I Think My Roomate is a Murderer

Chapter 5

I waited for what seemed like an eternity outside the closet door in case he came back home, then I heard the printer's buzz finally stop. I hurried back into the closet to get a peek at who this bastard would try to kill next. I picked up the photo and all the breath in my lungs escaped into the humid closet air.

It was the first time I recognized someone in one of his photos, and I recognized him all too well - it was me.

My heart sank into my abdomen and I stumbled to the ground. Thirty-first, I thought. He's going to kill me. I racked my brain for any ideas. Calling the police wouldn't work. He would be released until there was evidence of his crimes, and he'd use that time to hunt me down.

The irony of being randomly selected by his first generator was insane. Out of millions of people, it chose me. I know for a fact he used the random generator because it currently said "Printing photo..." while the other one sat untouched.

Then it hit me. I would replace my picture with someone else's. I went to the other generator. This one was highly different. Instead of pressing a button and grabbing a random victim, this one allowed him to choose his own. He could go to any social media site, take a picture, and voila - his next victim.

Instead of just one button, though, this one had many. It was so extensive. It had links for every social media site imaginable. Click on that link and buttons exclusive to that site would appear.

I clicked on the site I wanted to use. I noticed that it looked the same as the original site except for two buttons at the bottom. As I navigated the site's different pages, the two buttons would change accordingly to accommodate where exactly in the site I was. The whole thing would be quite impressive if it were used for other purposes.

As I came to the page where I would get the photo, the buttons changed like I said. Now there were two:

USE THIS PHOTO and SNAP READER'S WEBCAM

After I clicked on the latter, it gave me the option to print it immediately, so I did. I sat and waited for it to finish so I could replace my own photo with the new one. The buzzing stopped a few seconds ago; the photo was done. I picked it up and looked at who would be his next victim.

If it's any consolation, your picture looks better than mine anyway.