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I was alone in my apartment. The lights were on. The clock said 2:47 AM—the same time I’d started, a year ago.

And in the static of my monitor, just before sleep: the flicker of a green arrow, always one room behind me. halflife.wad

Then the laptop shut down. Not crashed. A clean, deliberate shutdown, like someone had pressed the power button from across the room. I was alone in my apartment

I never played halflife.wad again. But sometimes, late at night, I hear footsteps in my walls—not stomping, not creeping. Just walking. The slow, heavy boots of a scientist who never made it to the surface. And in the static of my monitor, just

I shot an imp. It didn’t move. The bullet holes just appeared on its chest, and it kept staring at the screen.