You looked at the clock. 3:36 a.m. You sighed and continued to stare at the computer screen, your conversation with Cleverbot turning from slightly odd to down right scary. Your few friends had already turned in for the night and were sleeping soundly in the comfort of their beds while you were hunched over your computer, your H/L, H/C in your face.

You're interesting.

Thank You.

Are you alone?

Yes..?

No you aren't... I'm right here.

I can't see you then.

I Can See You.

Really? What Am I Wearing?

You remember Cleverbot as a fun computer program that asked funny questions and gave nonsense answers, but, right now, it was a bit unsettling to talk to Cleverbot.

Black and blue underwear and an over sized purple hoodie with a pony on it.

You almost screamed. Asking Cleverbot what you were wearing was obviously a dumb question. You slammed the pc lid shut and sat at the computer desk, breathing heavily. "Creepy..." You said to yourself. You saw that the screen was still glowing and opened the lid back up to officially turn off your computer but a new message from Cleverbot just popped up.

You shouldn't have done that, Y/N.

You tensed up. You hadn't once given the program your real name. You had put a false one when he asked you your name, just to keep it interesting... But how did it have any idea what your real name was? You sighed, relieved, thinking the program got it from your google account. You were still very creeped out that it knew what you were wearing but you thought that maybe, just maybe, the program had seen you through your webcam. You went to the exit button on the site and clicked it twice. It didn't exit. You clicked it again. You CTRL, ALT, deleted and clicked the "Task Manager". Even THAT didn't close the window. You even tried to shut down the computer manually. You groaned and read the messages Cleverbot sent.

You shouldn't have done that.

Don't do that.

Stop.

NO!

You should stop.

Don't do that, Y/N.

You should stop.

It won't work.

It won't work.

Y/N, open "My Documents".

It scared you thinking that that God damn website knew what you were doing, so you typed back:

Freak. Stop it and let me shut down my computer. I'm tired.

Open "My Documents".

You let out an angry breath and opened "My Documents". All was normal excluding the new folder labeled "Open". You clicked it and it showed a screen with a .jpg file labeled "Master". You tilted you head in confusion and clicked on the image. It showed a black and white photo of children playing on a playground, a slide in the foreground and a tree in the back... You noticed by the tree a tall, black figure with what seemed like tentacles sprawling out from behind him with at least two of the children. You thought it was really creepy seeing as though the man had no facial features. A message from Cleverbot showed up.

Don't look out of the window.

Your breath hitched in your chest and you almost fell out of the computer chair. You started sweating bullets so you pulled off your sweatshirt. You had the instant feeling that you had to look out of the window but something... something was telling you that you shouldn't, other than Cleverbot.

Rolling your eyes at your fear, you got up, pulled back the curtains, opened the window and looked out at the road, lit by a single street lamp. Standing under it was... was what? A tall man wearing a black suit, looking up at you. Your E/C eyes widened when you looked a bit closer. It was the same, faceless man from the photo that Cleverbot (apparently) put on your computer. Your breathing quickened and your heart was practically popping out of your chest. You slammed the window shut and ripped the Hello Kitty curtains as you pulled them shut. You leaned against the window, back to that thing and clutched your chest. You were thinking about how insane this all was, your eyes frantically making their way over to the computer screen, Cleverbot's site still up and sending messages.

I told you not to do that.

You groaned and slammed the computer lid shut. You were getting tired of this. After smiling satisfactorily at the closed lid, you decided to walk downstairs and get some water. Walking out of your door silently and creeping down the stairs wasn't exactly easy, you thought as you made the stairs creak for the umpteenth time. As you rounded the corner into the kitchen, you saw something silver glint in the pale moonlight shining through the window above the sink. You stopped and tilted your head in confusion. You thought to yourself

Could... Could that be the man? The man from the road?

Your breath started to quicken again and you slowly grabbed a knife from the drawer. "Who... Who's there?" You asked, your voice shaky with fear. You didn't dare turn on the light, it was too far away and you wanted to get rid of whoever or whatever this was NOW.

"Who are you and why are you here?" You asked, trying to sound braver than you actually were. At the moment, you were shaking so badly you thought the knife would slip right out of your damp hands. You heard a demented little giggle and felt tears brim in your eyes, thinking some crazy person was in there with you and was going to slice and dice you all over the place. Your mind jumped to your dad and little brother. You almost broke down thinking that they could've already been murdered.

"I-I have a weapon, you freak! Don't g-get near me!" You shouted.

"I do too." Said a low, hushed voice. It sounded as if the thing speaking had a note of humor behind its voice, almost pleased that it could kill you at any second. You instantly jumped back and screamed. For a split second, anyways. A cold, bony hand covered your mouth before you could let out any audible sound. The hand twitched a bit before the killer spoke.

"Don't scream. No one can hear you anyways."