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The monitor went black. A single line of white text appeared:

I didn't click it. I didn't have to. The audio began playing through my speakers at a frequency so low I felt it in my teeth rather than my ears. It was the sound of someone breathing—not into a microphone, but right against the back of my neck. PR0T0C0LZZZ.rar

The screen didn't show a program. It showed a live feed from my own webcam. But in the video, I wasn't sitting alone. A figure stood behind my chair, its hands hovering inches above my shoulders. It looked like a corruption of pixels, a glitch given human shape. The monitor went black

In the video, the figure leaned down and whispered into my ear. On my physical ear, I felt the cold burst of air. The audio began playing through my speakers at

I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't move. I looked down at my hands. They were starting to flicker into violet pixels.

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