Baby Shower

When my old computer finally kicked the bucket I had a lot of files tat I wanted to keep for my new computer, but being the lazy person I am I just decided to copy everything instead of sifting through all of my files to find the ones I liked. My computer was holding 214 gigabytes at the time, but I only had a USB that held 200, so I decided to see what was taking up an extra 14 gigabytes.

I took the disk holding the first 200 gigabytes and put it on my desk. By then I needed the bathroom really badly so I walked into my small room that served as a humble bathroom for one. I had got used to the horrible smell in the room, my toilet never worked properly so after using it I could always smell something rotten. It honestly stopped bothering me after the first few months of smelling it. I then saw A black trash bag laying under my sink. I took it out back and threw it in my trash can.

I got back into my room and thought about what to do with the 14 gigabyte folder on my computer. I figured it was some junk that I downloaded and eventually forgot about but when I checked the file name it was titled 05/02/07. Odd. I opened it to find a video file titled Baby_Shower.avi and a few notepad files of jibberish code. I was baffled by how much space the files were taking up so I played the video.

Big mistake.

At first I saw my sisters baby girl in the bathtub. My stomach wrenched. Her baby went missing and was presumed to be abducted during a break in a few years back. She was devastated but with my help she got over her loss around a year later. I wondered who was filming, but my question was soon answered when I saw myself stand up from behind the camera. "Seems steady enough." I heard myself say quietly.

At first I thought I must have forgot about recording this; that was until I grabbed baby Abigail. The recorded version of me lifted Abigail by the head out of the bathtub, turned, and smiled to the camera. "Want to see something cool?" I snarled. This recorded parody of me swung his arm, and Abigail smacked against the bathroom wall. I recoiled in my seat moving my hands to my mouth. A red smear was visible on the bathroom tiling. My past self grinned maliciously and repeated the action again and again, harder and harder until a distinct cracking noise was heard.

My past self again twisted his head to the camera with blood dripping from his hands and uttered words that would make my heart sink:

"Well then Abby, we best get you to bed."

He picked up a black trash bag and put the corpse inside it.