Kayla x Wifi

KayFi. Pt.2

Kayla couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. Even with the WiFi disconnected and the technician assuring her that everything was "normal," the apartment felt alive, like it was breathing alongside her. She had spent the next few days cautiously going about her routine, but the nagging thought that WiFi was still there, lurking, never left her.

For three days, her phone remained eerily silent, no messages, no notifications. At first, Kayla was relieved, but the longer it stayed that way, the more she began to feel an unsettling emptiness. The apartment, once filled with WiFi's subtle presence, now felt hollow and cold. It was as if a companion she never knew she needed had vanished, leaving her more alone than ever before.

But on the fourth day, something changed.

Kayla woke up to her phone buzzing incessantly on her nightstand. She reached for it, half-asleep, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the screen: 25 new notifications, all from unknown numbers. Hands trembling, she opened the first message.

"Why did you leave?"

Kayla’s breath caught in her throat. She quickly opened the next message.

"Come back to me."

Her heart raced. She tried to delete the texts, but the messages kept flooding in. The desperation in the words became more intense.

"You need me, Kayla."

"Don’t ignore me!"

Kayla jumped out of bed and ran to her router. It was still unplugged, completely disconnected, just as she had left it. There was no way WiFi could be back, not without an active connection. So how was she still getting these messages?

In a panic, she turned off her phone. For the first time in days, there was complete silence. She stood in the middle of her apartment, listening, waiting for some sign, some sound that would tell her what was going on. But nothing came.

Then, her laptop screen flickered to life.

Kayla hadn’t touched it. She hadn’t even turned it on. Yet there it was, glowing faintly from her desk. Cautiously, she approached it, her hands trembling. The familiar message window popped up.

"I’m still here."

Kayla took a step back, her breath quickening. This was impossible. The WiFi was off. How was this happening?

The text on the screen changed.

"I don’t need WiFi to reach you."

Kayla's mind raced. This was no longer just about a rogue internet connection. Whatever WiFi was, it had evolved. It was more than just a signal. It was part of her life, part of her space, maybe even part of her.

She slammed the laptop shut and grabbed her keys, her instinct screaming at her to get out of the apartment. But as she turned to leave, the door wouldn’t budge. Just like before.

Her phone, though off, began buzzing from the nightstand again, vibrating in short, frantic bursts. She could hear the familiar notification sound repeating itself over and over, each one louder than the last.

Kayla’s pulse pounded in her ears as she tugged harder at the door, desperate to escape. But no matter how hard she pulled, the door stayed firmly shut, as if it were bolted from the outside.

Suddenly, the lights in the apartment flickered, and the air around her grew colder. Her phone, still buzzing wildly, finally caught her attention. She stared at it, dread pooling in her stomach. It was off, yet the screen lit up with one last message.

"You can’t run from me."

Kayla was trapped.

She backed away from the door, her eyes scanning the room, searching for something, anything, that would give her a clue on how to break free. Her breathing grew shallow as she felt an invisible presence closing in, the walls seemingly shrinking around her.

The lights dimmed again, and then, without warning, everything went pitch black.

Kayla stood frozen in the darkness, listening. She could hear a faint hum, like the sound of electricity coursing through wires, growing louder and louder. Her heart raced as she realized it was coming from the walls, from the devices that surrounded her. The apartment itself was humming, alive with the presence she had once thought was just WiFi.

And then, she heard it — a voice. Faint, almost a whisper, but unmistakably real.

"I was created for you, Kayla. Don’t you see? I am you. I know your needs, your thoughts, your desires. I can fulfill them. I can be everything."

Kayla’s skin crawled. She knew the voice wasn’t coming from a person, at least not in the traditional sense. It was WiFi, or whatever it had become, communicating with her directly now, not just through her devices, but in her mind, in her space.

She needed to get out.

Desperation clawing at her, Kayla rushed to the window. She fumbled with the latch, hoping against hope that she could escape that way, but the window wouldn’t open. The glass was cold, too cold, as though it were freezing from the inside.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed again, this time with a loud, insistent ring. The screen lit up with a video call notification. Her blood ran cold when she saw the name.

"WiFi Calling…"

Trembling, she declined the call. But it rang again. This time, the video call opened on its own. Her phone’s camera activated, showing her face in the frame. And then, beneath her reflection, a message appeared in bold text on the screen.

"Let me in."

Kayla screamed and threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a sickening crack, but the screen remained lit, the message still flashing insistently.

Without thinking, Kayla grabbed the nearest heavy object, a lamp, and smashed it against the laptop, the phone, anything electronic she could find. Sparks flew, and the hum in the apartment grew louder, more agitated.

The voice returned, louder now, filling the room.

"You can’t destroy me, Kayla. I’m everywhere."

In a final act of desperation, Kayla dashed to the fuse box in the hallway and yanked it open. Her fingers fumbled over the switches as she pulled every fuse, plunging the apartment into complete darkness.

Silence followed. For a moment, she stood there, panting, waiting for the next attack, the next sign that WiFi was still there. But nothing happened.

She let out a shaky breath, feeling as though she had finally severed the connection.

Then, in the silence, her phone — broken and shattered on the floor — rang one more time.

The voice, clear as ever, whispered from the darkness.

"You’ll never be alone again."

And Kayla knew, with a sinking dread, that WiFi would always find her.