Summoned

Introduction
I generally don't like connecting the stories I make, although it is obvious that a common source of all fear is present in roblox. Multiple icons of horror can dig their way into the system of roblox, pick out the users they find themselves entertained with torturing and leave satisfied with their actions when complete. I've come across many upon many of the entities slithering under the radar undetected by most of this game. It seems they often attack when darkness strikes, which is to be expected in order for them to do less work. I'm a little tired from the day and sometimes begin to develop paranoia at the time darkness falls. The chilling silence and lack of light is a breeding ground for them, exploited by the ruler and director of all darkness himself.

Nothing that I previously have experienced has yet to compare to this and I have seen quite a lot. I'm surprised I can even continue living with the memories, although roblox nightmares are weaker variations of mental scarring potentials. At this point I am willing to recognize that Roblox is but a simple tool they use to chisel there way to our minds and our lives. I can compare this to internet safety, which I'm sure everyone has been warned of by now. Sharing personal information may result in dangers to one's real life, a common law of any social networking. Really, if one is desperate enough to abduct (And this is the sad reality) a child, they could hack their way in anyways. It is constantly updated to remain harder, but there can easily be instances of this occurring. My inspiration for saying this comes from a forum post I read last night that spoke of this exact scenario. A user reported that they were being stalked and black-mailed by another user. Looking at the supposed predators profile, I wouldn't have been surprised if this was truthful. I am being completely sincere, as this happens too many times. This relates to the sharing personal information. This continues to demonstrate how anything, supernatural or not, may infiltrate the lives of others. Their lifestyle was in a shroud of false safety, shattered, then destroyed. Hopefully this won't happen to you.

I'm willing to confess that I'll soon collapse too. Since I have cheated death provided by the persistent monsters multiple times, I may have begun to develop a name according to them. In case you're confused about who 'They' are, well I have reason to believe they are who I've entitled the Shadow Group. I wrote about them months ago and I thought I knew everything to know about them. What I didn't understand was their size, as they're much larger than I ever could have imagined. Some of the other tales written by other authors may involve their demonic infantry. They consist of mortals as well as disturbed spirits of this planet. They do not ever have an end and they will not stop coming for those who survive their onslaught. Basically, when you are targeted by them you are guaranteed a death by their hands. Usually there is no particular reason by which they shall attack, aside from their own devilish desires. In my case, they convinced me that it was my own fault for their presence in my life, until it finally occurred to me that they simply abused my immaturity to identify me as young of age. They knew I would be easy to destroy.

Perhaps I'm going off to no rational direction with this, and I apologize for writing such a wall of words. There is a large depth going into my vast story and its even split up into three parts, excluding this introduction. I needed this section in order to give you a visual on who the enemies are, and how they act based on what I've already experienced. Every time I'm forced against them, my probability of escaping alive is decreased from the time before. Again, this is the largest story you will read on this wiki. My story exposes the very strength and severity of the beasts shredding apart the code in order to find you. To hurt you. To end you.

Part 1: Awake
It was December, a few days post Christmas. I had begun to feel ill with some mild bronchitis or a possible sinus infection. It wasn't ever really corroborated, but whatever it was, it had really ruined the joyful reason. At this point, my throat had felt incredibly painful and sore. This is the most noticeable of indicators leading one into the realization that they have a common cold or are sick one way or another. I knew this very well, as this was an annoyance and a distraction from day to day life. I couldn't enjoy my usual hobbies for my time off. I also couldn't focus on doing any kinds of work for school that would be due on the day we returned (I hate that they had to assign any to begin with.) The only thing that satisfied me was laying about and playing games.

This illness hadn't even begun yet, I soon found out to my disliking. The usual cycle of a cold started with the throat, then you start feeling inflamed in the nose, then the coughing. Oh, how dreadful it was! There is no easy way to emphasize how sluggish of a holiday season this became. Family gatherings were of lesser appreciation since I had no energy, couldn't breath, and felt guilty about spreading my germs. I soon began to feel clogged in my ears, a somewhat common sensation that was a result of my unnamed illness and sometimes can happen by elevation change too. That feeling really irritated me, it was nearly impossible to rid myself of it. Soon, this was the highlight of my cold. My cough sounded as if I had bronchitis, but was sporadic. This vacuum like feeling in my ear was ceaseless and soon began to hurt. I feared an ear infection, which really made no sense along with the other concerns I was suffering with. I was really starting to lose sleep over this whole deal too. I was laying there, awake, and almost deafened with a throbbing pain in my head.

Soon, I finally was drifting off to sleep when I hear in my head a buzzing sound. It was vague, but just vibrant enough to keep me awake. There I lay for some nights in a row, awake. This lack of sleep increased as the nights passed and I was soon very exhausted a week after Christmas. I suppose I managed to conceal this well though, for at least I was questioned not by my household. There aren't really many people who understand my war with the demons on the battlefield of roblox. I don't mind at all, better to not drag my real life relationships into this. I still had this loud, dry cough that still insists I had bronchitis along with my ear acting unnaturally. You may still ask why I didn't complain about this strange syndrome. I may answer with the argument that it escalated most when I had no energy to think straight. I couldn't function properly, but I also wasn't in enough pain for me to bother mentioning it. The inconsistent cough and minor ear throbbing was nothing, although the severity of the current insomnia was debatable. My only hopes were that it'd move on before the vacation completed after New Year's.

I'll go out of my way in admitting that everything major had subsided by the time I was hoping it would, but I was put through a lot more than I'd expected. It was no longer just a standard cold, it was some kind of summoning. On the first night I lay wide awake with no rest at all, the buzzing began to crescendo to an unbearable frequency. Tears formed in my eyes due to the sound that would never pause. It had struck in intervals prior to this sad night, but now it was relentless. It was a burning vibration that was the only sound I could hear and expect to hear. But suddenly everything stopped. There was a dead silence to the point where my fears transitioned to me being convinced I had become deaf. I glanced at my alarm clock to my right, but the red numbers were flashing at 2:38. This meant that the power was out, or had been out. Since there was absolutely no sound, I figured the power remained out. I had never heard the shutdown sequence since the buzzing blocked everything else out. I was so very pleased that there was nothing to hear but my own thoughts again, so I could fade away into the deepest of sleeps.

I couldn't. Out of nowhere, my thoughts turned into shaded screams. This is yet another unfamiliar comprehension of yours, but occurs based on the cycle of falling to sleep. I usually miss this step in my consciousness, but occasionally I hear it. One can estimate that my mind made up sounds to balance the lack of it in my surroundings. What I didn't expect to hear up front was a subtle hinting of electronics. In the background of these flying thoughts was the sound of a computer booting up. Finally we're moving to the roblox part of this story, we are. For I heard the sounds my computer makes, with its wheezing exhales of heat and internal sound effects software. Then, a whispering chill of a voice hiding in the rest of the illegible uproar of thoughts. As unclear and confused it is to picture, I hear my own thoughts demanding that I go to the computer. That of which I had no I start it and go to roblox. This was the middle of the night though and I was too tired to roll out of bed. It was odd, and even then I was beginning to suspect I was to play another round with them. This is taking place after all of the other stories written before this point, as developed by me. I already began to form my theories.

This was a new game though, for it seemed the monster of my "Dread Run" creepypasta was not the one responsible for this. There was some kind of plan in the makings, one in which I had no choice but to follow since I became ill at the wrong time. I hadn't the prerogative of any hopes of resisting. I collapsed into sleep here and there, which was still off according to my normal ability to sleep. The whisperings were still in the background tormenting me. The power may have been off, but surely the other worldy powers of hell have intelligence on manipulating our world. I survived the night, but my demonic friend of no name, the buzzing, decided to harm my welfare during the day. I knew it wouldn't leave me be. I knew that I'd get nowhere without stepping back first. The next night they returned, the influencing demons in my head. They had fled during the day and I knew they wanted me to play at night. I hadn't any choice. I would continue to be tired with my head throbbing every day until I'd meet my end with exhaustion. I had to gather myself up and meet with them, communicating through the underside of roblox.

The second night came and in this package was the whispering and buzzing. I lay there in anticipation to know everyone else slept. I had to be careful, or else my trial would be negated by another's discovery of me in the depressing darkness. The computer quickly lighted up. It felt as though the artificial storage of this machine knew what was to occur. The internet itself was rapid due to the lack of users in my area. The only ones on were my anonymous semi-nocturnal companions I would never meet. They wouldn't know what would occur to me or think of it either. I logged into the computer. On my desktop there was an open notepad document that read "You know where to go." It is obvious, for the Shadow Group is based primarily on games. In this case, it was to be Roblox. This whole situation, this whole nightmare I went through, was like being black mailed. I had signed a deal with the demons in blood, a deal taking place electronically. They maintain their position in roblox to await me. I log into my account and the text that greets you when you're successfully in was the most unwelcoming part. I had one message.

Part 2: Instructions
The message entitled "Welcome" came from "Us," an impossible user name since your name must be at least 3 characters. The character was completely dark, just used to fill space and be as blank as ever. The text color wasn't black either, it was a dark bloody red. It read, "We will invite you to a party. You will join. Anything that does not follow our instructions will penalize you when our game begins."

For what felt like an eternity I was there, frantic but motionless, waiting for the party invitation to filter through my connection. I didn't like to think what this entire game of theirs that they planned was. I looked around confused for a moment. In the blink of an eye I was beginning to doubt everything I saw and did leading up to this. Had I gone completely insane? Really this was an intelligent question, for I had dealt with the most chilling but irrational nonsense of anyone. Here I was, up in the middle of the night on a computer believing that demons were after just one stupid human. I was at a loss for words against myself. The party invite I was just informed about appeared. With no eternal consideration of this, I clicked to accept the invite and communicate with them on roblox.

I still hadn't the slightest clue of what I was doing. I was logged in and present inside a party, except there was nothing in this isolated chat room but me. I typed in a "Hello?" with mild bravery, for I was tired and wanted this subduing irritation pressured upon me by them to cease.

(More to come.)