MicroHorror

It’s late, about 2:30 AM. She jumps on the PC. No mood for television. Lightning flashes. Raindrops sound mysterious against her windowpane. She checks e-mail first.

“Wanna play hide and seek?”. Sender unknown. I w-i-l-l p-l-a-y, she types. A half hour passes, still no response. Although, she felt like someone was X-raying her. Check e-mail again. “I was gonna play!” she laughs out loud. Then–her windows frost and a deep voice whispers, “GO SEEK”. Erotic shadows dance on her screen.

Frozen with fear, she cannot move or speak. Her ribcage pulsates. Hands from behind massage her neck and explore her anatomy. Her exhale, now irregular, seems to approve the invasion. She echoes somberly, wondering who could this be. She turns around and screams. Screams are silenced. Hellish maggots laugh at her, while dissolving her soul into damnation. Devil types back, Y-o-u F-o-o-l!