Hi, I’m S. Bentley. I’m a 17 year old female, and I’m addicted to video games. MMORPGs, to be more specific. There’s this one game, AQ3D (adventure quest 3D), that I’ve been playing ever since the tech demo was released nearly 2 years ago.

If you know anything about the creators of the game, Artix Entertainment, then you know that they’ve made plenty of other games, such as the original Adventure Quest, Adventure Quest Worlds, Dragon Fable, Over Soul, ect.

Well, before I started playing AQ3D, I started playing AQW (adv. quest worlds), and I joined a guild called Sophos. We didn’t originally start out with that name, but eventually, after name hopping, we decided on that name, and it just sort of stuck.

After I practically tore the whole guild apart because I was going through some emotional problems at the time that made me very angry most of the time, and me and the guild leader’s girlfriend had some beef, I stopped playing the game, and I moved on to the next best thing: AQ3D.

Well, eventually after I mellowed out, I started talking to the guild leader again, and we made up, and became friends again. So, me, him, and my boyfriend at the time, got together and decided to rebuild Sophos for AQ3D and made a discord server to run the guild out of, because a guild system hasn’t been implemented into the game just yet.

So, about a year or 2 has gone by, and the guild has gotten much bigger than us initial creators (I use this term loosely, because, technically, my bf at the time and I didn’t create the guild, but we helped make it stable enough for more members to start to join), there was a major shift in power.

My now ex boyfriend was kicked out of the guild for starting shit with me in the main guild chat, I was demoted to just being a regular guild member, and our leader is no longer our leader anymore. His friend has taken over in his place and became the new face of our guild, while the old leader runs the guild from the shadows through us few in the guild that he trusts most. And yes, I am one of those people.

So, there was a point in time where I just sort of gave up on the guild and the game. The game got boring, and since I’m in a different part of the world than every body else in the guild, I was never on while the others were. But, over the summer, my activity started to pick back up. Mainly because I was threatened that if I don’t get active soon, then I’ll get kicked out of the guild, but also because the game had undergone some major updates and it actually seemed fun to play again.

Little did I know, that playing again and getting involved with other players would get me in some deep shit. I mean, nothing ever really happened, but I learned fast not to fuck around with people that know how to hack your shit and get your information.

During that summer that I was active, I got pretty bad. Not in the misbehaving or getting in fights kind of sense, but a “I’m gonna do some illegal shit that could get somebody thrown in prison for seeing this” kind of sense. And I did this kind of stuff with multiple people. I had my “stuff” floating around through DMs of people in both mine and other people’s guilds, so it was only a matter of time before somebody got a hold of those specific things. If you still haven’t caught onto what I’m talking about, then you’re probably too young to know what it was. But if you have, then you can probably see my concern about this.

But, alas, I kept exchanging my things for other people’s things. But, by then, I was in too deep to stop. My former guild leader had instructed me to do this with other people in our guild so that I could get blackmail material in case anybody in our guild decided to turn around and destroy the guild like I had once did.

But, there was this one person. I had never met him in-game, but my former guild leader knew him from playing AQW with him. For privacy reasons, I’m gonna call this shady kinda guy Iffy.

My former guild leader had put himself, me, Iffy, and 4 other people into a group on discord that was titled “Troll Squad.” The group was initially created before I had anything to do with it, but I was still dumped in it out of the blue, with my former guild leader demanding that I release one of the…things…I had gotten from a former guild member that had pissed off the new guild leader.

So, I posted it in the group chat, then I closed out discord so that I could go back play AQ3D and start trying to reach the level cap again with some friends, because I had been having a hard time lately trying to reach it on my own. But not even 15 minutes later, I opened back up discord to see more messages in the group chat.

I went back to go read some of it, and Iffy said, right before I got on, “I wanna fuck around…should I dm Bloo’s (my ign) things to her parent’s friends?”

At that very second, my heart started to speed up. Before I could reply, my former guild leader replied back and said, “You don’t even know her real name, let alone her parent’s friends’ Facebook.”

And, without even a second after he had sent that message, Iffy starts going off in the chat. He post my ign, my real name, my mother’s name, what country I’m in, what city I’m in, and hell, he even put in my IP address.

At this point, I was freaking out. I was about to have a mental breakdown. I was about ready to delete everything that I had. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Discord, any online games that I played, my Xbox Live account, everything that I could think of. I was ready to erase my whole life online.

But then, suddenly, he deleted everything that he had posted, and said “I wouldn’t do that to you, Bloo. I’m feeling good today, so you’re off the hook.”

I felt like I had dodged a bullet right there. There scariest moment of my entire life (besides the many near-death experiences I’ve had), was over. I was, at least for that moment, safe.

That experience taught me that I’m seriously hanging out with the wrong crowd, and I really need to fix my ways, because next time, if my stuff gets out again and into the wrong hands, I may not get off so easy.

So be careful who you meet in games and talk to online, and be careful about who they get you to talk to as well. They could just end up dragging you into less than ideal situations for information on other people, and putting both you and other people at risk of serious legal problems.

Creepy Hermit Encounter

        I live in Burlington, Ontario, a nice lakeside city near Toronto. This story happened to me during a school trip when I was in eighth grade. At my elementary school, which by the way was Catholic, everyone in grade eight would get to go on two trips as part of their final year at the school. One trip took place in the fall and was usually a religious camping trip that took place about forty minutes out of the city. By religious, I mean everyone had to participate in group activities that revolved around being a good Christian and teamwork, etc. This, of course, completely sucked as this “camp” was little more than a religion class stretched to three days.

        The second school trip always took place in the spring and was usually a trip to Ottawa for the weekend where we could explore the city and visit museums. For some reason, it was decided my year would instead take another camping trip (at a camp I will not name) about four hours away at Algonquin Provincial Park. The camp was on one of the many lakes in the park and was set up like your pretty typical summer camp. Cabins were spread out near the lake and partially in the forest and there were bathrooms and a mess hall in separate buildings. As you would guess, boys and girls shared separate cabins. The girls’ cabins were built on supports above the ground and were the ones closer to the lake. Our cabins were almost in the forest and built on the ground along a gravel road. I shared a larger cabin with about four other guys. Although our cabin was the largest, it was probably the least comforting. While the other cabins had actual windows and doors that would fully close and lock, our cabin looked like it was built from balsa wood, only had thin bug-screens for windows and a door that wouldn’t close. I should also point out that I had no experience with actual camping, as my family hates it, so this was a pretty bad first impression.

        This is where the “creepy” story actually starts. On the first evening, we were all gathered outside the mess hall for a fun night activity. The camp counsellors told us about a hermit that lived in the nearby woods. The activity was that they were going to take us into the dark woods in groups to see where this hermit lived. This kind of caught us by surprise as it was quite random, but intriguing at the same time. As you would expect, everyone was pretty much screaming as we were led deeper into the woods with only our flashlights, looking for this hermit’s house. When we finally came across this “house”, which was little more than a huge log with a makeshift bed, we were led back to camp.

        Although my group didn’t see anything, other people started talking about seeing someone creep around the dark woods. Someone in my cabin even said they saw blue, glowing eyes in the darkness. I shrugged it off, thinking the whole hermit story was made up by the camp to scare us, and the person in the woods was just a counsellor.

        Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of someone sprinting down the gravel road that ran near our cabin. At first I was startled, and a little creeped out, but then I thought it might have just been an animal. That was, until, I started hearing the gravel crunch around our cabin. It was very soft, but definitely a person. I was suddenly terrified. My bed was right beside the door that didn’t lock. An animal could have easily pushed the door open on its own and walked inside if it wanted to. There was also nothing covering the screens, so the person outside could clearly see in. I was ready to scream as loud as possible if someone entered the cabin. I had my eyes locked on the door, anticipating to see it slowly open. But it never did. The sound outside slowly disappeared into the woods. Immediately, I thought it must have been the hermit. I ruled out the possibility of it being a counsellor or teacher because it was at least three in the morning, which was an odd time to check on students. Surprisingly, I was able to fall back asleep a short while later.

        That was the only interesting part of the camping trip unfortunately. The rest of the trip was pretty dreadful. It rained non-stop for the remaining days and a few people from my class caught the flu from another school that was sharing the camp with us, so the bus was partially quarantined on the way back home.

        As time passed, I mostly forgot about the creepy encounter, giving in to the possibility that it was just a counsellor checking on us. The story doesn’t end there though. The following year, it was my younger sister’s turn to go on the same eighth grade camping trip. Just like for my class, she also had to go on the weird hermit expedition during the first night. Although she initially thought nothing of it, during one of the other days when she and a few friends were exploring the woods along the lake, she described seeing a small hermit-like person sitting on a log in the distance.

        I know this isn’t the scariest camping story to be told, but it creeps me out knowing that the hermit was indeed real, and that this camp thought it was “fun” to lead a bunch of kids to this random person’s house in the middle of the woods. The hermit also isn’t afraid to peek on unsuspecting campers in the dead of night.

It’s been almost ten years since this happened and I haven’t done anything camping related since.

Exploring abandoned hospital

Me and my best friend were always into horror movies and creepy stuff so it was naturally for us to explore such places to get the goosebumps. Most of our tries were disappointing beecause nothing rlly interesting happened.

Once i went to visit her in the city she studied back then and while going to buy some groceries we spotted a big abandoned building next to a hospital so we decided to get close to see what is it supposed to be. We felt rlly drawn to that building, it was like the moment we saw it, we started immediately walking towards it. When we went to the fence that was surrounding it we saw sign saying that the place is abandoned psychiatric wing of the hospital that was right next to it. It said the building was in ruins so its dangerous to go inside. Right next to the sign there was a hole big enough for a person to go through with crouching. We decided to leave the shopping for later and went in.

I checked my phone battery so we can see if we will have enough of it to make a video with the flash on. It was close to full so we carefully went through the fence and on the ground floor of the hospital. It was full of wrecked items, shattered glasses, abandoned old wheelchair and all sorts of thrash, the doors were missing so we could peek slightly in the rooms. There was a staircase to the second floor and we decided to take it since the ground floor was full of those stuff i noted above.

During the whole time i was recording in every direction because the flash was our source of light. Nothing trully happened on our way to the second floor so i thought it’s probably waste of time but then we reached the second floor there were some weird creepy sounds but i thought it’s probably the breeze so i shrugged it off. Then i looked at my right and saw a door  leading to a pretty big room  but i couldn’t see what is inside from that angle so i decided to move forward to check it out but i tripped on some weirdly places bricks  in front of the door and that is where something very weird happened.

Suddenly my phone started flickering and stopped working. It didn’t turn off cuz there was no exit sound or the Samsung logo which it usually shows so we were left in the darkness in front of that door. I tried turning on my phone couple times as the panic slightly took over me. The phone didnt respond and the creepy sounds started getting louder, which it might be my imagination because we were left in the dark in abandoned hospital but it got me rlly creeped out so I told my friend to run down on the stairs to the exit and we did so even tho it was really hard in the dark on almost ruined staircase. I tried to turn on my phone in the same time while sprinting out and there was still no response. After we were out and caught our breaths I tried again and the phone finally responded and turned on. The firsst thing i rushed to do is  to see if the video was recorded but it wasn’t. It was missing which creeped us aswell additionally that it didn wanna turn on inside the building. We decided to call it a night and went back at her dorms.

Couple days later my best friend and her boyfriend were supposed to meet me at that city so we gather and go home together for the winter vacation. We told him the story and he was intrigued by it aswell so we persuaded him to go together in that place. We waited until it was dark and headed there. This time i decided not to record anything. I don’t know why i decided so but at the time I thought it’s the right decisions. We all used the flashlights on our phones so we have couple sources of light.

Everything seemed pretty much the same on the first floor but yet again we didn’t really explore it too much. We headed straight to the second floor with him in the front and me in between them. When he reached the door we were trying to explore last time he stopped at place. “Didn’t you say the door was open?” I found that super weird so i rushed forward to see what is he talking about. The door was sealed with bricks. I was shocked. “Who would seal a door at abandoned hospital with bricks?” I asked myself. It was open just 2 days ago. That really got us confused and creeped out. We wondered if somebody saw us going in and decided to do that. But the question was for what purpose would somebody do that. I truly regretted i couldn’t see what was inside the last time.

We decided to think about it later so we moved on on the corridor. The walls an the ceiling were a bit swollen from the moist. The moisture created some really weird shapes over it. I decided to check if somebody actually draw this or it was from the rainwater and snow cuz the windows were shattered. It wasn’t paint or graffiti. The most drew those weird shapes which looked like shadows of people. One of them was really long and the supposed head of the shadow person was on the ceiling.

We walked to the end of the hallway and saw straicases for both up and down. The upper ones seemed really shaky and not reliable so we decided we can look around the first floor  in more detail. We walked down on the stairs and then just when we were about to step on the first floor my bestie told us to stop and remove the flashlights. We got so stratled, so we did it quickly. I looked at her and she was staying close to the wall that created a corner with the other wall. She was peeking slightly through the corner. I didn’t quite like the idea of staying in the dark with so many opened doors in front and abandoned wheelchair. I felt so creeped out so i looked at every door to see if there is any sort of movement. It was really hard to tell in the darkness but i couldn’t stop it because i didn’t wanna any unpleasant surprise.

She suddenly stopped peeking and told us to move back to see if there is another hole in the fence that we can use to escape. We didn’t even need her warning not to make noise while looking. We did it immediately while she started peeking slightly again but we couldn’t find anything. I realized by our position that my best friend was looking straight the hole in the fence which was the only way out. That creeped me out even more.

We stayed like that for wut it seemed was forever but when i looked at my phone sneakily it was just 10 minutes. After couple more minutes she turned around and told us to make a run to the hole and we were happy to do it after staying so much time in the darkness in that creepy place. We went outside and she told us to head straight to the dorms to get our baggage. She didnt talk for a while but was looking backwards many times like she was afraid somebody is following us.

After our persistent ask to tell us what she saw she finally said it. She aw a shadow of really tall guy or what she thought looked like a male because it was too dark too see any features except the general shape. By her words the shadow just stayed there facing our direction and didn’t move at all. It just stayed there for so long staring at our direction and she told us she had the feeling he is looking straight at her.  By her words, after the whole time we stayed in the dark she decided to look back at us to see if we are there because we stayed silent at one place, and then looked back the shadow was gone. She told us she decided to stay there couple more minutes looking around before she told us to leave in case it returns. It didn’t thankfully but we found that really weird and creepy.

On our way to our hometown we kept on talking about it but nobody found any reasonable explanation for everything that happened. Who was that shadow guy and what did he want? We agreed that if it was a hospital guard he wouldn’t just stay there at one place. He would look around or point a flashlight at our direction but the shadow didn’t do any of those. The other question we still don’t have answer to is why would somebody bother to brick that door exactly after we left the first time. Why would somebody go through so much bother and most importantly what did that person decided to hide behind that door? I still can’t think of any good explanation except that somebody or something didn’t want us or anybody to see what was there and most important that somebody or somthing saw us going there without us suspecting.