“Barbie.avi” is a series of strange videos showing an interview featuring a mysterious woman, accompanied by a chilling backstory.
The story.
Hello. This happened to me a few months ago; I just need to share it with
somebody.
It all started at my friend’s party. He’s an artist who rented out a loft in
the industrial part of town. If you can picture what a place like Detroit
looked like in the 1920s – that’s what this area looks like. A bunch of old
turn-of-the-century factories crammed into ten blocks.
Most of them are abandoned.
So I partied a little too hard that night and decided to crash on a couch at
the loft. I woke up at around 4 am. The sun wasn’t out yet but you could
still make things out in the dim blue light.
I went to the bathroom, carefully tiptoeing around the people that were
passed out on the floor. As I was taking a piss, I looked out the bathroom
window and saw the panorama of deserted urban decay. I remembered how much I
liked places like this. It was so dark and devoid of life, and strangely
serene.
I went back to the couch and tried to fall asleep. After 45 minutes of
staring at the ceiling, I decided I didn’t want to be there any longer, so I
swallowed my pride and decided to wake my girlfriend up to beg her for a
ride, since walking around the vacant streets at this time was not an
option. Being an awesome girlfriend, she was totally cool with it. She told
me she would be there in about a half-hour, and that she would give me a
call when she was outside. My phone died ten minutes later, so I decided I
would sit by the window and watch for her car.
I sat there for a while. Eventually, my eyes started getting heavy, and I
began to doze off.
A crashing noise outside woke me up. It wasn’t loud, but enough to snap me
back into reality. I looked out the window and scanned the area, but didn’t
see anything. However, across the street from the loft, near a mountain of
garbage bags and one of those enormous dumpsters, I did see a computer and
monitor smashed against the floor that hadn’t been there before.
When my girlfriend arrived, I went downstairs and greeted her. Just as I was
about to get in the car, I remembered a friend of mine who'd blown out his
power supply. So I decided to walk over to the dumpster and see what I could
salvage. The monitor was worthless, but the tower seemed to have suffered
almost no damage, so I put it in the trunk and we drove off.
About a week had passed and I'd completely forgotten about the tower, until
my girlfriend called to let me know that it was still in the trunk, and that
she wanted it out. That night, I brought it home.
Before I took it apart, I decided to hook it up to my monitor to see if it
still worked. To my surprise, it did. It ran Windows XP and it looked like
it had been wiped clean. I decided to do searches for words like “tits” and
“pussy” in hopes of finding some secret stash full of weird deviant porn the
previous owner had forgotten about. Morbid curiosity, I guess. But my search
came up with nothing. There were no picture files.
Then I searched for movies and one came up. It was an .avi inside a folder
titled “barbie”, hidden in the WINDOWS/system32 directory.
So I played it. This is where it gets disturbing.
The movie was about an hour long, and was made up of what seemed like raw
exported footage. The footage was of this woman sitting on a chair and
talking against a white backdrop. I skipped through most of the movie and it
was all the same continuous shot.
I decided to sit though the footage to find out what she was talking about.
Fifteen seconds into it, the audio became extremely bad, and her voice was
drowned in harsh static/background noise. I couldn’t make out a thing.
I imported the footage into final cut and tried to mess with the levels to
isolate her voice. It helped a little, but I still couldn’t hear what she
was saying. I was intrigued now, and began to really pay attention to her
face and body language. It seemed that she was being asked questions,
because she stopped at times to listen and then continued talking.
About 15 minutes into the footage, her face began to redden and contort, as
if the questions were bothering her... but she continued to answer them
anyway. Shortly after, she started to cry. She sobbed hysterically for the
duration of the film. One of the few words I could lip-read was “skin”. She
repeated this word many times throughout the footage, and at one point, she
even pulled at the skin from her arm and mouthed the word. She seemed to be
unhappy with it.
It kept on building and building, and about 40 minutes in, she was crying so
hard she could barely look at the camera. She stopped talking at this point.
The rest of the footage was just her crying with her head down. Oddly
enough, she didn't get up or move. The screen just faded to black.
I was fucking dumbfounded.
I played the whole thing through many times that night, trying to find
inflections and nuances in her movement that would reveal anything else
about what was going on. I felt so dissatisfied; I wanted to know more. That
was when I noticed that there were about 10 more minutes left on the
timeline after the screen went black. Two minutes past the darkness, there
was more footage.
The footage was extremely shaky, almost unwatchable, and depicted a pair of
legs walking along train tracks. My guess is that camera was accidentally
left on as it was being carried somewhere. The person in this video walked
along the train tracks for about 6 minutes, then turned into the forest and
walked over what looked like foliage flattened by a piece of plywood. The
person continued on this makeshift plywood road until the clip ended.
My heart started beating with excitement, because there were train tracks a
few miles away that looked very similar to the ones in the video. I had to
check this out.
I called up my friend Ezra; he's 6’4 250 pounds of mostly muscle. I
convinced him to go on a little adventure with me. I’m no pushover myself,
but I felt if I was to go wandering in the woods looking for god knows what,
some extra muscle couldn’t hurt.
The whole idea of investigating this video had me so excited I couldn’t
sleep. The next morning, on a sunny Saturday, I took my flashlight, camera,
and 7 inch ka-bar knife with a matte black finish and serrated edge and went
to pick up Ezra.
When I got to his house, he wasn’t even awake. When I woke him up, he pretty
much told me to fuck off. I was already packed and I had mentally prepared
myself to do this, so I decided to go through with it without him.
I parked my car at the train station, took my stuff, and hopped onto the
tracks. After walking for about two hours, I saw a broken piece of plywood,
and my knees almost buckled with excitement. I searched the nearby foliage,
and there it was: a little plywood trail leading off into the forest.
I walked slowly along the trail, paying close attention to everything. I
would stop occasionally, kneel down, and listen for anything or anyone… but
it was so quiet. This was one of the most nerve-racking things I'd ever
done. I didn't know what to expect at the end of this trail.
The dense treeline gave way to a little island of grassy field. And then I
saw it; a house being consumed by the forest. From the look of it, no one
had lived there for 20, maybe 30 years. I got my camera and snapped a few
pics. A few yards away from the house was a tool shed made of rusty sheet
metal.
I just sat there among the trees for a while, absorbing everything. I didn’t
want to go into the open field. I had a bad feeling that something would see
me.
It took me a while to muster the courage to go up to the house. The door was
partly opened. I pushed it in with the flashlight and was relieved that the
inside was actually very well-lit. I put the flashlight away, got my camera,
and took a few more pics. There was no furniture. The floor was riddled with
bricks, wood, and other rubble, and some of the walls had huge holes in
them.
When I went in further to explore, I saw some things that I didn’t pay much
mind to in the moment, but now that I think about them in hindsight, they
greatly disturb me.
The first thing that seemed a little odd was that one of the doors in the
first room that I presumed led to the basement seemed a little too new to be
in this house. It was also the only door that was locked. Also, when I made
my way up to the second floor, I saw some chairs and a fold-up table that
also seemed a little too new to be there.
But what disturbed me the most was the bathroom. The dust on the mirror had
been wiped away, and in the bathtub, I saw a clear plastic tarp that still
had water droplets on it from, when I presume, it was last washed clean.
That was when I heard something moan really loud. I jumped the fuck out of
the second story window and ran back to the tracks.
Halfway there, I realized the moaning was most likely a water pipe expanding
or contracting. That little moment of relief gave way to horror when I
wondered why the water would be running in an abandoned house in the middle
of the fucking woods.
It's been a little more than 2 months since this happened and I haven’t gone
back there, nor do I plan to.
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| A photo of the metal shed. |
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