The Tulpa Ritual


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Disclaimer: I am posting this for fun and because people enjoy reading about these things. If you choose to play any of these games then you do so at your own risk.

How to Play


  • Credit goes to Augur-Jearn of Reddit.
  • The idea behind this ritual is to summon what the OP calls a Servitor.
  • Remember, according to myth, naming something gives it power.
  • Note that the OP states that you may come up with a name, only for this ritual not to work, or for it not to feel right. The way the ritual reads, it is almost as though you are supposed to have a name pop into your head that will just feel right to you. You shouldn’t be thinking too hard about it.
  • Although this ritual seems to claim that you should be able to create something yourself, several parts of it are similar to older rituals that are intended to call upon things already out there. The idea is that you name these formless entities, giving them power and in doing so, can bind them to you, but only for a time. The more people that know of said entity, the more powerful it would become, which might be why you are never supposed to share the name with anyone else.


  • A notebook.
  • Pen/pencil.
  • A sterile needle.


  • You must pick a name for your Servitor. The name should then be reversed. So if your chosen name is Billy Bob, then your Servitor would be Bob Yllib, which as we will all agree, is a spiffing name for a demonic best buddy. Remove the vowels from the name.
  • You must remember the name, but do not keep it written down anywhere. You should also design a shape that will represent your new friend.
  • Following this you should focus on this shape, meditate upon it as frequently as possible. Your thoughts should either bring this thing into life, or allow something already in existence to come through to our world using your will. You should be patient with this part.
  • When you feel that you have allowed enough time for your Servitor to take shape, so to speak, then you are ready to move onto the next phase.
  • Fill your sink with water.
  • Prick your finger and allow drops of blood to fall into the water. Blood magick would indicate that the more blood you give the entity, the more bound to you it will be – however, it could also mean that said entity becomes more powerful than you would like.
  • Draw your symbol on a piece of paper and drop it into the the bloody water. Just think, you could be watching Jessica Jones right now (it’s good). Get it wet enough for the paper to dissolve, or be ripped into pieces small enough to go down the drain. Note, I accept no liability for either demonic entities, or plumbing issues following this.
  • Say aloud, ‘This signifies our friendship [Bb Yllb, or whatever your Servitor’s name is]. You are now bound to me by my sigil, doused in my blood.’
  • Remove the plug (that came out as pug then, remove any small dogs too) and allow the water, plus paper to flow out. As it does, say, ‘Our friendship has transcended into the spirit world! I declare again that you are bound to me by blood and sigil.’
  • Turn off all lights and leave all doors standing open (except your front and back door). You must now leave your house for at least ten minutes. It would be very dangerous to remain.
  • Once you return to the house, you should feel a subtle difference. Now you have brought your Servitor forth, it requires a shape. For the next month you should meditate on how your Servitor would look. Perhaps it is a cat, Angelina Jolie, a pocket watch. Whatever does it for you, no judgement.
  • As time goes on you should start to notice subtle attempts at contact. The more powerful the Servitor, the less subtle these will be. You may now begin to talk to it and meditate upon whatever you want its help with.
  • If time has passed and nothing is happening, but you feel the name was correct, the OP offers the following advice. Get an item, anything really, and have it serve as your Servitor’s vessel. Create another sigil on paper and burn it. Place the ashes into the vessel. This should help.
  • The OP says that you will need to feed your Servitor from time to time. The Servitor will let you know what it wants. You may not like what it asks for. But if you do not feed it then it may break free of you.

Safety first

Usual stuff about randomly stabbing yourself with needles and why that isn’t a great idea.

Risk level

High. I have said on this blog several times that while I am a skeptic, I do not advise using blood magick in any form. Games like this can have a psychological impact on people and there are a lot  of stories out there about what has happened following one of these sort of games involving blood. This could play on your mind. As always, it is your choice. You’re an awesome badass and I’m not the boss of you (except you, Chris. I am totally the boss of you).

Would I play?




The Mummer Man


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I thought I would do something a bit different this time and instead of posting a game, or a link to a creepy article/video, I would instead include one of my favourite r/nosleep stories. It has the usual mild gore and freaky stuff you would expect from a horror story so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Here we go.

Full credit to SuddenlySatan of Reddit. I do not own this story, I am simply posting it.

The Mummer Man

Where do I start with this? He won’t tell me. So I’ll start at the beginning. Probably as good a place as any.

I’m a bibliophile. I love books. I love reading and I love collecting books. Or at least, I used to. It’s changed now, of course.

I joined a group – local book club – in the hope of meeting new people. I’d just come out of a shitty relationship and I was low and feeling pretty hollowed out. Most of my friends were her friends and when we split they mostly sided with her. So I was single and friendless. Thought I’d start over. Make a new circle. I saw on Reddit some life hack about local interest groups as a way to find like-minded fellows. So naturally I thought, what about a book club?

It was a good club but it’s changed lately. It’s much more serious. Not so much fun as it was to start with.

A lady called Tara ran the book club. She was single and pretty but also pretty strange – a hippy guru – I decided early on that she and I were not going to socialize outside the club. The club met once a fortnight here in her cottage, all low beams, exposed stonework and log fires.

The first couple of meets were ok. Fun like I said. The people were quite nice really. Each session we took we took it in turns to bring a book we intended to read. Everyone else had to source the same book and read it ready for the next meet. We actually did that too. This wasn’t one of those book clubs where everyone used the book thing as an excuse to meet and chew the fat. I liked the fact we read the books and then talked about them. I liked the fact they were proper bibliophiles like me. I liked that, but I don’t like it now. It was a happier time. It’s so dark now and not at all like it was.

Yes, yes, I’m typing.

It was my turn to choose a book, so I went for a walk, popped into a flea-market book store, a place I hadn’t been to before. It was musty, just like I like it. Downstairs was local history, upstairs fiction, hobbies and children’s literature. The staircase between floors was open plan and turned a corner halfway. Here was a half-landing and a bookcase marked ‘Esoteria’.

I have a look. Weird books about mysteries, magic and miracles. I pick up an Erich Von Daniken. Ancient aliens. I decide to make this the book club’s next read. Before leaving my eye falls on something poking out from under the bookcase. I pull out a crusty old tome, leatherbound and cracked. I love this kind of thing, so I peel it open to find I’m reading a black magic guide. I buy the books. “50p” each. Dog-eared and old and that’s the way I like it.

The next book club session is next evening, I take out the Von Daniken “this is our next read”. I get some groans. The old tome is in my bag and Steve spots it. “What’s that?”

I share the tome around and everyone has a look. It raises some eyebrows, especially when Steve turns to the back and unfolds a ouija board. I hadn’t noticed. It’s printed on the back cover which is bifold. “What’s this?” Steve asks. He shows me and the others. It’s a poem written around the edge.

Dost thou seek the Mummer Man?

Larking in the gimcrack land?

What a gowk, that son of Pan.

Let’s haul him forth, let’s drag him down.

Let’s speak together, a timbrous clan

calling forth the Mummer Man.

Let’s say together that bacchanal

Hoi Hoi, two three, around and round.

All fingers now upon the planchette

Speak again, with voices dulcit

Mummer Man, we call you lad,

Come play with us, and make us glad.

The group debate. Play with the board and intone the chant? Or not. I wasn’t fussed, but Tara wouldn’t. She was frightened. But the others are skeptics. Don’t believe the mumbo jumbo. So we give it a go with a grin and a laugh. Steve and me and anyone who wants to join in.

We put fingers on the planchette and recite the chant. When we reach the last word the planchette does’t move and nothing happens. I get bored and put the book away. We get on with the rest of the evening.

Tara is tense and I ask her what her problem is. There’s nothing in the ouija board, I tell her. It’s nonsense. She’s trembling. I laugh. I tell her I’d go put the book in my car if it makes her feel better. She wouldn’t answer. Annoying! So annoying! and I said “that’s annoying”. ‘Hippy guru’? It’s a tiresome thing. we use her house, but she’s a useless hippy.

“I can see him,” she cries out.


“The Mummer Man,” she said.

Tara’s bullshit act I call it.

“Uh. Yeah. Ok,” someone clears the air with a smirk. “Shall we get back to the books?”

But Tara’s not letting go. A quivering finger toward the door. “He’s coming.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I have to concur. Horror movie cliches to embellish the Tara drama. Attention seeking. Always the same.

I take out my phone. Camera on.

“What are you doing?” Asks Steve.

“Getting a photo of the Mummer Man, what else?”

And then everything changes.

Clickety click.

Everything changes lickety split.

Imagine you were living a life when one day you find a door to another world. But that world is reality and yours is a sham, your life is delusion in rules and truths written for by a liar whom you admire. Like watching your killer slide the knife across your belly, dipping the tip into the button, pushing pushing pushing so that everything sinks like a piece of elastic to show the curve of space. See how the gravity sinks? See how the blood bubbles up? None of it is real. Only the pain is true.

This is how I felt. You can buy my feeling if you like. 50p, to you.

I don’t know what he is. But he’s here now.

Where Tara said he would. The hallway. Dashing into the room. Small, shapeless, wrapped in brown, a wild mane and tiny feet flapping. His mouth is filled with sharp little teeth and a tongue like a swollen slug. He screams like a mooncalf. His eyes bulge and roll as they land on us in turn. He claims us by name and wants his fun. We scream too, clamber up the backs of our chairs like chimpanzees, curse and trip in our haste to get the fuck away. He tears through the room then goes through the other door. We can hear slapping as he runs. His screaming fades to a faraway mumble.

I had my photo. Would you like to see it? Dost thou seek?


Describe the sounds I made? A scream like a pig if you stuck it with a knife, sliced it sideways and bled it in a bucket. He’s over me now, making me write. Sometimes in my head like a smell. I’d like to sleep but he won’t let me. He wants me to write and then maybe he’ll send me into a nightmare where we can spend some time alone.

It’s been a while since he first appeared in the night. Little goblin Mummer Man screaming his delight.

We all ran for the door. Some were giggling, all part of a wonderful hoax, a silly mask, a funny man playing the part, by me and Steve probably. They hadn’t seen the door to reality was open, the lie revealed.

Tara was first, skinny legs running. She knew the truth. She threw the door open, but no street or night. Only her bedroom.

We were upstairs. Nobody remembered going upstairs. We wanted out, not up.

We charged downstairs. They were pale with that sick feeling. “What the fuck are you two up to?” Jim to me and Steve. I grab the front door and throw it open, let me out into the night. Out, such sweet delight.

But no.

Tara stares back. I’m in her bedroom. The others behind her, staring at me. “What the fuck?” Jim scowls, eyes so wide I can see the fleshy red.

There’s mumbling and I turn around.

Dost thou seek the Mummer Man? Larking in the gimcrack land? What a gowk, that son of Pan. Let’s haul him forth, let’s drag him down.

I’m in the living room at Tara’s house, writing, and it’s very dark and cold. I don’t remember how I got here. I suppose the Mummer Man delivered me.

There’s no out. Only in. Out was fake. Never was. Only this. Only now. The dark. The cold. His mumbling sound.

There’s Tara in the corner, rocking like a bobbin. He said she looked like wood and pushed it down her throat. She has to look up now or she’ll choke on her neck. He made her hurt with those hooks. She gargles like she’s drowning in pig fat but he won’t stop.

It’s been days I think. I’m hungry, but what is food? All I know is typing so you can read. Read it out loud if you like. It might make you feel.

Now we’re downstairs, walking with our chins down, a line of naughty children.

He wanted the air to be cold so that our eyeballs would freeze. He’d pop them out and slip them in a cup and crack them like eggs with a silver spoon. Then he’d ask us one by one, if we’d be so kind as to bite off our fingers and serve them on a plate. Tasty soldiers to dip in the goo. It’s only a bit of blood so please don’t cry. You’re spoiling dinner for everyone else.

He’d run in circles. Hallway, living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway, screaming and screaming, eyeing us to check we’re good. Jim stopped speaking when the Mummer Man kissed him. His head is a cave, the edges quiver. He’s gone larking in the gimcrack land where something bad will do bad things to him until there are no tears left.

Can I go home? I ask. I sound pathetic. Like I did when I was little and mummy didn’t like my muddy trousers. “I want mum.”

“Shut the fuck up” Steve growls from the darkness. He’s an animal now from Never Never Land, naked and squatting as a fawn, pulling bits off. Left leg first. He has to twist the long bone and I hear his knee pop like a cap.

“Once upon a time in nursery rhyme, the Mummer Man mangled Father Time” Steve is saying a pretty song. There’s a lot of blood on the floor and he’s sitting in it. The Mummer Man watches me with his visible eye while he sucks it up through a straw. “That’s dirty” I say, “mum wouldn’t like a mess.”

“It’s ok,” Steve shakes his leg to empty the blood. “He’s cleaning it up, that bacchanal.”

Get back to writing or you’ll be next.

Ok Ok. I’m doing it.

Maybe if I do then I can go home.

Or maybe not. Ha. Well, that about wraps it up. I don’t know what else to write. The spell is done, and now I have to type the final score.

Mummer Man, we call you lad, Come play with us, and make us glad.

I’m to take his picture, one last time. Click and flash, In the dark, the nursery rhyme. I see him in the flash. It makes me cry and shuffle until there’s wall at my back and nowhere left to go.

He wants you to see. He likes you to watch. Would you like to?


I asked him to make it dark because I don’t like to see him and I’m his favourite so he grants me a wish. He likes me. I brought him from reality into the sham. That’s why he left me for last. His fingers will feel strange in my hair as they tug. Blood will go in my eyes when the clumps come out, then it will be even darker. He doesn’t like me screaming so I’ll have to hook my mouth at either side, one finger here, one finger there, tongue stuck out and pull as hard as I can. Yes it will hurt but I’m to think of mum. She’d want me to be brave. Anyway, I won’t be allowed to stop, not until I’ve peeled it apart like an orange.

When my eyes fall out I won’t be able to see anymore anyway and that will be ok. He says I won’t want to see what comes after that. A pinch, a tug. You may feel a little prick. He wants to do something with my jaw bone. He’s making a sculpture he says and he needs it for the coup de grace. I’m to feel it when it’s finished. He let me keep my fingers for typing and feeling and holding up my tongue.

I have to go. No more typing. The book club has changed lately. It’s terribly serious all of a sudden and not at all fun. I hope you don’t read this. I don’t think much good will come of it.

The Mirror Game


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Disclaimer: I am posting this for fun and because people enjoy reading about these things. If you choose to play any of these games then you do so at your own risk.

How to play


  • In theory you can play this game as many times as you want. However each time you play you should be aware that minor, as well as major changes may happen. As such, you have no idea what may await in the parallel world.
  • Changing things in your life can cause a spiral of events you did not anticipate. You should be prepared for this.
  • There is a cost for playing this game. For example, some have said that wishing someone was still alive could cause someone else in your life to die instead.
  • This game can only be played on turning days/the equinox; Halloween, Yule, Summer Solstice etc. Check out the pagan calendar for days when this might work.
  • If you see anyone else appear in the mirror, immediately abort the game. They are attempting to cross over.


  • 2 black candles.
  • 1 white candle.
  • A large, ideally floor length mirror.
  • A lighter/matches.


  • This game must be played at night in full dark. Otherwise, the time doesn’t matter.
  • Choose a place to play. This must not be your bedroom or any other place where you could fall asleep after the game.
  • Place the 2 black candles either side of the large mirror.
  • Place the white candle in the middle, in front of the mirror.
  • Light the candles.
  • Turn off all other lights in the house.
  • You should sit in front of the mirror and concentrate on your reflection.
  • Think about something in your life that you wish was different. This can be major or minor, but there is a cost involved and you won’t know what it is until afterwards.
  • While still looking at your reflection focus on the thing you want to change and imagine how your life might have been different had things gone the way you wanted.
  • This is your final chance to abort the game. If you wish to do so, blow out the candles and destroy the mirror. Make sure every single shard is removed from your home. It may be best to break the mirror outside, away from your home.
  • Reports differ at this point.
  • The first version says you should now reach out and attempt to put your hand through the mirror. Be aware that once you do this, there is no turning back. You must pass through the mirror. You can never return to the previous one, no matter what awaits you on the other side. This is a new world in which your wish has been fulfilled. Note that you cannot anticipate what effects your wish may have had on your life, or the rest of the world.
  • The second version says simply that you should go to bed. Once you awake the world will have changed around you. Even if your wish was not granted, the world may have changed in subtle ways.
  • It is said that there is a gatekeeper that guards the passage between worlds. Those who have played this game more than once have reported seeing someone in the mirror behind them. Initially this figure is far away, but every time you play the game she gets closer. You must never let her reach you. Even if you only play the game once she will be aware of you from then on. You will be in danger every time you are in a dark room with a mirror and should avoid playing any other summoning games which involve opening portals.
  • Never sleep in the room with the mirror. Not only do you need to worry about the gatekeeper, but you have opened a portal that can never be closed. Other things may try to take advantage of this. It may be wise to keep the mirror surrounded by a ring of salt.
  • Once you have played the game once, you may only play again using the same mirror.

Safety first

Broken mirrors leave shards that can stick into your feet at the worst possible time.

Risk level


Would I play?

No. My current life is okay.

Scapegoat (game)


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Disclaimer: I am posting this for fun and because people enjoy reading about these things. If you choose to play any of these games then you do so at your own risk.

How to play


  • Please note that I have credited the original source (the one I found first) Synchros for this post, but I have found additional blog entries with slight deviations. I have included some of these deviations where I feel they enhance the game.
  • This game is very similar to Hitori Kakurenbo, which I’ve previously talked about on this blog. According to the source the difference lies in the dolls reaction. Instead of confronting you, if it discovers your hiding place it will be smiling at the end of the game. The source also states that this game is far more dangerous than One Man Hide and Seek, so proceed with caution. Also note that I personally feel that playing this game in your own home would be a big mistake and should ideally be avoided.
  • Hide the scapegoat very well. Some sources claim that it is very dangerous for the other doll to obtain your hair. Some suggest hiding it within a series of boxes, like a set of Russian dolls.
  • Please note, the longer the game goes on, the more likely the doll is to find you. Most sources suggest starting with one or two minutes as you can play this game again.
  • You must play alone.
  • Do not make a sound while the original doll is searching for you.
  • Do not run away without finishing the game properly.
  • Do not leave the house while playing.
  • End the game before the sun comes up. Do not play for too long or the doll may find you.
  • If you choose to replay the game use completely new materials and do not hide the scapegoat or yourself in the same place.
  • Once the game has started never cross between the mirrors.


  • Two tall mirrors that you don’t mind destroying.
  • A humanoid doll that isn’t smiling.
  • A second doll to use as a scapegoat.
  • An alarm clock.
  • A candle of any colour except black or red.
  • A blindfold.
  • A single hair strand.
  • Five spoonfuls of salt (doesn’t say whether table or teaspoon size, but given the amount you need I would suggest the former).


  • Place the mirrors facing each other with the unlit candle in the middle.
  • The scapegoat doll functions as a distraction so tie your hair onto it as tightly as possible.
  • Hide this doll well. It should be far away from your intended hiding spot, but near the other doll. It gives you time to hide which is why it must be closer to the other doll than you are.
  • At midnight go to the room with the mirrors and the candle.
  • Set the alarm for however long you intend to play the game.
  • Say 5 times, ‘I will leave a new body here for you in the shape of a doll.’
  • Place the original doll in front of the candle.
  • Now say, ‘let’s play,’ 5 more times.
  • You may feel strange or uncomfortable at this point, which means things are going as they should. If you feel any sense of pressure on your body you must immediately abort the game. The spirit is attempting to possess you instead of the doll.
  • If you wish to abort the game sprinkle salt and basil on both the mirrors and both dolls. The dolls should be salted and burned before you move the mirrors. Once you have done this, place the ashes of the dolls into running water, as far from your home as possible. The mirrors should be taken apart, salted and destroyed, as far from each other as possible.
  • Assuming that you wish to proceed, keep the salt with you.
  • Now say, ‘find me please. I allow x (you know the drill, replace x with desired amount of time). Once the alarm sounds, your power fades and you must return from where you came. If you win, I offer my life as tribute.’
  • Start the alarm.
  • Cover the dolls eyes with the blindfold and say, ‘the game begins.’
  • Head to your hiding spot, sprinkling a little of the salt on yourself, without leaving a trail. Hide. One variation suggests creating a salt circle around yourself once you are in your hiding place and remaining in it until the alarm sounds. Do not leave the hiding place until the end of the game.
  • The original doll should now be searching for the scapegoat.
  • Once the game is over you should take your remaining salt and go to the room with the mirrors and candle.
  • In front of the candle you say, ‘you lose, the game is done. Thank you for playing.’
  • Sprinkle salt on yourself and blow out the candle.
  • Now try to find the original doll and the scapegoat. Sprinkle salt on both.
  • The original source suggests that within three days you should send the original doll to a shrine so that they can perform a ritual to soothe the spirit. If this is not possible, I would destroy it. Destroy the scapegoat, but reclaim your hair before doing so and burn that too.
  • Dispose of the mirrors, as detailed above.
  • Smudge through every room of the house. Some suggest leaving offerings for the spirit before you do this as a way of appeasing it.
  • Please note, if at the end of the game the doll is smiling it means she found you and your life is in grave danger. You should avoid lingering in dark places and continue to smudge the rooms every day until you feel safe. Also avoid looking for long into mirrors or reflective surfaces.

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Safety First

The usual warning about candles left unattended.

Risk level

High to oh my gosh, I’m going to die.

Would I Play

Nope. I won’t play any games that require the use of blood or hair.