No matter how convincing the scary story from the previous answer is, its content is just a rather successful creepypasta picked up from the Internet pages.
But in reality everything is much simpler: the picture is the cover of the single of the musical group Liars - We Fenced Other Gardens With The Bones Of Our Own, which probably inspired the author of the story.
There is a clip on the track with similar frames
This frightening picture was once attached to one very creepy story on the Internet, they were, as it were, in "tandem".
The story, in fact, was as follows. There was once a teenager named Jimmy, very confident and with a peculiar sense of humor. His jokes were "caustic", he liked to make fun of others, saying truthful and unpleasant things to their faces, which is why Jimmy often found himself in unpleasant situations. When asked why he does this to people, he replied, "the best thing is to be honest - they don't hide anything from me, and I don't hide anything from anyone." Unpleasant situations happened, but there were no serious problems. Until a certain point.
Once "under the gun" Jimmy was hit by a guy who took his jokes too seriously. This boy had some sadistic tendencies. After lessons, "victim" Jimmy, along with his friends, who also disliked the self-willed joker for obvious reasons, decided to look for the offender in the chemistry room.
“You yourself are to blame for this. Remember this. " said Brett, head of the gang, looking into the eyes of Jimmy, who was already scared to death. Immediately after these words, the guys splashed formic acid in Jimmy's face. He screamed in pain as the acid began to eat away at his skin, burning his eyes. Brett and his buddies stood and watched the agony, chuckling and giggling, and then started calling for help as if they wanted to save the guy.
The doctors arrived, the headmaster began to ask the guys what had happened. The acid had corroded his jaw so much that Jimmy by that time could no longer speak a word. The gang led by Brett said that when they walked past the office, they saw Jimmy loitering there, and then, when they heard screams, they ran to the office, Jimmy was already in this state. Jimmy watched as the guys hung noodles on the headmaster's ears, but he was unable to say anything, although everything inside him was bubbling with anger. The director, having learned about "what happened," said that he would talk to Jimmy when he could.
Jimmy was in the hospital, in the intensive care unit. His entire face was bandaged - the doctors were trying to preserve what was left of his physiognomy. Vision was preserved only in one eye, most of the jaw was corroded. He couldn't talk, and he didn't really want to. He just sat in the room, staring at the ceiling without blinking, his eyes were still filled with blood, and they read some kind of eerie hostility and anger. After being discharged from the hospital, everyone who tried to talk to him, he answered with only one word - "liars." He no longer had any social life as before, he could not even smile, let alone joke. Jimmy became a recluse and, sitting in his room, began plotting revenge. Obviously not healthy, sophisticated ideas came to his mind: he imagined how he would destroy the offenders one by one, burning them and beating them. He was waiting for the moment when this gang would be the most vulnerable - by somelast night, when they all went to their homes. Then Jimmy will take them by surprise.
That weekend Brett received a video cassette in the mail with the words "For You" scrawled carelessly. He inserted it into a VCR.
It was some kind of indistinct video taken by some guy who did not say a word during the entire shooting. First, the camera was directed at a newspaper dated yesterday. Then the close-up began to decrease and it became clear that the shooting took place in some kind of basement with bare concrete walls and floor. There was a flashing light on the ceiling that seemed about to go out. It was becoming apparent that this video was clearly some kind of devilry. The "operator" directed the camera at some guy. It turned out to be a friend of Brett from their group. His eyes were tied with some kind of dirty rag, and his mouth was gagged. He had no clothes on, his whole body was covered in blood, abrasions, cuts and some kind of lacerations, burns ... It seemed that the wounds on his back were inflicted as if someone wanted to carve a word on the guy's body ...
The "operator", whose hands were in gloves, pulled the gag out of the guy's mouth. As soon as he did this, the guy began to pray for only one thing:
“Please, PLEASE, let me go ... I ... I ... did everything you said! Oh God ... Jesse, Mike, Keith ... You fucking made me chop them to pieces! I just want to go home, dude ... Please ... Guys, forgive me ... Excuse me ... Excuse me ... "
He repeated the last words over and over again, his head bobbing back and forth.
Brett felt his legs tremble and his throat was nauseous. In the background, he made out the burned, mutilated bodies. These were his friends. On the body of each was an inscription carved in large, deep cuts.
The operator took the still living guy by the chin. He obeyed and rose. The cameraman led him to the door, and Brett clearly saw the word carved on the victim's back - "LIAR." The recording stopped suddenly.
Then the snowy edge of the forest appeared in the frame, and it seemed that the “operator” was no longer holding the camera. She was in the arms of Brett's friend. Like a dog, Brett's buddy whined and trembled. He held the camera as still as he could. The lens was aimed at nearby trees. You could hear the sounds of footsteps coming closer and closer.
“Where are you? You said I could go! YOU SAID YOU WILL LET ME GO! " The guy was screaming and crying helplessly, frightened to unconsciousness by the steps, the sounds of which were heard closer and closer, as if from all sides at the same time.
Suddenly they stopped.
The guy turned around and saw Jimmy's disfigured face, and a shrill, terrifying scream escaped from the TV speakers, and all Brett saw was the word "LIAR." The recording was interrupted again. This time it's final.
Numb with horror, Brett rushed to the front door, realizing that soon awaits him. He didn’t have time: not reaching the door, he fell back sharply, bumping into something.
The last thing he heard was the word “liar. " The acid slowly spread over his face, eating away every inch of his flesh.
The last thing he saw was Jimmy's disfigured face, twisted by a sick, perverted grin.