I can't take it anymore. This GIF is going to be the end of me. The world must know, but then I must end myself, I can't live with what I've learned from this. How could such a simple, such an tenuous file break down the very essence of the soul, destroy my life in this most intricately woven web of hopelessness? I can not tell how a mortal man could withstand in the creation of this binary-encoded abomination. But alas, I must let you know my strains for there is little time and sanity left in this broken mind.
This torment would begin on the day I received the fateful mail from my friend. Normally I would not consider receiving mails odd, but in this case my friend was dead. I will not name him, as the knowledge of his deed would certainly cause his grave to be wroth open by vigilantes of my coming death, for the mail which I opened contained the most dreaded file brought forth by the Internet. To decipher the mad ramblings it contained was a difficult task, but from what I found he must have uncovered it from the deep recesses of the Internet. I proceeded to hover my cursor over the attachment he sent, and alas I performed the act of a descensional motion of my index finger towards the aptly named electronic device relating to the relative of the tailed pest of mankind's dark ages.
Soon it appeared on my taskbar. "DEADCRY.gif". How could a GIF file possibly produce a sound, was the first thought which dawned in my head. If only my worries had stretched to such an extent, for I would come to know a file as possibly haunted, with cause due to the most destructive sound it would come to produce. The point of last return had now been breached, as I performed the same fateful act as in the last paragraphs conclusion.
The screen faded to black. Oh how desolate it had become, with silence embalming my room like the mist on an evenings plain. Then it hit me like a nail through my heart, piercing me like the hottest poker through the icy cold. If I wished to remain with sanity I'd not dare to recall this, but since I will take my sorrows to the grave this must be concluded for the sake of humanity. This was the sound which seeped out of my speakers like poison to the mind. In a horrifying voice, it told me the dreadful words: "DEADCRY.jif".
As those most demonically charged waves pulsated to my ear with this j-like sound (it must have simply been an imitation, for I dare not believe a human could invoke such a terrifying noise). I let out a scream of agony, but all the screams in the world could not express the fear, the sorrow, the hatred that engulfed me and ravaged my body. I have now escaped this GIF, and I hope it will remain in my trash for good, but I must join my friend in the bleach he must have drunk to cleanse and hopefully save us from this terrible fate.
It may still be out there. I shall not know; I won't be here much longer. But beware, for if you receive a mail of this caliber you may too, in foolishness and ignorance, suffer the most painful death as I.