it's story time, faggots.
i'll save my thoughts for the end of this story. for now, have some free bumps.
"Derek's Computer"
https://creepypasta.fandom.com/wiki/Derek%27s_Computer
>My name is Steven Douglas. I live in Chicago, Illinois. My boss had asked me to come in about a special offer. I was a little reluctant considering how much of an asshole my boss is, but I knew his son, Derek, had recently passed, so I decided to give him a chance.

>When I entered the office, my boss was in tears. He tried to hide it with a tissue as I sat in the chair. He gathered himself and spoke, "Steven, I'm sure you're aware of my son's recent suicide."

>I replied with a loyal, "Yes, sir, I'm sorry for your loss."

>"Don't be... don't be... anyway, I uh... I thought you might be interested in his computer. It's got decent specs, and I know as the best IT guy in the business, you'll know how to handle the idiosyncrasies."

>"Oh sir, I couldn't possibly-"

>"Steven, please, I insist, it's the least I can do after all these years."

>Why me? He had never given me this much praise before. He fucking hated me. I just wanted to get out of there. Something wasn't right.

>"Well... sure, sure, I'll take it."

>"Good, good. So you can just take it and I'll see you Monday."

>I grabbed the computer and got the hell out of there. Something about his office just... unnerved me. I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. I wanted to get home and see what this bad boy could do.