A Tale of the Dark
By Blair Frison
I need sleep.
But whenever I close my eyes, I see
I must share this burden with someone.
My life is now a waking nightmare because of that terrible video.
I found it online…on the dark web.
You know what I’m talking about. The
place where drug dealers and pedophiles rub elbows with arms merchants and killers-for-hire.
The place where terrorists conspire and all sorts of ugly rumors roam.
I thought it would be a good idea to
visit this place.
My purpose? Call it morbid curiosity.
I was looking for the most extreme content I could find: snuff movies, red rooms,
sex and death commingled.
I consider myself a student of the
human condition and am fascinated by Man’s darker urges and apparent hatred of
himself. I wanted to plumb the depths of his sickness and see what I could
find. Knowledge for its own sake…or something.
I come from a wealthy family and have
never known want. I knew I would have to pay for my curiosity, so I purchased
several thousand dollars’ worth of crypto in advance. I will not go into the
details of accessing the dark web. If you have the desire, it only takes a
little bit of research. Seek and ye shall find.
In my search I scoured various message
boards covering many distasteful topics such as cannibalism and
incest-necrophilia. I chatted with several strange individuals, most of whom were
distrustful of my direct approach in seeking what I sought. A few offered to
make a trade but wanted me to show them something first. I, however, had
nothing to offer—except money.
I was burned more than a few times,
but I’d anticipated as much. After more than two weeks of searching and being
continuously ripped off, I finally came across something interesting: the
promise of a genuine red room.
That is to say, a live-streamed
After a days-long conversation with a
friendly stranger on a rather disturbing message board, I was provided with a
link to this live-stream. He assured me it was genuine and unlike anything I
had ever seen.
It cost me a mere five hundred
dollars. And I have no doubt what I saw was real. If you saw it, you would know
The scene began abruptly with the
camera displaying a large, windowless room with high ceilings. Mulch covered
the floor. What appeared to be a giant rock took up one corner, and opposite
this was a kids’ swimming pool filled with water.
Jesus Christ, how could I have known
what was about to happen?
A portion of the ceiling suddenly
opened and a small girl, upside down, was lowered into the room. She was
suspended by the feet from what looked like giant forceps. Nude, she writhed.
Her hands were bound behind her back and tape covered her mouth. She was only a
teenager. Needless to say, she was visibly terrified.
Nothing happened for a few seconds.
Then, from under the rock, a head
appeared. It was a snake—an anaconda, I believe.
Slowly, sooo slowly, he emerged from
his hideout, forked tongue tasting the air. The girl’s eyes bulged from her
head with the most intense shock I have ever seen.
The snake continued his creeping advance.
He was massive. He had to be at least fifty feet long, one gigantic
flowing muscle. I had never heard of a snake so big; he was an absolute monster
if ever there was one. (I suspect he was genetically modified, and still
shudder at the thought of what other mad experiments are being funded in the
dark by twisted imaginations with vast resources).
The snake’s face rose to within inches
of hers, his tongue darting in and out. He loomed above her, all coiled
aggression. Mercifully, the girl fainted.
Whatever was holding the forceps began
to shake the girl, like someone dangling a toy in front of a cat. The snake’s
head pulled back slightly, tongue still flickering. He remained still for a
moment, and then, without warning, he struck.
His jaws clamped down on her throat
and his body whipped around her with lightning speed. He took her to the floor
and proceeded to squeeze the life from her as the giant forceps were lifted
from the room and the ceiling panel replaced by unseen hands.
I watched, stunned, as the snake
uncoiled and released his teeth from her throat. He then unhinged his jaw and
began to swallow her whole, a hideous lump working its way down the length of
the snake’s body. The entire process could not have taken more than twenty
Afterwards, I sat in silence for what
seemed hours, trying to process what I had just watched. My conscience gnawed
at me to do something. That poor girl was in the springtime of her life, and
others could be in danger of the same ghastly fate. This had to be reported.
I looked down at the wet circle on my
crotch and sighed.
I paid for this. And I was just as
guilty as the psychopaths who made the film. I could never do prison.
I looked up at my screen.
Thank you for purchasing Death by
Beast. Next week, watch a frenzy of tiger sharks rip apart a Brazilian
volleyball team! Only $999! Click here to order now.
That was one week ago.
The shark video is starting in a few
I imagine it will be quite horrific
and I have a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach—but I am also trembling
with anticipation. Can you imagine the carnage? I know I shouldn’t watch, but
this is a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity.
And now I have someone to share my
burden with. I hope you will lend me your ear again, since I doubt sleep’s
comfort will be visited upon me tonight.
But, with your help, maybe I will
sleep tomorrow night.
Or the next night.
Or the next…
Blair Frison, firstname.lastname@example.org,
who wrote BP #89’s “A
Tale of the Dark Web,” lives with his family on the beautiful island of Cape
Breton, in Nova Scotia. He is pursuing a degree in management and spends most
of his free time writing and watching an unhealthy amount of horror movies. He
has a passion for music and animals and hopes to one day get over his fear of
flying. Blair has written for various publications, such as Year’s Best Transhuman
SF 2017, Fossil Lake IV: SHARKASAURUS!, The
Edge: Infinite Darkness, Deadman’s
Boxing 24/7, and Haunt of Horrors.
He is currently working on a collection of short