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(Y/N) = Your name

(F/S) = Favourite Site.

(O/F/N) = Name of your online friend.

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"Quiet! I'd like to start now." Yelled the teacher as he stood in front of the giant whiteboard at the back of the room. All the students immediately went quiet, listening carefully and having their pencils ready to write. The classes of mister Eisenburg were the hardest, but also the ones in where you can learn the most.

He was a strict teacher, not allowing anyone to speak before granted permission. However he was also a teacher who demanded respect of all the students, merely because his explanations were so good, so correct that you could do nothing else but understand what he was talking about.

The book didn't even come close to his explanations.

You quickly wrote everything down he said, making sure not to miss one single word. You were talking about some heavy math stuff and you needed to understand this in order to pass your next test. Not that you had anything to worry about though.

Your school was working with a new system. These tests consisted of 60 multiple-choice questions. It wasn't easy though, oh no. These multiple-choice answers weren't randomly put in numbers along with the correct answer. Each answer actually made some sense if you hadn't studied the method correctly. Then you would probably forget to multiply it with X or something.

However you needed to memorize the method and make it your own in order to pass. It was one of the hardest exams in the year and most people don't pass it the first time though. Lucky for you, there were 3 total chances of passing this test before the problems started.

Once the time was up and mister Eisenburg stopped talking you grabbed your stuff and then rested your head on the table. Next lesson would be of misses Tower, but that wasn't really your cup of tea. Misses Tower could not keep the students in line, she was always screaming and it would be as noisy as hell.

You didn't mind though, you could sleep well through it. Especially since you were really tired. You could also use this time to study, because the test would be tomorrow. But you figured that concentrating in her class would be impossible, so you decided to take a nap.

Once misses Tower came in everyone started talking even louder. They just loved getting on her nerves, didn't they?

Once the day was done you were walking down the hall. Your friends had asked you to go out with them but you didn't really feel like it. You needed to study. You could almost slap yourself for always being late with the preparations for tests and even though you always passed them, this one was different.

You were contemplating whether to study in the school's library or at home. Either way, you really need to study. You decided to go to the library, thinking that it might give you more peace and concentration than at home, where the distraction train would be running past you every minute.

However on your way to the library you heard quiet sobbing. You stopped for a second, looking around whether a student could've done it. When you couldn't find anyone around you walked again, only to stop when hearing another sob.

You concluded that it came from a door across the hall, so you slowly and silently went over there. You peeked inside, not wanting anyone to see you. It might've been a student who had a bad break-up or something like that. In any case not really something you could handle right now.

Instead of some girl sitting there crying over a lost boyfriend, you saw misses Tower slowly drying her own tears in front of a computer screen. A pang of guilt was felt in your chest as you saw her that way. Was it because of the class?

"Hey, are you okay?" You decided to ask. You didn't think she would have many people to talk to here. You weren't really planning on comforting her, but it just saddened you to see her like this. You didn't want it to be because of you or the class.

She slowly turned around and when she saw it was you she turned back to the computer screen again, sitting up straight and drying her tears with her hand.

"Yes, I'm fine." You knew she wasn't and with one quick look at the computer screen you had a hunch why. The screen was black, filled with green letters. Of course. The computer had probably failed her and erased some important documents.

"Did you lose something?" You decided to ask, stepping closer and now standing next to her. She only nodded, pointing at the screen and trying not to burst into tears again. It must've been really important for her to be so upset like this.

"Maybe I can fix it?" You weren't that of a computer geek, but you had been online for so long that you knew some things about the computers. You pressed a few buttons, the combination normally used to reset the computer. It was well known.

Luckily the computer immediately obeyed, jumping back to the main blue screen while the Microsoft icon was shown. You heard misses Tower give a loud sigh of relief. You didn't think it would work, but somehow the computer seemed fine now.

"Thank you. I thought I had tried everything." She said while she typed in her password. It took quite a while but then she came towards her own desktop, the many word documents she thought were lost had automatically saved. That was quite odd, but you didn't complain.

"It's good?" You asked her before retreating from the screen. She only nodded, grabbing your arm and giving a small squeeze in it. As if to say; 'thank you' over and over again. You gave her a crooked and awkward smile as you left the room again.

You weren't a fan of helping teachers but hey, this had to be done.

Once at home you threw your bag across the room. You were so tired from all the studying that you needed to relax, do something stupid. And what could you better do than surf to your favorite site (F/S)? You grabbed your laptop and sat down, typing in the URL for (F/S).

You just loved going on there.

As you were chatting with one of your online friends suddenly a window popped up. You immediately grabbed the mouse, getting ready to close another useless add when you saw that it was a chat box. Huh? Someone was trying to chat with you?

That wasn't the strange part; it was the fact that you didn't recognize the text box. It was a plain, simple white box without anything of a symbol on it. Not the text box you recognized when talking to someone on the site you usually do. In the box stood merely a very simple 'hi.'

You decided to respond, wanting to know who this was. On top of the box stood 'unknown'.

"Hi, who is this?" You decided to ask. You weren't really against talking to someone on the internet, but you were quite careful about it. You didn't want to reveal any personal information because you never knew whether you were talking to another girl or just some creep.

"I saw you around (F/S) and decided to message you. Seem like a really nice person." You were not really sure what to think of this but what bad could it do? If it was going the bad way you would just stop talking to the person. You quickly typed back:

"That's fun. What's your name?" You then remembered the chat you had with your friend and quickly returned to it while waiting for a reply. After a few minutes, the person had replied:

"My name is Ben." Okay... So the mysterious person was a dude, eh? Well, it's always nice to meet new people. You responded to your friend first, not saying anything about the mysterious guy. Then you returned to his chat box:

"Well it's nice to meet you Ben." You decided to keep things a little more formal, because you were still unsure who you were talking to. It might still be another one of those creeps. He responded almost immediately, giving you no time to chat with your friend.

"What are you doing?" You furrowed your eyebrows and thought about it. Well, you were chatting with your friend and actually relaxing. Not much really. Maybe you should make up some story about you doing something cooler... Nah, just go with the truth.

"Nothing much, you?" You then clicked on the chat with your friend. She had spammed you with tons of messages because she was angry at you for not responding quickly enough. Damn that girl, now you had to scroll all the way down.

After a few minutes you remembered Ben, and that he had responded to you a while ago. You quickly clicked on his chat box again, being ready to answer whatever he was saying with a 'lol' but before your finger could touch the keyboard; you froze in place as you read what stood there:

"Just watching you." Okay this was kind of creepy. No, this was really creepy. Was he just fucking around with you? Was he trying to scare you? Or was he really watching you. No, that's literally impossible, he was joking around even though it sounded really weird.

"Oh, then you can see what I'm doing now!" You decided to respond, playing along with him in order to show that you really could take a joke. You didn't really pull a weird face or anything; you just smirked at the screen, nearly laughing about the boy's fantasy.

"Talking to (O/F/N). It's annoying. You should pay more attention to me." Now this was extremely weird. How in the world could he know about that? You certainly didn't tell him. You were only watching your computer with wide eyes, wondering how in the world he could've known this.

You were sure this wasn't a coincidence.

Maybe it was your friend? Maybe she was trying to have some fun with you and trick you into thinking you had this stalker. You could almost slap yourself for not thinking of it before. Of course, that would explain the different text box; she didn't want to be recognized.

"Oh I'm sorry Ben, but she's really nuts. She'll kill me when I won't talk to her!" You began to smirk as you had typed your reply. You were thinking of something else to say, but decided to leave it like this. You then clicked on the text box of your friend, typing:

"Haha, very funny (O/F/N). You're a real champ with the whole: 'Ben' idea! Were you trying to scare me?" You saw that Ben had replied. You immediately clicked on the box, wanting to know whatever 'scary' thing your friend had in mind for you next.

"Don't worry; I'll make sure she won't bother you anymore. Oh and could you move your zebra top a little lower? I'd like to see that lacy bra you wear." When reading this your whole body froze. Confusion had spread through your veins as you had read the message over and over again.

Impossible.

Impossible!

Your friend had no idea what you were wearing today, you never talked about clothes! You didn't really have a common style either so how in the world would she know that you were wearing this... Top. You had swallowed the lump in your throat as you only watched the screen with anticipation.

This was definitely not your friend anymore; you knew that for sure but... That wasn't the thing which had scared you. The thing was that how in the world he knew what top you were wearing. Your eyes shifted from the screen towards the small camera on top of the computer.

The webcam!

How stupid you are for not putting some tape on it. You were so engulfed in your thinking that you hadn't noticed your friend who responded. You clicked on her box, reading:

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" She asked followed by a few crazy smileys. Great, now you had to explain that to her. You quickly typed back that it was a joke from another friend and decided to leave it like that. She didn't need to know.

Suddenly you got yet another notice, one of Ben. You damned yourself for not immediately deleting his profile and blocking it, but you guess you still had time for that. You clicked on the box, only quickly reading the words:

"Figured it out already?" You then did a right-click with your mouse on the little box, giving out a loud sigh of relief once you saw that you could indeed block this person. Without replying you blocked him. Then you stood up, searched in your room until you found a plaster and then proceeded to tape it onto the webcam.

Whatever that creep had seen, he won't see anything now. With slight pounding in your chest you sat down again, staring at the screen and waiting for Ben to suddenly pop up with another text box. Should you tell your parents? If he got access into your webcam, then maybe he has access to other files too?

You decided to just run the anti-virus device, making sure that there was no malware on your computer before you had to call it a day. Hopefully you forget about this all soon.

Damnit, run! You sprinted towards the school with every power you had. Of course you just had to oversleep at the day of the most important test of the year. You could slam your head against the wall for not hearing your own alarm clock.

Once you came to the school you started to slow down. You still had 10 minutes, but you needed to walk to class too. You figured that now would be the right time to calm your breathing and cool off before entering the already too hot school.

You needed to make that test as calmly as possible, and when having ragged breathing like this, you were surely going to fail the 'being calm' part. You opened your bag and checked whether you had everything. Nothing was missing so you walked a little slower and calmed your racing heart.

Once inside the school you casually walked over to the classroom and entered it, the teacher immediately giving you instructions to leave your coat and bag in the front of the classroom. You could only have your ID card and school pass on the table. Even watches were forbidden.

Yeah, blame Google.

You only stared at the screen and waited for everyone to come into the classroom. Once the door was closed the teacher started to talk. Blabbering about what number you had to type in order to log into the right account and whatever you had to do after.

Once you finally had the test on the screen you were all wished good luck. You had clicked the button to start and then crossed your finger for your own well needed luck.

So it begins...

A few students already left the classroom. They were done early. Some of them real nerds who probably would get an A for this test, others were the ones who were already done with it, giving up and knowing that they would have to do a retake of the test.

You on the other hand were going pretty well. You knew almost every answer and the ones you didn't... Well you had a chance that you would guess it right. The whole room had filled itself with small 'clicking' sounds and sometimes a chair rolling backwards when a student was done.

Only 10 questions left.

You had a pretty good feeling that you were going to pass this test, that you could move on while all the other students would be still learning for the retake. You smiled a little at this thought; however when you had only 5 questions left the computer started to get glitchy.

It wasn't really bad at first, only sometimes giving a black screen for one second before turning to normal. But when your mouse didn't move anymore and the whole screen began to turn green mixed with black you immediately raised your hand.

The teacher came walking towards you, opening his mouth to say something before the whole screen turned bright blue for a mere second. After that it suddenly gave a glitchy sound and then... Complete utter darkness.

Both you and your teacher were speechless for minutes and then, without even knowing it, you gave in to a scream. The teacher immediately hushed you, leaning over and grabbing your mouse in order to see if anything could be saved. But the whole screen just kept being one black hole.

Other students started to look at you and you knew that it had only happened to your computer. You immediately grabbed your hair, trying to suppress another scream of frustration as you watched the failed attempts of your teacher to fix the computer.

It was completely dead.

Just like your test.

"Well, it seems that it can't be fixed." Your teacher said as both of you watched how two men were dragging the computer out of the room. They couldn't find the source of what had caused this glitch, but the only thing they did know is that it couldn't have been a virus.

The whole computer literally just blew up.

Once the men were out of the room your teacher stared at you, thinking of another solution for this problem. You had talked to him about it, saying that it really wasn't your fault. That it really couldn't have been your fault. They shouldn't have done these tests on a computer.

He agreed with you, saying that it wasn't your fault and that he would figure something out. After a while of silence he suddenly spoke, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

"You know what? It's our fault really. So instead of getting an extra retake, you may write an essay about the material we learned for this test. It's easier, but I guess it's only fair." You gave a loud sigh of relief and happiness while hearing his answer.

It indeed was a lot easier to write an essay about it. You only wondered why it was you who had trouble with the computer. Coincidence? Yes, you believed that to be it, but you surely did have some freaking strange bad luck with electronic devices.

Anyway you could say that this was a little better.

"I want your essay Monday morning. You get the whole weekend for it. 15 pages minimal. Is that okay?" You turned your attention towards your teacher before smiling. This was better than okay. More work yes, but quite easy.

"Fine by me."

"Goodnight!" You shouted to your parents before running up the stairs, nearly tripping over your own feet. You had to cool down after everything which had happened today, so you didn't work on your essay. Eh, but who cares right? You had two whole days to do it.

You grabbed your phone and read a few texts of your friends. You replied and then went to the bathroom. Once you had done everything in order to get ready for bed you undressed yourself. You gave one quick glance to the computer, which head was actually closed.

Good, even though you hadn't heard anything from Ben yet you were still extremely cautious with your actions. Once you were sure everything was safe you undressed yourself, standing only in your bra and panties before putting on your pajamas.

It was pretty weird to feel uncomfortable and unsafe in your own room, but it wasn't your fault. It was his fault. That and the fact that everything seemed to go against you. Was it karma? No, that couldn't be. You had helped misses Tower with her work.

You couldn't leave her like that.

Karma should've thanked you on its bare knees.

Whatever was the cause of all this demise, you wanted it to stop. You were a good person; you didn't deserve these kinds of things. You gave a loud sigh before you grabbed your phone, creeping under the cold covers and trying to warm yourself up while reading some messages.

Suddenly another strange message popped up:

'Don't be such a prude; I've seen more of you already. You do have such an awesome body." Your eyes widened almost immediately and you sat up straight in bed. This was an unknown number. Those were the only words you read. 'I've seen more of you already'. What in the world was that supposed to mean? The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up as you read it over and over again.

Were you beginning to get paranoid? Was this a joke? After everything that had happened, could it have been such a coincidence? No, this wasn't a sick joke anymore, but you couldn't help but to know it all for sure.

"Who is this?" You decided to send back .You had a hunch on who it might be, but that was impossible. Malware in your computer, okay. But malware also on your phone? That was madness. It didn't take long for the person to reply because the beeping noise had ripped you from your thoughts.

With a lump in your throat you opened the text, reading the feared sentence:

"You forgot me so soon already? That's just sad (Y/N). I haven't forgotten you though. Such a shame you couldn't finish that test, huh? Most of the answers were right." You almost began to feel real sick while reading this sentence. You knew damn well who this was, but you didn't want to believe it.

He couldn't have known all this unless he somehow got access into your phone, unless he somehow could see and hear everything from your camera. Which would be the only logical explanation...? But that was just complete madness.

Ben probably wasn't a boy. It would be a full grown man who was extremely smart and knew everything about electronics. He had set his mind on you, playing with you until you broke down or did some things you regret. You wondered what more this guy had seen of you.

By the thought of that you began to shiver.

You began to scroll through the menu, seeing if you could block the number but somehow you couldn't. It was the same like last time, on your computer. It was a whole different text box than usual and this one couldn't be changed at all.

This was indeed some sort of virus. There was no other way that these text boxes would appear on your phone like that. You could sue the company if it could.

Only one thing left then.

You closed your phone before you had turned it off. Then you removed the battery. How smart this guy may be, even he couldn't turn on the phone when it has no power. You then placed your phone on the floor and covered it with a few of your clothes. You couldn't be too sure.

Alright you now really had to tell your parents... But that would be so embarrassing. They would think that you did something regarding porn to have this 'virus' on both your phone and computer, but that really wasn't the case.

Well your computer was completely clean, you hadn't come across anything suspicious when you were on it today. You also had to make that essay tomorrow and you didn't want anyone to interfere with that. You would look at your own computer tomorrow while your phone...

Well you would let your father bring it to someone tomorrow. You couldn't use any distraction anyway. You'd come up with some excuse for it. After all, aside from our phone and laptop Ben really didn't have any way to contact you, right?

You were typing on the keyboard of your father's laptop with great concentration. The sweat was almost rolling off of your forehead as the many empty cans of energy drinks were shattered across the desk. Your gaze was only focused on the screen, watching every letter suddenly pop up on the screen.

It was Sunday. You had worked yesterday all day long in order to make the essay and 15 pages wasn't nothing. Especially when you wanted to do this as perfect as possible. You couldn't afford to get a lower grade than you had expected of yourself.

Also you used the laptop of your father since you didn't dare to use your own, afraid that it somehow would blow up. Your father's laptop was so exclusive, so clean that it would be impossible to hack or blow up out of nothing. You needed this guarantee that your essay would be safe.

So your own laptop was sitting across the room, another purchased virus scan thoroughly searching the device and cleaning everything on it.

You were almost done and it was only 12 p.m. You had the whole day to relax and calm yourself for delivering the essay tomorrow morning. Your hand automatically moved to the right in order to search for something but when you realized that you didn't have it anymore, your hand returned to its place.

Your phone.

You had given it to your father, saying that there was some freaky malware on it and that you couldn't fix it or something. Your father had only looked at you with a funny face before grabbing the phone and bringing it to someone who actually studied for things like that.

You hoped that he could find something and clear your phone.

Right now you had to work on your essay and that was the most important thing to do. Then you could finally leave it all behind and go on with school.

You were so pumped up that with every single glitch, every single time the screen froze you had to hold your breath and pray that it wouldn't get stuck. You had saved it a hundred times, so that it could be found again once the computer would suddenly without a reason shut down.

But that wouldn't happen right?

You hadn't even thought of those words. You hadn't even spoken them out loudly in your mind or your computer immediately started to give a weird noise. You had retreated your hands quickly; looking at the screen dumb folded and with fear as you saw the letters of the essay suddenly getting mixed up.

You held your heart as you only whispered:

"No, no, no!" You watched as the dancing letters formed new words, new sentences. Horror etched across your features as you had read the sentences:

"Missed me, sunshine?"

"No escape."

"I like the color red on you. On your whole body."

"Too late."

"You'll be drowning together with me soon... In your own blood."

You only stared at the screen before your fingers began to type on the keyboard, entering a few of the codes you had remembered in order to shut the whole computer down instantly, to prevent the whole device from exploding.

Nothing worked, not even pushing the on/off button or holding it. The screen began to get glitchier even more as your hands started to get sweaty. Your heart was beating like crazy as you only thought of one thing:

You needed to save your file!

Then the screeching noise increased in volume as you saw the screen switching from the deformed word document to another screen. It only showed for a few mere seconds but you had seen it. On the other side of the screen was a person.

A person with blonde hair, a maniac grin spread across his face. But what had caught your eye the most were his blood leaking eyes. They were black, but they literally leaked blood. As in blood dripping from his sockets and rolling over his cheeks.

Your mouth opened out of itself as you stared at the screen, some sort of paralyzing state had spread itself through your body as the noise only increased and increased. You had to stop this right now! Before you would get hurt.

You grabbed the laptop immediately, the noise increasing with such amount that your eardrums could pop any second now. It was as if the laptop didn't want to be touched, as if it gave the thing pain which had caused it to scream even louder. The noise was terrifying, annoying but above all so incredibly painful.

You had to push on though, because at this rate you would faint. You turned the laptop, ripped the power cable out of the device before removing the battery. The screeching noise stopped immediately as the laptop gave a huff of relief and completely turned silent.

With rough breathings and adrenaline still filling your veins you stared at the thing. You only stared. Trying to make sense out of this situation and why in the world everything was against you. Scrap that, why a certain someone was against you.

You knew he was behind this all. Behind those filthy, strange and above all fearful messages. Behind the scary picture flashing up... You didn't know what to do anymore. You couldn't ask your father for help either. Oh your father... He would get so mad once he sees what happened to his laptop...

Not to mention your whole essay... It was ruined just like your grade is now. If you can get the hard drive out of it then maybe you could print it while being on another computer but you didn't count on it. Ben had somehow found his way into your father's secured computer; he would follow you everywhere you go.

This thought only made you feel more nauseous as you dropped your head on your arms, pulling your knees to your chest as you gave a loud and desperate sigh. Why? Why had it been you who he had targeted? Why exactly now? What did he want from you?

Those messages scared you to the bone, but you were sure that they were loose threats. He wanted to scare you, he wanted you to cry and break down. Maybe he wanted you to fail this test so badly.

"What do you want from me?" You groaned loudly, not really speaking to anyone. He couldn't hear you anymore, you knew that. But it was just a release of tension. Targeted towards the higher power, praying that someone would help you with this all.

No one.

Of course.

What to do now? Should you call the police? No, they'll just turn it off; tell you that it was some kind of virus nothing more. You couldn't do anything. Your parents weren't at home today; they would be coming back in the evening.

Even if you would tell your parents... He would get what he wanted. No, you couldn't give him that. You hated his guts! Maybe he was watching right now through this laptop? Impossible, it can't operate without its battery. Whatever, you weren't planning on letting him win.

If he really wanted to have you scared... If he really wanted you to fail this test then he could try until he's death. You had to go on. You had to finish this essay and then deliver it safely to your teacher. Even if it's only to show Ben that he had no control over you.

This wasn't true, you were so extremely scared but you couldn't let it show. Not until your parents are back home again. They'll know what to do with it. Alright calm yourself, clear your thoughts and think about only one thing. The material for your essay.

But the document is already gone...

Only one thing left to do:

Write it.

You had to write your essay the way you did when you were younger. On paper. You tried to suppress the urge of wanting answers, wanting to know what exactly is going on. You had only a few hours in order to finish the essay and you weren't planning on getting an F.

You grabbed the leftovers from the laptop, including yours as you walked to the door. You had set them outside, as if it was something contagious before closing the door. No more distractions, no more goofing around and above all no more Ben. You needed to finish this ASAP.

And with that you began writing.

You already had 7 pages of words until you had to take a little break from the cramp in your hand. You had no idea that writing could be so difficult, but damn it actually was. Luckily you remembered what you had written on the computer, making it a lot easier.

You only needed to go on now. Your head snapped towards the clock. 5 p.m. Damn it! At this rate you would be going on until midnight, but you had to. You couldn't afford to stop. When you were about to begin again, your pencil ready to write...

Your alarm clock went off.

The loud noise caused you to shot up, put your pencil down, grabbed your essay and searched the room out of fright. When you realized what the cause was you slowly walked over to your alarm, pressing the button and wanting it to shut up. But it didn't. Instead it only continued.

This was it, you were going completely nuts!

You slammed the button several times. It had never ever hanged on you like that. Why now? Oh, you could guess why now. Your blood had retreated from your face and your mouth became dry. You were so fed up with this. So freaking done with this all. You wanted it to stop; you'd be willing to do anything.

You were absolutely, completely exhausted.

WHAT do you want from me?!" You screamed at the thing, slamming the button a hundred times, pressing other buttons but nothing seemed to work. When you were about to break down your attention went to the alarm one last time, watching as the shining red numbers slowly turned to red letters:

"I. Think. You. Know." Word for word was showing up and aside from the paranoia and fear you felt you were also angry. You couldn't wrap your head around the situation. Was this just some bad dream? This can't be real! Not your alarm clock. Just who is this guy?!

"Just stop!" You yelled, grabbing your head and shaking it in order to clear your mind, in order to make the noise stop. In order to get grip on this strange situation. He wasn't human, he was a completely psychopath.

"Only. If. You. Show. Me. Something. Special." Your fear turned to pure hatred as your eyes scanned across the room. It rested on a vase and before you knew it you had shot through the room and grabbed the glass, still holding your essay. Without hesitation you moved to the alarm clock, reading the words:

"It'll. Only. Hurt. A. Little."

SMACK

That was the sound your vase made when colliding with the alarm clock. Glass was flying through the room, flying past your skin as the broken parts of the alarm clock flew around your head. The noise had stopped and an eerie silence spread across the room.

The only noise heard were your deep, ragged breathings as you held the remains of the vase. Your hands were bleeding, glass had found its way into your cheek, arms and legs but you couldn't care. You only cared about that awful noise and how it had stopped.

This was madness!

You dropped the remains of the vase before bolting out of the door, your essay got stuck to your hand thanks to the blood but you couldn't care. You didn't feel any pain at the moment. Just the urge to get out of this house as soon as possible and call the police.

Curse the fact that you didn't have a cell phone right now!

You nearly tripped over the stairs as you continued your way to the front door. You needed to go to the neighbors. Fuck logic, this was some serious harassing and stalking! When you wanted to run through the living room you stopped immediately.

Your breath got stuck in your throat as you watched in horror. You saw something so strange, so scary that you were nailed to the ground by fear. The TV. was only showing snow... But that wasn't the weird part.

No, the strange part was that all of the electronic wires, from your internet cable, from the TV, even from the charger of your phone... Were all flying around, moving like snakes would do. Swift and quick. You couldn't help but to rub your eyes, pinching yourself and hoping it was all a bad dream.

"You shouldn't have done that." You heard a dark, deep voice saying. It didn't sound human, it sounded robotic, extraterrestrial. You didn't listen to the voice anymore as you bolted to the door, avoiding the electrical wires and hoping you would reach it in time.

That is until one of them had caught you by surprise and wrapped itself around your throat. You fell down immediately, grabbing the wire in order to breathe, but it was just pulling tighter.

"You think you can escape? That's cute." You began to kick with all you had, prying your fingers underneath the wire in order to get some well needed air. In response to your struggling your legs were roughly tied together by another wire.

You had enough strength to turn your body, clawing your nails into the floor and giving a loud scream. You prayed that the neighbors would hear you, that someone would hear you.

"No one will come and save you now."

You had trouble breathing as more wires had wrapped themselves around your waist, ankles and arms. When you were completely restrained the whole thing fell silent. You then heard footsteps behind you, but turning was impossible.

Suddenly a foot was pressed against your face and you had a hunch on who it could be.

"You know, I like you. However choking doesn't really suit that pretty face of yours. Maybe drowning would be more your style now, wouldn't it?" You began to struggle even more, but his foot only pressed harder. He gave a loud, dark chuckle.

"Get off of me your creep!" You shouted at him, wanting to spit in his face and tell him what kind of bastard he was, but you couldn't because a wire had wrapped itself around your mouth.

"Oh don't worry; you're not getting rid of me that easily. First we're going to have some fun. It's been a while since I've had a victim this good-looking." At these words your eyes only widened and you began to struggle even more. The foot then was removed from your face.

"Or I could make you my pet? Then we can play my favorite games all day long." You had nearly had to puke at this. You wanted nothing more than to escape this killer, but all these wires... They made it impossible to even move an inch.

"Well come on, I don't have all day." You then felt the wires dragging your body up whilst you were slowly coming closer to the TV. You had no idea why you would be going towards that thing but nothing surprised you now. Who knows what is going to happen?

You felt a harsh slap across your butt before Ben spoke again:

"A little faster, I'm all fired up now." You couldn't really handle yourself right now. If you weren't restrained you would kill Ben right on the spot. He was freaking taking you with his wires! He was going to do stuff to you! Someone, anyone, help!

When you were almost at the TV. Ben had stopped moving with you. He now stood on the side and with every inch moving you could see more of him until you finally realized who he was. He was the guy you had seen when your father's computer was breaking down.

He was the guy with the bloodshot eyes.

That was the last thing you saw before you were completely engulfed into the TV. Entering this strange world in which Ben had the main hand.

The whole room had turned to normal, the only thing out of the ordinary was the with blood stained essay sprawled across the floor of the living room.
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