Hey so I rewrote a classic creepypasta called Necrosleep and I've posted it to reddit, if any of y'all who have accounts wouldn't mind showing it some love that would be great.
I'm also pasting the part I've posted under the cut. The sub has a 24 hour waiting period between posts so I'll be posting the second half tomorrow.
Cold Case File 44872639-001 – Necrosleep.net – September 19th 2018
The following account is the only surviving evidence supporting the existence of Necrosleep.net. The blog data was downloaded by a concerned reader just before it vanished from the internet in 2009. The data was not recovered until 9 years had passed. These are the final days of Reed Murdock, written in his own words. Underneath the body of the blog are the associated files the department has on this case.
September 16th, 2008
My name's Reed. I’m assuming most of you reading this are friends of mine (shoutout Jake and Douggie for helping me move, what would I do without you freaks) but for those who have just stumbled across this page, let me tell you about myself. I just turned 19 not too long ago, I’m pretty average by all standards. If you were to picture the platonic idea of “just some guy” from Ontario, there’s about a 7/10 chance you’d be thinking of someone who looks eerily close to me. I’ve just moved out of my parents' basement (thank God) after a prolonged struggle against their crushingly puritanical attitudes towards “the Devil’s lettuce.” Technically I'm the one who ditched the place, but they all but kicked me out beforehand. I had to give up a few luxuries, my Mom's hellacious cooking (not worthy of being called a luxury,) cable TV, and a living space that didn’t smell of stale cigarettes and cat piss but sometimes the price we pay for freedom is a barrage on our senses. I’m sure I’ll go nose blind to it soon anyway.
Speaking of the price we pay, I managed to find one of the cheapest apartments within city borders. I find the saying "you get what you pay for" to be especially true when I'm trying to sleep to the lulling sound of what I can only guess is some old lady getting mugged in the dark alleyway next door, or the neighbors frequent “guests” that seemingly come from all over but all have the same vacant look in their eye and only ever show up between 1am-5am only to leave with pouches of something that are DEFINITELY not meth. My ghetto sanctuary consists of one slightly-larger-than-a-hamster-cage living room aka my center of operations as it is both my bedroom and computer room, the adjoining kitchenette, a bathroom with a shower that looks as if it can only be used to make you dirtier, and a closet. The walls are practically made of cardboard and the carpet is stained with God knows what, but it's good enough for now.
Living with me is my poor excuse for a cat named Twig. She's completely hairless save for her spiny whiskers and so serves as a real conversation piece. I'm often asked why the cat's turned inside out, or if she was the victim of some perverse taxidermy project gone wrong. But I like her and she seems to like me, so we keep each other company.
As shitty as my life seems, living on the cheap has its benefits. My cost of living is next to nothing, so I can make enough money to survive by picking up odd coding jobs here and there then spend the other half surfing the web for torrented seasons of The X-Files. I don't even have to pay for internet service thanks to someone in the building's complete failure to secure their Wi-Fi. I bet their data overages are through the roof now. Oh well, not my problem.
I'll be updating this blog every day or two if I'm up to anything interesting. Hopefully my life will get a little more exciting in the days to come.
-Reed
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October 10th, 2008
I've decided to do something unusual. It's 3AM and I intend to stay up all night, caffeinated beverages at my side. Why am I doing this, you ask? Because I'm permanently switching to a nocturnal sleep schedule. In other words, I'll be sleeping during the day instead of the night. I have a number of good reasons for doing this:
With the type of coding projects I do, more of the community tends to be up at night anyway so if any of us get stuck on a section we can ask one another.
The internet speed seems to increase substantially after midnight likely due to the other whomever it belongs to being some of the only working stiffs in the building who actually hold normal people hours.
Along those same lines, I managed to steal back my PS3 from my parents just before I left, and given the increased internet speeds and Jake and Doug being more available at night, it just makes more sense that I start off my work nights with something fun.
There’s typically more noise around here at night anyway due to my neighbor’s night visitors and the general commotion of what people living in this type of housing are up to, so I can easily sleep during the day.
Cats are nocturnal, right? This way Twig and I can hang out more. I’ve gotten real attached to wrinkly self.
Honestly, ever since leaving my parents’ place I’ve been starting to grow wary of people. You don’t really realize how much security you have living in an average middle class home until you don’t have it anymore. If I’m only up at night then there’s less people milling around outside when I go out. Less people means less opportunity for something bad to happen like… I dunno, getting mugged or something.
-Reed
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October 15th, 2008
I ran into this forum called Nocturnal Underground. Naturally, it's full of sun-loathing recluses and cynical misanthropes like me and seems like the perfect community to help support my new sleep schedule. I registered straight away and found the forum-dwellers to be very welcoming. It's not the most famous of internet destinations - more of a tight-knit hole in the wall for a very obscure subculture. There seems to be quite a mix of individuals there, from fellow coders like myself to these weird sort of goth vampire role-player types? People from all over the globe too with different threads that align with their own night cycles.
The one thing that binds us is that we all seem to share a general appreciation for societal disconnect, others who can't stand dealing with regular people. After all, it's these "regular” people who are telling me I don't have the right to smoke whatever substances I damn well please, as if it's any of their fucking business.
I'll let you all know how this whole nocturnal thing works for me. Peace out.
-Reed
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November 11th, 2008
I'm adjusting very well to my new lifestyle. I can already tell this is the way I should've been living all along. The internet is a far more interesting place during the night.
Everything has been fairly normal lately, except for one thing. Yesternight, after I was done with my weekly grocery run at the bodega, I came back to my shithole of an apartment, fed Twig and sat down at the ramshackle desk and chair I managed to find behind the back of one of the other buildings up the street. The owners of the place seem to be stripping it out and refurnishing it for new tenants. I hope this place doesn’t get gentrified or I might actually have to start looking for a real job to cover the rent increase.
Anyway, I sat down at my desk and saw a notif flashing for my Nocturnal Underground chat. It was still too early for some of the regulars to be on yet, and Douggie and Jake didn’t use the site so I was intrigued. Here it is, copied and pasted for your reading pleasure:
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To: TallNReedy89
From: TheOneWhoFeeds
Subject: Necrosleep.net
Congratulations TallNReedy89. You've been invited to an invitation-only website that will change your life forever. Discover what society doesn't want you to know at Necrosleep.net
Use your exclusive invitation code to enter: K.M.700
Find out what you've been missing your entire life.
Necrosleep.net
Necrosleep: Sleep like Death!
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Now I’m not a complete idiot, but I’ve always been curious by nature, that’s what got me into drugs coding subculture in the first place. Experiencing or participating in parts of the world that are a bit off-beat. Of course I knew this was almost certainly some junk mail credit card phishing bullshit. That being said, who doesn’t get a little laugh out of chasing those junk mail threads and seeing what sort of nonsense is on the other side. Again, at worst it was just some credit card scam, but seeing as it came through a message on an already shady website like Nocturnal Underground? I was intrigued.
So I clicked on the link and arrived at a completely empty black page, no menu, no search bar, nothing. The only thing that stood out was the text cursor blinking in the center, indicating that I could type. I presumed that this was where I was supposed to put in the invitation code, I was correct.
When the home page loaded, I immediately noticed that all of the text was in some sort of cyrillic alphabet-using language aside from the header which simply said "Necrosleep.net" with the tagline translated to “Sleep like death!” in English which I imagine was much more eloquent in the original Russian. My web browser automatically detected that the site was Russian and offered to translate it for me, so of course, I clicked yes.
Whoever made it was certainly not well versed in web design, as it had more in common with a bad Halloween prank page from the mid 90s than a decent, functional webpage. The background was black with toony sort of PS1 era blood splatters on it while haphazardly pasted gifs of maggots squirming around were dotted at various sizes throughout the page. In the background was something being said in a slavic language, I assumed Russian given the page translation, which just repeated on loop. The body of the page was still just black with white text littering it in an oh-so-generic Courier font. Under the title header was a row of red hyperlinks labeled as followed: Main, Purchase, Secret, and Credit. The main page read:
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Welcome to Necrosleep.net
This website is invitation-only. Selected visitors have exclusive access to our special product that will change your life forever.
Necrosleep is a product that safely negates the biological necessity of sleep, thanks to our miraculous secret formula. With one pill a day, you will never feel the need to sleep again.
Try it for yourself by clicking the purchase link. If Necrosleep doesn't change your life, we will offer you a complete refund.
Your astonishment is guaranteed.
Necrosleep: Sleep like Death!
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What a bold claim these people were making! There's no way this stuff actually works, otherwise everyone would be taking it. Obviously I was skeptical, and still am, but I snooped around the site a bit more. I mean, with the money I am making from my coding jobs, if I could work a few more hours daily I might be able to move out of this shithole into somewhere where I don’t constantly have to worry about roaches, bedbugs, and the millions of other little things waiting to kill Twig or I in our sleep. Some of the neighbors have been giving me extra anxiety lately too. I think they know that I know what the late night visitors are doing when they come over. I clicked the "Secret" hyperlink, which took me to another page. Here's the text from said page:
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Necrosleep is comprised of special and rare ingredients, which we cannot disclose in order to ensure that our formula stays in private hands. In order to keep our product available, it can only be distributed through alternative means on an exclusive basis. Though we cannot explicitly tell you the exact ingredients we can reassure you that the energy gained from Necrosleep is exclusively organic, and gained from natural plant sources.
The active ingredient in Necrosleep has been sought after for years by doctors and scientists intending to displace sleep with wakefulness.
We can assure you with full confidence that our product will change your life, and you will never feel need to sleep again.
Necrosleep: Sleep like Death!
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Alternative means? More like black market. Whatever's going on here doesn't appear to be legal, not that I’ve ever cared much for legality, but in this case maybe the law would be right. Broken clocks and all that.
Anyways, I continued on and clicked the "Credit" hyperlink. My heart skipped a little when I was confronted with honestly the most uncanny photo of a living person I've ever seen. It was an old black and white photo of a tall, stocky man in a doctor's coat. If he wasn't standing upright, I'd say the guy was dead, but my guess is that he was just cadaverously unhealthy, and nearing if not already completely blind from the looks of his milky, lifeless eyes. Not a trace of emotion could be found in his sagging face.
There was a small bit of text below the photo, which read as follows:
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Credit for the pioneering of Necrosleep goes to the brilliant Dr. Pyotr Vladimirovich Demikhov, proxy of our master and founder of the Russian Institute of Occult Medicine. His work lives on.
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Maybe I've been watching too much X-files, but this isn't your typical snake oil sales pitch. Normally those tend to do a lot more with enlarging your dick with medical advice coming from some “well respected” TV doctors. Maybe they're part of some new age religious cult or something, maybe one of the vampire role-players from Nocturnal Underground would know more, seems like something they would be into. I admit I was slightly creeped out, mostly by the picture, but fascinated. I clicked the "Purchase" hyperlink, out of mere curiosity once again.
Turns out each pill costs some absurd amount of Rubles, which I found was equal to about 130 US dollars per pill. Absolutely fuckin’ insane. I get that these things are meant to be able to cure you of sleeping but that still seems absurd, especially if the dosage is once a day. Looking around my shitty apartment and my instant noodle stash I had to keep wrapped up in a fortress of plastic bags to keep from the bugs getting to them, I closed out the page. There goes that idea.
Again, I’m guessing the whole thing is just some credit card scam for the obscenely desperate, probably a waste of time to look more into. Either way, it made my day more interesting than it normally would've been.
-Reed
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November 13th, 2008
I posted a thread on Nocturnal Underground about the mystery user who sent me the strange PM. I found myself wanting to know more about this whole Necrosleep.net thing, so as a part of my investigation, I sought to find out who the user was. Here's a transcript of the forum thread:
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TallNReedy89: Hey guys, I hope I'm not disrupting the order of things by posting this in the Trolling and Harassment section, I didn't know where else to put it. I figured this incident of mine might qualify as a spam case if other people are getting the same advertisement message I am. Basically, the other day I got a PM from a user I've never seen before called TheOneWhoFeeds, and the message was an advertisement for some sorta supplement. Has anyone seen this user on the forums before? I sure haven't. If you have any information that'd be great.
Cosmic_Trashbin: I don't recognize the username. He must be fairly new or just inactive. What were the exact contents of the message? We could probably get an admin to ban him for advertising.
TallNReedy89: Here's a screencap of the message. [Message.jpg]
Cosmic_Trashbin: Strange. Did you actually go to the website? I hope not, it's probably infested with viruses. Lol
XxElviraSlutxX: Just tried going there. It's just a black screen. Teh invite code didn't work either ┗( T﹏T )┛ it just gave me a box that said invalid IP. ⚆_⚆
TallNReedy89: Of course I went there. I couldn't resist.
Thuglyfe4lyfe: Doesn't work for me either. Invalid IP.
Cosmic_Trashbin: Can you get some screenshots of the site? You've sparked my interest.
TallNReedy89: Here you are. The page was initially in Russian so I had my browser translate it. [Main.jpg] [Purchase.jpg] [Secret.jpg] [Credit.jpg]
There’s also some music or something being played in the background which I assume is also in Russian? I’m not sure though
XxElviraSlutxX: Looks shady as fuuuuuck. Can u get a recording of teh song? <( _ _ )>Maybe one of teh dudes from teh Russia thread can make out what it is? (^人^) ?
Cosmic_Trashbin: Wow. Don't even mess with it, you're asking for trouble just by clicking the link. You're probably being keylogged as we speak.
XxElviraSlutxX: Not 2 mention teh product they're selling is probably laced with cyanide, rat shit, turbo AIDS, ya know, teh usual. o(*^＠^*)o
Cosmic_Trashbin: If he's stupid enough to buy it, well, the gene pool is better off without him anyways.
XxElviraSlutxX: Never trust a Russian. (▔▀ ‿ ▔▀ )ლ ▂▂⌇
Thuglyfe4lyfe: I'm Russian and I find that offensive.
XxElviraSlutxX: U just said u were Azian last week, make up ur mind. >_<
TallNReedy89: I leave this thread for 5 minutes and everyone loses their shit. Of course I'm not going to mess with it, these supposed miracle pills are $130 each anyways. Who do you think I am, Johnny Cash?
Thuglyfe4lyfe: Just because his name was Johnny Cash doesn't mean he was rich or had lots of cash or whatever.
XxElviraSlutxX: Ofc he was rich, u dum piece of shit, he's Johnny Fuckin’ Cash. (¬_¬")
TallNReedy89: Before this thread deteriorates any further, let me just say I've put tape over my webcam just in case something slipped past my antivirus, but it's probably just a credit card scam or something. I'll do some research on it tomorrow, the sun's been up for three hours.
Cosmic_Trashbin: I'll contact one of the admins about this. Spam isn't tolerated here.
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I got a message later on from HGWishingWells (one of the admins) saying that the user TheOneWhoFeeds doesn't exist in the database, and that the only way I could've received the message is if the mail client was bypassed somehow. Somebody hacked the system just to send me a spam message.
-Reed
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November 20th, 2008
I finally got around to Googling Necrosleep. The results were mostly irrelevant YouTube channels and defunct '90s screamo bands from the looks of it, but I noticed among the garbage results a link to a post on FastMD.com. The preview said, "Does anyone know if this Necrosleep stuff actually works?" So I clicked on it, only to be directed to a page stating "The post you're looking for has been deleted and no longer exists." I should have known. Nothing can ever be easy.
I returned to the results, and had to scan over several pages of them before finally running into an old gaming forum thread where the website Necrosleep.net was mentioned. This time, the post hadn't been deleted. In the middle of a conversation about maximizing crop production in some medieval strategy game, one of the users claimed to have taken Necrosleep in order to tend to his virtual farm 24 hours a day.
Needless to say, the other forum patrons were highly skeptical. The guy posted a link to Necrosleep.net in an attempt to back up his claim, ultimately failing to convince them because the site was bound to his IP address. He also had the same invitation code as me (K.M.700) leading me to believe that it's just a formality intended to make you feel special. But that doesn't explain how and why this strangers’ IP and mine were singled out.
The stranger then claimed that there was irrefutable proof of his ceaseless wakefulness in his in-game score. In relation to the length of time his account had existed, his score was excessively high. So high, in fact, that it would have been impossible for him to attain such a high score unless he was actually telling the truth or cheating.
Despite all that, they attributed his accomplishment to an automatic bot program that operated the game for him during the night. Since cheating in this way is against the game rules, his account was promptly banned, according to the moderator at the end of the thread. Sure enough, in little red letters below his forum avatar were the words "Banned for bot abuse, 8/12/2000." And who can blame the mods? I certainly still doubt there is a drug that can do such a thing and I’ve been on the receiving end of the message.
I couldn't find any more relevant results for Necrosleep or Necrosleep.net other than what I've just told you. I guess if I were buying fanciful cult speed, I’d probably try to bury it pretty deep online or even in the dark web if I had access.. I'm just dying to know what their real motives might be, 'cause I could think of a million better ways to steal someone's credit card number or peddle dick pills online. It could be a prank, but if that post is true then this has been going on since 2000 at least. Perhaps some jokes just never die.
Speaking of jokers, I think Jake is at the door. There was a big blowout at the neighbors the other day, the ones with the night visitors and I’ve been a bit afraid to go out since then in case they want to implicate me in some way to blackmail me or something. Jake is by far the scariest dude I know so I figured they wouldn’t bother him. Sent him some money to pick me up some groceries.
Welp, gotta go!
-Reed
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November 21st, 2008
I got another PM from TheOneWhoFeeds. Knowing now that this person bypassed the military-esque security of the Nocturnal Underground just to find me? The skepticism that I had with the first message has turned slightly fearful since then. Here is the message I received:
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To: TallNReedy89
From: TheOneWhoFeeds
Subject: Necrosleep.net/backdoor
Congratulations TallNReedy89. You've been selected to receive a free 50 day trial of Necrosleep. Claim your exclusive reward at Necrosleep.net/backdoor
Find out what you've been missing your entire life, risk free.
Necrosleep.net/backdoor
Necrosleep: Sleep like Death!
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I looked at Twig resting beside my keyboard and petted her little leathery noggin as she gave a small chorus of cat activation noises. I thought about again being able to work longer hours to get myself out of this place. It would be nice to actually feel somewhat safe going out at night again, or even to just not have to check my boxes of stale discount cereal for roaches before pouring myself some.
Bracing myself for whatever scam was coming my way, I clicked the link. I was taken to a page asking for my address, nothing more. I thought about it carefully, knowing full well that these people likely probably didn’t have the best of intentions but if I didn’t enter my credit card info and used only my PO Box it should be fine right? Them sending me some junk mail or faulty pills? The point is that I'll finally know what they want from me.
I entered the address.
-Reed
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November 23rd, 2008
I decided to go back to the thread I posted on Nocturnal Underground and let people know what's up. They reacted about as well as I’d imagined:
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TallNReedy89: Well guys, it happened again. Look at the attachment. [Message2.jpg]
Cosmic_Trashbin: Don't tell me you clicked on this one too.
TallNReedy89: I did. Then it asked me for my address. But don't worry. I only entered my PO box.
Cosmic_Trashbin: Are you out of your goddamn mind?!
TallNReedy89: I wouldn't be surprised if HGWishingWells sent me these weird messages just to stir up some controversy around here.
HGWishingWells:
Neither would I... ;)
Cosmic_Trashbin: The mystery has been solved. Everybody go home.
HGWishingWells: In all seriousness, I had nothing to do with this. I swear on my great grandmother's life!
TallNReedy89: Swearing on the life of a dead person isn't exactly the most convincing way to plead.
Cosmic_Trashbin: I think the joke's gone far enough. HG, did you do it or not?
HGWishingWells: I really didn't do it. The admins and I were genuinely perplexed when we saw where the message came from. Or should I say, where the message DIDN'T come from. It was certainly not from any registered user on the inside.
XxElviraSlutxX: If they actually send you the pills, are you going to take them? You couldn't pay me a million bucks to try that shit. (￣_￣|||)
Cosmic_Trashbin: I can personally guarantee you that stuff is too good to be true. Nothing can make you stay awake forever.
HGWishingWells: I agree with Cosmic. Don't take this any further.
TallNReedy89: Even if they do send me the pills and it's not just junk mail, I'm not going to take it. Do you really think I'm that stupid? I probably won't update this thread anymore, so follow my blog if you want to know what's up with me. The link's on my profile.
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Well, we pretty much ruled out the possibility that it's a prank by the admins. I don't think HGWishingWells would carry on a joke this long or lie about it if they were. And even if one of the other admins were to prank me, I can't imagine they would do it with some Russian supplement pitch. It’s all just a little too strange.
-Reed
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December 12th, 2008
Last night, I had Jake deliver the mail and some groceries to my doorstep in exchange for some coding work on his Flash site. I'll do just about anything to avoid leaving my apartment at this point. I fell for some ding dong ditch shit the other day from one of the neighbor kids and Twig got into the hall. I chased her around the building for round about a half hour, praying that she wouldn’t find her way out the front door of the building and onto the street, before I got her back in. One of the neighbours, already three sheets to the wind at fuckin’ 3pm threw an empty bottle and slurred something surely devastating at me as I walked with the bundled up Twig back to my apartment. I hate this place.
But onto what you guys are really here for: I received an envelope with no return address. 3 guesses as to who it’s from. I plopped down on my unmade bed as far away from the sleeping Twig (she curled up on my bed as soon as I closed the door) as possible so as not to wake her up. The envelope was old. Very old, like it'd been sitting in a dusty attic for decades. You know those tea stained pages you might have made to look like parchment in a middle school presentation? Like that but real. Inscribed on the inside of the small envelope was "Necrosleep: Смерть сна" and a word of advice on storing the packet in a cool, dark place for maximum potency. The words appeared to have been stamped onto the envelope rather than printed.
I fished around the packet, and sure enough, there were 50 black pills inside, only slightly more crude than what you might get from your local pharmacy. Now before you all start freaking out, I'm NOT going to take these until I can dig up some more reliable information on them. Maybe they were only caffeine pills but I’d still like to know a bit more about what is in them before I actually put them in me, at least so I have something to tell the paramedics should I need to call them.
The question is, why would they send me the pills if they don't actually work? Surely they must want my money, which they wouldn't get after a failed trial. So maybe they actually work? I dunno what’s going on but I am now more curious than ever.
-Reed
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Dec 15th, 2008
It just occurred to me that I completely overlooked something. I never researched Dr. Pyotr Vladimirovich Demikhov, the guy who apparently had something to do with Necrosleep. I looked him up and didn’t find anything but I did find someone with a similar name who might have some connection.
The article states that a Dr. Vladimir Petrovich Demikhov (who I’ll call V.D.) was a Russian scientist and physician. He claimed to have been directly involved in the experiments portrayed in a 1940 motion picture, which documented Soviet research into the resuscitation of clinically dead organisms. Here's an excerpt from the article:
Experiments in the Revival of Organisms
The motion picture "Experiments in the Revival of Organisms" depicts various disturbing medical experiments conducted on canines, one of which involves keeping a dog's decapitated head alive with a primitive autojector machine that supplied it with oxygenated blood.
The operations in the film were credited to Dr. Sergei Brukhonenko. However, V.D. incessantly claimed to be the one who really conducted the experiments and invented the autojector, and that they only credited Brukhonenko because Demikhov’s other experiments were seen as too macabre for a public let alone international audience to be aware of. I guess the Soviets thought it would make them look even worse?
From there his work seems to have been picked up by our good doctor Dr. Pyotr Vladimirovich Demikhov (who I’ll call P.D.) who was rumored to have pioneered a variety of cures for major conditions such as narcolepsy and epilepsy through partial brain transplant and selective brain component removal. The results, however, were not published in a scientific manner, and therefore the majority of his alleged accomplishments were unverifiable. The number of people he supposedly cured of various incurable afflictions between 1950 and 1960 was in the thousands. Attempts to replicate his documented remedies ultimately failed, leading most to believe he was practicing pseudoscience.
The Lenin Prize was awarded to Dr. Brukhonenko for the autojector, while P.D. remained in relative obscurity. It wasn't until they discovered footage from all of his morbid human experiments that they his name really drops off entirely in any record. I found some reference saying that his office was raided by party officials and the evidence, including research notes, were burned.
It is believed by some that Dr. Demikhov has a following to this day, and that his miracle cures are still being practiced and peddled from Russia and Ukraine. Some claim to have received mysterious emails and offers pertaining to Dr. Demikhov's work; all investigations revealed no evidence to support these claims.
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I'll admit this stuff unnerves me. Morbid human experiments aren't exactly pleasant things to think about but it seems to me this guy was just doing what was necessary to advance his research? Maybe he really was on to something? Maybe his cures couldn't be replicated because they were so advanced? I wonder if anyone ever tried to carry on his work. I don't really know. All I know is that I received one of these mysterious offers that supposedly don’t exist outside the realm of hearsay.
Maybe there's something to this. Maybe I really was selected to receive a gift too great for the masses. Maybe they were dead serious when they said this would change my life.
But why me?
-Reed
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December 20th, 2008
I'm holding one of the pills in my hand, ready to take it. I've been thinking hard about this. I know it's not the safest thing to do, but a life worth living requires risk. Again, with the extra time that I’ll have I should be able to save up enough money to get me and Twig outta this hellhole. She’s sleeping all balled up under my hoodie, I think it’s her fave spot because I keep her warm since she’s hairless n all. She deserves better than this drafty rat’s nest of a place.
But after I’m done and outta here, I can find myself something a bit more stable and ween off this stuff. If it’s a medical invention surely there’s some other medical invention or process that can help me get offa it when I’m through with it. If this turns out badly, well, I guess I'll worry about that if it happens. Douggie and Jake know that if anything happens to me they get to divvy up my stuff and Douggie has personally said he would take care of Twig. We had a conversation about all of it after the bastard-that-threw-the-bottle-at-me’s girlfriend? (Wife? Side chick? who knows...) was standing in the hall the other day having a shouting match with other tenants, threats of cutting off bits and pieces of their man or something.
Truthfully though, it’s not just my money situation, I am wildly curious as to what these things actually do. What sorta business just sends free mystery pills across the globe and what effects do they have? Who knows, maybe it’s just spent tea leaves and tar or whatever.
There's only one way to find out.
-Reed
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