Recoil

Look, this may be hard to believe, but I really just have to get this out for the public's eye to see. Although this happened some time ago, the only reason why I didn't say this earlier is because my computer wouldn't work for some unknown reason.

How this happened.
A few years ago, the most dreadful event of my life has happened. A friend of mine emailed me a copy of Assassins Creed: Brotherhood, although he has acted strangely and I probably should have been suspicious right then and there, but I was just too exited to really care. After sending this to me, he promptly removed me from the friends list. I still don't know why.

What Happened?
Well, everything started fairly normal, aside from some serious lag spikes every now and again. After about a week, I noticed some things that just didn't seem to belong. Well, for example, every time I opened the hit list it froze. At the time I just accounted it to a dirty disc. But when I took it out to clean it, there was no sign of a smudge or scratch anywhere.Then I started to hear footsteps behind my character (I had surround sound). When I looked behind Ezio, I thought for a moment I saw a shadow on the roof. It didn't show up again for three days, when I saw him again, but closer this time, and I could actually be certain that he was there this time.

Then I started experiencing strange events IRL like a pair of glowing, demonic-looking eyes outside my window. I couldn't sleep at all that night, and to pass time, started playing AC again. This time the menu was different, more gruesome. Because I don't want to discourage you from reading further, I won't go into the details of the image literally PAINTED into my mind.

I started playing, against my better judgement, and what I saw was a cutscene where Ezio is killed by what I have officially dubbed "Victor", he turned to the screen and grinned wickedly at me. I instantly shut off the console, smashed it, and sold the disk on Craigslist. The activity ended near my house, but I regret just not lobbing the disc into a wood chipper. Now someone else is going through the same hell I am and it makes me feel like shit.