You finally guess the password to my account. Congratulations. You start to get curious and wonder what stuff could be lingering in my search history. You slowly drag your mouse to the “History” tab….








You’re face starts to scrunch, your back hunches over like a gremlin, you try to scream but you cannot. The words that try to come out of your mouth, can’t be comprehended by any human being. You’re gag reflex starts going crazy and your adrenaline is through the roof. Your heart starts to race as you slowly begin to go insane.

Then it happens.



You start shaking like crazy. You think its because you are scared, but it starts to get worse. You slowly start to lose control of your regular body functions as you are there on the floor shaking. You had a seizure.


You wonder helplessly if you are going to be arrested for having access to this specific account. You wonder if you should call the fbi to investigate it, as this was beyond anything you’ve seen. Your parents heard the loud *thump* noise from downstairs when you fell. They walk in on you and start panicking. You are starting to feel better as they will take you to the hospital and see what is happening to you. You lay there for about 30 more seconds, wondering why you aren’t getting help. You use some of your strength to lift your head up and look at what is happening, but then you see their faces.




Disbelief. Shock. Disappointment. You’re parents were sure they had taken care of a sane child who would never do such a thing. Your mother dials 911 slowly. You are still in your adrenaline state so everything is like a blur to you. As she dials 911, she looks at you in disgust, like a dead animal on the road side. You realize that she isn’t calling for help, but that shes calling the police to investigate against you. Your father though regretful, proceeds to go downstairs with your mother as they hope the police will arrive soon. You lay there again, helpless and feel defeated. “The computer” you think to yourself as you start crying, wondering what punishment will await you. You use all the strength you can gather inside you and get back up on your feet. You’re shaking and your knees are barely holding up your bodyweight. You grab onto the mouse, as the pain starts to increase like a flowing current through your body. You head over to the “Clear browsing history tab” and you start to feel joy. “This is it. I can finally stop all this madness and return to how things were before”. You think as you smile happily. The excruciating pain that is jolting through your body, felt nothing compared to the emotions you were feeling right then and there. You click the clear button.


Silence. You gaze at the screen as the history starts being cleared. The sweat drops off your chin as you sit, feeling accomplished. You notice a couple lights outside your window. It’s the police department. You start panicking, as it has not finished deleting the history. You head over to youtube as quick as possible to tell the world about the history of this account, and why you shouldn’t look it up. Your brain is almost at its limit as yuor spellng stars geting worse and woruse. Yoiu start to hear the police coming up thee stairs, as you’re typung your sentences. Yiu don’t have enough time. This is the end for you. You decice to post the comment as soon as they aribe . with the bad spelling in ut you wondrr if people will understabd your words as you tell them nevrr to look up tshe words : usi sk cuiuc smorh sucg akuh. Everything goes silent, as your intelligible sentence is posted on the site. “This is for the best” You think as you are knocked out by a police baton.