Disturbia

Should we explore a where Elias finds a way to "reprogram" the neighborhood, or would you like a prequel detailing how Oakhaven became a digital trap?

On screen, the Millers were sitting at their dinner table. They weren't eating. They were moving their forks in unison, lifting empty air to their mouths, their expressions frozen in terrifying, toothy grins. Disturbia

He spun around. His bedroom door, which he’d locked an hour ago, stood wide open. The hallway light was out, but he could see a silhouette standing there. It was tall, its limbs slightly too long, swaying with the same rhythmic twitch as the sprinklers outside. Should we explore a where Elias finds a

"Elias," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the computer. It came from his own hallway. They were moving their forks in unison, lifting

"Don't worry," the creature said, its face shifting into a mirror image of Elias’s own. "We’ll fix the glitch."

The suburb wasn't a place. It was a circuit. And Elias was the surge that had to be grounded.

"The lawn needs mowing, Elias," the silhouette said, its voice a discordant layering of his neighbors’ tones. "The symmetry is breaking."