Rules and Regulations

Some of us are too lazy to read the Terms of Agreement or what we usually call "Rules and Regulations". It is a long script with random words that is a waste of time. But what if it talks about your own life?
Because I like to read horror stories, my friend introduced me a site called "hellstories.com". He said that no one ever wanted to read that stories at that site because it makes you really insane. As a brave person who is not scared of anything, my friend dared me to visit. He said "It only opens at midnight, and when its the first time you visit the site it quickly identifies what country you are in so you can't trick it like Hotel 626. Well this site is pretty intelligent. So I visited it by midnight and I'm glad that it worked. But it comes with a pop-up:
"You must register to fully access the site." 
So I created a fake account with a dummy e-mail and password, but when I clicked "Next" it showed this message:
"You must enter your true information."
The only choice was "OK", so there was no other way. So I entered my true e-mail and password, and I am glad that it worked. And it show the Terms of Agreement.
"Please read the Rules and Regulations completely. DON'T. SKIP."
Well I didn't care about it, clicked the box and moved on to the next step. Entered my username and it's finished. I read a single story and its about a boy who was killed because he didn't read the Terms Of Agreement. Wow. Pretty creepy.
So I went to sleep, and woke up. I ran down to the stairs and found my mom crying.
"Why are you crying, Mom?"
"Your father..."
"What?"
"He is... dead."
What?!
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO DAD?"
"He died in a car crash, sweetie." Says my mom with a lonely voice.
Well I did not move on with that easily. My mom tried to comfort me, but it won't work. Then after a month later I tried to read a story about a depressed mother who committed suicide. It comes with a bloody video which did not made me sleep. I woke up with a strange feeling, and got down to have breakfast. But mom was not in the kitchen. She is usually there reading a magazine, or cooks my breakfast, but this is kinda awkward for me.
I visited my mom's room and cried at what I saw. I dialed 911 immediately and after two minutes the police and ambulance got in our house.
"Your mother seems to have committed suicide by strangling her neck. Was she depressed or have a problem about her life?" Said the policeman, who seems worried for me.
"My dad has died in a car crash last month, maybe it did affect her." I said with a groggy voice.
"Do you have a friend that can take care of you?" I remembered my friend.
"Yes, but I do not know if they can keep me."
"Can we talk to them?" I called by friend in the telephone to bring his parents here. His parents and the police talked about it.
"Yes. We can keep Ronald."
"Why thank you Ma'am." The police said and left immediately. They waited me outside the house and I started packing. We left the house. I can't really move on because of what happened. The good thing is "Mom" and "Dad" treated me as their own child and Harold treated me as his brother. So there is no problem about it. Then one day I read another story in that website because I seemed to be bored. The story I read is all about a boy losing his friend because of bullying. Then after 40 days his bestfriend always visits him. Wow. That made me shivered and cry. Then I closed my laptop and went back to sleep. We and Harold got to School and took some lunch.
Then a bully bullied Harold by calling him a Pig in front of the students. He cried and we talked about what happened. I tried to give him an advice so he can calm down. Then after school, we had dinner and got home. He took a shower but after 50 minutes he did not got out of the shower yet. I knocked the door but he did not answer. After 2 hours I broke the door and found Harold bathing in his own blood. I called Mom and Dad quickly. They called 911 immediately.
"Sad to say, your son hit his head in the corner of the tub that let his blood flow quickly. He was dead 2 hours and 39 minutes ago."
I cried hardly and I know something was causing all this trouble. Its the site. I read one more story about a father who drove drunk, and realized it was my father who died in a car crash. But what about the first story? I did not read the rules and regulations... I tried to kill myself with a hot lightbulb and zapped myself with a 250 voltage. But none of these did not work. Guess I have to wait for my death day. I log out of that website and tried to create a new account and read the Terms of Agreement.
"NOTE: Some of this stories can tell your future, so beware in reading this stories. Please cancel if you want a happy life, and continue to make your life worse. The first story is not you. Its the other you. We did not write this stories. We just found it somewhere. We are the spy of your life. The devil in your soul. No one can ever kill us. No one can ever. Kill. Us."
I am insane and here in an asylum, and I am glad to be here. My friend also visits me, and im glad that he remembers me. So read carefully before you register.
-Ronald Washington
Norristown, Pennsylvania.
May 8, 2012
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