So the legend goes:

 

He was walking on Mabel street in Atherton, Mo on an August morning. On the ground he spotted a round case marked only “Applied. Redacted. Forest View”. He picked it up, dusted it off and realized it was an old film case for a projector, like an 8mm or 16mm from the 70s. He had seen “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” and thought of Chevy Chase tearing up as he watched his childhood. He had also seen “Sinister” and shivered as he thought of Ethan Hawke watching in horror. Curiosity got the better of him and he grabbed it, dusted it off, and took it home. 

 

He forgot about it and years went by. Finally one day, he was in a thrift store in Kansas City when he saw an old projector in a case for 20 bucks. He was immediately reminded of the tape he had picked up and bought the antique to take home. After tinkering with it for a couple hours, he finally figured out how to get the thing working. He loaded up the tape he had found years ago, sat back, and watched in anticipation. 

 

25 minutes later he was a different man. He couldn’t explain what changed in him, but he suddenly felt the entire weight of the amazonian jungle laying on his heart, a dreadful feeling that tingled over his body. Strangely though, it wasn’t an unpleasant experience. It was like a sip or two of brandy mixed with a paper cut on your eye lid. He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t like it either. 

 

You’re probably waiting for the “and he was never seen again…” ending or something. But that didn’t happen. The man lived another 30 years, but the purgatorial feeling lasted until he passed away. He played the video for many people over the years and nobody could understand the feeling he was describing to them. They didn’t feel it. Usually they would just stop watching after a couple minutes, fake interest and go about their lives. The man learned to live with it, like tinnitus but in his whole body. No doctor, family member or friend could come up with an explanation of why he would be feeling it, so it became just a fact of life. 

 

When the man passed, his only son found the tape in the attic (I know, cliche, see paragraph 1) and the old projector, too. He had heard his dad talk about the tape over the years but he had never shown his son what was actually on it. The son, cut from the same cloth as his father, took the tape and projector and proceeded to watch it from start to finish. He viewed every second and as the film spun off the reel he immediately understood the feeling his father had described for so many years.

 

This video is a direct digitization of that film reel. The uploader (me) will not be held responsible for anything you experience if you choose to watch it for it’s entire duration.