Hey there, it’s Spooky Boo coming to you from the KSND radio station from my sound studio in the light house in Sandcastle, California. You know, Sandcastle isn’t the only place where the creepy deep web stories take place. These two stories from anonymous people came from anywhere in the states. What it boils down to is that you never trust anyone near your cell phone or on the deep web and never trust an ex.
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Story Number One
I Sold My Old Boyfriend on the Deep Web and Now He’s Missing
I don’t know what to do. I’m in shambles. Look, I’m a married woman with 2 kids. My husband is a mooch who sits around on his ass all day watching sports and smoking while I go out and work. He pretends to watch the kids but I know he isn’t just because of the messes they make while I’m gone. we haven’t done anything in years since our daughter was born. When I mean anything I don’t just mean trips or going out because of the time constraints, I mean getting intimate. We don’t even kiss or hold hands any longer and I miss it. I miss it a lot.
I’m rambling on here, I know. I’ll get to what happened but first, you have to know why. I was so lonely. Work sent me on a trip to my hometown and I went thinking I’d see all of these people that I went to school with but everyone had moved. The only person left was my old boyfriend. We still got a long as friends, I guess. He’s married and always wants to talk dirty online but I tell him no. Just no. I wouldn’t ask him to treat my horrible husband that way so why should I treat his wife that way, you know what I mean?
But it was different when we saw each other in person. It was like that spark happened again and we fell into each other’s arms. I tried to ignore the feeling all night. We went to dinner first then bar hopping for a little bit. We were both pretty wasted and acting stupid. He started to talk about what a bitch his wife was and how he was going to leave her. He told me how condescending she was to him and how she called him names. He even said that she said he wasn’t all that well endowed. That part might be true. I don’t know, it’s been a long time. Still, he started to sound angry at her about how much money she made and how much control she had over him and his finances and even threatened to sue her for alimony. Gross! He made her sound to be incredibly rude. When he finally stopped bitching about her we had gone through a bottle of rum. Both of us were just sloshed.
We started kissing outside of the bar and one thing led to another and ended up in a really shady hotel room about 3 blocks from the place. . His hands were all over me and removed my clothes piece by piece but then my drunk mind started to wander. I…I really didn’t want to. I was married with kids. He was married. His wife might have been a bitch, but she didn’t deserve this and neither did my family. I told him to stop but he didn’t listen until he realized that I meant business and then he pulled away. My clothes were in a pile on the floor. I just stared at them in disbelief and anger.
He looked at me and scowled, “What happened to you, Marla? You used to be so hot and successful and now you’re just barely making it.”
“What? How dare you? I have my problems. You do, too.”
“Not really. You used to be something. You had it all and you wasted it for your family and went downhill from there. It seems everyone I know has their problems these days. I’m glad I’m above all of that. I have my nice home, my big screen TV and living my dream.”
“Oh, yeah, a TV. Big dream there. And a wife with her family that you hate? Please. You’re no better than anyone else. You gave up on your dreams for the all mighty dollar except you’re just using her to get even more money. It’s disgusting.” I started picking up the pieces of my clothes and tossed them on the bed. “Get out.”
He picked up his shoes and wallet then left. I was still drunk and angry and had enough of all of the BS I put up with dealing with men. He had to pay. He hadn’t stopped soon enough and I was angry about it. So I grabbed my bag and pulled out my cell phone. I don’t know what I was thinking, I just wanted to surf and talk about him to everyone and tell them what a creep he had become but I couldn’t get a signal. The only thing available was a wifi with the SSID of PLAYME. I figured it came with the hotel so I joined the network.
None of my regular websites were working. I couldn’t find any social media sites using my apps and my browser was only picking up these websites without any names. It was all pretty weird and basic. Just plain text pages with links I didn’t recognize. It was weird and creepy so I logged off. Since I was paying for the room any way I might as well stay and go to sleep.
As I dozed off I heard my phone beep. I thought it might be one of my kids saying goodnight but it wasn’t. It was some number I wasn’t familiar with.
I think you have the wrong number. I texted.
I saw everything, Marla. How disappointing. I was hoping to have some fun alone in my room tonight but you stopped him.
I was dumbfounded. Before answering I looked around the room for any kind of camera or device that might have been recording. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary so I started searching inside the vents and under the tables.
The phone pinged me again. Reluctantly I picked it up and read the next message. You won’t find it, Marla. I’ve hidden it well.
What do you want? I texted back, ignoring this attempt at spooking me.
I want money, Marla. Enough to make up for the time you took from me from stopping your lover.
He’s not my lover. Get it? I stopped him.
There was a long silence then my phone beeped again. When I looked there were pictures of me, naked, kissing my old boyfriend. Honestly, I was revolted while kissing him. He was the one who removed my clothes. He was the one shoving that nasty tongue in my mouth.
You’ve got nothing. I didn’t want that.
Ah but you did, Marla. Everyone saw you two walking from the bar, getting a hotel room hand in hand. You looked like two old lovebirds on their honeymoon.
I winced in shame. The stranger was right. We did look like we wanted to be together and for a moment I did want him, but I stopped it. Didn’t that matter?
What do you want? I texted back slowly.
I want money, Marla. Fifty G’s wired to my bank.
I don’t have that kind of money. My husband is a loser mooch and spends everything I make.
He then sent a picture of my kids to me. The one I carried on the face of my phone everywhere with me. How did he get that?
No, no. Leave them alone. I texted. They have nothing to do with this.
I’m not a monster, Marla. I don’t like to hurt children but I will if you don’t do this one thing for me.
What is it that you want?
Your old boyfriend. I am only here because this is a place for him to go and bring his dates. The guy is a creep. His wife hired me to do something with him.
What does that mean? I texted back, confused.
I mean that I’m a contract killer, but I also care. I want you to click on this link on your phone. It will take you to a place where you enter his address and agree to the terms.
I’m not clicking on anything.
It’s too late. I have this conversation saved and I can manipulate it. Whether I grab him myself or you do it is only a matter of time. But it will be easier on both of us if you do it. Besides, he’s an asshole.
Angry and confused, I texted back to this stranger. I’m going to the cops. You can’t stop me.
I can and I will, Marla. See, he will be dead anyway and you were the last one to be seen with him. I can keep this conversation quiet and no one will know and you can play dumb or I can release it to the press.
YOU WOULDN’T GET AWAY WITH IT! I screamed in all caps.
Oh, yes I would, Marla. You would be in the news. You would be investigated. They would take your kids. Your life would be ruined!
I can leave right now and show this text to them too.
Suddenly my text changed and said I want to help you but how?
“What the hell?” I shouted at my phone. I didn’t write that! I texted back.
It is all perception. They will think you did and you will go to prison for it. Maybe even the chair. Or it will be our little secret. I will give you 10 minutes to decide. If you leave the room the whole conversation gets out in five days. Better disappear by then if you decide to take off.
I slammed the phone down and cried. Yes, I hated him but no, I didn’t. I didn’t want him killed but I didn’t know what to do. I thought about my beautiful children and the horrible man at home watching them. I should have just gotten divorced and taken the kids far, far away from all of these jerks. Instead, I thought I could make it work. I thought the husband would change and I would never want anyone else including old flames. I never thought anything like this could ever happen.
I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. My color was gone, my eyes were red from crying. Even my hair was wrecked from running my hands through it over and over again. This was so unreal. His soon-to-be ex-wife was planning to kill him and I could tell him nothing. She didn’t seem like a bad person, in fact, I bet all of the bad in their marriage was from him. The way he spoke about her was awful! I suppose she knew he was going to take everything when he divorced her and even sue her for alimony yet here I am being the person in the middle. I guess that is what a so-called mistress is. Yet I wasn’t his mistress, just an old flame who wanted to have nothing to do with him now or ever again.
I picked up the phone and clicked on the link the texter had given me. I could at least look at see what was going on. Maybe it was a prank and he would just get a glitter bomb in the mail or better yet, a litter box bomb. I laughed a little thinking about cat turds exploding all over his face and waited for the site to load. When it did, there was just a text field labeled address and phone number. Assuming that it mean his address and phone, I entered the information into the box the up popped up a lot of text that I didn’t bother to read. There was a small check box at the end and you know how you just check the agree box without reading the terms? I did just that then clicked submit.
I picture of me filling out the information flashed on the phone with a link. Curious, I clicked on the link. It was a video of everything that just happened including the old boyfriend and I kissing with a note that said: Remember, I know all and can see all. Don’t bother trying to erase your messages for I will still have this information and any attempt to leave or blame anyone else will be on you and your family. Then my phone turned off and rebooted. When I opened the messages, all were erased and my normal cell phone functions were back, even the real wifi address for the hotel. I turned off wifi and used cellular data only to call home and ask if everyone was ok then headed home.
The next few days were pretty normal. I went to work and my husband did his normal sleeping on the lazy boy while the kids went to daycare. I no longer trusted them in his care when he started passing out while they were running around. Every morning I waited for a knock on the door from the police or the stranger that texted me that day or maybe even my old boyfriend’s wife yet nothing came. Everything was normal. I began to think it was a joke until I opened my email.
It was from his exwife asking if I had seen him:
I know we don’t know each other, but I do know you have been in contact with Tim over email recently. Have you seen him around? He hasn’t been home for days and I’m a bit worried. I thought maybe he went to see some old friends. Thanks, Julie.
I waited for a few hours to respond to try and not look suspicious. She and I both knew what was going on and I’m sure she was just as nervous as I was.
I haven’t seen him for a few days. He stopped by for drinks and then got really drunk so I said he shouldn’t drive and helped him pass out in a hotel room. I probably should have texted you but I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. I haven’t seen him since I left.
Technically my message was true and she knew it.
About a month later I received a copy of what I think was the contract I signed over the phone reminding me that I needed to keep my mouth shut. It was about 3 pages long and talked about the sale of body organs to an underground market and that if I repeated any of the same information that mine would be sold as well.
Story Number 2
Never Trust People to Put Apps On Your Cell Phone
When I got my first cell phone I wasn’t aware of all of the dangers that could happen. My parents gave it to me because they thought it would keep me safe from strangers because I could call them if I ever got lost or hurt. They got me one of the nice fancy ones with a data plan and unlimited minutes and browsing. While that might be nice, I realized later that it was a huge problem in my life and it wasn’t until now that I decided the only phone I needed was a basic cell phone. I’ll tell you why I’ve decided to do something so drastic.
When I had just turned 18 my friend had this party for me. We did what most kids do during a birthday party and drank. Her parents were there so I thought everything was cool. Her dad worked in some high tech business and put an app on my phone and said if I ever needed them I could use the app to show them my location and he could come and help. He put it on all of the phones available and said it was free and shouldn’t be a problem.
Then the parents went up to their bedroom upstairs while we were all down in the living room with loud music. Some of us were sitting out by the pool when the neighbor came over complaining about the noise. My friend went and got her parents who then said we all had to go home or the neighbor was going to tell the police they were giving minors alcohol.
I called my mom and left a message and then waited while watching all of my other friends leave with their parents. Some of them asked if I needed a ride home and I just told them no and that I’d wait for my mom or dad to show. They had a really long driveway and I just didn’t want to sit up at the house and listen to my friend screaming at her parents for sending all of her friends home, so I walked down the driveway to the big stone mailbox which was really far from the house. I waited for about an hour and my parents never showed. I looked back up at the house and it was all dark like they all had gone to bed so I just started walking home. We all lived in these big houses out in the hills and each house was about five miles from the next with my house being about 10 miles away. It was really foggy and I was cold and wet. I felt horrible.
I tried calling my parents again but no one answered again. I thought I’d take a chance and see if my app worked ok. When I clicked on it a map showed up saying “You are here” and that’s about it. I didn’t know what to do so I left it open just in case it was sending him a message or something. I kept on walking and I heard the sound of tires behind me. When I turned there was a large grey van with tinted windows pulling up beside me. I looked to see the sliding door of the van open and a man with a ski mask on ready to grab me so I ran. The van kept up with me until I reached my other friend’s house that sat between our two properties and as I started to go into the driveway, the man in the van pulled me inside of the van. I kicked and screamed at him, dropping my phone outside on the road as he started to shut the door but then my right heel smacked in the throat and he bounced back against the wall of the van and I fell out of the door.
I rolled on the gravel scraping up my face and legs. In terrible pain, I got up and limped to my friend Theresa’s house while screaming for her to come out. When she did, the van sped off. Theresa brought me inside her room and showed me the same app on her phone and told me to delete it. I asked her why she hadn’t been at the party and she said that after Mikayla’s dad put the app on her phone the same thing happened to her but she went along with it. I looked around her room really noticing all of the expensive items she had on her shelves knowing that her parents wouldn’t have bought those for her.
Knowing I needed to keep my mouth shut at that point, I called my parents from her phone. They came and got me telling me they had been waiting for me to call and never received any messages. I told them what happened. The cops were called and since Mikayla’s dad was the mayor in town, my other friend’s parents were arrested but the whole thing went underground and was never spoken about again.
I risk my life talking about this here and now hoping that none of them ever find me.
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