The dark web was not at all what I had expected. People tell all these stories about how it will probably put your life in danger and you’ll see some messed up things that will scar you for life.

And it’s true. Well, at least the danger part.

After downloading Tor, a VPN that allows you to “safely” browse the dark web, I started clicking through links. I had only done this since I was bored out of my mind, but now I know that it was not worth it. Most of the links I clicked on actually led to nothing. Eventually, I got connected to a chat room.

Hey, I got something that you’ll really be interested in. Click the link below and it’ll take you to it.

Those were the words that popped up on the screen. I knew it was a bad idea to click on the link, but my I was also curious to see what it would lead to.

Please man, just click on the link. It takes two seconds. Please just click on it.

By then I was a little suspicious, not wanting my computer to have any viruses.

My god, just click on the link! I’ll give you $10,000!

That confirmed that this thing was a scam. I was about to close the tab when I got a notification on my phone. I had received $10,000. It didn’t say how I got it, and I didn’t have any apps for transferring money. I assumed it was just a glitch, so I checked my bank account. To my astonishment, I had actually just gotten $10,000.

There, I sent it, now just click on the link.

I didn’t know what was going on, but this guy seemed desperate for me to click on the link. I don’t know why, but I clicked.

I was met with a blank screen. That’s it, just black filling the entire screen. This had to be some kind of prank. I checked my bank account again, and the money was still there. Why did someone send me so much money just for that?

It was 11:30 by that point, and I had already been browsing for an hour so I turned my laptop off and went to sleep.

“Good morning James, how are you?”

I awoke to those words seemingly coming from the kitchen. I live in an apartment that just has a combined kitchen and living room with a separate bedroom. I also live alone.

The voice sounded weird, like it was almost human, but not quite. After laying in bed for another 10 minutes, I crept out of the room and into the kitchen. There was nobody there, but my laptop was on. I could have sworn I turned it off the night before, but I tend to be forgetful so it’s not unlikely that I just forgot to.

“Good morning James, how are you?”

The voice was coming from my computer, and I noticed it was back at that blank screen from the night before.

“You can answer me. Don’t be scared,” the robot voice said.

I started talking to it, and it actually felt like I was having a conversation with a real person, even though it was just some kind of AI. My laptop’s battery was getting low since I had apparently left it on all night, but I didn’t care enough to charge it. This thing was just so fun and relaxing to talk to, that I didn’t even want to take a few seconds to charge it. I glanced at the clock, and we had already been talking for a few hours. There was nothing important for me to do that day, but I decided to take a break and go for a walk. This time, I made sure to close the tab and turn off the computer.

When I got back home, my laptop was open and so was the tab. I felt sick upon seeing that blank screen again, even though it hadn’t done anything to harm me.

Yet.

I talked with the AI for another hour (I don’t have many real people to talk to) and then it asked me a disturbing question.

“Which family member do you want to kill today?”

I was stunned. It had to be some kind of glitch. I turned off my computer and the AI continued to ask me the same question. It got to the point where I decided to destroy the laptop. I smashed it against a table until all that remained was millions of tiny pieces. But still, the voice continued to repeat the same phrase.

“Which family member do you want to kill today?”

I spent the next couple hours crying on my couch listening to the AI continue to ask the same thing. Then I made the worst mistake of my life. I answered.

“Fine! My dad!” I yelled. He had left the house when I was 8 and never returned, so I didn’t know if he was even still alive. The voice finally stopped, and I did my best to try to calm myself. After a night of very little sleep, I woke up to the voice again asking the same question. I got a text from my mom saying that my dad was found dead in his home.

That was six days ago. I took the week off of work, but I don’t think it matters. My entire family is now dead, but that voice still keeps asking the same question. I think the only answer I can use is myself.

After thinking about it for a bit, I remembered how desperate the guy in the chat room had seemed. Maybe the same thing had happened to him, and the only way he could save himself was by sending the link to someone else.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/edweuf/i_found_an_ai_on_the_dark_web/

I lost my left eye when I was only seven years old. It was a stupid way to lose an eye, but luckily most people tend not to ask how I lost it, I think the majority worry it might be insensitive. It’s not a story I like to tell. Not because it’s upsetting or brings back bad memories. I just feel embarrassed by it.

Growing up my brother and I were obsessed with Robin Hood, the outlaw of Sherwood Forest, who would take from the rich and give to the poor. I’m not going to pretend this heroic saviour of the poor was our hero because of his good deeds, we simply liked him because of his legendary skill with a bow and arrow. Our father, a keen gardener, had lots of bamboo sticks all piled up beside the shed which he would tie plants to, in order to stop them from drooping when they grew. It was my brother’s idea to take one and attach a length of string to both ends to create a bow. I thought he was an absolute genius.

When we had finished making the bow we made an arrow, simply by using a handsaw to carve a small groove into one end of an arrow sized piece of bamboo, which would act as a nest for the string to sit.

‘I’m first!’ My brother said.

‘Nooooo!’ I cried.

‘It was my idea, so I get to shoot first.’ And that was that.

At one end of the garden there was a little wall which surrounded one of my father’s flower patches. Upon the wall we placed an empty plastic bottle to be used as our target. My brother, of course, then took the first turn, missing wildly and falling far short of the bottle on the wall. Next it was my go and I also missed.

It took about an hour before we had both knocked the bottle off the wall once.

‘Right, now you stand in the middle and I’ll shoot over your head at the target!’ Another genius idea by my brother.

I didn’t argue. I thought it was a cool thing to do and if I did it then my brother would have to let me have a go shooting over him.

I don’t believe he meant to do it, it was just a careless accident, but the arrow never made it past my body. It struck me hard and deep in my left eye, straight away blood poured down my cheek and I screamed in agony.

I spent a couple of days in hospital before the doctors decided they would have to remove what was left of my eye. Until I was twelve I wore an eye patch, but when I moved into secondary school I decided to get my first glass eye to try and put an end to the pirate jokes. It might sound weird, but I loved my glass eye and by the time I was sixteen and leaving school I had collected dozens, all different colours and designs. My missing eye stopped being something I tried to hide and in a strange way became my kind of signature. Kids would say, ’have you seen the boy with a spiral in his eye?’ or ‘have you seen the lad with an eye like a cat?’ I enjoyed this, it allowed me to embrace my injury and make it part of my identity.

I carried on collecting glass eyes for many years, always on the lookout for new designs or something different to what I already had. When I was twenty-five I discovered the Dark Web. A friend from my Dungeons and Dragons club told me about how he had used it to buy some sort of hallucinogenic. I didn’t plan on using the Dark Web for anything like that, I was just intrigued by the idea of it. Once I was on I started looking for stores. It was amazing and disgusting, people selling guns, drugs, services and even other people. It made me feel a little bit ill knowing I was now a part of this strange illicit world.

I went on to one store page which called itself ‘Mr Bubble’s Objects of Trouble’ which was the first store I had come across which had a search bar. So I thought, fuck it, let’s see if they have any?

I typed in the words ‘glass eye’. I didn’t expect anything to come up and I was rather surprised when a match popped up on my screen.

The item was called ‘The Sight of Sin’ which was simply a black eye with a small red number seven on it. It pulled at my fancy so I decided to buy it. I didn’t truly expect it to show up, but one week later a package arrived and there it was. As customary with all my new eyes I washed the eye in a solution to make sure it was clean. When washed I put it in a case with the rest of my eyes and went back to watching television.

The next morning when I woke up I thought I’d test out the new eye, to see if it was a good fit, to check how comfortable it was. It went in with ease and felt absolutely perfect, so I decided to leave it in for the rest of the day. Nothing strange happened at first, it was just my usual daily routine of having breakfast and doing some work on my laptop, but then the doorbell rang.

As I opened the door I immediately knew something wasn’t right. I had double vision all of a sudden, there was only one man standing on my front doorstep trying to sell me solar panels, but I could see him twice. One image of him was completely ordinary, just the bloke dressed in a suit holding a brochure and telling me about how he can save me money on my electricity bill. But, the other image… well, it was him, but dressed up in a gimp suit cracking a whip against the floor lustfully.

I don’t think I said a word to him, I just stared transfixed by what I was seeing. Eventually I closed the door and stood there for a moment trying to understand what had just happened. I passed it off at the time as just my mind playing tricks on me and that I must be over tired. I decided to have a nap. I was woken by a telephone call from my father asking if I was still coming to his house for dinner, I looked at the time and realised I was running late, so I grabbed my coat and flew out the door.

On my way to my father’s house, which is just a ten minute walk down the road from mine, I walked past just one person, a lady, walking her dog, but again, I was seeing double. In one image she was completely ordinary, apart from being overweight, she was wearing a pink coat and beside her a dog trotted along minding its own business. But, in another part of my vision I could see her again, completely naked, eating tinned dog food with a fork. Jellied meat dripped down onto breasts which she licked ravenously. I was almost sick.

I thought about just going home and going back to bed, still trying to convince myself I was simply tired from working, but my father missed not having me at home and I didn’t want to let him down. Though now I wish I did. Now, what happened next won’t make much sense unless I explain something… When I was two years old my mother died. I say died, she was killed whilst walking home from work one night on this very estate. Nobody has ever been caught in relation to her murder, but now I know exactly who took my mother from me.

My father opened the door with a large grin on his face.

‘Come in, son!’ he said cheerily, but I did not move.

Besides the image of my father standing in the doorway was another vision of him holding a knife and laying beneath him on the floor was my mother, soaked in blood, eyes vacant and still.

I took a step back from my father and did not stop running until I had reached the front door of my house. Straight away I went on to the Dark Web and searched for Mr Bubble’s store, but it had gone, vanished, like it had never been there.

I didn’t leave the house for a few days. I didn’t answer the door, I didn’t even pick up the phone. What I did was sit by the window looking out onto the street, watching the people walking past…

I think I know what I am seeing now, it makes little sense, but it’s the only thing I can think of which almost explains what I am seeing. Firstly, when I remove the glass eye I no longer see two images of everyone, I only see one just like I always have, but when the eye is in I see two visions of every person I look at in the flesh. Secondly I think I know what I am seeing… I am seeing their sins. I know that sounds utterly mad, but it’s the only thing all this seems to point to. The name of the glass eye, the red number seven and the grotesque and disturbing images I see. I believe it’s their sins I am seeing with my new eye. I see the true hideous nature of people, the part of themselves they hide from everyone else.

I know I could just take the eye out and forget about it, but I just can’t bring myself to do this. I can’t trust anybody without it… I can’t see the real them. But seeing people’s darkest secrets also leaves me alone, for once you see the hidden nature of someone you never want to be close to them again.

Many questions remain…. Why does this eye allow me to see these things? Who made it? How did it end up on the Dark Web? I need to know the answer to these questions!

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/et3fuo/i_bought_a_glass_eye_off_of_the_dark_web_i_can/

I sat at my computer, scrolling through endless games on my favorite downloading site. Illegal of course, but who pays for things these days anyways. I had tried a bunch of things already, and was quite bored with the typical shooter, racing, and other games; that’s why this one caught my attention.

I had never heard of it before, Simulscape it was called. There was no description, no reviews, just a download link. I probably should have left it alone, but curiosity and boredom got the better of me. I moved my cursor over the little black arrow and clicked it. Nothing crazy happened, no pop-ups were released - it simply downloaded in a matter of minutes and opened the start screen when it was done.

“Can you escape?” Read the cheesy, “blood drip” font bouncing at the top of the menu. There were two choices - start or rules. I clicked rules, and three bullets showed on the screen: 1. Don’t get caught 2. Avoid traps 3. Leave the house and you will win

I thought it was oddly vague, but thought it was probably a low budget game some coder had developed in their spare time. I closed the instructions and clicked start.

It took a while to load, but when I did a hyper-realistic camera feed popped up - think surveillance footage in someone’s living room. My character stood in front of it, in the middle of the room. He was blonde with wide, wild blue eyes and a medium build. He had a strange helmet on, and was wearing what looked like a green prison jumpsuit.

I experimented with the controls, and learned how to move my character around. It was typical PC gaming, and very simplistic. I walked around the room until my character stood in front of the door. I had him turn the knob and it wouldn’t turn - a message popped up that said “try finding a key”. I proceeded to walk around the room, picking things up and opening drawers until I had a key. I took it to the door and opened it, no big deal.

The feed cut out, then returned showing a different room - presumably where the locked door had led to, as my character was standing in an open doorway. Before him stood two doors, above which was a message scrawled in red ink “choose wisely”. There was nothing else in the room, and I sat there for a minute thinking. I had no idea what to pick, so I approached a door at random - I chose the left.

When I opened the door the feed cut and jumped to the next room. I saw my character enter, the door slamming behind him. He began to cough, and smoke started filling the room. The camera’s view was soon obstructed and when everything went black, a text box popped up saying “you lose. Try again?” I clicked yes, and after a five minute loading screen I was back in the same room. I had expected the same character, but instead I was now a black woman. She had short spiky hair and was wearing the same green jumpsuit.

I had her try the door, and again needed the key. I walked to where I had found it previously, and opened to the next room with ease. This time though, after progressing into the two door room, I chose the one on the right. When it opened, the feed cut and the new room showed. The door didn’t shut behind her, smoke didn’t fill the room. I figured this was some kind of puzzle, and you just restarted it each time. A memory and logic test I guess.

This room was filled with strings - almost like a spiderweb. I had to control the woman, jumping when I needed to, ducking, and weaving left and right. It was challenging but fun, and my years of gaming helped me to control her with ease.

I jumped when I heard my dog start barking, and accidentally hit the right arrow, sending my character into one of the strings. Where her arm hit the string, there was a huge red cut. I shuddered as the camera showed me her face - it was incredibly realistic and gruesome. What an odd detail to show. I made it through the rest of the room without incident and opened the next door.

My character entered a room where simply scrawled on the wall was the word “RUN”. And that I did - I had her move quickly. As she was running, there were rocks to avoid. I didn’t see one and she tripped flying forward and landing on her face. I tried to have her get up, but she kept falling when leaning on her bad arm.

Something then came running up to her - a hooded figure wielding a knife, which I assumed had been what she was supposed to be running from. It grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up before slotting her throat. It then cast her to the ground and looked directly at the camera, grinning horribly at it before the end screen popped up. “You lose. Try again?” I clicked no and shut off my computer, going to bed a bit disturbed.

The next day after coming home from work I sat down with my dog to watch some TV. I’m a bit of a news junkie I hate to admit, and when I flipped to the local station I nearly shit my pants.

“We are following a breaking story. Reports say that two bodies were found in a field near a local elementary school. They have yet to be identified, but what can be released is that one was a blonde, white male and another an African American female. The female had wounds on her throat and arm, while the man had no physical signs of injury. It is presumed the victims died around the same time, and further details will be reported as we get them.”

I immediately cut the power to my screen. I had a sinking feeling in my gut that I knew how these people had died. The video feed, the look of horror on the woman’s face as her arm was sliced, and the way the hooded figure stared directly at me - it was all too much. It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t pretend. I was escaping with real people - that’s why the character had changed, that’s why it was not a game I had heard of.

I’m sitting here writing this to get it off my chest. I can’t go to the police - I would get blamed for the murder, I’m sure of it. I can’t keep it to myself though. Whoever these people are - I mean, were - I want to tell them I’m sorry. And to you, reader, I want to tell you never to play the game Simulscape; I can promise you that you will live to regret it, and others won’t live at all.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/fjorjs/i_downloaded_a_game_from_the_dark_web_now_i_must/

Website about a girl with amputated legs and arms for sale, picture was real. Full story;

In my defense i was 12 on my first PC looking at Youtube guys browsing the dark web without showing the content so yeah, curiosity killed the cat. Sorry for this being way too long but i had to give all the details;

I remember hearing about Hitmen you can hire and such. This one guy said in the video there was a website with a girl without arms and legs that was for sale, i just had to see it. Just like i had to see 2 girls 1 cup and 1 man 1 horse or whatever and the guy who got fucked by a horse.

I checked out the drug sites, hitmen sites, etc. I felt rebellious and cool, my adrenaline went straight up which made me go deeper and deeper, untill i found what caught my attention in the first place;

I found the website with the girl, they were right. There was a picture of a girl with amputated arms and legs in chains in a basement, the picture looked fairly new so she was still around the same age when i saw the picture, she was white; it felt more personal since i’m from Norway and girls in my school were for the most part white, usually when you hear about things like that it’s girls from 3/2nd world countries. (Not that it’s less bad if someone is from those countries but i hope you get my point)

My vision got all blurry and i felt sick, the thought that i went on the website they made, that if i had the resources i could buy the person. It’s different from when you find fucked up pics on a forum or whatever. This was the source, it was still up just waiting for someone to purchase. I could send a message to the guy/guys then and there, they were right around the corner.

The feeling of knowing something fucked up that almost no one else knows about and you can’t do anything about it, that makes you feel responsible and sorta personally involved. You want fucked up shit to be well known, “famous”, it depersonalizes the thing. 2 girls 1 cup is a good example.

She was still there, in hell, and i know about it. The picture wasn’t fake, that i know atleast. It might be a fake website and it might be a well known thing now. It was the feeling of it being real that was fucked up, for all i know it was. I deleted Tor and never went on again, i don’t recommend it.

Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/CasualConversation/comments/det1s7/my_dark_web_story_if_you_have_one_now_is_the_time/