“Can you see something that looks like a face? Then it’s a ghost picture.”
From Modern Entertainment
A photo uploaded by a certain Twitter user had the whole internet in an uproar.
It was a photo taken somewhere in the city, and get this: They say it’s a ghost photo.
The photographer himself noticed a few days after he’d taken the photo that indeed, it was possible to see a male face contorted in pain in the grass behind him.
■NEET God
A MALE FACE lololol CONTORTED IN PAIN lolol
You see something that looks like a face, and you figure it’s gotta be a ghost. Right. Got it. You know, how come ghosts always just show their faces? Why do they never show up stark naked? How come it’s never some hot ghost-slut with huge tits, spread legs, an o-face and a double peace sign? Anybody got any ghost photos like that? Lol
If you do, I’m ready to start believing! Lolol
Okay, Basariters, rip it apart.
Oh, or if there’s any self-proclaimed spiritualists out there, your expert opinion is always welcome lol
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I’ve seen this photo. It’s famous. Oh and FIRST.
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Yeah, that sure looks like a face, I guess. And 2ch says the guy who took the picture still feels all heavy and he’s getting chills and stuff. Can’t these people ever come up with anything new? Somebody tell him how to do an exorcism! I’m half-srs.
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The hell is this? Scary. This is way more than just a coincidence.
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Admin you’re shit and this is old news. People were talking about this two months ago, dumbass.
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That’s true. There are some where you can see faces though.
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What are the odds it’s photoshopped?
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Mulder, you’re tired.
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>10
I lol’d.
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I know this place. It’s where a killer murdered someone and chopped their body into tiny little pieces. I don’t want to say where exactly so I’ll block out some of the letters: Inoka**ira Park.
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>20
Inoka**ira Park? Lol who the hell do you think you’re fooling.
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>23
You mean you cracked my brilliant code?!
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Oh shit. That’s right next door.
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So what, the photo’s real then? If it’s real that’s scary as fuck. Tell me, NEET God!
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This is “Kirikiri Basara”, right?
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Of course it’s not real, lol. Any moron with a computer can make a ghost photo these days. How dumb do you have to be to get scared of this?
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Right, right. There’s no such thing as ghosts. Someone make the scary go away!
My fingers came down hard on the laptop’s keyboard.
I couldn’t get my thoughts out fast enough. It was aggravating that I couldn’t type faster. There were so many thoughts I wanted to get out there. Why did it have to take so much work? Life was hard.
“You know what an affiliate blog is, right? There’s no better profession out there for my NEET friends. Basically, the more popular your blog, the more hits you get. And the more people who click on your affiliate links, and the more money you earn.”
Oops, I was speaking aloud as I typed. Well, nothing wrong with that.
“It’s the American dream, I guess you could say. Oh, you can google the forms you need to sign up for an affiliate program. It’s easy enough, so I’ll skip the explanation here. Sorry. But it’s simple enough that your average salaryman or housewife can do it as a second job.”
I was on Twitter, a site that let you write short messages of 140 characters or less. There were a ton of eggs there who loved to give me a hard time. And the vast majority were idiots who would always take things out of context.
“My name is the NEET God, and I run a site called Paranormal Science Kirikiri Basara, where I find interesting articles on news sites and individual blogs, then summarize them in my own unique, cool, and classy way.”
Right now I was politely explaining to these idiots how the blog I ran worked.
“But there’s really a trick to how you pick your articles. And unfortunately, 2ch doesn’t let you reproduce stuff from their site, so you can’t take anything from there.”
From the perspective of me and the other aggregate site owners, Hiroyuki’s policy was a huge nuisance. I wanted to ride the big wave, too!
I found myself getting a little irritated, so I took a big drink of water to calm down. The ice in the glass had almost melted, and a single drop fell onto my pants and left a mark. The heater was running, so even in the winter, cold water felt good.
“Basically, I’m a normal 2nd-year NEET student in high school who wants to up his affiliate income and get rich, like others have done before me. But I’m not making enough money for you to be jealous over. I’m making so little that I want to kill myself. Maybe I was an idiot for picking a site like this just because occult stuff has been popular lately. There are so many other copycat sites like mine that my hit counter is basically frozen.”
And then, even my followers who weren’t eggs started to chime in. Most of their comments were along the lines of, “People who try to make pocket change off of affiliate links should be taken out into the street and shot,” and, “Don’t worry, I’m never clicking on anything on your site.” I was getting really tired of seeing that.
What was so wrong about trying to make money off of affiliate links? It wasn’t like it was illegal or anything. These guys were just jealous because they couldn’t make a good site!
But if I said that, it would only add fuel to the flame war, so I didn’t.
People on the internet got mad whenever you were right and they weren’t. If starting a flame war was a good way to up my affiliate income, I wouldn’t mind. But honestly, it wasn’t.
“Oh, but my top priority is always providing my Basariters with top-quality content! I look forward to seeing you guys rip some stuff apart today!”
That was how I decided to end it.
Of course, what I, Yuta Gamon, was actually trying to say was, “Visit my site more, and buy more stuff from my affiliate links.” Man, I couldn’t wait until I made enough off of affiliate links to survive. These days, only losers had real jobs.
That was how I planned to end it, anyway, but then the eggs refused to shut up.
“Creepy otaku virgins like you who refuse to get jobs don’t even have the right to breathe, let alone walk around outside.”
“I’ll cop to being an otaku and a virgin, but I’m not creepy. If I try to blend in, my looks are above average. At least, that’s what I think.”
I had no intentions of saying I was a good-looking guy, but I was better than your average NEET. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe.
I heard a loud, instantly recognizable laugh from behind me. A solidly built, well-muscled man stood behind the counter, chortling.
“You know, Gamota, you might have above-average looks, but they go to waste when you bury your face in a duffel coat and mumble to yourself, you know?”
“Grrr...” I couldn’t let myself talk back to him.
He was the owner of the café. If I ticked him off, I might lose my base of operations.