Chapter 8 Getting the chalk to draw the line.

I set up the VPN and downloaded the Tor browser immediately. I searched for that site and it demanded the account username where I put the name that was written on that paper and the seconds it took to load, my heart stopped beating. I knew if my access wasn't hack-proof. I will be good as dead. The seconds seemed to take forever to pass. And the screen loaded with random comments. I was surprised, despite the randomness a single chat comment didn't have use of abusive language and didn't include reference to any murderous thing. I looked up in the saved files where a blue message appeared to show that there was a message unchecked. My heart stopped beating and I admit I turned to look back because my heart suddenly started to ache as if someone had stabbed me through my heart a thousand times. The message was:

TOMORROW IS THE DAY FOR YOUR SUICIDE.

I went to the bathroom to pee, I was scared as hell but I commented on my behaviour that I had to stop acting this way. I checked up the sender, a foolish move. That was dark web, there was no way, I could hack that person without him being online and above all, Everyone here is anonymous. I was thinking strategically and smartly. What did this even mean? If I could link this information to the other information then I would be able to stitch some things together to get useful information.

The air I was breathing started to seem stiff or maybe it had started to become like that when I checked that message. Sweat was pouring down but I had to keep my calm because I knew that if I made even a single mistake the world would be ready to use it as an advantage.

I wasn't much scared about being hacked but I was rather more scared about giving them a lot of time to realise I was using a fake operating system of Linux through virtual box system. So I had to make it quick so I downloaded all the messages and anything else that was available there and saved it onto the fake operating system. Ten minutes had passed. I could probably now spend not more than five minutes if I didn't want to be hacked. So I looked up the group chat box which had two thousand fifty four messages sent by my sister. I traced back to the first message she posted onto the site. The message was

HOW TO MAKE WORMY MUSHROOM SOUP WHICH WILL BE TASTY AND ALSO FULL OF WORMS?

REPLY QUICKLY, THE CHILDREN ARE HUNGRY.

"The hell", I said to myself. I could feel my mouth having some droplets of my vomit in response to the WORMY mushroom soup. "The document had the information that they were forced to the hacking related activities then what on the world is this.", was my first thougt but the last line clearly specified something:

THE CHILDREN ARE HUNGRY.

It is a code language. (Two minutes passed)

I was thinking of a theory but not much time was left. The chat group had a total of six thousand chat messages. I put them to download immediately and they got downloaded in just a minute.

"That's pretty fast.", I thought.

"So, you are finally online, huh?", a private chat box opened out of nowhere at the time I wasn't a least bit expecting it.

"Hell! Are you kidding me", I said to myself as I moved hands to reply rather than closing everything, that person was probably a hacker.

"Why in the god damn world, am I even doing this?", I said to myself as the air became stiffer and I had started to breath heavily after some time.

"You want a peice of me, huh?"

His reply astonished me as well as scared me to so called death. I had stopped breathing and I didn't even realize that.

"I am on your side and I need help."