Singing - F189.rar

He looked at the screen. The bird was gone. In its place was a waveform, pulsing in sync with the humming.

Elias laughed, chalking it up to old-school creepypasta theatrics. He opened the program. A small, pixelated window appeared on his desktop. It was a crude, black-and-white animation of a bird—something like a finch, but with eyes that were just empty white squares. It didn't move. No sound came from his speakers. singing f189.rar

But as the melody reached a haunting, soaring crescendo, Elias noticed something in the reflection of his monitor. The white-square eyes of the bird weren't on the screen anymore. He looked at the screen