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(Created page with "{{Note|This story did not happen, it is purely a fictional horror story written for entertainment purposes, therefore you shouldn't take it seriously. Enjoy!}} Curiosity always gets the better of me. And I'm not the only one. How do you think online videos like three guys one hammer, 2girls1cup and various gore videos get so many views? Everybody wants to see it. You do too. My story starts in the time when I got in some kind of depression at age 18 that started after...") |
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I started to love dark humor. If something terrible happened I loved to instantly make jokes and Photoshops out of it. So did my anonymous friends. Some say you change if you spend too much time on image boards, and I think those people are right.
My depression got worse and as a result I only spent even more time on image boards. My sense of
Of course, my internet friends thought it was hilarious.
At this point I wasn't on the
No limits whatsoever. My craving for disastrous content got greater and greater. I couldn't control my craving, for it was the only thing that would satisfy any part of me. My days were basically staying home to browse the web for gore and illegal content 'til the early morning.
The best, or rather worst image board was
My desire for gore got so big not even disasterchan could satisfy me anymore. After another day of pointless browsing I couldn't find my daily shot of violence. I made a thread asking why I couldn't get satisfied anymore. Only one guy reacted posting a link to another chan.
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Despite my anger I realized I still had that other chan on my ctrl+v. It was another .onion link that was only accessible through an untraceable IP.
The site had a completely black layout, there was no picture on the center above like on most image boards. Even the text was black so I had to select all the text to be able to read it. The image board was called
There was only one news article posted on the home page, the time of posting was actually 5 minutes ago, today. It said
/necro/ - Necrophilia
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Not many boards, most image boards have about 20 or more. /b/ was a board most sites like this have. It was /cem/ and /necro/ that caught my attention. I had never seen actual necrophilia and I could only guess that /cem/ could have pictures and advice about digging up graves. I decided to visit /cem/ first.
After the page loaded and I scrolled down I instantly froze. I felt fear for the first time in months. Only this fear wasn't amusing or satisfying in any way. I felt cold shivering going up my spine. Ice cold sweat broke out. I saw a picture of my father's corpse lying next to his grave. I knew for sure it was him. I recognized his clothes we buried him in and the grave I designed with my mother. I started to panic.
This was the clue I needed. This crazy fuck wanted me to get to the cemetery in 10 minutes. I ran to my bike and started cycling as a madman. I told myself to relax, but of course I
I got to the cemetery in about 5 minutes, dumped my bike and ran to my father's grave. What I found was indeed the lifeless body of my father lying next to his grave. I fell on my knees and started crying. I couldn't bear to see his face as he was lying there. My father's death was my absolute weak point. The person who did this must've known. After shivering and crying for a few minutes I got a little more relaxed. I started reburying my father trying not to look at his face. I used my hands to dig and put his body back in the broken coffin when I noticed a small note in the pocket of his shirt.
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The shock I went through seeing the next post was far worse than you can imagine. I wasn't able to move for what seemed like hours. It was my mother. Obviously dead. Her facial expression was lifeless and her skin had no tan at all. She was being raped on a bed in what appeared to be a hotel room. The fucking psycho raping her was on the bottom, my mother on her back on top, so there was no way of telling who this guy was. I couldn't watch this anymore. I was tired. I Panicked so much. The time of posting was 2 weeks from now, same exact time. My mother was dead. Despite the shock I was in I had to make my move now and remain as calm as was possible. The killer didn't leave instructions this time, so I decided to call my mom's phone.
"Hi Rob"
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I hung up the phone. She was alive. I was so relieved she was still alive. I was able to calm down a little and started analyzing the situation again. She's not dead. Was the picture Photoshopped? It seems impossible even with today's techniques. She was definitely dead in this picture.
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