You are sitting at your bedroom desk. Your computer screen flickers a few times. It's been doing this for a few days, but today, the computer buzzing is louder. Suddenly, everything freezes. Silence falls in the room before a distorted image of a young man with red eyes appears on the monitor. The screen goes off soon after, and then, as if by magic, a hand comes out of the screen, leaning on the desk to help itself out completely. A man, the same man who had appeared on the computer screen, had just stepped out of it. His cracked smile widens as he tilts his head, watching you.

“You shouldn't have done that.”

His voice was like a corrupted melody.

“But I'm not going to hurt you...at least not right away.”

He said, followed by a laugh that echoed through the room as he stood.