I walk through the hallway and into my bedroom, and I can see the giant cylinders of salt sitting right in front of my computer monitor. As soon as I grab one of them, the room goes cold. My bedroom is the hottest in the house due to crappy insulation, and yet I suddenly have the urge to shiver. I turn around immediately with a salt shaker in hand and another under my arm, and dear god I don't see Ryan, who had been behind me up until the hallway to the bedroom; I do, however, see the glow of his candle coming from around the corner.
I swear to you all, there was a figure just sitting in the middle of my bed, and his head had just moved. But I drop the salt shaker that I'd had in my armpit, and I emerge with only one of them.
I expect Ryan to get mad at me but I round the corner and his eyes are so wide that I become startled again. I feel awful for this, but I kept booking it back to the kitchen, turning around as soon as candlelight reappears from behind. I don't know how long it took him, but it definitely didn't exceed ten seconds. I try to apologize to him and he tells me that, in all honesty, he'd have done the same. We also discuss the salt shaker situation, coming to the mutual decision that, if one of our candles fails, that person will circle themselves and give the shaker to the other person to continue on.
At this point, that happening is my biggest fear: for Ryan's candle to go out, him have to plant himself in the house, and me have to go traversing on my own for the rest of it. Even though we had a forty minute period of absolutely nothing, there wasn't a single ounce of relief to come with each passing minute. Relief felt like weakness to me, and weakness felt like something the Midnight Man would see. User Info: HoboOfAwe.
It extends so long across the house that I feel like there are so many chances to see him just lurking, but I feel like staying in the kitchen and garage and dining area is going to do us in, so we enter. We have a tiny bit of light coming through the terraced windows from streetlights on the avenue next to ours, but it is barely a glow. This room is still very very much dark, and we do the only thing we can think of: pace up and down it slowly, hoping that the last hour or so will go well.
Ryan and I sat on it to rest for just a few minutes, since we'd basically been on our feet since midnight. I look up and see the blinds parted just a smigeon, and before I even look up and see the darkened figure, I get off the bed and dart straightahead. Ryan shouts out from behind. His candle has gone out again. Still holding mine, I turn a great deal of pain still on my mind to see him booking it towards me. I notice now that he isn't even holding his candle anymore, but the salt shaker.
He does something that I had never even thought of: he starts to pour a salt circle around the both of us, an amorphous boundary that seems to connect just fine, and it's absolutely huge.
Even though I have a lit candle, I'm inside of it with him, and his face looks absolutely horrified. I have a brief terror of, "Now I have to go play by myself for the rest of the night," which is followed immediately by a sudden realization: "No I don't. I almost don't even want to talk about this part. This is followed by reminding myself that I'm already in the salt circle, and Ryan even says to me, "Good good I'm really glad you did that.
We sit and there is nothing but complete silence. My pupils are still getting cozy with the idea of dilating after all that candle time, but I swear I'm seeing movement over on the futon where we had been. I don't ask Ryan to turn and look with me. I just want it to end. Throughout the nearly three-quarter hour we spent in that cramped salt acorn, we both got chills at completely separate times. I heard a whisper, "No no no no no" like a mantra for about thirty seconds, and when I look at Ryan to comfort him, I'm horrified to see that he isn't the one saying it.
By the time the watch hit , we hadn't moved. We didn't leave the damn thing until at least Both slowly and silently, we got up and turned every light on in the house. The afterword of this whole experience? I went to the bathroom to see what kind of a mark that ceiling piece had left. As you could see, the piece of ceiling that fell was clearly part of an already deteriorating room. The rest of the ceiling had fallen last summer, but there was no activity back there since.
The fact that another large chunk would just fall as we were playing the Midnight Game, right after seeing him and right as I'm underneath it, is staggeringly horrible.
People I know in places from my childhood, they'll be talking to me normally and calmly, and then suddenly their eyes are pupilless and their tongue is wagging, almost as absurdly creepy as the original Evil Dead only realistic in a way that I can't and will not describe. None of my dreams have involved the Midnight Man, but I can't help but feel like I lost.
We shouldn't have shared the same salt circle, because that was never verified as workable in the rules. Welcome back to another edition of Paranormal Games at iHorror. The Midnight Man , for me, is creepier than our last entry— The Three Kings Ritual —mostly because rather than sitting down and asking questions, this game puts your squarely on the run from an entity you willingly invite into your home for over three hours.
Of course, as these things go, they claim that it was based on an old pagan ritual used to punish law-breakers. Regardless, the story has worked its way into the realm of urban legends and has spawned multiple film adaptations including one starring Lin Shaye and Robert Englund. Supply Note: Each player will need each of the items listed for themselves save for the door. Different sites say different things, but there seems to be a consensus that you can all use the same door and do that part of the ritual together.
Write your full name first, middle, last on your piece of paper and then, using the pin, prick your finger and place one drop of your blood on the paper allowing it to soak in.
When midnight approaches, set your piece of paper in front of the door, light your candle, and set it atop of the piece of paper. Take a needle and prick your finger and put at least a single drop of blood on the same piece of paper that you wrote your name on and allow it to soak into the paper.
Turn off all the lights in the place you're about to perform this. Go to your wooden door and place the paper with your name on it right in front of the wooden door. Take out your candle and light it and place the candle on top of the paper. Knock on the door 22 times. The hour must exactly be AM upon the final knock. Then open the door, blow out your candle, and close the door. Should your candle ever go out? That means the midnight man is near you, you must relight your candle within the next 10 seconds.
If you fail to do this, you then must immediately surround yourself with a circle of salt. If you fail to do both of your actions, the midnight man will create hallucinations of your greatest fear and rip out your organs one by one. You will feel it, but you will be unable to react.
If you're successful in creating the circle of salt, you then must remain in the circle of salt until AM. If you're successful in relighting your candle, you may continue with the game. You must continue until AM without being attacked by the midnight man or being isolated in the circle of salt and you'll be able to proceed in the morning.
If you blow out your candle, you have to relight it within 10 seconds or else he will find you. Yes No. Not Helpful 12 Helpful No, the salt circle is your protective charm. He can't harm you while you're inside of it, but he can try to scare you. Not Helpful 22 Helpful Yes he will come back, but don't play on Friday the 13th, he will be worse than any other times you've played.
Not Helpful 16 Helpful Then you'll have pour salt all around your body in a circle in order to keep the Midnight Man from catching you. Not Helpful 19 Helpful The rules state you're not allowed to go outside.
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