But that night, he woke up at 3:00 AM to a sound. It was faint, tinny, coming from the unplugged speakers on his desk.
The sound was wrong.
The screen flickered. The alien skin had begun to spread . A black, oily sheen crept from the Winamp window to the edges of his monitor, covering the Windows taskbar, the desktop icons, the startup menu. It wasn’t a program anymore. It was a parasite. winamp alien skin