I should have known that this would have ended the way it did. It was all too good to be true. If only I wasn't so ''stupid'', but I am getting ahead of myself.
It
the flu, so I couldn't go to work. About all I could do for the rest of
the day was sit in my bed and be lazy, just waiting to recover.
I
it had been about a month and a half since I last checked it. I knew
that I hadn't been on there in a while, but ''man''! I had around 35
notifications (including my private messages and friend requests). As I
started to go through each individual notification, I noticed a person
in my friend requests that I hadn't seen since 3rd grade or so. That's
right. I remember now. We were best friends! I had forgotten all about
him with the stress of work and daily living, but I felt relieved to see that he didn't forget me.
Needless to say, I was super excited
and instantly accepted his request. I PMed him and told him we needed to
with my childhood friend! We would have so much to catch up on,
reminiscing about the good ol' days, about our personal life today, and
our plans for our futures!
I waited for a while to hear a
response, but after about an hour I closed it out. I decided he probably
he might not even be on (even if it did say he was online). He was
probably just away from his computer if anything.
I didn't get
back on for the rest of that day. It just slipped my mind. The next day,
There it was, a new message notification! I read it, but what I read
seemed a little strange...
Me: "Hey man! It has been a while since we have last talked! We really need to get together soon and catch up!"
Him: "Sorry, he has expired"
What
his page, but I got a Facebook error saying that the page wasn't
available. He must have had his account hacked and deleted. That had to
be it! There is no other explanation. Then, I decided to check my email.
account had been hacked.
I quickly opened up my email and
realized that I wasn't too diligent about checking my email either. I
searched for about 15 minutes through my unread messages, but to no
avail. I did find one email in my spam filters, though. It was from him!
what it said...
"Like the message said..."
What, did he
get his email hacked too? I looked closer at the email and realized that
click as I might get a virus, but I clicked on it anyways and it brought
on his Facebook page before it was deleted. It was him leaning beside a
glass building striking a stupid pose that we used to pose when it was
time to take the yearbook pictures for our grade. I decided to save the
image and study it closer. Seeing as my major was graphic design with a
minor in computer science, it shouldn't be an issue to uncover any
mysteries from this image, or so I thought.
I right clicked the
file and used notepad to open the image so I could look at the hex code
to maybe get a clue as to any mysteries that might be hidden. I saw what
hastily copied.
I got back onto my browser and pasted the link. It led me to a blank page with the following statement.
"Friend me, you won't regret it"
At
statements, but I was getting mad. Enraged might be a better word. This
made no sense! Why would this hacker or whatever he is be sending me
these vague messages? Who is he? What does he want from me?
There
spam filters for some odd reason. It had no subject and the body was
blank as well, but in the attachments I noticed a picture file. It was
called FriendMe.JPG.
I opened it up and it was the exact same
picture. No, wait! I noticed something different about the picture.
Something so subtle that it would be missed by most people. I saw a
minor change in the reflection of the glass. There was a man in the
reflection that you could tell was across the street. In the previous
picture he was looking down, perhaps at his cell phone? This time,
however, he was looking at the camera from the reflection. Just staring
right at the camera. He was at such a distance from the reflection that
his moved head was almost unnoticeable, but not completely as long as
you studied the picture hard.
I was utterly confused and somewhat
The next day I was feeling well enough to
get back to work, so I had to put off my investigation. When I was
through for the day, I went back home to find out more about this
hacker. First, I wanted to do some research.
I searched his name
on Google and the very first thing I found was an obituary for him. I
started to sob silently, but I couldn't contain my sorrow. This can't be
all I wanted was to get back together with him! I read that he was
brutally murdered by an unknown assailant. A note was found in his
pocket that read...
"I told you and you didn't listen"
The
this case. This all happened just the week before I came down with the
flu. Is this what the hacker meant by saying "He has expired"? Was he
the murderer?
I went back on Facebook and found that his page was
the full size I noticed the man across the street was gone.
About
that she was going to come over to visit me. Thank God, maybe she will
ease my mind for a while.
The next call I got was from the police
was out in a county road, so there weren't any cameras to take pictures
of the car. There was only one witness, but she said that the car moved
so quickly that she couldn't get a license plate number or anything. Why
friend, and now my MOTHER?
I ran back to my Facebook and I
scourged through my friend requests. I got another request from my
friend's account. This time, the name was not his name. It said his name
wondered, could the message that said "You won't regret it" be the
truth? If I don't accept, what horrible thing would happen to me? Why
was he so desperate for people to accept his friend requests? I accepted
Instantly, I got a PM.
It was another link. I opened it and saw the picture of my friend after
he was murdered. I knew that I was friends with the murderer. I got
another PM that said, "Sure, I would love to get back together. How
about the new coffee joint in town".
I knew he was talking about the new coffee joint here in Bel Air. My life just flipped, just turned upside down.
I reluctantly got in my car when a skeleton popped out and it scared the shit out of me! Only it wasn't just any shit, it was ''hyper realistic''
out of my shitter while shitting at my shitty inturdshit at Nickylesbian
As I was driving down the road, a wild Chris Hansen appeared! ''Holy hyper realistic shit!''
hyper and he pulled me out of the car and threw me in the passenger's
seat right over there! He then drove me off a cliff and I died!
And that is how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.
Then SOMEGUY123 took a hyper realistic shit on this page because it didn't meet quality standards!