Just the concept alone was enough to draw
me in.
“An internet underneath the internet.
The dark web,” is how my old friend Kyle
described it to me.
It wouldn’t be until he gave me a list of
links that I would truly understand just why
people referred to it as “dark.”
Months before his passing, Kyle had progressively
gotten darker in nature.
Empathy seemingly vanishing from him.
He would later go on to tell me that it started
with his dive into the dark web, and stumbling
upon a site so dark and twisted, that it could
make even the most kind-hearted person into
a demented parallel of their former self.
After almost a week of talking with him about
the dark web, Kyle finally agreed to share
his secret stash of links with me.
He told me never to share even one of the
links with anybody.
This statement made me uneasy about what I
was getting myself into, but my curiosity
was clawing at the edge of my brain, ready
to jump out of my skull.
I had to see things for myself.
To do so, I would need to meet him the next
day at the old library in the center of town.
The next day, I was exhausted.
I had stayed up into the early hours of the
morning, scouring the internet for more information
on the dark web.
I found videos talking about underground drug
trade sites, and people who claimed to have
first-hand experiences that scarred them for
life.
Hearing of these kinds of things might turn
away a normal person, but I wasn’t one of
them.
It was almost nine when I arrived at the library.
Kyle and our good friend Justin were waiting
for me, sitting on a bench just outside the
front doors.
Justin smiled, happy to see me, and got up
to give me a hug.
Kyle remained seated, but also seemed happy
that I had arrived.
We spent the morning hanging out, grabbing
a bite to eat from our local coffee and bagel
shop.
From there, we made our way to what Kyle referred
to as, “the nest.”
This was a wooden fort we built years ago,
located in the woods behind the local supermarket.
Upon reaching the nest, Justin and I noticed
that Kyle had done some “redecorating”
of sorts.
What had always been just a plain wooden fort,
was now completely covered by black tarps.
His said that he had been spending nights
out there and didn’t want any homeless people
to stumble across the place.
Unusual, yes, but it was clear that Kyle was
troubled.
We didn’t want to interfere with his way
of coping with whatever it was he was going
through.
We all sat down on old chairs that I’d found
in the dump a while back.
Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out
his phone.
He opened his note app and asked if I was
sure I wanted the list.
I said that I was.
He copied the list, pasted it into a text,
and sent it to me.
He told me not to open it until I was ready
to begin my dive into “the endless cavern
that is the deep web”.
I agreed, and the text was sent.
As if he had forgotten about something important,
Kyle abruptly stood up and then left.
Justin and I asked where he was heading, but
he was sparse in his reply, saying he had
some business to take care of.
Shrugging this off as another one of Kyle’s
quirks, Justin and I spent the next few hours
just sitting and talking.
He told me about how Kyle had helped him find
this app to meet people on, and how he now
had a date with a girl the next town over.
I was happy for him.
He was a good guy, but never had any luck
with women.
I asked him if he remembered our awful first
kiss back in second grade.
He laughed and gave me a love tap on the shoulder.
Since then, him and I had become good friends.
When I got home in the early afternoon, my
mom was asleep on the couch.
She had worked another double.
I grabbed a blanket off the loveseat and draped
it over her to keep her comfortable.
I made my way into the kitchen to grab a snack
and headed up to my room to begin my journey
into the uncharted waters of the dark web.
From videos I watched the night before, I
learned that I had to download a special web
browser.
It was one of the few ways to access this
part of the internet.
As it installed, I opened up Kyle’s text
and quickly scrolled through the links.
He had sent me a good fifteen or so to peruse.
After the install finished, I opened it up,
and entered in the first link on the list.
It took a moment to load, but I was eventually
greeted with a welcome page to an underground
video share site.
I spent a few minutes scrolling through the
videos, looking for a good one to watch.
There was one title that caught my eye…
it was a video from our local Dark Point Burgers!
Quickly, I clicked and watched.
Once loaded, I realized I was watching security
footage, dated just three months ago.
I saw my friend Katie, who worked overnight
there.
She was standing in the middle of the frame,
slowly backing away from the counter.
It was hard to make out exactly what was going
on at first, but after a moment, the footage
became clear.
She had rolled up her sleeves, seemingly freaked
out at the appearance of her arms.
I noticed movement underneath the back of
her shirt, as if a gust of wind had swept
through the eatery.
Further into the video, she was reaching into
the ice cream machine.
The footage went fuzzy for a moment, then
became clear again, showing Katie bolting
out the door.
She had gone missing a few months ago, and
I wondered if this was the last time she was
seen.
The whole town thinks she killed her father,
because he was found dead at their home the
same day she disappeared.
Freaked out, I exited the browser and sat
silently for a while.
After gathering up the courage, I reopened
the search engine, and typed in the next link
on the list.
I was directed to a site that contained live
feeds from what are known as “red rooms”.
I clicked on the first stream and watched
as a hooded figure beat a woman strapped to
a chair.
I quickly left the site when the man looked
directly into the camera and pulled out a
knife from his pocket.
I didn’t want to see what would happen next.
Continuing through the links, I came across
more and more disturbing sites.
One of hacked baby monitors, a child trafficking
site, and one containing a list of classified
federal cases.
The first one was titled, “Noir Family,”
a name I distinctly remembered hearing on
the news before.
Finally, I entered in the last link.
My monitor turned pitch black.
After a moment, a small flashing line appeared
in the middle of the screen.
Assuming something was wrong with the link,
I attempted to exit the page, but the screen
was locked in place.
Words then began typing themselves out in
front of my eyes.
“Hello, Jamie.
We are the silence.
We are the solitude.
We few are many, and soon you might finally
wake up.”
Who was doing this?
How did they know my name?
Two buttons appeared on screen under the text.
The one on the left read “Join”, the one
on the right read “Exit”.
Officially freaked, I darted my cursor to
the exit button.
I was met with a small pop-up message informing
me that exiting was not allowed.
Random images appeared, too fast for me to
focus on any single one.
When it stopped, I was shown a live feed of
myself.
My webcam had been turned on.
In horror, I tried to turn off my computer,
but to no avail.
It remained on no matter what I did.
A demented lullaby then played through my
speakers.
I sat there for a moment just listening to
it, confused and anxious as to what was going
on.
At the end of the tune was a loud scream.
Startled, I got up to run from the room.
I heard what sounded like the front door of
my house being kicked in.
I screamed for my mom as I ran out.
I heard her scream, along with the sound of
a man telling her to shut up.
When I finally reached the base of the stairs,
she was being dragged out of the house.
Another man stood, just staring at me, frozen
at the bottom of the staircase.
“Who are you?!
What do you want?!
Where are you taking my mom?!”
I shouted, dashing at the hooded man in front
of me.
I was met with his fist.
I hit the floor hard and passed out.
When I came to, I was in what looked to be
an abandoned warehouse.
My hands were bound behind my back.
I struggled, trying to get myself free but
couldn’t.
I looked around and found my mother tied up
just a short distance away.
I shouted to her, desperately trying to wake
her.
She remained unconscious.
My ears rang, as if someone had clapped their
hands right next to my head.
With tunnel vision, I tried to scream, but
couldn’t even feel my vocal cords vibrating
to make a sound.
When my vision returned, a creature, whose
appearance I cannot for the life of me remember,
was floating above the ground a just a few
feet in front of me.
Though its appearance escapes me, I do recall
it staring at me, its eyes a bright fiery
orange.
It held its hand to me and I began to float
too.
My bonds became loose as I hovered towards
the creature.
It wrapped its hand around my face.
The feeling was indescribable.
Through its fingers, I could see a light emanating
from within; something leaving my mouth, being
absorbed by the beast.
When this glow faded, I blacked out.
When I came to a second time, I was at home
in bed.
Frantically, I hopped up and scanned the room.
Kyle was sitting on the chair in front of
my computer.
My mother was knocked out, laying on the floor
next to my bed.
I was still terribly afraid, but also angry
at Kyle for what I’d gone through.
I shouted, begging him to tell me what the
hell was going on.
He stood up slowly, walked towards the door
of my bedroom, and looked at me.
When he spoke, it was with no emotion.
“We few are many, and soon you might finally
wake up.
Congratulations.
You survived the first trial.”
