Friday, August 5, 2011

Demon Virus

It all started three days ago. I was looking up some funny pictures and found a forum topic called, "Post the funny pictures". Every post was spam and nonsense like, "PL%52EH3YH2W4O^N6T6N6O18D." I like to think about hidden meanings in things, so I decided to play with the message a little. I eventually noticed that the message backwards and rearranged was "666 NO DONT WHY HELP." I was obviously laughing and thought it was spam.

As I went on, nothing more happened. A few more messages like that were posted, so I thought there were a few trolls in the thread. That night, I was in my room watching Nick @ Nite and decided to go onto the internet with my PSP. For a laugh, I went back to that thread and found that all of the posts appeared normal.

I got out my laptop and was about to go back to the website but realized that the corrupted messages meant the site had some kind of virus, so I decided against it. At that point, I went to sleep and didn't wake up until around 12:40PM.

I got onto my computer and avoided the website. I was on Youtube when I figured out my computer was doomed. One of the comments was "4N3I623S10LK3N31232I10S4N21A6T0A3s31em25T3PvE12C6CA3." I don't even want to know what that said. Google was even worse. I searched some pictures for videos I was going to make, but I always found at least two pictures of dead and dismembered corpses even when safe search was on and while I searched for the most innocent things.

What I really noticed was a picture of a little girl who was about seven years old. Her eyes were dead white and her forehead was slit open. She seemed to be holding some book, but I couldn't tell what it was. Her mouth had been ripped open, too, and a star had been scratched into her stomach. It seemed like her hair was ripped out, as well. However, there was no blood, as if whoever did that to her cleaned her off so the wounds were visible.

When the whole image sunk into my mind, I immediately took my bat and cleared my computer off my dsk with it. I may have broke the monitor, but I didn't make sure. I knew that I didn't need to stick around to see anything worse happening. I wouldn't even dare give the website's IP to anyone, either. I told my friends what happened and they only started pranking me; they continuously started sending me fake emails that looked like the messages in the thread that started this mess.

It's only now that I realized the girl in the picture was my little sister, who died two years ago.

35 comments:

  1. Good pasta, almost scary and surely fucked up xD

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  2. holy shit
    I was scared shitless when I went to this video
    and found the comments were wierd also
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5diED6ALLE&feature=feedlik

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  3. "I eventually noticed that the message backwards and rearranged was..."

    Doesn't rearranging it make the backwards part redundant?

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  4. jesus man, that's fucked up

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  5. It was really interesting until the "that was my sister" bullshit. That part just ruined it.

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  6. So lame. Seriously.
    What's up with this recent batch of such amateurish pastas? I've read some truly quality work on here before, but this latest stuff is just trash.

    This and "The Black Ghost" particularly. Gimmicky stories with a stupid twist ending thrown in to try and get a rise out of you. Even though they're cheap, cliched and completely uninteresting.

    How do you not see a picture of your dead sister and not recognize her? It'd be one thing if she'd been mutilated beyond human recognition, but she had some wounds and whited out eyes... Gimme' a break.

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  7. Dammit! the last part just ruined it... lame!

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  8. I got a kick out of the description of the sister. How the author kept tacking on gruesome details like a little kid making up a lie.

    "Her eyes were dead white, she was holding some book... Oh yeah! And her mouth was ripped open. And oh, oh!!! There was a star carved in her stomach! And oh!!! Her HAIR was... RIPPED OUT!"

    Yeah! That's the ticket!

    And oh, SNAP! She was my SISTER!

    That's awesome.

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  9. ^ I chortled heartily.

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  10. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

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  11. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

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  12. I liked it and thought it was a good pasta, but the sister part could have been left out.

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  13. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

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    Replies
    1. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
      But Mr Blue is not kind.
      Mr Blue can see you now
      Reading words and writing down
      Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
      Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
      He listens to you describe your day,
      Each and every word you say.
      A madness in his eyes, a fire.
      And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
      He can see you drink.
      He can see you spew.
      He can see you shit.
      He can see you screw.
      But watching is and never was
      The dark task of this man of faux pas.
      He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
      He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
      Unless his verse is passed on by victim
      He'll get to you, this is dictum.
      And next time sleep comes for you
      So also will Mr Blue.

      Delete
  15. i didn't think it was scary until i saw the part where he realised it was his dead little sister...

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  16. Mr. Blue has quite a lot of friends on this site, if I do say so myself.

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  17. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

    ReplyDelete
  18. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

    ReplyDelete
  19. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

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  20. Mr Blue is sure waiting for my hospitality if you know what I mean...

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  21. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue

    ReplyDelete
  22. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue

    ReplyDelete
  23. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue

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  24. The second message is "accept satan in sin" or w/e

    Just thought i'd point that out. Not very hard to figure out though :I

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  25. I knew what I was in for when I read "I eventually noticed that the message backwards and rearranged was '666 NO DONT WHY HELP.'"

    Backwards, then rearranged, and left out a few of the characters. Because "PL%52EH3YH2W4O^N6T6N6O18D." is 26 characters, while the above is only 21. So basically, he just rewrote the jibberish spam using some of what was provided and ignoring the rest.

    OMG MUST BE TRUE. Come on, guys. Fool me better!

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  26. I had to check for myself, but that really weird. The second message does say Accept Satan In Sin. (That is, if a couple letters are taken out.)

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  27. I just read the MR.Blue thing xD

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  28. Mr Blue is a friend of mine, But Mr Blue is not kind. Mr Blue can see you now Reading words and writing down Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques, Mr Blue makes houses squeak. He listens to you describe your day, Each and every word you say. A madness in his eyes, a fire. And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire. He can see you drink. He can see you spew. He can see you shit. He can see you screw. But watching is and never was The dark task of this man of faux pas. He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl. He flay your skin and remove limbs whole. Unless his verse is passed on by victim He'll get to you, this is dictum. And next time sleep comes for you So also will Mr Blue.

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  29. "It's only now that I realized the girl in the picture was my little sister, who died two years ago."

    Maybe you should have forshadowed it. like, talk about yiur sister that died two years ago somewgeree before that

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  30. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,But Mr Blue is not kind.Mr Blue can see you nowReading words and writing downYour thoughts, comments, fine critiques,Mr Blue makes houses squeak.He listens to you describe your day,Each and every word you say.A madness in his eyes, a fire.And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.He can see you drink.He can see you spew.He can see you shit.He can see you screw.But watching is and never wasThe dark task of this man of faux pas.He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.Unless his verse is passed on by victimHe'll get to you, this is dictum.And next time sleep comes for youSo also will Mr Blue.

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  31. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

    ReplyDelete
  32. Mr Blue is a friend of mine,
    But Mr Blue is not kind.
    Mr Blue can see you now
    Reading words and writing down
    Your thoughts, comments, fine critiques,
    Mr Blue makes houses squeak.
    He listens to you describe your day,
    Each and every word you say.
    A madness in his eyes, a fire.
    And sickly wet teeth in his mouth of mire.
    He can see you drink.
    He can see you spew.
    He can see you shit.
    He can see you screw.
    But watching is and never was
    The dark task of this man of faux pas.
    He'll grind your teeth in mortar bowl.
    He flay your skin and remove limbs whole.
    Unless his verse is passed on by victim
    He'll get to you, this is dictum.
    And next time sleep comes for you
    So also will Mr Blue.

    ReplyDelete