The thing was deprived, deprived of every value, deprived of success, deprived of family, deprived of a good life.
It sat down in its computer chair, taking in the blue light. Oh, that blue light he'd become so familiar with over the years. Oh, what a wonderful thing, blue light, a thing that made pictures and shapes and excitement and fun and ruin. The thing stared at the screen. The desktop computer. Brilliant.
It logged in.
The thing was a monster, a thing without values, a thing who could not love. The thing was a moving, living monster. The things cell phone rang. "Address?" The thing on the other end asked.
"428 Oak Street." The thing answered.
"Thanks."
The thing laughed.
Another down.
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787
Mystery / ThrillerIt started with an E-Mail, from an anonymous source named 787. It read, simply, "Be Prepared." Ian's iPhone has a virus, a virus directly targeted towards him. After that day, gruesome deaths begin to occur around town. Murders, stabbings, choking'...
