So, I mentioned in my earlier post that sleeping has been shitty for me as of late. The last two weeks have been tumultuous to say the least and as I finally get into a normal sleep regimen, my body feels somewhat sick. I’ve had a reoccurring headache the last three days and have been averaging 5 hours a night (which is actually a huge improvement from what my sleep schedule looked like this past month lol).
Suffice it to say my more negative, stressful dreams have been surfacing and last night’s was a reoccurring one that leaves me melancholy for a good while during the day.
This particular dream has to do with me forgetting that it’s Halloween and I scramble at last minute to put something together before I miss the holiday entirely. Usually it ends up where I just don’t make it, and by the time I have decorations up and things together, it’s the middle of the night and the holiday is virtually over. Which, if you’ve been reading my blog, would make me extremely sad lol.
So, I woke up around 5.30AM, after 4 hours of sleep and stayed awake thinking of this year’s haunting season; contemplating climbing out of bed to do ridiculous Halloween-related tasks!
Did I mention I’m completely batshit crazy? No? Well… there you go.
While thinking things over, I started contemplating dares for this year’s scavenger hunt that I talked about in an earlier post and got to thinking of things that we all did as kids.
…People dying, children crying…
We’re all pretty familiar with those silly slumber party games, you know… “Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board”, Bloody Mary, the classic bedroom seances etc.
But there are quite a few obscure ones that aren’t entirely familiar to everyone. For instance, I don’t know if any of you remember a game called Concentrate, Concentrate….
No? Well then, sit back while I take you on a short trip down Memory Lane.
Memory Lane? Playa’ please, my memories live on Fear Street.
When I was in 6th grade we would play this “Concentrate, Concentrate” game all the time. One of my classmates taught it to us, and I remember playing it with all the neighborhood kids after eventually teaching it to them.
Kids: The original guerrilla marketers.
It was one of those nursery rhyme type of things (think Ring Around the Rosie) that involved two people- a singer (or in this case a creepy chanter) and the participant who’s soul is being tampered with.
“Ray! Ray… You’re chanting..”
Child’s play, except for the fact that it’s entirely morbid and I can’t fucking believe I ever thought it was fun and normal when I was little. The victim– i mean, participant would close their eyes while the chanter worked their magic (pun entirely intended):
People dying, children crying,
People dying, children crying.
Crack an egg on your head, let the yolk run down (2x)
[Repeat “concentrate…” part]
Squeeze an orange on your shoulders, let the juice run down (2x)
Spiders crawling up your back,
bite, bite, bite, bite
Let the blood run down,
Let the blood run down.
[Repeat “Concentrate…” part]
You’re at the top of the Empire state building, someone taps you on your shoulder, you look- no one’s there, someone taps you on your other shoulder- you look no one’s there and then- !!
Throughout the whole thing the chanter, singing this adorable song-of-satan, provides accompanying hand motions. For instance, during the main “Concentrate…” verse, the chanter drums lightly on the person’s back, for the egg part the chanter balls up a fist and claps it against their other hand above the person’s head and then drags their fingers softly over their hair and down their back, twist motions on the shoulder and fingers drag down the back for oranges, and spiders? Crawly fingers up the back, pokey fingers into the person for the bitey-bitey, and draggy fingers for the blood… duh.
Yeah, it’s morbid. During the last verse of this game, the chanter proceeds to tap on the person’s shoulders and then push them suddenly and ask what color they saw before opening their eyes.
The color thing and purpose of this game? To determine how you will die.
I don’t care what anyone says, kids are creepy.
I did some research and was relieved to see that I wasn’t the only creep playing this as a kid and that a ton of people- far and wide- had played their own variants of the game. What was interesting about what I found was that mostly only girls played this and the meaning of the colors seemed to differ here and there.
Allow me to correct my previous statement, ahem:
I don’t care what anyone says, little girls are creepy.
Now, after thinking of particular party games that were commonly used to scare us when we were little, I found myself looking for others and stumbled upon a rather terrifying Subreddit.
Have you heard about the Three Kings ritual? No? Well, you’re in luck because I’m about to spook the snot out of you!
Among the many disturbing “rituals” and “dares” I found online, this particular one really stood out, mainly because of the way the original poster labeled it.
Well… I mean… how can you NOT after reading that?!
This post on Reddit was really unsettling and apparently so popular there’s an entire subreddit devoted to this particular game and others like it. I won’t rehash the whole thing because you can read all about it here, but I will share the gist of it all.
This is a game (we’re going to go ahead and use that term loosely in this post) that is played using two mirrors, three chairs, a candle, an item of personal sentimental significance, and a dark room. The person who originally wrote the post with the instructions also insisted that any partakers also have a fan in the room, a fully charged cell phone, a bucket of water, and a trustworthy companion around… just in case shit hits the fan.
Apparently, this game is played alone at 3.30AM in a completely blackened room. The “throne” (which is the chair the participant sits in) faces north and the other two face the opposite directions on either side of the participant’s chair. The two large mirrors are placed in front of each opposing chair, the fan is a few feet behind the participants chair (set to medium-low speed), and the bucket of water is placed a few feet in front of the participant.
Apparently, you set this freaky shit up, black out your windows, leave the fan on and door open to the room and then go about your business/sleep before game time. Set an alarm, wake up at 3.30AM and get to the room and seated with your significant item and lit candle on your lap by 3.33AM.
The original poster stressed the importance of a few things:
“Check for potential red flags: if your cellphone didn’t charge for whatever reason, abort the mission. If the alarm didn’t go off exactly at 3:30 AM, abort the mission. If you find the dark room door closed (remember you left it open) abort the mission. If the fan is turned off (you left it on) abort the mission. (Side note: if you have to abort the mission due to any of the above, leave the house with your loved one. Go to a hotel or something. There’s no need to run; you have time to grab a jacket and your keys and what not, but leave. After 6 AM the coast should be clear.)”
I… I can’t even right now.
According to the instructions, you sit down for an hour and let the magic happen… whatever magic that is… I dunno. The original poster also stressed how important it is to never, ever look at the mirrors or candle. And that you just need to face forward and stare straight on. At 4.34AM your trustworthy companion is supposed to call your phone to let you know when it’s all over, if that doesn’t work they need to go in the room and call your name, if still you don’t respond because you’re drooling like a baby completely comatose, they’re supposed to poor the water over you. Original poster also stresses that the other person should never touch you when trying to bring you back.
Now, do with all that what you will, and I’m not entirely convinced of the legitimacy of this game and it’s repercussions. However, the experiences some people on Reddit have reported were creepy enough on their own without even knowing the details of this fun little game.
I will say that the ingredients in this nefarious recipe are more than enough to keep me far, far away from any attempt at this shit.
For one, I’m Nyctophobic meaning I don’t do shit in the dark. I sleep with a nightlight and it’s been that way for years.
Yes, I’m completely content with being a fraidy cat.
Also, I don’t really find mirrors to be the most comforting of objects. I’m not terrified of them or superstitious but they can give off an unsettling vibe in certain settings.
If all that wasn’t enough to deter me, the whole sitting alone in sheer darkness for an hour… I can’t even.
I’m not entirely sure what goes on during that hour, or if it’s worldly or otherworldly, but I do know that such an experience would have some sort of lasting effect on a person. Whether it can be explained by science and psychology or not, I won’t be trying that type of shit in this lifetime and I certainly will never subject anyone else to such a thing.
So, what do you guys think of all that? Would you be brave enough to try a dare like Three Kings, or are you more partial to something like “Concentrate, Concentrate”? Honestly… i think the latter’s about my speed… and I mean like…maximum speed.