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There once was a middle-aged man, working a boring salary job. He wasn' anything too special, not a genius neither too dumb. He was of an average height, medium weight and white. Just like I said, not person you would stop to talk too, neither one you would mind hanging out with.
However, what was special about him was his computer. A very, very old PC, with unexceptional components, even for its time. Despite it being indifferent, its owner adored it. It was a present his family gave him, before they were lost in the Pacific, during their trip to Japan. A tragic accident, somewhat unnatural. After years of use, the computer was still fairly responsive, considering its components and age (more than 10 years old), so the owner couldn't even consider stop using the last present he got from his beloved family, right before their last moments on the earth.
Although it was still functioning, the computer had a fatal flaw, which could not be ignored for much longer. After the first anniversary of his family's death, Bill, as the owner was named, started noticing something weird. The computer was starting to make some high-pitch, low-volume noises, which no computer should make. At first, he just ignored them, as something that would either fade away or he would just start to not notice after a while. It would be only later, when he would realize how much of a fool he was. The col-whining, as some would call it, only got louder and more intense, making the operation of the computer unbearable.
In the following days, when Bill had some days off and his only activity during these days was to surf the Internet without a purpose, he got sick of the whining. He unplugged the computer and went out to buy a new one. He got home with a shiny new laptop, top of its line. In his misfortune though, Bill, noticed that yet again the computer was making noises, at a much higher volume, even unplugged. It was as if it was angry and it was trying to tell him something.
Bill, convinced as he was to fix the problem, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He placed the computer on the floor, from its original place on the desk and ripped it open. However, to his surprise he was met with nothing but a plain old computer.
After a few moments of looking at it he closed it and put it back. Soon after, the whining started again. This time he could hear a voice in the distance. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, but the whining didn't stop. This time it reminded him the voice of the son he had lost on that ship.
He was now getting anxious. "Am I being haunted?". He asked himself. "No way, this can't be happening, this only happens in movies, right? RIGHT?". He was slowly losing his mind and the worst part was that he knew it and couldn't do anything.
Meanwhile the whining, which had now turned into screams, were getting louder, because that shiny new laptop he had just bought, started contributing to this horror-like festival.
Bill was helpless. He thought he had gone mad. He was sure he could hear the voice of his wife screaming to him for help "Help us! Don't you love us? Help us, please!" and his son crying. With his eyes flooded with tears, he could no longer see. The only thing in his mind was just one thought "I am a worthless father and husband, I should die".
And then everything stopped. No more screams, no more coil whining. Nothing. Dead silence. It was almost too silent. Bill, was getting ready for the final hit. The final blow, that he knew, would break him for good.
And then it came. An overwhelming scream, saying "Die". Bill closed his eyes and waited. He felt a a light hot breeze. He woke up in his bed. Next him was his wife and behind her, their son. Even after talking to her and spending time with his son he couldn't figure out if what he had experienced was just a dream, or something more.
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