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How I Met Zalgo
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How I Met Zalgo

Hello, I don't have much time, but, I met Zalgo. I am afraid I will be the next victim of this... thing. It is unimaginably horrible, but infact, it is not a land creature. No, it is not. It's slaves are, it can take over your body, your soul, everything.

I only have an artists represenatation to show you, but, it is the best I can do to show you, but to tell you

I̦̟̽̊̽ ̞͈͔̞͚̝̔ͪ̽̎̐̚a̺̟̹̼̪̩̳͆͑ͭ͆m̙̎͂̑̐ ̣̟̫̼͒ͧ̓n̩̲͌̋̈́ͯ͌͂o̼̻̞̱͕͓̼̬̿t̻͎͓̤̜ͫ̋ͬͯ͑͐̇̾ ͎͈̭ͩͪͭ̅̚s̫̯̗̳̞̗̞͗ͩͮͧ́ͦ̄ͮu̥̼͇ͮͫ̌͆r͉͎̤̼̬̋ͯ̐ͬͬḛ̦̪̌̆̋ͮͩ̔͆ͅ,̫̱̙͓̻̱͍̰̯ͯͩ ̲̱̦͓̔ͣ̊̊̊͊͒ͅâ̭͈̘̗̹̬͙ͧ̄̊̄ͤ̿̚l͉̤̱͚̗ͣ͂̈́ͨ̒ͦ̇ľ̖̞̟͔̤̥̻̱̼̍̓ͦ ͎͖͇͖̭̿͆̓ͦ̓̃͒ͩ̽I̝͖̯͖͖͓̔̎̐̔ͪ̾͌̚ͅ ̩͚̩̪̫̓̉̈ͅc̫͉̫̍͗a͓̤̰͔͕̬̝̾̓̐n͙͕̙̦̹̻͍̯ͫ̋ ͇̯̞͙͎͚ͪ̂s̭̬͉̹̳͗̄̒͐̈́̈́ͩ͂e͇̝͖̲̱̳͇̫̞̽e̜̳͋̅͌͐ͣ̎̂̂ ̮̤̲̘̥̘̉ͫ͗̆ȉ̹͉͉̘̟̝ͯ͊̔s̤̅ͤ ̮̤̙̹̉͂̈i̟̥̺͑̊ṫ̞̳̀́̒̂͋ ͇̤͈̞͑̉͊̿̌̏ͯ̒̀s̳͓̠̫̾ͅẗ̪̻̱͈̞̮̤ͮ̂̈́͐̒ā̠̼͈̣̯̜ͤͥ͂̓r͕͓͕͓̔͆̋ͮͤͅẗ̹͚̜̭͎̬ͯͦ͐̊̇́ͩè̳̯̣̮̫̠̝̼̽̅́̒̿ͪd̹̰͉̘̮̒̑̏ͅ ͍̆ͥi̘̹̣͇̪͒n̜̼ͦͧͦ ̝͇͍̞͙̪̦̹̎̉́̀̋̀ͫt͕͔̬̹͓̟ͩ̒ͅh̠͙͚͇̝̪̯̜̽̾̒e͉̞̫̞̗͎͂ͧ ̗̩̞̟̣̭̠͗̽̊͐m̰̞̰̹ͦ̑̓ḯ̝̗̜͚̗̫̣̤̉͂͛̊ͅd̰͉̯̥͋̔̑ͦ̀ͧ̓d͙͓̟̜̜̗̺͔̉̅ͣͯͣ͊̾̔ͧl̬̼̟̰̦̭̖̮̋̊̉͛̀͒ͦé̟͕̳̐ ̪̆̍̑̎ȍ̠͇͗̈́ͧ̂ͅf̬̟̜̟̦̟͕̬̭ͯ̇ ͖̜̘͔̿ͥ̃̒̇ͅa̯̞̮͕̍ͭͪ̿ ͍̲͓ͬ̓̑ͅb̗͖̜̬̞̦̟͓ͩ̾o̬͕͔͊ͤ͐̄̓̓͐̓ͅa̩͗̒̽ͬͣ́t̹͆ͬ̇͒ ͙͇̱̠̩̠̺͇̞ͨ̄̓ͥ̆n͈̝̥͙͈̊̓́̉̆ͅe̫͐ͣà͎͈̰͈̩̗̠̉͊r̗̯͚̻͕̟̆͛͂̍̉̏̅ ͈̖̋̀͗̄ͨͦ̒h̗̥̻͎͙ͭͬ̔̅̂̏͋ā̳̙̜͆̃ͮȋ̼̠̟̹ͭ͋t̼͕̻ͯ̔i̦̘͇̩̳̦̩͔ͭ̇̊̽̍ͪ̀,͙͔̠̱̪̮̥ͩ̌ ͎̀ͫ͊ͮ̔ỉ͇̺̞͈̥̠̱̦̃͌̚n̙͔̝̫͎̪̎ͅ ̲͈̥̠͕̓̿̊͛̉͛t̥̻͐ͦ̾̏ͧ̀̆̋h̜̳̜ͣ͑ͅé͓̫̟̼̭̯̤͔̫̾̒̌̎ ̤ͫ̅̉́ͭ̚s̖͒̔́̄̈́ò̰̩̖͈̑͂̉͌͛͊ͬũ̼̹̖̲͙͇̭̮̔ͮͅt̪̿ͣ̒͛h̠͕̬̥̘̒̔͛ͣ͒ͥ̄e̥̮̟̎̎r̤͕͚̱̬̉ͧ̆̉n̥̬̥̬̰ͫ̾͗̽̅͗͑̂ͅ ̺̫̰̖̰̹̩̈́̐̄̈́ͮ́̈́t̼͍̮̱̰̐͋ͬͦi̼̖̝̍̐͂͆͂ͦ͛ͣ̇p̟̺͉̪͕̳̭̃ͯ ̲̬͈̲̘̐o̳̮̙͙̤̣̹͍͌̎̆̓f͉̖͙̲̰͔̄̊ ͈̞͈̠̮ͯ̅̃̑͌i̩̱̥͓̯̙̇̒̾ͨ̋̂̾̌ͅṭ̪̥͙̲͙͓ͬͩ͑,͈̼̻͈ͣ̊͂͆ͤͮ ̰ͣ͒ͭ́͋̓̌̄̅t̟̭̯ͣ̄̀̈ǒ̤͎͔̞͚̖̰̞͑ ̼̥̮̟̣̂ͭ̎͛͊̽b̝̟̬̩͉̐ͥ̏ͥ̑ͯ͂̈́e̤̝ͤ̐̎̃͑̓̔͂̎ ̜͓͖͎͎̱ͧ̿̐̐ē̱̼̋̽̓ͦ̇x̲̱̳͉̖̼̏̈̈́͗ͪa̜̠̪͙͚ͣ̆ͦͣ͋͑̀c̪̮̦ͯ̽̑t͕̎̎̽̑.̗̯̩̯͕̼̟ͭ͆͂ͨ̐ͅ ̞̟̪̰͛̓ͩ̽ͭ̊ͧ̽ͪI̯̜̟̩͋̏ͮ͋̓ͯ́̔̽ͅt͍͉͉͌͗̉́̓̓ͥ ̗̻̹͎͓̑̆͛͋̔c̻̥̜̎̎̾ͤ̀̽͐ả͉͕̻̳̫̦̮͉͕̆́ͮ̈͆ͣ͑m̼̮̰͔̭͔̤͌ͯͫ̓̈̅̊̓e̟̯̎͋͊ͪ,͍̩̠͓̈̒̈́̾ͧ̌ ̟̱̰̳ͦͩ̂̒̃a͖͉̝̞̣̙̟͑̒ͥͦ̈ͣͭ̎n̩͉̗̼͖̪̮̰ͬ̾͑d̥̲̗͛͆̈́͛ͧ̇͋ͨ ̱̗̰͕͕̼̺͚͐͒͆͛̾ͥi̠͔͗͋ͯ̎ͭ̐̃ͨ̓t̤̭͇̯̰͚ͤͩ̿̿̓.̺̟̱̞͕̼̏̒̓̾͑̃̂̍̌.̟̇͂ͥ̈ͯ̈̓̀.͙̳͊̈́̋ͨ̅ͩ̈́̇.͓̜̣̯̮͍̏a̰̺̩̤̲ͯͣ̈̈̾ͣͨͩn̞̫̪͙͚̬̼ͬ̋ͨ̎d̜̖̻̦͙̍ͦͫ̏ ̩̲͕̳̦͖̤̮̘̓̊̌ͧ̚̚ȉ̜̬̟̯͍̩̙̊͒̈̔̎̚t̟̭̭͍̗̬͛.̣̦̟̭ͣͣ.̤̅̓̈́͐ͭ̈́̓̒̓.͈̞̱̬̲̀̂ͣ̐̽.̱͔ͫ̆.̟̤̳ͭ̀ͧ͂̇͛ ̠̪͚̟̩̻͗̆ì̠̤́̍ͨt̩̜̼̘̄̍ͬ ̟̘͆̎a̬̤̹̬͚̝̦͂̐̄̏͐ͩͪ͑t͕̬̤̬̣̥ͨͦ̒̌̐ͤ̋͊ͦe̜̫͚̫̋̔ͥ͆̄̑ͭ ̜̬̎ͯ̇t̖͎̋ͧ͛̃̍̒͆h̝͖̯̩̖̻̑ͤ̈́e̜̣̱̯̟͈͇̝ͣ͋̒͋̄̍̓̊ ̞̮̄͌́̈́ͮc̳̣̻̺̠̲̳ͯ̑̅ͅr̠͔̮͙̳͚͒͋̌̽͗̔̀ͧë̹͉͚̪̟́ͫ̂w̯̮͎̙̜̋ͨ̇̿͑̐̓'̰̞̟͕̹̜̉̌ŝ̯̪̦͍͙ͣ̓̓́̍ͩͅ ̠̙̺̣̌ͦ̇̚s̪͖͚̹͎ͯͦ̍̈́ͦͪͬȏ̠̥ͪ̉͋ͬͦ̃ͬu̖͚̫ͬ̓̍l̮̫̘̹̼̗̜̳͉ͫ̽ͯs̬̪̳ͭ.͓̱̻̜͉̞̤̳̪̄̅̿ͣ͋

 

I am sorry, I can't really tell you more about the encounter, but I can tell you where it came from,

it came from A̓̓ͦ̀͊̒͝҉̼͕̘̬̦̰̱̣̹̮̞̟̱̙̟̪̖͎͓ ̛̐̓́ͯ̓̂̑̌̈́͗̄ͫͬͤͯ͠͞҉͙͚͍͍͔̹̱̺͔̺͈͈̞͙N̈̓ͬ͋̾̅͒̐̆̑͏͉̣̳e̮̤̥̫̯̪̲͓͓͚̥͈̖̫̟̍̄͗ͤ̒̋̂ͧ̆̌̀̕b̸̧͕͕͓̝̫̤͍̩̳͌ͤ̈́ͯ͊ͬ͆͌̈ͮ̊ͨͪ̉̓̈͜͡ͅr̷̤͔̩̬̦̜͆ͧ̀̿͒̑ͯ͛̑̅͊ͬ͜͢a̡̭̤̼̗̪̰̲̬̯͇̜̜̬̟̦̘̗̥̽̇ͮ̄̍̓̄͗̅̒̎̅ͫͫ́̚̕͢͢s̐͆͊ͣ͆̊̉͑̎͛̀͏͇̞̝̻̲̞͙̼͇̦̙̭̱̜̩͙̝̲ḳ̸̢̯̦̻͖̗̯̬͇̙͇̓̋̍̑̂̃̓ͥͬͫ̓̈͘͞a͌ͫ͐̅ͥ͞͏̬̤͖̖̭̳̤̩ ̨͖̰̬̬͇́̈͛̑̿̀ͯ͆̔́̏ľ̡̏͋͗̃ͫ͑͢͏͔̥̮͕͈̞̖̠̪͚͕̼̳̙̟͖̗a̴̧̛͕̼̮̩̜͇͖ͩ̽ͧͫͣ̑́̄͐b̛ͮ̌͂ͪ̆ͤͦ̊̅҉̸͈̤̝̬̫̦̜̳͙̲̮̹̦̱͍́ͅͅͅ,͈̬̺̳̖͔̲̹͎̮̭̟͙̠̼͙̘̪͔̍̌̔͆͗̀͢ ̴̷̯̹̼̹͂̏͑̄͋ͭͯ̓͒̇̅ͤ͊͆̓̚͟͢ẁ̑̀ͥ̿ͯ̚͏̵҉̥͇͈̮̹̬̱͔̫͇̗͉̙̯̬͍̞͔́ḩ͇͙͕̪̪̯̱͖͕̰͕̫̥̞̯͖̳͋ͯ͑̅ͭ̒͛̇ͨͦ̉̉̑̒̓́ͅͅe̎͌ͦ͊͋̅͜͏̡̭͈̳̰̳́͢r̆͊͊́ͬ͢͏͎̺͎̲̥͇̙͍͔̯͖̭̬͉̟̣̱ͅͅe̷̢̳̲̻̖̰̝̤̓̉̌͒͌̀̕͟ͅ ̴̓ͥ̃̄̾̿ͫͬ̽ͩͫͯ͒̀ͩ͊̐̚̚͡҉҉͕̪̪͈͈͚̙̯͚ͅp̐̓͗ͦ̔ͪ̈̍͋̾ͫ͌̓ͫ̚͏̵̫͎̥̙̠̫͈̕͠ȓ͉͈̮̜͇̠̫̦̣͚̋ͭ̀͠ô̵̝̼͚̗̤͍͍͚͙̰̲̗̦̫͉̖̝̬̈́͂̑͗̓̃̓̽͑ͦ̕ͅj̶̡̞̝͓̤͉͇̦̟͇̖͖͂́͌̈͛̔̀ͯ̎̆͑̓̏͌̔ͨ͢e̦͙̟̺̝͖̖͌ͩ͒̅̈͟͠c̴̥̘̩͎̘͖̄̎ͩͪ̌ͤ̚͘t̸̜͉̤͖͓̟̬̗̺͂̋̅͌̈́̔̐͛́ ̷̴̧̛̝̰̙̘̗̤̦̪̙̳̯̫͉̝̞͍̭̖̑͊̆͌͗͑̓̍̓ͮ͌Z̸̸̷̧̗̠̣̣̱̥̲͎̯͎̞̯̎̍̽̔̀å̢̛͇̭͙̞̩̞͚̖̹̞̙̜͙͓̘̳̥̞ͩ̇̓̆̊l̡̯͇̹̦͍̤̥̠͖̗̠͕̖͈̈̊ͣ̃ͣ͐ͧ͗̓ͪͬ͒̔̚͟͡͡g̷̡̝̳̬̱̮̫̙͛̈̃̇ͫ͂ͭ̚͜ǫ̡̭͔̬̪̪̦̩͉͕̻͙̃ͯ̓̋͊͜͡͡ͅ ͐ͯͥ͒̾͗͋ͬ͋͂̏͢͏̸̲̻̳̼͉͈̦̪̥̬͙̪͕̺͚̭̪̕͟wͮͫ̏ͬ͒̍̏ͪ͛͌ͥ̀͏͍͕͇̠̻́͝á̷̷̴̬̩̞͔̦̱̤ͣͪ̓̿̽̊ͭ́ͯ͜͢ş̟̘̙̱̍͛̾̐̓̓̈́̍͗͠ ̡̓ͦ͆̇̇̔ͪ͏̜̦͍̟̦̦̘͈͇͉̥͘ͅţ̷̪̫͎͙̩̤͕̏͗̇ͦ̀ͦͯ͢͢͡h̡̡͎̯͕̹̳͕̽̾̓̒ͧ̈́̿́ͨ͐ͫͯ̈̊ͬ̽́̎͑͠͡ȩ̸̡̲̦̳̳͚̥̞͋͂ͥͦ̆ͤ̄̈̚͞͝ ̡̖̭̱͔̫̹͔̹̻͊̐͊ͪ̐̐̀ͪ́͛̆́͌̈͐̏͘s͚͉̯̝̘͉̭͖͙̟͚͈̄ͧ̐̈́̓́̃ͦ͗̑̓ͨ͑ͬ̈̿͢ī͎̫̭̳͉͓̳̫͍̒ͭ̒ͩ̄ͨ͒̀ͨ̃ͯ̾̈̀͘͢͞͠s̉̀ͬ̅̈̂́ͯ͘҉͔̮̱͔̥͝t̸̢̬̙̺͔̗̯̝̯͓̯͙̤̊̉̒̋̍͝ͅę̴̴̵̙͔̮͖͇̱͔̲̱̗̝͋͗̓̂̈́̂͆ͪ̾̅̾̍̀r̸̡̡̻̤̣͉̠̱̹͍̠̹̰̱͙̬ͬͥ́̆̀̓ͭ̀͆͑ͧ̆̍̅̓̄̓͢ͅ ̨̛͈̖̯̲̤͇̠̖̰͔̰͕͍̳͆ͯͧ̏͆̄̔̏ͭ̉͂ͅp̶̸͍͇̱̲͚̮͙͔͖͓̪͖̪̠̪̥̩̪͔ͨ͊ͪ̌͌̈́͢r̵̢̧̢̝̩͇̟͚̫̩̻̫̻̤͖̣̝͉͖̔̒̈͗ͬ̍́ͩ̂ͤ̄̉̈̚̚͟ó̸̤̤̟̥̎̑̊͌̑̈ͫ̏ͦͦ̍ͮ̈́̓̚͟͜͝ĵ͊̒̓͋͂ͩͩͩͫ͗̿ͣͭ͏̩͉̥͎̺͓͕͍̞̰̻͍͈͝͞ë̸̳̥͔͕̩̺̘͍̮̰ͫ́̎ͫͭ̊͒̋̄́͊͂ͧ̅ͦ̋̚͠͞ͅc̢̛̬̠̼̥͐͐͑̇ͧ̒ͧ͐ͥ̉̔̀̚t͋̅ͧͤ̽̌̓ͥ͌̒̓̔ͥ̚͏̸͓̗̯̰̪̠͕̺͙̣̙̦̳͢͞͠ͅ ̶̨͍͖͕̲͐ͧ̌ͤ̈́̀̿ͥ͛ͭ̑̾ͯ̚͜͡o̢̖̣͕͓̗̼̟͔̟̞͙̩̭̹̭̦͐̈́͂́̋ͦ́ͥ̌́̾̑͑̕͡f̡̎̆̌͂ͩͪ̌̿ͨ̏ͦͧͭ҉̷͓̤̩͖̬̼̱̥͓͕̺̞̜̝̦̱̖͢͠ ͊ͪ͊ͣͩ͐͋̅ͭ҉̷̡̮͖͈͇̫͍̤̺͖̳͓͙̫̗̣͈͜͞ͅṕ̛̛̯̳̗̏̉ͥ̆͒͛̌ͯ̐̚̕͟͟ͅr̴̢̲̜̣̼̱̱̤͚̖̮̤̻̓͌́ͮ̿ͅͅò̢̧̦̫͔͉̺̯̭͚͓͕̺̞̘̜̤͔ͯ̏ͫ̆͂̏͊̀̒͐̔͗ͦ́͢͜j̛̹͔̝̱̤̙̈́̌̓͒͌̏͆̂̑ͬ͆̅ͧę͉͓͓̦̘̜̫̱̱͚͓̪ͨ̋̇ͩ̀̋͐͐̅͋̎̒̒̄͆̉̀̚̚͟͞c̆͌̾̐ͯ̎̚҉̸̸̡̟͈̦̲̲̮̻͎̬͟ţ̺̣͙̙̰͉̠͚̜́ͣ̾ͪ̆̓ͩ̿ͤ̿͋́͒ͥ̚̚͝ ̛̝̩̮̣͚̼̗̼̳͈̥̩̝͉͊ͤ͑̎̈ͤ́̅͑̊̍́̀Ḿ̧̘̺̬̻͎̬̙̬̳͕̖ͬ̌̆ͤͪ̎͌ͮ̂̋̍̈̌͗̚̕͟͟͡ẻ̢̯̘̹̦̱̘͍̤͚͍̀̈́̅ͧ́͊̇͐ͯ́ͪ͂͟͠d̴̨̲̪̱̞̹̼̼͖̼͙͇̘̳ͣ̈́ͦͩ͋͒ͥͧ̓ͫ̉̏̍̚ͅu̶̧ͯ̒ͫͨ̉̔̋̔͡͏̡̱̫͉̠͙̙̙̗̬̹̩ͅs̖̜͇͔̗̹͕ͪ͌̈́̉ͨͮͮ̅ͯͫ̚̚͢͟͜a̡̢̭̳̪̼̺̙̍͂̐ͩ̓͒͒ͭͬͤ̅͐͆̇͂͘͞ͅͅ/

 

Nobody is safe from Zalgo, no one.

Not you, not your friends, not your family.. most certainly not me... nobody.

Don't you understand? The end times are coming, the voices, they speak to me, they... they.... I can't take this, I must end it.

 

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The paper contained in this package was found in the room of Zackary Paige. His body wasn't found, but atleast a gallon of blood is all over the walls and floor. One of our staff had to excuse himself due to nasuea.

The only things in his room that survived this apparant homicide was his computer, which contained only two files,one known as Zalgo.avi, which we haven't reviewed yet, and the other known as Help.txt, which is above.

 
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