Have you heard of the new horror flick "Fear dot com?" It is supposedly the scariest movie ever made. The film is about a series of murders that are linked to a strange website. All the victims died 48 hours after logging on to feardotcom.com. After much thought and inner struggle I decided to visit the site. I figured if anything happened to me the movie company could be sued. I went online to get some confirmations anyway to make sure if anything did happen to me I had a few people who knew the truth. I explained to Justine and Jeff that if I died I wanted them to tell the world that it was the website that finally did me in. I ended up getting both Justine and Jeff to go to the site as well.

Feardotcom.com was actually just a site about the movie. I viewed some of the pictures, read more about the plot and watched the trailer. The trailer was so scary. I sat there being bombarded with some of the most disturbing images I had ever seen. My heart was racing, my adrenalin was pumping, my senses were overwhelmed. It was such a rush! Never before has a trailer made me feel that way. I lost Justine at the trailer. She exited the site saying it was too scary. Then there were two.

I saw an until then unnoticed link. It read "view flashsite." I clicked it. My screen went black. A syringe appeared in the foreground. It was filled with a red liquid. A shadow of a cockroach scurried across the screen. The syringe started to inject the liquid into the surrounding blackness. Everything went black again. I sat in total and utter horror. Well...I had found the site that the victims went to. An iron cage appeared in the background and slowly got closer and closer until it took up most of the darkness. Then I heard a woman's voice come from my speakers. I jumped completely out of my seat. Her soft husky seductive voice whispered "do you like to watch?" The lettering of her spoken words emerged from the darkness in blood red. On the right side of the cage a button also emerged that read "yes." A similar button appeared on the left side of the cage that read "no." Watch what? What is this woman talking about? And why is she talking like that? I didn't want to watch anything that was related to her even if it was merely an image of her making a sandwich. This is where I lost Jeff. He quickly clicked no and exited the site. Then there was one.

All this sounded familiar. Everything that had occurred at this "flashsite" was documented in the "about the film" section of feardotcom. Those who clicked yes were hurled into a deadly game of cat and mouse that ended after 48 hours. No one had ever survived. Those who clicked no were taken back to the main page and never harmed. What to do....what to do. I moved the handshaped arrow across the yes button. Live on the wild side right? Take a risk. I mean it is just a site. I clicked.

The syringe appeared again and once again injected the red liquid into the blackness. I was taken to a site. It was like the feardotcom.com one except for one difference. There was a counter across the top of the page that read 47:59:59. Red letters emerged from the darkness reading "you still have 47:59:59 hours left to live." Not good.

I exited and informed both Justine and Jeff that I didn't have much time left and that I didn't want my story to go untold. I also made sure they knew that they both inherited nothing. I went back to the site to see if the counter would go back to 48 hours if I clicked yes again. I clicked yes and found that the counter started ticking from where it left off when I exited. Well, I figured, this is it...this is the end. The only things that suggested that this counter wasn't real was the fact that the minutes went by like seconds and the hours like minutes and it would only count down when I was on the site. I was still freaked out.

That night I barricaded my dog in my room to guard me. I told her that if any woman tried to enter my room that had a husky seductive vice not to let her in. Lucy understood because no one harmed me that night. I have been counting my hours and I have 22 more to live if the counter went by real time. This very well may be the last blog entry I ever write. Farewell.