Creepypasta Short Stories

Computer Ghost from Another World

I logged in again.

"Mio, can you register for the exam?"

"Not yet..."

"Why does your teacher deal with the requirements this late? If you skipped the first course, it's obvious that not all requirements are met to register for the second course's exam. If you can't register by tomorrow, you'll have to wait an entire year to take the exam again! Contact him one more time!"

"But... I already sent an email earlier today."

"The deadline is tomorrow, right?! Contact him!"

"Yes..."

As I said it, my Mom left the room and slammed the door shut behind her. I had tried to contact my teacher for a week because I couldn't register for the exam. It said that I didn't finish the course required to be able to register for the exam on the website. Something that my teacher should've known from the beginning of the semester since I skipped it because of preexisting knowledge. I checked both the exam registration website and my emails multiple times a day, and my stress level rose to a point my pulse was probably around 180 all the time.

My head hurt as I turned off the computer. There won't be a response, anyway.

Strangely enough, my classmates were all huge fans of this particular teacher, since he seemed to be the most reliable and his lessons were told to be more fun than others. I barely knew him, so I couldn't judge. If he couldn't fix a problem as small as to mark the first course as 'successfully participated', it'd be kinda weird.

"Aaaaa, okaaay let's check one more time. Even though I already checked like 100 times today."

I turned on the computer one more time, typing in my username and password in less than 10 seconds.

"I should sleep early today. My headache is killing me..."

While looking at the empty email window, I also checked the exam registration website on another tab.

"Hm? What's this?"

When I closed the browser window, the screen suddenly turned black.

"Huuuuh, don't tell me it's broken! But it worked completely fine just now, why did it break?"

Suddenly, there was a voice.

"Hello. You can't register for that precious exam, can you? What a pity."

"What? Who is speaking?"

"Who? I am the spirit of the computer you so preciously use every single day. You know it's kinda tiring to see you log into your email account like 1000 times a day."

"A spirit? Don't mess with me! You hacked this computer, didn't you? Stop it, there isn't anything valuable on there anyway, except for lesson notes and homework."

"Are you sure about that? There is sooooo much data on this computer, you don't even know."

This person I had never spoken to before suddenly made my screen go back to life, opening files upon files while I desperately tried to stop what he was doing with my own mouse. Even pressing the power button was useless.

"Look what we have here."

More and more files popped up, pictures, documents, videos, every possible thing that had ever existed on this computer also from before I got it secondhand. It even showed documents that were deleted years ago.

"Why are you showing this to me? You don't even know me! Now cut it out!"

"Aww, so cute... you even took screenshots of your old chats with friends. Why did you collect them hundreds at a time?"

"What do you want?"

"Hmm?"

"I asked what you want!!! I need to register for my exam. So please excuse me."

I took the mouse, trying to click every possible thing on the screen. But I couldn't.

"You little one really think that checking this website day after day is gonna make it get better, right? But it won't get better. It was me who made your registration impossible. Ahahahahaha! If I don't give you permission, you will never be able to register for anything in your entire life!!!"

"STOP!!!"

The pressure of the situation had built up in my chest long enough, it exceeded my power to hold it back. A pair of scissors in hand, I stabbed it into the screen until the voice became a mess of dead computer sounds. My irritated breathing was the only sound in the room until I heard myself sob from the overwhelming amounts of feelings. Tears fled down my cheeks as the door to my room was suddenly pushed open.

"Don't be so loud! What the hell are you doing in here?! Are you okay?"

My mother's gaze shifted from the broken screen to my face full of tears, and back to the screen.

"Why on earth did you break your monitor?! How do plan on continuing your studies if you break your computer that we got you specifically for that?!"

Her voice rang in my ears while the color of her face took on a more and more red tone. Of course she wouldn't believe me talking to a hacker on my computer that pretended to be a ghost.

"T-the screen turned black all of a sudden, and there was a voice...!"

"Miu, are you okay? Your mind seems to be going a little too wild. Could it be because of the stress?"

She held her hand up against my forehead, her eyes filled with anger and concern at the same time.

"Go to sleep, you'll be better tomorrow."

With those words she exited the room not giving the broken screen another thought. Sitting there, I stared at it for a few minutes before reaching out to touch it. The insides of the screen were peeking out, but the scissor still sticked in there.
My hand grasped the plastic handles of the scissors, and I attempted to pull it out, but it was stuck. But that wasn't the only strange thing. My entire hand refused to let go of the scissors. It felt like it was glued to it.

"What the hell..."

I pulled again, with the force of my other hand, but it wouldn't let go. Then, suddenly the broken part of the screen got bigger and bigger, opening up a large black hole into which my hand was disappearing. Neither my screams nor my body itself remained in the room as it was swallowed up into the endless darkness that lurked behind my screen. A whole another world, where I would soon meet the voice that spoke to me through my computer screen.