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I Found Out What Happened to My Friend on the Dark Web
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2022-08-03 Disturbing and Terrifying Dark Web Horror Story

I Ordered Contact Lenses From The Dark Web. It Was The Worst Decision I Ever Made
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Long Jaw
by Manw2Faces
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Long Jawby Manw2FacesI was running as fast as I could, but I knew it was gaining on me. I swear it was trying to step in every puddle so I knew it was running faster. I turned my head to where I could see it. Its arms were limp as they swung back and forth in front of its torso, its disjointed jaw bounced up and down, making an uneasy chattering sound, and its plastic-like face was splattered with mud. How could I have ever let this happen?It all started when my dad came home from work an hour late. Being the realist that I was, I figured he stopped for groceries or something. I guess I was half right when he came in carrying a box about a human child’s size.“You mind helping me with this, James?” he asked.As I went to help him carry the box, I got a much closer look at it. It looked like an antique. The box was made of a very smooth decorative wood and the edges of the opening were made of reddish metal. After we placed the box on the coffee table in the living room, I asked Dad, “What’s in the box?”“It’s a surprise for your birthday tomorrow,” he replied.“How much did this cost!?”“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t worry about that.”Expensive. Ever since my mom died, Dad would always buy me far too expensive presents, mostly stuff I don’t need. I really wanted a new mattress for my room. Mine feels like a pile of rocks, and I find it hard to sleep at night because of this. I was still thankful for whatever was in the box, of course, but I have to admit that the thing I was looking forward to most tomorrow was my friends coming over to hang out.That night, when I was lying in bed trying to sleep, I heard a slight tapping coming from somewhere outside of my room. It stopped as quickly as it started, so I overlooked it. I continued lying in bed trying to sleep.Giving up, I turned on my phone to see that I had been trying to sleep for a little over an hour. In about forty-five minutes, it would be my birthday.I began to hear the tapping again. It wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone up, but it was certainly annoying. Unlike the first time I heard it, this time, it didn’t stop, a continuous tap that felt like it was digging into my brain. Eventually, enough was enough, and I crawled out of bed and left my bedroom. I followed the tapping around the house, soon being led to the box sitting on the coffee table in the living room. I sat on the couch and the tapping continued. Not being able to hold back, I began to open the box.I woke up from Dad nudging my head with his foot. I sat up and looked around to see that I had slept on the floor outside the living room. “What are you doing down there?” Dad asked.“I don’t know, I…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as I saw the box laying on the coffee table. That’s when I remembered opening it and seeing two deep brown eyes on a beastly-looking doll that slightly resembled a dog. “What’s in the box?”“That’s why you were sleeping on the floor?” Dad asked me. “Go on and look inside, it's your birthday now.”I stood up and slowly walked toward the box. I opened it to see not a dog, but a ventriloquist dummy, the only resemblance to the doll I had seen last night being eyes. The dummy had bright red lips, cheeks as big as its nose, and dark brown hair made of the same material that the rest of its head was. The bottom jaw was oddly missing from the head, but I did find it under the dummy’s body, which was wearing nothing, with only its bare fabric body. Its plastic head and hands looked like they were held on by tape. The bottom jaw had a big red lip to finish the dummy’s smile and the string that I would pull to open and close its mouth was the same string that held the bottom jaw to the rest of the head. I slipped the string through a hole under the top jaw where I could grab it behind the back of its neck. I tied the string onto the end so the bottom jaw wouldn’t fall off. The way the jaw hung there made it look much longer than it was.“Do you like it?” Dad asked.“Of course,” I replied.“I saw it in a store window on my way home from work yesterday and thought of how you used to love ventriloquism,” Dad said.I did always love ventriloquism. I had a ventriloquist act in my school talent show. While I was a talented ventriloquist, I wasn’t a very good comedian. I didn’t get any laughs. I would have been better off if the audience had booed me off stage.I put on a smile and sat the dummy on my lap. Through the dummy, I said, “Hello James’ dad, I’m Mister Long Jaw. You don’t mind if I stay here a while, do ya?”Dad laughed as he said, “You can stay as long as you like, Mister Long Jaw.”The doorbell rang and I jumped up, putting Mister Long Jaw back in the box as I ran to the front door. When I answered it, hoping to see my friends, I was struck with disappointment as I saw my Uncle Zeke instead. I made sure that disappointment wasn’t visible when he saw me, however.“Hey there birthday boy,” Uncle Zeke said. “How old are you today? I’m gonna need an answer, I really don’t know.”“I’m thirteen,” I said.“What? You’re not that old yet!” Uncle Zeke had bright blond hair and even brighter green eyes. Being my mom’s brother, he was the closest I’ve ever seen of her, genetically speaking.Uncle Zeke went over to the living room as the doorbell rang again. I opened the door to see my two closest friends, Rebecca and Tyler. Rebecca was a kind soul and an absolute freak for the supernatural, and Tyler, while also kind, freaked out with any mention of the supernatural.“Happy thirteenth, dude,” Tyler said. “That makes Rebecca younger than both of us.”Rebecca punched Tyler in the arm. “James is only a week older than me.”I let Tyler and Rebecca in and as we got to the living room, I saw Uncle Zeke holding Mister Long Jaw, jokingly pulling up and down on the string, chattering its teeth. Uncle Zeke noticed me and laid Mister Long Jaw on his lap before saying, “Hey James, would you like to introduce me to Mister Long John?”“Long Jaw,” I corrected. Uncle Zeke picked up Long Jaw and carried it over to me. As soon as I touched it, the bottom jaw fell off and hit his foot. “Dammit!” Uncle Zeke grabbed his foot and threw the dummy into my hands.As I picked up the bottom jaw to put it back on, I realized that the knot I had tied on the string was too thick for it to go through the hole. There was no way it could’ve fallen off. I needed to untie it to put it back on. When I got up, I made Mister Long Jaw say, “Sorry, the sight of James made my jaw drop.”“Wow dude, you’re good at that,” Tyler said.“You should look into being a professional ventriloquist,” Rebecca said.“How do you do that?” Uncle Zeke asked.After a couple of hours of goofing off with everyone, Dad left the room to answer his phone. When he came back, he said, “James, that was the hospital calling; they need me in the ER today. I’m sorry, but I have to go. Keep Uncle Zeke out of the fridge for me.”“Alright Dad, see you tonight,” I responded.“The thing is, you might not - they need me to work late tonight.”“Okay, guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”“Happy birthday, buddy.”After Dad left, we continued to goof off until it got late. After Rebecca and Tyler left, I put on a ventriloquist show for Uncle Zeke. “You amaze me, James,” he said, “I don’t know how you manage to throw your voice like that.”“I don’t either,” I said, “it just kind of came naturally to me.”“Well, I better get going. I’ll be sure to tell your dad you did a good job keeping me out of the fridge.”I went to the bathroom as Uncle Zeke left. When I came back to the living room, Mister Long Jaw was gone. I figured that I had just misplaced it, so I just went to bed. I didn’t stay in bed for long though, as I heard a loud bang coming from the living room. When I went in there to check it out I saw that the box that Long Jaw had come in was on the opposite side of the room. This shocked me; there was no possible way for it to have gotten there. I was too tired to worry, so I picked up the box and locked it in my closet.Once again, I wasn’t quite able to sleep on my current mattress and eventually, I began to hear the tapping. I was expecting it to sound like it was coming from my closet, but I quickly realized that it sounded as though someone was knocking on the front door. I got out of bed and walked over to the front door. The knocking stopped as I got over there. I looked through the peephole, but saw nothing. I turned around to go back to bed when I heard the knocking again.I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife for protection, but just the thought of ever needing to use it made me uneasy. Once again, the knocking stopped as I approached the door. I looked through the peephole and, again, saw nothing. I slowly opened the door to see no one around. I grabbed my house key from right inside the door before closing and locking it as I went outside - I didn’t want anyone getting in while I was out.I started looking around the house when I noticed something in the bushes. It looked like a hand, and it was a hand, Mister Long Jaw’s hand. Somehow, Long Jaw got outside and was thrown into the bushes. I figured this was just a prank that Tyler, Jessica, or Uncle Zeke was playing on me, so I said, “Haha, very funny,” before grabbing Mister Long Jaw and unlocking the door… which wouldn’t open. The top lock was locked as well, but I hadn't locked that one earlier.I gripped the knife tighter as I unlocked the top lock and went inside. If this was a prank, it couldn’t have been any of the earlier suspects, because none of them had keys to the house. That’s when I thought “Dad.” He didn’t need to go to work; it was all a part of his elaborate scheme, a prank beyond all pranks. So I yelled, “Dad, this isn’t funny anymore! Give it up!” No response.I heard my phone ringing, so I put Long Jaw dow

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Story: Anonymous

A note for before reading. My son came home from college so I've moved all of my stuff out of my office and back into my closet. LOL It might have been a good thing. I think the sound is much better.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulA_OS6NgSgDark web romance scammerI can’t believe that I fell for it. I was so gullible! I went to a friend’s house one night and she was bragging about how her online boyfriend and her were getting along so great. I was so jealous. I mean, I was happy for her but I was so lonely. My ex and I divorced years ago and I had major trust issues. I didn’t want to meet anyone especially in person. I figured an online fling might be something that was easier. We’d both be anonymous.One day on Facebook this really good looking guy hit me up. I usually just friend anyone and he was someone that had friended me. We started talking in messenger a lot, like every night. It was like we had time for no one else. He told me how he was going to take me to France and England. One thing led to another and we were showing each other pictures of things no one should ever see. You know, dirty pictures. He had one of the nicest physiques I had ever seen and he was good looking and my age. Plus, he was rich. He had pictures in his Maserati and his big house and all that.I think it was about three months in when he said that his country was having problems on the internet and that I should download this app called TOR. I didn’t know what that was but I knew it was available for my computer so I did. He said the message he was sending was the last one he could ever send me through a normal browser so I should use the link he sent me. I wish I could remember what the link was. It wasn’t a normal link, it had a ton of characters and numbers and I couldn’t get to it through Chrome, I had to use this other browser he was talking about. So I did.Everything started normal. We were chatting and sending pictures to each other from this new website that looked like a social media website but it was on this weird link he sent to me. We still sent pictures back and forth and then he started telling me that he had been found out that he was using the other internet when he wasn’t supposed to and told me that he had to pay them money and that his government had locked all of his banking accounts.I really wanted to believe him. He showed me a link of how to send him some crypto. The crypto app was able to convert my us dollars to the crypto in the amount of $500 USD. We chatted for a few more days and then he said he needed $5000 more because he had to get out of his country and come to the USA. I asked how he was going to get a passport and he sent me a picture of one with his face and info so I believed him. I sent the 5K in crypto. It was about a week before I heard from him again. I was so scared for him. I waited night after night for him to call from the airport. Then I got a call from him supposedly from France. He said he had been in an accident and he was stuck in France. They wouldn’t let him leave unless he paid his hospital bill. He sent a picture of him in the hospital and he was all bandaged up. I was crying, I was so scared for him. So I sent what he requested. I cleared out my savings and sent about $25,000. I know, I was crazy. I didn’t have anything left. I didn’t hear from him for about 3 weeks and I figured I probably got scammed but then, from that site I got another message from his account in all caps:

YOUR BOYFRIEND IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE. WE WILL KILL HIM IF YOU DO NOT SEND $50,000 USD. They sent a picture of him beaten up and tied up in a chair. I didn’t have that much money. I was so scared. I begged and cried, pleading with them not to do this because I didn’t know what to. They said I should take a loan out against my home. So I did. I took out a mortgage of $250K and sent them 50K. They then said there was interest and it wasn’t enough by the time I got the money to them and they needed $50K more. They sent another picture of him even more beaten. I sent them the money. I was so stupid. I should have gone to the FBI. Then, a few days later, I was told to send more. I sent all of it. It was all I had. I sent them the rest of the mortgage money.A few days later the feds came to my door asking what I knew about a specific terrorist organization. They said I was sending money to a group of unfavorables in Nigeria. These weren’t just your normal Nigerian scammers, these were people tied to terrorism. I showed them everything and I wasn’t arrested. Thank God they believed me.A few days later I received postal mail from Florida. It was a bubble envelope. When I opened it, there was an ear inside and a bloody letter telling me I better send the money or it will be my ear next. I have no more money to send. I have already lost my house. I had to sell it to keep up with the mortgage.They sent me a I sent all of that to the police who then gave it to the feds. They monitor my mail, but still cannot tell me who or where the packages are coming from. Every day I get pictures of body parts sent to my email saying it is from my boyfriend and that they are running low on pieces. Sometimes I even get the pieces in the mail.One day the feds came knocking on my door and told me the pictures of my boyfriend were fake and that he was a ring leader of a scam organization that sends money to the terrorist groups. They said the body parts sent to me so far were of different people and none were from my boyfriend. That he was scamming me and other women for money all along. They showed me how to do a reverse image search on google to see if the images were real and how to trace an IP address and email address. They showed me how if these scammers were real such as checking their links on Facebook to see if it had the same name or if their friends list were friends in the same age and demographics group as the person would be in if he was really who he said he was. Honestly, though, I will never have another online boyfriend again.Please, stop falling for these people. They are using my money for bad things I just know it. I don’t know who these body parts belong to, but they’re real.

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You've Been Deceived
by DarkInstinct1
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A dark net horror story release. I needed to get this out. I'll have part 5 of the vampire story tonight after Creature Features :)Sometimes the darknet is deeper than just some programmer or webmaster doing illicit activities on the dark or deep web. Sometimes, it can be darker than human life and involve the paranormal or entities that cannot be denied.
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You've Been Deceived
by DarkInstinct1
Let me start at the beginning, which is where stories should start. I work a normal day job, full time, from 8 to 4:30. I have several breaks within that time span, and a lunch that can be however long I want it to be. My job was fantastic. My boss, a short gruff man who would strike anyone else as strict and ill-tempered, was extremely nice and understanding. Even his background as a soldier in the US army didn’t seem to affect how he treated me. He took me out to lunch the first day I started working here. He came up to my desk and asked me if I wanted lunch, I replied yes and then a couple coworkers, my boss, and I walked to the Chili’s right by my work. It was a great beginning to a great job.
As a programmer, I sit at my computer for hours on end. I had been tasked with fixing a problem that came up in my company. The problem was with this Optical Scanner machine that they used. Apparently the company they bought it from turned down the quality on all the scans. So when my company scanned in the new docs, they came out all jumbled and pretty much ruined the collection. So I was tasked with creating a program that would figure out which documents got messed up, since there was seriously thousands of them, far too many for one person, or a group of people, to go through.
I sat staring at my computer. I was about halfway through the process of completing my code. I was fairly inexperienced with programming, and really had to teach myself how to do it within the first week of beginning my job. Fortunately, as I said before, my boss was understanding and even gave me a webpage that I could go to in order to teach myself how to program, of which I thoroughly used. My desk setup was normal enough, a computer, keyboard, mouse, mouse-pad, and a phone. Now the phone I hardly ever used. Since I’m merely a temp that was brought on for a job during my summer after junior year of high school, I didn’t get much traffic on my phone. I’m surprised anyone else on my floor actually wanted to know me or talk to me, but then again the company is extremely friendly. Anyways, back to the task at hand. I sat there, contemplating my next keystrokes. I faced a roadblock in my code.
Just like when, as a writer, you experience a flow and all the stuff you type out into your book, or short story, or even Creepypasta, and then all of a sudden, like the flicking of a light switch to off, the flow stops and you sit there just dumbstruck of what to type next. That’s what I was experiencing. I had just finished the working version of my code, and after having been told to revamp it, I turned my face back to the screen. That’s when I saw something out of place. Now don’t make fun of me, but I use internet explorer as my main browser. I know it gets a lot of hate for being slow and such, but I’ve never had a problem with it, and frankly installing Firefox, or Google Chrome would take too much time, considering how lazy I am.
Anyways, back to what I saw. I turned my head back to the screen and noticed a new shortcut on my desktop. Now, of course, I hadn’t created that shortcut, it merely appeared. The name of the shortcut was also intriguing. It merely stated “Call Forward.” I should have known not to click on it, and just delete it. After all the Creepypasta’s I’ve read, well actually listened to, Mr. Creepy Pasta helps alleviate my boredom at work; I should have known to not follow the link. Maybe if I hadn’t clicked on it, all of this wouldn’t have happened…
So I followed the link. It brought up a webpage, which was also intriguing. The icon for the shortcut pictured a command prompt, instead of a link for a webpage. The page was completely black. The only noticeable feature on the webpage was the small white text located in the middle of the screen. But even this white text was out of place. It had a strange, blood like, red tint to it and it hurt the eyes to look upon it. The text read “Pick up the phone.” Right then, as soon as I finished reading the eerie message, my phone, that never rings, rang. Loudly, not like the normal ringing that I hear from the phones that always go off around me. This ringing was a hard ringing, like a classic phone from the early 1900’s. It was a loud, clank sound and deafened my ears. I looked to see the caller ID, and it read IT. IT is the part of the company that you call if you have any trouble with your technology, except they don’t call you…
I answered the phone, thinking that it was the IT department.
“This is Ross Martin.” I spoke into the phone. I noticed a strange static sound that played into my ear the moment I picked up the phone. Which I found odd, because shouldn’t the connection be good? Since the IT department is in the same area as my building that I worked in, and they called me on a landline? My thoughts were interrupted by a robotic voice that spoke.
“Deceptus es. Respice pro veritate.” The voice spoke, and then hung up. I couldn’t understand what it said at first. But I recognized the language. I had worked with Latin before, and even though it’s a dead language, I was able to recognize it when spoken. It has a certain flow and elegance to it, even more so than French or Spanish or Italian. Fortunately, thanks to my memory, I was able to remember what it had said to me, and quickly wrote it down. Thank God for Google translate and its ability to decipher Latin. I plugged what it said to me into the translator and then pressed go. My heart pounded in my chest. It read “You have been deceived. Look for the truth.”
I stared at the screen for a while. The message seemed to drive into my soul. I started to piece together the events of that day. I realized that the shortcut to the webpage, the mysterious phone call, and message were all linked together; Yes, I hadn’t made that connection at first. It all seemed weird to me at first, and then I just shrugged it off. I got back to work, but I was still faced with my “code block.”
I ended up not finishing my project that day and went back home. When I got home, I stripped down to my underpants and flopped into bed. Even though I enjoy my job, it’s still tiring and makes me sleepy. I slowly started to close my eyes when my head hit the pillow. Then it hit me again, what the voice said on the phone, the message that it left for me.
“I’ve been deceived?” I said to myself out loud. What could that possibly mean? I sat up in my bed and stared at the wall for a bit. I contemplated what it meant, what my next actions were. I decided to head to the internet and try to Google search anything that was similar to what I experienced. I Google’d the shortcut “Call Forward.” It came up empty handed. I google’d the characteristics of the website the shortcut took me to, in order to see if any comment strain or forum had found the same website as myself. After scanning the 35th or 36th or 37th Google page I found something interesting.
I clicked on the link and it brought me to a forum. The forum’s topic is what cued me in. The title of the forum was “Pick up the phone.” It brought me a page that reminded me of the “Call Forward” webpage. It was all black, and there were several messages in it. The first one was a question. It read “Has anyone else found a strange shortcut on their desktop called “Call Forward”?” The date the question was asked was even stranger. It was today. And the response to it occurred exactly one second after the original question was asked. The response to the question was “You have been deceived. Look for the truth.” And the response after that, which also occurred one second after, was “You have been deceived. Look for the truth.” Someone else had the same issue as me, at the same time. Hope filled me, but with it came dread. If someone else was in the same situation as I was in, and the responses were the same…
What would happen to me if I told others about it? I had to figure out who posted the question. Their username was easy enough and I used an IP tracker tool to figure it out. The forums security details weren’t very thorough so I found out the IP address of the man who posted it. His name was Paul Fresco. I tracked him down, yes, I know that’s stalker-ish but I needed to meet the man who had the same experience as me. He didn’t live too far away from me, so I was able to drive to his place.
As soon as I got to his house, the dark sense of dread came over me. His house looked abandoned. The drapes on the windows, I could clearly see were falling off on the inside. The roof was splintered, and parts of it were coming off. It seemed as if the whole house was decaying, and that no one had lived in it for 50 years. I walked up to the front door. The concrete leading to the doorway was cracked, and weeds were growing through the cracks. I stepped carefully, and made my way to the front door.
The paint on the door was practically nonexistent, except around the doorknob and a few spots near the top and the bottom. The wood was splintered, cracking, and there was a clear, large, hole in the door, opposite the doorknob. As if there were two doorknobs on the door at one point. I decided to take a peek through the hole on the other side of the door. As I lowered my eye to meet the hole in the door, cold wind licked the back of my neck. Shivers ran down my spine and I swallowed hard. I peeked in and stared into the empty hall

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I awoke to the darkness around me. For a moment, I forgot that I was in the coffin. I punched and kicked at the lid to no avail. I felt trapped and going insane because of it. Cristian warned me what to expect. The cramping of my stomach reminded me of how much I needed blood. My stomach screamed in pain; feeling the animal need ripple through my body.“Let me out!” I screamed. I knew I was in a coffin because of the velvet lining, but where?  I thought I could open the coffin by pounding the lid with my hands and fists, but I was too weak. I studied the lid and noticed the nails that welded the lid securely to the case.When I hit the lid, the bolts moved outward a little more each time. I pounded and pounded until the lid popped off with a large crash to the floor. Regaining a little bit of my strength, I pulled myself out of the coffin and slithered onto the floor. The walls of the room were bare, clear of pictures and paint. I rubbed my hand across the cold wall, feeling for any sign of life on the other side. It was concrete–dull, gray concrete. What was this place of pain?My stomach knotted inside from either the hunger or the change. I doubled over to help alleviate the pain, but it only grew as I sobbed. “Please, let me out, or kill me now.”“You know I can’t do that, love,” Cristian sighed.“No! You can’t keep me here.” I pounded more and slid to the ground. My fingers found the crack underneath the door. I grabbed the bottom of the door with my hands and shook as hard as I could. The door rattled but didn't budge. My inhuman strength was gone.“Please!”I waited for his response and leaned against the door while he ignored me. In a deep sultry growl, I begged him to let me go. “Cristian, I will do anything you ask. Please help me.” I pressed my body against the door hoping that he could sense the need.“Anything,” I growled in a deep voice I had never heard from myself.“No.” He was firm.“I need you, love.” I mimicked his voice which now irritated me to no end.“No.”I bit into my own wrist hoping for at least even the tiniest bit of blood. All it offered was one tiny drop, enticing my hunger even more. My skin felt as dry as paper. I couldn't even feel my own heartbeat, but his was loud to my ears.“Come in here and love me,” I purred. Signals from my body invaded his mind. I felt his resistance through the door.  “I can feel you, Cristian. You need me.”“No.”“You, bastard! I hate you!” I fell to my knees and sobbed dry tears for what seemed hours. I cried until I fell asleep.
*****
I am not sure how long I slept, but I awoke in a fetal position. My eyes would not open, but I was able to see through my eyelids. It was horrible. The hunger was no longer in my belly, but it ached in my muscles and in my veins. My heart dry heaved every pulse until it couldn't pump any longer. I was dying, or at least I thought so. I felt drugged as if my senses and limbs were numb, but I was still coherent enough to hear the world around me.The door finally opened. Cristian peeked in and stared at me on the floor. I felt the streaks of hot tears on my face. His forehead furrowed and his frown was the saddest I have ever seen. He was crying for my pain.Rage poured out of my empty veins. I felt that he fed recently and it angered me! I smelt the blood on his breath. I felt his pulse thudding against my skin as he picked me up. I sensed the very essence of fresh blood invading his corridors.Drink me! It called to me, beckoning to me. Take me!“Fuck you!” I screamed at him.I wanted to lash out and hit him. I wanted to scratch out his eyes and drink from the sockets. For a moment, I hated him. My head screamed and I was going insane. I knew he felt my need, my hate, and my anger. I could feel the pain I caused him, and deep inside, I regretted it.He carefully picked up my wilted body from the floor. With my head on his chest, his heartbeat pounded on my temples. Help me! My mind cried in pain.Soon love. He spoke to me in my head. He couldn't hide his emotions. His head and heart hurt from the anger I felt, but he knew it would be over soon, and this seemed to please him.Cristian carried me to his car and then placed me in the back seat over a heap of pillows. He then covered me with a satin sheet. Air didn't seem to matter to me much anymore, so he didn't care. He seemed more concerned about having a dead person in his car.We drove for what seemed like an hour. It was comfortable in the back of the car, lying there, feeling the rear bounce to the rhythm of the road. I remembered lying down in the back seat of the car on long trips across the country. The soft bumps and the rocking of the car put me fast asleep. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew, I bounced off the back of Cristian's seat when he slammed on the brakes. I heard the door open. The air circled my body as he lifted the sheets. I couldn't feel if it was warm or cold air. It must have been cold because it was dark outside.I felt the warm pulse of the veins in his arms beat against my skin as he lifted me from the car and held me against his chest. With my ear at his chest, I could hear the soft thud of his heartbeat beckoning to me. His hands caressed my body with light strokes. The anger still burned inside my empty stomach, but I didn't have enough energy to focus on my thoughts. Confusion and sadness invaded my mind. The whole time he continued to tell me “soon” but I ignored him. I knew it was pointless anyway as I couldn't speak. The look on his face told me he understood. Soon.“Love, I am so sorry. In three days we will be together.” His lips graced acr cheek and then placed me on some soft, green grass.
Chapter 4
I heard voices all around me. I couldn’t quite figure out what they were saying, but I knew they were talking about me. I could hear a couple of different men and a woman. I knew that someone was taking pictures with a camera.“She’s dead,” One of the men rambled, as he felt my pulse with his fingers.My hunger set in again as his fingertips throbbed against my skin. I felt the need for blood creep into my veins like an undeniable thirst. Oh God, it hurt. One of the men wearing plastic gloves moved my arm. I felt his warm skin through the thin material covering his hands. The pulse in his wrist thumped against my skin like ocean waves pounding on the rocks along the shore. The sound echoed in my ears.I could see everything through my closed eyelids. The faces of the two men haunted me as they slid me onto a stretcher and moved me inside a van. Then the darkness of a body bag zipped over my head. God, I really was dead! They believed I was dead! The van bounced around on the road for what seemed like a few miles until I felt it roll to a stop. They strapped my body on to a stretcher like a piece of meat going to a butcher shop.They carried me out of the van and into a new room. It must have been at the mortuary, because they stripped me of all my clothes, and then pushed me into a cold, dark hole. I hated dark and confined spaces. Cristian! Please!It seemed like hours passed until the door opened. Light flooded the space. I could feel my body rolling forward, feet first. It was an odd feeling as if I were floating while lying down. I heard a man crying, his voice was so sad and so familiar. Pain invaded my mind as I realized the man was my father! The poor soul–he had lost his wife, and now his only child. I could actually feel the pain in his cries.“My sweet, Teresa. My dear, sweet, Teresa,” He stammered. “What will I do without you? How will I live for tomorrow?”"You will father!" My mind screamed. I wanted to reach out to him. I wanted to take him in my arms and let him know I was still alive, and that I would never die, but I couldn't. I knew I never could. The pain of loneliness entered my soul.He stroked my hair as he whispered my name.The footsteps of another man entered the room. “Is this your daughter?”“Yes.” My father was still crying. “What happened to her?” He managed the words through the stream of tears rolling down his cheeks.“We found her in the grass near the park. There was no blood at all in her system.”“She sent me a will a few days ago. She said she didn’t want her body cut up.”“Are you religious?” The man sounded a little irritated.“No. Well, I am not. She said she was Muslim. It’s not required by law?”“No requirement in this state. I’m sure the police would want to conduct an investigation.”It felt as though my heart was beating in my chest once again. I felt like I was sweating. What if they did cut into me? What if?“I would like to respect her wishes," my father stated without emotion.This surprised me. My father hated religion. I wasn't Muslim, but had to be this one time, for the sake of my own life.“We’ll call you in the morning, sir. I’m sorry for your loss.”I could actually feel my father’s feelings in my head. His sorrow consumed my senses. I thought about the times we rode horses together, about the picnics and the car rides. I thought about the movies we watched together. After Mom died, we grew closer. Sure, I was still angry with him for hating Cristian, but I have always loved him. I began to see what he was thinking. It was the same thing I was! Our minds visualized our time together in harmony. For a moment, he wondered if I was with Mom, and then he wondered why I abandoned my Catholic faith. I tried to tell him I was okay, but he couldn't hear my mind like Cristian could.His lips were warm when he kissed my cheek. As he left the room, his footsteps echoed in my head. I could see him standing at the window; watching the man pushing me back into the dark hole. I felt him say goodbye to me. It was terrible. I vowed never to live that moment again.Goodbye, Father.
*****I must have slept for quite some time, for when I awoke, I was back in a coffin. It wasn't a comfortable coffin with satin lining and satin sheets like the one Cristian had for me. The coarse cheap velvet of my new coffin s

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