Day 361

You don't remember buying a desktop computer but its always been there.
Dusty and too out of date to have been purchased in your life.
It has never been turned on, to your knowledge at least.
You aren't even sure if it works any more.

There are days when you debate throwing it away, selling it or donating it.
You never do, something about it just feels right, like it was meant to be there.
Perhaps, you think out loud, I should see if it still turns on.
As your fingers touch the circular power button it begins to hum.

The screen flickers and words appear, words you recognise as a chill seeps into your bones.
It is showing you the names of everyone you went to school with and their current location.
So many of them moved to one small area, was there a reunion?
Their names continued to scroll on the screen repeatedly.

A loud hiss threw your attention over to your TV as it too switched itself on somehow.
The local news channel was reporting some great tragedy.
Names were listed and your blood ran cold - those same names were on the computer.
Details came soon after - mass suicide.

You pulled the TV plug out of the wall and went to do the same to the computer.
There was no connecting cable, it had no power supply.
Pressing the power button seemed to refresh the screen, bringing up new names.
Your parents who lived in the neighbouring town.

The TV burst into life once more.
Names scrolling down the plasma screen too fast to read but a few still stuck out.
You saw their names on the mailboxes on the ground floor of the apartment every day.
It froze on your name, flashing those sickly green letters before all of the lights burst.