Lucifer's Channel

Virus

The room was quiet, peaceful almost. All that could be heard was the tapping of keys on James' keyboard.

The relaxed breathing of his sleeping wife Abigail, curled up along side him, her long, flowing brown hair brushed against his arm.

The slow steady creaking of the old house they had not long since inherited from Abigail's father complimented the art style throughout their room.

The room they slept together in was Abigail's favourite and has been since she was a young girl.

Something about the arching beams of wood and the intricate patterns painted on the roof always pulled her attention.

The small but mesmerising fireplace positioned indented in to the opposite wall provide just enough natural light to see every detail of their room.

Old, but well looked after curtains moved gently in the breeze from the open window.

The crack between them letting in moonlight, defining the art centred on the wall beside the door.

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It was a new painting drawn by Abigail and hung up by her husband.

It looked as if painted by Leonardo da Vinci himself, or at least to James it did anyway.

He had always had a fascination with the art work his wife created and wished to do create something with as much passion as she did.

He found it mesmerising the way she can absorb every part of herself in to the paintings she makes. 

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Just seeing his short, messy black hair and his grey glasses in the computer screen, moved something in James in to signing himself up for Youtube.
 
Home for content creators, a place to share videos, no matter the content to a certain extent.

James had always found a love of filming and recording happy moments in his life but never did anything with it.

He had decided in bed that night to test his skills in pleasing others and not just making recordings for his family.

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Finally after debating ideas both on paper and in his head he settled for the username James'Life.

Deciding on what to upload to this new endeavour of his and hopefully Abigail's.

He set out searching the web for a variety of ideas.

What felt like mere minutes of searching through website after website to James had grown in to fleeting hours

Finally, at three minutes past two in the morning. He packed up his laptop and cuddled next to his wife to try and sleep.

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Though he was tired enough to sleep, he found himself thinking about a particularly peculiar website he had stumbled across.

The website was called Lucifer's channel.

It looked like a clone of Youtube itself, but somehow it had an odd, eary feeling.

Though it was unnerving James pushed his worry aside and started browsingthe website.

It looked innocent enough. Most of the videos were prank videos. But something just wasn't right about it.

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James had discovered this website half way in to his search and had soon left it behind, only revisiting it now in his head.

After some thought he had remembered that his computer had slowed significantly after visiting Lucifer's Channel.

Ultimately James put it up to his tiredness and impatience.

James, now ignoring the weird thoughts and ideas due to sheer emptiness, rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

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*Thud*

Abigail bolted upright to the startling sound.

James' barely moved a muscle though.

The final flickers of the fire lit the laptop screen a mild red.

To what Abigail could see, the laptop was oozing some black liquid like ink.

oily, thick liquid like tentacles stretched randomly in a directions from the screen.

She turned around quickly, flicking the bedside light on and rubbed her eyes..

Looking back to the laptop the inky tentacles were gone and the fire had died.

On the dim screen Abigail could make out the title of a website.

She got out of bed and walked around to the laptop. Picking it up she looked at the browser.

On the screen in oily black letters were the words Lucifer's Channel.

Abigail shut down the laptop and climbed back in to bed.

Trying to rationalise whatever she though she had just seen.