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Marcus spun around. The closet door was closed. His heart hammered against his ribs. He looked back at the screen. The photo had changed. Now it was from the foot of his bed, showing the back of his head. The timestamp advanced one second.

It was counting down from 00:03:00.

A new tile appeared on the desktop:

He opened the lid. The login screen was gone. Instead, a new tile interface filled the display. But these weren't his apps. The tiles were dark grey, each bearing a single, pulsing icon.

He clicked “Start.” The Start Screen exploded into a mosaic of infinite tiles, each one a different version of his own face at the moment of death. Drowning. Burning. Screaming. Smiling. All labeled with dates—some in the past, some next Tuesday. windows 8 horror edition

A final notification popped from the bottom-right corner, crisp and clean as ever:

The white screen dimmed. Marcus found himself staring at a desktop he didn't recognize. It was a live, first-person view of his own face, seen from his own eyes, rendered in horrifying real-time. A translucent toolbar hovered at the bottom: Marcus spun around

He slammed the laptop shut.