The Truth About Google Plus
Let me start off with a warning. Playing around with things you don't understand can ruin you for life.
You risk your lives for the sake of a thrill; say Bloody Mary three times, summon Satan, watch satanic videos or even type numbers you know will eat away at you.
A few months ago I typed the number "666" in hopes of finding a community on Google+ to troll. What I found instead was disturbing.
At first everything seemed normal. Normal users, normal text, pictures, stuff like that. People spoke of expected things like blood and devil worship. But I found that, over time, the users faces were falling apart; they looked like melting plastic. Each face swirled faster and faster, looking upon me with eyes of evil intent. They laughed, they cried in torture, they moaned in loud tones and grumbled on in a language I couldn't understand. I should have turned off the computer long before, but I was compelled by fear and kept watching. But I wasn't just watching anymore; from the computer came a foul odor almost like a family of dead bodies rotting away in a dumpster. My gut felt like it just about hit the floor as my heart twisted into knots. My entire body became covered in goose bumps. I wanted badly to scream but I was too damn scared to even try it. I honestly terrified at the thought that maybe some demented being would just pull me into the computer and I'd be trapped in a literal online hell.
The screen flashed from it's normal white to black and even the notification's bell seemed to lose it's friendliness.
I clicked on the screen like a mad man and finally tried turning it off but nothing came of it. Instead the black screen continued on it's disturbing path and the bell became more and more sadistic. A sort of deep, murmured, scrambled voice could be heard which made me vomit chunks of my dinner all over the keyboard. The harder I tried to escape, the deeper I fell. I may not have understood technology, but I knew enough to understand that this wasn't okay. Trembling, I dared myself to get up and took the computer outside to the dumpster and never saw it again.
I've not been the same since that evening. Every single night I dream about what took place and it's always the same scene. Nothing dramatized, nothing edited. Fortunately, the community has since been reported and removed from Google +.