Omegle

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Summary

A short story I wrote a long time ago. Enjoy!

Status
Complete
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

Omegle is pretty weird sometimes. It's probably because every other person you meet on it is a pervert, but never as weird as this time. But I'm getting ahead of myself here; let's start at the beginning.

One late Saturday night, I was bored as hell and had to resort to the old fallback position: flirting with anonymous strangers.

I went on Omegle and started a chat. I got a few trolls who did the usual "asl" and when the found I was male told me to piss off. After those few false starts, I found a more polite woman who stayed and talked for a while. Then she said she had to go and ended the conversation.

By this time it was around midnight and I decided I would just try once more. I found someone and was about to ask asl when whoever it was said something that chilled me to the bone.

"Hi John."

How did this person know my name? I asked them quickly.

"Because I know you, John. I've been watching you.

Holy crap. That was creepy. "This is probably a prank. Lots of people have the name John. It's probably just a guess. Besides, it's impossible this person could actually know who you are," I told myself.

That logic didn't do much to comfort me.

"Why have you been watching me?" I asked.

"So that I know when I can kill you."

My heart skipped a beat. This was either a vicious prank or I was chatting with a insane killer.

"Why do you want to kill me?" I asked, hoping that this would give me some idea who this fruitcake was.

"I don't hate you, John. I just want to kill you. It's what I do. Oh, by the way, expect a visitor tonight."

And the nut left, leaving me sitting there, scared out of my wits.

It's 1 o'clock now. It's been an hour since he left the chat.

I hear the sound of someone trying to open the door.

Oh no.