A normal day, waking up, getting up, having breakfast, and heading towards school. The streets are filled with moms and their children going to school. The morning light is just illuminating the paths, and the shops are barely opening. The delivery riders are just arriving on their bicycles. When Emily reaches the subway, something catches her attention: a newspaper at a stand, yellow in color with explicit photos. The headlines in bold read: "Dawn Murder," explicit photos of a naked woman at the edge of a cliff, with multiple injuries, blood spatters, and a slit throat. Her face almost unrecognizable from multiple blows. Intrigued, she decides to buy a copy.
Reading more in-depth, she discovers that the events took place in front of the subway station she always takes. It happened yesterday, and the newspaper's date is this morning. The description of the scene is chilling. The woman had suffered multiple blows to the abdominal cavity, face, and neck. A sharp object had caused wounds from the lower abdomen to the thoracic cavity, with the throat cut being the cause of death. The time of death was between 5 and 6 am, an hour before witnesses saw a hooded man with glasses and a face mask dumping the body. Two hours before she saw the fleeing girl the previous morning. The most disturbing part is that the victim had not been identified, and there was speculation that it could be a settling of scores or a serial killer, given the cruelty of the acts.
The words of the newspaper resonated in her mind as she continued reading. Two similar cases had occurred in previous weeks, and the victims turned out to be prostitutes. She wondered if there was another victim, and despite the woman being almost unrecognizable, she looked at her. The same hair, the same expression. She felt a chill run down her spine.
With the newspaper firmly in her hands, she decided to delve into the unknown territory of personal investigation. Her sharp mind and psychic abilities would be her tools in this search for the truth. The mystery awaited her, and she was ready to unravel the dark secrets hidden between the pages of the crime news and the shadows of the city.
The day passed without major events, and Antonio seemed to have rested in the courtyard, sitting on the grass. However, in the last class, he decided to enter the classroom and float above me, looking at my notes and making me uncomfortable. The final bell rang.
"See you, take care, and enjoy the peaceful days. Don't forget me, because I won't forget you," Antonio replied.
After that, I went straight home to do my homework. I greeted my mother, and we had a meal together. Then, I put on the brain synapse device and gave it a 5-star rating to the provider, without being able to mention that it had been infected with a virus. I used an antivirus and scanned the process heuristically on my computer since I had learned programming at the age of 7 and used forensic programs to scan the processes. Instead of deleting them, I quarantined them for further investigation.
I contacted my friend, an internet streamer and programmer who went by the name BinDev, very talented in his field. So, I asked him to identify the ports and processes that were being attacked to uncover what had happened. I knew it would take some time to get answers about the virus's operation. While waiting, I decided to inquire on Deepweb forums about someone named Troy4nDark, the alleged author of the virus. This information was being discussed on the onion forum metadark, where temporary networks of the hidden virtual universe were shared. I left the address of a temporary email, available for 48 hours.
I received a single response, and the message said: "They have been watching you from the beginning." Attached to the email was a document discussing a mind development team and a video showing a teenager moving a trash container with their mind. This only generated more questions in my mind. Who were behind this virus, and why had they chosen me as their target? The mystery grew deeper as I delved into the search for the truth. I knew I had to stay alert and continue investigating to unravel the enigma that had presented itself in my life.
The rest of the day was routine until I went to sleep, where I ended up dreaming about another girl asking for help. I woke up in the middle of the night with a racing heart, feeling as if I were being struck in the abdomen and stabbed multiple times, a massive incision stretching from the lower abdomen to the chest. Amidst the agony, her throat was slit, and her body abandoned in an empty lot near a road leading out of the city, a desolate and gloomy place. It was just at dawn when the same hooded figure patiently awaited, as if anticipating something. At that moment, the girl's soul seemed to leave her body and run, desperately trying to escape, while the hooded figure relentlessly pursued her. In that moment, an invisible force struck the girl's soul, and the hooded figure bared their arm, making a cut in their skin. The girl's soul was drawn towards the cut, as if being absorbed by a sinister tornado. The horror of the scene was unbearable. The nightmare became increasingly real as terror took hold of me.
I abruptly woke up, my body drenched in sweat. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to have a glass of water, trying to calm my trembling hands. I meditated on what I had experienced in my dream, attempting to process the brutality and terror I had witnessed.
For a long while, the fear of another nightmare taking hold of me prevented me from falling asleep. Every shadow and sound put me on alert, expecting the worst. There was only an hour left until dawn when I finally succumbed to exhaustion and allowed myself to sleep again.
My dreams had shifted from being simple terrifying visions to becoming vivid and deadly nightmares. The line between reality and the dream world grew increasingly blurry, and I didn't know what all these experiences meant. Were they merely products of my wild imagination, or was there some deeper connection between the nightmares and reality?
As I immersed myself in another restless sleep, I was certain that I needed to find answers and uncover the truth behind these dark enigmas. I couldn't allow fear to paralyze me, so I armed myself with courage and determination to face whatever was necessary in order to unravel the mystery looming over me.
Comments (0)
See all