That night I started removing the wireless electronics from
my parents’ house. The first thing to go
was the router. Next were the laptops
and the desktop. I didn’t want to risk
anything. There could be no entry way for… whatever that was, into that
house.
My dad thought I was out of my mind, but my mom… well, she
had seen what had happened to Mr. Putterman, she wasn’t saying much.
My dad had followed me out, trying to grab at the stuffed
trash bag loaded with his favorite tablet.
“This is ridiculous Dave,” he said.
“No, what’s ridiculous is a man’s face collapsing after talking
a cellphone call.” I sped up my pace, heading straight for the trash can.
“What’s ridiculous is that the same thing happened to all of my friends back in
Chicago. All of them.”
I stopped, dumping the bag in the trash and slamming the lid
down.
“Now, I’m sorry about your friends, but I doubt that my
tablet will..”
I didn’t let him finish. “My friend Bella was ripped to
pieces. All of it started on her
cellphone, and it ended with her splattered across her room. Don’t think for one second that I am not going
to do everything in my power to protect you and mom.”
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