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<p class="MsoNormal">This is the “saga” of <u>The Other Internet,</u> written by JohnnyBoy33, and posted on the Creepypasta Wiki.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Each of the four parts were originally posted in their own pages.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal">[http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Night_at_the_Office Night at the Office]</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Defected{sic} Laptop</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">'''<u><span style="font-size:20.0pt">The Other Internet</span></u>'''</p>
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A dead man’s body was found weeks later. Detectives and cops think the guy went insane and possibly tried suicide.
'''<u><span style="font-size:20.0pt">Defected Laptop</span></u>'''
It was NOT a normal time for me. I’m in prison now, and I can thank The Other Internet stupid bloody virus. I got it on my laptop, and here is what happened.
One day, I was reading creepy stories on the internet. I stopped when I found one called “The Other Internet”, because I got hungry. So I got my backpack and headed off to my local store. I got a case of beer, smuggled it to the bathroom, then emptied the contents into my bag. After that, I saw a box of Twinkies, so I went back to the bathroom and repeated. I also saw some nutella, so I did the same thing by going into the bathroom and tearing off the label. My bag was getting pretty stuffed by that time, so to avoid being caught, I just snuck out of the store. I immediately went home with all the stuff I snagged ate a couple of nutella sandwiches, then read the story about that fucking virus.
After reading that story, I decided it was a bullshit urban legend. I went onto the desktop so I could load up some other application, when I saw a video that said Demon Hanger, so I clicked on it. The first few minutes of the video showed a kid, with hazel eyes, that looked like a doll. It then flashed to a few images of what looked like a dark-figured demon with the reddest eyes, eyes redder than blood. The demon was breathing creepily heavily. After about ten minutes, it cut straight to a video of the same demon the video kept cutting to, but this time it played a video of his head turning to the camera on loop. I tried to fast-forward, but my laptop wouldn’t let me. After a long twenty or thirty minutes, the video finally cut to a mirror with blood smeared on it, and you could hear an raucous, deafening scream. The video cut off after about five or so minutes of showing that photograph.
Once the video ended, I packed up my laptop, took out my cell phone, and called up one of my friends asking if he wanted to smoke weed with me. He said yes, so I went up to his crib. We smoked until we got stoned off our fucking asses. I happened to bring my bag, with my stolen crap and my laptop. I brought out my laptop, booted it up, then I began to browse the web. After going to Youtube, I found all of the videos on there were pretty much demonic. I didn’t click on any videos, but however, most of the thumbnails had negative or red hues, and images of what looked like demons. My friend asked me if I wanted to play PS3 with him, so I said yes. I preferred Xbox over Playstation, but my friend preferred Playstation over Xbox. We played Tomb Raider for a while, then we decided to quit. We began watching YouTube videos on my friend’s Playstation, while I browsed the web. I found a whole bunch of demonic, frightening shit that I bookmarked for later, including articles about children getting murdered in horrific, violent ways, demons, and just demonic articles. There was one about black magic that talked about the devil.
After watching about what seemed like a million YouTube videos, I said to my friend, “You know, I made us fake I.D.s with our exact names. That’s why I was hammering you for so much personal info last night. I stayed up all night making them.”
My friend responded with, “Really? Let’s go get some Marlboro Reds.”
I then said, “Alright. You go get the Marlboro cigarettes and I’ll go buy some weed.” I happened to have a friend who had really strong connections with a weed dealer, so he got weed for free, so he gave some to me. His name is Preston, and he rarely even gave me weed. He usually made me pay for it, but at a big discount. Me and my friend decided to go to the local park (we had several parks and several other places to smoke our stuff, but we decided on this one local park) and see if any of our friends were there. I brought my laptop again. I decided to go to a shaded area, with a whole bunch of tables (a common hangout) and I smoked one of those Marlboro reds. (my friend bought myself and himself a pack) One of my other friends, Leonard, (we just called him Lee) whom was the youngest of the group, just recently turned 14. He brought some beer, and of course, consumed it “Did you bring a pipe?” I asked Lee.
“Yes,” Lee replied. “I brought two. I also made a soda can bong.”
“Sweet!” I exclaimed
“Alright now, I’ll go look for a couple of them fucking cigarettes” Lee declared..
While I was on my laptop, I saw a bunch of petrifying pictures, although I was relaxed because I was still high off of the herb. Some of the photographs were dead bodies, horrific photos of kids after being ran over by a vehicle, severed heads, red eyes, and demons. After a while, I decided to get off my laptop. I asked my friend if he wanted to go bowling. He said yes, so we rounded up some other people, including Lee, a chronic pill consumer named Derrick, a tall person named Larry, and a fat person named Falcon.
“Alright, who wants to drive? Marley, the friend that I’ve been talking about, asked.
“I’ll volunteer,” Falcon offered. “for a bottle of pills.”
“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll get you some when I have the time.
“Alright.” Falcon replied.
Once we got to the bowling alley, Falcon put our initials in, as we were gonna duel against another group of people. He just called us The Heads, which was supposed to be short for the potheads, but since pot is illegal, he shortened it to heads. We bowled against a group of seven white people and one black person.
“Oh snap son!” Gary, one of the people we were dueling, exclaimed. The match was very close.
“Alright Marley, you can do this. Bowl us a strike! We will win!” Lee encouraged.
Marley bowled a strike, and although the people we dueled with were kind of discouraged, we decided to talk in the parking lot.
“Alright, I’d love to stay and chat,” One of the people from the other group, Don, declared. “But I’m gonna go smoke some weed.”
“Hey, we do that shit!” Larry exclaimed.
“Oh really now?” Dannon, another one of the people, questioned. “Because one of yous looks like a fucking 12 year old.”
“Um, excuse me, but I’m 14.” Lee declared. “Here, want some beer salt?”
“Sure.” Dannon replied as he sprinkled some into his hand.
“So, you wanna do shit with us?” Lee asked.
“Yes,” Don replied.
So we went to Don’s house and sat on his porch, smoking cigarettes. I smoked the rest of my pack, then I went back home to get back on my laptop. It might’ve been because I was high, but I thought I saw some dark figures from the corner of my eyes.
That night that I slept, I dreamt of being kidnapped by a demon, with gargantuan, sharp, acuate horns, burned black skin, and red eyes. He strapped me to a chair, got an iPad, and forced me to watch abhorrent, gruesome things on it. I saw a bunch of unnerving pictures, of demons, disfigured faces, people just being murdered in such grotesque ways in general. I was also forced to watch videos. I didn’t like it. I could’ve sworn that at one point I was watching Satan’s Sphinx.
After that nightmare, I decided it was too much. I went to walmart, in order to discard my laptop. I put it in my bag, along with some food and drinks, and went off. After shoplifting some sodas, some gum, and a watch, I went to a clothing section at the back of the store and slowly and gently put down the laptop. I was, of course, was seen on a surveillance camera. I then started walking off. It was a freaking great plan, I just didn’t count on the laptop exploding just like a fucking bomb.
I am now in prison. I have been charged for shoplifting and murder with a deadly weapon. (they think I planted a bomb, when it was my laptop that just happened to explode like a bomb) Law enforcement doesn’t know about me smoking and popping pills. I have a drug test coming up, so I’ll just take one of my system pills from the bottle I smuggled with me. I’ll get a lawyer and he’ll try to convince the judge or whatever that I’m innocent and that my laptop really was a laptop. He’ll also try to save me from death row.
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