Chrystine's Sleep Solution by Danielle Williams

Author:Danielle Williams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, sleep, psychological, app
Publisher: Pixelvania Publishing
Published: 2021-09-01T07:00:00+00:00

10:27 PM

Chrystine sat on the edge of her bed with the app. She’d showered and ministered to her face, but had dressed in day clothes. Her free hand’s fingers gripped the textured barrel of her Maglite, one of the most useful things that had been left her in the divorce. Time for the experiment.

Hi, Chrystine. You’re a little early. Is there something I can do for you?

Chrystine pressed the second capsule. I’d like to change my bedtime.

OK. What time?

Click. This is crazy. Chrystine’s finger dragged the dial. An app you listen to on the phone can’t make you hallucinate in the middle of a club. Even ASMR with headphones‌—‌and those other soundscapes for sleepers, binaural beats or whatever‌—‌couldn’t do it.

She moved her finger. Click, click.

But this app had her name on it. And no other info, not even after Googling all day.

Maybe there never was another Chrystine, Chrystine-the-Programmer. But if a programmer hadn’t made this, who had? And what was it doing to her?

The dial now read 10:32 PM, just five minutes away. Chrystine submitted the new bedtime.

The numbers slid off the screen like the capsules, parting in opposite directions from the colon. It asked her if she wanted to keep the same waking time. She set it for 1 AM. If things went…‌weird, she didn’t want to be trapped ’til the next morning.

Words came up.

Remember, it can take more than one try to match an effective sleep track to a desired sleep duration. And it’s extra tricky when the changes are so sudden and dramatic, like this one. Your sleep may be uneasy…‌

What does that mean?

Do you still want to proceed?

Chrystine dropped her thumb on yes.

Yet again, it seemed the words hesitated before floating up from dark into view.

OK. See you in a bit, Chrystine.

Chrystine sat up on her bed and waited. She wished she had an old boombox around so she could play regular music‌—‌but even if she still had one, she’d long since trashed her CDs and switched to MP3s. She’d given Ben her old blue Zune and headphones so he could listen to his SpongeBob songs without driving her mad, but it was with him now at his father’s.

Maybe it didn’t matter. She hadn’t heard any of the club music when she’d blacked out or gone away or whatever.

Darn! She should have set up a camera. But then, the slim-dark man at the club had not reacted after she left. And she liked to think if she had blinked out of existence in Sherika’s friend’s car, one of them would have noticed her disappearance in the rearview mirror. Whatever was happening was messing with her mind.

She checked the phone again. Just two minutes to go. She set the phone facedown on her nightstand and moved to the center of her bed where she sat upright, cross-legged. She clicked the heavy flashlight in her hand on. A circle of light painted itself on the wall opposite her bed, extra bright thanks to fresh batteries. Chrystine lowered her hand to her side, the firm press of the aluminum Maglite reassuring in her grip.

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