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I remember playing Roblox one day.

Everything was going well.

I was working on my game at the time.

But, then, something happened.

When I tried to upload my game, it deleted itself.

I got a message.

"Deleted."

I was confused.

I tried to upload my other game.

The same message appeared.

I was starting to get annoyed.

I saw a message pop up.

"You could be deleted next."

I screamed.

I was in shock.

More messages filled the screen.

As screams blared through my speakers.

I couldn't turn the volume down.

They just kept going.

I was in Hell.

There was nothing I could do.

I trust no one.

I saw a message.

"Your friends will be deleted."

I was shocked.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Everywhere on my screen, there were pictures of my friends, all of them were dead.

I saw more messages.

And more,

They wouldn't stop.

They kept coming.

I saw more messages.

I couldn't shut my computer off.

I felt a sensation in my back.

Causing me agony.

Like I've never exprienced it.

I was in pain.

I was howling.

I hope it would be over.

A message popped up.

"Your parents have been deleted."

I was about to cry.

Seeing this message made me feel something.

I used to be happy.

But now, I can only cry.

I know something happened.

It may be true.

I had to prove myself.

For the only time.

My computer shut off.

All of the lights were out.

I paniced.

I was constantly sweating.

I felt violated.

I was shaking.

I was crying.

I was trying my hardest.

But now.

I think I'm a monster.

I cried.

Sobbing my eyes out.

With all of my might.

And power.

I couldn't do this.

I felt sad.

Suddenly, my computer turned back on.

I saw a message.

"How do you like that?"

A tab opened.

It was a website called I See You.

I saw one word.

"Deleted."

It kept on appearing.

I couldn't take it.

It was a living nightmare.

I was upset.

Slowly crying.

Wishing for death.

But, it never came.

I could only suffer.

I heard someone.

I heard someone walk up my stairs.

Someone was walking down my hallway.

I held my breath.

Hoping it was a dream.

I was struggling.

I was sweaty.

Nothing made sense.

Someone came in.

It was a person, wearing a black mask.

He stabbed me in the back.

But, before I blacked out, I saw one more message.

"Deleted."