The first result was a mirror. The second was his own face. The third was a countdown.
Leo reached for the power cord. The screen smiled first. Want me to continue the story or adapt it into a different format (script, creepypasta, game dialogue)? Searching for- double GhostFreakXX in- ...
Four seconds left.
Leo hadn't typed that. His hands were still hovering over the keyboard, the same way they had been for the past seven minutes—since the first unsolicited line of code had appeared in the search bar. The first result was a mirror
And on it, two identical profile pictures. Same angle. Same expression. Same absence of eyes. Searching for- double GhostFreakXX in- ...
Double.
Leo turned. The basement was empty. But the second screen—the one he'd unplugged three weeks ago—was glowing a soft, venous blue.