The scratch moved first. Want me to turn this into a creepypasta-style short story or keep it as a flash fiction piece?
Here’s a short, creative piece based on your prompt:
By the time I reached the desktop, the error had spread. Explorer.exe was not responding, but that wasn’t the crazy part. The crazy part was the scratch .
00:01… 00:02… 00:03…
But the timer didn’t count down. It counted up .
I reached for the power cord.





