<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fuck,Fuck,Fuck FUCK! Please, If anyone reads this, I live a 209 Olvera Street in Hollywood, California. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">F*ck,F*ck,F*ck F*CK! Please, If anyone reads this, I live a 209 Olvera Street in Hollywood, California. I don’t know what is after me, nor do I know how much time I have. Yesterday, I was searching up some...questionable stuff, and the computer started to lag suddenly. Being a DIY Programmer, I dug through the computer’s history and task manager in search of something, anything that would be lagging the computer, and after that turned up nothing, I rebooted my computer. upon startup, I was greeted with this scrolling green text, seemingly repeating in endless waves. It was soothing and terrifying at the same time. I still remember some of the writing... Part of it looked like this:</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">.. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..- .. ... . . -.-- --- ..-   </span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">After about five to ten minutes of this, the computer booted up normally, but the sight I was shown when it went to my home screen was worse than the symbols. All my work folders had been deleted and replaced with a single file, in the center of my screen reading:</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">... --- ..- .-. -.-. . -.-. --- -.. . ----- .----</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">My background had been changed to that same swirling symbols, in neat rows. No matter where I clicked (besides the icon in the center), It would simply make the classic error sound and display a small message:</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">01001110 01001111</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">I read creepypasta often and this seemed like the perfect setup, so I tried to call my friend over the phone, and when I got static, I panicked, and called as many numbers as I could. I sprang up, knocking my chair over, and Everytime I called, the computer would bing, louder and louder with each failed call, heightening my fear. I work as a member of a very covert club called...nevermind...anyway, I live in a high state of security, and all my doors were heavy bolted and locked. My heart turned to ice the moment I heard those deadbolt locks sliding smoothly into their place, and then the sharp snap of the handles breaking. My heart was a single, cold, continuous beat of terror, and the sweat sliding down my neck would have frozen before it hit the ground it not for the heat in my apartment. I was standing there, when an error message popped onto my screen, this time with the message:</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">3351-1212</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">My brain made the connection before my consciousness did, and was already screaming for me to dial the phone number. My rational side intervened, luckily, and I cemented my position standing by the door. After the blender in the other room started and the oven began firing randomly, I broke and reached for the phone. A cold sense of fatalism had settled over me. I was going to die, I thought. All other noises stopped, as if waiting for my death. The phone ringing was the only thing to be heard.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">Someone picked up</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I...see...you...friend….”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">And the phone went dead.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was so past terror at this point that it didn't even faze me. I sat down numbly at the computer staring into that little camera at the top and mouthed “Why?” Then I took my mouse and clicked on the file. The computer went black, and then a red cursor flashed in the upper left corner of the screen. Then, the computer began writing code, none of which sticks in my brain the way it should. A flash of light disappeared down the cable and into the main electrical system of the house. Shortly after, these words appeared on the screen:</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;white-space:pre-wrap;">PASS IT ON</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"><span style="line-height:1.15;color:rgb(213,212,212);">And then my computer screen started to drip blood out of the exhausts. The deadbolts slid free, and I finally got to let out all my terror. I screamed and ran down the hall like a maniac, which I probably was at that point. Now, It Haunts me. Last night, in my sleep, I dreamt of symbols, repeating,over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov</span></span></p>

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[[Category:Computers and Internet]]
[[Category:Demon/Devil]]
[[Category:Mental Illness]]