I had just woken up from a short, five and a half hour sleep, after pulling an all-nighter. I was getting up for a trip that I thought was going to be the best happening of my summer. Unfortunately, it was a very disturbing experience.
I was going to visit a friend that I had met on a 4Chan thread on the board about a year and a half ago. He was asking about this random meme that I had never heard of before; I asked him where he had gotten it from and he replied back saying he had made it. It was a picture of a schoolboy who looked as if he had seen a ghost. The meme was called "surprised oblivious boy."
I loved the meme so much that I had made one of my own a few days later on a meme generator site.
In time, it became the most popular meme on Meme-center and eventually the whole internet. We became great friends afterwards; we exchanged other social website profiles. We even called each other every week to discuss other things beside internet topics, like life and other sorts of things.
After about a year of discussing stories and other interests, he invited me to his house in Virginia, to which I gladly accepted. After all, he seemed like a pretty trustworthy guy. As I was getting ready, I went on Facebook to check my notifications and make a post about where I was going. My 4Chan friend sent me a text asking if I was getting ready to leave for the airport. I said, "No." He sent me a text saying that it was important that I had made my flight. I then asked why and then he said, "Because it just was." I didn't know what I should have said to him after that; it was kind of weird. I've been his friend for about a year and a half and I have talked to him on the Internet and on the phone many times and he is always descriptive about why something needed to be done. I then asked him if he was okay, to which he didn't reply. Things stated to get strange from there on out.
I took a shower, put on my clothes, and left the house without any further communications back to him. I got into my car and drove off. I wasn't even a mile away from my starting destination when there was this horrible accident that unfolded in front of me. A small four-door sedan hit a semi truck head on and then made the sedan fly off the road like it was nothing. I gasped in terror and I actually though it would hit my car as the semi would come at me head on, but it just stopped after the collision.
I had gotten out of my car to inspect the damage and to see if anybody had survived. Everybody in the crash had unfortunately died. The weird thing was that as I was looking at the bodies in the front seat, they were both slouched over and there were innards just lying all on the floor of the driver and passengers side of the car. Small intestines were wrapped around the steering wheel of the car like it was a scarf and the blood lathered the seats like it was paint. As I inspected the back seat of the totaled piece of scrap there was a little boy in his seat, dead with innards hanging out of his body and I almost vomited at the sight. His face was buried in the seat like he wanted to suffocate himself and his blood was just dripping down the seat like a broken faucet.
I was still in shock from the near collision but I was even more terrified by seeing a dead child torn apart in the backseat of the car. All of the bodies were just cut opened, but from what? Shards of glass could of not had made the wounds, the gashes were way too big. It was almost like somebody cut them all open at once, but that could have not been the case because it was a wreck, not a murder. I had walked to the still-in-tact semi truck hoping to talk to the driver if he was still alive. As I approached the truck, I had the feeling that somebody was watching me.
This was a very rare felling I normally do not get.
It was foggy and there were no houses for another 3 miles. I was also in the forest on a 2 way road with no other cars. I looked around and saw nobody so I just continued to walk. I eventually got to the truck and to my surprise, there was absolutely nobody in it. Not a soul. I had no words but to call the police and see what they could do about all of this. I told the 911 operator about the wreck and that I also needed to leave to get to make a flight and she gave me the go ahead to leave. I drove along the road a little while longer and I soon noticed a man on the side of the road.
