Around two years ago, probably in September, I experienced an unusually high level of sexual desire. However, I didn’t have a girlfriend, so the only option I had was to relieve myself alone. As usual, I was searching for adult websites on my phone when I came across a diary with accompanying images. The person in the pictures had a face that I found attractive and was dressed quite provocatively. I decided to bookmark it and immediately started going through the entire diary. The explicit images were quite satisfying, and afterwards, I continued reading the diary like any other. Over the course of six months, I became more interested in the diary itself, especially as its content became somewhat gloomy. As someone who empathized with the author, I wondered if something had happened to them.
Then, in April of the following year, both the daily diary entries and the nude images suddenly stopped. Since there was no website to contact, I had no way to inquire about it. However, when I looked at the last entry’s date, it said, “It seems like I’m being pursued. Someone entered my room yesterday. I think it’s because of what I’ve been doing. Tomorrow, I will go to the police.” Honestly, the author was beautiful, and it wouldn’t have been strange for them to have a stalker, but I was curious why they limited their message to diary readers only.
After a month without updates, one day only the images were updated. They unquestionably showed eyeballs. I had built up a tolerance to graphic images from browsing certain online forums, but I was puzzled as to why this sudden change had occurred. The following day, it was the chest, then the ears, followed by the nose, both arms, genitals, both legs, fingernails… and eventually, hair. It became increasingly unsettling, but I was curious to see what would happen next, so I continued reading. In the end, the diary had an entry with an image attached.
“This is Emi (pseudonym), the one you all love. I won’t let anyone have her. I’m thrilled that I could expose her so easily since her birthday was the password. The last image was of a man wearing a mask, smiling in front of dismembered bodies. Wait a minute… I need to report this, I thought. I immediately tried to report it, but I realized that it wouldn’t be believed with just the diary as evidence. So, I made up my mind to go directly to the police station and headed there.
When I arrived at the police station, I explained the situation and provided them with the URL. To my surprise, the image of the man and the dismembered bodies that I had seen last had changed. It was replaced with an image of a severed head… I quickly received assistance, and they were able to trace the address. I was questioned about the incident, and they informed me that they had found the bodies of a man and a woman.
Two mysteries remained for me: why the man had died and why the diary had not been deleted. The answers are still unknown, but everything I’ve shared is a true story.
