The Dark WebA Story by Josalynn MarieThe dangers of the dark web have been unmasked.During college
final year, a friend of mine (Rakesh) suggested to check out Dark Web, and a
French website where we can earn by betting. I know what you’re thinking, and I
thought that too: A French gambling
website? Sounds trustworthy. However, Rakesh
swore to me that the site was legit and it only used PayPal as the payment
method, so my mind was somewhat put at ease. So on a Sunday, I
was bored and decided to finally give it a shot. I was put off by bad English
used on the welcome page but oh well. Registration was painless and it took
only a few minutes before I was in the roulette lobby. I had around $100 in my
Paypal account which I had earned online, so I bought $100 worth of virtual
chips. The site offered
three rooms where I could play, but they were all full. I kept refreshing the
page but spaces weren’t opening. I was losing patience. I decided I’d refresh
one more time and if it was still full, I’d peace out. Crap, if they don’t want
my money, someone else would gladly take it. I hit the refresh button and
something changed. The whole layout of the page was suddenly completely
different. The original, unappealing brown-ish page was now all black, but more
notably, there was only one link on it. A link to a virtual room named “Erreur.” I found this
really strange. I thought that I might have clicked on one of those annoying
banner adds (that got pass AdBlock somehow) so I clicked the “back” button, but
nothing changed. Whatever man, I already said goodbye to that $100, so let’s
try this crap. I clicked on the lobby and after the page asking me if I was
sure I wanted to enter (which I found strange, almost as if they didn’t want my
money), I got inside the stupid thing finally. I am not sure if
you guys ever played online roulette, but this is how it works (at least the
ones I played in). You are connected through a live webcam to some craphole
casino. You choose your numbers and place your bets and then watch the dealer
spin the wheel in real time and see what you won (or lost most likely). It’s
almost like being there. So the webcam loads and the first thing I notice is
this girl, I swear she couldn’t have been older than 15-16. She was short,
skinny, and blonde. I immediately noticed that she looked tired. They’re
probably overworking her like a mule I thought to myself. It seemed like her
table was on some sort of a platform because I could see the rest of the room
behind her. There were approximately 5 card tables, all full. The place seemed
awfully quiet. Then, my desire to lose money kicked in and I decided to place
my first bet. $5 on odd
numbers. All bets are in! The girl said
quietly as she spun the wheel. Usually, dealers yell out that line as a part of
the show. I guess these guys were all business. 16. Crap. $95 left. I
wrote down the number in my notebook because that was part of my system.
Writing all the numbers down so I can predict the future. Brilliant, right?
(not really) $10 on odd
numbers. All bets are in! The little
butthead ball stopped at 12. God dang it. Oh well, still got $85 left. $20 on odd
numbers. As she spun the
wheel I started noticing something strange in the room. It almost seemed like
nobody… 5. Heck yeah. Won
$40. Up to $125. Maybe this place isn’t so bad. $10 on odd again. Yeah, I know,
my system is strange. All bets are in! she said again.
As the ball was slowing down, I looked more over the background of the room. I
was right a minute ago when I felt something strange. Nobody in the freaking
room was moving. At all. 1. While I was
excited about my account balance going up, I couldn’t help but feel weird about
this situation. I mean, nobody was doing even so much as moving a finger. 5
tables, 6 people plus a dealer at each of them. Even the waitress in the back,
holding a tray with drinks on it. And they all stood and sat still. I tried
rationalizing it by assuming that the website had added a still picture
background behind the dealer for the effect of a real casino, but man, this
place seemed way too realistic to only be a picture. My timer started beeping
and I had to make another bet. $20 on odd. As the girl spun
the thing, I kept studying her background. I became intrigued by the strange
situation that was going on behind her. I mean, there was no way this was a
photoshopped picture. They just weren’t moving. 19. Yes sir, won
another $40. Hey, if I can keep winning, these dudes don’t ever have to move as
far as I’m concerned. $20 on odd. I decided to
start paying attention to the girl a little bit more. What else was there to
do? It’s not like anyone else was moving. As I said, she was young. She seemed
tired and perhaps a little worried. At times, it seemed like she was looking
directly at me, but I was sure I was just imagining things. Won another $40. I won't give you
play by play now, but I placed 4 more bets, winning two of them. I was sitting
at nearly $200 at that point. But then, the curiosity started kicking in. These
stupid people still weren’t moving. And it wasn’t a stupid added photoshopped
image, either. Something wasn’t right. I decided to keep playing just so I can
watch these strange individuals. $40 on odd. I noticed a chat
feature to the left of the webcam feed. I decided to type a quick “Hi" to see if I'd get a response.
As I started typing, a saw a man walk through the room. Told you it wasn't a
picture. He was dressed in a black coat with the collar popped up so I couldn't
make much out of him. He was moving very slowly between the tables. He stopped
by one of them. Then he bent down and started looking at one of the men who sat
there. Like right in front of his face, an inch from it. Just stared at him,
and the seated dude didn't even so much as flinch. Weird crap man. 13. My balance was
now nearly $230 but I didn’t care. I wanted to know what was going on here. I
zoomed in on the man. The webcam feed wasn’t HD so I couldn't make details of
the man's face, but I could tell one thing that disturbed me. The man was all
in black and white. His skin color was visibly different than the still people
around him, I could tell that even though the few pixels French camera offered.
What the heck?, I thought. The timer started beeping again. Screw it, $20 on
odd. I zoomed in
again. The black and white man stood up from staring at the motionless card
player and walked over to the wall of the room. He started licking the freaking
wall, I crap you not. He stood in front of a wall and just started licking it.
His tongue seemed unnaturally long even over the low res camera. Not sure if it
was his colorlessness, but the stupid tongue appeared black. The wall had
bright red wallpaper, which just enhanced this man’s unnatural lack of color.
Just as I was about to let out an audible What in the heck is going on here?,
the dealer girl interrupted me, almost as if she knew that I was about to break
the silent atmosphere of the French casino from the Twilight Zone. Five! She yelled. I got startled a
little and zoomed back out. I won again, but I didn’t care. I was more focused
on a man who appeared to be in black and white and licking a freaking casino wall. Now, take a
second and imagine being in this weird situation. You’re sitting alone in your
dark room, it’s 2am, and you’re casually gambling when you notice that nobody
besides your dealer is moving in the casino. Then, a man who appears to be
colorless starts walking through the place, staring at people and licking
walls. I had to keep
placing bets to stay in the lobby. $100 on odd. The man had
stopped licking the wall and started moving again. He walked over to one of the
dealers at the other table. He placed his arm on the dealer's shoulder. Then I
heard him say something. It sounded like "Say Tua” if that makes any sense. As he said that, the dealer
turned around. That was the first time someone had moved other than my dealer
girl and the colorless person. One! yelled the
girl. I swear it seemed like she knew I wasn't paying attention to her and she
wanted me to. I won again, but at that point, I didn't care. The other dealer
stared at the man with the utter horror on his face. He didn’t say anything,
just stared at him. $200 on odd. The staring
lasted for about 30 seconds. I started typing a message in the chat box to the
right. I wrote, "Hey, what’s
happening over there?” The dealer girl didn’t seem to react when I pressed
“send”. Perhaps the chat option was there just for aesthetics, I don’t
know. Eleven! Somehow, I kept
winning. But money was secondary at that point. I needed to know what was going
on. $200 on Even. The dealer next
to the man started shaking uncontrollably. Then he muttered something like “Non” to the man and collapsed. Like just
fell in front of him. The man didn’t move, just looked down at the motionless
body of the dealer. Nobody else in the room moved, not even my girl. I yelled “What the heck!” at the computer and
that’s when it all changed. Every man and woman in the room turned and looked
at me. I swear to you, every single person looked straight at me. They didn’t
move, just looked towards me. The dealer girl seemed terrified beyond belief.
She quickly pressed a button next to her table. The man without color slowly
turned in my direction. He started walking towards my table. I got the message
in the chat box. Run. I had shivers go
down my spine a few times before, but never like this. I mean, I knew they
couldn’t get to me through the screen, but the overall creepiness of the
situation got the best of me. The man walked up
to the webcam and started staring at me. There was no doubt: he was in black
and white. Now, I don’t know how to rationalize that crap. A glitch? Poor camera?
Video editing? I don't know, but I do know that he was the only one colorless
on the screen. The rest of the people were still looking towards me as well. The man's eyes
were open as wide as humanly possible. He seemed to be studying me. I was
scared man, but I was mesmerized, unable to quit the game. He got closer to the
camera and all I could see now were his eyes, looking into me. Could he see me?
I don't think so. I hope not. But those eyes, man, those eyes. They seemed
cruel and terrifyingly cold. They were also black and white, like the rest of
the man. When he moved back, I nearly fell out of my chair. All the people from
the casino were now standing behind the man. 30+ still people were staring at
me, with their eyes open way too wide. They weren’t moving. I have no idea how
they got there so fast; the man took up the screen for only a few seconds. The only one who
didn’t seem like she belonged there was the dealer girl. She seemed absolutely
petrified. The man turned towards her, then looked back at me. It was almost as
if he noticed that she was out of place in that twilight room. He walked over
and stopped behind her. She was shivering. “O..o…one”
she muttered, obviously terrified by the man behind her. He started putting his
arms around her shoulders. I yelled. I screamed at the screen. “What the heck are you people doing!” I yelled. The man started
smiling. I can’t begin to explain to you how strange and surreal this
experience was. A colorless man was looking at me, smiling, while wrapping his
arm around the girl. She looked at me.
I could tell she knew I was still watching. She seemed at peace. Like she knew
this was it. She finally said,
with little energy in her voice: “Thank… thank you for playing with us today… And don’t
forget your numbers!” As she said that,
the man’s arms went up to her neck with unnatural and inhuman speed. At that
moment, the lobby closed. I was back at the
original, brown roulette page. My account balance was $520. I sat there,
stunned. I was sure I hallucinated, dreamt, something along those lines. This
couldn’t have been real. I mean, come on, man. Colorless dude walking through
the motionless casino, doing weird crap, and finally looking at me through the
camera? Come on. Still, I like to believe that I am a sane person, and I know I
wasn’t imagining. That crap did happen. I went to bed and although I had
troubles forgetting this impossible incident, I fell asleep. When I woke up
yesterday morning, the casino was the first thing on my mind. My initial
thought was to try and get back into that lobby. Heck, that. I
decided that it was some sort of a prank. I went on with my day. But, you know
what, that stupid thing stuck with me the whole time. What the heck was it? I
kept analyzing. I tried talking to Rakesh about it, but he just laughed at me.
I told him the whole story. At the end of me trying to convince him that I
wasn’t lying, I remembered the girl’s last words. “And don’t forget your numbers!” That wasn’t
something dealers say to you at the end of the game. I went back to my notebook
and looked at the numbers I got that night. At least I’ve written down most of
the numbers from the night before. 16 12 5 1 19 5 8 5 12 16 13 5 And the last
three numbers I didn’t write down because I was too focused on the stupid horror
on my screen. I spent a good few hours analyzing, trying to figure out a
pattern. I had no luck. Once again, I decided that someone was just freaking
with me. I let the whole thing go. No, I didn’t. I went back on the website and
withdrew all the money back to my PayPal account, just in case. Then I went on
with my day. By this morning,
I have all but forgotten about the freaky night at the French online casino. I
had two classes today. In the second class, Lecturer was talking about some
game where you must decipher a puzzle. He gave it to the class to solve it.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t do crap. So, finally, he called for someone to come
out in front of the class and demonstrate how they solved it. A guy came out
and started explaining all these principles he used. Again, I wasn't paying
much attention, but one thing he said did catch my ear. He mentioned numbers.
Numbers corresponding to letters. I knew that this
was the solution. I went back home after college and opened my notebook. 16 is P. 12 is L. 5 is E. 1 is A. 19 is S. 5 is E. Please. 8 is H. 5 is E. 12 is L. 16 is P. Help. 13 is M. 5 is E. Me. Please help me.
That young girl, trapped inside the horror casino was begging for help and I
was too stupid to pay attention. Was this a prank? I don’t know. A coincidence?
Hardly. I didn’t know
what to do. I tried logging into the website again, but it was completely
normal. There was no “Hata"
lobby. I was, and still, am, helpless. I spent hours
leading up to me writing this thinking, thinking and overanalyzing what could
have happened. I googled every phrase I could think of but to no luck. And then, just as
I started writing this, I remembered the last 3 numbers. 1, 11, and 1. A, K, and A. The first three
letters of my name. Would’ve probably gotten the other two letters/numbers if
the situation didn’t escalate. I felt sick. My knees suddenly became weak. This wasn’t a
coincidence. What was worse,
they know my name. © 2019 Josalynn MarieAuthor's Note
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Added on April 10, 2019 Last Updated on April 10, 2019 AuthorJosalynn MarieHubert, NCAboutLeader of SHS Photogrpahy Club. Proud Girlfriend. Loyal Big Sister. Honest Best Friend. I write all kinds of poetry, and short stories. :) more..Writing
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