Johnny was playing soltiare on his laptop when Greg barged into his room. He was going to mention the lack of privacy his brother had afforded him but paused when he looked at Greg’s face. His eyes glimmered with some sort of excitement.

“Hey dude I just downloaded this new app called Voodoo. Have you heard of it?” Greg barely glanced up while asking the question.

“No, whats it about?” The question hung for a minute before he got a answer.

“Let me show you.”

As soon as the words left Greg’s mouth, a chime sounded and Johnny felt a tickle in his ribs. The strange feeling was so strong, he doubled over with laughter.

“Cool!” Greg cheered. “It works! That’s me your feeling. There’s a little version of you on the screen. See?”

Johnny looked at the small slim phone to see a simple avatar of himself.

“Let’s see what happens when I do this.” The chime rang then Greg shook his phone vigorously.

Almost instantly a personalized tremor knocked Johnny to his knees, then the ground.

“What the fuck dude? That hurt.” He said while attempting to get back onto his feet.

“Let me help you Johnny boy.”

Another chime, then an invisible forced yanked Johnny up into the air. He dangled about 3 feet off the ground.

“Oh fuck dude! Stop it! Put me down.”

Greg smiled and lifted his hand off the phone screen. The chime chirped while Johnny dropped down hard onto his left ankle with a crunch. His scream sent Greg into a panicked state. He rushed over to his injured friend.

“I can fix this! Fuck I’m so sorry dude, here let me see what i ca—” Before Greg finished that sentence, Johnny swatted the device out of his hand and yelled,

“FUCK OFF!”

Greg watched the phone fly through the air in slow motion. It slapped against the wooden floor, glass side down. The chime sent a shiver down his spine. At first, Greg thought Johnny had been magically fixed because his screaming stopped. Then Greg turned to look at his brother. A crack formed at the edge of Johnny’s hairline and spread in every direction across his face like he was made of porcelain. Chips of flesh started falling off of his shattered body until all of his pieces laided on the floor in a pile.  Greg tried to put his brother back together again but he knew Voodoo wouldn’t work that way.