Story Draft~~

“I never thought I’d ever be leaving this heaven of mine” I thought as I unplugged the computer for the last time. Peering into that lifeless screen, I could see the memories of my childhood faintly etched on that screen, a collection of all the moments that had defined my life thus far.
It was all there, from the scars on the surface to the remnants of potato chips scattered on the desk. The once a shining chrome glinted with soft a glow as I looked back at the room for one last time. The room was in utter chaos, yet I could easily see all the intricacies unobserved by outsiders. The plethora of cobbled up features which had evolved as I changed.
Not all change is good however, as there were many secrets that were best kept hidden in the mess of the room. Darker times that I’d left behind, never fully forgotten and always haunting.
 I closed the door and headed out, no use dwelling on the past when the future was here. Saying my final goodbyes, I got into the car and started driving to a new part of my life.
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Curiosity always filled me whenever I walked past Mike’s door. I had never entered this room and had only seen brief glimpses before, a room of treasure and intrigue was in front of me. That day Mike asked me to grab something from his room was a gift from the heavens.  “Don’t you dare touch anything else” he had barked, heightening my curiosity beyond control. What exactly lies beyond that door?
 I slowly unlocked the door, half expecting to be electrocuted by some mystical trap left behind to ward trespassers out. The room was an absolute mess, posters filled the walls while dirty laundry filled the floors. In a way, it was like his spirit was echoing through the room’s layout. I made my way to his computer, following his instructions and taking the time to admire this landscape.
Wiping the dust of the machine, I turn on the power and like that, the dead became living. The workspace had been exactly how he left it, serving as a snapshot of his daily life. Documents scattered all over the desk which I was unable to decipher. His digital workspace was no better, a labyrinth of documents and tabs like the remains of an ancient civilization. I loved it.
With the revival of this artifact, a new message had arrived.