Dark Whispers

1. The Eerie Livestream

"Welcome to tonight's Death Livestream. And our special guest is..."

"You."

12:00 AM.

Jamie lounged on her couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Her latest articles had been uninspiring, lacking the chilling, real-life horror she craved. She needed something truly bizarre—something real.

As she aimlessly browsed through various forums, a peculiar post caught her eye:

[Midnight Livestream: Dare to Click?]

The post was brief. A single, blurry screenshot—a dimly lit room, a broken wooden chair, and a long trail of blood smearing the floor.

Below it, a livestream link.

Jamie hesitated. Midnight horror streams weren't new—most were cheap, staged thrillers meant to go viral. But something about this one… felt different. Too real.

Curiosity won.

She clicked the link.

The screen flickered for a second before the livestream loaded.

A man was bound to a chair, his mouth gagged, his eyes filled with terror. In the shadows, a figure in a white mask stepped forward, gripping a rusty scalpel.

The chat flooded with reactions:

[User A]: Is this real?[User B]: Looks staged… right?[User C]: Holy sh*t, that's REAL BLOOD!

Jamie's pulse quickened.

The viewership count was rising rapidly—50, 70, 100…

Then, at exactly 109 viewers, the chat froze.

A system message appeared in bold red letters:

"The stream has begun. All viewers are now part of the Death Countdown."

Jamie felt a chill creep up her spine.

On-screen, the masked figure suddenly lifted his head, staring directly into the camera—no, not just the camera.

At her.

A cold sweat broke across her back.

She slammed the exit button.

The stream did not close.

Instead, a new message appeared:

"Jamie, your countdown has begun."

2. The Inescapable Countdown

Jamie bolted upright, her heart pounding.

She grabbed her phone and dialed Sandra.

The line connected, Sandra's voice as calm as ever. "What's wrong?"

Jamie exhaled sharply. "Sandra, I think… I think I'm being watched by a livestream."

A pause. "Explain."

Jamie quickly recounted the events.

Another brief silence, then Sandra asked, "Can you still open the stream?"

Jamie hesitated, then glanced at her phone.

The stream was still active, but the scene had changed.

Now, a list appeared:

[Death Countdown]

Jamie – 23:59:48Peter – 01:03:21 (In Progress)Mandy – 02:14:35…

Each name had an exact time remaining. The name Li Tao was marked "In Progress."

The screen shifted.

Jamie watched in horror as the man in the chair had his gag removed, his screams filling the speakers.

But no one could save him.

The masked figure stepped forward—scalpel glinting—before plunging it into his chest.

The chat erupted in panic:

[User A]: WTF?![User B]: SOMEONE STOP THIS![User C]: THIS ISN'T FAKE!!

Jamie's breath came fast and shallow. Her gaze flickered to her own countdown, watching as the seconds ticked down.

Sandra's voice snapped her back. "Jamie, get to my place. NOW."

Without hesitation, Jamie grabbed her coat and ran out the door.

3. The Cursed Livestream

Sandra's Apartment.

Jamie burst in to find Sandra already at her computer, multiple windows open. On-screen, an encrypted forum thread read:

[Midnight Death Livestream: Urban Legend or Reality?]

Watching the stream marks you as a target.Once you're on the list, you can't escape.Everyone on the list dies during their broadcast.

Jamie sat down, exhaling sharply. "So this isn't a prank? People are actually dying from this?"

Sandra nodded. "I checked. Over the past two months, several 'accidental deaths' match the names on this livestream list."

Jamie swallowed hard, glancing at her countdown: 23:45:10.

"Has anyone survived?"

Sandra hesitated. "No."

Silence.

Jamie clenched her fists. "There has to be a way to stop this."

Sandra thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe we need to find out where this stream is broadcasting from."

4. The Man Behind the Mask

For the next six hours, Jamie and Sandra worked tirelessly to trace the livestream's origins.

Finally, buried in old case files, they found something horrifying.

Five years ago, an illegal streaming platform orchestrated a 'Death Show.' They kidnapped a rising streamer named Chen Ran, broadcasting his live torture and execution.

The police eventually shut down the operation, but before they could arrest anyone—

The entire crew committed mass suicide.

More disturbingly, every person who watched that original stream… later died mysteriously.

Jamie whispered, "So… is this some kind of revenge from beyond the grave?"

Sandra's eyes darkened. "Or something worse. If this is a curse, it's using the livestream as a medium to spread itself."

She paused, then added, "If we can find the original server, maybe we can shut it down."

5. Ending the Livestream

[00:10:21]

Jamie's countdown was down to ten minutes.

Sandra had hacked into the stream's network, tracing it to an abandoned building—the same one where Chen Ran was murdered.

"We need to go there," Sandra said.

Jamie nodded without hesitation.

6. Did We Stop It?

They broke into the decaying building, navigating the pitch-black hallways until they reached a hidden server room.

On the monitors, the livestream was still running.

Jamie's name was next.

Sandra immediately started disabling the servers.

Electricity crackled. The screens flickered to static.

[CONNECTION LOST]

Jamie exhaled, her hands trembling.

She glanced down at her countdown—

[Jamie - 00:00:01]

The numbers stopped.

Then—

A figure appeared on the screen.

A man in a white mask.

Slowly turning towards them.