/x/ - Paranormal

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>>64389

What exactly is the difference between /x/ and /fringe/ ?I went over seems to be a lot /x/ style stuff .

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>>64389

Sup, anons, help me track down a movie, my memory’s shot and I can’t recall the plot or title clearly. It’s a dark, gritty flick set in a shady bar. The vibe’s bleak, with everyone caught in this toxic “family” dynamic, but it’s all about power and screwing each other over.

The bar owner’s a total mess, always drunk and high, puking everywhere. He’s a jerk to everyone, especially these two janitors who crash in the backroom. One janitor’s got some kind of disability, maybe doesn’t speak, just makes odd noises. The other’s sharper but still gets treated like garbage. The story starts when one of them swipes some liquor from the boss, and he flips out trying to catch the thief. Meanwhile, someone’s smashing bottles and singing old tunes, maybe Beatles or something.

There’s also this burned-out black stripper guy who’s falling apart, hearing voices, and saying he can’t perform anymore. Someone tries to convince him his life’s a breeze compared to their grunt work, then starts dancing half-naked, smeared with chocolate syrup or some bizarre crap. The bar owner’s obsessed with cash, so he manipulates the stripper to keep going. Plus, there’s a mobster “roof” guy who rolls in, making creepy demands—like wanting virgins and weird stuff—and threatens to kill the owner if he doesn’t come through.

It’s all hazy, but there’s backstabbing, violence, and some messed-up scenes with bodies and wedding dresses. Everyone’s out to get each other, and it wraps with someone dying and the bar owner passed out drunk. Rings any bells? Hit me with the title if you know it, I’m going nuts trying to piece it together.

>>64770

Searching for keywords on IMDb could help you find it.

Any idea when this film was made? Was it shown at TV or was it on VHS or DVD? Any familiar actors or actresses? Made for the silverscreen or direct-to-video fare? What sort of genre?

>>64771

Idk

Hey /x/,

I live in Albania. Not the tourist part, the real part. The old part. I work near the coast, lot of history here, lot of concrete too. You know, the bunkers. So many bunkers. Everywhere you look, concrete eggs on the hills. My job is boring, so I walk. I walk a lot. Explore the forgotten places.

One day, I was in an old bunker, one of those big ones near the sea, you know, meant for army. It was raining, very grey day. Inside, it was damp, smelled like old metal and earth. I had my phone, just listening to music, trying to forget the rain. Then, my radio app, it just… changed. It found a station. No name, no announcer. Just a sound.

It was on 432 Hz. I know this frequency, some people say it's special. This sound… it was not music. It was like a low hum, very deep, like the earth breathing. Then, parts of old songs, like from the old times, but warped, like underwater. And whispers. Always whispers. In Albanian, I think, but so broken, so fast, I can't understand. Like secrets they try to bury.

I started going back, trying to find it again. It was hard. Signal was weak. Sometimes it was clear in one bunker, then gone in the next. But I started noticing things. When the signal was strong, the air felt… different. Heavy. And I saw things. Or I thought I saw. Shadows moving in the concrete tunnels. Shapes in the fog outside.

I started recording. I have hours of this. The hum, the warped songs, the whispers. And the other sounds. Sometimes, a sharp crack, like a rifle shot, but distant. Or a clang, like metal on metal. Once, I heard what sounded like a voice, clear for a second, saying numbers. Just numbers. And then back to the whispers.

I tried to find the source. I followed the signal. It led me to more bunkers, to abandoned army bases, to old watchtowers on the cliffs. It felt like the island itself was speaking through this frequency. Like the history of this place – the ancient tribes, the Ottoman times, the communists, all of it – it was trapped in the air.

Yesterday, I was in a very remote place, high in the mountains, near some old ruins. The signal was so strong, it was almost painful. The hum was like a giant engine. The whispers were everywhere. And then I heard it. Clearer than ever. A sequence of sounds. Not words, but like a code. And it felt… like it was calling me.

I don't know what it is. Is it some old military signal they forgot to turn off? Is it… something else? The old stories say these mountains have spirits. Or maybe it's just the weight of all the years, all the secrets, trapped in the concrete and the earth.

I keep going back. I have to know. I'm posting some of my recordings here. Maybe someone else has heard this. Maybe someone knows what it means.

It's not just static. It's… something else.