💀 the web got corners that feel like god forgot ’em.
yo, i ain’t even sure how to start this…
but like, my fingers still shakin a bit, and my tabs keep crashin so imma write fast before it notices. (deadass.)
i went too deep. not cool deep. not hacker movie deep. like… rotting basement deep.
was late. 3:17 AM i think. eyes burnin, wifi runnin weak like a dying breath.
someone — dunno who, prolly some weird discord user with 5 numbers in his name — dropped a link.
he typed:
“only if u ready to unsee.”
and bro. i clicked.
why’d i click?
idek. boredom? ego? maybe i just wanted to feel something other than scrolling reels and eating stale chips.
first page looked like a broken knee
not a broken site. like… a broken body.
colors smeared like mold
text shaking like it didn’t wanna be read
and in the middle — just three words:
“do you remember?”
excuse me?? who tf is you??
and remember what?
next thing i know, speakers clicked — not played. CLICKED. like a lock being turned.
there was a noise, not a sound. i felt it in my teeth.
not in ears. not in head.
my molars buzzed like someone whispered through ’em.
i panicked. i alt-tabbed.
but the browser wouldn’t close. just laughed. legit laughed. like a low bitrate giggle.
i punched the damn power button.
screen stayed on.
black.
then white.
then my room.
on screen.
from a weird corner i don’t even have.
bro… how did it know what my room looked like.
the web got places not even data wants to live in.
you think the dark web is drugs and hitmen?
cute.
there’s files out there labeled in ✦⍫⚧⚰ — i ain’t even know how to type those.
i downloaded one (yeah i was stupid)
opened it in notepad, cuz what else?
whole doc was just…
“we see you. we see you. we see you.”
like 9,000 times.
last line said:
“stop now. or the reflection changes.”
i ran to my mirror.
nothing weird.
except… i wasn’t blinking. my reflection. it just stared back.
i blinked again. it didn’t.
once u click too far, there ain’t a “back” button anymore
nobody tell you that
they all say “clear cache” or “get a VPN” — nah fam, this ain’t Chrome history
this is soul residue
something from those sites stay stuck on u.
in ur dreams.
in ur fan noises.
in how ur room gets just a lil too cold sometimes for no reason
this one site, man… it wasn’t even coded right.
half the code was gibberish
the other half? it was names
my teacher’s name from 3rd grade
my dad’s old email
a phone number i never told anyone
just sittin there.
on screen.
no login. no permission. just there
then it scrolled down on its own
and stopped at one word:
“soon.”
i closed my laptop so hard it left a dent
haven’t used that laptop since. it’s somewhere under my bed. i think.
and don’t get me started on the people who live there.
not live like “online all the time.”
nah, live like… exist in code
there’s a forum where ppl post in what looks like typos
but if you rearrange the letters… they say things like
“she’s under the bed again”
“he left the basement door open”
“the skin isn’t mine anymore”
no replies. just these… cries for help? threats? journal entries from ghosts?
and one post?
it replied to me.
i never even posted.
“you’re not supposed to be here, [my name]”
yeah. my name.
exact spelling. only my grandma spells it that way.
u feel brave? keep scrollin.
but i’m tellin you now — this ain’t a story
this ain’t clickbait
this ain’t a movie
this is me
tired
wired
scared
and maybe cursed a lil. idk.
some part of the web ain’t made for humans.
or maybe it was, long time ago.
but it got left behind
like a digital alley where the light never touches
and weird things moved in
not demons
not ghosts
just… something else
something that remembers us
but we forgot it
anyway
if you made it this far
drink water
close your tabs
clear your brain
don’t click weird shit
don’t search “door.why”
don’t type in blank fields
and if your reflection don’t blink back tonight…
just pretend it’s lag.
i’m out.
wifi dying again.
light flickered.
i ain’t openin no more windows today.
digital or real.
💀🖤 stay soft. stay safe.
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