What if your monitor grabbed your fist and punched you back.

Next thing you know you wake up in a basement with a single hanging bulb in front of you, the dust particles floating ominously in the air as you hear rustling of what can only be described as equipment, the lightbulb blinking furiously at every few intervals of time. You see something approach you, it looks human but it’s so slender and it’s head.. it’s head is your monitor, showing only screen static as it walks towards you slowly cracking it’s knuckles and stretching it’s neck. You feel the cold embrace of death overwhelm your senses as this monstrosity looms over you ready to teach you a lesson, one you’ll never forget..