Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34085129-20180722201350

On The Walls

I was 16 when my mates told me about the deep web. At the time, I didn't even know what it even meant - like I heard that it was someplace for the massive creeps in the world, but honestly, I wasn't expecting it to be like what they told me. They said - in simplest terms - that it was the place where twisted fucked up shit exists, and I didn't want to say this but I was fascinated by it. Don't get me wrong, I've heard about the red rooms and illegal weapons and hitmen, but the fact that people could stay anonymous there, and you can share all your thoughts without getting judged was ... what I wanted really.

So on that very day, I accessed tor. And from the beginning, they were right - it started with the hidden wiki, and I was immediately startled by all the links that scrolled down and down. My hands were trembling ... from excitement or fear, I didn't even know. I clicked on the first link ... nothing, then the second ... nothing either, then the third ... nothing there. Were my friends joking? because so far I was thinking this whole thing was a joke, not a good one, but I still scrolled down, eager to find something to fill my broken mind with lucid nightmares.

I was about to turn the computer off when I saw that damned website. I wished that I had never seen it, the title read 'scientistsforlife.onion'. Thinking, at first, that it was going to be full of crazy men doing crazy stuff, I immediately clicked on it. Then I saw it. There were 15 files, starting from 001, with gaps eventually ending at 100. It looks promising, it was enough to give me chills, especially from the dried blood in the background of the website. With unexpected interest, I clicked on the first one. It was a room, the walls were white and it looked small enough to be my bedroom. Then, I saw 10 people enter. They looked normal, almost happy about it ... happy about what? Then subtitles came from the bottom. 'We, from scientistsforlife, want to experiment on the idea of patience', seems normal enough? 'these 10 people think that they will be getting £100,000 (I'm British haha) if they stay inside for 10 days', I was intrigued, why were there 100 files? but they answered that question straight after I thought about it, 'what they don't know is that they are never going out, and they will stay there until they die'. Okay... that startled me more than I thought. They are joking, right? I clicked off and went to the second file, it was 24 hours. At least all of them were 24 hours. I was shocked.

I clicked the first ten, and it felt entirely normal. There was nothing going on, just people talking like in a reality TV show, I deflated for quite a while, skipping through most of it. I hesitated at 11, why is there an 11? they should've been out of that place by now, I clicked on it and ... Oh god... you could see the hope in their eyes, of finally getting out of the place, you should see shiny eyes, expectantly looking at the bolted metal door locking them out from society. Didn't they know that it had already passed? Then the loudspeaker came on. 'This is your 6th day". They believed it, well some of them. Three of them rushed to bang on the door but nothing happened. I was looking from the other side, just as shocked as the men and women looking on. The file stopped straight after. I looked for the 11th file, but there wasn't one, only going to file 23. I clicked on and I had to cover my mouth with my hands. They looked like bones, you could see the ribcage of at least half of the people there, but that wasn't the part that caught my attention. It was the blood. Blood on the walls, blood on the floor, blood even on the people. I looked again, there were only 9 people there. When it dawned on me, I could not even breathe, I felt sick. But I wasn't done yet with it. I don't even know why I didn't stop there, even from my dry mouth and shiny eyes.

Then I clicked on 46, it looked even worse. The blood on the yellow walls was dry, below the new crimson blood that painted it like a canvas. There were even fewer people now, only 6 remained there. But they were fighting, fighting for the human meat that laid right in front of them. It was a dismembered torso, blood still flowing as if it only happened hours ago. I wanted to look away but then, one of the men grabbed one of the other people, a 6-year-old called Crystal, from the top of her ankle and slammed her on the walls ... I was sick. She didn't even give any warning and didn't fight. she just did it for his sake, and he did it again, you could hear the crack when Crystal's skull hit the concrete, the walls were dripping in her blood now, he did it again and again, until the girls ankle snapped from the force of the superior man, the girl was still alive and her screaming echoed from across the crimson room. He then grabbed her by the leg and started to do it again. That wasn't what made me vomit, the other 5 people weren't looking in wide eyes and shock, they weren't telling him to stop. They were licking the new blood on the walls from the child, I could not even watch when the vomit came. It was too much for me, even though I should have expected this, expect this in every way I should've known.

The second to last file was 76, I just wanted this to be over, but I don't know why I didn't stop at this point. I clicked on it, and all I heard were the screams, oh god the screams will never escape my troubled mind. They were eating themselves, you could see the teeth marks on them, they were red all over. The men, they even ate the eyes, they could feel the pain, and they weren't bleeding to death. The loudspeakers were screaming too 'today is the 4th day' over and over again, over and over again, not loud enough to hear the ripping of flesh. They were smiling, smiling into the camera, I have never, to this very day, felt so hopeless looking into those black and swirling and hopeless eyes. To call the walls white now would be a joke, since the crimson and maroon blood covered the whole room, and from all the blood there, you could see one word: Bread.

It closed by itself and immediately entered to the next one, it was 100. It was full of bodies when I saw it, the room was full of dried blood. I felt numb on the inside, you could read the word clearly on the wall now. It was silent for the start until it opened. There were 6 people, in lab coats that entered inside. They did not even react, they didn't run out, they didn't even show shock. They dragged the bodies outside, they threw the torso like it was a social experiment to the dogs. They took everything out, it was now just a crimson room. Then one scientist came out, he grabbed the camera on the ceiling and took it out, unbeknownst that it was still running. He walked out and that's when I saw it, all the rooms. There were at least 100, and a half of them were full of blood. He did quite a lot of walking and looking into every room, you could see that it felt like it was on repeat, since everything was the same, those sickos have done it for over 10 years. 