Red Rooms

There have been a chain of murders across central Manhattan. All the victims are teenage introverts, as described by their parents. Never going out, always contained within the same four walls, scrawling ironically through social media. Police are dumbfounded as to what caused the many deaths. Allegedly they were the repercussions of an internet link, but the men were apprehended. Investigator Carrie McKee has been fascinated by the mystery of the case itself, and takes it on with the few leads she has. Little does she know that she was entering into something far deeper than she had first anticipated, that could cost her things she never knew she had. This wasn't a small case. This was something global. It was all over the internet.


1. Prologue.

Everybody has secrets. It's natural, the desire to withhold information for the benefit of others, yourself...but secrets aren't just confined to people. Everything has the potential to contain secrets, even something we think we have fully explored. The ocean, for example. We think we know everything there is to know about the depths of the sea. Yet there is so much we haven't been able to explore. Who knows what darkness lies beneath, what monstrous beings lurk there. One day we might find them, and one day we could be very sorry we did so.

Well the same can be said for the internet. Something even that is our own creation. We think we have it covered. It's been around for what...fifteen years and we think we know everything. That everything is available to us if we just type in a couple' words. But we're wrong.

There's a place. A place online that we can't access through our typical search engines. It is unfiltered content that you can't see. Revenge porn, hitmen, drugs. You can't access it because you don't want to. They have already made that assumption and this place is now horrifically elite. Only a select few sick people can find it, are granted access. But they are sick people for a reason. They are opening this dark place. If we weren't so reliant on the online universe to satisfy our pleasures and fuel our superficial passions, maybe we wouldn't have had to find out. How kind of them to decide we are now worthy.

They have distorted ideals of everything we love on the internet. Chatrooms, markets, 'safer' pornography. What if this bled into our safe place, because yes, the internet for our eyes is safe, when you compare it to something like this. With what I know now, I wish I could've protected everyone.

But when the red rooms came, no one was safe.

All I know for certain, is that this place exists and slowly more and more people are experiencing things they never wished to see. Red Rooms are gates. A gate you don't want to open. I can assure you.

But unfortunately, some people don't know what they want or what will happen.

Curiosity kills the cat, and in this scenario, most definitely the person.

But the question is how. Because there is never a trace. Just a dead body sprawled on the floor at the foot of a static laptop screen. Flickering like the cameras of reporters that followed. No one knows about the red rooms. Just me and the corpses. But at the time, I didn't know what they knew. I didn't know about the red rooms.

But then I found out, at a very bad time.

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