Creepypasta #1139: I Found New Life On The Deep Web
Remember when deep web stories were the fad? Every week, you’d find a new tale of someone going too far on the deep web, finding something terrible, and ending up getting attacked for speaking out against it. This story’s a bit similar.
The difference is, I still love the deep web.
Let me explain. I was a senior in high school at the time, and I was definitely no popular kid. My friends were the oddities of the school, the few people who dared to defy the norm. It was them who told me about the deep web – a place on the internet where you are completely unwatched, anonymous, capable of doing whatever you want. Of course, I was intrigued. Most of my friends just used it to buy drugs, but I thought a little bigger. I wanted to know what happened in the darkest parts of the deep web, whether or not my friends were telling the truth when they talked about horrible fetish sites and assassins you can hire to kill anyone you like.
Of course, I wasn’t planning on using any of it. I’ve never been particularly interested in sex, so fetish sites don’t interest me, and there’s really nobody I’d like to kill. It was the mystery of it all that fascinated me.
At the time, I was tired of the monotony of life. I’d get up at the same time every day, go to school, attend the same classes, talk to the same people, go home, play some games, do homework, go to sleep, and then… it’d repeat. I wondered if other people got tired of that.
It took me a while to actually dive into the deep web. As fascinated as I was, I’d been warned of what could happen to me – I read the stories I talked about, too. Who isn’t afraid of being threatened by hackers, or stalked by some creep you piss off online? That kind of shit kept me from actually going on the deep web, until the day I manned up and decided it was time to break the monotony. It was time to delve into the underbelly of the Internet, time to see a world I had only dreamed off.
It was just drug sites, and stuff where people exposed government secrets, or whatever. Nothing as dark as I expected – I don’t even do drugs, so that was useless to me, and I wasn’t into politics. There wasn’t really much I was into back then. So, I was disappointed. The only reason I kept exploring was my sheer desire to experience the world I thought existed on the deep web. That world was darker than any drug site. That world had murder, torture, fucked up porn for fucked up people, and all sorts of nasty shit.
Just when my apathy towards the deep web got to its highest point, I found what I was looking for. The site didn’t have a name – I thought it was a broken link for a bit, since it only led me to a black screen. Right before I could click out, however, a chat box opened on the screen. Someone using the name ‘admin’ typed in the chat box, saying: