Home Invasion

The computer ding signaled an incoming message. He hesitated, the cursor hovering over the preview. Something felt wrong about the subject line, malformed text or the kerning was off, he couldn’t tell. He furrowed his brow and decided to investigate, clicking on the message. Before he could read it, dozens of new messages popped up, covering his screen. The messages continued to arrive, flooding his computer. He reached for the power cord, but knew it was too late: the energy beings had found him and were already inside his apartment, invited by himself when he opened the first message.