***Disclaimer: this is a fictionall tale inspired by real world observations. Im going to write it as a series.

Chapter 1

”Become rich beyond your wildest dreams!” came pouring out from the speakers as Jack watched the youtube video of some young guy boosting about his fortunes next to a Bentley he suposedly bought with the ”easy” money he was talking about.
”All you need to do, to start making money today, is to click on the link down below this video. Thats the first step to start your journey towards financiall freedome. It worked for me. It will work for YOU TOO!”
Jack was desperate, in the back of his head he knew it must be to good to be true, but he hade debts up to his ears and he just hade to find a quick solution to his problem. He clicked the link, the guy hade said you could start with as little as a 100$, not that Jack acctually hade a 100$ to spare but he knew he could most likely get himself an online credit card and use that to borrow the money. If what the guy said was true he could use some of the money to pay of the dent further down the road. In worst case scenario he could maybe sell something off to keep his head above the water untill the money started pouring in. After all, the guy hade said you could make a 100$ investment into a 500k$ investment in a matter of just six months. He was sure that in just a month or two he could start to pull out some of the money. The site looked professional and clean, but he wasnt to concerned about that, all he could really think about was how this would be his ticket out. There was no other options really, he hade to believe in this, because, what else could he do.

That night, he couldnt sleep, he knew, he knew it wouldnt work. But he hade to believe in it. He hade to. In his desperation he hade managed to lend 500$ for his initiall investment. He wasnt feeling well at all now that he thought about it. He pushed the thought away. The guy hade said it was a guaranteed success. He would be making around 1% interest each and every day. He coudlnt seem to relax, his thoughts was running circles in his head. The sheets stuck to his skin as he turned on his side, they where soaking wet from his own sweat. It hade to work...

(Continues in Chapter 2: https://steemit.com/story/@bitcoinpoems/down-the-coinhole-pt2 please upvote to motivate a continuation)