Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her chair, adjusting her glasses as she leafed through the pages of the crime novel. Her knees were drawn up, revealing the stripes of her knee-high socks. The soft hum of the heater and the flickering orange light of the nearby lamp added warmth to the room. Large green plants stood in the corners, their leaves swaying gently in a non-existent breeze. Everything about the moment felt ordinary, comfortable even, except for one small detail—the heavy black envelope sitting on her table.
It had arrived that morning, sealed and sent without a return address. At first, Lauren dismissed it as junk—a piece of marketing to be ignored. But something… something about the way it felt in her hands was different. It was heavy, the kind of weight that made her stomach drop. She set her book aside, staring at the envelope from behind her lenses. The muscles in her arm tensed beneath her floral-patterned underwear, the ink of her tattoo stretching slightly as she flexed in anticipation.
Minutes passed as the sun dipped lower beyond the window. She grabbed the envelope, heart now racing beneath her casual t-shirt. As her fingers tore into the black seal, a single flash drive slid into her lap. The shape was simple, but the cold metallic surface hinted at something far more sinister within. Was this a mistake? Was it meant for her?
Before she could connect it to her laptop, a soft knock on the door startled her. Lauren froze, her heartbeat thundering in her chest. She wasn’t expecting anyone. A quick glance through the peephole revealed a figure—tall, draped in a long coat, an unreadable expression under the brim of a hat. The city outside had already sunk into darkness.
“Lauren?” The voice was casual, almost friendly, betraying no sense of urgency or hostility. She knew that voice, but from where? Her mind raced through possibilities. Classmate? An old colleague? No, something was off here. She slid the flash drive into her sock for safekeeping and straightened up.
“What do you want?” she called out, stepping gingerly toward the door with her book held like a shield in front of her. Her other hand was poised, ready to reach for the nearby drawer where her late father’s silver letter opener lay silently in wait.
The man outside the door didn’t answer immediately. Instead, there was another knock. Three long, deliberate taps. When Lauren finally opened the door, a gust of cold air rushed in, as though something unseen had been sitting just outside, waiting. But the man was gone.
Panic set in—but only for a moment. She closed the door quickly and locked it, rushing back to her desk. Her laptop blinked sleepily on the table, the drive still hidden against her leg. She had a decision to make. Plug in the drive and risk whatever information it held, or throw it away, discard this as a threat best left unanswered. Her tattooed arm itched as though warning her, but curiosity… curiosity always won out.
With a click, the drive slotted into place. The screen turned black for a moment, then flickered to life with a single line of code: “I know what you’ve done.”
Disclaimer: This article may contain affiliate links. If you click on these links and make a purchase, we may receive a commission at no additional cost to you. Our recommendations and reviews are always independent and objective, aiming to provide you with the best information and resources.
Get Exclusive Stories, Photos, Art & Offers - Subscribe Today!
Post Comment