Lots of technical stuff. Bill Benson sat down. He seemed to get annoyed at me asking him about it. When I got there I checked into another hotel. EMBED. He must have decided to go back, just like Bill. Then another thought came to mind. After what felt like half an hour, Kate said,"I have an idea.". The photo was taken a few months after I was born. Memories came flooding back. We have to find the ones they took. I tried to think back. We then showed up back at the metal building. Read The Farnsworth Experiments from the story Creepypasta Stories by mjlo1971 (milo) with 39 reads. I felt a sinking feeling as the source of the light grew more apparent. His hair was neat. I scraped the ice off the windshield of my rental car and set off towards Albany. How could I be here? We're safe. The camera started loading the last picture. My dad replied, sounding more nervous than I had ever heard him: I got up from the floor quickly, hitting my head on a shelf with a loud thud. I Kept clicking through the pictures. The Farnsworth experiments have had many victims, don't let yourself become one. He was covered from head-to-toe in scratches and wounds. The goal was to test a 15 year old hypothesis that previous to this point seemed untestable. That also goes for everyone back in Florida. I heard a lot about oscillations. He began work on a government funded research project. I heard the conversation stop. ", "For your own good, don't try any detective work. My dad came over and said. Now I could see what was watching me. Benson was on the left, looking much younger. Name * First Name. The team tried and failed, nothing more to it. she replied. I looked at the footprints. More and more of them became clear. They were the oldest of the group. A variant type of fusor had been proposed previously by William Elmore, James L. Tuck, and Ken Watson at the Los Alamos National Laboratory though they never built the machine. I didn't know how to get back. There was the picture of Bill's old apartment building. I've now concluded that The Farnsworth experiment sought to find a means of time travel by drilling through another reality. They couldn't get any other information. I didn't know what exactly it meant, but all my nerve seemed to leave. But it was filled with furniture. When I kept it up, he eventually told me a brief account of what happened. ", "What happened with the Farnsworth experiments, what is it that everybody has been trying to hide from me for my entire life? I walked in, following Bill. Is that you?" Bill looked at him and said. Some they watch, some they kill, and to some they do much worse. Sheet after sheet of random notes and equations. All of it looked like it had been falling apart for a long time. I knew it was Bill Benson. Kate, don't come for me. Farnsworth-Munsell 100 HueColor Vision Test. I then opened the second match. I heard a lot about oscillations. Now Bill's problem is he went back. I'm trying to find these people, not send more off.". I couldn't remember any of this. We can't get ourselves involved. A lot of it I didn't understand, but one section was relatively clear. Three more. Fusors have been built by various institutions. It was a normal Thanksgiving meal. I assumed she was trying to forget too. They formed themselves into millions of arms each grabbing me. Participants will sometimes second-guess what the researcher is after, or change their answers or behaviors in different ways, depending on the experiment or environment. The call cut off. I looked at the photograph first. said Bill as he stepped outside. I went to go open it. Two months later I got a call from Kate. He shouldn't have. It was a hole. Now we are going to eat dessert like nothing happened. she replied. If Bill Benson was dead, who was it I had been talking to the last few hours? Don't stay down there too long!". ", "Somebody knocked me out, how do you know we're not in danger? There was Bill running over the hill. His hair was completely gray. Live like I live, live like nothing ever happened. I felt relieved to step back into the warm Florida air. I pulled out my cell phone, no reception. I was lying in the snow. My aunt and uncle, a cousin, and Kate's fiancée all showed up. We ate pumpkin pie. The last thing I could remember was the strange building. He looked terrified. It felt like I had been following these footprints for an hour. There was Bill running over the hill. We kept looking down the hall to Dad's office, the door remained shut. For 30 years, The Farnsworth Group has accrued specialized industry knowledge while perfecting tools for custom market research. The one piece of information they could find about him was an apartment he had rented five years ago. Whenever I did think about it, I found myself filled with an equal mix of fear and curiosity. I saved it. There were the lab notes. Whenever I heard someone retelling the story, I wished I could tell the real version, but I promised dad I wouldn't, for the sake of his career. It was a man, maybe 60 years old. They walked away quickly. Bill, whatever thing was impersonating him was standing in the doorway. Bill started to speak, but dad cut him off. would be unmistakably visible in the later Farnsworth House. I woke up in a field. "I'll just bring the coffee down to you then!" Above them was a banner saying Happy New Year '85. He was unshaven. As I grew closer, the light grew brighter. After a month, they stopped looking. I thanked her and left. The story of the creative and emotional entanglement in 1947 between legendary architect Mies Van der Rohe and his client Dr. Edith Farnsworth which resulted in the first glass house -- the landmark Farnsworth House near Chicago. They're always there in the corner of my eye. Any anxiety I felt began to fade after a few minutes. I took out my phone and looked at the time. The instant the light from the photo hit my eyes I felt a horrible feeling. I flew out immediately. It belongs to the group of hue discrimination, also called arrangement tests. The screen on my camera labeled this photo as the fourth from the last. Then another thought came to mind. Two months later I got a call from Kate. His hair was neat. Whoever made the blog must have disabled them from showing. More and more of them became clear. "Robert! Just when the meal was drawing to a close, there was a knock on the front door. I lost a portion of my memory. Some they watch, some they kill, and to some they do much worse. Somewhere warm and safe. I managed to get one glimpse of where they were pulling me, an open door. Memories came flooding back. Bill looked at me and Kate, then back at my dad. I flew up from Florida to participate. I knew that photo. It looked to be two-stories with one window and a single door. The file size on this photo was 15.3 gigabytes. The call cut off. Thanksgiving this year was smaller than years before. I was just in a city. This picture of Benson must have been more recent. As Kate and I walked as quietly out of the room as we could, we heard footsteps downstairs. I went off to college, lived life, and never gave it a second thought. I shined the phone light on my hand and saw blood. Forgetting over time became easier. In the pictures, I walked back into the woods. In 1920, a fourteen-year-old boy in Idaho, named Philo Farnsworth, asked his science teacher for advice on a design he was working on for an electronic television system. They saw Benson as a bit of nut. I was the last to arrive. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. "You know how I've said I worked on the Farnsworth experiments when you both were really little. It was old and faded, but I could still make out what it said. I shined my phone light down the stairs, revealing an old wooden staircase. Its significance is two-fold. 2:28 AM. After a quick look around I realized 100s were the basement. "Are you coming? Bill's cell phone, no reception. "It would take me days to explain, just think of it as a result of the experiments. ", "My wife is dead, she died in a car accident.". I began to run, cellphone outstretched. The thing that struck me the most about that picture was the look of absolute terror on his face. I began to read. Dad still lived in the same house that we lived in since I was maybe 10. The photo was definitely him. "Yes, can I ask you a few questions about someone who used to live here?". There were no deaths or disappearances. I flicked another switch and saw another lab, very similar to the first, but a little bigger. I remember his voice clearly. He was wearing street clothes, also neat. All of it looked like it had been falling apart for a long time. When did I last use the camera? The Glass Skyscraper project of 1922 (figure 10), with its He began work on a government funded research project. I was lying in the snow. Kate was living in New Jersey, working on her residency at a big hospital. It felt good to know the truth. I occasionally thought I heard some nervousness in his voice, but it was too subtle to really tell. He took the flight of stairs that led up. But nobody considered what inhabitants it might have. Hours. This was the same photo I saw online four years ago. The thing that struck me the most about that picture was the look of absolute terror on his face. By the time any of you read this I'll be dead. ", "I'm gonna get some coffee" said Bill. "He told us if anyone trustworthy came looking for him, to give them this," she said. The background was too dark to make out what was in the third room. I couldn't remember any of this. That building gave me the creeps. Experiments with Farnsworth's "Fusor" in the early-to-mid 1960s were impressive but inconclusive: despite tremendous "neutron counts" (the evidence of fusion), the Fusor never conclusively reached "break-even" -- the point at which there is more energy coming out of the device than goes in to start and sustain the reaction. Today, I'm back to living my life, the best that I can. Dad, who looked nearly the same as after all those years, and Mom, who I only remember from pictures. I'm guessing he was mad that I followed him. I felt watched from every angle. I took up photography as a hobby, and was becoming pretty good. After a minute or two I walked over to those stairs. Three more. She led me upstairs to her old bedroom, situated right above Dad's office. I took the camera out of my camera bag and turned it on. "If you want to stay for dessert, stay. I walked down a short flight of stairs and into a long hallway; 107 was easy to find. "John, is there somewhere we can talk, privately?". My head hurt like crazy. Night. "You want some coffee?". I don't know why they do different things to different people. There were two flights of stairs, one going up and one going down. I put the contents of the box in my camera bag and then made my way by foot to the park. I got a job in Tampa, Florida. He seemed to get annoyed at me asking him about it. That was strange. Where did it all go? I was in and out of two relationships. https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/The_Farnsworth_Experiments?oldid=1427767. My name is Robert Lawrence Bowen. They frequently need sanding and painting. I closed the photo quickly. The Farnsworth Experiments The next day I returned to Florida. My mind was now focused on this new peculiar problem. "Can I help you?" Email Address * Company Thank you! The Philo Farnsworth Experiment Audio Preview remove-circle Share or Embed This Item. I woke up in a field. I don't know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do. I didn't know what exactly it meant, but all my nerve seemed to leave. I felt a tremendous feeling of relief. Bill, whatever thing was impersonating him was standing in the doorway. This design came from work by Philo T. Farnsworth in 1964 and Robert L. Hirsch in 1967. I asked. I was shivering. Said the woman behind the desk. Thanksgiving this year was smaller than years before. When I got there I checked into another hotel. The Farnsworth-Munsell 100 hue test is one of the most famous color vision tests available. Dad took a deep breath and didn't speak for maybe a minute. ", "It's for your own good that I don't tell you. They just kept going. We went back to the dining room. I thanked her and left. scary, creepystuff, creepy. I was in the middle of a snowy wilderness. I'll get out the pumpkin pie.". I haven't told anyone. After maybe two to three minutes, I heard Bill Benson shout, "You can't hide! I'll end with a brief statement to the people who were in my old life. I knew it was Bill Benson. They moved in on me from all directions. But I had been going straight for what must have been well over a mile. It rang, once, twice, three times. I found an old webpage for a university that listed a William C. Benson as a professor. As we descended the old wooden flight of stairs, Dad walked into view. 317.241.5600 x 301 sales@thefarnsworthgroup.com. Every day. Then the project ended. Snow lightly fell. I don't know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do. Dad, if you're reading this, take your own advice. ", "Yes, exactly", said Bill, "Our lab was downstairs. The only light coming from my cellphone. I knew dad was alive. He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. They were almost gone, but not quite. Do you have the photograph from the box?". I nervously walked through it. They were mostly talking about an issue with oscillators. I then opened the second match. A lot of it I didn't understand, but one section was relatively clear. I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was the mid 80s and he was living in Albany, New York, pursuing his PhD. His hair was gray and long. I was just me, Dad, and my older sister, Kate. The one piece of information they could find about him was an apartment he had rented five years ago. The next photos were of the first lab. I've been here three years. I then noticed that they came from the same source. They combed the area.They scoured databases, but even with his name, face, thumbprint, and retina, they found nothing. Then, one photo showed up that confused me. He calmed down in the next few pictures. I must have been taking them like mad. To them, Bill Benson was a dead end. Night. Finally, I got to a photo where Bill reached for the door to the second lab. A man and a woman named Kimberly and Al. Dad took a deep breath and started to speak, "Kate, Robert, I have some things I need to explain.". Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! The residents were a couple in their early 30s. This time there were more people. You may have heard of the Farnsworth experiments. It said "We're being watched, I know it. Emily might be out there, don't you want to find her? Then he spoke, "I'm sorry you had to see that, there's nothing to worry about. EMBED (for wordpress.com hosted blogs and archive.org item tags) Want more? He told us to sit down at the table. Going deep deep down. And we're going to forget, OK?". It was Bill. There was the picture of Bill's old apartment building. It was old and faded, but I could still make out what it said: Happy New Year '85. I hope they find your father.". There were no deaths or disappearances. He has a gift and passion for the creation of Doomsday Devices and Atomic Supermen and is a danger to himself, his employees, as well as the Universe in general. I knocked on the door. I was born in 2084. I began to look around. I was frozen in place. If you accidentally ended up here, please refer to our Genre Listing. I hate that hole". But first, I would take some pictures of the journal. The usual things. We can't get ourselves involved. A big problem. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. First, as one of a long series of house projects, the Farnsworth House embodies a certain aesthetic culmination in Mies van der Rohe’s experiment with this building type. No words possible to make out. Dad, who looked nearly the same as after all those years, and mom, who I only remember from pictures. But first, I would take some pictures of the journal. It was of another door. Most people call me Hutch, even in my professional life. He felt his “Fusor” (pictured) could power cars, homes, and even spaceships. It would only take a second. It was nice. They stopped at an old building made of sheet metal. He replied, "No, but I'm trying to find him though. This is called participant bias, or response bias, and it can have a huge impact on research findings. Then, one photo showed up that confused me. That was strange. They just kept going. "Robert! At first I couldn't find anything referencing him from within the past ten years. He lived in apartment 108, the people in 107 still live there. I assumed she was trying to forget too. I saved it too. "He told us if anyone trustworthy came looking for him, to give them this." As I got closer to the fountain I realized it was off, presumably for the winter. He seemed to be very shaken up, but he was pushing through it to the best of his ability. I saved it too. I pulled the batteries out of the camera. I was just in a city. The next day I returned to Florida. Dad never said anything about it. Dad had disappeared. They formed themselves into millions of arms each grabbing me. It was nice to be back. I could see Bill boiling water on a wood burning stove. Do you have the photograph from the box?". "If you want to stay for dessert, stay. In 2010, the United States made a formal apology to Guatemala for their involvement in these experiments. He shouldn't have. It was dark. Faint, but not quite filled in, I finally stopped to catch my breath. I didn't want to make a sound. We kept looking down the hall to dad's office, the door remained shut. The light was coming from the one window. There was a search for him. No words possible to make out. I could see through the disguise. He finally said, "I don't want to get you involved. I went to go open it. Don't try to save me. My dad replied, sounding more nervous than I had ever heard him. I also hadn't seen the road in a long time. I asked. The goal was to test a 15-year-old hypothesis that previous to this point seemed non-testable. This time there were more people. He wasn't at his house. I felt relieved to step back into the warm Florida air. My family-owned business is as a concrete contractor, and we perform work for a variety of private and federal clients. I noticed a banner on the far wall. You have to face the truth!". Forgetting over time became easier. I wanted to go back upstairs. On the other side of the lab was another door. As the weeks and months went by, I tried to forget all that had happened. She seemed to remember him, just barley, from back in Albany. I noticed on one table was an old notebook. It looked to be two stories with one window and a single door. What the fuck just happened? They were almost gone, but not quite. And then it hit me. Every time I stopped I felt like I was being watched. Watching me. I used a fake name. "This was our home base, back in the 80s. I had never seen dad act like this before. flag. Then there's a three month gap. Advertisements Estimated reading time — 11 minutes My name is Jim Hutchison. Then they started to pull me across the room. He looked older than when I last saw him. Farnsworth House, pioneering steel-and-glass house in Plano, Illinois, U.S., designed by Ludwig Mies van der Rohe and completed in 1951. Every day. I took the camera out of my camera bag and turned it on. After a minute or two I walked over to those stairs. There was nowhere I could hide. I heard the footsteps grow louder. I don't know why. I don't know why they do different things to different people. "This was our home base, back in the 80s. I was alive. I'll get out the pumpkin pie.". I touched my head, feeling a sharp pain. I made my way to the main office and walked in. For the next few years, I didn't really think about it. The woods were completely still. How many pictures of it did I take. And with that he left, running away without another word. Farnsworth Television Inc., the realization of the dreams of Philo T. Farnsworth, moved to Fort Wayne in 1938. On February 16th, I decided to find Benson myself. The photo was taken a few months after I was born. To fill my memory card up you would need a ridiculous number of photos. And we're going to forget, okay? When I kept it up, he eventually told me a brief account of what happened. The photo had been taken in the dark with a flash, making the background hard to make out. This intersection in expertise lets us deliver solid, inventive solutions that make all the difference in finding answers to even the toughest of … He took the flight of stairs that led up. All I know is eventually I passed out from exhaustion. I thought of the day Bill Benson came to thanksgiving dinner, and what he had said. I didn't want to make a sound. They barely talked to him besides greetings in the hallway. They spent nearly a year working on the project, known only by it's codename Farnsworth. ", "For your own good, don't try any detective work. I ran the photo of him through face recognition and found two matches. Now I'm under a sort of house arrest if you will. I walked in, following Bill. I was thinking Bill Benson must be keeping in great shape. They spared me. Bill's cell phone, no reception. There were ten or twenty of snow and trees. would be unmistakably visible in the later Farnsworth House. A few months after I graduated, I drove up to Boston for Thanksgiving of '06. The drive was a little under three hours. My dad came over and said "Bill, what are you doing here? Richard Farnsworth, Actor: The Straight Story. But if you try to dredge things up that are meant to be forgotten, then you're not welcome in my house. Then he spoke, "I'm sorry you had to see that, there's nothing to worry about. They tried and tried, but found nothing. I then noticed that they came from the same source. Then there are the next few entries, more spaces out. Before I blacked out. The large dining room table was cleared of the clutter that had filled much of it in the past. With Elizabeth Debicki. They barely talked to him besides greetings in the hallway. I struggled with all my might, but I was helpless. As I grew closer, the light grew brighter. I flicked a light switch, causing the room to fill with light. I decided to just start walking. Second, the house is perhaps the fullest expression of modernist ideals that had begun in Europe, but which were consummated in Plano, Illinois. Don't try to save me. It felt strange entering that old house. Then I heard a voice. They felt cold and horrible. Four years after I met Benson, the family got back together for Thanksgiving. I looked at the footprints. He, in his 60s, was easily outpacing me, a 26 year old. It was a cell phone number under the name "call". In the pictures, I walked back into the woods. She led me upstairs to her old bedroom, situated right above dad's office. On the right were two women I didn't recognize. I looked to the ground and saw his footprints in the snow. Everything down there has been broken for a long time though.". It was in Albany New York. It was nice. Emily might be out there, don't you want to find her? His hair was completely gray. A pool of blood had formed around him, dripping down into the hole. It was civilization. I struggled with all my might, but I was helpless. I flicked a light switch, causing the room to fill with light. Then they stopped. I kept going for maybe 20 more minutes until I found where they were going to. My dad was one of the scientists involved. His experiments from 1919-38 involved progressive transformations of the kind of space that is shaped by architecture, and of the kind of structure that helps do the shaping. The memories flooded back to me. My fingers shook, but I managed to move on to the next picture. A few months after I graduated, I drove up to Boston for Thanksgiving of '06. He was completely normal. A big problem. I had no idea why we went back. The file size on this photo was 15.3 gigabytes. Finally I got to a photo where Bill reached for the door to the second lab. Later, I made my way to his old apartment, bringing my camera with me. On the screen were flashing words, "out of memory". Creepypasta Wiki is a FANDOM Lifestyle Community. After maybe two to three minutes, I heard Bill Benson shout, "You can't hide! She seemed to remember him, just barley, from back in Albany. I almost threw up. Kate and I waited for them to come back, very curious about what was going on. After a short drive I found the building. I haven't told anyone. I looked at the papers. I'm guessing he was mad that I followed him. "I can't just leave it like this, I tried for years. Early entries were calm and optimistic. He was the only one of us who made a clean break. Bill looked at him and said, "I'm sorry, John. It was one little story, among many, sitting in the back of my mind. I still felt watched, but I was alive. What flashed onto the screen shocked me more than anything in my life. Looking around the table, I felt Deja vu. I must have gone through the same routine. Each picture had a number, the date it was taken, and its size on the screen around it. I told them he was a professor at a local college around 15 years ago, but I didn't remember which one. It looked like he hadn't cut it for a while. For the next few years, I didn't really think about it. We never talked about it. I don't have the notes, but I'll try my best to summarize what I read. Kate and I waited for them to come back, very curious about what was going on. ", He got up and walked through the adjoining living room and out the door, into the light snow. If Bill Benson was dead, who was it I had been talking to the last few hours? After a quick look around I realized 100s were the basement. I did. You have to face the truth!". One such client is the Texas State Department … The Montford Experiment Read More » It was civilization. The next was a look at the door from farther away. Benson was on the left, looking much younger. Then one of a man, Bill. It was a blog with the two photos as the only posts. "How did I get here from the middle of a city?" They saw Benson as a bit of nut. Faint, but not quite filled in, I finally stopped to catch my breath. Whenever I heard someone retelling the story, I wished I could tell the real version, but I promised Dad I wouldn't, for the sake of his career. I struggled as they dragged me through the small doorway, past Bill's body, closer and closer. It was Bill. I pulled out my cell phone, no reception. Calling the Farnsworth experiments into it would be like blaming his disappearance on a UFO or the Bermuda triangle. And with that he left, running away without another word. Every time I stopped I felt like I was being watched. I opened the list of contacts, and only one was listed. Looking around the table, I felt deja vu. Whoever made the blog must have disabled them from showing. Stan Willis is a fictional character, but the others were all part of the 202 Green Street operation. I pulled the batteries out of the camera. Bill looked at me and Kate, then back at my dad. Watching me. Eventually I saw a light in the distance. I'm somewhere where I can't make trouble. I lost a portion of my memory. I noticed a banner on the far wall. Bill shouted calmly from two rooms away. It was a laboratory, with many devices I didn't know the purpose of. Treated only with antibiotics, the experiment resulted in at least 30 documented deaths. The Farnsworth experiments have had many victims, don't let yourself become one. It opened without resistance. He looked very worn out. The large dining room table was cleared of the clutter that had filled much of it in the past. We then showed up back at the metal building. It rang, once, twice, three times. I took up photography as a hobby, and was becoming pretty good. They ate pizza one night. It was lab notes. He looked older in this picture. We all sat in our usual chairs, clustered around the part of the table not covered in papers and screens filled with incomprehensible equations. As I got closer to the fountain I realized it was off, presumably for the winter. Then there are the next few entries, more spaces out. 100, Indianapolis, IN, 46278, United States. They tried and tried, but found nothing. The background was too dark to make out what was in the third room. I walked over to the other staircase. How could he be so calm after what he saw. I remember his voice clearly. "You want some coffee?". I heard faint footsteps from far away. "Are you coming? He must have decided to go back, just like Bill. Watching me. Bill started to speak, but dad cut him off. I pushed the button to see the next. I wasn't going in circles, was I? He rarely talked about it, and when he did he always said the rumors were overplayed. I was shivering. Mies and Edith started as architect and client, became lovers, then bitter enemies who last saw each other in court. Watching me. He looked very worn out. From it we could hear the muffled conversation. In it was a ridiculously old looking cell phone, a photograph, and a few pieces of paper. Another famous test in this group is the Farnsworth D15 arrangement test. I kept going for maybe 20 more minutes until I found where they were going to. The first was old. I felt a chill go up my spine. There was the banner. I was the last to arrive. Washington park was less than half a square mile large. 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