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Internet Friends | A Creepypasta Dark Web Stalker Story
Published 4 years, 3 months ago
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Internet FriendsA Creepypasta by SlothIsBackhttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Internet_Friends
BackgroundAmbiance of SandcastleCoastal Thunderstorm in the Redwoods of Sandcastle, Californiaby Spooky Boo Rhodeshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vRiQNjWAtI
A teen and his family are stalked by a crazy person on instagram and facebook in the craziest way.
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/spookyboorhodesInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/spookybooscarystorytimeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/boorhodesReddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/nightmaresmistress
Alright. So it looks like I'm finally writing this.It's been a while since the events I'm about to describe, about three to four months. I lost count. These white walls really drain us of reality, don't they? But the events... the events that took place over that month continue to shake me up. My caregivers told me I occasionally wake up with a scream, in a pool of sweat. I don't remember it, though. No dreams have come to me since...well, I'm not going to go into that. It was something different. No amount of therapy has helped me. Anti-psychotics numb the pain, but they do not stop the memories. It seems the whole world has given up on me. I'll give this a few days. Let you hear out my story. Then I'm going to end it.It all started on a crisp winter day sometime in November, 2019. My few friends, Sean and Sam, were out for the week doing whatever it is they were doing. My mom was at daycare with Molly, my sister, and Dad was at work. The whole house was mine for the time being. Most kids would probably think it was a dream come true to have the freedom to do whatever I desired, even if only for a couple of hours. That's what I thought. That was until I raced downstairs for the console controllers and realized the fucking whore hid them. Again. The frustration was turning into numb disappointment at this point, but the lack of trust still hurt me. I could've tampered with Mom's meds or something like that. But to be completely honest...I didn't blame her. The foster home I resided in was pretty rundown (the nurse was a complete crack head. The schooling wasn't that great either.) And the minor facial deformities running down my cheek didn't help much. I know my mother isn't the type of person to get an idea out of my personality based on that alone, but still. Things reached a boiling point when I brought a knife to school. I wasn't going to USE it. Maybe. Shit, I'm getting off topic.Anyway, the only thing I could really do was scroll through my Instagram feed to pass the time. I was doing exactly that when a new notification appeared: re_neurosis is following you. I didn't give it too much thought. Every five seconds some perv tries to get in good with me, so it was habitual of me to blow them over.So, like I said, I didn't put too much thought into it. Time passed, the minutes morphing into hours. Dad was still on his late shift. Mom was nowhere to be seen. Taking a final glance at the driveway through the blinds, I saw no cars. Mom had ordered me not to call or text any friends while she was away. I guess she thought I was going to watch porn or traffick weed the second she stepped out the door. I was desperate for some form of communication, though. So I broke that one rule:
Internet FriendsA Creepypasta by SlothIsBackhttps://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Internet_Friends
BackgroundAmbiance of SandcastleCoastal Thunderstorm in the Redwoods of Sandcastle, Californiaby Spooky Boo Rhodeshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vRiQNjWAtI
A teen and his family are stalked by a crazy person on instagram and facebook in the craziest way.
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/spookyboorhodesInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/spookybooscarystorytimeFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/boorhodesReddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/nightmaresmistress
Alright. So it looks like I'm finally writing this.It's been a while since the events I'm about to describe, about three to four months. I lost count. These white walls really drain us of reality, don't they? But the events... the events that took place over that month continue to shake me up. My caregivers told me I occasionally wake up with a scream, in a pool of sweat. I don't remember it, though. No dreams have come to me since...well, I'm not going to go into that. It was something different. No amount of therapy has helped me. Anti-psychotics numb the pain, but they do not stop the memories. It seems the whole world has given up on me. I'll give this a few days. Let you hear out my story. Then I'm going to end it.It all started on a crisp winter day sometime in November, 2019. My few friends, Sean and Sam, were out for the week doing whatever it is they were doing. My mom was at daycare with Molly, my sister, and Dad was at work. The whole house was mine for the time being. Most kids would probably think it was a dream come true to have the freedom to do whatever I desired, even if only for a couple of hours. That's what I thought. That was until I raced downstairs for the console controllers and realized the fucking whore hid them. Again. The frustration was turning into numb disappointment at this point, but the lack of trust still hurt me. I could've tampered with Mom's meds or something like that. But to be completely honest...I didn't blame her. The foster home I resided in was pretty rundown (the nurse was a complete crack head. The schooling wasn't that great either.) And the minor facial deformities running down my cheek didn't help much. I know my mother isn't the type of person to get an idea out of my personality based on that alone, but still. Things reached a boiling point when I brought a knife to school. I wasn't going to USE it. Maybe. Shit, I'm getting off topic.Anyway, the only thing I could really do was scroll through my Instagram feed to pass the time. I was doing exactly that when a new notification appeared: re_neurosis is following you. I didn't give it too much thought. Every five seconds some perv tries to get in good with me, so it was habitual of me to blow them over.So, like I said, I didn't put too much thought into it. Time passed, the minutes morphing into hours. Dad was still on his late shift. Mom was nowhere to be seen. Taking a final glance at the driveway through the blinds, I saw no cars. Mom had ordered me not to call or text any friends while she was away. I guess she thought I was going to watch porn or traffick weed the second she stepped out the door. I was desperate for some form of communication, though. So I broke that one rule: