The tween slumber party was fading; even the Ouija board gets boring after a while. Desperate to entertain her friends, Chloe blurted, “It’s almost 3:00—let’s check out the WiFi from Hell!”
Everyone knew the legend: a demonic wireless network that only appeared at 3:00 a.m.
The girls crowded around Chloe and her iPhone, staring at the available WiFi options. As the hour struck, “Beel-Z-Bub666” popped up, causing a group scream. Without thinking, Chloe clicked “join,” and everyone’s phone squealed with ear-splitting feedback.
Chloe twitched, and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Welcome to the dark web,” she gurgled.
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