A new tile appeared on the desktop:
Marcus spun around. The closet door was closed. His heart hammered against his ribs. He looked back at the screen. The photo had changed. Now it was from the foot of his bed, showing the back of his head. The timestamp advanced one second. windows 8 horror edition
The laptop fans roared to jet-engine pitch. The screen went white. Then, from the speakers, the Microsoft Sam voice began to speak, slow and halting: A new tile appeared on the desktop: Marcus spun around