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The loop on the computer started, a simple minor chord progression. Felix had recorded it only a moment ago on his Ibanez, and had just finished looping it to his satisfaction. He let it play a moment, then hit "record" on the computer. He took his pick between two fingers, clicked the button on the Big Muff pedal, and began playing on the Aria. He didn't think about the chords too much, just playing what sounded nice. He let himself play for a minute before he stopped playing, then turned off the pedal and amplifier carefully before stopping the recording. He rewound it as he put the electric guitar back on its stand, then started listening. He nodded along to it, thinking about how it sounded a bit like Pink Floyd. He had always loved the band, especially their guitarist, so the influence was inevitable and obvious.

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The sudden distortion made Felix jump out of his seat cursing. "The hell?" He rewound the tape, and played the section back at lower volume. Sure enough, the screeching, explosive distortion was there exactly as before, as though he had accidentally recorded it. Was there some kind of interference with the tape? No, that was impossible; it was all digital. Maybe he had a defective model. Maybe there was some kind of EMP going out. No, that would have destroyed the machine, and possibly his amp...was that how EMP's worked?

He glanced out the window. Was something out there? He couldn't tell. He licked his lips nervously, noticing they were suddenly dry. An unexpected metallic taste hit his tongue. He spat in alarm, seeing bits of blood and saliva on the desk. He wiped his finger under his nose, saw blood on his finger. He swore, grabbing a tissue and pinching it under his nose with one hand as he wiped the bloody finger off on another tissue. He stood and walked over to the window, and looked out.

A humanoid shape, clad in black seemed distinct even in the darkness, partly helped by its immense size—it seemed to stand taller than the house—and also by the pale skin outside the black it otherwise wore. The contrast, and the effect, was unearthly, and chilling. Felix looked away hastily, lowering the blinds quickly and walking rapidly through the house, turning on lights and closing any glimpse of the world outside. Tonight would be another sleepless night. Unless he could figure out what to do...who could he call? He looked through his phone's contact list before finding someone. Perhaps this person could help. Here goes, he thought to himself as he clicked to call and put the phone to his ear, his breath quick and shallow.