Disturbia Direct

Elias backed against the window, the glass cold against his spine. He looked out at the street one last time. Every house was now bathed in that same ultraviolet glow. Doors were clicking open in unison. Figures were stepping out onto the wet asphalt, all of them turning their square-pupiled gaze toward his window.

"Don't worry," the creature said, its face shifting into a mirror image of Elias’s own. "We’ll fix the glitch."

Suddenly, the feed flickered. A face appeared, filling the frame. It was Mrs. Miller, but her eyes were wrong—the pupils were square, pulsing with a faint, digital hum. She looked directly into the lens, her mouth opening unnaturally wide. Disturbia

Should we explore a where Elias finds a way to "reprogram" the neighborhood, or would you like a prequel detailing how Oakhaven became a digital trap?

The motion-sensor light outside clicked off, plunging the world into a perfect, silent dark. Elias backed against the window, the glass cold

The suburb wasn't a place. It was a circuit. And Elias was the surge that had to be grounded.

"The lawn needs mowing, Elias," the silhouette said, its voice a discordant layering of his neighbors’ tones. "The symmetry is breaking." Doors were clicking open in unison

"Elias," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the computer. It came from his own hallway.