"You stole someone's computer?" she asks after we reach my house. We simultaneously sit on my bed, the computer laying between us on the sheets.
"I told you it's not stealing, Katie, I found it."
"You found it in a lost and found box at a popular café. Someone is probably looking for it right now," she argues.
"Whatever, it's here now," I say to end the debate, opening the lap top for the second time since I found it. Once again, the device turns on automatically and opens to the home screen. Despite her prior arguing, she moves over next to me to see what's on the laptop, her long black hair swaying with her movements.
"How'd you unlock it?" She asks.
"It wasn't locked, it's weird."
We both stare at the screen, looking over every icon.
"Oh, look," Katie exclaims, pointing at the 'games' tab.
"Oh cool. Let's see what games they've got," I answer, swiping my finger over the touchpad and clicking on it.
"Damn, they must be a hard-core gamer. There must be at least 100 games on this thing," she says. It is a lot of games.
"Let's see what else they've got," I think out loud. I close out the game tab and scan over the rest of the icons on the home screen. Music, notes, documents. Not much aside from regular computer information.
"Oh wait, what's that?"
I direct my gaze to where she is pointing and stare at the lone icon in the bottom corner. It almost blends in the with black background. Maybe they did that on purpose?
"Let's find out," I answer, as I swipe across the touchpad once again, clicking on the mysterious, untitled square.
Once open, it's still unclear what exactly it is. It first opens to a black screen with a small symbol in the center, which looks oddly familiar for some reason. It then swaps directly to what I assume is the 'home' page, which just looks like a regular website.
"This looks dumb," Katie states.
"I don't know. It still seems sketchy to me."
We look over it for another moment before she grows impatient, as with everything.
"C'mon Alex, turn that thing off and let's actually hang out. I didn't come over here to look at a dumb computer," she complains. I look over the screen once more before reluctantly closing out of the site and setting the lap top on top of my dresser across the room as Katie starts babbling on about one thing or another, though my mind keeps wandering back to the computer the rest of the night.
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Unfriended: Dark Web Creepypasta Story
HorreurThere have been a lot of stories about the dark web. I didn't believe any of them were true. That is until I found this lap top at an internet café. Now I think my life may be in danger. ~This is a short story I wrote for a contest. The summary is t...
