The Revenge of Rebecca Sims

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Rebecca Sims was a gamer........

Submitted: July 30, 2013

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I’d been at my computer for hours and my eyes were starting to cross.  They were teary and my brain was weary and exhausted.  I decided to put my computer on hold for a little bit and relax. It wasn’t working right anyways.  It’d been a long hard day already with my son and trying to get any writing done was going to be hell.  He’d finally laid down for the night and I could just relax. 

I took my glasses off and rubbed my eyes.Five days of my son being sick was really taking its toll on me. I decided to get up off my butt and go to bed.  I walked in my room and looked at the clock.  It was two in the morning.  I yawned and fell on my bed.  Exhaustion took over and sleep hit me hard. 

“Hello,” said the voice.  A small, faint female voice entered my dream and I opened one eye.  A tall, blond, skinny lady was staring at me in the eye.

I was wide awake and sat straight up in bed. 

“Um…hello and who are you?”  I stammered with fear. 

“You don’t recognize me?”  She said eyeing me. 

I looked her over once more and didn’t recognize her.  She did have a familiar look to her face and her smile looked real familiar but, it being so late at night and me being so tired I didn’t recognize her. 

“I’m sorry….I still can’t place you,” I was so shocked that someone was in my room I couldn’t make my mind work.I wanted to crawl up my wall to get away from this creepy bitch but I didn’t know how.

“Oh wait a minute! I know…” I said, “You were at the party that Jessica threw last week weren’t you? It’s nice to see you again, now get out of my house!”

“No, I wasn’t at the party that Jessica threw last week! I didn’t have enough energy to go to the party that Jessica threw last week! As a matter of fact, last week was my fasting week! I didn’t eat at all last week…….”  She stood over me like a giant towered over a mouse. Her face grew very large and we were almost nose to nose.

I still didn’t have one ounce of an idea of what she was talking about and now I was starting to get pissed.  After all, what right did she have to come into my house and wake me up out of the first sound sleep I’d gotten in five days? Then she doesn’t even bother to tell me who she is or anything?  Fuck that, I wanted answers!

“Who are you?”  I demanded in my most irritated tone I could muster.

“You mean you don’t even recognize me?”

“Quit playing games with me,” I yelled, “Either you tell me who you are or I’ll….I’ll……….”

“What throw a pillow at me? Quit playing games with you?  I had to quit playing games with you cuz you quit playing games with me!”

“What the hell are you talking about? What kind of nut are you?”  I demanded. 

“I’m a nut? I AM A NUT! WHAT ABOUT YOU?” She threw something in my lap and I about jumped through the ceiling.  It was my computer key board.

“What the hell are you doing with my keyboard?”  I yelled at her.

“Well, my dear, you know all that trouble you had with your computer earlier, and why you couldn’t type with it? I was playing with it.”  She stated and stood straight up. 

“You were playing with it? What do you mean by that?” I looked at her perplexed and started to examine my keyboard. 

“Well,” she started to explain, “I’ve reprogrammed your computer,” she said proudly.

“You can’t reprogram it. You don’t even know the password!”  I started arguing with her.

“You are quite wrong about that my dear! I’ve known your password for three months now.” She smiled proudly.

“Three months? I’ve only had my password for three months and no one knows it!”

“I know,” she smiled an evil wicked smile at me.

I’d reached the end of my rope.  I got up off my bed and swung at the woman standing in front of me.  She swerved but my right hook went right through her.  I just stood there; I was dumbfounded. 

“But….how could that be?”  I said aloud.

“Who the fuck are you?”  I demanded.

“My name is Rebecca.  Rebecca Sims.” 

I froze.  I was shocked.  I looked at her.  I studied her face and eyes and smiled.  I looked at her some more. 

“Rebecca Sims?”  I asked.

“The one and only,” she smiled holding out her hand.

“But, you’re not REAL!” 

“Actually, I WAS quite real, but, you see, you quit playing the game.  When you quit playing the game, you quit feeding my family.  Thanks to you, I had to watch my whole family die.  I had to watch my child die, my husband die and my dog die all because you were TOO BUSY! It wasn’t too long after that I died!”

“I don’t believe you!”

“Since you don’t believe me log into your game and see what you will find!” She said with her hand on her transparent hips.

I took my keyboard and stomped into the living room.  I hooked it back up on the computer, logged in and then logged into my game. 

The game came up and I was astounded.  To my surprise there were four graves in front of me.  The names on the gravestones read:  Rebecca Sims, Harold Sims, and Josiah Sims.  The dog’s name, of course, was Bingo.  His name was also on a gravestone. 

I’d never felt so damn guilty about anything in my whole life.  Rebecca was looking at me with tears in her eyes.

“Are you convinced now? Or do I need to relive it all?”  She said crying.

“Oh, Rebecca, I am so sorry,” I said crying. 

Wait a minute I thought.  This has got to be some kind of joke.  Were the guys playing a joke on me or what? I looked around the house and no one else was there.  I half expected someone to jump out from behind the couch and scare the crap out of me.  Kind of hard to do, I thought, the couch was up against the wall.

“I don’t understand. Why are you reprogramming my computer? It was working just fine.” I said.

“No, it wasn’t.  I reprogrammed it.  You had total control, now my dear, I have total control!” She laughed wickedly.  Her eyes flashed a horrible black coal color and I shivered.

“What the hell do you mean you have total control?”  I yelled. 

“See, all I have to do is go here,” she pressed a button on my computer, “and here,” she pressed another button and I found myself inside the Sims household.  I was sitting on the couch.  I got up, walked over and picked up my guitar.  I strummed a few strings and put the guitar down.  I went outside and worked on my garden for a few minutes.  I walked back into the house and petted my dog.  I hugged and kissed my husband and sat back down on the couch. 

I looked up at the computer screen.

“Let me outta here you stupid bitch,” I screamed. 

“Nope,” she said, “look at me, honey! We traded spots completely.  I look just like you now and you look just like me.  I’ve been planning this for a long time.  It’s a dream come true for me.  Nighty night, girlfriend!” 

The screen went dark.

I felt hungry.  In fact, I wasn’t just hungry I was starving….starving to death. 

I cried.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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