In the evening, I always have my laptop beneath my bed on either hibernate, stand by, or – in rare circumstances, completely on with a charger handily replenishing its energy. Last night, my midnight sojourn on the Internet had drained the poor device. I behaved as many individuals would – I plugged in the charger, laid it to rest beneath my bed, and turned off the light with an ominous click.
My night began sleepless and turbulent, my body incessantly repositioning itself to acquire a comfortable niche. Upon completely turning over to my left side, I saw it.
A freakishly pale rectangle hauntingly glowed upon the wall, its slightly beveled shape piercing my soul with absolute fright. The stygian darkness was skewed by my lack of eyeglasses, my poor eyesight morphing this unsightly thing into static, the fuzz crawling amidst itself like a swarm of insects. I believed I had encountered – for a brief moment, a living embodiment of MissingNo. Talk about Close Encounters of the Third Glitched Kind...
I later discovered it was the incandescence of computer lights sifting through the bed skirt. You know you've been playing too much Pokémon Red when...
