Terror Firsthand #105: From Instagram To The Streets

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home.

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: From Instagram To The Streets 

Talking to a stranger in a parking lot 

The next morning, I realized that I was right. I did get the best sleep that I ever had and the Tempur-Pedic mattress felt great. I took a long hot bubble bath in the jacuzzi and threw on a Burberry dress with a designer pocketbook. I started to roll up a blunt when I realized that the Westminster mansion was missing one thing- cigars. I grabbed the dogs and hopped into the 2024 Range Rover and headed towards a nearby vape store. There was a black man in the parking lot staring at me while blasting an old ass Young Jeezy song. He cut his music down and spoke to me. He was driving a black Mercedes Benz that looked to be about ten years old. 

"What's up beautiful? You're looking good today, can I get your phone number?" The man said, while rolling up a joint in front of the vape store.

"I'm sorry I can't." I said, while getting into my car.

He motioned for me to roll my window down.

"Why?" The man asked. "Do you have a man or something?" 

"That's not why. It's because I'm being bullied by a bunch of nasty ass women." I answered.

"Well you don't have to worry about that when you're with me." He said.

"Nah I still can't. The women are too stinky and gay. They're not going to back off. I'm a rapper and they are groupies and they bite me real hard. These f*ggot women are a disease towards me. You are probably going to end up going with them after you finish sexually molesting me." I said.

"Ain't nobody trying to molest you girl just give me your number. Imma call you when I get in the crib. Do you smoke?" He asked.

"Yeah I smoke, but I gotta go. Just follow me on Instagram at Oya Obinidodo. O....Y..... A ....O...B...I...N

..I....D....O...D...O..." I said, while spelling out my name. The man started searching for my page on his iPhone.

"Oh okay I see it. Aight boo. Imma talk to you later." Said the guy. I rolled up my window and sped off.

At Westminster Supermarket in Bridgeport 

I stopped by the Westminster supermarket to pick up a red candle, then I headed back to the Westminster mansion. After I got inside, the dude that was at the vape shop had already hit me back. His Instagram name was BizzyBoy203. He wasn't verified. I didn't like that, so I didn't follow him back or respond to his message. I only follow unverified people if I reached out to them first. If I reach out to someone first, it usually has something to do with the music business, and people know that about me already. 

Besides, Bizzyboy203 had pictures of his four kids on his page and I didn't want to see all that. Bizzyboy203 was not my type at all. He probably had a funky gay baby mother like all the rest of these black men. He probably had a baby mother like Big Fly's baby mother -Tysheka Robinson, that might shoot at me or something. These women are crazy over their stinky ass baby daddies. I'm nothing like them. I would never shoot some ugly ass woman over some ugly ass, cheating ass man- even if I had kids with the guy.

I fixed a cheese omelet and muffins for breakfast along with some orange juice. I played a little bit of miniature golf at the mansion. I lit the red candle in front of Daddy P's picture. Then I started watching The Crime Scene podcast with Joel Hughes.

Burning a candle while watching The Crime Scene podcast 

"We have leaked footage of the phone call between Annabelle K and Hernandez Elliott before she fatally set him up and had Elliot's life took. Here is the audio." Joel Hughes said.

"Hey baby. I just finished at the studio. I'm on my way to your apartment now. Okay baby?" Hernandez Elliott said during the call.

"Wait, baby are you in your car yet!?" Annabelle K asked.

"I'm getting in now. Why what's up?" Hernandez Elliott asked.

"Listen baby, before you pull off I have something to tell you. I just want you to sit right there and take ten deep breaths while you're on the phone with me baby." Said Annabelle K.

"Wait, why do you want me to take that many deep breaths?" Asked Hernandez.

"Listen baby. Just do as I ask. I want you to brace yourself for what I'm about to tell you. So baby, take a deep breath... Just breathe in and out. Count with me.. take one deep breath.... In and out." Said Annabelle K.

Hernandez Elliott took the first deep breath.

"Good baby. That's right. Don't pull off yet. Just take the second deep breath. Slowly breathe in and out...." Said Annabelle K. 

"While she was saying that, Alphonzo Rodriguez was walking towards the car with the AK-47." Joel Hughes reported.

Hernandez Elliott took another deep breath.

"That's right baby, sit there in the car and breathe. I'm breathing with you too. Now take the third deep breath....that's right baby... breathe in and out..." Said Annabelle K.

"Claaaaattttttttttttt!" The AK-47 gun went off and a bullet went into Hernandez Elliott's head. The tape of the phone call ended.

Alphonzo Rodriguez running from the crime scene 

"That's when Alphonzo Rodriguez shot and killed Hernandez Elliott and then Annabelle K's bi*ch ass drove off and fled to Los Angeles." Stated Joel Hughes. Then Joel played a clip of Alphonzo Rodriguez running towards his truck with the gun and driving away from the crime scene. 

"Wait, how did they get that recorded phone call anyway!?" I asked myself outloud. I guess I'd never know. 

"But wait guys, I have even more sickening news. Annabelle K's murder accomplice charge was just reduced to tampering with evidence, in exchange for her cooperation. Annabelle K recieved a 30 day sentence with 25 days suspended, meaning she will only spend 4 more days in jail before she is released! Hernandez Elliott's family is outraged!" Joel Hughes reported. Then he played a news clip of the Hernandez Elliott family speaking out.

"We want justice! Annabelle K should be behind bars just like Alphonzo Rodriguez. We want her to receive the maximum sentence for contributing to my son's murder!" Cried Lucille Elliot, Hernandez Elliott's mom. There were hundreds of people gathered around her in the clip. 

I changed the channel to the Devil's Universe podcast and Dustin Moore and Jeong Ji-Su were taking about the Hernandez Elliott case too. I didn't receive an email back from them about being on their channel so I decided it was time to stop watching them. Their channel was too rich anyways.

I turned to a channel called "Los Angeles Super Wave". They had a host on there named Mocha Bank. 

Mocha Bank 

"Travis 'Mr. Nutenya' Rosenberg was just released from jail for the assault and battery charge against Annabelle Krews. Several women have come forward to complain about their salary at his porn studio - Rosenberg Productions. The women claim that Rosenberg is telling them that he will pay them $2,000 for their role in the pornos, but says that he can only give them $900 up front. He never gives them the rest and the women are tired of it." Stated Mocha Bank. 

"Travis Rosenberg is loosing more and more women, as they are afraid to sign with him because of the assault and battery allegations, STD outbreaks, and also the low, unfair pay. An insider at the studio said that Rosenberg only has one woman left, signed to his contract and that all the rest of them are gay men. The insider said that Travis Rosenberg is paying the gay men $2,000 and not the women." Mocha Bank continued. I changed the channel. 

Travis Rosenberg was on The Adult TV Network podcast with Kristina Cums.

Travis Rosenberg and Kristina Cums on Adult TV Network 

"So Travis, you went back to filming gay porn huh? How is that going?" Asked Kristina Cums.

"Well, after Assiter XXX and Anna Waterfalls ruined my image, all the women ran away. So I'm left with the same gay men that I started with. I'm not going to be in any of the new films though. I'm going to release a film tomorrow called "Hardest Negro Dicks" Mr. Nutenya said. 

"Why didn't you pay the women the same amount that you pay the men? Maybe they would have stayed." Said Kristina Cums. 

"Because the men work harder and are more loyal. They don't give up as easily as the women do. The women run away too quickly and they should work harder." Replied Mr. Nutenya.

"You're just a gay man. That's why. You just like d*ck more don't you Travis?" Said Kristina Cums.

"No I'm still dating women. I'm not going to be in any of my new gay films." Mr. Nutenya said.

After I watched the interview with Mr. Nutenya, a gay porn movie with Kristina Cums in it came on and I immediately changed the channel because I'm not gay. I went to play some more mini golf and then I fed all of the Westminster's pets. 

Playing mini golf at the Westminster mansion in Connecticut 

I went on social media and searched for my music and I saw that my song and album cover was posted on a downlow gay person's page with the caption,

My cousin does a little music from time to time.

I was disgusted. The person was in the orgy with Tracia and I was ashamed of them. I didn't want their incestuous ass to claim me. I sent the creepy hoe a message that read,

I am not your f*cking cousin. Take my music off your page right now you sick f*ck!

A few minutes late the creepy female wrote back and said,

I'm not taking anything down. I can post whatever I want and you can't stop me!

Instagram image of the bully 

The person was so stinky and embarrassing, that it didn't make any sense. They wanted to trick people into believing that I was into incest too by pretending to be close to me. That person was my relative, but I was never close to them. I barely knew them. All I knew was their first and last name, and that they were a stinky ass, downlow gay, bully.

Later on that night, people started commenting on the downlow dyke post with my music on it, with comments like, 

That's right take what's yours girl.

You have every right to be the way that you are. Don't let the tard stop you from feeling beautiful.

Don't pierce your eyebrows like she did.

You have a right to feel like a woman just like she does. Don't let her exclude you. You deserve the best and you deserve to fit in. 

Don't let your cousin count you out! You deserve to be included. You are beautiful inside and out girl!

A Instagram photo of the downlow "relative" that posted my music on their page against my will 

It was sickening reading the comments on the post. Those people really wanted me to get molested and pestered by that funky ass girl. She was not all that! Those comments were really stinky. What kinda of relatives are they? How yucky! I don't owe a woman anything! They had some nerve trying to force me to include them! Then their stinky, unsanitary asses had the nerve to lie on my eyebrow! How gay! Them female dykes looked like murderers! 

I sat in silence for a few hours while I burned candles for Daddy P. I was extremely upset about how gay and yucky Tracia's family was. I end up vomiting like I did the day before. 

I ended up listening to The 7 Cities Daily podcast with Bilal Ghani. I ain't really like that nigga no more because I looked him up and found out that he had a wife. She looked really stinky on his Instagram too. She wore alot of red and black nail polish and always had her ass out and tits out. She was always in a bikini and always bending over with a bunch of black lesbian women. They were always kissing each other on the lips. Bilal Ghani was stank for that. I really started hating that nigga. Big Fly was on his gay ass show.

Instagram image of Bilal Ghani's provocative wife and her friend

"Big Fly you said that you're tired of living in Virginia Beach? Why is that?" Asked Bilal.

"Yeah. I hate VA Beach because every nigga out here is a b*tch and a f*ggot! Everywhere I turn there's a rat, a snitch, a opp, or a p*ssy ass nigga! I'm sick of this! I hate da beach! F*ck all y'all! Suck my d*ck! Lick my asshole! Swallow my nut! F*ck you niggas! You niggas some b*tches! You bi*ches some niggas! Y'all some ol confused ass stinky motherf*ckers out the Beach! Suck my di*k and go to hell f*ggots!" Screamed Big Fly on the microphone with all of his might. He was so angry, that he walked out of the studio. 

The clip was only a few seconds long. Most of it was censored for YouTube. I decided right then that I would not watch Bilal Ghani anymore because his wife looked too damn bi on the internet. His wife looked like she had been in a lesbian orgy. That is so disgusting.

I went to Big Fly's Instagram and he was on IG live cursing the whole Virginia Beach out.

"F*ck y'all gay f*cking niggas! All y'all some pu*sy eating pigs! You niggas stink! I hate all y'all monkey fu*king niggas! You niggas owe me! You niggas really wanna be me and acting like I wanna be you! F*ck you! You niggas owe me money and you bit*hes owe me p*ssy! You p*ssy f*ggots better get down or lay down before I make you! I don't even know where to run and hide no more because you niggas won't stop snitching on me! You niggas gay and the b*tches y'all be fu*king p*ssy always smelling! Yuck! You fa*gots some leaches!" Big Fly said, with extreme anger. He was showing off his bare chest and gold chains like he usually did on the internet.

Big Fly recording on IG live 

I became low-key mad at Big Fly's video. He was using so much profanity while he was expressing himself and no one bothered to flag his uncensored post. If I had done something like that, my post would've gotten removed. To make matters worse, people were commenting on his post telling him to stay strong and to hold his head high. How fake, I thought. If Big Fly didn't like Virginia Beach, then he needed to carry his phoney ass. 

After I watched that, I fixed a bowl of seafood gumbo and then took a bubble bath, talked to Daddy P on the phone for an hour, and then went to sleep on the big comfortable Tempur-Pedic mattress.