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Sad Satan


Internet horror game, Sad Satan, was found online on the deep web and has an unknown author. Jamie Farrell, an Irish YouTuber who runs the channel Obscure Horror Corner, came across this extremely creepy horror game.

As he played through the horror game, he came across creepy satanic imagery, the game generated strange text files and audio clips. At one point he came across a malformed little girl who let out a blood-curdling scream so loud it clipped the audio in his headphones. The game even started threatening him. So he deleted it and uploaded 5 videos of what he had recorded prior to deletion.

The game seems to be a big giant code/puzzle. From the audio used in the game to the strange images that pop up as you walk around.

“Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin being played in reverse. When the song is played in reverse, it sounds like Satanist preaching, and you can make out the phrase “There was a little toolshed where he made us suffer, sad Satan.” That is obviously where the game gets its name from. Other audio you hear in the game includes speeches by Hitler in slowed down audio, audio from Polish spy transmissions, and even Charles Manson monologues. At one point in the game, all you here is the quote “If I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left” by Manson being chanted over and over.

The auother of the game is unknown, but some people think that the buried clues in Sad Satan could be a “trailhead,” or the starting point for an alternate reality game.

Warning: The video itself def has some jump scares. Audio blasts when you least expect it.




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