Do Not Disconnect
Torie was a teenage girl. She lived in a small town in North Dakota. She could be a troublemaker at times, but her heart was in the right place.
In school, she was very envious of her friends. Almost all of them had snazzy new iPod touches, and she only had an old CD player her mom gave to her.
So on her birthday, she finally got what she wanted, an iPod that her parents purchased online. It seemed like an older version, not as fancy as the iPods her friends had, but she didn't mind.
Torie tried to turn it on for the first time, but it didn't start up. She assumed it was low on battery life, so she plugged it into her computer. She grasped it in anticipation for it to get charged, and before she knew it, it was finished charging.
It seemed odd, but she just shrugged it off and went to unplug the iPod. When she touched the wire, she felt an immensely painful electric shock. Her finger started bleeding, and suddenly her computer started flashing red and black and burned an upside-down cross into the screen. Her computer's speakers started blaring what seemed to be some sort of gargling played in reverse. Her computer then shut down a few seconds afterwards.
The bleeding was getting worse, and she didn't want her parents to know. She wrapped her finger up in her shirt and ran to the bathroom. After washing off the blood, she saw that the bleeding wound was also in the shape of an upside-down cross. She felt a very disturbing sensation. She went to bed and tried to forget about it.
She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. It had seemingly unreadable text and jumbled up numbers on it. Slowly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw blood oozing from the walls. She heard faint moaning coming from outside, and a cloudy, disfigured winged creature landed on her window sill. It looked like a wire was sticking out of a gash in its chest. The wire fell from its body like a thousand pound weight. Its head started twitching, and it creepily jittered toward her bed.
She tried to look away, but some force was making her keep eye contact. Every muscle in her body wouldn't move. She could see the burning hatred in its eyes. As it got closer, she screamed for help, and tried to get out of bed, but she still couldn't move at all. It moved closer and closer, until it was only an inch away from her face. It loudly moaned at her, sounding like it was underwater.
The creature started slowly gauging her eyes with its claws, and the creature yelled the same reversed gargling she heard earlier. After what seemed like hours of torture, out of nowhere the creature fell down, burning. Even as it was on the ground in pain, its bulging eyes were locked on hers. She then woke up, from what seemed to be a disturbing dream. She ran into her bathroom to look at her eyes. They were bloodshot and they stung badly.
The next morning before school, she tried to see if she could get the computer working again. Once again when starting up the computer the screen was blood red, but this time the gargling was much louder. Her iPod was still showing the "Do not disconnect" screen. Her bus just arrived, so she turned off the computer and left a note on the screen, telling her dad to try and get her iPod working when he came home for lunch. She left for school.
She then came back home and eagerly ran towards the computer to hopefully find her iPod in working condition. When she turned the corner of the computer room, she suddenly stopped with shock. She witnessed her dad's bleeding, charred body lying on the floor. A claw scratch was visible on his face. The computer screen was frozen with a cross-shaped crack on it.
The reversed gargling started playing so loudly her ears began to bleed. She fell to the floor next to her father's body. She put her hands over her ears, crying. She saw the iPod's charging cable shoved into her father's chest. The cord seemed to be slithering further and further into his body, endlessly. The iPod was lying on the keyboard, still with the same screen on it.
Do not disconnect.
Credited to Emelljee
Originally uploaded on September 18, 2011
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