So⊠I stole a laptop from an internet cafe. Judge me all you want, but times are tough and thatâs hardly the point of what Iâm about to tell you anyway. Apparently the owner of it was quite adept at navigating the deep web, because a Tor browser page was […]
I lost my laptop for a few days, and after a thorough search of my apartment, I retraced my steps to an internet cafĂ© called Tristaâs that I occasionally visit. I could have sworn I remembered having it after leaving Tristaâs, and I knew it was a long shot, but I
My foot tapped eagerly on the floor of the internet cafe. I looked at the unattended laptop, then back to the counter. The laptop been sitting there, unlocked, for over 10 minutesâ it would be an easy sell, and I had bills to pay. As soon as the barista opened
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Iâd never been inside of one before. An awkward, out-of-place-feeling little room nuzzled between a failing Irish pub and an antiques shop, Iâd honestly forgotten these things existed in the vast metro area of my city. Until I needed one. College essay, see, and I hadnât even begun it â just my luck for my laptop to obnoxiously die the weekend before the paper was due. I tried to borrow a friendâs computer, but no dice; as for plan B, my schoolâs library was out of rentable laptops. To the local, seedy internet cafĂ© I went then, where I had always been told the poverty-stricken perverts surfed for porn and the seemingly parent-less children crowded around online games.
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The storm made the city street a blur to Tim Avery as he walked rapidly down the sidewalk. Rain fell just heavily enough to make people run to their cars or take shelter in the shadows of store awnings. To Tim, however, walking through the rain seemed right. It felt like it might
As an investigative analyst for the FBI, I spent years combing through the depths of the digital colossus known as the âDark Web.â Itâs mind-numbing work, filtering through thousands of illicit sites offering services ranging from outrageously fake to bone chillingly real. My name is Clara Sanders. Iâm 35-years-old, unmarried,
The Unfriended Creepypasta Competition is officially over, and Stephen Susco (director of Unfriended: Dark Web) has chosen a winning entry! Congratulations to Hayden Dalby, writer of the winning story, âPlaypenâ (Click HERE to read). It truly was a chilling ride from start to finish; a victory well-deserved! Hayden
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Teddy Wilson rapped one knuckle against the smoked-stained glass door adorned with the worn, white letters that announced, âMartin Croker: Editorâ before popping his head into the room. âYou wanted to see me boss?â The man who served as his immediate supervisor for the last decade was on the phone
