Ok, I have a story.
It's just an ordinary day, no school. Typical Saturday. So I go onto facebook and to check what's going on and find a link that my friend posted. I click it, a message pops up about safety. Confused, I read it and then hit continue. That's when it came up. It was an image of a face, maybe a clown. It was funny to look at, but the image kept flashing. It went from normal to inverted in the flashes and I couldn't look away. Horrified, I slammed the back button but it wouldn't work. My eyes were drawn once again to the image and the mouth was moving, mouthing words at me. The face started looking 3D and I freaked out and slammed the back button again, this time it worked. I went to the post with the link and commented.
"DON'T CLICK THE LINK, IT FLASHES AND MOVES PLEASE DON'T CLICK!"
Of course I got laughed at. People called me an idiot, a paranoid freak and all of that crap. But then I noticed that the comments were vanishing, one by one. I clicked on one person's profile and screamed. It showed their status:
STATUS: DEAD
I quickly left that page and checked my other friends. They all had the same status. "MOM!" I screamed. No answer. "DAD!" No answer. I ran downstairs and screamed, again and again. Every IPod, computer and tv in the house had the image. I ran away, trying to escape and stopped. "Where's my phone!?" I yelled and ran for my room. I looked into my parents' room. "NO!" I screeched and collapsed, sobbing.
My mom and dad were in the bed, their throat sliced open. I crawled over and closed their eyes, then lost it again. Gahes were carved into their faces, but when I closed their eyes the gashes formed the face from the picture. I ran from the room, slipping in blood and into mine, collapsing on my bed. My leg slid slightly and my foot dangled over the side of the bed and it was all over. I felt something brush against my calf, looked up and saw a blood red hand shoot up and grab my ankle. I screamed, loudly and was dragge doff of my bed. I grabbed the leg as I felt another hand, slick with wet and sticky blood wrap around my other foot. As my hand slipped, I looked back and saw the face from the image, smiling at me. I screamed as 2 more hands grabbed my wrists, two around my neck and the last around my mouth.
My comment vanished that day on facebook and my status turned to dead.