryptic nature, I wondered if it could be more of a code than anything. It's now pretty clear that this thing can mess with me by writing on walls, and if I've learned any genre savviness from my ARG excursions it's that the enemy can mess with your source code.

Your... source code.

And that is when I checked the page sources of all the entries with that tag. Lo and behold, hidden in the HTML in comment tags were the following messages:

melodramatics and unneccessary ramblings

"he's watching me now. Just keep that in mind. He KNOWS. He SEES."

-A victim, somehow?
-Somebody imitating me?
-Me?
-Shiloh?

The Birthday Party:
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It leads to this image:

There was no "YouKnowWho01.jpg" or anything of the sort uploaded. So this image is alone. Still, this confirms "the birthday party" is somehow involved. The purple and "whosafraid" repeated in the background are a bit disconcerting.

I'll keep out for more "source" posts, if "Piggy" keeps using them, that is. Does it want the codes to be cracked?

Still no updates on the crayon message. This one is really creeping me out.

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There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.
As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredibl detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning, the hunter awoke -- he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

In Which I Examine the Fear Incarnate

So here I sit in my advanced trigonometry class, my deep-voiced professor rambling about mapping trigonometric values or some such nonsense, half the class speaking loudly and unabashedly, the rest playing tetris on their laptop computers, a few actually note-taking. And here I sit, writing a blog that nobody reads.

I am here today, blogging instead of drawing graphs, because I want to discuss something without video logging it (since it turns out formatting and uploading is kind of a bitch to do).

Credit Joshua Hoffine

What is fear?

It's been described as one of humanity's most natural emotions. It is divided into different types - personal fears like dying alone, primal fears like heights and water, fears from experience, et cetera. I'm sure there are official names, but I will refer to them in my own way. In addition to this, there are different stages of fear. There's terror, a kind of paranoia or suspense, knowing that there's a monster under your bed. There's horror, seeing the monster with its fangs dripping flesh and blood and being too paralyzed with fear to scream. There's a sort of fight-or-flight fear, the adrenaline-kicking sort of rush.

Fear is there to protect you, basically. When you see something harmful or something that psychologically reminds you of something harmful, you fear it. When you expect something you fear, you become terrified.

What greater power would there be than to become fear, to paralyze anybody you looked upon?

This is possible.

I do not know how.

All I know is that I've looked fear in the eye, and I survived. Am I insane? I don't think so. But they do say the truly insane believe themselves normal. I don't really know what should believed anymore. I'll make more observations later. The bell is going to ring.

An Unlikely Update