Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck. He zoomed in. In the gap of the doorway, he could just make out the pale edge of a hand gripping the wood. It was thin, with elongated fingers that looked more like wax than flesh.
Every time Julian tried to delete it, his computer would freeze. If he renamed it, it would revert back to "unnamed.jpg" by the next morning. It was a digital ghost, a stubborn glitch in his otherwise organized life. Eventually, he stopped trying to get rid of it and simply tucked it into a corner of his screen, hidden behind the trash bin icon. unnamed.jpg
He declined it. It popped up again. And again. The screen became a flickering strobe light of requests. In a fit of panic, Julian threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and landed face-up. Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck