PS Home Horror Stories 2: KillStation

She stomped around her bedroom, kicking and throwing anything in her way.  Tears streamed down her face as she cried out unintelligible words.  She collapsed onto her bed, buried her head into her pillow, pounded her fists down and screamed as loud and long as her lungs could force.

She met him last year on Home, she was in Acorn Park standing on the bridge overlooking the lake.  He stood near her talking to a couple of his friends and some of the things he said made her laugh.  Being sucked in she joined in on the conversation and they instantly became friends.  They added each other to their friends list and hung out a lot.  A whole lot.  Soon they were inseparable.  When you saw one you would see the other and eventually they began dating.  She lived in Florida and he lived in New York, they were far apart from each other, but talked about meeting someday.

When he joined a fam called VVVV he asked if she wanted to join as well and she did.  She only did it for him and really didn’t understand the need for it.  But followed their rules, even the ones she thought were silly but kept that to herself. She was with him and that’s all that mattered.

They talked on mic all the time, his voice had that tough New York northern accent.  A “Yo Boy” is what her daddy called them that sounded like that but she found it appealing and sexy.  Eventual the hunger to see each other grew stronger and she went to buy a camera that hooked up to her Playstation and they cam chatted.  Seeing him for the first time moving and talking made her feel like she was there with him, they even talked about sleeping with each other like that.  He mostly wanted to do it so he could watch her sleep.

Soon they did other things on cam for each other.  First he asked her if he could see her with her shirt off.  She obliged and stripped to her bra.  He asked if she could take that off as well and she did.  She caressed her breasts and pinched her hardening nipples for him.  He smiled.  He persuaded her to take off more clothes so he could see her whole world.

After 6 months of being together she kept asking to come see him and he would make an excuse and say “Next month, baby.”  Next month would come and go.  They never did meet in real life.

One day she logged in and loaded into Home, he wasn’t online so she jumped to one of their mutual friends.  That’s when her world crashed down around her.

“You know he put pictures of you online, right?”  Her friend said with an LOL beside it.  “They looked hot as Hell too.”  Being a bit confused she asked him what he was talking about.  “Yeah, he put naked pics of you up and even a video.”  He laughed again.  Suddenly she was surrounded by members of the fam they had joined together.  They started calling her a whore, slut and a thot.  “Yo, we roasting this thot over here.”  One said then they all laughed.  “She must be stupid, she don’t even know. Google your name thot.”

Her heart sank, she didn’t want to believe it but knew deep down in her gut what had happened.  She opened her laptop and googled her name.  An unbelievable horror struck over her as she saw pictures and video of her.  Private pictures and video she had done for the man she loved.  He was in the video…talking over the scenes, making fun of her.  Making fun of her body and how naive she was.  She slammed her laptop and threw it across the room.  It dented the sheetrock of her wall and pieces of it flew in different directions.

She stomped around her bedroom, kicking and throwing anything in her way.  Tears streamed down her face as she cried out unintelligible words.  She collapsed onto her bed, buried her head into her pillow, pounded her fists down and screamed as loud and long as her lungs could force.  And something or someone moved behind her.  A shadowy figure seemed to move from her hallway to the edge of her bed.  She looked but saw nothing there except a knife sitting on her nightstand that wasn’t there before.  She picked it up and looked at it.  She saw her tears running down her face in its reflection.

An old raspy voice whispered “Do it.”

She stood up and walked to her TV where her avatar was surrounded by others and they were still laughing at her.  She cursed at them and held the blade to her wrist.

“Do it.”  The old man voice said again.  This time feeling his breath on her ear, blowing her hair aside.  “DO IT!”  He said louder.  And with that she swiped down her arm cutting deep.  The blood sprayed onto her TV and PS3.  She dropped like a bag of rocks as the blood flowed and pooled on the floor. An ancient figure stood over her, the horns coming from his head was the last thing she noticed, the last thing she saw till all went black.

Her blood seeped into the PS3 and melded with the wires.  She awoke to a series of flashing lights moving by her at a high speed.  The lights began to take shape into pixelations, a recognizable world but blurry.  Soon it became focused and she stood inside the virtual world.  She looked around at the other avatars.  Everything was quiet and the only noise was the occasional pop up of their text bubbles.  Their eyes were void of soul and they just looked like mannequins.  She moved past them in a state of confusion.  Outside the crowd she saw him.  The one she loved.  She ran to him and tried to talk but nothing would come out.  His avatar laughed at her.  “That was my initiation to get into the club. But it was fun.”  His text popped up over his head.  Anger consumed her and she lunged at him.  A blinding white flash struck her and when she opened her eyes again she was in a different place.  She stood in his living room, looking down at him sitting on his couch.

He dropped his controller, stood up and backed away from her.  “Holy shit!” He yelled. “How the…”  She moved towards him with the intentions of strangling him but heard a baby’s cry and a woman’s voice.  “Daryl, babe, are you okay?”

Suddenly it made sense to her why he never would meet her.  He was married and had a child.

His wife walked into the room and an anger she had never felt before overwhelmed her and she threw her hands up at the woman who flew backwards into a wall and collapsed into a heap on the floor.  She turned back to her lover who stood there motionless and in absolute awe.  She moved towards him and he ran to a door.  It  slammed shut and he was not able to open it.  He screamed and banged on it.  Even kicked it but it would not give.  He turned and she was there, he had no where to go.  She grabbed him, or tried to, she went inside him.  In a flash she was able to see what he saw.  She was able to control him.

She looked down at his hands, then back up  and saw the kitchen.  She moved towards it as his body sluggishly obeyed her.  She found a huge butchers knife and picked it up.  Then moved back into the room where his wife lay.  She kicked her in the ribs and she moaned then tried to get away.  She climbed on top of her back and sat down.  “Daryl, what is going on?”  She cried with her face in the floor.

She lifted the knife with both hands and brought it down into his wifes back.  She pulled it out and slammed it back down into again.  Then again and again.  Blood splattered over her lovers face who she controlled.  She stood up and dropped the knife.  The cry of the baby caught her attention and she headed towards it.  Finding it laying in its crib she picked it up and held it.  She carried it lovingly back into the living room where the wife lay dead.  In his voice she spoke to it, trying to soothe it from crying.  Sitting on the coffee table she saw a cigarette lighter with a can of lighter fluid.  She reached down and picked it up, then looked over her shoulder at the wifes body.  She walked over to it and sprayed some of the fluid on it.  She picked up the lighter and lit it and held it down on the body till it ignited.  She then took the remainder of the fluid and sprayed it on his body and on the floor around him.  Still holding the baby she lit the lighter and dropped it.  The carpet lit up in a blaze and surrounded him then crept up his pants leg.  Soon it engulfed him.  The baby screamed but she made him hold onto it with all her might.  The smell of their burning flesh caught up to her senses and it was more than she could take.  She left his body and he dropped the flaming baby and screamed.  He tried to run to the door to escape but the pain was too much for him.  The flames quickly spread throughout the room and soon the whole house was on fire.

She touched the PS3 and found herself back inside Home.  Back inside her avatar.  Emotionless she watched his avatar disappear and go offline.  Then she turned to face the ones that laughed at her.  She forced text over her head: “Who’s next?”