I found this weird letter while hiking in the Himalayas...

I recently went out hiking in Tibet. As I was clearing out a patch of land for my tent I spotted something in the snow. A letter, addressed to “Whoever may find this”. Didn’t think much of it at the time, but when I came home, I read it, and it was weird to say the least. I decided I wanted to share this with the internet, in the hopes that someone near the address mentioned later can help figure this out. The letter was hard to read as it was clearly water damaged from the snow, but I was able to transcribe the letter in Word. The following text is the letter:

“It was a dark and cold Alaskan night in 2000. I, who was only 9 years old at the time, sat in front of the old television. The wind banged against my window, and I was quite frankly unsettled by the branches outside my window, that looked eerily like a hand with long and thin fingers. My parents had recently gotten back together, and to celebrate they had gone out for dinner at a steakhouse. I wasn’t invited, so my parents had left me home alone with some leftovers from last night. As I sat in front of the television, my blanket was wrapped tightly around me, and I was trying to distract myself from my own scary thoughts, by watching the cassette tapes that had been lying in the television box ever since we moved into the house. I mindlessly inserted cassette after cassette, most of them being old silent films, until something piqued my interest, a cassette labelled: SpongeBob: Season 6 Episode 66… The only time I had ever heard of this show was from my classmates raving on about this hot new show on Nickelodeon, so I had no idea what to expect. As soon as I inserted the cassette, A catchy song started to play. “Ooooooooooo, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?” My eyes immediately locked on the bright colours on the screen, contrasting with the dark, gloomy room I was sitting in all alone. I was hooked immediately, I finally understood what my classmates were so obsessed with. I watched for about 10 minutes, until my trance was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. I figured my parents had returned early, but when I went to look out the peephole in my door, there was nothing but the cold, empty street. Confused, and slightly unsettled, I went back to my living room. But something was not right, the television was turned off… With a growing sense of unease within me, I approached the television remote. As I held it in my hands, I for some reason couldn’t muster up the courage to press the on button again. I glanced to the blank television screen, and in the corner in the reflection I saw what appeared to be a face. In my panic I turned around, but it must’ve been my imagination. All the fear culminated into me mashing the on button of the remote to get some light into the room. The tension was broken, and screen lit up, but nothing was on the screen. I was relieved but also confused. Under my panicked breath I uttered the words “S-SpongeBob?” Immediately the room was filled with an ear-piercing sound that could only be described as an intense cluster of teeth clattering in a bag and metal scraping, and the room was filled with a sharp red light that blinded me temporarily. I clutched my ears and let out a scream and I collapsed onto my back with my eyes closed. After about 10 seconds of suffering the sound abruptly stopped and was replaced by a church choir singing the same theme song from the start of the episode, but this time it was distorted and hellish, and certain lines were replaced by bible verses. I managed to open my eyes, and what I saw would change me forever. It was a still image of SpongeBob and Patrick Starfish, but so many things were off. The classic ocean background was blood red, and the ground was a pale desolate landscape, reminiscent of the bottom layers of hell. And Patrick had a concerned look with tears brimming in his eyes as he stared at what I can only describe as SpongeBob’s twisted, darkest form. I first noticed that his classic tie was mucus-green instead of red. In his right hand was a bundle of balloons, but instead of cheerful and colourful rubber shapes, it was human skulls floating attached to empty blood vessels. His entire head except for his mouth and eyes, was adorned by a fleshy skin mask, made of human skin stitched together, and his eyes were not cartoony, but instead hyper realistic with red pupils. His nose and huge ears were also realistic, resembling that of a human. On top of his square head was a crown shaped of ripped out patches of human hair. Despite the tears rolling down SpongeBob’s cheeks, he kept his standard wide smile, as if the old SpongeBob was still in there, corrupted by some terrible curse. Suddenly the choir music stopped, and now I was staring with my tearful eyes into SpongeBob’s sinister gaze for what felt like an eternity, until a dark, unnatural voice bellowed loudly. “I AM DEATH INCARNATE, I AM THE MANIFESTATION OF ALL YOUR MORTAL FEARS, I AM…… HELLBOB!” I was too entranced and scared to respond with anything other than sobbing “WAKE UP MARCUS” And there I was, drenched in sweat, in bed, just like last night, and the night before that. I have had the nightmare ever since that fateful night back in 2000. As I am writing this, I have moved to the mountains of Tibet, distancing myself as far as possible from technology. I haven’t slept for more than 4 hours a night for over 20 years, and I am contemplating taking my life, I crave sweet release from this curse. My snowmobile broke down a couple days ago and I will not be capable of sharing this knowledge myself. By the off chance that someone stumbles upon this letter I will most likely be dead. At these coordinates: 61.183765, -149.872214, you will find my old house with the cassette, my parents still live there, but have no idea what happened with me afterwards, as I ran away shortly after the incident. I want you to go there, burn the cassette, free SpongeBob…. Kill HellBob…and end this curse once and for all.”