It was the summer of my junior year  when the events of this story took place. My brother and I were chilling at home, playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl when we heard a knock on our door. I answered it to see our older brother standing at our doorstep.

 Ted!

I cried out.

 Nice to see you, Brad. Is Harry here?

Yeah, he and I are playing some Brawl. Care to join us?

Ted responded with a " Fuck yeah!". Then he stepped inside.

While playing with him was fun, his faster reflexes and greater experience with the game meant he'd beat us eight out of ten times. Even when we tried to team up on him. We soon switched to other games. Pokemon XD Gale Of Darkness and Metroid Prime. But soon we grew bored. I figured we could pass the time by playing Yugioh or something. However, Ted suggested we should browse the deep web.

Isn't that dangerous?

I asked.

 Yeah, Ted. We've heard stories about people going on there. Then having their info leaked and strangers stalking their homes.

Our brother informed us as long as we didn't commit the classic amateur deep web browsing mistakes, we'd be fine. Said mistakes were, not using a VPN. And not unplugging our webcam or at least covering it up if we happened to be using a laptop. Which we were. After making sure the laptop's built-in mic and webcam were covered in duct tape, we went on the deep web.

For the most part, it wasn't really as exciting as we were expecting. The best thing we came across, was a space shooter in which we played as a giant penis shooting sperm at spaceships. Next, we found a live stream that had a man dancing in just his underwear while rubbing cream cheese on his chest, and he had clothespins attached to his nipples.

 Not that I want to see anyone get killed or anything like that, but is there anything actually interesting to do on here?

I asked.

We can check out some more things in a bit. Right now, I'm hungry though.

 Yeah me too. As bizarre as it is to say, I think watching this guy has made me hungry for cheese.

Do you guys have any food in the kitchen?

 No. But, mom left us some money if we wanted to order something,

Harry said.

I was about to propose ordering pizza when coincidentally an ad for pizza popped up on the screen. It read " Deep Web's Deep Dish Pizza."

 Huh. I kinda like the name. Should we click on it? Or do you think it may be a virus?

Harry asked Ted.

 It might be. Do you  want to risk it?

 Eh. What the hell, . This is an old laptop, anyway,

I said.

Ted clicked on the banner, which opened up a menu. On that menu were some of the most mouth-watering pizzas we've ever seen. Not only pizza but also pasta, breadsticks, mozzarella sticks, and desserts among other things. Hell, even the salad looked presentable for a pizza place.  Above the picture was a button that said," Order Here". We talked about what we wanted for a few minutes and eventually, we decided on a meat lovers pizza with olives, mushrooms, and stuffed crust, mozzarella sticks, apple pie pizza, and two  big bottles of Dr. Pepper.

Just as a precaution, we decided to pay in cash and make sure we put the address in as somewhere public that was close by. When we arrived at our location, which was the library down the street, we saw the delivery guy who had our order waiting by the front desk. Regular looking dude. He looked to be in his early thirties. What was odd was that he wasn't wearing a uniform or anything. He just had regular clothes on. We paid for our food. Then we went outside, to eat it in Ted's car. It was fucking delicious. The meat was cooked just right. And the cheese was super stringy. We were busy trying some of the apple pie pizza and mozzarella sticks when we heard someone tap the driver's window.

We looked out to see the delivery guy, holding up a bottle of Dr. Pepper. The food was so good, we didn’t even notice we were missing one. He motioned for Ted to put down his window. Ted did so. Then the man apologized for forgetting and handed Ted the Dr.Pepper.

By the way, how's the pizza?

The man asked.

This stuff kicks ass! We'll have to order from you guys more often!

Ted replied.

Glad you liked it. But, to make up for my foolish mistake earlier, how about I give you guys something extra?

Oh, you don't have to do that.

The man insisted and eventually we caved. He  ran to his car and came back with a small box. He told us it was filled with cookies. Then handed it to Ted.

 Well that was nice of him,

I said as the man walked away. 

Let me get a couple of those cookies.

You got it,

Ted replied, opening the box.

However instead of cookies, what we saw inside looked to be some kind of smoke grenade. And it went off, sending fumes throughout the car. The fumes must've been some kind of knockout gas. Because we began to feel really dizzy. The last thing I saw before passing out, was the man smiling at me through the window. And unfortunately, there wasn't anyone else outside.

When we woke up, we found ourselves in a musty, smelly room with single floor lamp beaming down on us like a spotlight, but very dimly lit. We figured we must be a basement. All three of us were tied up with rope, in the middle of the floor. From out of the shadows appeared the man. The dim light of the lamp was the only thing illuminating his face.

Look who is finally awake!

He exclaimed.

You crazy mother fucker! Let us go!

Ted demanded.

Let you go? I can't do that! I like to share something with customers who appreciate my cooking!

 Wait, you made those pizzas?

I asked.

Yes, I did. I run this business all by myself.

And what exactly are you going to share with us?

Harry asked, hesitantly.

 They say, you are what you eat. So, I'll make you guys into pizza!

He said, flipping a switch to turn on the overhead light.

Now, you may be thinking, "If he had a regular light, why did he even bother with that stupid lamp?"

To be honest, I don't know. The man was odd, to say the least. The only thing I can think of is that he did it for dramatic effect. Anyway, when he turned on the light, it revealed at least a dozen naked corpses hanging on hooks along the walls . And they each  had parts missing. One girl had her head missing. The man laughed when he saw our horrified expressions.

You sick fuck!

Harry cried out.

 Never heard that one before. Oh, and just so you know, this is where the meat for my meat lovers pizza comes from.

 Wait..so you mean that we've been eating..

That's right, bitches! You've been eating people meat!

All three of us started gagging.

 Oh come on, don't throw up. I have enough cleaning to do as it is,

The man said.

And, I'm guessing you are going to kill us. Then make us into toppings?

I asked.

Hey, you catch on quick. Now, I'll give you all a couple of minutes to decide who'll be first,

The man said, sharpening a knife with his back turned.

I looked over to see what my brothers were doing. It turned out, Harry and Ted had found two shards of glass that the man must have forgotten to pick up. And were trying to cut away their ropes with it. They both gave me a look, so I knew that I had to be the one to distract him. The man turned, sporting a wide toothy smile and holding a large carving knife. Then began walking towards us. Luckily, he couldn't see what my brothers were doing from where he was.

 Wait!

I said, sitting up.

What is it?

He asked, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

 I was just wondering how one gets to be a cannibalistic pizza maker.

 Are you stalling?

No!... I just figured someone with such an interesting occupation must have an interesting background.

 Well, it's not like anyone will be able to find us out here. I suppose I can summarize to you guys, what my life has been like.

We all made sure to look at him. And pretend to seem interested.

 See, I grew up the middle child of four brothers and five sisters. Everyone in my family had a natural cooking ability. That is except for me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the hang of it. Something my family chastised me greatly for. So, when I was sixteen, I did the only rational thing I could think of. I drugged my entire family, cut off parts of their flesh. Then baked my first pizza using the meat. And let me tell you, it was a damn good pizza. I even made my family eat it. But they threw it up. I could tell they liked the taste of it though. And so did you guys.

Did you kill your family?

Hm? Oh, of course. And I burned all the evidence. After that, I drifted for a while, setting up my business in different places. Before  I came here. I admit running things was difficult. It wasn't easy getting victims. That is until I stumbled across this deep web stuff. I must say it's very convenient. And a great way for me to run things. Now, have you decided who will be first yet? Because if not, I'll decide for you.

 Actually, we have,

I said, feeling two sharp objects poke my palm.

 Who will it be then?

 Shards.

The man gave me a confused look. That quickly turned to surprise, when Harry and Ted sat up, As I layed on my side. Before the man could react,  they threw the shards of glass at him. One went right  into his throat and the other in his face cutting a gash right next to his eye. . He staggered back, gasping as his temple and neck bled. My brothers quickly pulled off the rest of their ropes. Then, Ted charged the man, while Harry untied my rope. Once I was free, we joined Ted in kicking the shit out of that dude. It turned into a good old fashioned brotherly ass whooping.

I mean we went to town on this guy. We kicked him in the ribs for a few minutes. Then we took turns stomping on his crotch. We even did that thing, where Harry got him up and held him with his arms behind his back  and Ted and I took turns gut-punching him over and over until he went limp to the floor gasping for air. As much fun as it was beating the crap out of that asshole, Harry eventually went upstairs and found a phone in the house and called the police. When they arrived you could tell some of them were freaked out by how crazy the scene looked. A couple detectives took our statements while some uniformed officers wearing latex gloves started bagging evidence. Two more officers arrested the man noting he was lucky that one shard of glass didn’t go any deeper  into his neck. After the detectives got all the information they needed from us, another officer then gave us a ride back to the library.

You know, throughout the questioning, there was one thing we all three forgot to mention. We still had some of that pizza left over in Ted’s car. .

And, I know we should have turned it into the police. But, as crazy as that guy was, he was right about one thing, that pizza was damn good. And my brothers and I figured, why let good food go to waste?

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This happened five years ago, but I’m constantly reminded of it as soon as those garish, tasteless Christmas decorations start popping up everywhere. Bile-green, blood-red abominations, coupled with monstrous depictions of horrid elves and grotesquely obese ritualistic idols. I can’t be the only one; I’m sure some of you feel it as well. That creeping sensation of veiled horror, perpetually harrowing in the periphery. The Spirit of Unholy Christmas.

I was in College back then. First semester. I was sharing a dorm room with the weirdest, most awkward girl I’ve ever had the hesitant pleasure of knowing. Black Lizzie. She wanted us to call her Black Lizzie. Not Elisabeth. Not Liz. Not Lizzie. Black Lizzie. She was the kind of angsty, edgy teenage girl you’re secretly convinced is just a myth. An exaggerated caricature. There’s just no way they can exist, you know, in real life.

But she did.

She wasn’t all bad, don’t get me wrong. She was easy-going, fun when you got her alone, and always kept her side of the room impeccably clean and tidy. But she was just into so many bizarre and obscure things. She’d have elaborate dice and Tarot cards and pendulums and massive volumes of esoteric books; some I guess were roleplaying manuals and such, but there was also shadier occult literature like Anton LaVey, Golden Dawn and Aleister Crowley and stuff like that. She was also obsessed with the dark web. Couldn’t stop talking about all the shit you could find on there.

So when Christmas break came around I was more than ready for a few weeks without the incoherent conspiratory ramblings of Black Lizzie. No more talk of red rooms or esoteric doomsday cults. No more disgusting strands of impossibly long raven-black hair in my shower drain. No more tattoos of occult symbols or edgy social commentary.

But still I felt sorry for her. Apparently she didn’t get along with her family, big fucking surprise, and had no one to spend Christmas with. In a weak moment I always asked her if she wanted to spend it with us, but I quickly came to my senses once I realised how that trainwreck would inevitably unfold. Spending Christmas alone used to be one of my greatest fears. Now I welcome it.

I got up early that morning. My dad was picking me up, and it was a long drive home, so I promised I’d be ready no later than 8 A.M. Lizzie was sound asleep. I’d heard her sneak in late, probably shitfaced as usual, and I had no desire to wake her up. I tippy-toed gently past her bed, but let out a painful shriek as something sharp burrowed into my left foot.

“Fucking Lizzie,” I murmured as I grabbed the dice. It was one of those pyramid-shaped ones, 4-sided or whatever. I tossed it onto her bed furiously. Fucking worse than legos.

I brushed my teeth, grabbed my stuff, and was about to stealth out of there when I noticed it. It was placed neatly on our kitchen counter. A Christmas present; beautifully wrapped in black and red, with a sparkling silvery ribbon. I couldn’t help myself. Had to sneak a peek.

“To Kendra, Heart Elisabeth.”

I couldn’t believe it. We’d never discussed exchanging presents, and I felt really bad as I realised how much effort she’d put into wrapping it. I grabbed it with both hands and gently lifted it. It had some weight to it given its size, but it was also strangely compact, like whatever was in it was really wedged in tight. I clumsily dropped it to the floor as my phone started buzzing.

“Fuck, shit, hell, fuck,” I stated eloquently as I fished it out of my pocket. It was my dad. He was waiting outside.

“Sorry, Lizzie,” I whispered, “I’ll get you something after the break, promise.”

***

Spending Christmas with your family changes over the years, you know. It’s like it loses all meaning after a while, slowly becoming just another awkward ritual that no one really enjoys. Small talk, pleasantries, bad jokes, too much alcohol, repressed feelings, overcooked dinner, overly pragmatic presents, an abundance passive of aggressiveness; after a few days you want to spend the rest of it alone, or with friends, or with anyone but your blood.

For me it took roughly two hours. That’s all I could take. Mom and dad had already got into three arguments, my little brother cried non-stop, asking if they were getting divorced, and my uncle was absolutely hammered before lunch. When dinner was served, I was all familied out. Desperately in need of a break. It was around that time Lizzie started tagging me in her Facebook-posts.

Within an hour she’d tagged me seventeen times. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing, and eventually I had to excuse myself in order to figure out what the hell was going on.

It was just nonsense. Seemingly random photos taken in our room, headlined with unrelated phrases. I only have eyes for you. Enjoying the view. There is nothing but the scent of you. Some posts were just blurry selfies, her distorted face in strange angles, devoid of any discernible features. Season greetings.

She’d tagged several other people from school in other posts too, each one darker than the other. You leave me breathless. Her gaze was empty and blank, like she was in a trance, or on something really potent. I can’t move without you. I can’t hold my tongue. A hazy photo of our shitty couch. A black and white photo of our shower drain. A picture of a Christmas present on our kitchen counter, wrapped in black and red, adorned by a sparkling silvery ribbon.

Wait. Hold on.

I stared at the photo. It was the same fucking present. Identical. But how could that be? I had it. I brought it with me. Forgot it in the car. It was in the car. I was sure of it.

A message suddenly popped up on my screen.

Did you like my present?

I swallowed deeply. Felt my heart pumping. But why? “What’s up with you?” I wrote.

Why are you tagging me in all those photos?

Those three dots kept bouncing up and down for what felt like an eternity. Disappeared. Then appeared again.

Because you were there.

What the fuck do you mean, I was there?

Dots dancing. Dots bouncing. Dots trembling.

A photo suddenly appeared, and I almost dropped my phone as I took it all in. I don’t know why, but it felt so...intrusive. Like some fucking violation. It was a photo of me. Sleeping in my bed, sheets unnaturally drawn aside, my half-naked body exposed.

“What the fuck!!” was all I could write,

Why would you do that!!

I was seething with anger and shock. Lizzie was always weird, but I never once took her for some sick, perverted voyeur.

Enjoy your present. Chances and odds are that you find it endearing.

I tried messaging her over and over, but she didn’t respond. I went over the other posts, and people were freaking the fuck out in the comments. What the fuck was going on with her? Cabin Fever? After what, three hours alone? It didn’t add up. Maybe she’d taken something? Some hallucinogen? Maybe she was suicidal?

I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about was that present. I grabbed my dad’s keys and bolted out to the car, popped the trunk, and lifted it out with trembling hands. It felt heavier somehow, even more compact than before.

I don’t know how long I stood there freezing, looking at it from all angles, weighing it idly in my hands, but at some point I just decided to place it gently on the ground. I think I knew, subconsciously - that I couldn’t bring that thing with me inside. That I needed to open it right there and then.

So I did.

I can still imagine it vividly. The protruding veins, the torn flesh, that hideous, darkened red color, the sticky, tepid liquid. Later I’d learn that there were other presents. Dozens of them. Some were left at the dorm, others opened in the flickering, warm light of a fireplace, more than likely accompanied by horrifying screams. Every one of them unveiling a unique piece to a macabre jigsaw puzzle.

Lizzie’s body.

They found her phone neatly placed on our living room table, next to a pool of blood and the one last missing piece; her severed head. According to dorm security her eyes were open, mouth agape in a twisted grin, tongue sticking out. Posing for the camera.

I was gifted the symbolic organ of love. I can still see it. Everytime I close my eyes.

To Kendra, Heart of Elisabeth.

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I must share this burden with someone.

I need sleep. But whenever I close my eyes, I see it. My life is now a waking nightmare because of that terrible video.

I found it online. On the dark web.

You know what I'm talking about. The place where drug dealers and pedophiles rub elbows with arms merchants and hitmen. The place where terrorists conspire and all sorts of ugly rumors roam.

I thought it would be a good idea to visit this place.

My purpose? Call it morbid curiosity. I was looking for the most extreme content I could find. Snuff movies. Red rooms. Sex and death comingled.

I consider myself a student of the human condition and am fascinated by Man's darker urges. His apparent hatred of himself. I wanted to plumb the depths of his sickness and see what I could find. Knowledge for its own sake. Or something.

I come from a wealthy family and have never known want. I knew I would have to pay for my curiosity, so I purchased several thousand dollars’ worth of crypto in advance.

I’m not going to bore you with the technical details of accessing the dark web. If you have the desire, it only takes a little bit of research. Seek and ye shall find.

In my search I scoured message boards covering many distasteful topics such as cannibalism and incest-necrophilia. I chatted with several strange individuals, most of whom were distrustful of my direct approach. A few offered to make a trade but wanted me to show them something first. I, however, had nothing to offer.

I was burned more than a few times, but I anticipated as much. After more than two weeks of searching and being continuously ripped off, I finally came across something interesting: the promise of a genuine red room.

After a days-long conversation with a friendly stranger on a rather disturbing message board, I was provided with a link to a livestream. He assured me it was genuine and unlike anything I had ever seen.

It cost me a mere five hundred dollars. And I have no doubt what I saw was real. If you saw it, you would know too.

---

The scene began abruptly with the camera displaying a large, windowless room with high ceilings. Mulch covered the floor. What appeared to be a giant rock took up one corner and opposite this was a kids’ swimming pool filled with water.

Jesus Christ, how could I have known what was about to take place?

A portion of the ceiling suddenly opened and a small girl, upside down, was lowered into the room. Nude, she writhed. She was suspended by the feet from what looked like giant forceps. Her hands were bound behind her back and tape covered her mouth. She was only a teenager. Needless to say, she was visibly terrified.

Nothing happened for a few seconds.

Then, from under the rock, a head appeared. It was a snake. An anaconda, I believe.

Slowly, soo slowly, he emerged from his hide, forked tongue tasting the air. The girl's eyes bulged from her head with the most intense fear I have ever seen.

The snake continued his creeping advance. He was massive. He had to be at least fifty feet long. I had never heard of a snake so big. He was an absolute monster if there ever was one. (I later learned the snake was genetically modified, and it was even hinted there were other such creatures).

His face rose to within inches of hers, tongue darting in and out. He loomed above her, all coiled aggression. Mercifully, the girl fainted.

Whatever was holding the forceps began to shake the girl, like someone dangling a toy in front of a cat. The snake's head pulled back slightly, tongue still flickering. He remained still for a moment and then, without warning, he struck.

His jaws clamped down on her throat and his body whipped around her with lightning speed. He took her to the floor and proceeded to squeeze the life from her as the giant forceps were lifted from the room and the ceiling panel replaced.

I watched, stunned, as the snake then uncoiled and released his teeth from her throat. He unhinged his jaw and began to swallow her whole, a hideous lump working its way down the length of the snake's body. The entire process could not have taken more than twenty minutes.

Afterwards, I sat in silence for what seemed hours, trying to process what I had just watched. My conscience gnawed at me to do something. That poor girl was in the springtime of her life, and others could be in danger of the same ghastly fate. This had to be reported.

But I did nothing.

This was all bought and paid for by me, and I’m just as guilty as the people who made the film. I will not go to prison. Never prison. I refuse to spend the rest of my life behind bars.

Besides, I have a family to take care of.

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The Dark Web is a place you don’t want to enter. Now there is a BIG difference between The Deep Web and The Dark Web. The Deep Web is like the Surface Web’s more hated brother, It has all the stuff that won’t go out on the Surface Web. On the other hand, The Dark Web is much more darker. Now I won’t say that I am an elite hacker but I have my ways.

I have seen my fair share of Deep Web shit but The Dark Web was a whole new experience. It was recommended to me by a friend of mine who also was into computers. He gave me all the instructions on how to get to it. When I got home I set up everything and I was ready (or so I thought). Now when I tell you I have seen my fair share of gruesome and horrifying shit I mean it but what I saw on The Dark Web was beyond anything I ever imagined. I saw things no human should see. I saw people getting tortured by the most agonizing ways ever. I saw people kill themselves for money. I saw sick bastards putting bids on when they would die. After some time I got so sick that I felt I was about to puke.

I left my computer and went out for a walk. It was a hot night but the air was cool. After some time, I felt I was ready to go back home. I wasn’t going to open The Dark Web again but when I got home I saw a pop up on my screen. It looked like a chatbox. It only had one message ”hello”. I tried to close the pop up but it won’t close. I clicked the red close button several times but it won’t respond. Panic began to set in. I wrote in the chatbox “who are you?”. The answer sent a horrified shiver down my spine. It said “hey Jason”. It knew my name. I was horrified. The screen began to flash. The chatbox began to erupt information about me. My address, my mother’s name, my work place, Everything about me. I was frozen with fear on my chair. I couldn’t believe it. I knew I covered my tracks well, I checked several times before I started. I couldn’t think at all. I mastered the courage for my hands to go to the keyboard but all I could write was “Who are you?”. The answer made me leave my house without taking anything but my wallet and my phone. It said in red bold letters “ I AM THE ONE WHO GUARDS THE DARK WEB AND YOU ARE AN INTRUDER,SEE YOU SOON JASON”.

I spent the night at one of my friends house. In the morning I booked a room in a hotel. I stayed there for three days. In this period I noticed a black car following me where ever I go. I am in the hotel room now. I can hear someone picking the door outside. I have with me a 9mm pistol and my phone which I am writing this on. If you see this message the this is a warning. Don’t try to enter The Dark Web if you care about your life. I can hear the door open. I am going to die tonight either by someone murdering me or by my free will.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/8re6hs/the_guardian_of_the_dark_web/

I work for a huge company that helps bring down bad websites on the web. I cannot reveal the name here, but I have been doing this for many years now. A few years ago I discovered group of red rooms called "The 5 True Red Rooms" on the deep web.

Now, don't go lurking around trying to find them because you won't. A true red room cannot be accessed through Tor. If you try, you will just set yourself up for getting a shitty virus on your computer. I have been told that they are scams, but rest assure you, a few of them are not.

It is very hard for an individual who doesn't understand the concept of The 5 True Red Rooms to try and break in, lets just say you have to know someone that runs one them. It cannot be accessed through Tor. You have to know someone or be lucky enough to get a pass code to get into them. You have to be proven trustworthy. In this case I gained the trust of someone who helped moderate one.

The True Red Rooms are a series of 5 Rooms, sort of like doors. If you can gain access to the First Red Room you pay bitcoin and show that your serious than you may get permission to access the Second Red Room and so on.

What's in these evil live streams? I'll tell you...Here is the first "True Red Room

I clicked on the first screen. A black box appeared asking for my pass code. I had typed it in. It was 4 numbers a dash and my user name given to access that site. Permission Granted it said. I was in! I thought it was too easy.

On the first page was a bunch of black video boxes with titles. Some of them were videos titled "Watch me scare Kara" or "Tiffany gets spooked" I clicked on the "Watch me scare Kara first.

A man with what seemed to be a cell phone camera is pointing it towards the front door. He is inside a home. It looks like he is hiding behind a door and I can see the living room furniture. A nice leather love seat and bookshelves are in the room. He is whispering in a foreign language that I cannot understand. He never shows his face. Suddenly the doorknob is turning and I hear keys rattling. A girl in a green nurse's uniform with blond hair and a tan comes in. She is petite looking. She is probably in her 20's.

Suddenly I hear a man's voice scream "Don't move!" She freezes like a deer in headlights and then screams, drops her keys. A man in all black and a black ski mask is running towards her with a giant hammer. Her arms go up, she screams to block him and he smacks her in head twice with the hammer. She falls to the ground and red blood pools up on the white carpet. She is completely knocked out.

The man points to the man who is hiding behind the door and says what sounds like the words "Done" Both cameras are shut off. If this was real, it was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen. It did not look fake at all. I didn't want to know what happened next. I could only imagine.

I didn't even want to click on the second video, but I did. The next video "Tiffany Get's Spooked" was even worse. This time the camera is zoomed in on what looks to be a park. A women with brown hair and a blue jogging suit is running laps around a track. The foreign sounding guy is sitting in what appears to be his car. I can see the cracked windshield.

He is wearing black gloves, but never shows his face. He is laughing and talking a little and the girl is still jogging. I wanted to yell to the poor girl "Run away!" "Get out of that park, your being stalked!" I realized there was nothing I could do, she wouldn't be able to hear me anyway.

​Suddenly the camera shuts off. I think the video is over. I was wrong, very wrong.

​The video comes back on in what looks like night vision. It is green and a little choppy. I can see what looks like a bunch of pine trees around. Then I see what the camera is focusing on. A girl is in what looks like a trunk and she is trying to scream. Her legs and arms are tied and bound and her mouth has a gag in it. It looks like the same girl from earlier in the blue jogging suit. She is barefoot.

​I can only see black gloves and a hairy looking arm. It looks like the same guy from the earlier video. He is in all black and is smoothing her hair back and the man holding the camera is telling her to calm down in English. She is crying. Then he begins to pull her body out of the trunk. "Thunk", he bumps her head by accident on the trunk lid. I feel relieved thinking it's all a joke and she will be okay.

​Suddenly I feel very sickened. I can't believe what they were going to do. The man in black with the black ski mask lays her on the ground and she gives up crying and screaming at this point. The camera zooms in on her face. The lights go out in her eyes and all I can see is darkness. This poor girl has lost all hope. I want to cry. I fight back the tears.

​They began to tie her wrists to the bumper of the car. The camera man is still there holding the camera. The other man gets in the car. I hear the engine roar. They were going to drag her behind it. The video then cuts off.

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