Elias didn’t remember typing the title. He didn’t remember opening the browser. But there it was, a single line of text pulsing in the center of the screen, typed in a font that felt too sharp for the words it carried. “Don’t look at the reflection in the microwave.”
He walked toward it, his hand reaching for the refrigerator handle, but his eyes were locked on that digital note. Why that specific time? Why that specific warning? Note 11/19/2022 11:48:51 AM - Online Notepad
Elias froze. He looked back over his shoulder. The laptop was definitely open, the bright white screen of the notepad illuminating the wall. He looked back at the microwave. Elias didn’t remember typing the title