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“Good grief,” I muttered to myself, and was about to get up when I realized that firstly, I had both computers turned off before going to bed. And...how could a really old computer, without a network connection, get on YouTube?
I paused for a brief moment, before I grabbed my phone, and started recording.
“Hey,” I began, the camera pointing at the two computers. “It's around two am now...and for some strange reason, the computers, they, I don't know, man. They just turned themselves on just like that, went on YouTube, strange, I know, and played this video. And if that's not weird enough...” I pointed the phone to the old computer, “the computer on the right? That shit runs Windows 98. It's not even connected to the network. I really have no idea what's going on, but it's freaking me out.”
Bracing myself, I got up and turned on the light...and all of a sudden, the browsers closed by themselves, and then, both computers turned themselves off without my intervention. I stood there, getting more confused by what is going on right now. I decided, to added safety, to unplug everything, in the hopes of preventing any future shenanigans by whoever is behind all this.
I saved the video, turned off the light and went back to sleep.
The next morning, still wary of any tampering done on my computer, I decided to visit a local cyber cafe and rented a computer. I uploaded the video to a hosting website, and messaged DWatts with the latest events:
From: ZippoPinhead
Subject: Hey
Man, some weird things happened to me last night. I woke up like around two am, and then the computers were playing this noisy YouTube video, and when I went to turn it off, the whole thing turned off by itself. I made a recording of the whole thing here: vid.eo/zf0tx975
I then checked at the other forums, to find if there are any new updates, or more likely, wild speculation, about my case, but it appears they've already moved on to other topics. However, I received a message from a user who calls herself Strife at another forum. It read:
From: Strife
Subject: Dude
Dude, you got the same floppy as I do? That's seriously weird, man. I found it lying by the road, picked it up, and ran it at home and got those weird messages. I'm kind of confused right now, and when I looked it up about it online, the first thing I saw were the threads you made over those forums, so now I know I'm not imagining things.
I replied:
From: ZippoPinhead
Subject: Dude
Well, join the club. You're the third person who got the same floppy too. Was it for Windows or something? Sorry if I'm coming off as a bit abrupt, I had some weird things happened to me last night, which I'm sure is related to the floppy.
Strife then replied back, with:
From: Strife
Subject: Dude
Oh shit, I'm the third person? Just how many are there? And I got the Windows version of that application, and so far nothing has happened out of the ordinary other than the weird messages on my computer but that's it.
I smiled quietly to myself, knowing that, despite the bad news, at least I'm not alone in this. I've got proof that at least two other individuals, both completely unrelated to me, are also affected by this, and perhaps, we could work together to uncover the source of the floppies, and why did they see fit to do so.
I switched tabs, and soon I saw DWatts' reply to my message. It read:
From: DWatts
Subject: You missed something.
Okay, so that video you sent was weird enough, but I think, during the excitement, you probably missed something. I've screen capped it frame- by-frame for you to see.
I opened the attached images , and soon saw it: By the side of the computer desk, there was a white silhouette, looking at me with two dark holes for eyes, as I was recording. The last video, however sent a chill up my spine. It was the last frame before I turned on the light.
The silhouette was looking at the phone's camera.
And it was smiling at me, with a dark void for a mouth.
As I sat there, stunned by the final image, someone tapped on my shoulder, causing me to jump up on my seat. I quickly turned around and saw the cashier, a youth no younger than seventeen, looking at me with a floppy disk in his hand.
“W-what's the meaning of this?” I asked hoarsely.
“Sorry, dude,” he said, a look of concern on his face. “It's just...that we got this thing in the mail, and there were instructions that said we have to give it to you. You okay, man?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, “I'm fine,” and opened my palm. “Give me that disk, will you?”
The cashier handed me the disk and returned back to his desk. I then looked at the disk, and as if the video wasn't unnerving enough, the disk read: “Nowhere to hide”.
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