The Haunted Room

‘Loading your inbox…’ was displayed with the progress bar. I took the time to gulp down few more sips of the coffee. I placed the coffee on the bed and reclined on two pillows piled up, inclined, on the wall edging the bed. I picked the laptop and placed it on my lap. Finally, I took the posture I’d sit all my life. I focused on the mailbox. The first mail was, as usual, a spam marked as important by the site that’s coded by top cream intelligent developers and tested by amazing testers of the world. I reported it as spam and returned to my inbox. I read the second email and I froze.