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Monday, March 6, 2017
Anon Hate by WellHey Productions
After a long day at the office, I like to unwind in the evening with some online game play with my friends over Skype, some chummy trash talking, and a few hours on Tumblr. When I finally get to my computer, it’s usually after the kids and the wife go to bed, so I nestle into my squeaky office chair and power up my computer, situated on a l-shaped desk directly opposite from my wife’s computer.
I fire up my computer and start my routine, check my email, pay some bills, check my Tumblr inbox then log onto Skype for some Payday with the boys.
This time, there was a hiccup. I booted up my computer and checked my mail just fine, but when I got to Tumblr to check my inbox, I saw that I had one incoming message. It was some anon hate: “I know where you live!”
Very cute. I simply deleted it.
A few seconds later, after scrolling through down my dashboard, I get another incoming message. another anonymous message “I see you!”
OK, now a bit creepy, I delete this one as well, and continue scrolling. I am just about to tab out of Tumblr and log onto Skype when I get one final anonymous message.
“You are going to die!”
That’s it! I can handle most threats, but this was getting on my nerves. Instead of deleting it, I fired up a little script I have been using to track anonymous messages. I’m not stranger to tumblr, and I know some of these kids can get pretty harsh. Sometimes you need to message them back with the information that you know who they are to scare them off. I copied the message and ran it through the script.
When the results came back, I felt the warm embarrassing sensation of wetting myself spread from my crotch and down my legs and onto the seat. The IP address was from my wife’s vacant computer on the other side of my desk.
Just then, I was notified of another incoming message.
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Credits to: photofreecreepypasta
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