Hacked: My Story

Hacked: My Story

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 28, 2017
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[ERROR]:**854$7##*-%Samantha//_Bartley [STATUS]: -#746586*57-Alive_/_ [ALIAS]: ..... LOADING.... [][][][][][][][][][]•••••••• [ERROR].....[FAILURE] Shutting Down... Samantha Bartley was born August 24th 1999. She was a good kid, she deserved better than what she had. But she was always thankful for it. Sam was a very intelligent child. Her parents gave her up for adoption when she was 2 years old. Her mom was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer, and her dad became and alcoholic. She ran away from the orphanage, learned to hack, and steal, and provide for herself. She was mulipulative, sneaky, untrustworthy, disrespectful, but damn was she talented. She hacked the government with no problem, she's not exactly a bad guy, but shes definitely not good. She technically doesn't even exist. She erased any proof of her existance. This is her story.
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It was a normal day and I was outside walking my german shepherd, Sammie. She had just stopped to take care of her business and I noticed the hooded man who had been following us for quite some time, approach us. I had figured he just didn't want to be rude and pass us, so I didn't mind. Now as he was approaching us, I knew I was wrong. I started to tug on Sammie's leash to get her to hurry up. When she wouldn't budge, I started to panic. I started to pull harder and as the man got closer, he took something out of his pocket. A gun. I screamed as he took aim and fired. Hannah Jansen was 17, a senior in High School. Her family was rich, her dad was a lawyer and her mom, a heart surgeon. She was an only child, and had tons of friends at school. She wasn't the snobbish kind of rich girl. She was sweet and nice to everyone. When Hannah was supposedly, "killed", everyone was devastated. While her father was working hard to find out who did this, everyone else was either grieving, or arranging funeral plans. When a letter came in the mail a week after the incident, everyone was shocked. The letter read: Dear friends and family of Hannah Jansen, I have your daughter here with me at my house. She is in my bedroom tied up and gagged. I have a gun on my bedside table and if you do not agree to my conditions, I will be forced to use that gun. And because I don't want to do that, I want 1 thing, not that hard, right? No. I want $10 million. If you ever want to see your daughter again, leave the money at 4565 Oakwood Rd. on August 1st, 3:00 A.M. Today is June 1st, so you have approximately two months to get this money. If you fail to do this, your beloved daughter shall die. Sincerely, Tyler West P.S. Just to save you trouble, don't even try to search my name or find out where I live, because trust me, it won't work. I don't exist.

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