LATERICIUS

Not long ago, I found out about a creepy-looking ROBLOX user known as LATERICIUS. I interviewed a few other players who came into contact with this user, and it turns out that there's a darker story behind the account. On this page, I'm going to be sharing with you what the players said happened when they encountered LATERICIUS. However, instead of using the classic format used to present a conversation, I asked them to write a short story. That way, they'll be able to go into detail.

First Encounter - Chatting
I'm going to be keeping my name anonymous, due to an accident that occurred during the event I will be sharing with you. A few weeks ago, I received multiple friend requests from a peculiar-looking ROBLOX user. He went by the username, "LATERICIUS", and had a pretty basic-looking avatar. It consisted of a blocky gray head, a red-and-black fedora, and black apparel. At the time, I was the type of player who'd accept any friend request I received, due to the fact that I'd never end up interacting with them anyways. So, as you can imagine, I accepted the friend requests this user had sent me without hesitation. And as I'd expected, nothing else happened that day. I thought nothing more of the player. The next day, however, was a little different. I logged onto my ROBLOX account to see that I had a new message; It was from LATERICIUS. Intrigued, I checked the Menu chat. Odd… I thought to myself. He sent me a poem.

Roses are red.

So are brick walls.

Something is coming.

It happens this Fall.

This unsettled me, as I hadn’t expected someone to send me a message, much less a vague and foreboding rhyme. I waited to see if the user was going to say anything more, but he didn’t. So instead, I took a screenshot of the texts and shared it with a Discord friend. They replied immediately, saying, “Creepy”. I responded with “IKR” and closed the tab. I had only left the ROBLOX page for a few moments before LATERICIUS sent me his next poem:

Roses are red.

The leaves are dark green.

Beneath the veil of time

Lies a creature unseen.

I was uncertain as to what this user was trying to say, or why they were saying it through rhyming. Confused, I replied to the user. “What?” I said. A strange feeling of anxiety was building up inside of me. I awaited a response for several minutes, but the weird player didn’t type anything else. I was intrigued by this person, so I decided to check out their profile. Nothing was too weird about their profile - in fact, it looked like LATERICIUS had only joined ROBLOX a few days prior. However, their description and status confused me to a greater extent. Their current status read, “I have been quiet for decades. Now, may I speak?” It was rare to come across a user who wasn’t younger than thirteen in ROBLOX. However, his status made it seem like he’d been alive for much longer. This sparked my interest even further. His description was only one sentence, which sent a chill down my spine: Remember to silence your victim. I thought about this for a moment. Does he mean… literally? I asked myself. I considered the possibility of this player being a murderer, or a kidnapper, perhaps. When I thought about it, it seemed ridiculous. A murderer playing ROBLOX? What are the chances? I closed the game and opened YouTube, where the thought of LATERICIUS would soon drift off my mind. I didn’t hear from the user for the remainder of the day; It was only at 2:50 in the morning when I received another notification from ROBLOX. I jolted awake, my body drenched in sweat. I still can’t remember what nightmare I had that woke me, but what I can remember is that my phone vibrated as soon as I sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I grabbed my phone from off the nightstand. It was yet another message from the strange user, LATERICIUS. Dread churning in the pit of my stomach, I checked the Menu chat. I wasn’t surprised when I saw that he had sent me another rhyme.

Dried blood is lateritious.

Fresh roses are bright red.

Continue on this path of reading

And I’ll end up inside your head.

At this point, the “poem” appeared to be more of a threat than a few sentences. What did he mean by, “I’ll end up inside your head”? I was certain that there was some deeper meaning to what this user was saying -- or was there? I put my phone down, yawning. I decided that I would go back to sleep and investigate the player the next day, which was a school day. I fell back asleep as suddenly as I awoke, falling back into unconsciousness. I've always considered myself lucky because I've never had issues sleeping. However, on this night, I started awake again only a half-hour later. I felt sick to my stomach, and I wasn't sure why. There stinging pain in my hand, and I looked down at it. To my dismay, there was a red, burning mark on my palm, shaped like a curved rectangle. Frightened, I gripped my hand and darted into my parents' bedroom, where I would spend the rest of the night. I'm not currently sure whether this had to do with the LATERICIUS player or not, but the next day at school was abnormally unlucky. During my first period, we were required to take a test in which I failed. I bumped into a few of the most infamous bullies in the school. I dropped my lunch and spilled food everywhere. I was even sent home early for some unknown reason. And, the worst part was that my friend wasn't even there to brighten my mood. When I returned home, my parents were furious with me. I was sent upstairs to my room, where I had left my phone the night before. I saw that there was a new message from LATERICIUS popped up on my phone, so I decided to check it out. It read:

No caution you did take.

No warning have you read.

And thanks to your own actions

Your best friend is now dead.

My heart sunk as I read that last line. My friend hadn't been at school today; He was right. I then thought about the pain in my palm. I held up my hand, and all I could do was stare. The red, rectangular mark wasn't a square-shaped burn at all -- it was the result of tightly gripping a knife handle. The grooves in the surface matched perfectly with one of the large, silver knives in the kitchen. I was filled to the brim with horror and guilt; Had I killed my friend? I had to check the kitchen to see if a knife had been moved. I quickly made my way there, making sure my parents wouldn't see me. I was left aghast as I realized that a knife was missing from the collection. My pocket felt heavy, but I didn't dare look down. I realized why I had been suspended from school -- I had been visibly carrying a large knife. I thought about how I could've retrieved a knife, and then I remembered waking up multiple times the night prior. Had I been sleepwalking? I doubt it. I ran back up to my room, eyes stinging with tears. As soon as I entered the room, my phone vibrated with another text from LATERICIUS. At this point, I wasn’t inclined to interact with that player at all. I blamed him for what had happened; I blamed him for everything. There was something about that user that felt off, like there wasn’t an actual person behind the account. But, I couldn’t stop my curiosity from getting the better of me. I snatched my phone and read the user’s new message, which, to my surprise, wasn’t a poem at all. It was a smiley face. This is a warning to those who come into contact with LATERICIUS: Whatever you do, don't accept his friend requests. Somehow, I think he was able to make me do those things. Now, whenever I talk about this player, I prefer to call him "The Poet", as a reference to his talking pattern. The moral of this story is this: Please, be careful when accepting online friend requests, especially from questionable accounts. This goes as a warning for more than just ROBLOX -- on any social media platform, be cautious.