Larry's IPod

A kind homeless woman gave me an IPod today. I gave her some coins and took the device home with me. To my surprise, it still had full battery when I turned it on.
 
I browsed though the songs section and made a strange discovery. All 200 songs were simply named "Larry". Every single one of the music files. Larry, Larry, Larry.
 
When I chose a song, all of the lengths were stuck at 400 minutes, and nothing was heard. It went on. I sat for 20 whole minutes and heard absolutely nothing on half of them. I wasn't going to sit for 400 minutes through a whole track, though.
 
Later, I decided to take it to my friend Paul, who knew more about these things than I did. He happily popped the headphones on and I could see his face being drained, moments after I started one of the Larry "songs". For 20 seconds I watched him grimace and seem to fall into a stupor. His eyes were rolling back into his skull.
 
I knocked the headphones off of his ears and saw that they were bleeding internally, dripping down past his jaws, but he seemed to regain his consciousness. I asked him incredulously what he had just heard, but he threw the headphones at me and told me to leave.
 
As I walked back home, I listened again to the same track I played to Paul. I didn't hear anything, once again. He couldn't be faking it. Paul wasn't a very good actor, anyway.
 
I arrived at home, powered up my computer, and plugged the IPod in with the white cable, a loan from one of my friends. As the ITunes menu appeared, I clicked the "On This IPod" button.
 
I waited. My PC froze up. I couldn't move my mouse. I felt the IPod by instinct, and it was getting warmer by the minute. I didn't know what to do, so I pressed 
Control, Alt, Delete.
 
Instantly, after that combination of keys, a strange message box appeared, along with a red background:
"Don't close this box. You will regret it."
Of course, I wasn't going to listen to this silly box. Maybe Larry was a computer wizard, having fun and making funny messages appear if someone else plugged his IPod in.
 
I closed the box. I regretted it.
 
The most horrifying images began appearing quickly on my desktop, one by one. Scary faces, extreme amounts of gore, and other strange, creepy things were popping up everywhere, blocking the entire screen. Windows Media Player opened automatically. I saw the title of the music it was playing. It was called Larry, and it actually began to play something.
 
A dreadful, evil laugh filled my ears, along with jumbled sounds that gave me a headache in seconds. It couldn't be described in words. After ten seconds, I felt nauseous, and began to sweat, feeling my face droop. I could hear Larry laughing again, speaking very clearly.
 
"400 minutes will make you realize...You don't toy around with Larry's IPod!"
 
I began drooling, sickened, trying to reach for my speakers. I saw the scary, morbid pictures popping up continually. They were getting faster. Larry's "Music" was getting worse. My ears were in pain, and I felt small trickles of blood going down the side of my face.
 
I felt as if I were about to collapse and die, listening to these horrible noises. My head suddenly hit the keyboard and it pressed the spacebar, stopping the noise. I raised my head up, very confused at what happened. I immediately shut my computer off manually, holding the button in until the power was killed.
 
I unplugged my PC, and ripped the IPod out. Staring at it, I couldn't believe what that was. Who was this freaky guy? I felt bad for the homeless woman, who used to have this in her possession.
 
Later in the week, I left it on the side of a trashcan, uptown. If I'm lucky, someone will utterly destroy it. Because trashing it myself wouldn't satisfy me.
 
Larry's IPod may still be out there...Somewhere. Take caution from any free or cheap IPods.
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