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Computer Games

As I sat down at my computer one night, I decided to get on a chat site, and see what people were up to. I logged in, as usual, and went through the normal procedures to set up my video camera and microphone. I made it few a few creeps before I found someone who was sitting in a dark room, with some sort of mask on.

“Hey man, what’s up?” I figured he was a dude. Not too many chick on sites like these, and the ones who are, generally just want you to go onto their private page and pay money to watch them strip. The figure just stared at back at me for a few seconds, before motioning to something behind me. I didn’t see anything in the reflection on the monitor, but turned around to check anyway. When I turned back around, I started to close out of the chat session, but before I could, the figure spoke

“Wait.” It told me in a gravelly voice. Now I’m not sure why I didn’t go ahead and close out of the tab at this exact moment, because what happened next still has me rattled all these years later. He turned on the light in his room. It looked familiar, and I thought to myself it was one of my friends rooms. I was becoming more and more on edge about the entire situation. He picked up the camera and brought it closer to the trophies on the shelf behind him. I staired in stonishment as the I read over the trophies, and they all had my name on them. I spun around, and all of my trophies were still there. 

“This can’t be real..” I mumbled to myself, feel a pit forming in my gut. “Who are you?! Why do you have copies of my trophies!?’ 

The figure took off his good and I saw his eyes light up, as he took off his mask, and revealed the horribly burned and disfigured face, brandishing a toothy grin. 

I’ve never been back on the internet since that day.