Horrifying Deep Web Stories "Why I Quit Hacking.." (Graphic) A Scary Hacker Story

Some people like to think that the Deep Web is a joke, it's not in any way, it's a place that some mediocre braggart should even think about stumbling upon, in fact I would tell even the most experienced

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s with some moral compass fiber. stay away from that place because it is a place that will scar you and leave you terrified of following the Cyber ​​​​Footprints left by someone else's Shadow ever again. I know this because I'm a

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or at least I used to be. I have been using computers since I was 12 years old. I had always been fascinated by the idea of ​​being a Cyber ​​Crusader determined to find the new Uncharted territories of the Internet.

I had gotten pretty good at using bits of software here and there and even got to the point where slow dial-up Internet crawling didn't even affect me anymore, especially when you knew which processes you wanted active and which ones you could afford to kill to increase the crawl speed of your PC; In other words, I had a pretty good experience. I had an idea of ​​what I was doing when I was 20 years old. I could safely and confidently consider myself an ace in

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. I could keep up with the best and had made a name for myself among many other nisons on the web.

In fact, I was among the few thousand who had managed to find the formula to hack the Google search bar so we could delve into the directories and get what we wanted to call our personal attack for having bought the rights to YouTube. and slapping content creators with copyright infringements left and right the early years of YouTube back then were not pretty. My channel was deleted several times due to Google's small purchase, but that's neither here nor there, this has nothing to do with the

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. I'm just giving you a little hi

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lesson, especially for all the younger Internet users, whoever was a hacker knew about the Deep Web, it had more or less the same purpose that most would speculate that drugs, weapons, illegal imports have today. , whatever and that place.

If it had been and is the gateway to what is known as the global black market, I had purchased some imported goods during that time and had a decent amount of drugs, it was about halfway through the first semester in my second year of school. . College was my time to get high almost constantly, so I was a regular customer of the digital black market. Most of my friends came to me to connect and I was always able to give them a good deal thanks to my frequent interactions with online sellers. To access the Deep Web you didn't have things like tourist browsers, back then to access the darker side of the Web you needed to know what you were doing.

Back then, Java was not as prevalent in browsers as it is today. Back then, it was often known as the dark web. I don't know when it moved to the

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web and I don't really care. I never know. Going back, I had just gotten some new gear for my computer, the CRT I had been using I finally gave up and after ordering a new monitor and some more RAM, I was pretty much ready to go. My plan was to try to trade in for a better sound card when I could afford it with the vendor I went to on the dark web and I was setting up to play a bit when I noticed I was getting an alert from one of my dark web friends saying they had tripped with something interesting: a series of black boxes that when opened, seemed to take you to another web directory, it was like making a tunnel, but it was vaster, knowing my curious nature, he had passed the information on to me knowing that I would want to keep track of this information.

I was one of the few lazy hackers in my circle. and Explorer mindlessly taking one path and then another and opening a door and seeing where it goes, most of the time you would find a treasure trove of information or a dead end, he hadn't cut any corners when he explained his entire beginning to me . Point out the different paths you had taken, how often you had reset your IP address every 30 to 45 seconds, the protocols you had used to cover your tracks and the level of encryption you had encountered with each box and how long it had taken. .

I got to the next one, seven boxes that he had come across and when I got to the seventh is where he was stuck. Challenge accepted. I quickly took a look at the data that ghost hacks and IP scramblers were already starting. I needed them to remove what was in front of me. Out of the way, in addition to being able to cover my ass with the new encryption I had created, I could connect to an existing IP address for 30 seconds before jumping to another, making it look like it had disappeared. This was great. in theory, but I forced my movements to be slow when it came to being able to get things done on my sad little Inspiron in 10 short minutes.

I was ready to go as he had shown me. I followed his path and activated my encryptions to keep myself safe while he wandered. From Parent Directory to Parent Directory, it didn't take me long to come across the first black box, just a basic encryption that took almost no time to open. Inside was a straight Dory with four different subdirectories. I knew the second link was where my friend went but my curiosity led me to choose the first one in about 3 minutes. I realized it was a dead end, so I quickly backtracked and headed to the main directory and decided I wouldn't deviate from its original path about halfway through.

Within an hour I went through the six black boxes I found in the seventh and realized that the encryption on this particular box was very different. Every hacker, no matter how good, leaves behind a small amount of information, you just have to know what to look for. I met my friend. I had been here and this is where I had gotten stuck this was a unique lock I knew it would take a bit of time to break the encryption it was a Thursday night I had finished my work early for a change and I wasn't called into work so I had time to kill now this box was a bit complicated.

I have never come across so many tedious things to break in my entire life. It was more annoying than a real challenge. A tug here, a tug there, slipping and dipping and moving all the different codes in an attempt to figure out what all this information entailed, but I wasn't allowed the luxury of lingering because the moment I was distracted from seeing and understanding what was exactly what I was swimming through, the encryption would take my breath away. It took me out of the box, forcing me to start over after another 45 minutes. I managed to break through and felt like I was sitting on top of the world, but the only problem was that I was in another directory again, except this time there was only one thing inside it was a redirect hyperlink labeled wtt MH.

I was so happy to know that I had broken the damn cipher that blocked this path that I didn't even stop to think and wonder what those letters meant like a plebe. I just clicked on the link and let it redirect me. My ghost was active, so I wasn't worried about being tracked. He did his thing and redirected me to another website. This site took a little longer to load, possibly because my ghost was trying to filter. and tunneling through anything that would have pinged me on someone's radar, this was also an indication that I had entered through a back door, one that I really had no right to use, but I did it anyway. when I was playing around on the dark web.

Edit the Pages back entry if you thought you were and didn't think you'd get caught or that you were the site admin. About 5 minutes later, the website finally loaded a soft, spooky carnival music playing in the background just above. the sound of a Whisperer even with headphones on I had to pay close attention to notice it on the other side of the window in big, bold letters that said Welcome to The Monkey House. I was immediately intrigued being the huge curtain rod fan that I am. I recognize the title. for what it was, but for anyone who read the short story collection, I assumed I was about to walk into a place full of rebels preaching on their soapboxes like they were Harrison Burgerin.

I wished that had been the case. I wanted it more than anything now that I think about it, a window appeared at the bottom right of the browser, a chat window and a greeting message. I'll never forget the way my heart almost shrunk in on itself in response to that gray box that said Welcome. to The Monkey House, home to every chill and thrill you can imagine, even beyond your wildest dreams. Would you like a guided tour despite my interest? I didn't want to stay in this place, most likely the host was inspecting the area and monitoring all traffic flows coming to the site.

Hell, the site owner might as well have been the one who sent me that automated message right then and there. No, thanks. I wrote. If you insist, do you already know the monkey house? Then no. I don't think I've seen you here before, no, a friend recommended me. I could not believe it. I just lied like that, but I panicked. Something told me he wasn't a robot. He was talking to a real person. and I already knew I was in the dark web that I normally got into. They could eat me alive if I gave them even one reason to suspect me.

His response. Oh, you mean for tonight's event we had given them guest vouchers? to all our VIP members so they could invite their friends to tonight's special event. What the hell was there an event? I decided to play along so as not to give myself away. Clearly I had stumbled across a members only site. the back door like he owns the place, yeah, that's it. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know how to get around and I don't see any guide links telling me where I should go or even where I can go. Well, you won't be able to see any of that with a guest coupon anyway.

The Monkey House is membership only and the only way to enter is through a coupon or an actual invitation. This explains why I didn't recognize your IP address, sweetheart. He fell into my stomach, oh, he could see my IP, which meant that if he didn't turn off my B code, they would see my IP changed right before his eyes panicked. I quickly opened the command prompt window and stopped my ghost from hashing my IP and connecting to someone else's when they pass inside my blocking zone. I stared at my list of now static IP addresses that indicated I was from Türkiye.

I see well, the event will start soon, just follow this link when you are ready. Chat is free, but the image quality will be reduced to SD resolution since you are just a guest HD is for members only I understand basic etiquette applies you will receive a warning and then be banned you can leave before the event is over concluded, but your IP will be permanently blocked from retrieving entry unless you can obtain a personal invitation to return to The Monkey House. Your IP has been recorded for future reference so that we can extend the invitation to you in the future.

We will not be responsible for any physical, emotional or psychological trauma you may incur due to attending the event, do you understand the rules? So yes, I understand perfectly well, as stated above, just click on the link I provided and it will take you directly to where the event is taking place. was taking place thank you for coming and enjoying the show the window disappeared from my screen and all I could do was look at the website the dark carnival music continued to play softly in the background a ticker flashed at the top of my screen announcing that the event would take place in just a few minutes.

I suspected they were still monitoring me, so I clicked on a link and it redirected me to another page where a

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was drawn of a stage with red velvet curtains and ambient sounds you'd normally hear. I heard in a theater the whispers of the audience shuffling programs and you could even hear a person coughing from time to time. I was impressed that they had certainly gone all out for this, whatever it was, with about 10 minutes left until launch. Another window appeared on my screen, this time larger than the first, and different screen names began to appear inside as people entered the room.

It was clearly a group chat window that would allow us all to talk to each other while the show started, some people immediately conveyed greetings as if they were meeting old friends for the game and drinking a beer. I hadn't chosen a username yet and it remained the default anonymous 10235 or whatever number was at the end. A soft p Pio sound was heard and we saw the animated curtains open and behind them was a video screen most likely connected to some live feed, the camera was off and the feed was offline as indicated in the top right corner of the window. was clear in the chat and everyone discussed what the event would be about, it must have been aunderstood rule not to talk in detail about what had been previously shown in another session since no one dared to give clues or talk blatantly about what they had seen before, this was crazy, I was afraid before I had even done anything, no Nothing was happening and I felt extremely nervous, that should have been my first sign that I needed to get out of there, but I still hadn't said anything. someone noticed that I don't hear either, you think Anon left AFK.

I stood with my eyes wide open looking at the screen, I don't know, Ana, my stupid mouth. A hail of messages flooded the chat, mostly people counting the seconds as we reached the right one. minute, the Mark A Time ticker appeared over the stage-mounted video window, as it reached 30 seconds, they went from white to pink and then a shade of red that grew darker as the numbers slowly decreased to one , the zero turned completely blood red and then disappeared from the screen as static appeared in the video frame the show was about to begin a person with a mask appeared on the screen The Mask a white porcelain with a pair of painted blue eyes and a twisted black smile that spread across the bottom of them, his wild, tangled hair stuck out around the edges of the mask, the rest hidden by a silk top hat, he was dressed to the nines in

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red and black.

Three-piece suit and half a cap on one of his shoulders. He held a long black cane with a silver skull on the top of the handle as decoration. Good evening to you ladies and gentlemen, to all returning members. It's a pleasure to see them. Again, as for all newcomers, I welcome you to The Monkey House. I am your host, Hans Twilight, the ring leader of this humble little Carnival of mine. I couldn't help but laugh a little feeling some of my anxiety melt away. Watching it, I had been so concerned about a secondary phenomenon like this jovial music playing in the background of the video and I sat back in my chair silently complaining about getting so angry over nothing, we have a very special treat in store for all of you tonight , are you ready for this little show of ours to begin?

The chat room was soon flooded with messages confirming that they were indeed ready. Hans seemed to be looking to the right, where the window was, and giggled. Rolling the cane between his two leather-gloved hands, he leaned a little closer towards the camera and tilted his head nicely to the side, letting the show begin, he walked away from the screen giving a wide flourish with his cane as He then headed to an area behind him where it was too dark to see anything until a light on the ceiling came on. Illuminating a man tied to a table wearing an elephant mask, he struggled against the leather straps binding him just as a buzzer saw roared to life. space between her legs by her ankles clapping could be heard on the video, something I had assumed and hoped was just an audio track playing in response, the chat was going crazy with excitement as my heart sank in my mouth. from my stomach when I realized. of what was happening hitting me I immediately covered my mouth with my hands oh my god starting the night we have Ringo ladies and gentlemen you all cast your votes last week and we held a little competition to see who would be the executioner This week's winner, Trixie.

Mir 571, you are this week's winner and you can choose how each of our three attractions will die. Your entry, death by table saw is what helped you win the competition, so here it is. I watched as that same name on the screen began to be typed happily. screams and everyone else congratulated her, everyone except me, no one cared about the muffled screams of the man tied to the table, I saw what happens to these people. She was sitting there, literally watching as Trixie typed more things into the chat window. I told myself that this wasn't real, that this couldn't be real, but when Trixie wrote that she wanted the man to slowly advance toward the mountain range, it became horribly clear that this was real.

Two men unbuckled his straps and the Elephant Man immediately began to fight them. Sly, the other boys were bigger and stronger than him, each holding onto his respective wrists and ankles, their screams began to rise as his legs spread and arms raised upward above him, the sound of blades cutting through him. the humans. Meat is no different than the sound of a butcher cutting a piece of meat. The buzzing of the saw intensified as soon as it made contact, and the spray of blood that followed made me turn my head and cover my mouth. The elephant man's screams were now a high-pitched screech and if he hadn't been so afraid of vomiting he would have used both hands to cover my ears, so I was greeted by the sounds of death as he closed his eyes.

I couldn't look, I just could. But the sound of flesh being cut through Bones' crunch and the gush of blood mixed with the horrible sounds of him screaming would be forever etched in my mind. I ignored these sick bastards in the chat room because they were clearly all getting their stones. In this during my time moving around in the dark web I had heard rumors about things like this, these Twisted shows with nothing but horrible people and guaranteed deaths for their victims, each member paid monthly fees or some other and the worst part was that the general The public wanted more, they paid to see people tortured and killed and then cast aside without a care in the world.

It was a murder. It felt like forever. In that place only silence remained. The audience applause track played again along with the dark carnival music. It wasn't until I opened my eyes to look at my computer screen that I realized I had been crying. Never in my 20 years of life have I experienced something so messy. I was that young man who had grown up believing in good. in all of them, all people deserved a second chance, not these guys, they all needed to be thrown into a nuclear waste area and left to their fate, every single one of them, but I couldn't report them.

I didn't threaten to tell the police that it would have been nothing for one of those guys on their team or even for the host of the actual view to look at my static IP and realize that he was actually taking advantage of someone else and without a way to escape from them. I zeroed in on my real IP address and

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e possibly got chased. Actually, there was no scratch of being chased. I tried

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ting the browser just to get out of that nightmare where my browser wouldn't close even by hard killing. via task manager did something, some kind of script on the site was preventing me and everyone else from closing the browser we were stuck in, we couldn't get out, I couldn't get out right, that was certainly colorful.

So let's get Bridget out now, the next victim was brought out, a young woman wearing a tiger mask, she was sitting in a clawfoot tub filled with water, a live battery and a jumper cable situated on a nearby table, no , no, no, not me. I do not care anymore. I couldn't watch another second of this. I activated my command prompt. I was going to remove these scripts one at a time if necessary. I just needed to make enough of a hole to get out of it. exit and close it behind me, since I assumed I was the only one trying to exit, so a couple of scripts dying here and there wouldn't attract any unwanted attention to me the same second I killed a script and a separate chat.

A window appeared on my screen. I've been waiting for you to make your move. My mouth went dry almost instantly. My hands froze as they hovered over the keyboard. No, they couldn't have realized that it was just some insignificant basic code that didn't affect any of the scripts on the current page, it was just silent background coding. I decided to play dumb, what are you talking about? You think I don't know a ghost hacker when I see one? Damn, he had been so careless. I knew it was. I should never have let my curiosity get the better of me.

I'll give you some credit, although I know you're not in Turkey, but now you're doing a fantastic job diverting me from your real country. I was afraid. I was terrified. This person was trying to open a crack in the only protective shield he had in this place. If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have bothered making my IP static in the first place, my forwarding sequence. It would only be successful for a while before it finally wore off and I was discovered. This was the first time I had encountered another hacker with malicious intentions against me.

I didn't know what to expect or what would come from me the moment I did it. he was caught but I didn't care anymore without blinking, I reached behind my equipment and released the machine's power cord, my screen went dark and the carnival music was no more. I didn't waste another second getting my tools out. I began dismantling my tower, nearly ripping parts off the machine before dumping memory cards and various other components into the bathroom sink. I poured them into the sink without a second thought, went back to my room, grabbed a handful of refrigerator magnets, and started passing them around.

Everything that had been inside my rig, my roommate came in just as I was removing the casing from my rig to the bare minimum and when she asked me what I was doing, I told her it was best for her to stay out of it, isn't it? . She would have told him anyway that it's safe to assume I ripped eternal life out of my machine. It is also safe to assume that for the next 6 months I did not go near any computer that was not part of campus property and outside of my school email. I deleted all my previous emails and Messenger names, even those dating back to secondary school.

I did everything I could to erase my existence from the internet world for a while and stopped being a hacker altogether. I hadn't even done it. letting any of my contacts know that I was going offline maybe it was better for them not to know. I never told my friend that I made it through that last black box that I still don't have, even after all these years. I don't know if that place is still running or not or if after 8 years the manager finally had enough and threw it all in the trash. To tell the truth, I don't want to know either.

I got one thing out of that experience and I asked for it for the rest of my life. I never saw a message addressed to me saying welcome to The Monkey House.