Had she heard something? She looked to her left, to her right, and then back to the screen. Her fingers tapped the keys rapidly; for fear that she would never discover the reason behind the Kuna murders. Her mind was running; the words on the screen became a blur; she felt a chill run up her spine. She turned around and gasped.
Nothing stirred.
“You’re making a fuss about nothing,” Linda reassured herself, “just keep typing. We need the information.” She turned her chair round to face the screen which should’ve had the Google links on it. Instead there was what seemed to be a small black box. Linda raised her eyebrows at the box and blinked. Now the box was increasing in size. She brought herself closer to the screen and outstretched her neck. The box kept growing and Linda found herself continuing to stare into the screen. Suddenly a pale white face with empty eyeball sockets shot up on the screen and a piercing scream blared out of the computer speakers. Linda screamed and fell back.
When she saw her upturned chair, she realised she'd fallen off it. She felt slight pains in her thighs. She sighed weakly as she gazed down her body at her legs. She tried to sit up but a sudden noise distracted her. In the corner of her eye she saw something. She turned her head in that direction but only saw what was meant to be there: the piano. She rubbed her eyes and blinked several times. There was a deathly silence in the room. She closed her eyes.
A few seconds later she opened her eyes. She was still alive; therefore she knew she was not a target of Kuna. She tried to laugh off what had just happened but could not bring herself to. Inside, she was terrified. The Kuna case had freaked her out to the max and she confirmed in her mind that she would definitely resign her post as soon as possible. Never in her life had she experienced such deathly circumstances as she had in the past couple of weeks, and she was certain that the Kuna case had something to do with it. Bravely she came to her feet and picked up the chair. She turned it upright and sat down. The black box and the pale face were nowhere to be seen. The page of Google links were there, just as they had been. She cleared her throat and began typing into the search field.
“Tiyiki Kuna” + history.
She hit the Enter key and sat back in the chair. The search engine returned plenty of results. She took a deep breath and attempted a smile. She double clicked her mouse on the first link and waited for the page to load. Suddenly a banner became visible on the screen:
NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THE CLUTCHES OF KUNA.
CAN YOU ESCAPE HIS EVIL?
Linda cried out but clenched her fists when she realised the banner was just advertising an online-computer game. She sighed deeply and blinked. She wondered what the game could be. Still waiting for the website to fully load, she hovered her mouse over the banner, and the following words appeared:
Can you escape the Clutches of Kuna? Try our new online game and see if you can win him over without him trapping you.
Without thinking, she clicked on the banner. A new window opened in front of her loading page. That’s all right, Linda thought, at least I can get back to that page when it’s loaded. At the left hand side of the new window was a navigation bar. There were three tabs.
Instructions
Levels
High Scores
First of all she clicked on the Instructions tab. In the same window, writing appeared in a box. Then she realised: the core of the Kuna murders. Kuna was a character in a computer game and somehow, whoever played this online game, they would die. She didn’t dare play this game of death but she found herself doing it. A cartoon-like design of her back room emerged in the window. She gasped in shock as she identified the room to be her own. With the piano in the bottom left corner, a black chair in bottom right, the computer and chair in the top right corner.
Then she saw herself. Sitting on a chair in front of the computer. Linda glanced about the room slowly; one eye looking for some kind of video camera, the other eye partly focussed on the screen. The computerized Linda was looking around her computerized room also.. Linda jerked her head towards the computer as did the computerized Linda. She shook her head while transfixed at the screen. The computerized Linda shook her head as well. Every action she took was mimicked on the screen. She cried out, and gasped in horror as she heard an exact echo of her cries coming out of the speakers. In a hurry she switched them off and exclaimed “what the hell?” Again the speakers echoed her words, despite the fact they were ‘off’. Linda closed her eyes, hoping and praying this was a bad dream. She turned her head to the door and opened her eyes.
“Jackie?” Linda called out in terror, “come here quick!”
“Jackie? Come here quick!” the speakers echoed. Linda spun back to the screen, for on there was a dark, shady figure walking in direction of the study.
“Jackie?”
“Jackie?” replied the echo. Linda’s expression creased up and she sighed deeply. The mimicked sound flew out of the speakers, causing Linda to jump up. The graphic Linda did exactly the same. On the left side of the screen, there was a “bird’s eye view” button. Linda clicked it quickly and the images flew forward as the surrounding rooms and furniture shot into view. The dark figure was still approaching at a quick pace. Linda heard footsteps walking in the kitchen and shuddered...
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