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*A letter arives consisting only of the word "BEWARE", a crude sketch of a beetle, and the caption "The Siberian Beetle". It is followed by others with captions saying things like "The Siberian Beetle Can Talk" and similar - each one postmarked slightly closer to the character receiving them. (This one courtesy of the FBI, which never actually implemented the plan to send folks these.)
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[*]A letter arives consisting only of the word "BEWARE", a crude sketch of a beetle, and the caption "The Siberian Beetle". It is followed by others with captions saying things like "The Siberian Beetle Can Talk" and similar - each one postmarked slightly closer to the character receiving them. (This one courtesy of the FBI, which never actually implemented the plan to send folks these.)
  
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*A book develops an inexplicable stain while sitting on the shelf. The stain looks and smells an awful lot like blood... (Ironically, the book this really happened to was my copy of Cthulhu Live. - [[User:Teucer|Teucer]].)
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[*]A book develops an inexplicable stain while sitting on the shelf. The stain looks and smells an awful lot like blood... (Ironically, the book this really happened to was my copy of Cthulhu Live. - [[User:Teucer|Teucer]].)
  
 
*Just off of I-84, about 40 or so miles west of Portland, there's a little campground in the forest there.  As you enter the campground, to your left there's a big opening in the treeline, on the other side of which you can see the ghostly image of a broken railroad bridge, part of it dangling down.  You can often even hear what sounds like the squeals of brakes.  The disturbing part of course, being that there is no such brige on the other side of those trees, and there never has been.  --[[User:J Arcane|J Arcane]] 16:37, 21 May 2005 (PDT)
 
*Just off of I-84, about 40 or so miles west of Portland, there's a little campground in the forest there.  As you enter the campground, to your left there's a big opening in the treeline, on the other side of which you can see the ghostly image of a broken railroad bridge, part of it dangling down.  You can often even hear what sounds like the squeals of brakes.  The disturbing part of course, being that there is no such brige on the other side of those trees, and there never has been.  --[[User:J Arcane|J Arcane]] 16:37, 21 May 2005 (PDT)

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