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Demon of the Dark Web
Published 3 years, 5 months ago
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There is a guy who calls himself Demon of the Dark Web. I don't know if he really is a demon or not. Are there such things as demons? I don't know. I know that he is dark and evil. I know that he has done many indecent and horrible deeds to women of all ages including me. He was part of this big human trafficking ring that operated on the dark web that was taken down by the feds not too long ago. I heard he is back.
I know all of this because I was part of his prey. I was homeless out in a city near San Francisco a few years back. If you don't know much about the homeless in this area, let me explain a little bit to you. I moved to the Bay Area thinking that I would make it. My dream was to always live near the coastline so I chose San Francisco. It was in San Francisco where I became homeless after I ran out of money and lived on the streets for a few years. I wasn't lazy and I did have a job. A friend let me use her address for residency but her landlord wouldn't let me stay there so, even though I did stay at her house sometimes, I slept on the streets with the homeless people most of the time. Many of the homeless are there because they are mentally ill or do drugs. Then there are some of us who actually work for a living but still can't afford the crazy rental prices out in the Bay Area. Who can afford a $2,000 to $3,000 per month apartment on a $10 an-hour job? Am I right? Anyway, so we live in our cars or tents and shower at the health clubs we have memberships in. We have cell phones and computers and use the free wifi from the libraries. We travel between three different cities depending on the weather and if we have over-welcomed our stay. The cities set up places to help us out while we're there but resources are limited. We're a tight group, watching over each other's belongings while we work. In the winter we rent hotel rooms and share them because the homeless shelters are either always full or they have rules many of us do not want to follow. The shelters also have a lot of mean people in them. The mean people are able to stay because they chase us out.
So that is the low down of the homeless situation I was in. It was cold and brutal, but if you can survive it then you can pretty much survive anything. You have to be careful who you friend in these places because there are some very shady people who infiltrate the group. One of these people was my friend Tom. No, that's not his real name. I'm afraid if I tell you his real name he will try to find me. Tom used to borrow my cell phone a lot. He always said that his battery had died and that he needed mine. Unfortunately for me, I believed him. I think he was doing something like putting a rootkit on my phone so he could access it to give me commands and mess with my apps and text messages. It was after he started borrowing the phone is when I began receiving weird messages and pictures.
One day I was looking through my phone's picture gallery and I noticed some pictures of me that I don't remember taking. They were pictures of me posing for the camera. I mean, I admit, I do take a lot of pictures so it is possible I was just goofing off one night but then the air went stale as I stared at a picture of me sleeping. Did someone grab my phone and take a picture of me asleep? How? I have a wristband I attach to my phone when I sleep so no one steals it. The band isn't long enough to take a picture at this angle.
I started to go through more pictures and realized there are dozens of pictures of me sleeping in the hotel rooms we stayed at. There were pictures of me in the shower and on the toilet even. I kept scrolling, getting more horrified than I ever! Some were blurry. It was the blurry ones that bugged me the most. It always looked like there was another person with me in the blurry pictures. We were doing things that I don't ever remember doing. I was celibate during this time. I wasn't having sex with anyone that I can remember.
Then the
I know all of this because I was part of his prey. I was homeless out in a city near San Francisco a few years back. If you don't know much about the homeless in this area, let me explain a little bit to you. I moved to the Bay Area thinking that I would make it. My dream was to always live near the coastline so I chose San Francisco. It was in San Francisco where I became homeless after I ran out of money and lived on the streets for a few years. I wasn't lazy and I did have a job. A friend let me use her address for residency but her landlord wouldn't let me stay there so, even though I did stay at her house sometimes, I slept on the streets with the homeless people most of the time. Many of the homeless are there because they are mentally ill or do drugs. Then there are some of us who actually work for a living but still can't afford the crazy rental prices out in the Bay Area. Who can afford a $2,000 to $3,000 per month apartment on a $10 an-hour job? Am I right? Anyway, so we live in our cars or tents and shower at the health clubs we have memberships in. We have cell phones and computers and use the free wifi from the libraries. We travel between three different cities depending on the weather and if we have over-welcomed our stay. The cities set up places to help us out while we're there but resources are limited. We're a tight group, watching over each other's belongings while we work. In the winter we rent hotel rooms and share them because the homeless shelters are either always full or they have rules many of us do not want to follow. The shelters also have a lot of mean people in them. The mean people are able to stay because they chase us out.
So that is the low down of the homeless situation I was in. It was cold and brutal, but if you can survive it then you can pretty much survive anything. You have to be careful who you friend in these places because there are some very shady people who infiltrate the group. One of these people was my friend Tom. No, that's not his real name. I'm afraid if I tell you his real name he will try to find me. Tom used to borrow my cell phone a lot. He always said that his battery had died and that he needed mine. Unfortunately for me, I believed him. I think he was doing something like putting a rootkit on my phone so he could access it to give me commands and mess with my apps and text messages. It was after he started borrowing the phone is when I began receiving weird messages and pictures.
One day I was looking through my phone's picture gallery and I noticed some pictures of me that I don't remember taking. They were pictures of me posing for the camera. I mean, I admit, I do take a lot of pictures so it is possible I was just goofing off one night but then the air went stale as I stared at a picture of me sleeping. Did someone grab my phone and take a picture of me asleep? How? I have a wristband I attach to my phone when I sleep so no one steals it. The band isn't long enough to take a picture at this angle.
I started to go through more pictures and realized there are dozens of pictures of me sleeping in the hotel rooms we stayed at. There were pictures of me in the shower and on the toilet even. I kept scrolling, getting more horrified than I ever! Some were blurry. It was the blurry ones that bugged me the most. It always looked like there was another person with me in the blurry pictures. We were doing things that I don't ever remember doing. I was celibate during this time. I wasn't having sex with anyone that I can remember.
Then the