You believed in that.
People always see the deep web as a place of horror. Everything illegal, unethical, and grotesque can be found there.
Some people did not go on the deep web for firearms and drugs, instead they wanted to satisfy their curiosity in how dark can human nature be.
--For example, you.
In order to surf the deep web, one must hide their identity as much as possible, and use a browser that leaves no traceable information: this is common sense. Only dummies expose their IP address and… hmm, deep web stories always end that way.
Step back and say it would be troublesome to get into illegal things.
As anyone surfing the deep web for the first time, you started the treasure hunt of ‘interesting’ websites in a list you found online, only accessible through tor browser.
This browser is slow-- the price of staying anonymous-- the most frustrating thing is, 90% of the websites did not even work. What a waste of time.
After exploring each and every category, you have decided to open every website that looked like a forum. These web pages where people hold discussions were way more interesting than those 90s HTML style websites. Moreover, some comments will link you to new websites.
You eventually settle down on a large, active forum. Just like 2chan, 4chan, it had various boards and plenty of threads.
The world is as large as you think it should be. From conspiracy theories to criminal confessions, there was more than what you can imagine.
“What is your secret?”, “What is in your fridge?”... even for threads with such a normal title, the comments make you think…
You were struck by awe in this newly discovered land. Time flies by when you were in front of the computer, scrolling through threads. You eventually decide to stay on the supernatural board.
“I’m a psychic, AMA”, “I have dreams about how I died last live, every day”, “I want to summon Lucifer, what do I have to pay attention to?”, “The president of the states and area 51”.
People were curious about things pretty much the same to what they are on the surface web. I scrolled down with a grin, until the next title caught your attention. It was unlike the others.
Black Shop? I.C. Yadic 3 months ago
I know this sounds crazy but I think I made a deal with the devil.
I am holding the manuscript of Marquis de Sade, OMG
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DixieNormoussss 3 months ago
I think OP got scammed.
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GarlicKnight 3 months ago
I think OP got scammed +1
How much did you spend?
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I.C. Yadic 3 months ago
I was too excited to tell. Wait until I have time to spare.
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YorickRoach 3 months ago
Am I the only one who thought it could be real?
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BethBloodbath 3 months ago
Someone give a translation
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YorickRoach 3 months ago
>>BethBloodbath
I can’t find it online, wait for more pics from OP
The linguistic style was 100% de Sade, if it was fake it was a good one.
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MacnCheesy 3 months ago
Say it bitch. Just some dirty parchment?
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I.C. Yadic 3 months ago
So it started like this. I was almost on the trading board every day.
Despite having a lot of useless posts, some newly registered users do put up strange things, like homemade grenades, shit from their grandpa’s farm and things like that.
There was this ID, Faustus1205, who posts every week or two, with hilarious content. But the trading board refreshes fast and it just disappears.
I can’t find the post at that time, it was saying it is the birthday of Marquis de Sade so they were selling things from the bottom of their warehouse or something.
Hey, I loved these things.
BTW, recommend some girls who did those plays!!! Especially the mature kind!
The post said to post a picture of yourself fucking a ewe on the wall to the west, and I did. (for the LOLs)
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It was like a dream, on drugs.
A door appeared under the picture. A DOOR?!!!!!!
For REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Behind the door was a place like a library or a cellar, there was one staff member, who charged me 100 euro for entrance, of which I refused to pay of course, and he stole my rifle.
What was even more weird is that the door disappeared into thin air after I got out.
I feel like I was scammed, and was quite mad, so I found some folks to look at it. I will not post identification documents because I will put it up for auction.
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GarlicKnight 3 months ago
LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. Stick figures, what low standards.
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DixieNormoussss 3 months ago
It was definitely colluded, dumbass
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GarlicKnight 3 months ago
LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. Stick figures, what low standards.
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DixieNormoussss 3 months ago
It was definitely colluded, dumbass
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YorickRoach 3 months ago
OP, where’s the auction?
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Dedlock330 3 months ago
It was funny, and the ID does seemed familiar.
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pinchchester 3 months ago
>>Dedlock330
I have seen it too, but I can’t find it in search
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Cutieorc8 3 months ago
OP was lucky, it is like an urban legend.
I remember someone getting a mermaid specimen from there, and cutting it open in autopsy.
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Lifelessforlife 3 months ago
This ID was discussed long ago, I thought it was a joke.
...
The discussion under this thread was heated, someone even dug out the mermaid thread.
That thread caused a sensation back in the day. Despite the specimen being like a pickle in that formalin, it was able to see the perfection in the attachment between human and fish, as if it was born this way. The torso resembled that of a great white, and the thickset lower half was with reproductive organs, just like that of a human...
Not to speak of the more than unsightly comments under the discussion.
What a wild ride, you thought to yourself. The pictures itself was worth all the effort.
You spend few more days enjoying the supernatural board; part of it was to see how imaginative these people get and half of it was laughing at how people actually believed that.
Some days later, you have almost completely forgotten this peculiar event.
You get on with your life, but not without a few more bookmarks on your tor browser.
One day, it came to you to revisit the bookmarks you collected over browsing the deep web, and so you clicked into them one by one.
As expected, the majority of the links were dead. After dipping your toes into building .tor websites, no wonder.
What was not expected, however, was under a thread build long time ago, the "mermaid" thread. A blooming of recent replies.
How recent? The newest was an hour ago.
You skimmed backwards from a sea of "who's going?", "you're a dumbass if you believe in this shit" replies, you found (finally) the reason this thread is active again: a screenshot.
Faustus1205 1 hour ago
→Valentine's day limited items hot on sale→
Spotlight: love potions (or poison), pineapple juice, flashlight, classic movies
The once per year grand événement ! Wizard transfert and Inquisitio Haereticae Pravitatis applications available!
>>Face the west while holding a rose, and say: "Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter", the the door will appear in front of you!>>
*Entrance fee ≥ £100
**No guarantee of timeliness
***I love me too
It's hard to say. You looked at the bottom of t he screen: just past midnight. It was Valentine's day.
You remember having a bookmark made with a dried flower, a red rose.
You found it in between pages, and stare into it blankly.
Coincidence? Probably not. There was always a relation to Valentine's day and this kind of flower, and you have merely a bookmark.
Ridiculous seemed to be the right word.
You looked back into your computer screen, and a peculiar familiarity arise.
"Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter." You muttered, trying to ring a bell for this line.
"Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter." You muttered, trying to ring a bell for this line.
You must have read of heard of it. It was like a song you can only recall of the melody, and you thought of a thick English accent...
Well, whatever. It was unimportant. You get up for a drink of water, and to clear up your troubled mind.
...Wait.
The room was still your room, but...
A door.
That door.
Two thoughts appeared in your head at the same time: What is this practical joke? And can I show people my browsing history?
Weird, you thought. You searched closely from the edge of the black wooden door, and sign of being replaced or in disguise of the original door. However, the door seemed to be have been there from the beginning, attached seamlessly to the wall.
A real, gothic door.
You put your hand on the silver handle, and opened the door.
Behind it was a strange scene. Surprise, fear and all shapeless thoughts filled your mind, yet it was too late.
It swung open uncontrollabily.
The smell of ashes was in your face. It was a unseen picture under dim light.
You saw rows of bookshelves. Old, wooden bookshelves, lined just like a library.
Then, you saw the desk in front of the bookshelves. There is a head on it, with a blue ponytail.
You have decided to first figure out what is happening.
"Um... hello?" You called to the person behind the desk.
No response.
You stepped closer, raising your voice: "good... EVENING!" Caught off guard by the sound of the door closing made your sound crack.
You turned around and tried to open the door. Despite all the effort, the door remain closed.
The figure behind the desk gets up and scratched, you don't know if it was good or bad luck.
"Hey." He said, "don't break my door." You can hear the impatient in his voice.
You looked back, a man dressed in extreme grandiose approached while yawning.
"Hey." He said, "don't break my door." You can hear the impatient in his voice.
You looked back, a man dressed in extreme grandiose approached while yawning.
Looks like those aristocrat from Europe... or rather the vampires in movies?
"What is happening?" You asked.
"Well I was to ask YOU what are you doing here."
"If this is some practical joke show, it was quite something." You glanced at the bookshelves at the back. This place seemed endless, must be some sort of visual effect, you thought to yourself.
The man looks at you, puzzled.
"What?"
"You opened the door and now you are asking me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Tell me you didn't visit a forum or read Shakesphere?"
"Oh..." you remembered. You did visited a forum, and read the line from a screenshot.
"Now pay your entrance fee. Put your cash in here when I was away." He patted a skull on the desk, opening its forehead.
"You may borrow any book you like after paying." He pointed at the bookshelves, "I can proudly say, these were completely genuine books. As much as how many rubbish is in there. But that doesn't put the blame on me, it's on the author."
"I am Monsieur Réglisse. Speak to me when you want to look for anything."
"Oh..." you were speechless.
"The Valentine's stuff were right there, suit yourself" He gestured adjacent to you. The door was replaced by some sort of tea set cabinet unnoticed, and the things in there was a mess to say the least.
The peculiar man, Réglisse, went back to his stuff on his desk.
You looked around and the door did disappeared. However, you do not feel the need of giving a ridiculous amount of cash. Who carries around a wallet in their home anyway?
"There is no cash on me regrettably. Please let me go." You spoke politely.
"No."
"See, I have just came in, and haven't touched anything" You tried to reason.
"This door," he spoke, "is enchanted. You cannot go out without paying your entrance fee."
As he spoke, you caught a glimpse of the familiar, black door.
"But I don't have money."
"No big deal. You know how much organs are worth?" He smiled, giving you a chill down your spine "Let's see how healthy are you."
You put you hand on the door's handle again, but it was helpless. It did not move.
"You've got to be kidding, just this time. Okay? I did not mean to."
"I am not joking, this spell was a gift and even I could not override it. If I want to kick you out, I have to have your kidney or something."
You feel your blood, freezing. If the door didn't open...
"Sit, and think of which organ to forego." He signals you to sit down by his desk, and casually flipped through the pages of a book in his hands.
Evil. This is true Evil.
Excluding the possibility of a practical joke, your first thought was that this is a dream.
You sat down, and thought of ways to wake yourself up, mindlessly holding your bookmark.
You pinched yourself hard. Ouch. It was not a dream.
What if the way to wake up is to die in your dream? ...No, that was not any better than having a kidney gauged out.
Your mind wandered. Meanwhile, the guy from behind the desk puts down his book, and searched for something on the desk.
"...Where did you get your bookmark?" He stopped, curiously staring at it.
"I got it from an antique bookstore." You answered honestly.
"Well then, you can use it as your entrance fee."
"Really?" That was unexpected.
"I don't oppose a trade. It was a decent bookmark, I like it."
"I guess... take it." One bookmark was not much to loose.
"Just think of the door the next time you want to visit. Au revoir." He takes the bookmark, satisfied.
You watched as the black door opens on itself. You was suspicious of it, and did not move.
"Do you really don't want anything more?" He asked.
"...no, no thanks." You realized and rushed out.
Stepping into your room again seemed to be forever. You looked behind you, and there was no black door.
As if nothing ever happened.
...despite the smell of ashes.