You’re next

Goddamn mondays”, John thought. He had had an extremely busy day at the office. Being a programmer, and a deadline was nearing, all the programmers had to put in extra hours in order to have the prototype ready for the next meeting with the client. John was exhausted. But he knew he couldn’t go to sleep right away. Too many thoughts running around in his head. So, he sat down in front of his home computer. He intended to check some creepypastas, and clear his head. Odd way to relax, but it worked for him. Somehow, the change of scenery from the hectic workspace to a random ghost story helped to clear his mind. He turned his computer on and read a short one, followed by another. He was starting to relax, and his head was getting clearer. Clicking on the next story, a new, smaller window opened, with some sort of a video stream. Hmm, some sort of malware?”, he thought.

On the video stream , a rather disheveled looking man appeared. His hair was unkempt, strutting up in random places. His eyes were wide and it looked as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. Behind him was a blackboard, with some weird looking symbols and texts. On his right side was a desk with two massive tomes on it. The man looked around, as if he was afraid of something. Then he looked straight into the camera, speaking in a hoarse voice. ”I-if there is anyone watching, you still have time to stop. It takes a few minutes for it to manifest on your end. I-I am not sure if it is a curse, a demon or something entirely different. I mean, once you see it, you have a week. And after precisely a week, this happens. What you are watching now.” The man stopped, his eyeballs moving slowly from side to side, as if he was thinking. ”Oh great, now we have a ‘the ring’ clone circling on the web”, John said to himself. As if he could hear him, the man looked straight at the camera again. ”If you are still watching this, I am sorry,” the man said in a quiet tone, rubbing his hands together. ”You have a week to rid yourself of the curse. And if I played my hand correctly, I am free. So, thanks for that at least.” The man began to smile, eventually showing yellowed teeth. After a moment, the stream went dark. The man gasped, and then began stammering. ”oh no, oh no, no, this can’t be happening”. The light flickered on after a bit, looking a bit more bluish in hue, and a bit weaker. The light continued flickering as the man’s smile had turned into a look of pure terror. His eyes were wider than ever and his skin ashen white. ”You…you…you…aren’t welcome. Leave. Oh my god just leave”, he stuttered. ”What is this guy on”, John muttered to himself. Behind the man a shape appeared. It was humanoid, black with green spots here and there. It was massive. It’s muscular arms ended in short, sharp claws. It’s face had no eyes, but it had a creepy grin, showing sharp, deadly teeth. ”Ok, this is actually pretty well done for an amateur video,” John said to himself. Then the black mass moved it’s right arm upwards. John could hear the man in the video beg for his life, even though he didn’t face the entity. The entity seemed to blink, somehow moving from behind the man to in front of him. ”Woah,” John exclaimed. This was really elaborate if it was a hoax. The man, looking at the dark entity, shrieked in pure terror. The entity slowly extended both its arms to the sides, as if to hug – or to strike. The man was begging and praying to everything and everyone at this point. When the arms were fully extended to the sides, the entity stopped. It tilted it’s head to the right, as if it were studying a trapped animal. In a few moments, the true horror of the situation hit John, and he himself began screaming in pure terror.

He screamed, cried and prayed, all at the same time. He unplugged his computer, and ran out of his appartment, down the stairs, screaming all the while. He ran outside, into the night, screaming even harder. His neighbours had woken up and shouted angry words at him, but he kept on running and screaming.

In the few moments after the entity had extended its arms and tilted it’s head, John began to wonder if it really was an elaborate amateur show or something more sinister. Then the entity dug its claws deep into the screaming man, who now screamed in both pure terror and pain. Soon the screams had a gurgly sound to them, as blood poured out of his mouth. Then the sound stopped. A massive pool of blood was forming at the entity’s feet. Then the entity’s head began to turn slowly. As it started to turn, John got a creepy feeling, and clicked to close the window. Nothing happened, and the entity kept turning it’s head. John exlaimed loudly, and clicked even harder, yet nothing happened. The entity’s head had now turned almost completely to John’s direction. In sheer desperation, he closed his eyes and put his hands over his eyes. Silence. ”Maybe the window has closed now”, he thought after a few moments. As he opened his eyes, he could see the grinning entity, sharp teeth and all. He screamed. A cold shiver ran down his spine, as he heard a raspy voice proclaiming:You’re next”.

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About Morrbanesh

I’m a writer hailing from the snowy norths of Iceland, now living in Denmark — trading glaciers for misty fields, but keeping the cold in my bones. My stories often explore psychological horror, quiet dread, and the fragile line between reality and something else entirely. I’m drawn to silence, solitude, and the kind of fear that whispers instead of screams. When I’m not writing, I’m usually taking a walk, overthinking things, playing football or drinking coca cola like it’s a protective ritual.