No Trace, No Exit
I once found a forum that you couldn’t search on Google. It didn’t show up anywhere, just a plain page — black background, red text, no logo, no ads. The only way in was through a weird link on another old website about urban legends.
Inside, it was just people posting confessions. Not the usual “I cheated” or “I
lied to my mom.” These were different. Darker. It felt real. There was one post
I can’t forget. A user wrote:
“I kill. I eat. I become someone else. If you reply, it’s your turn.”
No one replied, at least not on the page. The thread stayed at zero replies the
whole night.
I remember reading through the comments, feeling unsettled, but also kind of
hooked. It was like a digital ghost town, abandoned except for those strange,
honest messages.
Next morning, I tried to go back. The link was dead. The entire forum just…
vanished. Even the old site where I found the link had deleted the reference.
Almost like it never existed.
That day, I caught myself staring into the mirror, just looking at my own face.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off. Maybe it was just my
imagination, but I swear my eyes looked different. A little emptier.
I still wonder if anyone else found that forum, or if it was just some weird
dream. Either way, I never forgot the warning: If you reply, it’s your turn.
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