“You’ve reached Technical Support – virus, hacking, or possession?”
“Well, the browser freezes and there’s this music and the sound of static. It closes the files I’m working on and changes them, adds letters.”
“I can see an intrusion, but the trace... disappears. What do the letters say?”
The laptop’s on my bed, the eye of its webcam flashing. I go through the affected files and jot down the letters, keep searching. When I’m finished, my eyes are burning. The words on the paper quiver: “They are coming for you, Rabbit. Run.”
Only my brother called me Rabbit. My dead brother.
Author bio: Laila Amado is a migrating researcher currently adjusting to life somewhere in Southern Europe. Writing flash fiction makes her happy. You can meet her @onbonbon7
Digital is part of 101 Fiction issue 21.