Conspiracy Theory Read Free

to accompany him for lunch and she agreed to it without an argument. As they left the apartment, Victoria locked the door behind her, as she locked the door she was certain she heard the all too familiar ping of her email going off. Of course she let her imagination run away with itself with all the strange things that had been happening.
    Conspiracy or not, a few times throughout lunch she thought she heard her cell phone ring when it was sitting safely tucked inside her purse. When she checked her phone there were no missed call notifications. So being reasonable she placed her cell phone in the butt pocket of her jeans, but even then she got that weird sensation that it was vibrating in her pocket. Glancing at her phone she found no one had sent her a text message.
    Lunch was great with Ethan besides when she thought about getting the mysterious alerts. Ethan noticed that she seemed a little jumping so he convinced her to take a stroll down to the park. She complied, while walking Ethan slipped his arm around her waist. At any other day she would have snaked her way out of his grasp, but instead she welcomed it. The further they walked, the more and more the whole situation started to drift from her mind.
    The walk through the park seemed to relax Victoria until an old man shoulder bumped her. It wasn’t a ‘sorry I didn’t see you bump’ it was more like an aggressive attempt to hurt her. Ethan noticed the old man’s demeanor and spat out a couple of not so polite words while flipping him the bird. Victoria then began to eye everything more cautiously through her sunglasses. While exiting the park Ethan took a call from his sister asking him to house sit her dog. He looked at Victoria hoping to get something to say out of her to cancel his sister’s request. Victoria smiled to herself, satisfied that the hacker/spammer's prediction of Ethan turned out to be false until he told his sister he had dinner plans with an old friend and that he wouldn’t be able to watch the dog tonight.
    The hacker/spammer was right, Ethan was staying the night. If it was a sheer luck of coincidence, then there had to be something wrong with Victoria’s computer. They walked back to Victoria’s apartment and they both headed in. Ethan was the first to flop onto the couch as Victoria followed suit right after him. She then sat up and pulled her laptop closer and flipped it open.
    “Why do you have to check this shit every second?” Ethan asked.
    “Because it’s my job to find out crazy shit and post it,” Victoria replied back.
    Ethan squeezed her thigh before getting up and heading toward the kitchen and into the fridge for a drink. Victoria then opened her email up and spotted a new email from the hacker/spammer prick.
     
    
    Subject: READ ME
    WHY DO YOU HAVE THE SAME DREAM ABOUT ETHAN?
    Victoria 's heart suddenly dropped into her stomach while the hair on her neck started to stick straight up. How did this asshole know? How could he or she possibly know such an intimate detail? This was now far beyond fucked up and much more than a simple coincidence.
    She had never spoken or written about any of her dreams, especially ones about Ethan. She’d always been a very private person and she highly believed that dreams were the one thing no one else could share. Her opinions and fears she would share whenever possible, but her dreams...they were locked up tight in the dark vault in the back of her subconscious mind.
    Now i t wasn't a mechanical glitch in her computer. Whoever this individual was…or whatever, these were unforeseen prophecies and unwelcome truths that somehow were able to read her mind. The ping of the email went off again. Now what? She ignored it, but began to get curious, if not a little terrified. There were no in-betweens, she was terrified. Then three more new messages came in simultaneous bursts, ping…ping…ping! Then another four in a row, they came in one after another filling up her