"A SERIAL KILLER ON THE LOOSE, an unidentified individual is killing more and more people. There are no clues that could reveal the true face of the killer. The only thing we know about this mysterious figure is that he always carves a large "X" into his victims' bodies with a knife or other sharp instrument. He paints the word "DELETED" on their forehead with the blood of the person he killed, he certainly uses a brush. He never leaves anyone alive in the house, he gets rid of everyone."
This was the text in the local newspaper and news. The case is still being covered in the media. All of these murders took place in nearby towns, so my town was also at risk. I lived in a two-story house with my parents. I read the press, I was terrified by the fact that the latest murder took place in my town, but fortunately far from my home. I thought that living in such a small town there was a small chance or even zero chance of serial murders, but I was wrong.
I thought I'd take a break and try to forget about the whole thing. I decided to reminisce a bit and look into my old Windows XP computer. I mean, look at old files and photos from my childhood. I wanted to reminisce about what a terrible "artist", if you can even call it that, I was. What interesting things would a six-year-old draw in Paint with a mouse?!
I got out of bed and went to the attic, where there was a lot of old junk and furniture. The attic didn't seem big. The floor was characterized by ordinary wooden boards, some of them were sticking out and the walls were painted with ordinary white paint, which in some places was peeling or seemed dirty. There wasn't much light to be seen there. The only source of lighting were a few yellow light bulbs in the ceiling, gently illuminating the entire room.
I opened the rusty door and entered the old room, where an old Windows XP computer was on a wooden table. I turned on the light and sneezed because of the large amount of dust in the place. I rubbed my eyes and went to the computer. I frowned when I noticed that there was a cobweb on the device. I looked around and saw a broom. I went to the corner and grabbed the broom that was there. It was normal for there to be cobwebs in the attic, especially since no one had looked at this computer for a long time. I hated cobwebs. I removed the cobweb from the device, shivering as I did so. I put the broom down, leaning it against the wooden beam supporting the ceiling and went back to the computer.
I plugged the cable into the socket and pressed the button to turn on the computer. It took quite a long time to turn on, because it was quite an old computer, about 10 years old or even more. Well, what can I say, regular Windows XP, when I turned it on I heard a characteristic sound. I sat on a chair and waited for it to fully load, blindly staring at the screen. After about five minutes of waiting, it turned on. I entered the password, which surprisingly I still remembered and it redirected me to the desktop. I moved the mouse around the screen to check if the mouse would not freeze as it usually does.
On the desktop I found the usual old programs that no one uses anymore, drawings in Paint that I drew as a child. Just as I expected. They looked tragic. Basically, what could a six-year-old child draw with a mouse in Paint. The pictures seemed very simple, mostly showing some kind of landscape. One showed my cat named Fluffy, who died 5 years ago. I recognized it was her because under the picture was written in faint handwriting "Fuffy".
After looking at all the drawings, I looked into the photos folder, nothing special, my old photos from different holidays, my 6th birthday, my parents' wedding, the old yard and so on. Then, I went into the folder titled "videos". As the name suggested, there were very old recordings there, even ones that I don't even remember. There seemed to be recordings mainly from weddings and those of me blowing out candles on birthdays and other celebrations. There were also regular recordings from everyday life, for example the ones where I learned to ride a bike, as I could see I fell off my bike and fell into a puddle. My party dress was then covered in mud. In the recording I didn't seem to pay much attention to it.
I looked through the folder further and again there were many recordings of weddings, birthdays, holidays, there were most of them there, they were literally swarming with them. I also noticed recordings of me unpacking a Christmas present. The happy surprise dominated my feelings then, when I unpacked the present and found a doll in light brown pigtails braided with a pink ribbon, dressed in a short pink dress. How lucky I was to receive this doll.
After scrolling through a few videos I saw one very strange video. Why strange? The icon for this video was completely different from the other videos in this folder. It was an empty room with no windows, doors, absolutely nothing. The floor and wall were decorated with ordinary, probably white or light cream paint. I couldn't look closely because it was just a faint icon. I decided to open it and take a closer look at the room. I moved the mouse towards the file and clicked on it.
The file wouldn't play. I kept getting an error saying that the file might be corrupted or had been deleted from the computer. I was a bit surprised because every previous file worked fine, so why wouldn't this one work? I left the folder and ignored it. I thought it might be a regular recording of some renovation that happened a long time ago and I just didn't remember it. I didn't have to remember all the renovations that had happened in the house. I was little, so I wasn't really interested in things like that.
I was about to turn off my computer when I saw that there was another folder there that I hadn't noticed before. It was called "d3l3t3d" which looked like the word "deleted". I slowly moved my mouse over it and clicked. As it turned out, the folder contained recordings of the same room. I noticed the first file in the folder and after a moment I clicked on it.
I thought it was just a regular file from the same renovation, which I simply renamed, as a child I often renamed random files from the computer by clicking random letters on the keyboard. I don't know why. I was only interested in the word, which probably meant the word "deleted". I thought it was probably just a coincidence. After all, coincidences happen. The first file was called d3l3t3d1. You could see the name of this strange folder there, it seemed a bit strange that all the files were named the same except that the number "1" was also written there. I doubted changing the file name by clicking random letters.
I didn't think it could mean anything instead, I came up with the idea that my parents simply marked these files "deleted" which meant that they were to be deleted or were simply not needed. I ignored all the thoughts that came to my mind about this file. I stuck to my main thought. Besides, as you could see, all the files in the folder had similar names "d3l3t3d1" "d3l3t3d2" "d3l3t3d3" etc. They seemed to be numbered.
The first recording was the same empty room as in the icon in the "videos" folder. Finally I could take a closer look at it. I noticed that the room was about 2 meters by 3 meters in size. The room seemed empty. In my opinion, too empty. As I can describe it, it looked like one of those, for some reason, disturbing emptinesses. The sight of the room itself looked a bit repulsive. Looking at the room gave me a strange shiver. I didn't know why, there was no reason to be afraid here. I knew that, but I still felt a strange, very strange anxiety looking at the recording.
The film lasted 5 seconds. Nothing interesting happened on it. Apart from the fact that the room itself caused a strange feeling, the silence on this film was killing me. It looked as if someone had removed the sound. I couldn't hear even a single slight noise. When the film ended, I moved the mouse over the icon to switch to the second recording. The next photo appeared. The image was the usual black background. It didn't stand out in any way, just an ordinary all-black background. Nothing special except that there seemed to be about 10 of the same photos. I clicked the mouse pointer on the icon to change the image to skip these photos while changing positions on the chair. I moved closer to the table, scraping my chair against the panels.
I went back to looking at the folder. I was wondering about only one thing. I kept asking myself one question: Why would someone add a black background to the folder a dozen times? It only cluttered the computer's memory. At the same time, I wanted to delete these photos so they wouldn't clutter the computer, but I don't know why, I quickly rejected this idea. I clicked on the icon again and saw another recording. The recording showed the same room as the previous one, only at night. The night in the windowless room must have been really dark. I couldn't see any source of light from outside. Only one lamp was on, which, as you can see in the film, seemed to go out soon and not come back on. It was dimly lit and flickered every now and then. The recording lasted 10 seconds. I looked back.
I felt a strange feeling of being watched and uneasy. I stared at the screen again without meaning to, thinking that the next ones in the folder would be the same videos with the same room. I didn't want to watch this folder any longer. I got up from the chair and, wanting to leave, I thought that I might find something more interesting there. I went to the computer again, sat down on the chair and moved the mouse towards the next file.
The next file showed the same black background as before, with only one detail that distinguished this photo from the others. In the middle was the inscription "D3L3T3D". At that point I quickly dismissed the idea of files to delete. I was surprised. I stared at the screen uselessly, wondering what this could be about. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with any rational theory. It seemed really strange. I didn't want to worry about it unnecessarily. I had other things to worry about. I assumed it was some kind of mistake, but I still felt a strange unease, I didn't know why. I thought maybe I would find the answer in the next files in the folder.
The next recording was of the same empty room. I didn't even have to look at the screen to think about what the film would show. As I expected, it was dark, but unlike the previous recording, the lamp was no longer lit. Then I felt a cold shiver when I read the writing in the middle "w1dz3 c13", which probably meant "I see you". I didn't expect that.
Theories about this began to come to me. I shifted in my chair and stared at the screen. I didn't know what this was all about. It seemed strange and terrifying at the same time. At the same time, I didn't want to watch this folder any longer, but at the same time I wanted to see what would happen next. The recording lasted 10 seconds. I stared intently at this room on the film, searching for a "second meaning". Nothing.
To my surprise, in the fourteenth second of the video, the silence that had covered all the previous recordings disappeared. I heard what sounded like footsteps? I don't know how to describe it, because I could also hear loud noises. All I know is that someone was approaching. At the end of the video, when the footsteps were probably getting louder, I was slightly happy that I would finally see who had recorded the video. I was staring at the screen impatiently, waiting for the mysterious figure to come. Unfortunately, instead I could hear voices. I couldn't tell who these voices belonged to, it was a female voice that didn't sound like anyone in my family. I seemed to be quite sensitive to such things, but I was still curious to know the identity of the person who had recorded these videos.
I went back to browsing the folder further, hoping to find out who this possibly woman was. I settled into a more comfortable position and scooted closer to the chair so hard that the table pressed against my body. I grabbed the mouse. I moved it and hovered over the file. I hesitated before clicking on the file. A strange shiver ran through me. I felt strange... Very strange, like someone was watching me. I ignored the feeling and clicked the right mouse button.
The recording showed the same room as in the previous ones, the darkness seemed the same, the light was not turned on, everything was the same except for one detail. The inscription in the middle changed to "t0 t0j k0n13c", which probably meant "this is your end" I got scared. Although I seemed very scared, I did not turn off the file. I did not know what to think about all this. I convinced myself that it was just a hacker attack. A regular hacker attack that was just intended to scare me. I kept telling myself, deceiving myself, that it was a regular attack on my computer, but I still felt that something was wrong, that this was not a regular hacking of my device. What could this all be about?
The film lasted 15 seconds. The silence in this film seemed disturbing, I heard nothing, no steps, like in the previous recording no voices, no noise at all NOTHING just silence... At the fourteenth second of the recording, when the film was supposed to end in literally a second, I suddenly heard a scream in the recording. I jumped out of the chair. I quickly got out of the folder and looked at the time. It was one in the morning. I still felt watched.
Since it was quite late, I pressed the computer's off button and unplugged it from the socket, yanking the cable out. I quickly got up from the chair. Before leaving the room, I turned off the light behind me. Leaving the room, I quickly closed the door behind me. I was already leaving the attic, passing through a long corridor, which was littered with unnecessary, old objects. It was not pleasant to walk around the attic at night after such an event, so every now and then I checked if there was anyone behind me. I went up the stairs, grabbed the railing, slowly going down the stairs, looking back. Since I felt like I was being watched the whole time, I knew there was no one behind me, but I felt a strange uncertainty.
I finally made it to my room, which was on the second floor. I opened the door, turned on the light and grabbed my pajamas that were lying on the bed. I turned off the light, closed the door behind me and left the room. I felt weird walking to the bathroom. I kept looking back. After finally reaching the bathroom, I stepped into the shower. I washed myself up pretty quickly. I put on my pink pajamas with the word "Sleeping" written on them and put on my pink bunny slippers. I ran to the room, turned off the light, took off my slippers and threw them on. I watched as my bunny slippers quickly fell under the bed and disappeared in the darkness under the furniture.
I jumped on the bed and wrapped myself in a warm white blanket. I tried not to think about it. Even though I tried, the thoughts kept coming to my mind. I couldn't fall asleep. I tossed and turned and kept changing positions. I kept thinking about those recordings, about those screams, about that room, about everything that was there. I didn't want to think about it. I couldn't fall asleep because of the stress. I still felt watched, I kept hearing those screams, even though no one was screaming.
I finally managed to fall asleep after three hours of lying around and thinking about what had happened. I woke up at six in the morning and had a very strange dream. The same room again as in the recordings. I heard loud but slightly muffled screams, I was sitting in this room. There was nothing there. The emptiness encompassed the entire room. After a while of sitting in the room, a young girl appeared behind me. I don't know where she came from, because I had my back to her. I turned around.
She had black or dark brown hair, I can't tell, because it was very dark, long to her chest, disheveled. She was pale, very pale, but not completely white. Her skin looked more like light gray. One eye had white sclera and the pupils were replaced by a red "X", which seemed to glow slightly in the dark, and the other with black sclera also with the same red "X". She had a slim figure. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless blouse and a gray rather short, mid-thigh skirt fastened with a black belt. On her feet she wore black, long, laced up to the knees, boots. In addition, she was characterized by strange holes all over her body. In the previously presented holes, you could see a slightly glowing green binary code consisting of the numbers 0 and 1 on a black background. The mysterious girl had one of these holes visible on her face and several on the rest of her body.
She stared at me. After a moment, she pulled a knife out of her skirt pocket. That's when I woke up. I'll never forget that dream for the rest of my life. That nightmare gave me the shivers. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening there, but at the same time, a lot was happening. I can't explain that feeling. I don't know why. Who was that girl? I hoped it was just a regular nightmare, but I think it had some kind of message, I just couldn't figure out what it was. I kept trying to fall asleep. I couldn't.
The day after the incident, I woke up at 5:24. That night, I barely slept at all. I didn't feel safe, I don't know why. I kept trying to fall asleep, but I couldn't. Strange thoughts and anxiety kept running through my head. Finally, after a few minutes of lying there doing nothing, I got out of bed and went to the closet. I pulled out random clothes that were closest to me and put them on. Then I bent over the sock cabinet and pulled out pink socks. I put them on and immediately ran to the attic. I don't know what drew me to it, but I wanted to see if anything else had appeared on the device.
I quickly crossed the threshold of my room and slammed the door shut. Before going to the attic, I quickly went to the bathroom to wash my face with water. I ran quickly but quietly so as not to wake anyone to the bathroom. I crossed the threshold and went to the mirror. I noticed black bags under my eyes and my face showed tiredness and lack of sleep. I quickly washed my face with cold water and dried it with a towel. I quickly ran out of the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
I went to the attic using the old, creaking stairs. I walked through a long, dusty corridor and approached the entrance door to the computer room. I opened it and looked back, I don't know why. I felt that I wasn't alone here. Although I knew at the same time that I was not in danger, I didn't feel safe here. I closed the old door behind me and approached the device. I grabbed the cable and plugged it into the socket, then sat on the chair waiting for the computer to start. I stared blankly at the screen when suddenly I saw a field to enter the password. I entered a few letters and numbers and waited for the desktop to load.
When the desktop appeared on the screen, I moved the mouse slightly to check if it was not freezing again. I noticed a familiar file called "D3L3T3D" again, I moved the mouse over it and opened it. I found nothing new there. I didn't know if I should be happy about it or not. Suddenly I felt like I was being watched. I looked behind me to make sure no one was standing behind me. I didn't see anyone, but the feeling didn't go away. I started having strange thoughts that it might have something to do with this file. I knew it was ridiculous, but I preferred to be safe. The feeling kept growing. I slowly moved the mouse over the folder and clicked the right mouse button.
Many options appeared before my eyes. I pressed the "delete" option and then confirmed my decision. I clicked "yes" but nothing happened. I thought that it was because this computer was old and had a right to freeze, so I decided to try to delete the file again. Then an error appeared on the screen. It read "n13 t4k l4tw0".
I jumped out of the chair and immediately looked back. The feeling of being watched grew. I got scared. I didn't feel safe in the attic. I quickly moved my mouse over the "X" icon to close the message. The error didn't go away. Then the entire screen began to quickly fill with errors that said the same thing. The errors kept appearing until the computer froze. I tried to turn it off but I couldn't. I unplugged it from the socket by yanking the cable out. It turned off. I quickly ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I ran through the long corridor and went down the stairs. The feeling of being watched kept getting stronger.
That night I had the same dream as the previous day. The same room as in those recordings. The lights were flashing. The same girl with the knife was there too.
The next day I wanted to look into that computer again. It was 11:45 p.m. I ran quickly to the attic. I opened the door and walked through the same long corridor full of junk. Finally I reached the room where the computer was. I opened the door and turned on the light, which immediately brightened the entire room. I went to the computer, grabbed the cable and plugged it into the socket. I pressed the button to turn on the computer, sat down on the chair, moved to the table and waited for the device to start up. I waited again for about five minutes.
When it turned on I heard the same sound of turning it on and my eyes saw the password entry screen. I quickly entered the password by clicking the letters and numbers, and then it immediately redirected me to the desktop. I moved the mouse slightly to check if everything was working. Suddenly, old photos from my childhood started to appear on the screen. These were not ordinary photos from a few years ago. In the middle of some of the photos there were inscriptions such as "d0 y0u r3m3mb3r 1t?" on the next one you could see a quite visible inscription "3nd 1s n34r" this text scared me the most. "end is near" what was that supposed to mean?! The next photos were smudged with black scribbles or simply smudged and colored red.
I tried to turn off the slide show but I couldn't. The pictures kept showing. I was terrified by this. The feeling of being watched intensified. I couldn't gather my thoughts. I sat there for about ten minutes. I got up from the chair again, turned off the light and closed the door. As I was closing the door I heard it slam. The slam of the door scared me, I didn't know why. I quickly ran out of the attic, almost falling down the stairs. I grabbed the railing and went downstairs.
I went into my room and quickly grabbed my pajamas. I ran out of the room and went to the bathroom. The water was cold, so I washed myself quickly. After washing, I wrapped myself in a blue towel and dried myself. I picked up my pajamas from the counter and put on the same set as yesterday. I forgot to grab my slippers. I didn't feel like dinner. I grabbed my pink toothbrush and squeezed some mint toothpaste on it. I put the toothbrush in my mouth and brushed my teeth. I spat out the water and went back to my room. I opened the door, gently pressing on the handle. I remembered that I had left my bunny slippers under the bed. I crawled under the bed and grabbed the bunny slippers that were dirty from the dust under the bed. I blew on them so that the dust would fall off and put them next to the bed. I immediately went to bed, wrapping myself in a warm blanket.
Unfortunately, I couldn't fall asleep again. I couldn't stop thinking about that file and that girl from the dream the night before. I waited for sleep, lying there mindlessly and tossing and turning. Finally, I fell asleep. Unfortunately, my dream didn't last long, I woke up at 4 a.m. I was sleep-deprived and terrified. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I was scared. I had the same dream as yesterday. The same girl in that room. She was holding a knife and staring at me, smiling terrifyingly. She was slowly approaching me, holding a knife. I was quite sensitive, so moments like that had a bit of an effect on me. She was coming closer and closer. She wanted to kill me with that knife. Suddenly, the dream ended. I lay there doing nothing until 7:14.
As 7:14 came around I decided there was no point in lying around doing nothing because I wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway. I pulled a blue long-sleeved shirt with a cat printed on it out of the closet. I searched for some pants in the closet and found some plain black sweatpants. I put them on. I closed the closet and went to the drawer. I crouched down and opened it. I rummaged for some socks. I pulled out a pair of light pink socks and put them on. I closed the drawer and left the room, closing the door behind me. I went up the stairs and went downstairs for breakfast.
I took out a piece of bread, grabbed a knife and pulled the cottage cheese out of the fridge. I closed the fridge and spread cottage cheese on the bread. I didn't feel like eating. I sat down at the table and scooted closer to it. My parents kept asking me how much I had slept and what was going on. They noticed that something was wrong. I didn't want to worry them. Every time I answered "it's okay". They sensed that it was a lie, but they didn't want to bother me with any more questions. After breakfast, I went to brush my teeth. I went up the stairs and went down the hall towards the bathroom.
I opened the door gently, crossed the threshold and went to the mirror. I noticed in the mirror that I had black shadows and large, very visible bags under my eyes. I looked like I hadn't slept for at least ten years. I rubbed my face with cold water to wake myself up and look a little less sleepy. It didn't help much. I still had dark shadows and bags under my eyes. I didn't feel like doing anything, but unfortunately, I had to go to school.
At school I couldn't concentrate on my lessons. The teacher who was conducting the lessons kept pointing out to me that I wasn't paying attention. It's true I couldn't concentrate. My thoughts were constantly based on that file. My eyes would stick together and I would fall asleep on the bench. It never lasted longer than five minutes because my friend who was sitting at the desk with me would gently nudge me. I didn't understand anything the teacher was saying at all. When she told me to repeat what she had just said, she noticed that I wasn't paying attention. I had to analyze the question first to understand it at all.
During breaks I didn't feel like talking to anyone. Everyone would come up to me and ask: "What happened?". Of course I would answer that nothing happened or that everything was fine. I even answered my best friend like that. I didn't want to lie to her, but I had no choice. After all, if I answered that it was because of a simple file, they would laugh at me, or so I thought. I spent most of my breaks sitting alone on a bench or in the toilet. I didn't eat breakfast or drink water. I didn't even take a single sip.
Finally, when the bell rang to end the lessons, I slowly walked out of the classroom. Everyone was surprised because I was always the first one to leave the classroom. I changed my shoes and went through the school doors. I refused to let my friend go back together. I always went back with her. We liked to go back together, but not this time. I didn't feel like talking to anyone. Not even spending time with other people. I walked back slowly. Every now and then I would kick a rock that was on the road. The whole way home I felt like I was being watched. I kept looking back. I kept thinking about the file. A car almost ran me over at the crosswalk. I wasn't looking at the road. The driver stopped at the last moment.
As I got closer to the house, I went to the gate and pressed the handle, then went to the front door? I pressed the handle lightly and went through the threshold, closing the door behind me. My mother greeted me at home, hugging me and asking, "How was it?" As always, I answered with an empty "Good." My mother noticed that it wasn't good, but decided not to pester me with questions. I took off my jacket and went to the table, where a warm dinner was. I grabbed a fork and reluctantly stuck it into the chicken. I didn't feel like eating. I only ate a piece, then immediately ran towards the stairs. I ran up the stairs and went towards my room. I opened the door and when I entered, I closed it behind me.
I forgot to do my homework. I didn't even think about it. My head was just cluttered with these stupid files. I only left my room to relieve myself or eat dinner. I stayed in the room until 00:24. I knew I shouldn't have stayed that long, I didn't care.
When the hour struck 00:24, as always I took my pajamas and bunny slippers, went to the bathroom, got in the shower and washed myself. I put on the same pajamas and brushed my teeth with the same mint toothpaste. I closed the bathroom door and ran to my room, jumping on the bed. I went to sleep. Like every night since watching those files, I couldn't fall asleep? I lay there doing nothing until 2:34. I felt watched the whole time. I felt that it had a strong impact on my psyche. I still didn't know why. They were just regular files and a hacker attack. I kept telling myself that, even though I knew it wasn't true. I was lying to myself. Suddenly I felt a strange feeling. As if something was about to happen. My subconscious told me that something bad was about to happen. This feeling was quite strong, but despite that I ignored it. I thought that it was a figment of my imagination.
When I finally managed to fall asleep I had the same dream as always. The dream was no different from the previous days except for one detail. The screams could be heard all the time, compared to the previous dreams that were devoid of any voice or even a slight rustle. In the dream, the girl was slowly approaching again with a knife in her hand. She was approaching slowly. That's when I woke up. I quickly got up and sat on the bed. I analyzed the entire dream from beginning to end. I looked for a hidden meaning. I thought about what had just happened. Confusion dominated my other emotions. I couldn't concentrate on anything.
For exactly a week I was so tired. I didn't sleep at night. My face showed tiredness and exhaustion from life. That's how it was, I had no desire to do anything and I wondered about the meaning of my life.
On the fifth day of torment, I wanted to look into that computer again. It was 11:45 p.m. I quickly ran to the attic. I opened the door and walked through the same long corridor full of junk. Finally, I reached the room where the computer was. I opened the door and turned on the light, which immediately brightened the entire room. I went to the computer, grabbed the cable and plugged it into the socket. I turned on the button that turned on the computer, sat on the chair, slid up to the table and waited for the device to start up. I waited quite a long time. While the system was starting, I heard the same characteristic sound of Windows XP starting up. Shortly after, a field for entering a password appeared before my eyes. I quickly entered the password.
As before, I opened the d3l3t3d file, but to my surprise, immediately after entering the file, instead of finding the normal screen where all the files were located, I was immediately thrown to the desktop. This computer was about ten years old, it had the right to freeze. It happened very often. Sometimes it even had to be restarted. There would be nothing strange about it, if not for the fact that all the files from the desktop started to disappear. I stared as all the files disappeared from the desktop. All the files disappeared, including the trash can and other system files that could not be deleted normally. All the files disappeared except one. The "D3L3T3D" folder.
What just happened here? Why did all the files disappear? Why was there only one left? These were the questions that had no answers, that I kept asking myself. I tried to enter the folder again, but I couldn't. It wouldn't even recreate itself. No error appeared. The computer simply wouldn't respond. I was about to turn the computer off again, when after a moment I noticed the desktop slowly disappearing from my computer and a black background appearing in its place. It looked like something was "eating" my desktop. Only the wallpaper didn't disappear, everything disappeared, including the start bar and the D3L3T3D file. Everything disappeared. I had no way to turn the computer off. In fact, it looked like the computer had already been turned off.
I pushed myself away from the table and quickly stood up from my chair. I went to the socket and unplugged the cable from the socket. I sat back down in the chair and stared at the black screen on my computer. It scared me. The feeling of being watched intensified. I didn't know what had happened here. The whole situation seemed weirder and weirder. I sat there for about ten minutes thinking about what had happened.
I got up from the chair and yanked the cable out of the socket to turn off the computer. I went to the door, turned off the light and closed the door. As I was closing the door I heard it slam. The slam of the door scared me, I didn't know why. I quickly ran towards the stairs and ran out of the attic. I grabbed the railing and went downstairs. I went into the room and grabbed my pajamas.
I crossed the threshold of my room and went to the bathroom. I washed myself quickly. After washing, I wrapped myself in a white towel and dried myself. I grabbed my pajamas and put them on, then slipped my feet into my bunny slippers. I grabbed my toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. I brushed my teeth and spat out the water. I didn't feel like eating dinner. I immediately ran to my room to go to bed.
Like every night I couldn't fall asleep but strangely enough this night I did it better. I fell asleep much faster than the previous nights. I didn't wake up during the night even once. I just slept.
Surprisingly, I woke up at 8:26. I had slept quite a bit compared to previous nights. I felt much better. Without changing, I ran to the bathroom and opened the door. I went to the mirror and looked in it. The dark circles under my eyes and bags disappeared. I washed my face with cold water to wake myself up. Despite feeling better in terms of sleep, I still felt bad mentally, but still better than the previous days.
This whole situation with the files was still scaring me. I ran to my room to get dressed. I went into my room and pulled out a plain light purple long sleeve blouse from the closet and put on black jeans. I went to the drawer, crouched down and opened it. The drawer creaked slightly. I ignored it and pulled out light blue socks with blue dots. I gathered my thoughts and decided to finally tell my parents everything. About the file, about the room, about the girl and everything that was in there. I had had enough of it. I thought that they would surely give me some advice.
I quickly ran out of the room slamming the door behind me. I ran to my parents' bedroom. I opened the door, pressing the handle hard. Surprisingly, I didn't see them. The bed was made, which meant that they had already gone downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I left my parents' bedroom, slammed the door and quickly ran up the stairs to the kitchen. I almost tripped and fell down the stairs. I was very excited that my parents could give me some advice in this situation and maybe I wouldn't have to suffer any longer. I quickly ran to the kitchen, but quickly braked. What I saw... I didn't expect this sight.
No... I couldn't believe it... I noticed them sitting there at the table. They were all sitting on chairs pushed up to the table ready to eat breakfast. Nothing special. They went to eat breakfast. They should have been sitting at the table. But unfortunately that wasn't the case... They were all deprived of life... They had an "X" carved in them, probably with a knife or other sharp instrument. I approached hesitantly. I noticed the words "Deleted" on their foreheads. Blood decorated their cut, badly mangled corpses. Scarlet liquid flowed down their torpedoed faces and gently dripped, creating long wet stains from the hole in the shape of an "X", heavily carved into their bodies. Apart from that, almost everything seemed to be sprayed with a red substance. The red substance was on the floor, on the walls literally everywhere...
I fell to the floor. I fell to my knees. I burst into tears... Actually, I think anyone would cry in such a situation. I felt something inside me break. Warm tears were running down my cheeks. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Even though I was crying, everything seemed so unreal. I wanted to think that it was just a bad dream, but unfortunately, it wasn't... I didn't know what to do with myself now. I wondered what to think about all this... Why did this happen to me?..
Shortly after sitting on the floor and staring aimlessly at the dead bodies, I noticed that it could be the serial killer from the newspaper. I remembered the entry in the press and the warnings in the news, everything matched. They also had an "X" carved on their foreheads, the words "deleted" in short everything matched. A serial killer attacked my house. Except for one detail that gave me the shivers... He always got rid of everyone in the house... He didn't leave anyone alive... The only thing missing was me... I felt strange thinking about it. The feeling that someone was watching me intensified again. I felt like I was going to die... That this was the end for me...
After a moment I remembered one thing. I got up and quickly ran to my parents' bedroom. I opened the door without hesitation and grabbed the key lying on the cabinet. I ran to a special drawer, put the key in the lock and turned it. I opened the cabinet where the gun was. I gently pulled out the gun, loaded it and unlocked it. Luckily it had a full magazine of bullets. I was ready to shoot. I hid behind the wall and aimed the gun at the open door.
I picked up the phone and dialed 911. I wanted to call the police to report a murder and a burglary. When I dialed the number, all I had to do was press the receiver to make a call? Clicking the receiver icon, the phone fell out of my hand... I noticed the same girl from my dreams with one difference. She was covered in blood. Her clothes and face were splattered with a red substance that was gently dripping from her dark gray blouse, creating long trails. She was holding a bloody knife, from which blood was gently dripping. I was terrified. I had never felt as terrified as I did now. I was breathing quickly and shallowly. Sweat was dripping from my forehead and the rest of my body. She was slowly approaching me. I aimed the gun at her and without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and shot.
The bullet that was fired hit her, but instead of causing any damage, it simply flew through her. A ghost? No, I didn't believe in ghosts... But now nothing would surprise me. I picked up the phone and quickly ran to the basement. I ran as fast as I could. I braked in front of the door that leads to the basement. I opened it by pressing hard on the handle. I slammed the door behind me so I would have some time to hide. I ran up the steep stairs, tripping and falling down them. I quickly stood up, the pain from rolling down the stairs was not important now. I didn't care that a red stain was forming on my leg. I didn't care.
Finally I reached the basement. The basement was large. Instead of panels or tiles there was a dark green smooth surface and the walls looked like they were painted a plain white, with paint peeling off. The basement consisted of three rooms: a pantry, which contained jars of juices, compotes, jams and pasteurized food. I bypassed the door to the pantry and ran down the corridor to the room with the stove. This room had two exits, one from the corridor and the other leading to the room with the wine, which was being created in the cans. The exit to the corridor was also located in this room.
I ran into the room where the stove was. This room was no different from the other rooms in the basement. It had the same smooth green floor and white, worn-out walls. There was a gray stove in it, and a pile of coal in the corner. I slipped behind the stove, hoping that he wouldn't find me there. I had my loaded and unlocked pistol pointed at the front door, so that if anything happened, I could shoot without unlocking it, which in this situation would only take unnecessary time.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as if it was about to fall out. I was breathing fast and shallow like never before. I took the phone and wanted to call the police, but no... It would only give away my hiding place... They would find me... Now only my life mattered, I was shaking and tears were running down my cheeks. Sweat was pouring heavily down my body. Was it the fault of that file? The words "DELETED", the same as the name of the files. That dream. It had to be connected. I analyzed everything from the beginning to find a solution. But how?
WHY DID I OPEN IT!? - I asked myself.
I COULD NOT HAVE OPENED IT! - I kept blaming myself
IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF ME... IF IT WASN'T FOR THAT FILE MY PARENTS WOULD BE ALIVE NOW! EVERYONE WOULD BE ALIVE! I WOULD NOT HAVE TO HIDE BEHIND THE STOVE NOW - I blamed myself again.
I cried harder and harder. I was already in tears. Drops poured from my eyes, gently dripping down my face, falling from my chin and then falling silently to the floor. I didn't feel safe hiding behind the stove, although it seemed like the safest hiding place in the house. Or at least I thought so. I felt watched. I didn't know what to do, even though I was ready to shoot. I crouched behind the stove in a position where I could get up and run away at any moment.
After a moment of crouching, I heard footsteps. I got goosebumps. The feeling of being watched intensified again. I wanted to cry and scream, but then she would notice me. I could hardly hold back my tears. Someone was approaching. Was it that girl? I saw that figure again out of the corner of my eye. It seemed like it had appeared out of nowhere. I felt like it was my end. I was terrified. I aimed the gun at her, I knew it would do no good, but I aimed anyway, hoping that I would succeed...
I heard footsteps. I didn't pay attention to it, I shot. I shot again and again. I shot senselessly for a few seconds. It didn't do anything. All the bullets flew through her. I knew that would happen. I told my parents to get out of town and run to another town that was far away from this one. They kept saying that we were safe. I knew from the beginning that we weren't.
I stood up and ran from the hiding place through the second door that led to the winery, miraculously avoiding D3L3T3D. Unfortunately, she suddenly appeared a few meters away from me. I knew this house very well. After all, I grew up here. I had played hide and seek with my friends in this basement many times, and in the hiding place behind the stove they could never find me.
I dashed through the winery and ran toward the stairs. I ran up them and ran. My breathing was rapid and my heart was pounding in my chest. I ran so fast I almost fell over. I opened the door and slammed it shut to give myself some time to find a hiding place and hide. It didn't work. I ran toward the living room and looked around for a hiding place. I had nowhere to hide. Finally she found me. She cornered me.
A dead end. I was standing in the corner. I had nowhere to run. She was standing about two meters in front of me and staring blankly. She looked like some kind of hologram, which was very unsettling. All I could do was aim the gun and try to shoot her, although I knew it would do no good. I had few bullets. Maybe only five left. The most important thing was that I had something. I was hoping for a miracle. I prayed that I would survive.
I aimed the gun at her again and started shooting. The bullets just flew through her like before. I kept shooting. She kept coming closer and closer. I was hoping the neighbors would hear my shots and call the police... I only have some neighbors and the others? Who knows, they're always under the influence, I don't know if they'll notice anything, and even if they did, they'd probably ignore it and go back to what they were doing before. It was hard, I kept shooting at her, not thinking about anything else. Finally it happened...
My heart was pounding as if it was about to fall out... Or someone was going to rip it out of me. I was crying, screaming, knowing that I had no chance. I had accepted that I would die. On the one hand, I wanted to survive, but that feeling disappeared immediately. I wanted to die. I had lost the will to escape. I didn't care how. I didn't care if I bled to death or if she finished me off. I waited patiently for death. Finally, she pulled out the knife and stuck it into the girl again. Blood was spurting in all directions. Soon, her clothes were completely stained with blood. The floor was decorated with fresh blood stains. Blood was constantly dripping from the wet red marks on the walls onto the already bloody floor...
She stared blankly as she yanked the knife out of my chest, laughing madly. It was obvious that I was bleeding out. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't compare it to anything. All I could do now was wait for death. I felt like I was having a hard time breathing. Despite the effort, my breathing seemed fast and labored... The pain seemed so intense that I wanted to die. I didn't want to suffer anymore. I didn't want to suffer anymore...
She stood there and judging by her facial expression it looked like it wasn't over yet. Shortly after that she swung the knife in her hand and plunged it hard into her heart.
I wanted to scream as loud as I could, but I couldn't... I knew that instead of a scream, only a quiet groan of pain would come out of my mouth, which no one would hear. After a few seconds of suffering, my eyes began to close involuntarily... I felt that death was approaching me. Then everything went black.
D3L3T3D ran the blade from her heart to her liver, then pulled it out of her dead body. Then she drove it hard into her left lung and drove it to her right kidney, in an "X" shape. Through the mark, you could see her severed organs. Then she started stabbing the body like crazy. Blood spurted everywhere, the wall next to her was full of bloody stains, and a crimson pool formed under her corpse. Eventually, it reached her eyes.
She stabbed the knife hard into the left eye. The eyeball poured out, and behind it appeared a long, bloody nerve. Blood was pouring everywhere. She pulled out the bloody knife, from which red drops were dripping, and stabbed it into the other eye, making a hole in it, from which a red substance was pouring. The corpse looked badly mangled. Blood covered the entire mutilated body, and on the chest there was a large scar, the shape of which resembled the letter "X". Fresh, still warm blood decorated the clothes.
There's only one last thing left - she whispered to herself, pulling a brush out of her skirt pocket. She dipped the tip into the engraved "X" so that it would soak up the blood. And that's great - she muttered, then laughed madly, painting the words "Deleted" on the girl's forehead.
D3L3T3D stared at the dead corpse with satisfaction. After a moment, she disappeared.
URGENT!!! ANOTHER REPORTED MURDER
More people have fallen victim to murder, a serial killer who is still hard to identify. The entire city is at risk! No exceptions!