Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-38492903-20190522125748

I’ll be honest right now; i have no idea what to say about this. This has been on my chest for a long time and i need to get it off. I already had tons of therapy already, but i never told anyone about this, so, well, here goes.

This started back a couple of months ago. I used to run a youtube series on my channel which consisted of me, a black teen, pranking other people on this site called Chatroulette, a website similar to omegle in which you talked with strangers online through webcams. The pranks that i did were similar to that of makemebad35’s videos, in which i pretended i had my throat slit, laid there, and then jumped, startling the poor soul i pranked.

My series only got like 100 views per video, so my series was low in quality. Plus, the “slit throat” i had for my pranks was just a single line of wet, red paint so people knew i was faking it all along. It was pretty hard, just so you know.

I still tried my luck with these videos, and kept pumping out videos weekly. Then, this shit happened.

It was a sunny day when i was recording an episode of my series (i used bandicam). Like i said, it was rather hard to find a good scare because i was too broke to afford convincing blood, so they just faked being scared, and it would become a wholesome conversation about what i’m doing and such.

Then, i got to the fifth person, got in my “laying dead” position, but then jumped and pissed myself when i heard screaming from my computer.

I wiped the red paint off my neck, looked into the partner’s camera.

What i saw was some caucasian guy, with a red t-shirt and glasses. He was screaming and crying into the microphone, in what i presume fear. Literally two seconds after i was staring in this guy’s eyes, i heard him scream this through his stuttered speech and sobs:

“DON’T FUCKING LEAVE, PLEASE DON’T FUCKING LEAVE!”

Weirded out, i asked him calmly what the fuck was going on back there. He quickly responded:

“TH-THERE’S SOMETHING IN THE FUCKING SKY AND IT’S S-SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF ME!”

After he said that, he looked back in a window in the backround of his camera, and shouted “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!”. I snooped through the camera to see what he was looking at through his window, and i nearly shat myself again.

Through his window, there was what appeared to be this gargantuan shape in the sky. It honestly resembled those alien ships from Arrival, but it looked like it was made from black smoke. There were also these octopus-like tendrils emerging from the central mass.

At this point, the partner’s camera was starting to glitch, and i asked, with my heart pounding out of it’s fucking chest:

“What the fuck is that? Why aren’t you calling the cops?”

The guy looked back to his camera, looking more frightened than before, with tears rolling down his eyes, and said:

“I TRIED FUCKING CALLING THE COPS BUT THEY WON’T FUCKING STOP PLEASE HE-“

That was when i heard it through my speakers.

It sounded like a deformed whale’s call, in a really deep tone. As i heard it, i felt a deep primal fear within me. Hearing it in my mind right now just makes me fucking shudder.

Then, i saw the guy look back to his window and then, he let out the most petrifying scream that i ever heard. That scream will forever be burned in my mind.

Then, i heard the glass break as through the camera, i saw the poor guy being flung at mach speed towards his computer, blocking the camera’s view and destroying it.

That was when the camera cut off. The chat was over.

I was scared shitless of what i just saw. I sheepishly got off Chatroulette, saved the footage i just captured with Bandicam, and ran the fuck out of my room. I ran downstairs, which my good friend was staying at for a bit, watching the TV.

He saw me and asked me what was up. We sat on the couch, turned off the TV, and i explained what i just saw. When i finished, he said that what i just described sounded fucking terrifying and that i should get off Chatroulette for the day.

I closed all the blinds in my house, jumped in bed and tried to calm myself down as my friend downstairs called the police. After that, i never went on that fucking website ever again.

Honestly, there isn’t much of a climactic ending. Like i said, my friend contacted the police about this and he said they are looking into the man’s identity. I don’t know what happened after that, but i guess it became a cold-case. I also got a fear of the sky, and it took a fuck-ton of therapy for me to get better. I uploaded a video on my youtube channel explaining that i cancelled my Chatroulette prank series and made up a bullshit excuse about it that college was stressing me out, but when in reality, i was still in high-school. My friend thinks it was just some guy pranking the shit out of me with CG effects, but i don’t believe it. The way that guy screamed and cried, it just seemed too real.

I also made up some theories of my own, but they all sound kooky as fuck. Right now, the only logical explanation that i have was that the guy was abducted by some kind of alien or god-knows-what else.

I’m thinking of revisiting Chatroulette in the future, though. 