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She walked toward the coffee table, and I realized with horror—the VR headset was lying right next to her foot. She was about to step on it.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The headset didn’t settle over my face—it engulfed it. The foam padding, which usually rested lightly against my cheeks and forehead, now pressed down with impossible weight, smothering. I tried to pull it off, but my fingers—my stupid, shrinking fingers—slipped against the plastic.

I staggered upright. My legs felt wrong—too short, too light. My shirt hung off me like a tent, one sleeve dragging on the ground. My heartbeat was a drum in my throat. -VR- Height 15cm Looking at VR Get smaller and ...

Every step was a marathon. A fallen Cheeto was the size of a throw pillow. A dropped coin was a manhole cover. The air smelled of dust and static and something else—something sweet and huge, like a giant’s breath.

I ran.

The door closed behind her with a sound like a bomb going off. She walked toward the coffee table, and I

Not Sarah’s.

He didn’t see me. Not yet. But he was walking toward the headset. Toward the only thing that could save me.

That’s when I heard the footsteps.

“No, no, no—!”

I’d laughed at the prompt. A glitch, probably. Some indie VR horror demo playing a joke. I’d clicked “ignore.”