From:john.taylor@hotmail.com
Subject: Even Morgan Freeman knows about Iaor'aths.
On April 10th, 1926, Turkish historian Aagha Utkan, age 57, died gruesomely in Istanbul on Beyazit square, near the university. According to many witnesses, he was skinned alive and then torn apart by invisible forces in a process that took several minutes. Some accounts report his dying, screaming, last words to have been: "I can feel them eating my soul away!"
Prior to his death, according to coworkers, friends and family, Utkan had become nervous and agitated. When asked, he would refuse to give any explanation. One fellow historian, Fahri Yildirim, reported having heard Utkan mumbling to himself the words "I can't stop thinking about them." repeatedly.
Utkan was a renown scholar who had specialized in ancient civilizations and had studied and mastered many languages, among which Sumerian and Greek. Prior to his death, he was studying a stone tablet found during diggings in Egypt covered with what appeared to be characters from an unknown dead language. He was fascinated by the myth of Atlantis and had made it a goal to uncover the truth about it.
Utkan destroyed most of his notes before his death. No trace of the tablet was ever found. Without any clues to further their investigation, the authorities classified the case as an accident. For almost a century, Utkan's death has remained one of the strangest, best documented unknown mysteries of the twentieth century.
Until unfortunately I stumbled upon it. My name is John "Rotten" Taylor. You should know my name, as you're about to die horribly thanks to me. I gathered whatever was left of my sanity to write this down, so please pay attention. I make a living by spamming inboxes across the world, including yours, with anything from adds for drugs supposed to finally make you able to satisfy women, to expensive fake watches that will probably give you skin cancer. Millions of people are within my reach. I'm also an information junkie. I crave for it like a fat cop craves for donuts
I first heard of Utkan's mysterious death a few years ago while chatting on an IRC channel. I was immediately fascinated by this story and began investigating it. Four weeks ago - twenty seven dreadful days, to be be specific - I finally acquired the remaining pages of his notes.
There were only a handful of pages left out of the hundreds Utkan had dedicated to his research. They were scorched and filled with hard to decipher hand writing. Almost useless. However, with some help, I managed to collect what seemed to be the senseless ramblings of a mad man. There was mention of a breed of obscene invisible creatures occupying the same space as us but "not quite". A word in a language long forgotten kept showing through his notes. Whatever it is, a name, a verb, I still don't know to this day. But I know what it brings.
"Iaor'aths". The moment I said that word aloud, the world around me got dimmer, as if a cloud had suddenly filled the sky. I felt my heart race. Cold sweats. Shivers. My balls retracted. The feeling that there was something else with me, hungry for me. Then I saw it. But not really. It was on the edge of my sight. Whenever I tried to focus on it, it seemed to shift away.
At first there was only one. In time, they've become clearer, more numerous, although still barely visible.Now, whenever I think about them, I can almost see thousands of long, thin, shimmering, ever- changing strips of flesh with razor sharp teeth surrounding me, waiting for the right time to strike. And I know that the time is near.
But I won't go alone. I want to take along as many of you as I can. That's the point of this email. The spam to end civilization. I've got it all planed, you see. Even if you haven't read the whole email, you've probably read its subject. That's all I need. Since its mentioning a world-renowned American actor and since that last word is quite odd, you've probably said "Iaor'aths" aloud with an American English accent. I decided to transcribe it that way to maximize the impact. Soon you'll start seeing them and it will be the end for you. That's the beauty of it. The more you think about it, the more they are aware of you. And the more you see them, the more you think about them. Until they're ready and you're dead.
In a minute now, this email will reach hundreds of millions of accounts. You know that's what I do for a living, right? You bastards with your junkmail filters may be safe, but what about your moms? I estimate only one percent success, at first. That's already over three hundred thousands deaths within a few weeks. And probably the end of civilization. What about the news coverage? What if it goes viral?
Sadly, I won't be here to enjoy the show. A bottle of sleeping pills I got online and some vodka are waiting for me. This Nigerian prince is taking the easy way out.
So send this email to ten other accounts within a week or don't, I couldn't care less. You're going to die a horrible way anyhow.
Sincerely, fuck you humanity.
John "Rotten" Taylor.
