John Titor: A Real Time Traveler???

By the title, most of you might feel skeptical about this post.  I still feel skeptical but some evidence might prove John Titor really is a person from the future.  Besides, how do we know whether people in the future discovered a way to time travel or not?

The first question comes to this: Who is John Titor?

First of all, he was just something I happened to stumble upon one day.

http://johntitor.strategicbrains.com/TimeMachine.cfm

According to this link, John Titor appeared one day on the Internet sometime in the year 2000 then later in January 2001 saying he was a time traveler from the year 2036 who went to year 1975 to get some computer thing.  I mean, anyone could do that, right?  Hey, I could be say I'm from the year 3031.

Of course many people jumped on him and forced him to prove himself.  Here's the thing, he made darn good predictions.  Now is it possible to make predictions?  I don't know.  I'm not a scientist.

http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message1369711/pg1

Now a quote from the site above,

"On january 29, 2001 he said "I get no pleasure out of being right when it comes to CJD disease, war in the Middle East or suffering people in far away lands. There's nothing like the look on someone's face when you tell them 100,000 people will be dead tomorrow."

the next day this came out from cnn

Study puts Iraqi toll at 100,000"

Okay.  Could you have done that?  Perhaps.  I mean it's just once so a wild guess or some inside information could help you with that, sure.

But that's not all.  From the same site:

"Also he talked about an earthquake in peru, and about a month later that actually happened. "I might even decide to tell you about an earthquake in Peru but then people that would have died by chance will now live and vice versa."
Earthquake in Peru

Southern Peru, June 23, 2001 — A magnitude-8.1 earthquake (originally thought to be 7.9) toppled adobe homes and stone buildings, on Saturday afternoon (June 23). Most of the damage and fatalities occurred in the towns of Arequipa, Moquegua and Tacna. Arequipa Mayor Manuel Guillin said that 70 percent of the homes in his town were damaged. The American Red Cross joined the Peruvian Red Cross to get relief to the earthquake victims."

You might wonder why he said "people that would have died by chance will now live and vice versa".  Well, this shows that he believes that his telling of the earthquake might save the people who were going to die, thus, altering the future.

I'm not going to list all the predictions he made so here is a link:
http://www.strangerdimensions.com/2012/02/23/a-look-at-john-titors-most-popular-predictions/

Some of you might still be, "Eh, I can do that!" so I'll post another link of the coversation he had.

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread61544/pg1
This one has 19 pages of John Titor... so... you can read it when you get the time.

http://www.theanomalieschannel.com//?s=john+titor&.x=0&.y=0
This is a bit of the chats between John Titor a.k.a Timetravel_0 and some other people.

It is strange that he got so many predictions right.  Except for the Olympics one.  He was almost right on that.  Considering that, it can be said that he is, indeed from the future.  I mean, someone who lived in the year 2000, which was his first appearance following his major appearence the following year, couldn't have known what would happen years later.  Because, it is impossible.

He makes predictions of 2003, 2008... I mean, I don't know what will come of the world next week!  I mean, you could, I guess make a wild guess but look at all the correct predictions!

After I researched on John Titor, I started to feel scared.  What if, he really really was from 2036?  It is scarely crazy, I tell you.  I mean, sure, it is possible at this rate of technology that someone might discover time traveling.

One thing I want to mention; John Titor is from 2036, anyway he claims that he is, and he was 38 at the time of his appearence.  So, when was he born if all this is correct?  1998.  So he was 2 years old when he visited the year 2000...  And 1998 is not too far off from now.  He will be... 14 as of 2012.  So there should be a John Titor lad somewhere in this world and Florida is one place he could be.  The reason is because he says he is a time traveler from Florida.

Hmm... is there a John Titor in Florida who doesn't know what he will do in 2036?  John is quite a common name that anyone can pull off but... look at these predictions.  I, normally, don't believe in such things as time traveling unless I see or experience it with my very own eyes and body.  However, the predictions play a part in saying whether or not John Titor is, indeed, from the future.  Kind of like how we know about the past like we learned in history class and then we time travel to the past and tell the people there.

Could it be that, we do discover time traveling in 2034 like John Titor says?  And once we get to the future, will a John Titor travel back in time and predict the same stuff?  And then will a John Titor in that time do the same thing again when he grows up?  Like a loop?

Feel free to comment for or against.


As for me, I am starting to believe that it may be possible to time travel.  If it is, I'm looking forward to 2034 to read news on discovery of time traveling and to 2036 to meet John Titor when he returns from the past.

How do we know he left?  Simple; he disappeared from the face of the Internet, never to be heard of again.

Presumably he went back home to 2036.  Skeptical people will say, "Oh, it's just a fake!"  But what about all the predictions?  How can someone who lives in year 2000 make accurate predictions of the future when basically we don't know what will happen next week?

Photo Editing Fun

The three above are original poems.  The third one is completely original because the background is a painting done in the "paint" in the computer.

 

This photo above is a picture I took near my dorm in Japan.

 

 

This one of the stormy summer clouds was by my house in Japan.

 

The above three are wallpapers from my iPhone edited and made magical.

 

This is one of Pantalaimon from Northern Lights by Philip Pullman was just something I did for fun.  The picture is something I got from off the Internet and I think it's one of the scenes from the movie.  All I did was add a bit more to it.  I do not claim ownership of Pantalaimon.  He belongs to Lyra Belacqua and Philip Pullman and the Golden Compass movie.

Curse of Decay: A Horror Story

 

 

I’m not much of a bookworm but when I have the urge to read, I could read all day.  I took my bicycle out of the garage and headed down the road.  The sun was blazing and I really wanted to go to the new pool that had these Super Curly Water Slides but Mum said, “No, it’s too expensive.”  Mothers!  They can take all of the fun out of a Sunday for an eleven-year-old who just wants to enjoy his weekend while all of his friends are out having fun without him at the Super Curly Water Slides.  They’re probably having so much fun eating ice cream and getting sticky fingers without me.

When I reached the library, I was sweating buckets.  I parked my bicycle and headed inside to the sort-of-cool library and walked down the aisles.  A book caught my eye.  “Stories and Rumors of Closed Hospitals”.  I shrugged at the sound of the title but decided it was better than “Tommy and the Lost Island”, which I had been forced to read a thousand times because I had to do a report on it and Mum told me it was good to read some more “appropriate books for a fifth-grader”.  So I pulled down the book and looked for a place to sit.  I spotted an open seat, hurried to it, and got comfortable.  It was one of those nice couch chairs and across from me was some guy engrossed in a newspaper.  I turned my gaze to the book and flipped it open to see a picture of a Victorian-looking mansion and the beginning of the text and started to read.

“In a certain town, over 50 years ago, there was a certain hospital.  This hospital however, was no ordinary one.  It was for those who were mentally ill.  Or ‘insane’ if you want to be direct.  The building itself was formally an old mansion from the Victorian Age re-built in the late 1800s and the owner, an old man named Cornicus Berby, wrote in his will that when he died, he wanted it to be turned into a hospital.  He was a doctor himself but little is known about his career.  Dr. Berby had sympathy for those who were mentally ill and there seemed to have been many a time when he would take the mentally ill and the troubled into his home to try and help them.  Around the time before the First World War, he grew ill and passed away.  He never married and the only company he had was a Labrador Retriever named Bagel.”

“Ha, Bagel,” I thought.  “This old guy must've loved his food.”  The next part was boring and it talked about his life and so on so I flipped through the pages until it got back to the hospital.

“The gorgeous garden surrounding the mansion was always full of beautiful flowers of every season, a fountain with an angel statue pouring water out of a pitcher, stone packed paths winding around through small gardens with tall trees, rose bushes that bloom in the spring, benches, and even a pagoda with beautiful vines climbing up the sides that flushed in green in the spring and turned to autumn colors when the days grew cold.  Nurses would take the patients outside for some fresh air and for activity.  The rooms were nice and they had white walls, comfortable beds, and each with a small window.  Patients could look out at the trees in the garden that surrounded the hospital and not feel closed off from the outside world.  There was even a grand dining hall where the patients would eat their meals and gather regularly for indoor activities.  Nurses and doctors would visit the patients in their rooms every day to make sure they were doing fine and talk to them.  Even the most unstable patients would be treated kindly by the nurses who spoke to them as though calming a child.

“However, that was only the positive side of the hospital.  There were rumors of what actually went on behind those large metal doors and that brick stone wall that surrounded the hospital and towered high so that no one could enter or leave unless by the main gates.  This wall was built long after Cornicus Berby’s death and a few years after the hospital was known and most thought it a quite peaceful and pleasant place.  No one from outside was allowed in because the patients needed a ‘calm quiet environment’.  The rumors ranged from the ridiculous to the horrifying.  For the horrifying ones, it was said that the doctors would use the patients as their guinea pigs taking advantage of the fact they lost their minds and have no idea what’s going on. 

“Psychosurgery was one of the horrible experiments rumored about.  It was rumored that patients would get electronic shocks before the ‘treatment to make them feel better’.  The doctor never had any intention of actually helping the patient but rather their only concern was to stop the insane behavior that was thought unacceptable in society.  People, back then, thought mental illness was just something the patients were doing on purpose.  To treat these patients, the doctor would use a small pick—one of those you would use to pick ice—and stab it above the eye.  Then he would go right in and pick through the brain, damaging it.  This would make the patient’s brain damaged for life and they would calm down but that didn’t mean they were sane and cured.  In other more horrible experiments, the doctor would send electric shocks directly through the brain or snip away at the nerves from a little hole they would open in the skull.”

I grimaced at the thought of someone having their brain nerves snipped away.  A shiver ran up my spine as I read the next part and I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

“These were just rumors and no one could tell if they were true or not.  It was also said that the most unstable patients classified as ‘D’ for ‘Danger’ were kept in a secret dungeon that had many tunnels and went down deep into the earth underneath the hospital.  The patients were locked up tight in cages as if they were wild animals.  These patients had metal chains around their necks with tags dangling from them.  These tags had ‘D’ printed on them and sometimes numbers just for the doctors to keep track of their ‘subjects’.  And only when you went down there could you hear the screams of agony as the experiments took place.  No painkiller or any medicine was given to the patients during the awful surgery.”

The man sitting across from me suddenly sneezed making me jump.  Trying to calm my beating heart, I continued on to the next sentence almost afraid to know more about the old hospital.

“Now the hospital is closed down and abandoned.  The reasons were never made clear.  Some thought it was just because it was getting old and some thought it was because the most insane D-class patient killed all the doctors and nurses and the other patients and escaped the dungeon but never leaves the building for fear of the outside world.  Others think the dangerous patient is still roaming around the dungeon area unable to get out.  These people believed that if you listened carefully, you could hear the patient screaming and others said it was cursed…”

I laughed out loud at this part and got a glare from the librarian.  Okay, now this was just too much.  I put the book back on the shelf and left the library, excited to tell my friends about such ridiculousness.

When I told my friends on Monday, they all laughed, too.  Curses weren’t real—especially to our pack.  My best friend Freddy, me, Thomas from next door, Billy from down the street, and Peter the science geek were the members of NSP (No Superstitions Pack).  Tyler, who lived next to Billy, always said that you shouldn’t think lightly about ghosts or they’d haunt you.  It’s gotta be a joke.  So, we made a bet.  Billy said that he’ll bet there is no way we will get cursed by going into any so called, “haunted” building and “violating” the ghosts’ habitat.  Peter said it was scientifically impossible.  So we betted on free Banana Triple Ice Cream Sundaes for that.  We knew we were going to win so we made it the most expensive sundae.

That night I got a call from Thomas.  He had found the perfect place for our exploring.  It was a building that was number one on the haunted buildings list.  I quickly hung up to called up Freddy to tell him about it.  He was the leader of our pack.  When it was decided, I called Billy and Peter and told them where it was.  Peter laughed when I told him it was “haunted number one”.  Of course I chuckled along with him.  I mean, come on!  Haunted?!  Give me a break.

We agreed to head off to the building the following night.  It had to be night or it wouldn’t be spooky enough.  I was going first.  Then Billy, Freddy, Peter, and Thomas.  Sure it was decided by alphabetical order—just like we always decided when we needed to go in some sort of order.  “Andrew” always came first which was good when you’re choosing the best piece of birthday cake or the biggest sundae.  But sometimes it wasn’t good like if you were going to be the first to hit the strict teacher with a spit ball when she wasn’t looking.  We also did things in last name order and sometimes the birthday order.  Birthday order wasn’t good for Peter and Thomas because they were born on the same day.  Then they’d have to go and see who was born first on that day and decide from there.  I think Peter was first.  They would count down to the last second but Peter was still first.

The next day at school I was so fidgety during class the Ms. Penters gave me her best sit-still-and-pay-attention look.  You know, one of those looks where the teacher stares right into your eyeballs and makes you feel sheepish and guilty.  I kept glancing at the clock.  When you’re excited about something time seems to go by so slowly you could melt like the way butter does if you leave it out on the counter on a hot summer’s day.  And it was summer so I could have easily been melting in the stuffy class room.  As I felt like I was starting to lose body parts, the lunch bell rang and I was the first to dash out of the classroom for lunch.

A lot of other kids had the same idea so I was squished anyway.  When I retrieved my lunch my Mum made me from my locker, I headed to the cafeteria.  Billy and Freddy were waiting at the usual spot.  I never knew how they did it but somehow they were almost always able to beat the older kids to the cafeteria.  I sat down and we waited for Thomas and Peter.  When all the NSP were gathered, we dug into our food and talked excitedly about the exploration and how we’d have to sneak out at night without our parents knowing.  We were talking with our mouths full and the girls sitting on the other half of the table gave us disgusted looks.  But we didn’t care.  We were having fun.  What else did they expect eleven-year-old boys to do at the cafeteria anyway?

After school finally let out, we all went home together and agreed to meet at my house.  Mum always came home late for work, and Dad was working on his paper in the den so no one was around to nag me.  It was the perfect place to gather.

Dinner passed, and I sat on the sofa waiting for 8 o’clock to arrive on my watch.  When it came, just on cue, the doorbell rang and Peter and everyone were at the door, all having been able to sneak out of their houses.  I welcomed them in and all five of us boys sat at the dining table and quietly made out our plans so as not to catch Dad’s attention as he worked down in the dugout.  We chattered excitedly, eating Oreos and drinking milk.  Then when all was settled and I made sure that everyone had their own battery charged flashlight, I carefully walked down the stairs to Dad’s work room.  After I peeked in to make sure that he was absorbed in his paper, I gave a "thumbs up" to my friends and we all snuck quietly out of the house.

Peter had a cool GPS thingy on his iPhone and used it to take us to the forbidden building.  Only Peter had a cool iPhone in our pack.  His Mum let him have lots of stuff my Mum never lets me have.  He’d also brought a picture of the building and some “spooky” information about it.  When I looked closely, it looked very much like the picture of the old Victorian-like mansion I saw in the library.  When I read the information it said, “Dr. Cornicus Berby was the former owner of this hospital before he passed away.”  I kept my mouth shut about what I read in the library about psychosurgery and all.

While we walked we talked about school, the girls, pizza Friday that we had every Friday, and fake ghosts.  Tyler called once on the Peter’s phone.  Peter and Tyler were science geeks and hung out sometimes but Peter’s science was real science and Tyler’s was paranormal science.  So, he didn’t belong in our pack.  He just called to warn us.  So typical of Tyler.  He’s such a chicken.  After that, we talked about the new Spider Man movie coming out but when we got near our destination everything grew quiet.  It was really getting dark now and we shone our flashlights this way and that on the ground in front of us.  Freddy shone his under his chin and made a face.  I swat him softly across the head and we snickered until Peter shushed us.

Then we saw the building.

It loomed over the darkness and looked like it had not been used for many many years.  It was definitely quite haunting looking and more so than when I saw the picture that Peter brought to show us.  He said it used to be an “aseelum” and asked if I knew what it meant.  I didn’t know.  Anyway, that’s what I said.  None of the others knew.  And that’s what made it more…spooky like.

Of course we didn’t want to admit we were scared but I could tell by the look on Freddy’s face that he was starting to regret coming here.  But according to the pack rule, there was “no turning back on a bet”.  We had to finish this task whether we wanted to or not.

The building seemed different from the picture in the library and more…spooky, like the dark image Peter printed out.  It had a wide garden and there was a dried up fountain with a statue on it on our left.  It looked like it should be an angel with a pitcher but in the dark, it seemed more like a demon.

“What’s that awful smell?” Billy whispered, pinching his nose.

There was a stench of something like rotted garbage all around the building.  I pinched my nose as it filled my nostrils.

“Hey, maybe those ghosts forgot to take out their trash like their mommy’s told them to,” joked Thomas.  We all laughed quietly and I felt more at ease but soon began to wonder what I would find in a place where…well, insane people ran wild and one might have possibly…  But I kept my cool.  I would be breaking the pack rule if I chickened out here.

When we got to the entrance of the building, Freddy patted my back and muttered a quiet, “good luck” as did the others.  I put my flashlight on full power and slowly crept up to the building aware of my friends making sure I wouldn’t turn around and chicken out.  I gulped as the windows showed no light and I knew that my flashlight would mean my life in here.  So as not to get scared, I thought about the sundae that awaited me after this was over, reminding myself that what I read were just rumors to scare people.  A nice sweet juicy banana with ice cream of three different flavors of your own choice and lots of cream, chocolate sauce, and chocolate chip waiting for me at the end of all this…  It was called a Triple Sundae because of the three different ice creams.  The thought kept me going and I stepped inside the old forbidden building, knowing there was no turning back now.  I could hear Freddy and the others whisper amongst themselves behind me as they walked to the back of the building to wait for my return outside the forbidden gates on the opposite side. 

The entrance door had long since been broken down and the concrete floor was covered in debris - paint that had peeled off from the walls, papers, pieces of cloth and bits of glass, wood from old chairs and pieces of ceiling plaster were strewn across the floor.  My eyes gradually adjusted to the strange dimness that engulfed the entrance.  The walls were wooden but they seemed to waver in the dark.  I shivered slightly even though it was the middle of summer.  Last I checked on Peter’s iPhone, it was nine at night.  I made sure the small flashlight in my hand was on its brightest and stepped inside.

As the tiny, but somewhat comforting light hit the floor, I could see how trashed the hallway was.  Making my way carefully through bits of wood, glass, and junk, I finally reached the door.  I knew where this door led.  Freddy searched the internet about this place.  This was the only door that led to the other side of the building, a building for the insane, I thought…  But again I forced the thought out of my mind.

I gulped as I carefully creaked the door open.  The door nob was rusty and it got stuck.  I jiggled it a bit until it turned again.  I peered inside.  It was really dark until I noticed that without thinking I had closed my eyes tight.  Making excuses to myself that it wasn’t because I was scared or anything, I opened my eyes.  The other side of the door revealed a hallway just like the picture from the internet with old lights dangling from the ceiling.  I could only rely on the little flashlight to guide me to the other side.

As I walked through the dark hallway, I noticed how everything was falling apart.  There were rusted tweezers, pieces of ripped yellowed cloth, broken wooden chairs, papers, and even a shoe.  Everywhere was a mess and I had to watch my step every now and then when my flashlight reflected on something glassy and sharp.  There were a lot of doors down this hallway, each close to the other, and they seemed to call to me as I passed them.  I walked on down the hall and counted the doors as I went to distract myself from the uneasy feel of fear—wait, I told myself; this is just an old building!  I’m the only one here.  What do I need to be so scared for?  When I came to the sixth door, I saw that it was ajar.  I wanted to see what lay behind it.  However, my fear got the better of me and I hurried along the way.

Around the tenth door, I felt like I wasn’t the only one walking down the hallway.  This was strange.  Freddy and the others were waiting on the other side and no one had come to this place for a long time.  It was abandoned and some said it was cursed.  However, neither me nor my friends believed in curses.  It’s just something people say to get the attention of the TV or the Internet world, I nodded to myself.  But…there was a sort of a…a presence…

“…Andrew…!  Hurry!” came Freddy’s voice suddenly, making me jump.  It sounded weak and desperate.

I looked ahead into the darkness as I strained my ears to hear more.  However, there was no more sound coming from up ahead.  Deciding that probably he was just trying to get me to chicken out, I continued on my way.  I felt the need to finish this task.  Whether it was because of the rule, my own stubbornness, or something else, I didn’t know.

There were so many doors that I was getting tired of counting them.  So far there were eighteen doors in total, or so I thought.  Between door nineteen and twenty, I heard a whispering noise.  I froze in my tracks and looked ahead into the dark shadows that lay before me.  The whispering seemed to be coming from somewhere up ahead.  I listened to the voice but I couldn’t determine whether it was a woman or a man.  Suddenly, the whispering stopped and I was once more left in grim silence.  My heart thumped and I could almost hear it interrupting the quietness of the place.  The darkness surrounded me and I was afraid it would gobble me up into its belly.  I took a deep breath and gathered what courage I had left.  Then I shone my flashlight on the hall floor and made the way forward.

The hallway seemed to get darker as I got near the end.  But my flashlight was strong enough to help me along my path.  I gingerly picked my way through the debris once stepping on something that resembled a battered nurse’s cap.  I made a stop before every door to make sure I was on the right track but the darkness was starting to confuse my sense of direction and I tried not to turn around as it would only confuse me more.  My hand touched something on door twenty-two and I flinched.  But when the flashlight shone on the object, it was a piece of dirty flabby paper nailed on the door with some words written on it.  I tried to make out the words but most of it was smeared.  All I could get was, “surgery failed”.

Time seemed to creep along the hallway with me.  Every second seemed like a minute and every minute seemed like an hour.  The distance between the doors had first reminded me of the hallway of a squishy apartment building.  But now it seemed to be further apart as my pace grew slower and my confidence was beginning to escape me.  I felt that I would be walking this creepy hallway forever and never able to escape the darkness’ cluches.  When I got to door twenty-five I felt I had been walking down this same hallway for hours but my flashlight told me I was already at the end.  If I opened the door in front of me, I would no doubt see Freddy and the others at the gates congratulating me on my return.  A sigh of relief escaped me and I stood still to calm my poor beating heart.

Then I heard the whispering again.  This time it seemed closer and somewhat strained.  It was as if someone was trying very hard to speak but could only whisper.  I could identify the sound now.  It was coming from door twenty-six.  Suddenly, an awful stench filled my nostrils and I pinched my nose.  It was the same smell our pack smelled outside the building.  I flicked my flashlight to the floor and reluctantly released my left hand from my nose.  Door twenty-six showed signs of rotting and the handle was missing but it was slightly ajar.  The whispering started to get desperate and turned into whispery moans.  I was somehow drawn to the sound as it continued and I put my hand on the door and carefully eased it open.  It let out a long creak making me flinch.  There was moonlight streaming in from a nearby window.  Gingerly, I crept into the room.  The foul smell similar to rotted eggs was stronger in here but I paid no attention to it.  The whispering seemed to come from every wall and every corner.  I walked around the room constantly turning around and retracing my steps.  I stumbled on a piece of wood and backed into something soft.  As I turned around, I dropped my flashlight and it landed with a thud on the floor. 

It was swaying after I bumped into it and I backed up, staring.  It was a man, perhaps, and his clothes were ripped and I could see his rotten bones and flesh.  His arms that dangled at his side were mummified as well as his legs.  One of his eyes was missing and his dried up tongue hung limp out of his mouth.  His teeth were rotten and gray and his lips were thin and he only had half a mouth.  Flies swarmed busily around him as he hung there from his skinny neck swaying slightly to and fro from the impact of our collision.  There was a rusted metal necklace hanging loosely around his neck.  A plastic looking card dangled from the chain and I caught a glimpse of a “D” written on it.

The man was dead, I was sure of it.  However, a voice seemed to be coming from his throat and he was moaning in a whispery way.  Suddenly, one of his eyes that hung loosely from his eye socket swiveled around and focused on me.  I stared in horror as his mouth that was no more than rotten skin and bone drew up into a sinister smile.  His boney rotted arm reached out for me and I finally found my voice.  I screamed and scrambled out of the building and rushed to the gates where my friends sat on the ground waiting for my return.

When I finally reached them I was out of breath and my heart pounded so much I felt its pulse in my side.  Freddy and the others were sitting in a line with their backs to the building.  Seeing that I felt relief well over me though my heart was still pounding and my legs were shaking, I staggered over to them and said,

“Hey, you…you won’t believe what I just saw in there…we…we gotta get outta here!  No one’s going in there.  It’s…it’s just way too…Freddy?  Guys?  What’s going on?  Are you trying to scare me?  ‘Cause it’s not funny…”

I slowly went around to stand directly in front of them and then I smelled something foul…it was the same smell from before.  I looked more closely at my friends.  It was dark but I could just make out Freddy’s familiar silhouette.   But soon my heart felt like it was going to stop beating when I saw that Freddy’s skin was peeling and flies swarmed around him.  His mouth hung open limply and his hands were like a dead man’s and one of his eyes fell out and rolled onto the ground in front of me.  I looked at the others and Peter suddenly flopped over awkwardly and lay on the ground.  I cried out in terror and shot away from the awful sight as fast as I could go, dreading that I would be next.  I fell twice scrambling in the darkness.  My knees were scrapped and my hands were covered in dirt.  Panic rushed over me as I found myself in an unfamiliar street with houses that loomed over me.  I went this way and that trying to read the names of the streets in the dark only half remembering how we got there.  When I finally got to the familiar street where the house I call home sits, I slowed to a stop, panting.  I was breathing hard and fast completely out of breath. 

Up ahead, just a few blocks away, was my house.  The lights were on and Mum’s car was parked in the garage.  Seeing those lights, all that happened seemed a distant dream.  I would probably see my friends tomorrow and we would all laugh at Tyler saying, “Curses aren’t real!  Give us money for the sundaes!”  I felt safe and bent over, tired from running.  Then a foul stench suddenly filled my nose. 

It was already too late.

Facebook Irony

I know the Internet with all its Social Networkings play a great part in our lives.  But let me lend you a little secret: IT'S MAKING US LONELY!!!

Okay, to clarify, when I mean lonely, I don't mean chatting with your friends online or sms or whatever.  I mean no human contact.  I mean ZERO warm-fleshy-human contact.  And that's what the world of Social Networking really is.  Where in the process of sms do you come in contact with another person?  Your friend doesn't teleport over to you instantly during the middle of your conversation, does she?  No, she does not.  She stays in her room or at a park with her iPhone or iPad or whatever and texts you from there.

So, are you teleporting then?  No, you are doing the same thing she is only somewhere else.  It could be just around the block (Good grief!  Put your phone down and meet already!) or half way across the world.  No contact.  Nopesy nope.

People are lonely beings.  We need human interaction.  It's most important for teens and children because it helps them develop.  You might want to know how I know this but I did a little research on the "Internet" about iPhones and children you see.  Oh, how sad it is.  How sad.  We have become such lonely human beings now that technology is climbing up to its full height...

Social Networking Services like Facebook especially play a giant role in our daily lives and not to mention Twitter, too.  Some people go "Tweet!  Tweet!" on the Internet about all sorts of things.  Do you want the world to know what you are doing this very second and that very second?  It's ridiculous!

Facebook, too.  Though I guiltily confess that I, too, use Facebook, I still quite dislike the fact that we have to torture ourselves like this.  I see oh all the amazing things my friends have done and feel so depressed not having done them, too.  I can also see my relatives and especially when I'm in Japan, whereas my relatives are in America, and I can't actually meet them and it's terribly sad.  I hate finding myself spending time on that darn Facebook.

But even with the downsides, I can't help but admit I have found it helpful during my stay abroad in America.  I can connect with friends I wouldn't have been able to connect with if there weren't any Facebook.  That is nice to be able to do when you're so faraway from home.

Facebook is like an angel and a devil at the same time.  Angel, because it helps us connect with the rest of the world, and devil because it makes us lonely because we can't actually meet those people that we connect to especially if they are far away.

I hate the Internet and Facebook, but I'm also glad that it's around.  Oh, the irony!