Monday, July 18, 2011

Miss Beckie Louise Week 61: The Haunted Website

Miss Beckie Louise

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Miss Beckie Louise's Choice: Both

The Haunted Website

I knocked on his door and he gave me permission to enter. I saw him sitting at his desk with his computer on.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked. My brother had been hiding in his room for a few hours and I was getting worried.

“Yeah, I'm fine, thanks sis,” he replied.

I nodded. “Good.”

I walked over to his bed and sat down. I loved to sit on his bed, it was really comfortable. I bounced on it a few times before I stopped. My fun had ended. I saw my brother's face go really pale.

“Em, what's wrong? You've gone really pale,” I said, panicking slightly. I had never seen him like this. He turned to me and shook a finger at the screen. I looked at his computer and I didn't see anything that would cause him to react like this. “What? I can't see anything out of the ordinary.”

“B-But it was there. Honest!” He started to get agitated, his finger still pointing shakily at the screen.

“What was? Em?”

“A picture, I can't describe it, but it was so scary!” he exclaimed. I was in shock. Em was the “big guy.” He didn't ever find anything scary. He could watch the scariest film and not even flinch in fright.

I looked at his screen again, trying to see what it was that scared my brother. All I could see was Facebook.

Then, suddenly. I screamed. A flash of a picture appeared on the screen. Within a few seconds it was gone. It was two bodies that were mangled and the flesh looked like it was ripped away from the bones. The picture appeared once more and I looked even more closely. It looked like... like us.

“Em. Please tell me that that isn't us!” I screamed at him and pointed to the picture on his computer.

“I-I can't.”

I screamed even more shrilly than last time. I didn't know if it was a good thing that my parents were out at the time or not.

Em grabbed hold of me and he pulled me up to the head of his bed. We cuddled, shaking due to the pictures we saw. I couldn't close my eyes for even a second. All I could see were the pictures in the back of my mind. It was horrifying.

I shook in Em's arms. I couldn't deal with the pictures. I was so scared. Em was too, which ultimately made the bed shake. I kept my eyes off the computer but looked up around the room, where I caught a glimpse of the dreaded screen at the back of my eye. It was a picture. A picture that filled the entire page.

It was a big picture. With a key and multiple red objects that looked like flowers and also the word “Amour.”

“The key to my heart,” I whispered. I looked at Em who was staring at me, mouth gaping.

“What?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Why did you say the key to my heart?”

I looked at him.

“That's what the picture means. The key to my heart.”

“What picture?” Em asked.

“That one,” I told him and pointed to the computer screen.

“I can't see one other than my facebook page.”

I looked back at the screen and there it was.

“It's still there.”

“I can't see it, Alice.”

“But it's there!” My voice shook. This was getting scary. First the pictures of Emmett and me and now this. The picture only I can see.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, my body shaking in sobs as tears fell rapidly down my face. Em knelt before me and pulled me into his arms.

“Why Em? Why can I see this picture and you can't? What does it mean? I don't understand it.”

He kissed the top of my head before rocking me slowly, “I don't know Al, I really don't know.”

We stayed there on the floor for a while. We broke apart because we heard keys rattle in the door. We looked at each other, fear showing in our eyes as it could be anything else to add to this nightmare we were in.

“Hello?” Our mother shouted.

We looked at each other, relief showing in our eyes.

“MOM!” We shouted and all but jumped up and ran out of the room and down the stairs. We tackled her and gave her the biggest hug we could muster.

“What's all this?” she asked gasping for breath.

“Something scary Mom. I don't know if its Em's computer or not but it kept showing horrifying pictures, and then a picture that only I could see came up, and it was so scary. I thought I was going insane,” I rattled out.

Mom grabbed hold of me and rocked me.

“Aw, my darling. You're fine; you're safe,” she repeated over and over which calmed me down immediately.

A few days later, I was watching the news with mom in the front room when breaking news showed up.

“Breaking news ladies and gentlemen. There is news of what police are calling the “website horror.” Social Networking site Facebook has reported that users are failing to log-in to their account because horrific pictures are appearing on screen.

“Facebook administrators have confirmed that this is a virus that is meant to scare users into not wanting to return to their site. Members have been shown pictures of them and their friends or family dead and some users have claimed of pictures which others cannot see.

“Police are urging all users not to return to the facebook website until this virus has been deleted. The administrators are doing all they can to return facebook to its original state before letting anybody else use the website.

“In other news....”

I stopped listening to what was being said and breathed a sigh of relief.

So it wasn't just me who could see that picture. Or something similar. I am never getting a facebook account. Not after this. I don't care if they are popular. I can't wait to tell Em!

I jumped off my seat and ran to find Emmett. I found him in his room. Just like the picture, his skeleton on the floor, the flesh ripped off of him.

I screamed. “EMMETT!!!!!!!!!!”