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“What are you doing now?” I asked, confused as all hell.
He didn’t answer. All I could do about it was run to my car and leave as fast as possible. What was that guy’s deal?
I called my friend Peter on my way home. I knew he would have some more insight on this whole thing. I was hoping I could bring him to my house and have him wipe the computer clean. Then I could sell it to a random yahoo and be done with this whole misadventure.
Once I picked up my friend, I sped back to my house and showed him what I found in the cafe. He was blown away.
“This thing is lethal,” he laughed, “It looks pretty customized, honestly.”
“Yeah I noticed that, but take a look at these.”
I clicked through the photos, showing him the ones that I compared with the news stories.
“So, you think this laptop has some sort of connection to the murders?”
“I don’t know man, but I think there’s something fishy going on.”
He shrugged and took over the mouse for a moment.
“Where’s the picture of the phone numbers?”
“It’s somewhere in the file storage, yep click there and… bingo.”
Peter stared intently at the list and address bar in the screenshot. He also checked the file description and saw that the screenshot originated from the laptop, so it was taken from within the device. My hairs were at attention, all up and down on my skin.
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“What are you doing now?” I asked, confused as all hell.
He didn’t answer. All I could do about it was run to my car and leave as fast as possible. What was that guy’s deal?
I called my friend Peter on my way home. I knew he would have some more insight on this whole thing. I was hoping I could bring him to my house and have him wipe the computer clean. Then I could sell it to a random yahoo and be done with this whole misadventure.
Once I picked up my friend, I sped back to my house and showed him what I found in the cafe. He was blown away.
“This thing is lethal,” he laughed, “It looks pretty customized, honestly.”
“Yeah I noticed that, but take a look at these.”
I clicked through the photos, showing him the ones that I compared with the news stories.
“So, you think this laptop has some sort of connection to the murders?”
“I don’t know man, but I think there’s something fishy going on.”
He shrugged and took over the mouse for a moment.
“Where’s the picture of the phone numbers?”
“It’s somewhere in the file storage, yep click there and… bingo.”
Peter stared intently at the list and address bar in the screenshot. He also checked the file description and saw that the screenshot originated from the laptop, so it was taken from within the device. My hairs were at attention, all up and down on my skin.
To be continued...
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“So, you tested these numbers out?”
“Yeah, with this phone.”
I handed him the cell phone that came in the bag with the laptop and he scanned through it rapidly.
“Definitely a TracFone, something bought as a burner. Possibly for some sort of business task? Shall we try another phone number?”
I nodded and pointed to one just below the phone numbers I tested out. He dialed it in and threw it on speaker phone so we could both listen in. It rang, and rang, and rang. It didn’t stop ringing, so we hung up after the eighth ring. Peter looked at the phone funny, and then up at me.
“I honestly don’t know what’s up with all this – did you want me to just factory reset everything?”
“Yeah, I mean, is that gonna take care of my problem?”
“Not sure. But, I think I’d like to have some fun with this before we call it a day.”
I gave him a look, a glance of disagreement. I didn’t think that would be in our best interest.
“I don’t think we should be messing with this, dude.”
“Come on, what could go wrong? You could even film it. This could go viral!”
“Well, I’m not going to vlog me hanging around with a stolen laptop. Just do what you gotta do with it and let’s move on.”
Peter smirked, looked at the screen again, and then dialed another phone number from the list. Again, we got nothing. This time, just another generic voicemail box greeting. He continued onto the next phone number, and halfway through dialing, he stopped. His eyes were scanning the screen.
“Um…” His face was now white as a ghost.
“What, why did you stop, you okay?”
“This is… this is my phone number.”
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“So, you tested these numbers out?”
“Yeah, with this phone.”
I handed him the cell phone that came in the bag with the laptop and he scanned through it rapidly.
“Definitely a TracFone, something bought as a burner. Possibly for some sort of business task? Shall we try another phone number?”
I nodded and pointed to one just below the phone numbers I tested out. He dialed it in and threw it on speaker phone so we could both listen in. It rang, and rang, and rang. It didn’t stop ringing, so we hung up after the eighth ring. Peter looked at the phone funny, and then up at me.
“I honestly don’t know what’s up with all this – did you want me to just factory reset everything?”
“Yeah, I mean, is that gonna take care of my problem?”
“Not sure. But, I think I’d like to have some fun with this before we call it a day.”
I gave him a look, a glance of disagreement. I didn’t think that would be in our best interest.
“I don’t think we should be messing with this, dude.”
“Come on, what could go wrong? You could even film it. This could go viral!”
“Well, I’m not going to vlog me hanging around with a stolen laptop. Just do what you gotta do with it and let’s move on.”
Peter smirked, looked at the screen again, and then dialed another phone number from the list. Again, we got nothing. This time, just another generic voicemail box greeting. He continued onto the next phone number, and halfway through dialing, he stopped. His eyes were scanning the screen.
“Um…” His face was now white as a ghost.
“What, why did you stop, you okay?”
“This is… this is my phone number.”
To be continued...
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My heart panged like a club to a gong.
“That can’t be.”
I scooted over next to Peter and observed the screen. He was right. Just to be sure, he finished dialing and hit send. He put the phone up to his ear and waited.
Just as he suspected, his pocket lit up and his ringtone sang away. We both looked at each other in shock.
“Dude…” My hands were shaking, and my mouth was agape so far, I think my jaw was brushing my bed sheets.
“How?” Is all Peter could muster up from his racing thoughts.
“This is unreal, I don’t like this at all. Just wipe the hard drive and let’s be done with it.”
“Wait!” He shouted, while looking at the screen again.
My heart sank some more, I had a feeling about what he was about to say.
“What, don’t tell me…”
He didn’t say a word, all he did was start frantically dialing another number.
That’s when I felt it, my pocket was now vibrating. I gulped so loud that I flinched. I reached down and pulled out my phone and answered. I held it up to my ear.
“Peter.” I said through the receiver, looking at my visibly shaken friend across from me.
“This is messed up.” He responded through the burner phone.
I ended up driving Peter home shortly after. He had handed the phone over and told me he wanted to leave and take everything in. He left the laptop with me and told me he’d rather not mess with it. We decided to meet up at the cafe and drop it back off right in the morning. We’d wake up early and hopefully be the first ones in.
However, I missed my alarm. Apparently, I also missed ten calls from Peter. I opened my messages and noticed the four texts he’d sent.
Damn, I had to get going and fast. I had already packed up everything the night before so all I had to do really was throw on a t-shirt and shorts, and head to the cafe.
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My heart panged like a club to a gong.
“That can’t be.”
I scooted over next to Peter and observed the screen. He was right. Just to be sure, he finished dialing and hit send. He put the phone up to his ear and waited.
Just as he suspected, his pocket lit up and his ringtone sang away. We both looked at each other in shock.
“Dude…” My hands were shaking, and my mouth was agape so far, I think my jaw was brushing my bed sheets.
“How?” Is all Peter could muster up from his racing thoughts.
“This is unreal, I don’t like this at all. Just wipe the hard drive and let’s be done with it.”
“Wait!” He shouted, while looking at the screen again.
My heart sank some more, I had a feeling about what he was about to say.
“What, don’t tell me…”
He didn’t say a word, all he did was start frantically dialing another number.
That’s when I felt it, my pocket was now vibrating. I gulped so loud that I flinched. I reached down and pulled out my phone and answered. I held it up to my ear.
“Peter.” I said through the receiver, looking at my visibly shaken friend across from me.
“This is messed up.” He responded through the burner phone.
I ended up driving Peter home shortly after. He had handed the phone over and told me he wanted to leave and take everything in. He left the laptop with me and told me he’d rather not mess with it. We decided to meet up at the cafe and drop it back off right in the morning. We’d wake up early and hopefully be the first ones in.
However, I missed my alarm. Apparently, I also missed ten calls from Peter. I opened my messages and noticed the four texts he’d sent.
Damn, I had to get going and fast. I had already packed up everything the night before so all I had to do really was throw on a t-shirt and shorts, and head to the cafe.
To be continued...
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Listening 🎧
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As I turned the corner to where the cafe was, I had to hit the brakes pretty quickly. What I saw on that road was nothing but cops and ambulances. There were road blocks set up on either side of the ambulances, and the cafe was barricaded.
“What in the…?” I was thinking out loud.
This was crazy. There were people with their hands on their faces, looking scared and sad. I pulled over into the grocery store parking lot across the street and then walked over to the scene to get a closer look. I assumed Peter was doing the same thing.
I ended up in a crowd of onlookers next door, looking at the scene before us. There was blood splatter on the front doors of the café and some papers, among other belongings, strewn all about. More blood covered the ground.
Jesus, this was a damned massacre.
I could hear the people beside me whispering to each other about what was going on.
“They’re talking about a possible serial killer,” one woman said to her friend.
“…the kid was about to walk in, and suddenly bullets came in from over there. Nobody saw who fired the shots.” A guy filled his wife in about what he witnessed.
I was too curious to just be craning my neck from back there; I needed a closer look.
I peered over at the cops who were busy questioning a barista by the ambulances. I crept past the barricade carefully. I slipped past a couple of other baristas and made my way to a second ambulance by the other barricade. The stretcher was in view now, but I couldn’t tell who was in it. I decided to kneel down beside the ambulance and hopefully catch some conversations between the EMTs. I took out my phone and started recording.
“We lost him, he wasn’t hanging in there much when we got here but, I was hoping…”
“Jan, it’s not your fault… you saved the girl. You can’t save them all, you know?”
“I wish I could. I heard him talk before he let go you know? He told me his name was Peter…”
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As I turned the corner to where the cafe was, I had to hit the brakes pretty quickly. What I saw on that road was nothing but cops and ambulances. There were road blocks set up on either side of the ambulances, and the cafe was barricaded.
“What in the…?” I was thinking out loud.
This was crazy. There were people with their hands on their faces, looking scared and sad. I pulled over into the grocery store parking lot across the street and then walked over to the scene to get a closer look. I assumed Peter was doing the same thing.
I ended up in a crowd of onlookers next door, looking at the scene before us. There was blood splatter on the front doors of the café and some papers, among other belongings, strewn all about. More blood covered the ground.
Jesus, this was a damned massacre.
I could hear the people beside me whispering to each other about what was going on.
“They’re talking about a possible serial killer,” one woman said to her friend.
“…the kid was about to walk in, and suddenly bullets came in from over there. Nobody saw who fired the shots.” A guy filled his wife in about what he witnessed.
I was too curious to just be craning my neck from back there; I needed a closer look.
I peered over at the cops who were busy questioning a barista by the ambulances. I crept past the barricade carefully. I slipped past a couple of other baristas and made my way to a second ambulance by the other barricade. The stretcher was in view now, but I couldn’t tell who was in it. I decided to kneel down beside the ambulance and hopefully catch some conversations between the EMTs. I took out my phone and started recording.
“We lost him, he wasn’t hanging in there much when we got here but, I was hoping…”
“Jan, it’s not your fault… you saved the girl. You can’t save them all, you know?”
“I wish I could. I heard him talk before he let go you know? He told me his name was Peter…”
To be continued...
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My hand jumped up over my mouth as I let out the weirdest sound. It was a gasp, combined with a grunt of disbelief. No, it couldn’t be.
“Yeah.” The other EMT said.
“We have his information already, guess he was an IT guy for a local business. Smart kid, early twenties.”
I stumbled back a bit on my heels, dropping my phone in the process. I bumped into something solid behind me and stood up quickly. I turned around and saw that same homeless guy from the other day. My face was still contorted from the information I just received from my eavesdropping. The guy was just staring at me, stoic. He didn’t even react to me bumping into him. He was just glaring at me from behind an unchanging expression.
I couldn’t help it, I booked it across the street to my car. I could feel tears forming in my ducts, eyes twitching in the wind from my open driver’s side window.
Why did I have to wake up so late? Maybe Peter would have been spared from whatever this was. A drive by? An assassination of some kind? My head was dizzy, my heart was hurting, but I was beginning to make some connection. The pictures on the computer, the phone numbers, the murders. Everything. I was getting an idea as to what it was I was dealing with. The stuff about the Dark Web, the strange laptop, and the phone numbers.
I arrived home, heart sick as all hell. My friend was murdered today, and I couldn’t stop it. Maybe if I had never grabbed the computer from the cafe, he’d still be alive. Maybe if I hadn’t been so stupid, I could have handled this whole thing differently, and he wouldn’t be dead right now.
To top it off, I realized I left my phone at the bloody scene. I groaned and threw my head back in the driver’s seat. Now what?
Well, the phone is near some cops and the EMTs. Maybe if I call, they’ll believe I dropped it before they got there and I won’t get in trouble. I reached back and grabbed the burner phone out of the bag and started to dial my phone number when I suddenly had a thought. If the phone numbers we dialed somehow had something to do with the murders, that must mean…
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My hand jumped up over my mouth as I let out the weirdest sound. It was a gasp, combined with a grunt of disbelief. No, it couldn’t be.
“Yeah.” The other EMT said.
“We have his information already, guess he was an IT guy for a local business. Smart kid, early twenties.”
I stumbled back a bit on my heels, dropping my phone in the process. I bumped into something solid behind me and stood up quickly. I turned around and saw that same homeless guy from the other day. My face was still contorted from the information I just received from my eavesdropping. The guy was just staring at me, stoic. He didn’t even react to me bumping into him. He was just glaring at me from behind an unchanging expression.
I couldn’t help it, I booked it across the street to my car. I could feel tears forming in my ducts, eyes twitching in the wind from my open driver’s side window.
Why did I have to wake up so late? Maybe Peter would have been spared from whatever this was. A drive by? An assassination of some kind? My head was dizzy, my heart was hurting, but I was beginning to make some connection. The pictures on the computer, the phone numbers, the murders. Everything. I was getting an idea as to what it was I was dealing with. The stuff about the Dark Web, the strange laptop, and the phone numbers.
I arrived home, heart sick as all hell. My friend was murdered today, and I couldn’t stop it. Maybe if I had never grabbed the computer from the cafe, he’d still be alive. Maybe if I hadn’t been so stupid, I could have handled this whole thing differently, and he wouldn’t be dead right now.
To top it off, I realized I left my phone at the bloody scene. I groaned and threw my head back in the driver’s seat. Now what?
Well, the phone is near some cops and the EMTs. Maybe if I call, they’ll believe I dropped it before they got there and I won’t get in trouble. I reached back and grabbed the burner phone out of the bag and started to dial my phone number when I suddenly had a thought. If the phone numbers we dialed somehow had something to do with the murders, that must mean…
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I grabbed the laptop out of the bag, my heart racing and my body profusely sweating in fear. This whole thing was unreal. The fact that I was right in the middle of it was even worse.
I clicked on to the folder of pictures of scenery from earlier. Again, my eyes scrolled across the picture of the barbershop. Then the forest. Finally, my eyes got to the picture of the cafe. Yes, the phone numbers and these locations have to somehow be tied together, but I didn’t know how. Why was this happening?
I was about to leave the folder, but then a small thumbnail at the end of the list of pictures caught my eye. I hovered the cursor over it and opened it up.
With some cloud service, the image was revealed. My jaw dropped in utter horror. A picture of my house. I was looking at a picture of my front yard and home. I hadn’t noticed this before, why hadn’t I noticed this? Over in the top corner was a link, one that opened up the full cloud folder from some email made up of more gibberish characters. This folder contained more pics. Pics that were very different from the others.
“NO WAY!” I shouted out loud, face contorted in anger and fear all at once.
Pictures of me. Pictures of me looking directly at the camera, others of my car. The last ones were of me sneaking into the crime scene at the cafe.
That guy. That homeless looking guy from the other day, and behind the ambulance. I have his laptop. He was watching me.
How did he tie into these murders?
My silent tirade was interrupted by the sudden sound of a jingle to my right. The phone was ringing in my passenger seat. I picked it up and peered at the phone number. I couldn’t handle this anymore, I couldn’t just take it.
It was my own phone number. Grudgingly, I decided to swipe and answer the call.
“Who… who is this?” I stammered.
A gravelly voice answered from the other end.
“Spare change, sir?”
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I grabbed the laptop out of the bag, my heart racing and my body profusely sweating in fear. This whole thing was unreal. The fact that I was right in the middle of it was even worse.
I clicked on to the folder of pictures of scenery from earlier. Again, my eyes scrolled across the picture of the barbershop. Then the forest. Finally, my eyes got to the picture of the cafe. Yes, the phone numbers and these locations have to somehow be tied together, but I didn’t know how. Why was this happening?
I was about to leave the folder, but then a small thumbnail at the end of the list of pictures caught my eye. I hovered the cursor over it and opened it up.
With some cloud service, the image was revealed. My jaw dropped in utter horror. A picture of my house. I was looking at a picture of my front yard and home. I hadn’t noticed this before, why hadn’t I noticed this? Over in the top corner was a link, one that opened up the full cloud folder from some email made up of more gibberish characters. This folder contained more pics. Pics that were very different from the others.
“NO WAY!” I shouted out loud, face contorted in anger and fear all at once.
Pictures of me. Pictures of me looking directly at the camera, others of my car. The last ones were of me sneaking into the crime scene at the cafe.
That guy. That homeless looking guy from the other day, and behind the ambulance. I have his laptop. He was watching me.
How did he tie into these murders?
My silent tirade was interrupted by the sudden sound of a jingle to my right. The phone was ringing in my passenger seat. I picked it up and peered at the phone number. I couldn’t handle this anymore, I couldn’t just take it.
It was my own phone number. Grudgingly, I decided to swipe and answer the call.
“Who… who is this?” I stammered.
A gravelly voice answered from the other end.
“Spare change, sir?”
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Story: Deep Web
N. Of parts: 16
Genre: Horror
Source: Creepypasta
Voice: Anita
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📌Part 2
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📌Part 3
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📌Part 8
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📌Part 10
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Story: Deep Web
N. Of parts: 16
Genre: Horror
Source: Creepypasta
Voice: Anita
📌Part 1
https://t.me/AmEnglish/6181
📌Part 2
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📌Part 3
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📌Part 4
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📌Part 5
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📌Part 6
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📌Part 7
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📌Part 8
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📌Part 9
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📌Part 10
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📌Part 11
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📌Part 12
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📌Part 13
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📌Part 14
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Story: Deep Web
N. Of parts: 16
Genre: Horror
Source: Creepypasta
Voice: Anita
📌Part 1
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📌Part 2
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📌Part 3
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📌Part 4
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📌Part 5
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📌Part 6
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📌Part 7
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📌Part 8
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📌Part 9
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📌Part 10
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📌Part 11
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📌Part 12
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📌Part 13
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📌Part 14
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📌Part 15
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Story: Deep Web
N. Of parts: 16
Genre: Horror
Source: Creepypasta
Voice: Anita
📌Part 1
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📌Part 2
https://t.me/AmEnglish/6197
📌Part 3
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📌Part 4
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📌Part 5
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📌Part 6
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📌Part 7
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📌Part 8
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📌Part 9
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📌Part 10
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📌Part 11
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📌Part 12
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📌Part 13
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📌Part 14
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