It's now been two days since we visited the creepy motel in New York City with the terrible video. It's a good thing that hockey players are groomed to let things go. It was scarring footage to watch, yes, but there is nothing we can do. Except move on.

The Dell computer was glued in place and the video was deleted at once after we viewed it. Much like the Dead Individuals site. There was just no going to police with no evidence to bring them. 

A few of the boys were talking about how my information was being circulated around the internet. I make sure to use difficult passwords and keep my privacy secure on social media. I'm a professional athlete after all.

So here we are once more, at my compromised laptop in my room in our five-room Syracuse dorm house. Spencer has his arms folded across his chest with an indifferent facial expression, while Tyler and Fabien are standing by the door. Of course, Jonni is fighting with me to take command of the laptop.

"Dark Facebook," Jonni says out loud as he types the words into Google.

"You can't search for it through, Google, Jonni," I hiss, swatting his hands away from the keyboard. "Leave this to the technical specialist here. Which would be me. We gotta think like a hacker..." He quickly types his way into the tor network and navigates his way around to a wikipedia page with a bunch of sites.

"Are you sure about this?" Tyler questions.

"There's nothing else really that we can do. We're in too deep into this..." I remark, scrolling down the page.

"Oooh, look, you can get to Facebook through the Dark Web!?" Jonni shouts out, pointing at the screen.

"I doubt it's legit Facebook, now..." Spencer grumbles.

I hover the mouse over the link: facebook_666.onion. I don't even click on it, but it still acts like it clicks the link, the page dissolving into another page that looks very similar to facebook.

The bar at the top is a bright red color, but it has the same logo and sign in. I hesitate entering my info, but curiosity eventually gets the best of me. And it's not like my information isn't already out there, so what do I really have to lose? I type in my username and password for facebook and it shows an error for an invalid login. But then it redirects, pulling up my page, only with the red theme.

"Okay...how is MY facebook on the deep web...?" I begin to say, my mind racing and my heart pounding in my chest. As I go through the page, I can see my pictures from my regular account, including a few videos and pictures of my sister, Kenzie.

On one of the pictures, a photo of me and Kenzie goofing around in a selfie at a hockey game before my pro career began with the Syracuse Storm, I see a slew of weird comments that range from gibberish symbols to disturbing.

"Okay...so how did this end up here? I want it off!" I shout out, turning to Spencer. "I didn't agree to have my information posted and shared here!"

Spencer shrugs. "Tell Hannibal that, since he's clearly in charge here. I bet ya he is behind this!"

"Take my facebook off your damn dark web!" I turn and shout at the computer.

Nothing happens however.

Frustrated and irate, I decide to explore more of the site. I click on my sister's name and thankfully, her Facebook isn't published. Only her name is out there, thanks to me. I really regret taking Colton's challenge, but that's just how I am and I have to live with the consequences now. I thought it would be fun, but it is just spooky and wrong.

As I search this 'Dark Facebook', I notice that there are a lot of accounts I can get into that have revenge-themed messages directed towards exs.

"Wait, I think this is a site for twisted people to get even with their exs. Like if Katia went back at Ryky because he didn't find her to be 'hot enough for him'...so she made a Facebook just to post photos and talk revenge with other similarly minded people," Tyler remarks, stepping forward with Fabien at his side.

"Or if you were to kick your feelings for Amber to the side and be with me," Fabien says with a roll of his eyes.

Tyler stares at him and shakes his head. "Fabs, you're my best friend. I am in love with Amber, there is no way. But yes, good scenario there."

Fabien looks at Spencer, who pinches his nose and shakes his head.

"Friendzoned, Fabs, come off it bro," Jonni teases.

"Anyway," I pipe up. "This site preaches revenge on exs. I don't have any exs, but someone seems to think that maybe I am and is coming back at me! That's the only thing that I have. Looks like someone paid to have my private information posted on here though...luckily and thankfully it seems that that's all that it is though. It's just a site where someone pays to post personal information and pictures to embarrass an ex, mostly of young adults that range from your 'safe for work' to 'not safe for work'. Looks like the information includes full names, addresses and social media links."

I spin to look at Spencer, who's moved his hand from his face back down to be crossed across his chest. He has an 'unbelievable' stern expression on his face.

"It looks like most of these people have come through a site called Northern New York Carding. I'm guessing this is similar to the dark web version of Pay Pal. Selling ignorant, innocent peoples' information for what? Revenge? How twisted do you have to be..." I unknowingly navigate my way to the search bar of the 'Dark Facebook' site and a news article comes up discussing a young woman named Gracie who had her stuff published illegally on here and that led her to commit sucicide.

The story says how someone sold her information to Northern New York Carding and then she was blackmailed into finding out and she hung herself in her apartment. There is a link for the site, which I cautiously click on. Again, curiosity is a strong propelling force that one can barely ever fight and win,

A fancy government-looking website pops up now. There is again, a bright red theme to the site and it looks similar to PayPal, except there is a formal look as well as a nice paragraph explanation of the site on the mainpage:

'One cannot find us so easily through the main web.

Roughly 11 million Americans fall victim to credit card theft each year.

We are similar to a phonebook, but a thousand times more terrifying. Proceed if you dare. Remember, any information displayed on here is up for anyone and everyone. Think carefully about what you post. This website is intended to make anyone feel unsafe about their personal information. We hold info on millions of unknowing people across the world. Sold to us by those who are not afraid of the internet. At any time, anyone can login and see the personal information of these people.'

More text dissolve-appears on the screen underneath with no prompting:

'Technically, anyone who visits this site has had their information stolen too. Greetings, Radim Raddysh, talented young hockey superstar for the Syracuse Storm.

If you wish to get more info on a specific person, head to the 'message a contractor' tab above. We have everything from phone numbers, credit card numbers, social security numbers, height, weight and even the addresses of various people on here. Much to their ignorance of course. Ha.

Of course, the more money you're willing to spend, the better the info that you'll be able to recieve. Big spenders can even get access to business accounts and 'infinite' credit cards with no limit. Prices range between $5 and $80 depending on the depth of info sold.

This is their revenge from a dark, broken heart.'

I blink in shock. That's when the site flashes black and my computer crashes as an evil, wicked, distorted cackling comes from the speakers. I lunge forward and slam my laptop shut, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

Fabien hugs Tyler's arm tightly, while Spencer looks down at his feet, unsure of what to say or do.

As the cackling fades, Jonni's phone goes off in his pocket. He jumps slightly, but plays it off cooly, reaching in and whipping it out. He taps the screen to pull up the text message. In the text, there is a short message:

'Jonathan Kitness.

Albany.

42 degrees. 38'55"N.

73 degrees. 45'17"W.'

"Jonathan Kitness?! Isn't he that sniper for our arch rivals, the Albany Hitmen?" I question out loud, spinning around to my friends.

"You don't think..." Fabien trails off.