Hi, everybody. Welcome.
Today I want to talk with you about...
Yeah, you guessed it right, selfies.
Selfies from hell!
There are so many people dying
while taking a selfie...
That it's become a major problem.
Scary, huh?
Can't you wait a minute? I just got online.
Well, you know I'm stalking you,
so why hide it?
Stop! How many espressos have you had?
Seven, eight?
I don't know, why? Am I acting strange?
So, how was your Sunday?
You didn't send me a picture.
Oh, does that mean that your cousin
is like a strange type of looking woman,
kind of like The Ring girl or Madonna?
Actually, her boyfriend's caught
something so he's sick in bed right now.
She delayed her flight till tomorrow.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.
Barbecue fun?
It was awesome.
But I think I got fat.
All right, stop. That's it.
- What?
- Bye-bye.
No, no, no...
Smalls, you made it.
It's so good to see you.
It's too bad Mark had to cancel.
I was so excited to meet him.
Yeah, it was very sudden.
- Smile.
- No!
Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's...
- No!
No, it's okay.
It's just...
I'm just really worried about Mark right now.
No, I get it.
You must be exhausted.
Dot onion.
I have done a lot of online work and
I have never heard of that URL before.
It's for a new story I'm working on.
Uh, do you know the downtown
East Side District?
Yeah, it's a rough area, though.
How long would it take
from your place to get there?
About an hour I think, but why?
Julia?
Are you okay?
It looks like it did a year ago.
Nothing has changed.
Yeah.
I couldn't...
It's okay.
I miss your mom, too.
Why don't you go upstairs?
I'll make us some tea, and we can talk.
Julia?
Oh, my god, Julia.
Julia?
Julia?
Julia, wake up.
That screaming really freaked me out.
How is she?
She's got a bad infection.
What can I do?
I'll give you antibiotics.
She needs to take one every eight hours.
So she's okay?
She's young and healthy.
She'll need a few days to recover
but nothing to worry about.
If her body temperature rises again, call me.
How are you feeling today, Smalls?
Your temperature is still really high.
Gonna have to drink some water
if you want to get better.
I'll make you some soup later.
How are you feeling?
Julia, are you awake?
Julia, are you awake?
"Dot onion is a high level
artificial domain suffix"
"designed to hide services
used for the Dark Net."
"Dark Net is an overlay network
that can only be accessed"
"using special software such as Tor."
Really?
That was easy.
Oh, my God, you're freezing.
Who's there?
I've got a knife!
For real?
That's creepy.
And you didn't call the cops?
It's fine. I can handle it.
You shouldn't take it lightly.
I'd be scared.
Maybe there was someone, and...
What if he comes back?
You know psycho killers don't usually give
you the heads up when they come to kill you.
It was probably Julia.
Your cousin?
I mean, she could have been sleepwalking.
I don't know.
Hey, can I ask you something?
Yeah, go ahead.
I know this might sound crazy,
but do you believe in the paranormal?
I mean, like, you know...
Things that happen that you can't explain?
Yeah, of course I do.
Don't look so surprised.
I mean, do you really think
that we come to this world
just to see how beautiful it is
and then just die and rot away?
There has to be more.
Why do you ask?
Just curious.
Oh, a server just went down.
Gotta run.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Hi, everybody. It's time for true facts.
Did you know that the first selfie
ever taken was in 1839?
It was a self-portrait
shot by Robert Cornelius,
an American pioneer of photography.
Did you know that one...
I'm talking about the place
your parents always feared could exist,
the Dark Net.
Sounds exciting, doesn't it?
I'll pursue the story and let you know
on my next episode what I find out.
What are your thoughts on this?
Let me know in the comment section
down below or write me an email.
Thanks for watching. Until next week, bye.
Where is part two?
"Social media star Julia Lang is dead."
"Bled to death."
"Mystery of the death of Julia Lang."
Is this a joke?
Her eyes.
Damn it!
Julia, Julia.
Julia, wake up!
Julia, wake up!
Oh, my God.
Coming.
Hannah, what are you doing here?
Can I come in?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Has something happened?
I don't know, I don't know.
I keep seeing all these strange things
that shouldn't be possible
and it's really scaring me.
What are you talking about?
I can't even explain it.
It's okay. Just take your time.
It's Julia.
It's all connected with Julia.
There's something wrong with her
and I don't know what,
but I think it's got something to do
with her Dark Net research.
She's been so scared.
What was she looking for?
I saw the URL...
But I must have written down
the numbers wrong.
I tried Googling it and I couldn't find it.
I wrote it down.
Maybe you could have a look at it.
Sorry, I can't.
Don't get me wrong. Not that I don't want to.
It's just you're looking
for a hidden service.
- There's no way we'd ever find it.
- Why?
There's no search engines in the Dark Net.
At least none that you would take seriously.
So there's no way of finding the address.
I should go.
I can't leave Julia alone for too long.
Wait.
There might be something.
Don't get your hopes up.
It's just a tiny chance.
It's fine. What is it?
I'll send you an email to some IRC,
let's just say chatrooms.
If you're lucky, you'll find someone
who has the right address.
That's the best shot you've got.
Give me the address.
We'll split the chatrooms between us.
Thank you.
Wow.
What is it?
I just realised this is the first time
we've met in real life.
Yeah, I didn't want to ask,
but how did you get my address?
Employee directory.
Oh, who's the stalker now?
One warning...
The Dark Net is not a playground.
Trust no one.
Do not give your email
or any personal information away.
I'm not kidding.
I'll wait for your email.
If you need anything else,
just give me a call.
I am Josephine.
I will guide you to your desired destination
once you have correctly
answered three questions.
First question. What is your name?
Michael. Wrong answer.
Mrs X. Wrong answer.
Laura. Wrong answer.
Hannah. Your answer is correct.
Next question. What is your darkest desire?
Steal make-up.
Wrong answer.
Oh, for God's sake.
To hit you in the face.
- Wrong answer.
- No, wait!
Spend the night with a stranger.
Your answer is correct.
Last question. What is your deepest fear?
To be alone.
Your answer is correct.
Before I can redirect you to John Doe's
chatroom, allow me one last question.
Are you an idiot?
"P.S. Some of the chatrooms have gatekeepers
"that trick newbies into giving away secrets
"thinking it's the only way
to get into the Dark Net.
"P.S. Anyway, just ignore them."
Damn it!
How do you know my name?
No, no, no, wait.
That was so funny.
Leave me alone, you pervert!
Do you really want to hang up
on the only one who can help you?
Tell me, when you watched the pictures
did something strange happen?
Ah, I guess that means yes.
Then let me ask you another question.
Could you feel it?
You know, the feeling
when you're alone in a room
and suddenly the vibe changes,
this anxious feeling that tells you
that you're not alone any more?
How do you know?
You answer my next question
and I'll tell you.
What do you think?
How many guys out there masturbate
thinking about your sweet little ass?
Fuck off!
I'll call you when Julia's dead.
Her boyfriend is done.
You're next.
Hi. My name is Hannah.
I was just wondering
if I could speak to Mark.
Excuse me?
I don't understand.
No.
Julia,
I'm so sorry.
Julia!
Julia, stop.
You're freaking me out.
Trevor.
I need you to come over.
I just need you to come over now.
- Hey.
- Thank you for coming.
What's, what's going on?
I'm really worried about Julia.
I think something bad is gonna happen.
What?
This is Julia's laptop.
I can't get into her computer.
Can you bypass it or something?
I need to use your desktop.
Okay.
I found the website you were looking for.
You did?
Before I give you the right address...
Tell me what you know about the Black Room.
I don't know anything.
You know something about it, don't you?
Do you know what a Red Room is?
The Red Room contains the most sick stuff
you can find on the Dark Net.
I'm talking about torture, rape, murder,
serial killers, child abuse,
every sick thing you can think of.
There's more.
You know the sex webcams where they pay
the woman for every act she performs?
It's the same with Red Rooms.
It doesn't matter how gruesome,
every wish will be fulfilled.
All you have to do is pay.
What about the Black Room?
It's the same as a Red Room
with one difference.
While in a Red Room, you can only watch,
in a Black Room,
you can participate in person.
Wait... That doesn't make any sense.
I know. The Black Room
isn't supposed to exist.
It's a Dark Net legend.
Anyway, do you still want the URL?
I already have it.
Really?
Yeah.
Your tip worked.
Someone gave it to me.
Who'd you get it from?
Somebody in the chatroom.
Why do you ask?
If you asked for the Black Room
and you get a response,
that means that you met someone
with a special interest.
It's like I told you, you have to be careful.
You didn't give any
personal data away, right?
No.
No, I didn't.
The pictures on the website,
did you see them?
What pictures?
Nothing. Forget it.
Hannah.
Thanks.
Here it is.
What are we looking for?
Selfie From Hell.
What part?
Part two.
In the beginning I thought it was just
a funny story for my YouTube channel.
But the more I dug into it,
the more intriguing the story became.
I continued my search for the origin
and eventually was led to the Dark Net.
There I met someone
who calls himself Fear Eater.
He is really a bad man.
I shouldn't have trusted him
from the beginning.
He knew exactly what he was doing when
he gave us the URL to the Black Room.
The irony is he's now
the only one that can help us.
I have to book a flight.
I'm going to meet him.
He promised he'd help save Mark, but...
I'm afraid I can't trust him.
I don't know what else to say.
If you should ever find
yourself in a Black Room...
No matter what,
do not watch all 13 selfies.
If you do, and your screen cracks...
Something evil has already
set its eyes on you.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
I'm just, I'm just really tired.
Are you sure you're okay with this?
Don't worry about me.
Okay.
Good night.
Don't forget,
I'm just downstairs.
Are you okay?
Something's wrong.
Wait, she's not breathing. Julia, Julia!
Stand back, stand back, stand back.
Hey, what's going on?
You know, she was here last year...
She took care of me and my mom.
She was the only one that came.
Everybody else stayed away.
- Do you want to go in?
- Why?
To say goodbye?
Her organs, they're failing.
They don't know what the cause is.
She probably won't make it to the morning.
Take me home.
You have to go now.
What?
Hannah.
Hannah, wait!
Stop! Can you just give me a second?
You have to go now, okay?
I need to be alone.
Why are you doing this to me?
I mean it.
You have to go now.
This is why I never wanted
to meet with you in the first place.
Because I knew this would happen.
Yesterday I lied to you.
It wasn't the first time we'd met.
You don't remember but I was there when
you came by the office looking for a job.
You looked so tough,
like nothing could have stopped you,
but yet you seemed so fragile.
That was the moment that I...
I won't bother you any more.
What do you want from me?
How do I stop this?
I've followed his trail for years.
You don't expect me
to give you the answers for free.
What do you want from me?
Pleasure.
Give me pleasure.
What does that mean?
You want to cut me up
into tiny little pieces?
I promise you that I will not hurt you.
Do we have a deal?
What do you want from me?
Do we have a deal?
What do you want from me?
Give me your address.
Give me your address.
I can't.
Cracked!
You promised you wouldn't hurt me.
I'm here.
What do you want from me?
What's wrong? You're such a sick pervert,
you can't even say it out loud?
Oh, I envy you, the adrenaline
rushing through your veins,
your heart beating like a time bomb.
Tell me, how does it feel?
How does it taste?
Do you ever feel more alive
than in this moment?
Wouldn't you agree that there's
no feeling as intense as fear?
I don't feel it any more.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Can you imagine how meaningless
it is to live your life without fear?
Everything tastes Grey.
That was until two years ago.
At that time, I heard this story
about an unfathomable evil.
And for the first time in years
a shiver ran down my spine.
I searched every forum I could find.
I hacked hundreds of computers.
And when I finally found the Black Room,
even I was too afraid
to look at all the pictures.
Do you know how many lives it cost
just to find out that nothing happens
as long as you don't look at all 13 selfies?
Why?
Why do you give people the URL?
The only reason...
Pleasure.
You're sick!
Do you know that when
he pulls you to the other side...
He tortures you.
You're out of your mind.
I always wondered how he'd do it.
Does he tear you into
little pieces or does he...
Does he take his sweet time and do it slowly?
I don't know.
So many possibilities.
But we'll find out.
Now, sometimes it takes him days,
other times just hours
before he comes for you.
But I do know that he gets you immediately
once you've taken 13 selfies.
I guess the only thing left to do...
- Is to begin the show, huh?
- No!
- The insane fear that strikes you...
- No.
- ...when you know you're going to die.
- No!
- No!
- You can see him!
Oh, you can see him.
Stop! Stop, please.
- How far away is he?
- Please, stop, I'm begging you.
Tell me, huh? Tell me.
- I'm begging you.
- Show me the pleasure.
Show me the pleasure!
Now, how many did we take?
I don't know. Just 12.
One more now.
Just one more.
Trevor, is that you?
Hannah, are you okay?
Keys, keys.
My God.
Did he do that to you?
His laptops.
We have to search his laptops.
He's been researching for years.
He must know something.
How long do you think you have?
An hour?
Ten minutes?
A few seconds?
Did she tell you she was going to die?
Hannah, look at this.
I can't believe it.
What?
I have a remote access to the Black Room.
I can assure you,
it'll be a long and painful death.
Wait.
It's not a server.
It's running on a cell phone.
You know what that means?
I can track down the location
using a triangulation service,
the same way that I found you.
Can you find it?
Here it is. Let's go.
I know what you're going to find.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You cannot be saved.
How did you know he had me?
After we argued...
I went to the Black Room website.
I found the entrance
and I watched all 13 selfies.
Why did you do that?
I had to find out what was going on.
Where is the signal coming from?
Triangulation isn't that accurate.
I just know that he has to be here somewhere.
You look downstairs.
- I'll look upstairs.
- Hannah, we shouldn't split up.
Trevor, please.
We don't have time.
Hey, did you find something?
A photo album.
Try turning it on.
Dr Edwards 2006.
This will be my 13th session
with the patient.
He was referred to me
from court in January of 2007
after he was arrested for several
murders in December of 2006.
Since he's been taken into custody,
he has been catatonic
and therefore his name is still unknown.
He is a complete stranger to the system.
However, after a DNA analysis,
he has been connected to a series of
unsolved murder cases all across the country
reaching as far back as the early '90s.
Now since he hasn't responded
in any of my previous sessions,
I've decided to try today a new approach.
I want you to relax and listen
to the sound of my voice.
Take a deep breath.
Can you hear me?
If you can't talk you can give me a sign.
You hear me.
Okay.
I could be wrong,
but this must be the first known case
of a catatonic patient that reacts to...
They're all dead.
He killed them.
Trevor.
- What?
- Look at this.
What is it?
This is it.
I'm going to call the number.
You hear that?
Where is it?
What the...
It's him. The 13 selfies.
What are you doing?
Don't touch him.
- His lips are still wet.
- What?
Hannah!
Hannah!
Where are you?
Come on!
Where are you?
Hannah.
Are you okay?
It's so cold and so dark.
Where is he?
- Don't do it.
- I have to be sure.
He's gone.
No!
Let him go, let him go, let him go!
How are you feeling?
It's a beautiful day.
Do you know when he
pulls you to the other side...
He tortures you.
You cannot be saved.
It'll be a long and painful death.