He froze. The voice wasn't from the game. It was a recording—his own voice, from a phone call he’d made three years ago. “I don't think I'm coming home tonight,” the digital Elias said through the static.
A cold sweat broke across his neck. He tried to Alt-Tab, to force-quit, but the keys were dead. On the screen, a figure appeared at the end of the midway. A small boy in a yellow raincoat. The Park Free Download
Elias moved the mouse. The character’s footsteps sounded wet, like treading through marshland. He wandered past the "Swan Boats," where the plastic necks of the birds were snapped at jagged angles. He reached the "Bumper Cars," but instead of cars, there were empty wheelchairs, spinning in slow, synchronized circles. Then, his speakers crackled. “Elias?” He froze