- DISTORTION -

"(Before this starts I need to tell you a little about myself, am 14 I like playing Tower of Hell I have claustrophobia because of when i was little which I will explain in this story now back to the story.)"

[^The beginning of it all^]
"I always liked playing tower of hell because it never had any small spaces expect for sometimes. The reason I have such a fear of small spaces is when I was little I was accidentally pushed into a small body of water which is the reason am afraid. Wednesday afternoon I logged on but there was a weird message in tower of hell today it says” WARNING TO ALL TOWER OF HELL USERS NEW HACKER IS GOING TO HACK ANYONE WHO IS ACTIVE TONIGHT.” I didn’t think much of it I thought it was some hacker that hacked into tower of hell but everyone in the server was freaking out not even trying to win the game they say this “Well its not even going to even matter, the game will probably restart our progress.” I kept playing and it just struck midnight."

[^THE DISTORTION ^]
Suddenly the game starts to glitch and burns to a fiery flame as fierce as the night. The platform I was standing on was removed. I fell into a box with the same texture that the map was seconds ago there was a maze for me to complete. When i got to the end I was teleported me back to the end again. I tried again serval more times but it wasn’t going to end yet.

[^…….^]
I did it four more times still wasn’t letting me go. Until i teleported a room fulled of old paintings of children but it was odd, it was like I knew were these painting came from, suddenly it hit me. These were my childhood paintings I was starting to panic how do they know what my childhood drawings were!?!?!? I quickly turned off my laptop but my laptop was getting hotter and hotter. I ran to the freezer and put my laptop in there for a few minutes. After 5 minutes I took out but there was a message from an unknown person from roblox. I decided to ignore it because to much has been happening in just an hour or so. I logged out of roblox and watched some cats on YouTube for 4 hours until my mom came home. I decided not to tell her because she was already stressed keeping up with bills so I kept the drama to myself.

[^0NE M0RE MYSTERY^]
I watched the days go by like a cheetah. I was being hunted by my thoughts. Anger rolling down my face. Tears in my thoughts. The only thing hunting me wasn’t the trauma I had been through…. It was my inner distortion.