Well, almost everything, at least. Daniel W. VanArsdale houses an incredibly impressive online collection of chain letters; his oldest one dates back to , so clearly, people on this earth have been at it for a pretty considerable amount of time. While some Luck letters are geared towards ensuring the recipient's good fortune, a huge number of them threaten their readers with misfortune instead, be it general bad luck, bodily or mental harm, or even death. The one way to stop that dastardly letter's mojo in its tracks?
Perform an action of some sort. Just… well, what if? No — so, just to be on the safe side, we pass the thing on anyway, thus perpetuating the hoax. Back in the days when snail mail was your only option, continuing the chain involved a certain amount of to-do: Digging up addresses, replicating the letter, addressing envelopes, purchasing postage, and so on.
As the Internet became a part of our daily lives, however, suddenly chain letters could be passed along with the typing of an email address and the click of a mouse — and if you thought about the really big picture, your reach could be wider than you ever could have imagined before. Posting something in a public forum — a BBS or a listserve in the early days; a website or a Wiki in more recent years; countless social media sites; you name it — can get that message out to every single person on the planet with an Internet connection.
It was the first and last time that she was able to mention about the topic, because she mysteriously lost her life that same day. There were several testimonies of people who remained anonymous and told about the horrible curse that was persecuting them. It is unknown if they are still alive, though…. It is said that the origin began a while ago. There was a year-old girl obsessed with the idea of having a pet, but her parents always denied her such desire. She wished so much to get a pet that she decided to make a drawing that could portray her desired pet which was very similar to a Husky dog, but she imagined it with a huge smile.
Excited about her drawing, she decided to take a photo with an instant camera. But something evil took hold of it and the image in the photo became very gloomy and scary.
It was no longer the cute drawing she did. There was something dark on it, a dog with demonic features and hypnotizing eyes. Since then, the girl completely changed. Since then, the picture has been circulating and reaching new victims to drive them crazy until they reach their last day of life. The feeling of losing your mind and a severe anxiety that can lead you to lose your life.
Though, the original picture may still be somewhere on internet…. I could show it to a stranger, a coworker… I could even show it to Terence, as much as the idea disgusted me. And what would happen then? Well, if Smile. Yet if it lied, what would I do? And who was to say something worse would not come for me if I did as the creature asked? So I did nothing for fifteen years, though I kept the diskette hidden amongst my things. Every night for fifteen years Smile.
For fifteen years I have stood strong, though there have been hard times. Many of my fellow victims on the BBS board where I first encountered smile. Others remained completely silent, simply disappearing off the face of the web. They are the ones I worry about the most. I sincerely hope you will forgive me, Mr. I decided I was going to give you the floppy diskette. I did not care if Smile. You were a stranger, someone I had no connection with, and I thought I would not feel sorrow when you took the diskette as part of your research and sealed your fate.
Before you arrived I realized what I was doing: was plotting to ruin your life. I could not stand the thought, and in fact I still cannot. I am ashamed, Mr. You may in time encounter someone who is, if not weaker than I, then wholly more depraved, someone who will not hesitate to follow Smile.
Terence contacted me later that month with the news that his wife had killed herself. While cleaning up the various things she'd left behind, closing email accounts and the like, he happened upon the above message.
He was a man in shambles; he wept as he told me to listen to his wife's advice. He'd found the diskette, he revealed, and burned it until it was nothing but a stinking pile of blackened plastic. The part that most disturbed him, however, was how the diskette had hissed as it melted.
Like some sort of animal, he said. I will admit that I was a little uncertain about how to respond to this. At first I thought perhaps it was a joke, with the couple belatedly playing with the situation in order to get a rise out of me. A quick check of several Chicago newspapers' online obituaries, however, proved that Mary E. There was, of course, no mention of suicide in the article.
I decided that, for a time at least, I would not further pursue the subject of smile. But the world has odd ways of testing us. Almost a full year after I'd returned from my disastrous interview with Mary E. I found your e-mail adress thru a mailing list your profile said you are interested in smiledog. I have saw it it is not as bad as every one says I have sent it to you here. Just spreading the word. According to my email client there was one file attachment called, naturally, smile.
I considered downloading it for some time. It was mostly likely a fake, I imagined, and even if it weren't I was never wholly convinced of smile. After all, how could a simple image do what smile.
What sort of creature was it that could break one's mind with only the power of the eye? If I downloaded the image, if I looked at it, and if Mary turned out to be correct, if Smile.
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