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As this story is being written, everything that can unfold has
unfolded, and I am now ready to tell the story of the most horrifying
experience of my entire life. The one that caught me off guard, let
me on a twisted quest for answers, and a heavy case of PTSD in the
process.
My story starts on the 16<sup>th</sup> of April 2011, on a library in
Denmark. I went to this library often in my late teens (I was 18 at
this point) to read about birds, literature and history. My interests
were a bit perculiar, but I enjoyed them none of the less. I remember
picking out a book titled “The Birds and Their Offspring”, an odd
title but an interesting book. There were sofas and tables, and so I
sat down to study. I also remember hearing rumbling behind the
counter of the library, where the libraians scan the books. Behind
the counter was an “Adult Section” as it was titled. It contained
pornography, of course, but also R rated movies, mostly old VHS tapes
and a few educational DVD's.
I had no real interest in borrowing an ancient piece of shit movie to
watch on a far outdated device that would most likely fry halfway
through and destroy the tape. But for some reason, I wanted to go
check it out. I had recently turned 18 too, so I could be there
legally. I decided to go check it out, just for shits and giggles,
and maybe a bit of nostalgia if I was lucky. I went behind the
counter, and looked at the librarian to make sure I was allowed. She
made no signs, so I proceeded.
I went to a dark, kind of smelly but otherwise very neat room,
stacked to the edge with tapes. They were organized alphabetically.
Almost all of them were dusty, I can't imagine them being very
popular. I went to the pornography sections firstly, not with the
intention of renting anything, but the get a cheap laugh out of the
obscure titles and covers of oldschool porn movies, the kind my dad
probably watched.
I found one called “Ultimate Sluts II”, it had a heavily
airbrushed girl on the cover, and a creepy dude with a pornstash
fucking her in the ass. Pretty funny stuff, but it quickly got old. I
wanted to get out soon, the darkness and dust had begun to affect my
breathing a bit, but I shuffled along in the “L” section, hoping
to find a classic like The Lion King or Life of Brian. Sure enough, I
found Lion King. I took it out from the shelves, but was quickly
distracted by a clear cover, with a black VHS cassette inside. I put
Lion King back and took this one out. I could see a yellow-ish torn
mark on the tape. On thick black marker was written
“1965 SKØNHEDEN 06”
Which translates to The Beauty from danish. The marker was barely
readable. Upon first inspection, I thought it was a porn movie, but
then I remembered that pornography was illegal until 1969 in Denmark.
Perhaps it was an illegal porn movie, which I would find both
disturbing and interesting. No matter what it contained, I was
intrigued and confused, but I decided to rent it and, if nothing else
have a cheap laugh at a bad movie.
I went out of the dark room, into light again, and was met by a stare
from the libraian, I suppose she thought I was there to rent porn. I
went over to the bird book I left behind, took it and went to get my
things scanned. The librarian scanned my book first, and when she
looked down to grab the tape, she froze and let out a horrible gasp.
She looked straight at me with bloodshot eyes and a tremble.
“Where in the world did you get this from?” She yelled at me, the
entire library turned their heads towards us"
“Relax, it was back there, I wanted to see what was on it” is
calmly told her, I was very scared by her reaction.
“Why is is here, why is it here” she continued to yell as she
slowly began to sob. She threw the tape away and cried loudly. One of
the other libraians ran over to her and calmed her down, looking down
at me like it was my fault.
“It's okay, it's okay” she reasured her, but she kept screaming
and crying. I was in utter shock.
“I think you should leave” she told me, and I was more than
willing to do just that, but my curiosity got the best of me. While
everyone was taking care of the sobbing libraian, I snatched the tape
and ran out of the library, no one seemed to catch me in the act. I
felt exited and scared.
I got on a bus and went home to my apartment, I had lived there for
only a few months, I bought it when I turned 18. Amongs many other
things I brought from my parents house was an old VHS player. I did
not know what to do with it, but figured VHS would have a comeback
some day, like LP's, and being kind of a hoarder, I decieded to keep it.
The first thing I did upon returning was get a glass of water, as I
was still pretty shocked by the reaction to this tape. What could it
contain that would bring an old lady to tears? I hoped it was
something legal, and not some fucked up child pornography or animal
sex, but I got the VHS player out, blew dust from it, and plugged it
in. It seemed to work, so I took the tape out of the cassette,
inspected it a little bit to see if there were any malfunctions that
would make it unplayable. It looked fine, so I put it into the VHS
player, sat down on a chair, and in the darkness of the living room,
saw the black and white antwars turn into a still image.
There was no intro, not trailers, nothing. I assumed it to either be
a really crappy amature movie or a professional movie that had been
taped over.
The first scene of “The Beauty”, as I am going to refer to it as,
was a shot of a large cornfield, with bright blue skies and clouds. In the background was a grassy meadow and a few trees, blowing from
the wind. There is no sound.
The camera panned out, and focused on a single straw of grass, there
was a ladybug walking up the straw. Once it reached the top, it flew
away, and the camera, once again, panned out over the field. This
time, a young girl, maybe 19 or 20, in old clothes, is walking in the
field, towards the camera. There is a lot of static noise and a few
cuts in the footage. Suddently, the movie cuts to a scene from inside
an old house. An old man is sitting by a table, he's very big and he
has a beard. What I presume to be his wife is standing by the
kitchen, with two wooden bowls. She walks over to the table and hands
over the bowl to the old guy. They begin to eat. At this point, the
static overwhelms the footage and the film cuts to black. A quick
flash of the old man yelling at someone behind the camera apears, and
then it quickly returns to black again.
I was not that scared, mostly a little disturbed by the lack of
sound, and the statics, those were a little freaky, but nothing to
break down crying over. I continued to watch the film.
After a few seconds, the black disspears, and I am met by the image
of a bed, presumably inside the same house. The young girl from the
field is laying in the bed, knitting. She knits for what seems like
an eternity, almost 5 minutes i believe. She looks around confused,
like she awaits an order. When she finally stops knitting, she
appears to become a little scared by something behind the camera,
maybe someone yelled at her to continue. That is exactly what she
does, she hessitantly starts knitting again. This goes on for a few
more minutes, maybe 2, before she throws the yarn to the ground, and
yells something to the man behind the camera.
The movie again turns to black, but is disrupted by quick flashes of
the girl yelling. The first thing that made me very uneasy was one
quick flash of footage inbetween the darkness, of the girl appearing
to fight off a figure from behind the camera. It turns comletely to
black for about half a minute, before cutting to a new scene, this
time on a beach.
Suddently, I could hear the sound of the waves and the birds, as if
the sound had suddently begun to appear, so I turned up my volume. On
the beach is a man with a dog. He appears to have a rifle slung over
his back, and he is looking down at the ground. The footage quickly
cuts to the mans point of view, and what he was looking at shocked
me. In the ground was the young girl, inside a hole. She was bound
and gagged, and appeard to be crying. The man with the dog proceeded
to cover up the hole with sand, her still in it. Although I figured
this was a part of the movie, it was still very uncomfortable to
watch, especially her getting sand in her eyes, and being completely
covered with sand before the scene cut to black. How an actor could
survive that, I had no idea, and that was my first notch to turn it
off and return it, but I continued.
After another half minute of darkness, it cut to a dark room, with
the man who was on the beach, sitting in a wooden chair. He says
something to the camera, but it was too heavily distorted for me to
figure out what he said. His rifle was laying on the side of his
chair, and he takes it, aims just beside the camera, and fires about
six shots. The loud sound of the rifle made me jump each time. The
man began to laugh manically. This went on for a few seconds before
cutting to black.
Again, I wanted to take out the tape and return it, but my curiosity
got the best of me. I continued.
Next scene was on the beach once again. The man had his dog with him
again. But he dissapered as it cut to a new scene, also on the beach,
of the young girl and the old man from the house walking and talking.
This time, I could hear what they said.
“Father, why must I marry a man I do not love?” asks the young
girl.
“You will fall in love eventually, I promise you that, my Dear.”
says what I presume to be her father.
“I am already in love with Esben, father!” she yells, before
beginnin to cry.
After this, heavy distortion begins again, and I am unable to hear
what the father says to her. It cuts to a scene of the father arguing
with someone behind the camera, he is pointing at the girl. The
distortion stops and I can hear them speak again.
“This has nothing to do with the scripts, I don't want to say it”
says the father to the man behind the camera, while a small, dark
voice tries to reasure him and cut him off.
There is once again a bit of distortion, but I could make out the
father walking off the set and the young girl looking quite scared
and uncomfortable. At this point, I had no real idea what I was
watching. It seemed neither scary or disturbing, but not very good
either. Like a horribly edited amature movie with heavy distortion.
Then came the next scene, which made me audibly gasp and jump.
The father was laying on the ground inside the house. You were able
to see only his back and his body, his head was not visible. The
camera then cut to a shot of his face. His eyes were open and filled
with fear, his mouth open and blood comming from it. His forehead was
covered in blood, and he had a visible opening to his skull, it
looked like he had been bludgeoned with a hammer. This was simply too
realistic to be fake by the standards of 1962. I was scared and a
little shocked, but I had watched many videos online before, so I was
not new to this thing. I had seen people have their heads cut off and
arms being ripped from the torso with trucks. But it just seemed so
more shocking to see actual snuff on VHS.
I decided to keep watching, I honestly figured the librarian was
perhaps exacturating, and being old, was not used to the level of
violence my generation had been exposed to. I continued knowing that
it could not be that bad, but I was wrong.
The scene of the dead man lasted for a few minutes before a figure
approached his body. The scene pans out, as it someone moves the
camera back. The figure is covered with a black cloth. He carries a
knife in his hand. He says something to the camera, but it is too
heavily distorted to make out anything. Like I said, I was a little
shaked but nothing too serious, that was, until the masked man walks
behind the camera, pulls the young girl into the shot of the camera,
along with a small child. The girl is bound and gagged, and appears
to be screaming and twitching. The masked man carries the small child
on his shoulder. He hits the young girl, which makes her fall to the
ground.
With the young girl looking up at the masked man and the small child,
I could feel my boundries of violence being pushed with each passing
second. The masked man suddently hurls the small child at the wooden
floor, making the young girl scream hysterically. The distorted,
blood curdeling screams from the girl, along with the cries of agony
from the child eventually got to me, and I decided to turn the volume
down and pause the tape. I was more shocked than I had ever been in
my life. I sat for a second to ponder what to do, but for some
reason, I decided to carry on. I pressed play again.
I had paused right before the scene switched to black. It was like
that for a few seconds before cutting to the beach we had previously
seen the girl being buried in. I realized there was no timelime, and
that the clips were apparently randomly put together. Could explain
the distortion. Where the girl was buried, the masked man, whom I
presumed to be the man with the shotgun and dog, had put up a stone.
On the stone was a bad carving job, it looked like a tombstone. There
was a close up on the tomb, which revealed the text:
“Here lies the most beautiful girl in the World. God is an artist,
and I am a God."
Next scene shoved the entire beach, which revealed the father and
what I presumed to be the mother laying on the sand. The masked man
begins digging a hole in the sand. It goes on for a few minutes
before cutting to black. After only a few seconds of darkness, a
heavily distorted scene from a dark bathroom appears. In the bathtub
lies the child. I could feel myself getting ill, as the masked man
approached the bathtub with a knife and a hammer. I covered my eyes,
and listened as the man mutilated the still living child.
I took a shot peak, which revealed the man stabbing the child in the
eyes with the tip of the blade. Its arms and legs had been crushed
with a hammer, and the tub had been covered in blood. I felt like
puking, and I almost started to cry. When the baby stopped crying, I
uncovered my eyes, gasping and whimpering. The masked man threw his
tools into the tub, and started crying. The distortion turned his
cries into blood curdeling shrieks. The scene cut to black.
The black lasted longer than usual. It cut to a scene of a field
after a few minutes. From behind the camera, the masked man walks
towards the field. He seems taller and more muscular than he
previously did. He stops about halfway, with his dog. The masked man
starts yelling at someone behind the camera. He is shot in the head,
and falls heavily to the ground. The dog flees, but another masked
man steps out from behind the camera, firing at the dog. He shoots
three times before hitting. Heavy distortion then fills the screen,
and it cuts to a shot of the beach. This time, a young, muscular man
lies next to the father and mother. All three of them lie dead next
to each other. The masked man pulls out a red can, and proceeds to
douse the dead bodies in the liquid, presumed to be gasoline or
something similar. When the can is empty, he smashed it into the face
of the mother a few times, making her mouth bleed and her eye pop out
of the socket.
The masked man strikes a match, and lights the three bodies on fire.
Although there is some distortion, the burning flesh is very easy to
see. Their clothes burn off and melt onto their bodies, their skin
turns to a charred black, and they prefusily smoke. The masked man,
now with a shovel, proceeds to hack off pieces of the dead bodies,
scoops them up with the shovel, and dumps them into the grave he
digged earlier. He takes about ten minutes to smash and dump every
body, which he covers up with sand. At this point, I was beyond
shocked, I was terrified and scared and I felt nothing. The final
scene of this movie was a long shot of the beach. The waves in the
water, the sun and the trees in the background. The masked man takes
of his mask and walks away from the camera.
After thirty to fourty minutes of shock and terror, the movie cuts to
black and pops out of my VHS machine. I sat there for what felt like
an eternity, trying to process what I had just seen. I needed some
answers, so I got up, turned on my laptop, and opened the Tor
browser. Like I said, I was no stranger to gory videos, so I knew of
a forum that discussed and shared these things. Some people even
collected snuff and gore movies, so maybe someone had a copy and
could give me some background into this story, as I had never heard
of anything like this happening in Denmark.
The forum was called “The Gore Mafia”, a black site with red
text, real scary and gory, but I had been there before. I started by
searching for “Skønheden”, but it returned nothing, no
discussions or mentions. I had no idea what the original title was,
so I decided to make a forum post, which I will copy and paste here:
"
Hey guys. I just rented a movie from my library. The librarian cried
when I showed it so I stole it lol. Anyways, the footage on there was
really fucked up, and I suspect it of being real. It had no cover but
it had a white marker with the title 1965 SKØNHEDEN 06 (translates
to 1962 The Beauty 06 to english) have you guys heard of it?? there
is no mention of it here.
”
Five minutes after posting, my post was removed. I had copy pasted
it, so I tried again. This time, it was removed after less than a
minute. It made me pretty scared, but I noticed a message in my
inbox, so I clicked it.
“Stop. Go to this link: .... Your Profile is: 6dyv19Ids. Your
password is: 188hdypa9O ” said the message. There was a .onion
link, which I clicked. It took a very long time to load, but when it
finally did, I was met by a black webpage with a login option. I used
the profile and password I was given to log in, and it seemed to
work. I was redirected to yet another black website, which had a red
link named “-> CHAT <-”, I pressed it, and a chat system
popped up. My name was changed to “Beholder”, and a user named
“Beauty” started typing a message:
“Greetings, Beholder. We know of the tape you have seen. Skonheden
1962 is the only snuff movie in existance that authorities refuse to
acknowledge. Since yours said 06, that means you have the last
existing copy of this tape. 6 were made by Thomas Merkel, five were
destroyed by Thomas lawyer/father. Thomas father was a high ranking
nazi symphatiser in the war, and was granted immense power for his
informations on nazi germany. When Thomas commited these crimes, his
father got him out of trouble. Nowhere in public can this tape be
known, mentioned or discussed. Skonheden 1962 and the crimes within
it is protected by a network or snuff movie makers, dating back to
the 18<sup>th</sup> century, they have power within the police,
military and branches in every part of the world. They are
technically a religious satanic cult, brainwashing their members who
are family members into having no morals, ethics or sympathy. This
breed of humans who are born into psychopathy idolize the situation
of Skonheden 1962 and have been known to kidnap and kill the few
people who are unlucky enough to encounter and report this tape.”
I could not believe it. What seemed like the most unbelievable thing
to me had just been told. I felt like I had been told the secret to
the universe, or met a member of the Illuminati or something. It was
so unreal, but I had never felt more curious in my life. I responded.
“Holy shit. Can you give me some background on this tape? I am
shocked to my core, and I need some answers. Is there any way for me
to be safe after viewing this tape?” I wrote.
“Yes. Thomas Merkel was a young man, born into a rich family. He
had an undying love for Cecilia Albrecht, she plays the young girl in
Skonheden. Cecilia was an aspiring actor, who was also married to a
man named Christian and had a young child, the poor child in the
video. Cecilias decision to have a child with Christian drove Thomas
to insanity. Thomas invited Cecilia to make a movie based on the old
novel “Hosekremmeren”, which is about a young girl named Cecilia
who kills her boyfriend. Thomas threw together a whole crew of
actors, and began filming on a secluded danish island. The father and
the mother were simply innocent bystanders to Thomas insane murder
spree. Everything you see is real. Thomas was arrested and put on
trail, but his father saved him and destroyed five tapes and gave the
last tape to Atrox Insania (the snuff movie network). They swore to
keep Thomas crimes safe for money, which made them very rich. Listen,
you have the last known copy, I am very interested in buying it, I
have been on Gore Mafia for four years looking for someone who has
the last tape. You have the holy grail of human atrocities.”.
I thought for a bit. Either, I could be meeting with a member of
Atrox Insania, and be tortured and killed, I could also be payed an
insane amount of money for the possibly rarest movie in existance, or
everything could be bullshit and someone is messing with me. I had
faith in the first, and gave him an address to an airport in Denmark.
“Beauty” agreed to pay me 25 million danish kroner for the tape,
a chance I could not pass, but was terribly sceptical of. “Beauty”
would be flying to Denmark in the morning, and meet me in a parking
lot. I put the tape into the cover, and wrapped it in a towel, to
keep it safe and unnoticable. I went to sleep shortly after, but got
very little sleep. The scenes from the movie, along with the
information
I had recieved filled my minds eye the entire night. I got about two
hours of sleep, before waking up and driving to the airport. I had
the tape on the passanger seat. I pulled into the parking lot a few
minutes early, and was met by a black toned car. Out of it stepped a
heavy man in a suit, he had a beard and wore glasses. Me smiled at
me, and I got out of my car. We walked towards each other, and he
wanted to shake my hand, which I let him. I asked him if he was
Beauty, and he nodded. He seemed so exited and eager to see the tape,
so I showed it to him, and let him hold it. His eyes lit up like a
child on christmas.
“I have the money in the car, I'll go get them for you” he said.
He gave me back the tape and ran to his car. He pulled out a
briefcase and opened it before reaching me. It was filled with 1000
KR danish banknotes, and I honestly didn't care if there were 25
million or not, I just wanted a lot of money. I took the briefcase
and gave him the tape. He thanked me from there and until he was in
his car again.
After returning home, I honestly felt terrible. I had taken 25
million from a clearly disturbed man, who was after a horrible, but
not unbelieveble snuff movie in horrible condition. I tried to shook
everything I had experienced off, and when I was home, I put down the
briefcase and sat on my bed.
The next thing I remember is waking up. I had no recollection of
anything hitting me, or becomming tired. I had a headache, and when I
looked at my watch, I saw that four hours had passed. My apartment
was messy, and the briefcase was missing. In my confusion and fear, I
saw a note on my desk. I stumbled over to my desk, and started
reading the note:
“Dear Beholder.
Thank you for locating our lost tape. We gladly appreciate your
efforts. You know what not to say and do, we trust you will only act
in your best interests.
Love, A-I
”
I have never told anyone of this experience. I went to see a
psychiatrist after this incident because of anxiety and nightmares,
and he diagnosed me with PTSD. This is many years ago, and I have
since then moved, been medicated and mostly recovered.