Novel & Cerita Monitor Keeps Going Black For A Few Seconds

Aidan blinks. “What.” “One minute of controlled contact. Then I’m done.” Reasonable. Temporary. Insufficient. Acceptable for now. We reset monitors. Cardiac rate. Respiration. Eye tracking. Attention drift metrics. Matteo returns to position reluctantly. The point brightens at once. Not exuberant. Attentive. He mutters, “Hate that.” “Baseline first,” Aidan says. Matteo focuses without initiating sequence. The point holds. Then after three seconds, resumes the heartbeat pulse.

Ace explained before pausing. --To be continued…

Everything happened in just a blink of an eye and even Athena and Terrence failed to fathom how Marie fell down the building while grasping Hannah's mother in her arms. And just like that, the colossal monitor blacked out after almost half a minute. The show was over... Athena tilted her head sideways, aiming her questioning gaze straight at her husband but the latter shrugged in response. "Don't look at me like that. I have nothing to do with it." He exclaimed as he could read through her expression that she wondered why it suddenly shut down. "Perhaps technical error?" He added. She rolled her eyes and questioned. "You're not doing it on purpose?"

My heart raced, as I spun to the monitors. A hooded figure flashed on the screen, fast and purposeful, as it dropped a small device on a server rack. My stomach dropped. Immediately, the screen went black, followed by a booming noise.

asked Hansen in a tone of gusting at me. “Just a moment.” I re-typed a line of programming code on the keyboard. There are several menu options on the main server schema, one of which is the option; open server. A few moments later, the monitor screen went dark. I waited for a while, but there was no change. “What are you doing?” asked Tony to me. “Nothing,” I replied shortly. I reset the computer in front of me, and went back to repeating the secondary sequence to open the primary server. The result remains the same.

Retreat. The monitor's scream falls back to a steady beep. Thorne sags against the counter, wiping his forehead with a shaking hand. "It... it must have been a static spike. A synchronization glitch. Equipment." Damian doesn't look at the monitor. He doesn't look at Thorne. He looks at my arm—at the place where the silver light was a moment before. His thumb finds my wrist, pressing hard into the pulse point, measuring. "A glitch," he repeats, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous frequency.

‘All your daily necessities are present in that cupboard and I have installed some movies in case you get bored, I will be visiting you daily and when I do, I will be the only one talking after looking at your behavior’ WHAT? Had he went INSANE? He wanted me to love him when he single-handedly held a press conference with ghostly beings while I laid on the bed without moving, paralyzed to my very bone. And what did he mean by looking at my behavior, how would he look at me….my eyes searched around until they landed on the fucking CCTV? You can’t be serious? He was taping me? Like a prisoner. He has lost his mind. This is going to be hell.

But before I could respond, a sharp beep echoed through the room, throwing me out of the gazing trance. Shit. One monitor flickered. Shit shit shit! Then another. I turned back to the screens. “Axel?” Brielle asked, brows cocked in confusion as she watched my fingers move rapidly. But no matter how fast I typed in the codes, the monitors flickered like it had a mind of its own. And before I knew what was happening, I watched in panic as each monitor turned static and black. One. After. The other. My blood ran cold as I wracked through my hair with strings of curses escaping under my heaving breath.