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8/4/06:

That day I made a yahoo account. More specifically, a yahoo Answers account (atleast thats what I used it for, before I deleted it.) I was a kind of person who would troll, meaning I would answer stupid questions in the most sarcastic way possible. I had lots of laughs with my friends when I would show them my answers, but now, most of my friends are gone.

8/20/06:

I suddenly became more friendly when it came to answering some questions, such as ones with people who cannot control their mental illness, or a girl who lost their best friend in a car accident. But I will never forget the man I couldn't help.

9/1/06:

It was on this day, I answered Justin5000's question, but it wasn't really a question, more of a plea of help. I remember it vividly.

TO ANYONE THAT CAN HELP

PLEASE SAVE ME, DEATH IS COMING. ANYONE  HELP.

I thought this was a troll, it looked like somebody had their caps on and typed out a couple sentences, to see if there were any friendly users out there. I should have helped, I should have.

______________________________________________________________________________________________

Dear Justin5000,

I am not sure what it is that you are asking, but if you want to tell me more, you can email me, I am sure I can help.

Jakerious

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There were also other answers, but they insulted this man, called him weak and that he should die in a hole. I couldn't save him though. I couldn't save him.

9/1/06:

5 minutes. I heard a ding from my computer and at the top right of the screen was an envelope 5 minutes after I answered his question. There was a message that read:



DEAR JAKERIOUS,

THANKS FOR CARING FOR ME, I HOPE YOU REALLY CAN HELP ME.

I AM SITTING ON THE GROUND, I AM NOT SURE WHAT TO DO. MY LAPTOP IS ON MY LAP, I FEEL THE HEAT ON ME. HOTTER AND HOTTER. IT IS INSIDE OF IT. I HOPE YOU CAN HELP, I HOPE YOU CAN.



I replied:



Dear Justin,

I am still not sure what you need help with, if your laptop is hot, you should buy an fan to put underneath it, and set it on a table.

Jakerious



I wasn't sure why he was in caps at the time, but now I know. He was yelling, yelling so that someone would hear. Yelling so someone would help.

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9/2/06

It was late now, 3 AM. He wasn't emailing back, so I decided that I had answered his question. As I fell asleep, I thought about the question and the email. I couldn't help. I couldn't help.

9/2/06

I woke at 10 AM, I noticed my computer was on and there was another email in the inbox! I quickly clicked on it, eager to see if he had answered back. Im not sure why I was eager, I couldn't help. It read:



IT DIDN'T WORK, WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME. YOU COULDN'T HELP.



I replied:



Dear Justin,

I am sorry I couldn't help. I need more information, its not me, its you!

Jakerious



I shouldn't have been stern. I should have been patient and nice.

9/2/06

He wasn't answering back, so I ate breakfast, and watched some TV. I heard a ding once again, and immediatly ran to the computer. I know why I was eager, I wanted to be there to watch myself fail. I couldn't help.

The email read:



WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO ME, YOU DIDN'T HELP. YOU COULDN'T HELP.



He was right, I couldn't help. In the email there was a link. I immediatly clicked on it, wondering what he needed help with. The link sent me to mediafire and asked me to download a zip. I downloaded it, extracted it, and was presented with a video.

What I saw.

I couldn't help.

The video showed the man. The room he was in looked like a closet. He seemed to be only 20, but he had a sad look on his face, he said to me softly.

you couldn't help...

you couldn't help...

He then slowly moved the camera to the lower part of his body.

I nearly threw up.

His legs, they were charred black. Burnt to a crisp. The laptop was screeching and flames spewed out of it, as if it were possessed somehow. As if it was possible. I tried to stop the video, but my eyes wouldn't close, and my hands did not want to press the exit button. I could hear him saying the words that still haunt me to this day.

you couldn't help...

you couldn't help...