Delayed Chat

I used to have an account that was rather old. In the game, I always played with my friends. But there was a strange occurrence that occurred to me.

Part 1 - Start
I was playing one of those classic roleplaying games where you can transform into a baby and give yourself a name. People were engaging in their roleplays throughout the game. The majority of the time, folks were conversing with their friends. My friends had also joined, and I was happy, so I said "Hi!".

My friends answered with another greeting after I had done speaking about that. We were having a good time when we came upon a home. As a result, we bought it and went in. However, things were strange. We'd hear someone strolling about the house and attempt to figure out where the noise was coming from. We disregarded it since we assumed it was just background noise.

Following that, we'd see those dialogue boxes (the one with the question mark) and go there, only to discover nothing. It happened only in that place.

Every server we visited in that game, the home was always there, waiting to be purchased; in fact, it appeared as if they were waiting for us !

Part 2 - Middle
So one of my friends made a new account, and the house was still waiting to be bought. She recorded it, but she wasn't able to capture the entire scene since she was called by her mother. But she also told me something odd : whenever she walked downstairs, she'd ask her mother why she was calling, and her mother would be puzzled. She heard footsteps but no one came into the room when she didn't go downstairs.

As a result, I decided to conduct my own research. The game's creator was a well-known member of the ROBLOX community, and he was exclusively recognised for that game. Exploiters duplicated that game as well, so I went to those stolen games (I picked one with at least 10 people) and saw that the house had been owned. It was confusing. If others couldn't purchase a house in a game, and if an exploiter copied that game, shouldn't the scripts be cloned as well, so that everyone may experience it?

I informed my pals about it, but the things I've discussed were erroneous. As a result, I went on the internet. It was all OK. It was fine for me to browse tabs and search random queries on Google. So, what's the deal with the error ? It's worth noting that I attempted to talk about other things as well, and it worked.

I met up with her to chat about what had happened since my online friends were also my real-life friends.

I brought my iPad, and it looks that she is connected to the web. In the home, I rang the bell, but no one answered. I looked inside the house and saw that it was dark, so how could she be online if she wasn't at home?

When I asked her about it, she said she was on vacation with her parents. I saw that her family was frequently on the go. As a result, I just dismissed the experience as a coincidence.

Meanwhile, I got the bright idea of chatting with her on Discord, but the same thing happened, and it displayed an error.

I spent approximately a month investigating and just played ROBLOX when I needed a break. The developer, it turns out, isn't on any other website besides ROBLOX. And it appears that he lives at _____ street, That's only around 10 kilometres from where I live!

I looked it up on the old Google Maps and discovered that the address pointed to an empty house.

Part 3 - End
Something was odd here, I sensed with a shiver down my spine. We never got on the road, despite the fact that the location felt familiar. When I asked my mother about it, she told me that she and a colleague used to reside in that house. She also stated that she just spent her college years there. I was worried.

My suspicions were confirmed until she informed me that it was also supper time, and there was no more time to explain. I pretended to be sleeping at night as my mother slept in the other room. So I did some research on the road and found some information. It looks that I have received my response.

The headline read, "Young Boy, 13, Dies Of Blood Loss In His Own Bedroom." I clicked on the link and began gathering information. His mother informed the television anchor that he died of ______ and that he had a brilliant mind. Not only that, but his mother also said that he was being bullied while pursuing his dream of being a game designer. He was also a top student in the class, and despite his age, he was renowned as a technical genius.

I returned to the game and discovered the house. My friend also joined, but we got into a fight because of my extended absence. The chat, on the other hand, was delayed for me.

She was the winner in the argument, and she called me a bitter loser. A bloated swine and a fake friend. I wept, but it didn't stop me from looking into it. I went into the kitchen and glanced at the bookcases. There were schoolbooks and psychological books, as well as a book called "Computer Science for Nerds."

I was going to start chatting about it when it got delayed again. The chat was then displayed after practically everyone had left. Someone came in and spoke with a sophisticated vocabulary. He assured me that if I went to sleep, I would be secure. How did he figure out I was pretending to be asleep? He also said he was looking out my window.

I countered it by asking him about my address, which he provided. I ran downstairs because I was afraid. But that was a screwup. I couldn't see since it was so dark. I heard a knock, but my foot was grabbed by a chilly hand. As a result, I hurried upstairs and into my room. I wrapped myself under a blanket to stay comfortable. I turned off my iPad and closed the blinds on the window when I felt safe. I took one last look around and noticed a shadow figure waving at me, menacingly.

 THE END 

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