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MidReal Story
Whispers from Unknown.com
Scenario:date made: Friday, Jan 10th, 2025 9:58 pm
date and location where story takes place:At 2:33 AM on Friday, October 13th, in a small, remote town in Hephzibah, Georgia
creepypasta name: Unknown.com
Jake was a tech-savvy teenager with an insatiable curiosity for the obscure corners of the internet. One night, as he scrolled through forums and dark web threads, he stumbled upon a URL that caught his attention: unknown.com.
The comments were sparse but filled with warnings. "Do not visit," one read. "It knows too much," said another. His curiosity piqued, Jake couldn't resist. He typed the URL into his browser and hit enter.
The screen went black for a moment before the site loaded. It was minimalist, just a black background with a single prompt: "Enter your name."
Jake hesitated but ultimately typed his name and hit submit. The screen flickered, and a message appeared: "Welcome, Jake. We've been expecting you."
Chills ran down his spine. He tried to close the browser, but the window wouldn't respond. The site continued to load, revealing a series of video clips. The footage was of Jake—moments from his life, captured without his knowledge. Some were recent, others from his childhood, including memories he had long forgotten.
Panicking, he unplugged his computer, but the screen remained on. A new message appeared: "You can't escape."
The room grew colder, and the lights flickered. A distorted voice echoed from his speakers, "Jake, you shouldn't have come here."
His phone buzzed with a new notification. It was a text from an unknown number: "We know everything." His blood ran cold as he realized it was a photo of him, taken just moments ago, from outside his bedroom window.
Desperate, he grabbed his phone and tried to call for help, but the line was dead. The computer screen showed his own terrified face, and the voice continued, "We're always watching."
In a last-ditch effort, Jake yanked the computer from the wall and smashed it against the floor. The screen went dark, but the whispers persisted, echoing in his mind.
Jake never spoke of that night again. He abandoned his once-beloved tech, moving to a remote cabin with no internet. But even there, in the dead of night, he could still hear the faint echoes of the website that knew too much.
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Mark Jensen
local tech expert who helps Jake uncover the website's secrets, acquaintance of Jake and Emily, rugged with glasses, resourceful and skeptical
Emily Carter
Jake's childhood friend and confidante, friends with Jake, long blonde hair, intelligent and cautious
Jake Harrison
techsavvy teenager, no direct relationships, short black hair, curious and brave
I remember the first time I heard about unknown.com.
It was late at night, and a group of my friends were huddled around my computer, digging through one of those creepy internet forums.
You know the kind.
The ones that make you wonder if half the posters are simply trolling or actually believe the paranormal crap they spew.
We were going through one of the threads when one of the posters mentioned a website.
He claimed it was a simple HTML page with nothing but a black background and a prompt to enter your name.
He said that if you did, the site would respond with a message that contained your deepest, darkest secret.
Of course, we didn't believe him.
We thought he was full of shit, but one of my friends decided to test it out anyway.
He entered his name, and we waited.
And waited.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the screen flickered, and his name appeared in bold black letters at the very top of the page.
Below it was a message that made him jump out of his seat and nearly throw the computer across the room.
I hesitated, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. My friends' eyes were on me, a mix of anticipation and dread in their expressions. The dim lighting of the cabin's living room seemed to amplify the tension, casting eerie shadows on the walls. I took a deep breath and grabbed the mouse, my hand trembling slightly as I recalled the events of that fateful night.
With a click, I entered my name, "Jake Harrison," and hit submit. The screen went dark for a moment, and I felt a chill creep up my spine. The air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Suddenly, the monitor flickered back to life, displaying my name in bold letters. Beneath it appeared a message that made my heart pound: "Your curiosity will be your downfall."
The room fell silent as we all stared at the screen, unsure of what to do next. My friends' faces were pale, their eyes wide with fear. I could hear the creaks and groans of the old cabin settling around us, but it was as if time itself had frozen.
"What does it mean?" one of my friends whispered, her voice barely audible.
I shook my head, my mind racing with possibilities. "I don't know," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
The silence was oppressive, heavy with foreboding. I glanced around the room, half-expecting to see some dark figure lurking in the shadows. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting an eerie glow over the scene.
Suddenly, the lights in the cabin began to flicker, and I felt a presence closing in around us. My heart racing, I turned back to the screen, and that's when I saw it – a new message had appeared: "We're coming for you."
"Jake, we need to leave now," Sarah urged, her voice trembling with urgency.
"But where can we go?" Mark interjected, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows.
"We can't just sit here and wait," I replied, my voice firm despite the fear clawing at my insides.
I stared at the phone, my mind reeling as I swiped through the images. Each one was more gruesome than the last, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Emily's gasp echoed through the room, and Mark's face turned ashen as he gazed at the screen.
The first image showed us, wide-eyed and terrified, just moments ago in this very room. The next depicted a mangled body, its limbs twisted at impossible angles. The third showed a dark forest, the trees looming like skeletal fingers. And the fourth...the fourth was a close-up of my own face, my eyes black as coal, my skin deathly pale.
I felt a scream building in my throat as I realized we were being watched. The cabin's dim lighting seemed to close in around us, making the shadows dance on the walls like malevolent spirits. I bolted for the door, my legs pumping as I desperately sought escape.
"Jake, wait!" Emily cried out, but I didn't dare look back.
I flung open the door, and a blast of cold air hit me like a slap in the face. The darkness outside seemed to swallow me whole, and I stumbled down the porch steps, my eyes scanning the surrounding trees for any sign of movement.
The silence was oppressive, heavy with an unspoken threat. I could feel eyes upon me, boring into my skin like cold steel. My breath came in ragged gasps as I sprinted across the clearing, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.
Suddenly, a twig snapped behind me. I spun around, but there was nothing. The darkness seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, making my skin crawl.
And then, a figure emerged from the trees.
Its face was twisted into a grotesque grin, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. My heart stopped as it took a step closer, its presence suffocating me.
I tried to scream, but my voice was frozen in my throat.
"Jake, it's just a trick of the light," Mark shouted, trying to sound brave but failing miserably.
"No, it's real," Emily insisted, her voice quivering as she clutched my arm.
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession.
I paused, catching my breath, and glanced back at Emily and Mark. Their faces mirrored my own fear, but determination flickered in their eyes.
"We need to figure this out," I said, gesturing for them to follow me back inside the cabin. The door creaked ominously as we entered, the oppressive darkness swallowing us whole.
I grabbed a flashlight from the table, its beam cutting through the shadows. We huddled around my laptop's shattered remains. "There must be something we missed," Mark muttered, sifting through scattered papers and cables.
Emily nodded, her fingers tracing over a cryptic symbol etched into the desk. It looked like some sort of arcane sigil, but I had no idea what it meant.
As we searched, the silence was broken only by the creaks and groans of the old cabin settling around us. It was as if the very walls were watching us, waiting for us to uncover some hidden truth.
Suddenly, Emily's eyes locked onto something on the floor. "Guys, look at this," she whispered, her voice trembling.
I followed her gaze to a small piece of paper that had been torn from my laptop's screen. On it was a single sentence, scrawled in red ink: "You should have stayed hidden."
A chill ran down my spine as I realized that whoever was behind unknown.com was still watching us, still playing their twisted game. And we were running out of time.
"Let's get out of here," Mark urged, his voice low and urgent. "We can't stay in this cabin anymore."
As we stepped outside, the wind carried a haunting whisper: "The game has only just begun."
