double GhostFreakXX.

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Then the rest of the query typed itself, one letter at a time, with the slow certainty of a lock being picked:

Here’s a short piece of atmospheric, horror-tinged narrative based on your prompt:

Leo hadn't typed that. His hands were still hovering over the keyboard, the same way they had been for the past seven minutes—since the first unsolicited line of code had appeared in the search bar.

in...

The terminal flickered. Not the usual static hiss of a dying monitor, but something slower. Deliberate. Each pulse of light dragged shadows across the basement walls like fingernails down a chalkboard of dust.