MAGIC WAND
Sheila Talbot sat in the hush of her basement apartment, computer warming her lap. The muted television flickered its weak light. She sought distraction in page after page after page of the internet. But. Every time she closed her eyes, the dark voice filled her head. Imaginary hands thrust from the shadows to choke the air from her throat. A draft slithered around the plywood covering her broken window, curling down her neck, bringing her back every time she found forgetfulness. Her BitTorrent client hovered behind the internet's parade of memes and porn and cat pictures, a half-dozen Brat Pack movies chugging to download.
The knocking at her door boomed like gunfire. Sheila's heart skipped. Her vision blurred. She jumped from her sofa, sending the laptop tumbling. Ducking low to the ground, she craned her neck to look out her basement window. A shadow obscured her porch light. She shivered. Instinctively, Sheila ALT+F4'ed her BitTorrent client. One never knows when the MPAA will send their goons.