The Spotify Hacker 🎵

I was eating ice cream when every speaker in my house started playing the same song. When I tried to call the police they just said, It's not our problem that your Spotify got hacked. But they didn't know that I hadn't heard the song since I was 8 years old, eating ice cream at the kitchen table the night my brother killed our mom. It was his favorite song.

Two days later, I scooped another bowl of ice cream, and the same song started again. I tried to pause it, but someone kept unpausing it. I switched the song and it switched back. I couldn't take it anymore, so I destroyed my fuse box. The next night, I grabbed the ice cream from the freezer. Before I even opened the lid, every TV turned on playing the music video to the song. I searched the house and found a Polaroid slipped under the front door. Our family photo from before mom died. My face was scratched out and my blood went cold. Only my brother had that photo. My hands started shaking because it meant my worst fears were confirmed. I picked up the phone and called 911. And right when I did, my brother came through the back door.

Long time no see, he said, slowly walking towards me. So did you enjoy the music? I stared at him back. I've had a long time to think about you in prison. You know I almost got away with it, but you had to ruin everything. He lifted up his jacket to show his waistband that had a gun. He pulled the gun out and locked the front door behind him. Then he took out his phone and started playing the song at full volume. This is how it sounded that night, remember?

He pointed it at me and I backed into the corner. 3. 3. He stepped closer.