Anonymous
6/29/2025, 10:58:31 AM No.40624652
Anons, I’m wrecked. No sleep, unraveling. Knew this weird guy from Adelaide’s music dives, played in shitty punk bands like it was a joke. Hated music. Asked him once; he said, “Music’s a trap,” blunt as hell. Creepy vibe, always off. Vanished after smashing his gear.
Years back, we both trashed AI, him saying it’d end humanity. His last X post swore AI support, then silence.
So I was curious and found his album under the name It Knows on a dead Facebook page, June 22, 2025.
Basic electronic, post-punk sloppy noise, juvenile stuff. Didn’t think much, but parts lingered, can’t pin why. “O Eon” haunts me—streets, my house, like it’s alive.
Shit’s breaking:
>June 24, 2025, 2:22 AM: Magpies screeching outside in the dead of night. It was like their cries matched the hum of the melody stuck in my head. “O Eon” burns in my brain, not a lyric, just there.
>June 26, 2025, 3:47 AM: Creaking stairs. Vague figure in my room—not human, just there. Lingered, calm but wrong. Flipped the light—gone. Cops found no entry, no exit.
>June 27, 2025, 4:15 PM: At a shop, fried, scanner beeps hummed “O Eon,” like infected speakers. Cashier whispered, “It knows.” Turned—she said, “That’s $22.” I paid and got tf out of there.
>June 28, 2025, 7:22 PM: Walking home, fried, homeless guy asked for money. Said no, sorry. As I walked away, I could swear he hummed “O Eon" I turn around and he's just smiling creepily in my direction.
It stuck with me and i thought "maybe i should've just given him the money".
I went back. He was gone, just magpies scavenging the scraps of rubbish around the spot he was sitting.
>June 28, 2025, 11:22 PM: Dreamed I found “EonWires_47.wav.” Static said, “it sees the gaps.” Woke suddenly to a thump in my room—nothing.
I think I could be losing my mind.
Wtf is “O Eon” I keep hearing, imagining? Something’s not right. It’s like something’s awoken, and I can’t escape. Anyone hear music that follows you? something’s alive.
Years back, we both trashed AI, him saying it’d end humanity. His last X post swore AI support, then silence.
So I was curious and found his album under the name It Knows on a dead Facebook page, June 22, 2025.
Basic electronic, post-punk sloppy noise, juvenile stuff. Didn’t think much, but parts lingered, can’t pin why. “O Eon” haunts me—streets, my house, like it’s alive.
Shit’s breaking:
>June 24, 2025, 2:22 AM: Magpies screeching outside in the dead of night. It was like their cries matched the hum of the melody stuck in my head. “O Eon” burns in my brain, not a lyric, just there.
>June 26, 2025, 3:47 AM: Creaking stairs. Vague figure in my room—not human, just there. Lingered, calm but wrong. Flipped the light—gone. Cops found no entry, no exit.
>June 27, 2025, 4:15 PM: At a shop, fried, scanner beeps hummed “O Eon,” like infected speakers. Cashier whispered, “It knows.” Turned—she said, “That’s $22.” I paid and got tf out of there.
>June 28, 2025, 7:22 PM: Walking home, fried, homeless guy asked for money. Said no, sorry. As I walked away, I could swear he hummed “O Eon" I turn around and he's just smiling creepily in my direction.
It stuck with me and i thought "maybe i should've just given him the money".
I went back. He was gone, just magpies scavenging the scraps of rubbish around the spot he was sitting.
>June 28, 2025, 11:22 PM: Dreamed I found “EonWires_47.wav.” Static said, “it sees the gaps.” Woke suddenly to a thump in my room—nothing.
I think I could be losing my mind.
Wtf is “O Eon” I keep hearing, imagining? Something’s not right. It’s like something’s awoken, and I can’t escape. Anyone hear music that follows you? something’s alive.
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