The dark web ruined my life. I only went on because I knew my uncle used to. He’s really good with computers so I guess I got my skill with technology from him. I’m not going to say how I got on there because I don’t want to make it easier for others to make the same mistake I did.
Anyways, after a little while of looking around, I found a link titled, “Hypnotizing Scenery.” I don’t know what compelled me to click on it. I hadn’t planned to click on anything at all. I just wanted look around a bit to “soothe my curiosity,” I suppose.
When I clicked on it though. Well it was weird. At first it was just a bunch of normal scenery. Pictures of, mountains, old castles, oceans. Normal stuff. Then the pictures started changing faster and faster. I couldn’t even really make out what the pictures were of anymore. I saw a lot of red, like maybe blood? On clothes, maybe a mattress? I’m not sure but it also looked like there were words over the pictures. I couldn’t read what they said in time before it switched pictures again. Suddenly it ended with a blank screen with white text that read, “Good luck.” I feel I should mention that this was all about 30 seconds. After it ended, I shut everything down and got into bed.
The next morning when I woke up, I had this horrible migraine. It just wouldn’t go away. When I went to school, everyone seemed so loud and annoying. This one kid, Anthony in particular, was driving me insane. He kept poking me with his pencil, as he did everyday. I’d tell him to stop but he would just laugh. As he did this, I kept thinking about how great it would feel to just rip his arm out of it’s socket. Maybe poke him with the pencil in throat, see how he likes it. I had decided. The next time he poked me, I would kill him. 1,2,3,4..poke. I snapped my head around, got up, ripped the pencil from his hand so hard he fell out of his chair. I got on top of him and held the pencil to his throat, pressing harder and harder, he was grasping at my arms trying to get me off of him but I felt stronger than ever. He couldn’t manage to push me off as a trickle of blood began to run down the side of his neck.
That’s when the principle, the vice principal, and three janitors managed to pull me off. Suddenly I heard all the screaming and commotion. All 35 students crowded against the wall in the corner with the teacher gasping for air, crying and backing up against her desk. My parents came and got me 20 minutes later. The cops were never called and I guess the kid’s parents decided not to call them and press charges, not sure why. I would have. I was expelled from school however and my parents were pretty angry. I don’t know what came over me but as I had that pencil against his throat, all I could think about was how great I felt. Invincible, free, powerful. Now I just felt like the same 16 year old, 5ft 3in, 120lb small girl I was the day before; and my migraine was back. Great.
I remembered that it had started to fade away as I tackled Anthony. I tried to get to sleep but all I could think about was how he got away. I wanted him dead. Bloody on the ground and gasping for breath. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to be that last thing he saw before he died. I couldn’t believe I was thinking this way. I’ve never been a violent person but now that I was thinking about it, I didn’t care who it was. I just wanted to kill someone. Not just kill them, but torture them. I decided to go back to that page to see if I could find some answers. It was that link that did this to me. Turned me into some kind of a monster. There it was, “Hypnotizing Scenery.” This time when I clicked on it though, it was a list. A set of rules. “Number one: Always finish the kill. If you don’t, the migraine will worsen quickly and you’ll be dead within 4 months. Number two: Take it slow. Don’t finish it off too soon or the migraine will return faster. Number three: Don’t be stupid; don’t get caught. Number four: Leave the mark. Something for them to remember me. A small “J” carved into their forehead. Number 5: You are my creation. I’ve made you to continue my legacy. Don’t fight it, it’s not worth it.” I’m now 26 years old and I’ve killed a countless number of people. Anthony was my first official kill, only 3 months after the incident, when I couldn’t handle the migraine anymore. I don’t think that I’m me anymore. My “creator” will probably see this and might end me but I wanted to write this as a warning before the monster takes over again. Don’t go on the dark web, it’s not worth it.
Source: https://old.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/a850ok/the_dark_web_ruined_my_life/