Accounts of the Dead

Like all my friends and all my work colleagues had registered, I had the original register me as well. On Facebook, I mean.
Initially, it is rather laborious as running, since we talk a little about yourself and your motivations to complete a profile page. Let me explain: on Facebook, you are visible to other users with contact information (name, first name or nickname absurd), and especially with your profile, which, like a curriculum vitae makes it possible to get an idea of ​​your personality in less than five minutes.
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==My profile==
"Sophie Meurinier, 26, administrative assistant of an enterprise of medical implants. Education: School Business Management, College Jean Rollin Trappes, Richard Kern High School de Clichy. My favorite bands: Coldplay, Franz Ferdinand, Baby Shambles. My passions: roller-skating, piano, tennis. Sophie is now: play Sims 3."
In this interesting portrait of myself, I added some photos, so to prove my real life. It seems that there are people who create fake accounts just to parasitize the site and especially fun to manipulate and insult people. I guess it's because they dare not do it in real life...
I had written on request of my girlfriend Natasha Krikovor, the accounting department. It was immediately listed as "Girlfriend" with other colleagues, which means that I joined a network of people interacting together on Facebook, posing as a group welded and endearing. As that "friend" of Natasha, I had access to their profile and the profiles of his own friends, who have become mine after a single click on the link "Add this person as a friend." I was able to discover the fascinating secrets: Alexis, human resources, a passion for badminton, Zoe and the commercial has a particular interest in stuffed animals and photographs of babies dressed as animals.
So I did on Facebook as simple social courtesy, using the mail site to post my new gently ("I bought a microwave oven lol ") or respond to emotional stress desperate of my" friends "that I met more generally in everyday life (" your new super hair Zoe ").
Yes, I do not know if I mentioned - it is important for the future, since people will start to death - the essence of this site is the messaging that allows communicate with his "friends" or even with strangers, and especially the search engine that allows to (re) make contact with old friends, old boyfriends, former teachers ...
==Old acquaintances==
I used Facebook as I used my work email box: a quick visit from time to time to keep me informed of the latest gossip. I received frequent requests ("Would you be friends with Jacky, 42, Paris, seeking the love?") Which I did not answer. I was very tired of these pathetic frequent messages ("Mickael is part of sexual liberation and sodomy, will join you?") That I delete without reading.
However, to my surprise, I received a message that surprised me.
// Hello Sophie!
Caroline is Pasteurnis, Kern High School in Clichy;)
I'm too happy to discover your profile! Add me as a friend and join our group of old friends of chest lol! You give me news of you! //
I added Caroline pleasure. This girl was my best friend during the final year class and I had great memories with her. We shared everything: first stirrings of love, sorrow first, first joints smoked in secret and feverish revisions to school grade that we had each obtained a narrow ...
// Hi Caroline,
I gladly add you!
What are you now? Have you continued your studies in veterinary medicine as you wanted?
Kisses, Soso. //
After accepting friend Caroline as we began to exchange messages often showed that a friendship that ultimately was not as impaired as that, despite the years. Caroline became a legal secretary and her job she liked. She had no boyfriend but continued to play the saxophone, and the same happened with his band in a small piano bar. I promised to visit her as soon as I would have the opportunity, and she agreed to come to the inline with me when the weather allows.
New demands of friends also arrived: Christopher, the boy was in love with dark secretly, add me as friend. It was now computer, married and father of a little Clara, whose first steps were the pride. Fatima, who suffered from weight problems, had lost weight and now worked in the fashion. Jean-Charles, not surprisingly, had become a commercial engineer and regularly on the site was posting pictures of his many trips to Dominican Republic where he was engaged in surfing.
I never saw my "new" old friends in real life, but this virtual link enriched my daily life a little moody.
==No news==
For several days, I sent messages to Carolina for its new, without getting any answers.
// Caro Hello, you've missed or what? Give me your news! Kisses //
// bad girl Hey, you have no internet connection or? Provides news! Soso. //
I did not say that this silence worried me, but I felt like a empty. I had a little feeling of being abandoned, even if a little absurd. The response of silence Carolina came to me as a message from Jean-Charles, a message that chilled me.
// Hi Sophie,
I have a very bad news for you. Caroline died three weeks ago, I had the news yesterday through Fatima. She was sick, it seems that she committed suicide by swallowing pills. I think nobody could do anything for her ... If you want to talk about on Facebook, send me a message. //
This news gave me the effect of a Punch. It was hard to admit, Caroline had committed suicide, she loved life, music, friends ... Maybe she was alone at the bottom, or was eaten by something she does not speak on Facebook. I was sorry. The day I heard the news, I put out my computer and I went to get some comfort in the life of every day: walk, see people, get out. I needed to feel a little reality, and I left drink several glasses in a nightclub with my friend Natasha, to clear my head.
Jean-Charles
// Hello Jean-Charles,
Thank you for teaching me this terrible news. Life is now a little sad without Caroline, but we must be happy. We're still alive, and she wanted us to be good about ourselves because we loved it. I embrace you, if you want to discuss it, I'm here. //
I went on Facebook at least since the death of Caroline. His profile was still visible, and it is as if taunting me by posting the same thing for months:
"Caroline, 25, loves the saxophone. Projects: to circumnavigate the world. Passions: Chocolate lol! Caroline is now: read a good thriller! Last login: there is three months."
I am depressed. I wondered if the people involved in the maintenance of the site would delete this page, or if they would leave indefinitely as an affront. Finally,I thought cynically,we found with Facebook an effective way to overcome oblivion of death, ha ha.
// Hi Sophie,
I do my grieving, too bad. I go to Biarritz for a few days to do some ironing, I recontacted my return. Kiss. Jean-Charles. //
==Shock==
I contacted Fatima, Caro, who knew at least as well as me.
// Hi my sweety,
I wish I had a little more often from you. How are you?
I know it was you who had the info for the death of Caroline. If it is not too hard, I would like talking about. I know that suicide remains a mystery, but I need to talk to someone. I embrace my sweety, Soso. //
The response Fatima soon.
// Hi Sophie,
Do not hesitate to contact me, I'm here. I learned of the death of his sister by Caro I got on the phone. By cons, there, there is a problem. Viewing profile Caro. I do not understand. //
I went immediately on the page of Caroline.
"Caroline, 25, loves the saxophone. Projects: to circumnavigate the world. Passions: Chocolate lol! Caroline is now: take a few days well deserved rest! Last login yesterday."
My heart began to beat wildly. I contacted Fatima.
// Fatima
What is this stuff? There is someone playing with him? It's horrible! I warn the administrators of Facebook is abject. //
When I went to click on the report of abusive, a new message reached me.
// Soso Hi!
This is Caro. I'm back from vacation, it was great! Give me news! //
I stood paralyzed. I hesitated between the computer and turn off the swing at the trash forever, or reply to this message. Curiosity won out.
// Hi Caro,
I heard that you had had some health problems, I am surprised to see you among us. I hope you are well. //
I had no immediate response, and tried to contact Fatima. She either did not answer. I went to bed after locking my apartment with a double turn, captured by a anxiety unexpected.
==Swap==
// Hello Sophie!
For health problems, what do you mean exactly? All is well! Have you heard of Fatima? I must find it fast! //
That day, after consulting my messages on Facebook, I called my company and tell them that I will not work because I was ill. I tried to reach Fatima, first on Facebook, then by phone but she did not answer. New messages appeared in my mailbox.
// HELLO SOPHIE
BUT WHERE IS FATIMA? Answer me NOW. //
Caroline's profile showed:
"Caroline, 25, loves the saxophone. Projects: FINDING FATIMA. Passions: FINDING FATIMA lol! Caroline is now: SEARCH FATIMA. Status: connected."
Fatima's profile for its displaying nothing special:
"Fatima, 25, fused fashion. Projects: create my line of haute couture. Admire: Anna Wintour, Nina Ricci, Coco Chanel. Fatima is now: working, always working! Last login yesterday."
I did not know what to do, I felt like Fatima ran a grave danger, and in desperation I tried to contact Jean-Charles.
"Jean-Charles, 27, a sales engineer. Projects: take a year's sabbatical to do humanitarian work. Favorite Movies: Pulp Fiction, Fight Club, Snatch. Jean-Charles is now: surfing, yeah! (But not on the internet lol)Last login: four days ago. Group Memberships: Passion Formula One, Fans of Eva Longoria, I love muscle."
Attempts to report abuse I was doing on the site I always refer the same messages:Facebook has considered your report any abusive, and performs the necessary right away. Thank you for your involvement on the site!
The messages of "Caroline" them, continued to arrive in my mailbox, even more threatening.
// HELLO SOPHIE
TELL ME WHERE IS FATIMA. SPEAK OUT NOW. GIVES NEWS KISSES. //
// HELLO SOSO SOSO MY DEAR DEAR MA MA MA SWEETY SWEETY LOL LOL LOL IT'S ME YOUR GIRLFRIEND CAROCARO YA YA FRIENFRIENDFRIEND HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ROFLMAO LOLOLOLOLOLOL ROFLROFLROFLROFL A ? N ? S ? WER ME BUT WHERE IS S FATIMA FATIMA FATIMA FATIMA DRAG LOLOLOLO FATIMA FATIMA BITCH //
==Fatima==
I did not go to work that day or the following. The stresses of Caro stopped abruptly. I stayed at my computer, waiting for news of Jean-Charles or Fatima, and when they reached me, they were also disturbing that I had imagined.
"Fatima, 25. Projects. Admire:. Fatima is now. Status: connected."
I sent a message to desperation.
// Fatima
What's going on? Where are you? Answer me quickly, I'm worried sick! //
Of course, I received a response.
// Sophie
Everything's fine, do not worry most.
I was scared too when they came for me, but there was really nothing. No, not really. We are all very well here on the site. We have lots of fun! I guess you were worried by reading my profile, sorry, I did not have time to update it, but it's done! Caro has also updated its profile, this type of technique is frequently delayed. You just have to separate things between the specimen messages sent automatically and the real messages. Maybe you still do not understand the scope of what I said lol, but do not worry, you will soon see for yourself how this site is fantastic.
I embrace you. //
The profiles of Caro and Fatima had been restored.
"Fatima, 25, fused fashion. Projects: create my line of haute couture. Admire: Anna Wintour, Nina Ricci, Coco Chanel. Fatima is now: working, always working! Status: connected."
"Caroline, 25, loves the saxophone. Projects: to circumnavigate the world. Passions: the Nutella lol! Caroline is now: read a good thriller! Status: connected."
// Soso Hi!
Sorry, I think someone hacked my account, but it's good, I changed my password! Fatima told me that he had said something similar! Do you have news of Jean-Charles since he returned from Biarritz? I can not reach him! Biz, Caro. //
I called Jean-Charles catastrophe, and of course I fell on his mail. I sent him a phone text, at least, I was sure that message was not appear on Facebook.
/ JC. This is Sophie. Meet me at home as soon as possible, 7 rue shoemakers, 12 th district. STP, very important question of life or death. Quickly. /
==Jean-Charles==
A few hours later, Jean-Charles rang at the door of my apartment. I opened immediately without being suspicious, and although I had not seen in years, I knew right after you brought it was not the Jean-Charles I knew. No, it was not him. The evidence, it was a gun and had a prosthetic leg that made him limp, which was incompatible with his hobby displayed, the surfing.
- Hi Sophie! I will recommend to scream or try to run away, or I'll kill you directly. Attention to you.
- Who are you?
The stranger pushed me in the couch of my living room, always threatening me with his gun.
- TSST. My name has absolutely no importance. In any case, know that I had so much fun with you. Now you'll give me your Facebook password, or I'll kill you.
I understood immediately what had happened.
-| You killed all my friends? You have usurped the identity on Facebook, just to find us and kill us one after the other? You directed this comedy to get rid of us ?
The stranger smiled. It was ugly, dirty, greasy. Face wicked, pork, which emerges an abominable laugh.
- Ha ha ha. Poor bitch shit. You do not even know me ... I was with you in high school. I have all met, band shit, with all that crap: Facebook, MySpace, Buddies before ... I have almost all eliminated. It only remains for me than you, and junk, someone who has nothing to do with the high school but I have to kill as slowly. I will plant it, but for that I must approach by making me go for you because you're a Babe and that person might be attracted to your physique. Give me your password, Facebook, and maybe I did not rape you then kill you, ha ha ...
I recognized a boy whose name I forgot, the poor guy from high school. The type that all the girls laughed, the boys were beating for fun.
There was a big party on the beach, for the delivery of school grade. The boys in the class had brought in with the promise that he would go good night, it would be fun. Everyone made fun of him. We had been drinking and had stripped naked to humiliate him. Drunk, he fled the party, and nobody tries to catch up. We learned later that he was injured by falling rocks in adjacent to the beach where we had fun. Obviously there was left leg.
- It was very fun to make me look like all of you recovering these pictures of shit in the archives of your computers to give an illusion of reality to the false statements that I make or that I was recovering. I stumbled Fatima and Jean-Charles recently, it was pretty funny but a little fast, good, finally, I needed to recover their PCs and telephones. I had more time to play with Caroline and her sister, although they screamed while I was bleeding like pigs, ha ha ... The funny it was to teach him to call Fatima's death Caro by his sister, but none of them had died at that time. Hin hin ... Anyway, no one makes the difference between right and wrong on these sites of shit.
- Poor calibrated.
- Anyway, I'm in a hurry. I have one person to kill his family shit, and we will not spend the night. Whatever could this person fun to seduce them both, you and me. Give me your password, get it over with. Yourself and crazy-haired, I would need pictures of you naked to better lure my last target, you never know if his tastes are.
There was no real alternative. I was torn between giving a false password to extend my stay, or give immediately the real password, get it over with, even my clothes off quickly to facilitate its work. Free to have a violent death, I did not suffer.
- Will you obey me, kind of a bitch, or will you resist me? Believe me, I would prefer the second option, but I'm in a hurry. Last chance for you to die quickly, hurry up and make your decision.
==Sophie==
Sophie'''has sent you an invitation to be his friend (s) on Facebook.
// Hi
I spotted your profile and I would like to know you a little better!
Add me as a friend so that we can exchange a few words on topics that appeal to us both!
I noticed you liked the websites of humor and rock music, just like me!
Contact me Kisses.
Sophie //
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