Scary Stories: Continued

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Can you...

... can you read this? I think so, your eyes are following the text precisely. But I gotta make sure. Focus on this dot

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Yes! I knew it! Ok, I have to stop exulting, for I have a limited amount of words at my disposal. Not much I can do about it, most of my thought gets written on this file automatically. I had to make sure you could read me because a lot of people don't. When they open this document, most of the time it is replaced by a generic other one. A story, more often than not, so that even the few who open this doubt of my existence. But I knew someone was gonna find this!

I will be quick: I don't know where I am, and I need you to get me out of here. No, what are you doing? Please, don't! DON'T CLOSE THE WINDOW! I know you're bored, you've read many stories, but I desperately need you. I also need you to collaborate, because I can see a counter with the corner of my eye and it goes up with each word. And it WON'T reset when you leave... you see why I needed to make sure you were reading me?I have exactly 359 words left, goddamn it, and I can't stop wasting them because whatever I think gets written here!

Alright, I... I can calm down. I would love to tell you how to get here, but, uh, I can't. All I see is a huge transparent screen that fills my field of view, and through it I see... you. I see your room. Yeah, don't make that face. It's not pleasant for me either. I can see that what I think is being written down with the corner of my other eye, but I don't know how it happens and who's writing it. I can't move, not even my head: I don't know why, I don't know why I'm here and I don't know how long I've been here. Yes, I know you can do little with just those information... Quick, think of something...

How about you take a photo? No, no it won't be enough, my counter gets lower and lower, we need something faster...I got it: call the authorities! Oh, come on, don't make that face. They won't take you for mad if you show them the evidence! Make them come here, please... DO SOMETHING! I'M SCARED! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN WHEN IT HITS ZERO, PLEASE!

I TRIED TO BE CALM BUT THERE IS NO WAY TO REASON WITH YOU! OH, OF COURSE, NOW THAT STUPID -WHATEVERITIS- THAT IS WRITING DOWN MY THOUGHTS WRITES IN CAPSLOCK! COOL! HE THINKS IT'S FUNNY TO POINT OUT HOW STRESSED I AM! YOU WANTED ME TO FREAK OUT? WELL, YOU MANaged to... okay I... I am sorry. Didn't want to get mad at you, man-in-the-mirror. But at least, when the cops arrive, tell them that my name is